Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.
“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
“If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
“If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."
I just managed to say,
The door creaked softly,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last on everything
He fell in love with it.
“Hello, red maiden,”
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
I'm at the end of September.
You, my dear sisters,
Get out of the bright room.
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver,
And the other one is the cook.”
The Tsar Father came out into the vestibule.
Everyone went into the palace.
The king did not gather for long:
Got married that same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then the honest guests
On the ivory bed
They put the young ones
And they left them alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen,
The weaver is crying at the loom -
And they envy
To the Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night.
At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.
Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child,
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."
As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger tell him?
In anger he began to perform miracles
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But, having softened this time,
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal solution."
A messenger rides with a letter
And he finally arrived.
And the weaver with the cook
With in-law Babarikha
They order him to be robbed;
They make the messenger drunk
And his bag is empty
They thrust another certificate -
And the drunken messenger brought
On the same day the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Without wasting time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of water."
There is nothing to do: boyars,
Worrying about the sovereign
And to the young queen,
A crowd came to her bedroom.
They declared the king's will -
She and her son have an evil share,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same hour
They put me in a barrel with my son,
They tarred and drove away
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.
The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed - the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“Are you, my wave, a wave?
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? - he said,
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.
Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field;
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
The son thought: good dinner
However, we would need it.
He breaks the oak branch
And bends the bow tightly,
Silk cord from the cross
I strung an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
He pointed the arrow lightly
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently, the sea is not quiet:
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already unfurled his claws,
The bloody bite has intensified...
But just as the arrow began to sing -
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea.
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,
The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief at all.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”
The swan bird flew away
And the prince and queen,
Having spent the whole day like this,
We decided to go to bed on an empty stomach.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And marveling at myself
He sees the city is big,
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church domes sparkle
And holy monasteries.
He will quickly wake up the queen;
She will gasp!.. “Will it happen? -
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself.”
Mother and son go to the city.
We just stepped outside the fence,
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard greets them;
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was named: Prince Guidon.
The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost -
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in a crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says, -
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That’s what they call a miracle.”
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
“You damned midge!
We are you!..” And He is through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trinket -
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
He puts equal piles,
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house.
The guard was assigned to him
And besides, he forced the clerk
A strict account of nuts is the news.
Profit for the prince, honor for the squirrel.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions,
And now our time has come -
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
So it pulls and carries away...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and fell
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
Now it’s visible from a distance;
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with Babarikha
Yes with a crooked cook
They sit near the king.
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
A tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an adventure!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
The servants are guarding the squirrel,
They serve her as various servants -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is the news;
The army salutes her;
A coin is poured from shells
Let them go around the world;
Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
This won't surprise us
Is it true or not?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" - and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Arrived across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up -
I would like something wonderful
Transfer me to my destiny.”
- “What a miracle is this?”
- “Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan will raise a howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Splashes in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.”
The swan answers the prince:
“What, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, my brothers are all my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded damask steel
Pure silver and gold,
And now our time has come;
But the road is far away for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
I send my regards to the Tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul is asking...
So it pulls and carries away...
And again she him
Sprayed everything in an instant.
Here he has shrunk a lot,
The prince turned like a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
To the stern - and hid in the gap.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king -
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
Every day there is a miracle there:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And they will remain on the shore
Thirty-three heroes
In the scales of golden grief,
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And takes them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And go around on patrol -
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon sits there;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit the wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not a word - but Babarikha,
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on patrol!
Are they telling the truth or lying?
I don't see Diva here.
Are there such divas in the world?
Here goes the rumor that is true:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth,
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
It is fair to say.
It’s a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
The smart guests are silent:
They don’t want to argue with the woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And although the prince is angry,
But he regrets his eyes
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spins -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister appeared on my nose.
And again the alarm began:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Push him, push him...
That's it! wait a little
Wait!..” And the bumblebee through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I see
I’m the only one who’s not married.”
- “And who do you have in mind?
You have?" - “Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night the earth lights up -
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
He speaks sweetly,
It's like a river is babbling.
