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They all praise them loudly
And the prince is crowned
A princely cap, and a head
They proclaim over themselves;
And among its capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he named himself: Prince Guidon.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails.
The sailors marvel
The boat is crowded
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
New gold-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost.
The guns from the dock are firing
They tell the ship to dock.

Guests stick to the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and drinks them
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
"We have traveled all over the world,
Traded in sables
Black and brown foxes;
And now we are out of time
Heading straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him. "
Guests on the way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Seeing off their long run;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.

Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
The prince answers sadly:
"Sadness-melancholy eats me up,
Overpowered the fellow:
I would like to see my father. "
Swan to the prince: "This is the grief!
Well, listen: do you want to go to sea
Fly for the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito. "
And flapped her wings
Water splashed with noise
And sprinkled it
From head to toe everything.
Then he decreased to a point,
He turned around like a mosquito,
Flew and squeaked
I caught up with the ship at sea.
Slowly sank
On the ship - and huddled in the crack.

The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And behind them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Sitting near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad
In the light, here's a miracle:
The island was steep at sea
Not free, not residential;
It lay on an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now 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 a bow. "

Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: "If I live,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says -
The city stands by the sea!
Know that this is not a trinket:
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce,
The squirrel sings songs
And gnaws at all the nuts
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Aunt right in the right eye.

The cook turned pale
Has died and was oiled.
Servants, matchmaker and sister
They catch a mosquito with a cry.
"You damned midge!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
"Sadness, melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful start
I would like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce;
Wonderful, really, not a trinket -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying. "
The swan answers the prince:
"The light about the squirrel shines the truth;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad service
I will give you friendship. "
With a cheered soul
The prince went home;
I just stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the high tree,
He sees a squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws a nut
The emerald takes out
And he collects the shell,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
Honestly with all the people:
"Whether in a garden, in a vegetable garden ..."

Prince Guidon was amazed.
"Well, thanks, - he said, -
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same. "
A prince for a squirrel later
Built a crystal house
Sent a guard to him
And besides, the clerk

Part four

The wind walks on the sea

And the boat urges on;

He runs to himself in the waves

On the raised sails

Past the steep island

Past the big city:

The guns from the dock are firing

They tell the ship to dock.

Guests stick to the outpost;

Prince Guidon invites them to visit,

They both feed and drink

And the answer tells me to keep:

"What are you, guests, bargaining for?

And where are you sailing now? "

The shipmen responded:

“We have traveled all over the world,

We traded horses

All Don stallions

And now we are out of time -

And the path lies far for us:

Past Buyan Island,

To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "

Then the prince says to them:

"Good journey to you, gentlemen,

By sea on Okiyanu

To the glorious Tsar Saltan;

Yes, say: Prince Guidon

He sends his bow to the tsar. "

The guests bowed to the prince,

They went out and set off.

To the sea, the prince - 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 sank

Between sea and heaven

On the ship - and climbed into the crack.

The wind makes a merry noise

The ship runs merrily

Past Buyan Island,

To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -

And the desired country

It can be seen from afar;

Here guests came ashore;

Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,

And behind them to the palace

Our prodigy flew.

He sees: all shining in gold,

Tsar Saltan sits in the ward

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 beside the king,

They look like angry toads.

Tsar Saltan seats guests

At his table and asks:

"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,

How long have you traveled? where?

Okay, overseas, or bad,

And what a miracle in the world? "

The shipmen responded:

“We have traveled all over the world;

Living across the sea is not bad;

In the light, here's a miracle:

An island on the sea lies

There is a city on the island

With golden-domed churches,

With towers and gardens;

Spruce grows in front of the palace,

And under it is a crystal house;

The tame squirrel lives there,

Yes, what an entertainer!

The squirrel sings songs

Yes, it gnaws nuts all,

And the nuts are not simple,

All the shells are golden

Kernels - pure emerald;

Servants guard the squirrel,

They serve her as servants in different ways -

And a clerk was appointed

A strict account of nuts is a message;

The army gives her honor;

A coin is poured from the shells,

Yes, they float around the world;

The girls are pouring an emerald

In the pantries, but under a bushel;

Everyone on that island is rich

There is no isoba, there are chambers everywhere;

And Prince Guidon is sitting in it;

He sent you a bow. "

Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.

"If only I will be alive,

I will visit a wonderful island,

I will go to Guidon's. "

And the weaver with the cook,

With brother-in-law Baba Babarikha,

Do not want to let him in

A wonderful island to visit.

Smiling surreptitiously,

The weaver says to the king:

“What's so wonderful about that? Well!

Squirrel gnaws pebbles,

Throwing gold into piles

Rakes in emeralds;

You won't surprise us with this

Are you telling the truth or not.

There is another wonder in the light:

The sea will swell violently

Boil, raise a howl,

Will rush to the empty shore,

Will spread out in a noisy run,

And find themselves on the shore

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Thirty-three heroes,

All handsome men are daring

Young giants

All are equal, as if by selection,

Uncle Chernomor is with them.

This is a miracle, so a miracle

You can say rightly! "

Clever guests are silent

They don't want to argue with her.

For a miracle, Tsar Saltan marvels,

And Guidon is angry, angry ...

He hummed and just

Sat down on my aunt's left eye,

And the weaver turned pale:

"Ay!" and right there she was distraught;

Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,

Yes, crush her, crush ...

Oh, really! wait a little,

Wait ... "And the prince through the window,

Yes, calmly to your destiny

He flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue sea,

He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;

Lo and behold - over flowing waters

The white swan floats.

“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!

Why are you quiet as a rainy day?

Grieved for what? " -

She says to him.

Prince Guidon answers her:

“Sadness-melancholy eats me up -

Would like a miracle

I will transfer to my destiny. "

"And what is this miracle?"

Somewhere it will swell violently

Okiyan, will raise a howl,

Will rush to the empty shore,

Will splash in a noisy run,

And find themselves on the shore

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Thirty-three heroes,

All handsome men are young

Daring giants

All are equal, as if by selection,

Uncle Chernomor is with them.

The swan answers the prince:

“Is that what, prince, confuses you?

Do not grieve, my soul,

I know this miracle.

These knights of the sea

I’m all my brothers.

Do not be sad, go

Wait for the brothers to visit. "

The prince went, forgetting his grief,

Sat on the tower and out to sea

He began to look; the sea suddenly

Fluttered around

Splashed in a noisy run

And left on the shore

Thirty-three heroes;

In scales, like the heat of grief,

Knights are coming in pairs,

And, shining with gray hair,

The uncle is in front

And leads them to the hail.

Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,

Welcomes dear guests;

The people are running in a hurry;

The uncle says to the prince:

"The swan sent us to you

And punished by order

Keep your glorious city

And patrol them.

We are from now on every day

Together we will certainly

At your high walls

Come out of the waters of the sea,

So I'll see you soon

Now it's time for us to go to sea;

The air of the earth is heavy for us. "

All then went home.

Three maidens by the window
Spun late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says, -
Then to the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast. "-
"If I were a queen, -
Her sister says, -
Then there would be one for the whole world
I have woven canvases. "
"If I were a queen, -
The third sister said, -
I would be for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero. "

I only managed to utter
The door creaked softly
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Last speech all over
Loved him.
"Hello, red maiden, -
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well you, dear sisters,
Get out of the room
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver
And the other cook. "

The tsar-father came out into the passage.
All set off to the palace.
The king was not going to long:
He got married the same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then honest guests
On an ivory bed
Put the young
And left alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy one
Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Things are not postponing into the distance,
From the first night I suffered.

At that time there was a war
Tsar Saltan, saying goodbye to his wife;
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Protect, loving him.
While he is far away
It beats long and hard
The term of the motherland is approaching;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child
Like an eagle over an eagle;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To make your father happy.
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
They want to harass her
They are told to take over the messenger;
Themselves send another messenger
Here's what from word to word:
"The queen gave birth in the night
Either son or daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog.
And to an unknown animal. "
As the king-father heard,
What the messenger told him
In anger, he began to wonder
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But softening this time
He gave the following order to the messenger:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal decision. "
The messenger rides with a diploma
And he arrived at last.
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
They tell him to rob him;
The messenger is drunk
And in his empty bag
They thrust another letter -
And he brought a messenger intoxicated.
On the same day, the order is as follows:
"The king orders his boyars,
Not wasting time
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of waters. "
There is nothing to do: boyars,
After pushing for the sovereign
And the young queen,
They came to her bedroom in a crowd.
They announced the will of the king -
She and her son have a bad lot,
Read the decree aloud,
And the queen at the same hour
They put my son in a barrel,
Grinded, drove
And they let it into the okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.

