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The tale of a prince and a beautiful princess, whom the wicked witch turned into a white duck, and she herself took her place in the palace ...

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One prince married a beautiful princess and did not have time to look at her yet, did not have time to talk with her, did not have time to listen to her, and he had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in the hands of others. What to do! They say you can't sit for a century embracing.
The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to waddle with bad people, not to obey bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything.
The prince has left; she has locked herself in her room and does not come out.
How long, or short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, heartfelt!
- What, - he says, - do you miss? If only she looked at the light of day, even if she walked around the garden, she would open her melancholy.
For a long time the princess dissuaded herself, did not want to, finally thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden - and went.
Spring crystal water was pouring in the garden.
- What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is beating down, and the cold water is still splashing, should we not swim here?
- No, no, I don’t want to! - And then I thought: it's not a problem to swim!
She threw off her sundress and jumped into the water. Just plunged, the woman hit her on the back:
- Swim you, - he says, - with a white duck!
And the princess swam like a white duck.
The witch immediately put on her dress, cleaned herself up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.
As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kisses, pardons. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.
And the white duck inflicted the testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one - a wretched one; and her children came out - children.
She raised them, they began to walk along the river, fish for gold, collect scraps, sew caftaniks, and jump out onto the shore, and look at the meadow.
- Oh, don't go there, children! - said the mother.
The children weren't listening; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run on the ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince's court.
The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the kids, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered them to spread fires, hang boilers, sharpen knives.
The two brothers went to bed and fell asleep; and the little one, so as not to get cold, ordered their mother to wear it in their groin, - the little one does not sleep, hears everything, sees everything.
At night, a witch came under the door and asked:
- Are you sleeping, children, or not?
Zamoryshek replies:

- Do not sleep!
The witch left, walked, walked, again under the door:
- Sleep, kids, or not?
Zamoryshek says the same thing again:
- We sleep - we do not sleep, I think we think that they want to cut us all; fires are put in viburnum, boilers are raised ebullient, knives are sharpened damask!
"What is this all one voice?" - thought the witch, slowly opened the door, sees: both brothers are fast asleep, she immediately swept her dead hand around them - and they died.
In the morning, the white duck calls the children; the kids won't. Her heart sensed, she roused herself and flew to the prince's court.
In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as little plates, the brothers lay side by side.
She rushed to them, rushed, dismissed her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a mother's voice:

Quack, quack, my kids!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
I nursed you with need,
I drank you with a tear,
The dark night didn't get enough sleep
Sweet couscous was malnourished!

Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck condemns.
- It seems to you! Tell the duck to leave the yard!
They will chase her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my kids!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
An old witch has ruined you,
Old witch, fierce snake,
The snake is fierce, subcold;
She took your dear father from you,
A native father - my husband,
Drowned us in a fast river,
Turned us into white ducks
And she herself lives - she is magnified!

"Hey!" - thought the prince and shouted:
- Catch me a white duck!
Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince ran out himself, she fell into his arms.
He took her by the wing and says:
- Become the white birch behind me, and the red maiden in front!
A white birch tree stretched out behind him, and the red girl stood in front, and in the red girl the prince recognized his young princess.
Immediately they caught a magpie, tied two vials on it, ordered to draw living water in one, and speaking water in the other. The magpie flew off, brought water. They sprinkled the children with living water - they roused themselves, sprinkled the talker - they started talking.
And the prince became the whole family, and everyone began to live and live, to make good, it is bad to forget.
And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field: where the leg came off, there was a poker; where the hand is, there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a log. Birds flew in - the meat ate, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory!
(Afanasyev, vol. 2, recorded in the Kursk province, ill. T. Shevareva, ed. Malysh, 1991, fairyroom.ru)