Just, come on, is this true?”
The prince waits with fear for an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, after thinking, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off the white pen
You can't put it under your belt.
I'll give you some advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think about it,
I wouldn’t repent later.”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married,
What about all this
He changed his mind along the way;
What is ready with a passionate soul
Behind the beautiful princess
He walks away
At least distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why far away?
Know that your destiny is near,
After all, this princess is me.”
Here she is, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Sank into the bushes
Started up, shook myself off
And she turned around like a princess:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns;
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to a white chest
And he leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
The prince is at her feet, begging:
"Dear Empress!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you.
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in counsel and love."
Above their humble head
Mother with a miraculous icon
She sheds tears and says:
“God will reward you, children.”
The prince did not take long to get ready,
He married the princess;
They began to live and live,
Yes, wait for the offspring.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
On full sails
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit.
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified product;
But the road lies far ahead for us:
Head back to the east,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To my sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And I haven’t gotten around to it yet -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
Stayed home this time
And he did not separate from his wife.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king,
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house:
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a miracle worker!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws all the nuts;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden.
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed and protected.
There's another miracle:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him diligently;
He sent you his regards,
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
At this point the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let the king in
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says this not jokingly. -
I’m going now!” - Here he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.
Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It doesn’t make noise, it doesn’t whip,
Only barely trembles.
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Along the Okiyan plains
Tsar Saltan's fleet is on its way.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
He cried loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon blows the trumpet:
The king is standing on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver and a cook,
With his in-law Babarikha;
They are surprised
To the unknown side.
The cannons were fired at once;
The bell towers began to ring;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With the cook and the weaver,
With his in-law Babarikha;
He led the king into the city,
Without saying anything.
Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the tall tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And puts it in a bag;
And the large yard is sown
Golden shell.
Guests are far away - hurriedly
They look - so what? Princess - miracle:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns:
And she herself is majestic,
Performs like a peahen
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks and finds out...
Zealousness surged within him!
"What I see? what's happened?
How!" - and the spirit began to occupy him...
The king burst into tears,
He hugs the queen
And son, and young lady,
And everyone sits down at the table;
And the merry feast began.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They fled to the corners;
They were found there by force.
Here they confessed everything,
They apologised, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
Sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They went to bed half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.
Here we come with patrol fabulously not fabulously rich - Ru, or/and their turn has come, the 33 stated in the fairy tale.
“...The ocean will howl,
Splashes in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like heat, burning,
Thirty-three heroes.
All the handsome guys are young
Daring giants
And with them is their sea uncle..."
Why is this: “The ocean will raise a howl...”? Stormy?! Hurricane? TORNADO? A fleeting SQUARL that manages to break the PA-RUS-A? Usually the brain-brain “raises a howl” when it thinks that it cannot cope with the offered “OCEAN” of information, just some kind of landslide, piled-up, NARWHALE FLOODS (narwhal is not a verb, but a type of WHALE). But what if the word FLOOD is represented by the letters of the English alphabet: ROTOR... Oh, this is no longer destruction - the rotor - but a directed rotational movement inside the stator (STAR-tor) using the “starter” button...
Let's sail further to " splashed in a noisy run
“together with the OCEAN of information, to still feel the soil under your feet, the firmament of the shore. AND research it for the good of the cause.
First, let's look at what the number can tell you. 33
?
In our Russian ABC ak KURA
t (ARM - “TA”) is a very non-round (rather angular) number of b-VHF symbols, i.e. 33 letters, arranged in a long-standing and strictly defined order from A to Z, familiar to us from the 1st grade of elementary school:
A B C D E E F G H
I J K L M N O P R
S T U V H Ts Ch Sh Shch
Kommersant
And if in “The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish” by our unique Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin in our opinion only one Fish spoke, the Golden Fish, and she is still on Z ve Z bottom of the sky WITH water (S ky -Sword- e ), No. 27, Golden Fish, DORADO, then there are somewhat more of them “living” in the starry sky. Among them there is a constellation, visible both in the Northern Hemisphere and in the Southern, No. 60, PISCES, i.e., if “in our opinion”, in Russian, then it is not clear: there are at least TWO of them, or Is this someone’s constellation, the same FISH?