In the blue sky. the stars are shining.
In the blue sea, waves whip;
A cloud is walking across the sky
The barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen cries, the queen beats in her
And the child grows there
By leaps and bounds.
The day has passed, the queen is screaming ...
And the child hurries the wave:
"You, my wave, wave!
You are gulliva and free;
You splash wherever you want
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shore of the earth,
Raising ships -
Do not ruin our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land! "
And the wave obeyed:
Right there on the shore she
I took out the barrel lightly
And she drained away quietly.
Mother and baby are saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son got up on his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I made a little effort:
"As if there is a window in the courtyard
Shall we do it? "- he said,
Knocked out the bottom and went 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.
Son thought: good dinner
We would, however, need it.
He breaks the branches of the oak
And bends the bow in a tight one,
Silk cord from the cross
Stretched oak on a bow,
I broke a thin cane,
With a light arrow he sharpened
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He only approaches the sea,
So he hears like a moan ...
It can be seen that the sea is not quiet;
Looks - sees the case famously:
The swan is beating amid the swell.
The vulture hovers over her;
That poor thing is splashing
The water is muddying and gushing around ...
He has already dismissed his claws,
Bloody bite pricked up ...
But just the arrow began to sing,
I touched a kite in the neck -
The vulture shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered the bow;
Looks: the kite is drowning in the sea
And it does not moan like a bird cry,
The swan swims around
The evil kite bites
The death of the near hurries.
It beats with a wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Speaks in Russian:
"You, prince, my savior,
My mighty deliverer
Do not grieve that for me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow disappeared into the sea:
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you with good
I will serve you later:
You didn’t save the swan,
He left the girl alive
You didn't kill a kite
Shot the sorcerer.
I will never forget you:
You will find me everywhere
Now you come back
Do not grieve and go to bed. "
The swan bird flew away,
And the prince and the queen,
Having spent the whole day like this
They decided to go to bed on an empty stomach. -
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And wondering in front of me
He sees a big city,
The walls are jagged,
And behind the white walls
The domes of churches shine
And holy monasteries.
He rather wakes up the queen;
How will she gasp! .. "Will there be roofing felts? -
He says, - I see:
The swan amuses me. "
Mother and son go to the city.
Just stepped over the fence
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
The people are coming down to meet them,
The church choir praises God;
In the rattlers of gold
A lush courtyard meets them;
They all praise them loudly
And the prince is crowned
A princely cap, and a head
They proclaim over themselves;
And among its capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And he named himself: Prince Guidon.
The wind on the sea walks
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails.
The sailors marvel
The boat is crowded
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
New gold-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost.
The guns from the dock are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
He feeds and drinks them
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
"We have traveled all over the world,
Traded in sables
Black and brown foxes;
And now we are out of time
Heading straight east
Past Buyan Island,
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea by okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him. "
Guests on the way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Seeing off their long run;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.

Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
The prince answers sadly:
"Sadness-melancholy eats me up,
Overpowered the fellow:
I would like to see my father. "
Swan to the prince: "This is the grief!
Well, listen: do you want to go to sea
Fly for the ship?
Be, prince, you are a mosquito. "
And flapped her wings
Water splashed with noise
And sprinkled it
From head to toe - everything.
Then he decreased to a point,
He turned around like a mosquito,
Flew and squeaked
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and huddled in the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore;
And behind them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Sitting near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad.
In the light, here's a miracle:
The island was steep at sea
Not free, not residential;
It lay on an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now 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 a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: "If I live,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says: -
The city stands by the sea!
Know that this is not a trinket:
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce,
The squirrel sings songs
And gnaws at all the nuts
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Has died and was oiled.
Servants, matchmaker and sister
They catch a mosquito with a cry.
"You damned midge!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
"Sadness, melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful start
I would like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce;
Wonderful, really, not a trinket -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying. "
The swan answers the prince:
"The light about the squirrel shines the truth;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad service
I will give you friendship. "
With a cheered soul
The prince went home;
I just stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the high tree,
He sees a squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws a nut
The emerald takes out
And he collects the shell,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
Honestly with all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
"Well, thanks," he said.
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same. "
A prince for a squirrel later
Built a crystal house
Sent a guard to him
And besides, he made the clerk
A strict account of nuts is a message.
To the prince profit, honor to the squirrel.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the dock are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
"We have traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All Don stallions
And now we are out of time -
And the path lies far for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan ... "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea by okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the tsar. "

The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince - 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 sank
Between sea and heaven
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar;
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And behind them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
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 beside the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad
In the light, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an entertainer!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
Servants guard the squirrel,
They serve her as servants in different ways -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is a message;
Gives her the honor of the army;
A coin is poured from the shells
Yes, they float around the world;
The girls are pouring an emerald
In the pantries and under a bushel;
Everyone on that island is rich
There is no isoba, there are chambers everywhere;
And prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I will be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I'll go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling surreptitiously,
The weaver says to the king:
"What's so wonderful about that? Well, here it is!
Squirrel gnaws pebbles
Throwing gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
You won't surprise us with this
Are you telling the truth or not.
There is another wonder in the light:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will spread out in a noisy run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
This is a miracle, so a miracle
You can say rightly! "
Clever guests are silent
They don't want to argue with her,
For a miracle, Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry ...
He hummed and just
I sat down on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ay!" - and right there she looked round;
Everyone shouts: "Catch, catch,
Yes, crush it, crush it ...
Oh, really! wait a little,
Wait ... "And the prince through the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
He flew across the sea.
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The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
"Sadness-melancholy eats me up -
Would like a miracle
I will transfer to my destiny. "-
"And what is this miracle?" -
"Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan, will raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a noisy run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them. "
The swan answers the prince:
"Is that what, prince, confuses you?
Do not grieve, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
I’m all my brothers.
Do not be sad, go
Wait for the brothers to visit. "

The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and out to sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
Fluttered around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The uncle is in front
And leads them to the hail.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Welcomes dear guests;
The people are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
"The swan sent us to you
And punished by order
Keep your glorious city
And patrol them.
We are from now on every day
Together we will certainly
At your high walls
Coming out of the waters of the sea.
So I'll see you soon
Now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us. "
All then went home.

The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On the raised sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the dock are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
They both feed and drink
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded in damask steel,
Pure silver and gold
And now we are out of time;
And the path lies far for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
Then the prince says to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea by okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Well tell me: Prince Guidon
He sends his bow to the king. "
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and set off.
To the sea, the prince, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul is asking ...
It pulls and carries away ...
And again she is his
Instantly sprayed everything.
Here he greatly decreased,
The prince turned into a bumblebee,
Flew and hummed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
To the stern - and huddled into the crack.

The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And behind them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
They sit beside the king -
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad
In the light, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
Every day there is a miracle:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And stay on the shore
Thirty-three heroes,
In the scales of golden grief,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And brings them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And patrol -
And that guard is not more reliable
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon is sitting there;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If I will only be alive,
I will visit a wonderful island
And I will go to see the prince. "
Cook and weaver
Not a gugu - but Babarikha,
Smiling, he says:
"Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they roam themselves on patrol!
Whether they tell the truth or lie
I don't see the diva here.
Is there such a diva in the world?
Here goes the rumor is true:
There is a princess across the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day, the light of God darkens,
Illuminates the earth at night,
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Comes out like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
You can say rightly
This is a miracle, so a miracle. "
Smart guests are silent:
They don't want to argue with a woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle -
And the prince, although he is angry,
But he regrets the eyes
His old grandmother;
He buzzes over her, circles -
Sits right on her nose,
The nose was stung by a hero;
A blister sprang up on my nose.
And again the alarm went off:
"Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Yes, crush it, crush it ...
Oh, really! wait a little
Wait! .. "And the bumblebee in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan is swimming.
"Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
"Sadness-melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I look
I'm not married only I go. "-
"And who is in mind
Do you have? "-" Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day, the light of God darkens,
At night it illuminates the earth -
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
Sweet speech speaks,
As if the river gurgles.
Only, complete, is it true? "-
The prince fearfully awaits an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, on reflection, he says:
"Yes, there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off the white handle
Yes, you can't shut up in your belt.
I will serve you with advice -
Listen: all about it
Think in the way
Do not repent later. "
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married
What about it all about
He changed his mind in a way;
That I am ready with a passionate soul
For the beautiful princess
He walk from here
At least for the distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: "Why far away?
Know that your fate is near,
After all, this princess is me. "
Here she, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And ashore from above
Sank into the bushes
Startled, shook herself
And the princess turned around:
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava;
And as the speech says,
Like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess.
Presses to the white chest
And leads her quickly
To his dear mother.
The prince at her feet, begging:
"Dear Empress!
I chose a wife for myself,
Daughter obedient to you.
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in advice and love. "
Over their obedient head
Mother with miraculous icon
Tears pouring down and says:
"God will reward you children."
The prince was not going to long,
Married to the princess;
They began to live and get on,
Yes, wait for the offspring.
The wind walks on the sea
And the boat urges on;
He runs to himself in the waves
On inflated sails
Past the steep island
Past the big city;
The guns from the dock are firing
They tell the ship to dock.
Guests stick to the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit;
He feeds them and gives them water
And the answer tells me to keep:
"What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now? "
The shipmen responded:
"We have traveled all over the world,
We did not trade for nothing
Unspecified item;
And the path lies far for us:
Head east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan. "
The prince said to them then:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea by okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes remind him
To his sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And until now I haven’t got ready -
I send him my bow. "
Guests on the way, and Prince Guidon
I stayed at home this time
And he did not part with his wife.

The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It can be seen from afar.
Here 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 bridegroom Baba Babarikha
They sit beside the king -
Four all three are looking.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "
The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living across the sea is not bad
In the light, here's a miracle:
An island on the sea lies
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
Spruce grows in front of the palace
And under it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a wonderful woman!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws nuts all;
And the nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
They take care of the squirrel, take care of it.
There is still another wonder:
The sea will swell violently
Boil, raise a howl,
Will rush to the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run
And find themselves on the shore
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are daring
Young giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And that guard is not more reliable
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 darkens,
Illuminates the earth at night;
The month under the scythe shines
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him earnestly;
He sent you a bow
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
And until now I have not gathered. "

Here the king could not resist,
He ordered to equip the fleet.
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
They do not want to let the king
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not heed them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? A king or a child? -
He speaks not jokingly. -
Today I'm going! "-
Then he stamped,
I went out and slammed the door.
Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It does not make noise, does not whip,
Only barely, barely in awe,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Across the okiyana plains
The fleet of Tsar Saltan is going.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
Cried out loudly:
"My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look you there:
Father is coming here. "
The fleet is already approaching the island,
Prince Guidon directs the pipe:
The king is on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver with a cook,
With brother-in-law Baba Babarikha,
Wonder one
To an unfamiliar side.
At once the cannons ignited;
The bell towers rang;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha;
He took the king to the city,
Saying nothing.
Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes,
All handsome men are young
Daring giants
All are equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There, under the high tree
The squirrel sings a song
Gnawing the golden nut
The emerald takes out
And lowers it into the bag;
And a large yard is sown
In a shell of gold.
Guests are far away - hastily
They look - what then? princess - a wonder:
The moon shines under the scythe
And in the forehead the star is burning;
And she herself is stately,
Acts like a pava
And her mother-in-law leads her.
The Tsar looks - and recognizes ...
A zealous leap in him!
"What do I see? What, is it?
How! "- and the spirit in him took up ...
The king burst into tears,
He hugs the queen
And the son, and the young woman,
And they all sit down at the table;
And the merry feast went on.
And the weaver with the cook,
With bridegroom Baba Babarikha
Scattered to the corners;
They were found violently there.
Then they confessed everything,
They obeyed, burst into tears;
A king for joy
I let all three go home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They put him to bed, half drunk.
I was there, honey, drinking beer -
And he just wet his mustache.

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The wind makes a merry noise
The ship runs merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It can be seen from afar.
Here guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And behind them to the palace
Our prodigy flew.

He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in the ward
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With brother-in-law Baba Babarikha,
Sitting near the king
And they look into his eyes.

Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh you, guests, gentlemen,
How long have you traveled? where?
Is it okay across the sea, or is it bad?
And what a miracle in the world? "

The shipmen responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Life is not bad across the sea,
In the light, here's a miracle:
The island was steep at sea
Not free, not residential;
It lay on an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now stands on it
New city with a palace
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon is sitting in it;
He sent you a bow. "
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: "If I live,
I will visit a wonderful island,
I will go to Guidon's. "
And the weaver with the cook,
With brother-in-law Baba Babarikha,
Do not want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
"Already a curiosity, well, right, -
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says -
The city stands by the sea!
Know that this is not a trinket:
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce,
Squirrel sings songs
And gnaws at all the nuts
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle. "

Tsar Saltan marvels at a miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Has died and was oiled.
Servants, matchmaker and sister

“You damned midge!
We are you! .. "And he is in the window,
Yes, calmly to your destiny
I flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He does not take his eyes off the blue sea;
Lo and behold - over flowing waters
The white swan floats.
“Hello, you are my beautiful prince!
Why are you quiet as a rainy day?
Grieved for what? "-
She says to him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful start
I would like to. Somewhere there
Spruce in the forest, squirrel under the spruce;
Wonderful, really, not a trinket -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, it gnaws nuts all,
And the nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden
Kernels - pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying. "
The swan answers the prince:
“The light about the squirrel shines the truth;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad service
I will show you friendship. "
With a cheered soul
The prince went home;

I just stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the high tree,
He sees a squirrel in front of everyone
Golden gnaws a nut
The emerald takes out
And he collects the shell,

Puts equal piles
And sings with a whistle
Honestly with all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thanks,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
As for me, the fun is the same. "
A prince for a squirrel later
Built a crystal house
Sent a guard to him
And besides, he made the clerk
A strict account of nuts is a message.
To the prince profit, honor to the squirrel.