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Once upon a time there was a grandfather and a woman. Of the entire household, only one duck remained with them. So the grandfather says to the woman - Let's cut the duck and eat it. - It was a pity to the woman, well, what can you do. And the Duck, when she heard about this, was frightened, began to cry. And she says to the grandfather and the woman - Do not cut me, I will still be useful to you. Soon I will bring the ducklings out to everyone's joy. '' The grandfather and the woman thought, and agreed. As time passed, the duck brought out ducklings, and they were so pretty, handsome that he could not take his eyes off them. He will hide everyone under his wings, will he count everything in place. And she sits proud, happy that she has such children. One evening she hears it again. - You see, baba, what kind of ducklings we have. I'll go to the market tomorrow and sell them. And we will leave the duck for ourselves, it will still be useful to us. '' As she heard the duck began to cry. - Oh, my poor children, how are we going to live without each other? What did grandfather and woman think of this? This will never happen! ”As it got dark, she gathered her ducklings, they took them and left their grandfather and woman far, far away, wherever the eyes looked. We found ourselves a lake, there were many reeds near it. It was in them that they hid. The duck taught ducklings to swim, dive for worms, for small fish. They live on the lake and do not know their grief. Once a flock of wild ducks flew to the lake. - Nice what ducks can fly, thought the duck. Wild ducks swam all day, swam in the lake, and did not intend to fly away at all. The duck still decided to go out to them and get to know them. So they all became friends. No one here offended the duck with his brood. This is how they lived together all summer and autumn. The ducklings are already quite grown up. But then the wild ducks began to gather to fly to the warmer regions. - How will you continue to live here? - They asked the ducks. In winter, the lake will turn into ice, winter will come, you will not survive in the snowdrifts. - The duck became thoughtful, and then said - Take us with you to warm lands, please. - Everyone began to teach the duck to fly. But she did not succeed, she could not fly high into the sky. - Trying in vain! - An old wild duck told her, I have been living in the world for a long time, but I have never seen a poultry rise into the sky and fly with us. Gather your ducklings and go back where you came from. Otherwise, soon you will disappear here, without food and heat. What can you do, the duck said goodbye to everyone, wished them a good journey. For a long time she looked at the sky and waved her wing. The duck took her ducklings back to her grandfather and woman. True, these were not the same little ducklings. During this time they grew up and turned into big beautiful young ducks. Here they come to the house, the duck is in front, and behind her is her entire brood. They began to shout loudly - Quack! Quack! Quack! open the gates for us- The grandfather and the woman heard, they went out on the threshold, they do not believe their eyes. - Yes, it’s our duck who came, brought the ducklings with her, they grew up big, beautiful! They opened the gates, fed them, watered them, and sent them to sleep. And in the morning they said to the duck, “Forgive us, we are to blame for you, but you were not offended and returned to us. And here are how many ducks she brought. Thank you for that. '' As time passed, the grandfather and the woman already had so many ducks that they even lost count. And then they all lived happily.

One prince married a beautiful princess and did not have time to look at her yet, did not have time to talk with her, did not have time to listen to her, and he had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in the hands of others. What to do! They say you can't sit for a century embracing. The princess cried a lot, the prince tried to persuade her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to stick around with bad people, 1 not to obey bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything. The prince has left; she has locked herself in her room and does not come out.

How long, or short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, heartfelt! “What,” he says, “do you miss? If only I could look at the light of day, even if I could walk around the garden, I would open my melancholy, I had a cold in my head 2 ”. For a long time the princess dissuaded herself, did not want to, finally thought: it was not a problem to walk around the garden, and went. Spring crystal water was pouring in the garden. “What,” says the woman, “the day is so hot, the sun is beating down, and the cold water is splashing, shouldn't we swim here?” - "No, no, I don't want to!" - and then I thought: it's not a problem to swim! She threw off her sundress and jumped into the water. Just plunged, the woman hit her on the back: "Swim," she says, "with a white duck!" And the princess swam like a white duck. The witch immediately put on her dress, cleaned herself up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince. As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kisses, pardons. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck inflicted the testicles, brought out the kids, two good ones, and the third one was a mess, and her kids came out - kids; she raised them, they began to walk along the river, fish for gold, collect scraps, sew caftaniks, and jump out onto the shore, and look at the meadow. "Oh, don't go there, children!" - said the mother. The children weren't listening; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run on the ant, further, further, and climbed into the prince's court. The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth; So she called the kids, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered them to spread fires, hang boilers, sharpen knives. The two brothers went to bed and fell asleep - and the little one, so as not to get cold, ordered (them) the mother to wear it in the groove - the little one does not sleep, he hears everything, sees everything. At night, a witch came under the door and asks: "Are you sleeping, children, or not?" Zamoryshek replies: “We are sleeping - we are not sleeping, I think we think that they want to cut us all; fires are put in viburnum, boilers are raised ebullient, knives are sharpened damask! " - "Do not sleep!"