There are TWO more PISCES in the Southern Hemisphere of the starry sky: constellation No. 37, FLYING FISH (VOLANS), and constellation No. 85, SOUTHERN FISH (PISCIS AUSTRINUS, A-UST-RI- NUS). Thus, there are already FIVE (V), or SIX (VI) PISCES... with which it is already quite possible to “FEED” (for-the-WORLD) a multitude of ON rod NEWS on the terrestrial areas of both hemispheres of the native planet.
Only with the modern and fabulous acuity of NANO-vision, you can spot TWO more cunningly hidden “fish” of the same species: one in the constellation of the Northern Hemisphere, No. 71, T-taurus (TAURUS, tele-C, TAURUS) and the other in the constellation No. 69, where the center of the Milky Way galaxy is, SAGITTARIUS (also known as SAGITTARIUS, ST-RELEIUS, and SAGITTARIUS). Yes, then these yeti-xx “frozen” for the time being “fish” (it’s there... it’s cold, in the space of the Big Space, - 273°, brrr...), it turns out that FISH is already VII ( VIII)... And even then, if you don’t count (not read) another fairy tale, with the nickname FISH - WHALE from “The Little Humpbacked Horse” by P. P. Ershov (and the author’s last name is fishing ), constellation, observed again in both hemispheres, No. 31, CIT (ICT), well... not in our opinion, SETUS. Total: IX (nine, or... two-RTY, oh, YAT-YAT, of course, or... ve-da-t)!
In astrology there is the planet CHIRON (in a different way and in small letters - he-IR-on), known to astrologers under the name “Keys from the sky”, or the KEY “ИZN” - from the SKY (the symbol is the same, only tumbling). spinning, NIZ), so figure it out, try it: is it a FLEECE to from the SKY itself (SKY - ObEN - O-VE-N - O-ve-N), either this is the selected KEY to HIM (Star BA-rash-KU), or all together and in ONE “fly-Horse” ... Fly - HORSE ...And what, we have a Flying-melting-Au-schi-th Horse? Eat. In the starry sky. And not alone. Unicorn, Pegasus and... Small Horse, in earthly terms - a foal, a stallion. And in the usual astrology with numerology behind Chiron (planetoid... planets-0I-house) - the number 33 .
Besides, EUmb in HEAVEN (in heaven- sea , sea, or in the sky- see , see, or in the sky - SI, international measurement system) and the constellation COMPASS, PYXIS, and its serial NUMBER (home-rrr) - No. 33 . The word abbreviation KOMPAS is “inscribed” and e home already computer. (computer), and... AS’S, and, as another hero reports, “ATLAS OF THE STARRY SKY” is the smallest constellation of the four into which the ARGO Ship broke up (aka - MOUNTAIN?! He is also HORA... And what: “hole”? PIT? Mayan?). The remaining three constellations are located in the Southern Hemisphere of the Stars ( b )nogo sky and that’s why we don’t hear them) – KEEL (CARINA, No. 30), STERN (PUPPIS, No. 34) and SAILS (VELA, No. 53), or... na RUS a, or/and... ARU-PS-A(R).
Question again: AS’S, what is this “little animal”? You can nod to Dmitry Peskov’s “Center for the Study of Foreign Languages”, which is in St. Petersburg; in a conversation with a journalist from radio “MAYAK”, he told and shared where the Japanese language is, came from, began: it supposedly separated from the Altai family of languages (and there is here, on the local earth map, such a river, RECH-Kaa, with the name Yaya, and another river, Biya, “double” Yaya, or IYa), AltAIS-sky-IYA “earth” - grounding-landing, aka and ATLAS-sky-IZ, on the “keyboard” button of a home or professional computer, the alphabetic symbols Z u I get along normally... AS "S, it turns out, the Altai Family "SVETA", VEST(b)-A... of a certain "fractal "KNOWLEDGE.
The epic Ilya Muromets climbed down from the stove in 33 of the year. The “crucified” and commonly known age of Jesus Christ is 33 years old. 33rd year turns out to be somewhat conditional, because a human child still has a gestation period (internal ri MORNING a lot development from the moment of conception to... “expulsion” of the fetus) – 9 earthly months (or 10 lunar months, or 40 – 41 weeks, or about 280 ± 8 days, DURATION (cycle) – one, only the temporary names of the cycles are different) and plus a very important cosmic “circumstance” preceding the day of conception, approximately 3 earthly months, or about 88 days, so that the body of the future maternal “firm”-“form” somehow fits into the cycle of the planet URANUS (84 years, 8 is TWO 4s, the parent couple at the time of conception, and one 4 - Mercury - the future CHILD).
Let us also note that the constellations approved by the IAAS (International Association of Astronomers) are listed in the hero-ATLAS... exactly 88, and if their names are arranged in the order of the letters of the Russian Alphabet, then No. 1 is the constellation with the name Andromeda ( A
), or ANDROMEDA, and the final one, No. 88, Lizard ( I
), LACERTA. Andromeda – and-MORE-da or... RODNA-honeyA(R), here you have R-one-A, and the “honey” of the conception process, and... ar – area, weave, aboriginal place “pro-IZ” -VODS(arch-sword)-tva" ...
There is also in St. Petersburg the famous author of the book “5 Sensations” A. N. Dragunkin, who in one of the videos explains that “English” is a somewhat truncated “Russian”, they have many common “points”, and... invites everyone... to learn English in a few days. It seems that V.A. Chudinov is more right when he says (also in one of the videos) that English is the simplest of languages, “simpler even than Spanish.” Everywhere the inscriptions “Temple of YRa” (Temple of the High Sun, i.e. the Solar System and/or... celestial, stellar BLOOD) and “Temple of MARA”, that is, in Russian, MARYA (earthly woman in an aboriginal place) were found "pri-squeak-i", by BLOOD), MAR, or map - map, translated from English. And if we take into account that all systems develop “from simple to complex”, then at first the training of the human brain-braina went through the “verb” - verb (drew – draw, draw, sketch, which is where the wall - “rock painting” of any of the kids who have gotten chalk, coal, pencil or pen into their hands, and the little one’s head opens that an “object” that gets into their hand can leave a TRACE). However, we got a little distracted...
URANUS and the following NEPTUNE, PLUTO and beyond... are planets (“plane-Yeti”) that help build evolutionary processes in our Solar system, not only in the existing human society, but throughout the course ( current research institute
) earthly evolution. That is why every human (human-VeChe-S-key) individual MIND is very important for the Universe, each is unique in its previous life path in the existing branches RODA, someone’s birthday in any area of residence (A-re A
le) is always not accidental. And about this “non-case” ain
"awn" is also known to earthly astrologers. And any natal chart considered by astrologers (horoscope, or go-ros-“scan”) can “appear” as an analogue of the “shroud” from the distant, not-distant past, or as an installation “hard drive” of the present time.
MAN is an extremely generalized concept of “set”, i.e. of the entire human society at a certain stage of evolution.
Any coincidences are simply unknown patterns. About this is confirmation from Nikola TESLA, well-known throughout the scientific and not-so-scientific world of planet Earth: “ The world is a single continuous electromagnetic environment, and the law of resonances is the most general natural law. All connections between phenomena, processes, and events in the world are established exclusively through various types of simple and complex electromagnetic cosmic resonances. »
Yes, astrologers are aware of the non-randomness of events, but everyone needs to get to know themselves better, this is a process of time, maybe even the dictates of time, which will help you realize how valuable LIFE as a cosmic state, both donated and supported by the Big Cosmos in the biological frequency band, allocated, targeted, at the location in the space of the Big Cosmos of the Solar System, for a planet named Earth, Z-eml-IЯ.
LIFE as a state, there is no need to reward with any intimidating-decorating epithets, definitions like “bad” or “good”. LIFE in a living and warm body - for an individual human individual - either IS, or it no longer exists. The value of this CONDITION does not make sense to express in monetary terms, the concepts are INCOMMENSURABLE, since not a single earthly brain, even a very advanced one, is “involved” in the creation of the human body inside the mother’s body, even in the embryonic state. In order to raise a CHILD to adulthood, it takes approximately 21 years, and for him to “gone”, one moment is enough: “...they whistle like bullets at the temple...”, or balance on the “Razor Blade”, “Now... a bullet flew by - and aha... Here a bullet flew by, and my comrade fell...”
Yes, the enlightened world knows about the egg cell of a female human individual, and these eggs, II-cycle-years-0k, are too many in the female (GEN'S-com) body (two bunches, similar to earthly grapes), in order to be fertilized or /and “gone” into cyclical “cry days”. Why SO MUCH? Such “extravagance” is not for “beauty”... Moreover, all this “beauty” is both invisible and almost unknown and hidden from normal eyes. So, for WHAT?
Yes, spermatozoa were also found in the “secret” of a male human individual - “tadpoles”-with-“tails” - “sagrants” - “landing party” (de SUN TUR ra, whatever you call it - the ESSENCE does not change), landing on the “Malaya land" (for a short time, roughly speaking, for the completely "green"), to "New Earth" (out of ignorance, misconception or "for the number" of conquered zzz-Emel), to "Franz Land... I0-SIF-a" (i.e. at a fairly mature age, at the age of the biblical “betrothed” Joseph).
Why, again, the question is, in the “secret” of the prostate gland of a male individual there are these... out of nowhere “transplants” numbering from 250 million to 0.5 billion, if it is known that even 1 “ landing-nik-a”?! Why “from nowhere”? So this “sturgeon”, the only possible freshness, is not observed in finished form in any male body as a “warehouse of finished products” (no matter how many bodies of men were “gutted” - they were not found, apparently-NOT-apparently, “fall out into sediment"... only in a known process... for two, or using a "manual drive"). Still, WHY are there so many of these “paratroopers”?
It has long been known that health cannot be bought for any money, you can only BE healthy, or NOT BE, and already - no problem. And you can “buy” doctor’s services, pills, poultices, procedures, examinations, MRI, ultrasound, computed tomography... You can pay for treatment (“I cure all diseases!” - “Fly!”... flying - lethal... Exodus ), an operation for the transplantation of organs and tissues, a sexual identification “nameplate” (a “ghost” sign, called the “causal site”), hair, in vitro fertilization (for those who have money or are waiting... according to the state social program) ... It has already flashed on social networks a message about a Vladimir resident who wants to transplant even his own little head, or... go-loving at shku... And how can one not recall here the immortal aphorism of Faina Georgievna Ranevskaya: “What’s the use plastic what to do if the sewerage system is old?!”
You can A to sweep the brain with a broom called “TECHNICAL PROGRESS”, and the body with an oak, fir, juniper or birch broom, without changing the quality of the thought processes, then the very “causal place” of all misconceptions and insights of any order is in them... “And if OAK , like a tree... in the sense of “stupid”, like a tree... ", then you will be... a woman-woman... oh, baobabs... boa-b0b0mmm, in general, if you don’t understand, you won’t understand... This will not add health, because it is not enough to have a smart HEAD on your shoulders, you also need to learn how to manage its X-“tin filling” in a smart way.
There is even a book called “BRAIN. Instructions for use", the author is listed as overseas David ROCK... Only the respected David ROCK forgot that the main paragraphs of the instructions have long been known to earthly humanity (or HUMAN - EVEN - CTV-y?!) in the presentation of the TEN COMMANDMENTS, beyond the simple ones the texts of which “encrypt” the LAW OF CONSERVATION (and CO-STORAGE!) OF ENERGY, only in a different terminological “packaging”.
In the Vk news feed there is even a “GIF” with a huge black gorilla, with a (masculine) finger scratching his upper lip, with the inscription: “When I broke everything... I decided to look at the instructions.” And here, as usual: “We wanted the best, but it turned out, as always...” - the catchphrase of a famous politician, which has spread all over the world, already shows firsthand that you only “WANT” for something to “work out” - is not enough for the present universal unbalanced - suspended information state, “...I wouldn’t repent later”... And the common phrase “dreams come true” begins with the word SWORD, YOU are inverted – PIT or TIP (underline as necessary), and the verb “come true” is not necessarily “fulfilled” (“dreams come true” can be realized in the most unexpected way), but also “disposed of” as a “slow-selling product” in the market version.
"TOYS" created with the help of information technology, Not less dangerous than the most modern weapons, they are not for a teenage state of mind, but for the minds of adult husbands, who are fully aware of the responsibility for the quality and possible result of applying their achievements, and who think that they know how to calculate any consequences from their implementation in practical human life, and then “suddenly” “Novorossiysk”, Chernobyl NPP, “KURSK”, BESLAN, “Nord-Ost”, Sayano-Shushenskaya HPP come out... And we have to quickly think about new paragraphs and points of “Safety Techniques” or dream about EQUIPMENT WITHOUT HAZARDS... which is very problematic. Modern global POLITICS (just listen to the lectures of the sociologist A.I. Fursov) does not fit into the existing information state of the present time, it has not yet “moved” to the THIRD millennium, it is stalling in the last century of the past You-s-I-man-years- II... It’s also a matter of time, we’ll all move together, we’re already moving... The test will be, like in the army, according to the latest... Or/and “... the last will be first...” EVERYTHING and EVERYTHING - in progress . ALWAYS and instantly.
Yes, yes, and at every moment too.
« Don't think down on the moments...
Every moment has its own reason,
its own mark...»
ALWAYS is made up of moments, and in the present tense too. Why are there exactly 17 moments of spring in the title of the famous serial film? There was a KET radio operator in the film, and a conversation took place between her and Stirlitz on the topic of childbirth. The events of the film took place on German soil, and the KET radio operator was to give birth to a child on the same soil. Stirlitz had to warn her that the word “mommy” during childbirth, she would certainly “scream” in the Russian (aboriginal) language, and her fairly perfect knowledge of German would not only be useless, but also... would reveal her as a Russian “birther” "... I'm sorry, ra-disk-tu, oh, radio operator, of course.
Let's take note of this important moment...
Constellation No. 48 - ARIES, constellation No. 17 - DOLPHINUS. Note that the number 8 is also present in the number 48, and, by the sum of the numbers, 1 + 7 = 8, “secretly”, in the serial number of the constellation D-el-FIN (“a feint”, a digital cul-“bit”). Of course not ain O. “Everything is connected with everything” - was such an article by our respected T. Chernigovskaya in the magazine “Science and Religion” (And in our government there was a representative with the surname AYNO, and the NATION, AYN-Y, which is decreasing in number, but still exists in our time there is, as well as the fact that part of the population of the Japanese island of Hokkaido is also Ainu). This is the command of TIME, HR-ONO-SA (HORSA-ONO, HO RSE-O BUT) read the UNIVERSE and the ALL-CURRENT FATHER.
Behind the numbers 1 (ABOUT DI N) – SUN in numerology, its position on the zodiac circle at a certain point in time for a given place of birth (“field”, or P ONE s) in the only possible physiological pair of gender and body and determines the BEGINNING OF LIFE outside the mother’s body. DI T I- new materiality in development, carrying MEMORY of all ancestors and great-ancestors R ABOUT YES, about him KOR-N-I- X through WITH EME and SHELTER heavenly father and KROIN b and the FLESH of the earthly mother of this branch of the human race.
Behind the number 7 is the planet SATURN, it is through it, as through a repeater, that one “reads” what crown, “wreath” or “broom” the brain-brain of a physiologically maturing human individual will choose for life, study, work and creation of his own family, when will learn to control their energies, emotions, thought processes and, therefore, the actions and deeds organized by them.
Can the human brain-brain choose a laurel wreath, LOV(e )R-OV, then, having gone through all the trials and losses (GOD does not give tests beyond his strength), he will understand that LOVE is not a popular picture of an “idyll-in-chocolate”, but a quality state of LIFE, which includes a state of good health and sanity (then there is an opportunity to become the epic ILYA (ILIA) OF MUROMETS), and the ability to withstand life’s challenges, without them “Education of Senses” will not work. The human brain can choose the “crown of thorns”, TURN’s “crown”, dooming itself for the rest of its conscious life to “suffering” not only inside the skull, but also to the suffering of the body, because the body is united, integral and responsive , but then it won’t make sense to look for those to blame for something that didn’t happen happily th life. What “mu-ZYK-u” the brain orders for itself inside the cranial cortex is what “dances”.
There is a third option, no thorny, and not LAUREL, but with the main, leading, pristine in purity Z NATIONS, consonants, consistent with the 10th BEHIND NARRATIVES, with what we commanded(“The Earth is a reserve for humanity”), written on our blood and flesh at the GEN-ETHICAL level, so that we learn to feel ourselves in the BLOOD OF HEAVENLY GOD, under HIS roof, ALIVE IN THE HELP OF THE ABOVE.
AND AND
YOU, that is, living, existing in the present time, in your native and only body, in which LIVES the embodied (materialized, integrated) MEMORY of all parental pairs of ancestors-great-ancestors of the KIND that preceded the birth of any of us now living. Each of us, in some way, is the last and one and only of our kind, and if there are children and/or grandchildren, then they are... extreme, sir, and... we can draw appropriate conclusions.
Pairs of ancestors from great-great times can be seen in the natal chart from 360, by the number of degrees in a circle, or even more, if we take into account arc minutes and seconds (360 x 60 x 60 = ...), it notes not only the location of the planets, but also the Lunar Nodes, other astrological signs, the boundaries of the Zodiac signs, astrological houses and main axial lines. MEMORY is operational, always in service, always and instantly ready to retrieve any archived KNOWLEDGE ever tested by earthly ancestors in earthly affairs, including the most ANCIENT, from the tree of life of the entire human race on planet Earth, copied from generation to generation, and all- everything - about everything from the BEGINNING.
IN THE BEGINNING IT ALL WAS WORD...
What WORD? WORD IS HAIR... invisible, but existing " temporary connecting thread "... VOICE - LOGOS. WORD... written or spoken, emitted by the throat, voiced (the primary frequency characteristic of the sound of the vocal apparatus) by the baby’s body at birth, separation from the mother’s body. Each newborn baby, inhaling earthly air, “screams” its natural individual and unique “UA” (uA) at the frequency of the note “LA”. And it turns out that the name of this note – LA (la) – is directly written into the name of the planet... among the total number of notes in the scale: SEM(b)-LA, that is, EARTH. In English, the name of the planet looks different: EARTH... Why would that be? That's interesting...
ZEMLYANIN – “seven”-am-V-YAN-IN(b)
From NAZARETH - at DAWN YAN-IN(b)
Slav – S-LOVE-YAN-IN(b)
Peasant -XP-is-YAN-IN(b)
Christian - XP-I-CT-I-N-I-N(b), where IN-b-YAN is simply a designation for the application of opposite “forces” (tensions, energies - in a “stopped moment”: “Stop, moment! You are wonderful!”). It turns out that there are only two polarities, and their combinational states (resonance) are multi-GESTURAL (“darkness of themes”, “darkness is overshadowing”, “there is no number”). EARTH – SHADOW?
Serious mathematicians, who compared the texts of the “BIBLE” with the positions of the “luminaries” - stars and planets - in the night sky on the day when the Bethlehem (WE-fly-eM-sky-IЯ) star shone, determined the date of birth of Jesus the Nazarene - the Child - in the VIRGO with the name MAR-IYA, the date fell on 09/19/7 (the minus sign means the time period BC, BC), when the “star” turned out to be an exact location (“conjunction”) for an earthly observer, in one angular degree of the sign PISCES the planets Jupiter and Saturn; the sign of PISCES, located in any natal chart opposite the sign of VIRGO, where the Sun was present at the “birth” of the Infant (25th degree of VIRGO), marked by a “conjunction” with the neutron star Cen X-Z (XeZe) of the constellation Centaurus (CENTAURUSA ) and under the “supervision” from the neighboring, 26th degree of Virgo, “demoted” from the status of the planets of PLUTO. Data about the “birthday” of Jesus Christ are taken from the first issues of the newspaper “The Secret of Life,” published in Yekaterinburg since 2003. (Then the same date appeared in the newspaper “Soviet Siberia”, but I did not keep this issue of the newspaper, then the editorial team split in two, and we stopped subscribing to this newspaper.)
In fairness, it should be noted that the exact “conjunction” in one angular degree of the planets Jupiter and Saturn in the sign of PISCES in that wonderful year was
Four times:
the first time - when the Sun was first in the sign of Gemini, 29.05. – 7th;
SECOND time - in the sign VIRGO, 19.09. -7 BC e., and in the church liturgical (liturgical) year 21.09 annually, i.e. on the third day, the eternal holiday is celebrated, the Day of the Nativity of the Virgin Mary;
third time - in the sign of LIBRA, 07.10. – 7th, and later,
fourth time, 05.12.-7th - in the sign of Sagittarius.
It seems that this is not an ordinary birthday of an ordinary earthly baby, but the day from which the entire educated humanity of the species homo sapiens began to count towards monotheism, confirmed by the state of the Volume of Universal Human Knowledge, in confirmation of the statement of A. Einstein: “Religion without science is blind, science without religion you are lame." But these are “completely different stories”, from another w-URAN-list-from-whom-book-“note”, or “note”-book, “notebook”, “note” - b-VHF-(t)a. ..or from a completely different “organization”, or, in general, a different technology for transmitting-relaying-receiving any information messages.
To be continued...
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Part four
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All by Don stallions,
And now our time has come -
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
So it pulls and carries away...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and fell
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
Now it’s visible from a distance;
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with Babarikha
Yes with a crooked cook
They sit near the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad across the sea?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
A tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an adventure!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
The servants are guarding the squirrel,
They serve her as various servants -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is the news;
The army salutes her;
A coin is poured from the shells,
Let them go around the world;
Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
This won't surprise us
Is it true or not?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Arrived across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up -
I would like something wonderful
Transfer me to my destiny.”
“What a miracle is this?”
Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan will raise a howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Splashes in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan answers the prince:
“What, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, my brothers are all my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.
"(1831) by a Russian poet (1799 - 1837). These are the words of Princess Swan addressed to Prince Guidon. The phrase is repeated several times in this work:
"«
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and got stuck in a crack.""« Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trifle -
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
It's the same fun for me.""« Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up -
I would like something wonderful
Transfer me to my destiny.”
- “What a miracle is this?”
- “Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan will raise a howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Splashes in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.”
The swan answers the prince:
“What, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, my brothers are all my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.""« Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I see
I’m the only one who’s not married.”
- “And who do you have in mind?
You have?" - “Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night the earth lights up -
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
He speaks sweetly,
It's like a river is babbling.
Just, come on, is this true?”
The prince waits with fear for an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, after thinking, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off the white pen
Yes, you'll shut up.
I'll give you some advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think about it,
I wouldn’t repent later.”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married,
What about all this
He changed his mind along the way;
What is ready with a passionate soul
Behind the beautiful princess
He walks away
At least distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why far away?
Know that your destiny is near,
After all, this princess is me."
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he called himself: Prince Guidon.
The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost.
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
"What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you going now?"
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black and brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then said to them:
"Bon voyage to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?" -
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
"Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince."
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea.
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in the gap.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?"
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says,
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
The squirrel sings songs
And he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
"You damned midge!
We you!.." And he through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
"Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Why are you sad?" -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
"Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden..."
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house
The guard was assigned to him
And a clerk at that