The witch left, walked, walked, again under the door: "Sleep, kids, or not?" Zamoryshek says the same thing again: “We are sleeping - we are not sleeping, I think we think that they want to cut us all; fires are put in viburnum, boilers are raised ebullient, knives are sharpened damask! " - "What is it all one voice?" - thought the witch, slowly opened the door, sees: both brothers are sleeping soundly asleep, she immediately swept her dead hand around them 3 - and they died.

In the morning, the white duck calls the children; the kids won't. Her heart sensed, she roused herself and flew to the prince's court. In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as little plates, the brothers lay side by side. She rushed to them, rushed, dismissed her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a mother's voice:

Quack, quack, my kids!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

I nursed you with need,

I drank you with a tear,

The dark night did not fill up,

I didn't finish the sweet cous!

“Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck condemns. " - “It seems to you! Tell the duck to leave the yard! " They will chase her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my kids!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

An old witch has ruined you,

Old witch, fierce snake,

The snake is fierce, subcold;

She took your own father from you,

My own father - my husband,

Drowned us in a fast river,

Turned us into white ducks

And she herself lives - she is magnified!

"Hey!" - thought the prince and shouted: "Catch me a white duck!" Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince ran out himself, she fell into his arms. He took her by the wing and said: "Become the white birch behind me, and the red girl in front!" A white birch tree stretched out behind him, and the red girl stood in front, and in the red girl the prince recognized his young princess. Immediately they caught a magpie, tied two vials to her, ordered to draw living water in one, and a talking one in the other. The magpie flew off, brought water. They sprinkled the children with living water - they roused themselves, sprinkled the talker - they started talking. And the prince became the whole family, and everyone began to live and live, to make good, it is bad to forget. And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field: where the leg came off - there was a poker, where the hand - there is a rake, where the head - there is a bush and a block; birds flew in - ate the meat, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory!

1 Waddle- to know, to get closer, to communicate, to be found ( Ed.).

2 Refreshed with clean air.

3 There is a belief that thieves are stocked with the hand of a dead man and, coming to the hunt, they circle the sleeping owners with it in order to induce a deep sleep on them.

One prince married a beautiful princess and did not have time to look at her yet, did not have time to talk with her, did not have time to listen to her, and he had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in the hands of others. What to do! They say you can't sit for a century embracing.

The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to get involved with bad people, not to obey bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything.

The prince left, she locked herself in her room and did not come out.

How long, or short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, heartfelt!

- What, - he says, - do you miss? If only she looked at the light of day, even if she walked around the garden, she would open her melancholy.

For a long time the princess dissuaded herself, did not want to, finally thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden - and went.

Spring crystal water was pouring in the garden.

- What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is beating down, and the cold water is still splashing, should we not swim here?

“No, no, I don’t want to!” And then I thought: it’s not a problem to swim!

She threw off her sundress and jumped into the water. As soon as she plunged, the woman hit her on the back.

- Swim you, - he says, - with a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately put on her dress, cleaned herself up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kisses, pardons. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck inflicted the testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one - a wretched one; and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, fish for gold, collect scraps, sew caftans, and jump out onto the shore, and look at the meadow.

“Oh, don’t go there, children!” Said the mother.

The children weren't listening; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run on the ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince's court.

The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the kids, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered them to spread fires, hang boilers, sharpen knives.

The two brothers went to bed and fell asleep; and the little one, so as not to get cold, ordered their mother to wear it in their groin, - the little one does not sleep, hears everything, sees everything.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

- Are you sleeping, children, or not? Zamoryshek replies:

- Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked, walked, again under the door.

- Sleep, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:

- We sleep - we do not sleep, I think that they want to cut us all: they put in viburnum fires, boil over boilers, sharpen damask knives!

In the morning, the white duck calls the children: the children are not coming. Her heart sensed, she roused herself and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as little plates, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, dismissed her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a mother's voice:

- Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
I nursed you with need,
I drank you with a tear,
The dark night didn't get enough sleep
Sweet couscous was malnourished!

- Wife, do you hear, unprecedented? The duck condemns.

- It seems to you! Tell the duck to leave the yard!

They will chase her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

- Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
An old witch has ruined you,
Old witch, fierce snake,
The snake is fierce, subcold;
She took our dear father from us,
My own father - my husband,
Drowned us in a fast river,
Turned us into white ducks
And she herself lives, is dignified!

"Hey!" - thought the prince and shouted:

- Catch me a white duck! Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince ran out himself, she fell into his arms. He took her by the wing and says:

- Become the white birch behind me, and the red maiden in front!

A white birch tree stretched out behind him, and the red girl stood in front, and in the red girl the prince recognized his young princess.

Immediately they caught a magpie, tied two vials on it, ordered to draw living water in one, and speaking water in the other. The magpie flew off, brought water. They sprinkled the children with living water - they roused themselves, sprinkled the talker - they started talking.

And the prince became the whole family, and everyone began to live and live, to make good, it is bad to forget.

And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field: where the leg came off, there was a poker; where the hand is, there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a log. Birds flew in - the meat ate, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory!

The Russian folk tale "White Duck" teaches children that good always triumphs over evil.

Fairy tale White duck. Read

One prince married a beautiful princess and did not have time to look at her yet, did not have time to talk with her, did not have time to listen to her, and he had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in the hands of others. What to do! They say you can't sit for a century embracing.

The princess cried a lot, the prince tried to persuade her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to get involved with bad people, not to obey bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything.

The prince has left; she has locked herself in her room and does not come out.

How long, or short, a woman came to her, it seemed, so simple, heartfelt!

- What, - he says, - do you miss? If only she looked at the light of day, even if she walked around the garden, she would open her melancholy.

For a long time the princess dissuaded herself, did not want to, finally thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden - and went.

Spring crystal water was pouring in the garden.

- What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is beating down, and the cold water is still splashing, shouldn't we swim here?

- No, no, I don’t want to!

And then I thought: it's not a problem to swim! She threw off her sundress and jumped into the water. As soon as she plunged, the woman hit her on the back.

- Swim you, - he says, - with a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck. The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned herself up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kisses, pardons. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck inflicted the testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one - a wretched one; and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, fish for gold, collect scraps, sew caftaniks, and jump out onto the shore, and look at the meadow.

- Oh, don't go there, children! - said the mother. The children weren't listening; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run on the ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince's court.

The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the kids, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered them to spread fires, hang boilers, sharpen knives.

The two brothers went to bed and fell asleep; and the little one, so as not to get cold, ordered their mother to wear it in the groove - the little one does not sleep, hears everything, sees everything.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

- Are you sleeping, children, or not?

Zamoryshek replies:

- Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked, walked, again under the door:

- Sleep, kids, or not?

Zamoryshek says the same thing again:

- We sleep - we do not sleep, I think we think that they want to cut us all; fires are put in viburnum, boilers are raised ebullient, knives are sharpened damask!

In the morning the white duck calls the children; the kids won't. Her heart sensed, she roused herself and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as little plates, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, dismissed her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a mother's voice:

Quack, quack, my kids!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

I nursed you with need,

I drank you with a tear,

The night did not get enough sleep.

Sweet couscous was malnourished!

- Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck condemns.

- It seems to you! Tell the duck to leave the yard!

They will chase her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my kids!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

An old witch has ruined you,

Old witch, fierce snake,

The snake is fierce, subcold;

She took your own father from you,

My own father - my husband,

Drowned us in a fast river,

Turned us into white ducks

And she herself lives - she is dignified!

"Hey!" - thought the prince and shouted:

- Catch me a white duck!

Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince ran out himself, she fell into his arms.

He took her by the wing and says:

- Become, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden in front!

White birch stretched out behind him, and the red girl stood in front, and in the red girl the prince recognized his young princess.

Immediately they caught a magpie, tied two vials on it, ordered to draw living water in one, and speaking water in the other.

The magpie flew off, brought water. They sprinkled the children with living water - they roused themselves, sprinkled the talker - they started talking.

And the prince became the whole family, and everyone began to live and live, to make good, it is bad to forget.

And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field: where the leg came off, there was a poker; where the hand is, there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a log. Birds flew in - the meat ate, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory!