The heroine of the play is a thunderstorm. Description and characteristics of the heroes of the story by Alexander Ostrovsky "The Thunderstorm

The tale begins to tell

Over the mountains, over the forests,
Over wide seas
Against the sky - on the ground
An old man lived in one village.
The old lady has three sons:
The elder was smart,
Middle son this way and that,
The youngest was a fool at all.
Brothers sowing wheat
Yes, they were taken to the city-capital:
Know, that capital was
Not far from the village.
Wheat was sold there,
We accepted money by account
And with a full bag
We returned home.

In a long time al soon
Grief came to them:
Someone began to walk in the field
And stir the wheat.
Little peasants of such sadness
Have not seen the offspring;
They began to think and guess -
As if a thief to spy;
Finally they realized that
To stand guard
Keep bread at night
Trap the evil thief.

This is how it only began to get dark,
The elder brother began to gather,
He took out the pitchfork and the ax
And he went on patrol.
The stormy night has come;
Fear attacked him,
And out of fears our man
He buried himself under the sennik.
The night is passing, the day is coming;
The sentinel descends from the sennik
And, having poured water on himself,
Began knocking under the hut:
“Hey you sleepy grouses!
Unlock the doors for your brother
I'm soaked in the rain
From head to toe. "
The brothers opened the doors
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see what?
The guard prayed
Right, left bowed
And clearing his throat, he said:
“I haven't slept all night;
To my own misfortune,
There was a terrible storm:
The rain was pouring down like that
I wet my shirt all over.
How boring it was! ..
However, everything is all right. "
His father praised him:
“You, Danilo, well done!
You are, so to speak, approximately
Served me faithfully,
That is, being with everything,
I didn’t hit my face in the dirt ”.

It began to get dark again,
The middle brother went to get ready;
Took both a pitchfork and an ax
And he went on patrol.
The cold night has come
A shiver attacked the little one,
The teeth began to dance;
He started to run -
And he went on patrol all night
At a neighbor's under the fence.
It was terrible for the fellow!
But here is the morning. He to the porch:
“Hey you sleepyheads! What are you sleeping!
Unlock the door for your brother;
There was a terrible frost at night -
I was chilled to my tummies. "
The brothers opened the doors
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see what?
The guard prayed
Right, left bowed
And through clenched teeth he answered:
“I haven't slept all night,
Yes to my unhappy fate
The cold was terrible at night,
He got me into my hearts;
I rode all night;
It was too inconvenient ...
However, everything is all right. "
And his father said to him:
"You, Gavrilo, well done!"

It began to get dark for the third time,
The youngest must get ready;
He does not lead with a mustache,
Singing on the stove in the corner
From all the stupid urine:
"You are beautiful eyes!"
Brothers, well, blame him,
They began to drive in the field,
But, no matter how long they shouted,
Only the voice is lost;
He's not moving. Finally
Father came up to him,
Says to him: “Listen,
Run to the patrol, Vanyusha;
I will buy you luboks,
I'll give you peas and beans. "
Then Ivan gets off the stove,
Malachai puts on his,
He puts bread in his bosom,
The guard goes to keep.

The night has come; the month rises;
Ivan goes around the field,
Look around you
And sits down under a bush;
Counts the stars in the sky
Yes, he eats the edge.
Suddenly, about midnight, the horse whinnied ...
Our guard stood up,
Looked under the mitten
And I saw a mare.
That mare was
Everything, like winter snow, is white,
Mane to the ground, golden,
Curled rings in crayons.
“Ehe-he! so that's what
Our thief! .. But wait,
I don't know how to joke,
I'll sit on my neck at once.
See what locusts are! "
And, ucha minute,
Runs up to the mare,
Grabs the wavy tail
And he jumped to her ridge -
Only backwards.
Young mare,
Eyes sparkling madly
Snake head twisted
And launched like an arrow.
Curls around the fields
It hangs over the moats with a face,
Runs galloping through the mountains,
Walks on end through the woods
He wants by force al deceit,
Just to deal with Ivan;
But Ivan himself is not simple -
Holds tightly to the tail.

Finally she was tired.
“Well, Ivan,” she said to him, “
If you knew how to sit
So you own me.
Give me a place to rest
Yes, take care of me
How much you know. Yes look:
Three morning dawns
Unleash me
Take a walk in a clean field.
At the end of three days
I'll give you two horses -
Yes, such as they are today
Not even a trace;
Yes, I’ll also make a face of a skate
Only three inches tall,
On the back with two humps
Yes with arshin ears. "
Sell ​​two horses, if you like,
But don't give up the skate
Not for the belt, not for the hat,
Not for the black, hey, grandmother.
On the ground and underground
He will be your friend:
He will warm you in winter
In the summer it will wrap around cold;
In hunger he will treat you with bread,
Give honey to drink in thirst.
I'll go out into the field again
To try strength in the wild. "

Okay, Ivan thinks
And into the shepherd's booth
She drives the mare
The matting door closes,
And as soon as dawn broke,
Goes to the village
Singing a song out loud
"Well done went to Presnya."

Here he comes up on the porch,
Here is enough for the ring,
That there is strength knocking at the door,
As soon as the roof does not fall,
And shouts to the whole bazaar,
Like a fire broke out.
The brothers galloped off the benches,
Stuttering, they cried out:
"Who knocks hard like that?" -
"It's me, Ivan the Fool!"
The brothers opened the doors
They let the fool into the hut
And let's scold him, -
How dare he frighten them so!
And Ivan is ours, without removing
Neither bast shoes, nor malakhaya,
Goes to the oven
And he speaks from there
About a night out,
Surprisingly to all ears:
“I haven't slept all night,
I counted the stars in the sky;
The month, exactly, also shone, -
I did not notice the order.
Suddenly the devil comes himself,
With a beard and mustache;
Erysipelas like a cat's
And the eyes - what are those bowls!
So that devil began to jump
And knock down the grain with your tail.
I don't know how to joke -
And jumped on his neck.
Already he dragged, dragged,
I almost broke my head.
But I myself am not a mistake,
Hey, I held him like in a pulp.
Fought, fought my cunning
And finally he prayed:
“Do not destroy me from the light!
A whole year to you for this
I promise to live in peace
Do not stir up the Orthodox. "
I, hey, didn’t measure words,
Yes, I believed the imp. "
Then the narrator fell silent,
He yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry,
They couldn't - they burst out laughing
Grabbing under the sides,
Above the story of a fool.
The old man himself could not restrain himself,
So as not to laugh to tears,
At least laugh - that's how it is
It's a sin for old people.

Much time al little
From that night it ran, -
I mean nothing
I have not heard from anyone.
Well, what does it matter to us,
Whether a year or two has flown by, -
After all, you can't run after them ...
Let's continue the tale.
Well, that's what it is! Once Danilo
(On a holiday, I remember it was),
Stretched out drunkenly,
Dragged into the booth.
What does he see? - Beautiful
Two horses of the golden mane
Yes to a toy-skate
Only three inches tall,
On the back with two humps
Yes, with arshin ears.
"HM! now I know
Why did the fool sleep here! " -
Danilo says to himself ...
The miracle knocked the hops out at once;
Here Danilo runs into the house
And Gavrila says:
“Look how beautiful
Two horses of the golden mane
Our fool got himself:
You have never heard of it. "
And Danilo da Gavrilo,
That there was urine in their feet,
On the nettles straight
So they blow barefoot.

Stumbling three times
Having repaired both eyes
Rubbing here and there
Brothers enter to two horses.
The horses whinnied and snored,
The eyes were burning like a yacht;
Curled rings in crayons,
The tail was streaming golden,
And diamond hooves
Upholstered with large pearls.
It's expensive to watch!
Only the king would sit on them.
The brothers looked at them like that,
That they were a little distorted.
“Where did he get them? -
The elder said to the middle, -
But the speech has been going on for a long time,
That only fools are given treasure,
You should at least break your forehead,
You can't knock out two rubles.
Well, Gavrilo, in that week
Let's take them to the capital;
We will sell the boyars there,
We will divide the money evenly.
And with money, you yourself know
And you will drink and take a walk,
Just slap the bag.
And to the good fool
Guess won't be enough
Where his horses are visiting;
Let him seek them here and there.
Well, buddy, from your hands! "
The brothers agreed at once,
Hugged, crossed themselves
And returned home
Talking between us
About horses, and about a feast,
And about a wonderful little animal.

Time rolls along
Hour after hour, day after day, -
And on the first week
The brothers are going to the capital city,
What would you sell your goods there?
And at the pier find out
Didn't they come with ships
Germans to the city behind the canvases
And will Tsar Saltan
Basurmans Christians?
They prayed to the icons,
Father was blessed
They took two horses secretly
And they went quietly.

Evening made its way to night;
Ivan got ready for the night;
Along the street he walks
He eats the edge and sings.
Here he reaches the field,
Supports hands on hips
And with a jump start, like a pan,
Sideways enters the booth.
Everything was still standing
But the horses were gone;
Just a humpbacked toy
His legs were spinning
Clapping his ears with joy
Yes, he danced with his feet.
How Ivan will scream here,
Leaning on the booth:
"Oh you, horses of the bora-siva,
Good horses, golden-maned!
I didn’t caress you, friends.
What the hell stole you?
To be lost to him, the dog!
To die in the gully!
So that he in the next world
Fall through the bridge!
Oh you, horses of the Boer-Siwa,
Good horses, golden-maned! "

Then the skate whinnied at him.
“Don't grieve, Ivan,” he said, “
The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help, I'm burning
Don't bite the hell out of it:
The brothers brought the Koniks together.
Well, what's the use of empty talk,
Be, Ivanushka, at ease.
Sit on me soon
Just know to yourself hold on;
Even though I am small,
Yes, I will change the horse to another:
How I start and run,
So I will overtake the devil. "

Here the skate lies down before him;
Ivan sits on a skate,
Takes ears in zagreb,
That there are lobes roars.
The little humpbacked horse shook himself
Got up on his paws, startled,
Slammed with his mane, snored
And flew like an arrow;
Only in dusty clubs
A whirlwind curled underfoot,
And in two moments, if not in a moment,
Our Ivan overtook the thieves.

Brothers, that is, were scared,
Combed and hesitated.
And Ivan began to shout to them:
“It's a shame, brothers, to steal!
Even though you are smarter than Ivan,
Yes, Ivan is more honest than you:
He did not steal horses from you. "
The elder, writhing, then said:
“Our dear brother Ivasha!
What to shine is our business!
But take you into account
Our unselfish belly.
How much wheat we do not sow
We have a little bit of daily bread.
And if there is a poor harvest,
So at least get into the noose!
Here in such great sorrow
Gavrila and I interpreted
All the other night -
How can I help you?
So and so we decided
Finally they did it like that,
To sell your skates
Even for a thousand rubles.
And in thanks, say by the way,
I will bring you an update -
Red hat with a vertebra
Yes boots with heels.
And besides, the old man is sick,
Can't work anymore
But you have to waste your time, -
You yourself are a smart person! " -
"Well, if that is the way, then go, -
Ivan says - sell
Goldmane two horses,
Take me too. "
The brothers looked sideways painfully,
Yes, you can’t! agreed.

It began to darken in the sky;
The air began to grow cold;
Here, so that they do not get lost,

It was decided to stop.
Under the canopies of the branches
Tied up all the horses
Brought with a local basket,
Got drunk a little
And go, whatever God gives,
Who in which of them is much.

Danilo suddenly noticed
That a fire lit up in the distance.
He looked at Gavrila,
I winked with my left eye
And, giving a little cough,
Pointing the fire quietly;
Here I scratched my head,
“Oh, how dark! - he said.-
At least a month that way as a joke
He looked to us for a minute,
Everything would be easier. And now,
Really, we are worse than a tester ...
Wait ... it seems to me,
That the light smoke curls there ...
You see, evon! .. That's right! ..
That would be to break up a smoke!
A miracle would have been! .. But listen,
Run, brother Vanyusha.
And, I must confess, I have
Neither flint nor flint. "
Danilo himself thinks:
"So that you are crushed there!"
And Gavrilo says:
“Someone to sing knows what is burning!
Kohl the villagers stuck -
Remember him, what was his name! "

It's nothing for a fool
He sits on a skate
Kicks on the steep sides with his feet,
Tugging at him with his hands
With all his might ...
The horse soared, and the trail was gone.
“May the power of the cross be with us! -
Gavrilo shouted then,
Shielding himself with the holy cross. -
What a devil is this under him! "

The light burns brighter
The hunchback runs faster.
Now he is in front of the fire.
The field shines as if during the day;
A wonderful light streams around
But it does not warm, does not smoke,
Ivan was given a miracle here:
“What,” he said, “for the shaitan!
There is a light with five hats,
And there is no heat and smoke; Eco miracle light! "

The horse says to him:
“There really is something to marvel at!
Here lies the feather of the Firebird,
But for your happiness
Don't take it for yourself.
A lot, a lot of restlessness
It will bring it with it. " -
"You speak! how not so! " -
The fool grumbles to himself;
And, lifting the feather of the Firebird,
Wrapped him in rags
I put rags in my hat
And he turned the skate.
Here he comes to his brothers
And they answer to their demand:
“How I rode there,
I saw a burnt stump;
I fought over him, fought,
So I almost got sore;
I fanned it for about an hour,
No, after all, damn it, faded away! "
The brothers did not sleep the whole night,
They laughed at Ivan;
And Ivan sat down under the cart,
He snored until morning.

Here they harnessed their horses
And they came to the capital,
We stood in the equestrian row,
Opposite the large chambers.

In that capital, there was a custom:
If the mayor does not say -
Buy nothing
Sell ​​nothing.
Now mass is coming;
The governor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards.
The herald is riding with him,
Long-mustache, bearded;
He blows a trumpet into gold,
Shouts in a loud voice:
"Guests! Unlock the shops
Buy, sell;
And the overseers sit
Near the benches and watch
That there was no sodom
Not just now, not pogrom,
And so that no freak
Didn't deceive the people! "
The guests of the shop open
The baptized people call out:
“Hey honest gentlemen,
Come to us here!
How do we have tare-bars,
All sorts of different products! "
Buyers are coming
They take the goods from the guests;
Guests count money
Yes, the overseers are blinking.

Meanwhile, the Gradsky detachment
Comes to the horse row;
They look - a crush from the people,
There is no exit or entrance;
So the kishma is teeming,
And they laugh and shout.
The mayor was surprised
That the people were amused
And he gave the order to the detachment,
To clear the road.

“Hey, you devils, barefoot!
Get out of my way! Get out of my way!"
The barbel screamed
And they hit the whips.
Then the people began to stir,
He took off his caps and parted.

Before the eyes of the horse row:
Two horses stand in a row
Young, black,
Curly golden manes
Curled rings in crayons,
The tail is streaming golden ...
Our old man, no matter how ardent,
He rubbed the back of his head for a long time.
“Wonderful,” said, “God's light,
There are no miracles in it! "
The whole detachment bowed here,
I wondered at the wise speech.
The mayor meanwhile
I punished everyone,
So that they don't buy horses,
They didn't yawn, they didn't shout;
That he is going to the yard
Report everything to the king.
And, leaving part of the detachment,
He went to report.

Comes to the palace
“Have mercy, king-father! -
The mayor exclaims
And the whole body falls. -
Don't tell me to be executed
Command me to speak! "
The king deigned to say: “Okay,
Speak, but just fluently. " -
“I will tell you as best I can:
I serve as a mayor;
Faithfully correct
This position ... "-" I know, I know! " -
“Today, having taken a detachment,
I went to the horse row.
I come - darkness to the people!
Well, no way out, no way out.
What to do here? .. Ordered
Drive the people, so as not to interfere,
And so it happened, tsar-trust!
And I went - and what? ..
There is a horse row in front of me:
Two horses stand in a row
Young, black,
Curly golden manes
Curled rings in crayons,
The tail is streaming golden
And diamond hooves
Upholstered with large pearls. "

The king could not sit there.
"We must have a look at the horses, -
He says, - but it's not bad
And make such a miracle.
Hey, my carriage! " And so
The cart is at the gate.
The king washed, dressed up
And rolled to the market;
For the king of archers, a detachment.

Here he drove into the horse row.
Everyone here fell to their knees
And hurray! shouted to the king.
The king bowed and instantly
Well done, jumped from the cart ...
He does not take his eyes off his horses,
On the right, on the left it comes to them,
Calls with an affectionate word,
Beats them quietly on the back,
Ruffling their cool neck,
Strokes a golden mane,
And, after watching enough,
He asked, turning
To those around: “Hey guys!
Whose foals are they?
Who is the owner? " Ivan is here,
Hands on your hips, like a pan,
Because of the brothers
And, pouting, he answers:
“This couple, king, mine,
And the owner is me too. " -
“Well, I'm buying a couple;
Are you selling? " - "No, I'm changing." -
"What good do you take in the exchange?" -
"Two to five caps of silver" -
"So it will be ten."
The king immediately ordered to weigh
And, by his grace,
He gave me five rubles in addition.
The Tsar was magnanimous!

Lead the horses to the stables
Ten gray-haired grooms,
All in gold stripes,
All with colored sashes
And with morocco whips.
But dear, as for a laugh,
The horses knocked them all off their feet,
All the bridles have been torn
And they ran to Ivan.

The king went back
Says to him: “Well, brother,
A pair is not given to ours;
Nothing to do, have to
Serve you in the palace;
You will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress,
Like rolling cheese in butter
All my stable
I give you an order
Tsarsko word in that surety.
What do you agree? " - “What a thing!
I will live in a palace
I will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress,
Like rolling cheese in butter
The whole stables factory
The Tsar gives me orders;
That is, I'm from the garden
I will become a royal voivode.
What a wonderful thing! So be it
I will, the king, serve you.
Only, mind you, don't fight me
And let me sleep
Otherwise I was like that! "

Then he clicked horses
And went along the capital,
Himself waving a mitten,
And to the song of a fool
Horses are dancing trepak;
And his hobbyhorse is humpbacked -
So it breaks squatting,
To the surprise of all people.

Two brothers meanwhile
We got the money royally,
They were sewn into their cords,
Knocked on the valley
And they went home.
Houses shared together
They both got married at once,
They began to live and get on,
Yes to remember Ivan.

But now we'll leave them
Let's amuse you with a fairy tale again
Orthodox Christians,
What our Ivan has done
In the service of the royal
At the state stable;
How did he get into the neighbors,
I slept like a feather,
How cunningly caught the Firebird,
How he kidnapped the Tsar Maiden,
How he drove for the ring,
As an ambassador in heaven,
How is he in the Solntsevoy village
Kitu begged forgiveness;
How, to the number of other undertakings,
He saved thirty ships;
As in the boilers it was not cooked,
How handsome he was;
In a word: our speech is about
How he became king.

continuation

Part two

Soon the tale is telling
but not soon the thing is done

A story begins
From Ivanov's pranks,
And from the sivka and from the burka,
And from the prophetic kaurk.
The goats to the sea are gone;
The mountains are overgrown with forest;
The horse with the golden bridle broke,
Rising straight to the sun;
Forest standing underfoot,
On the side is a thunderous cloud;
A cloud walks and sparkles
Thunder spreads across the sky.
This is a saying: wait
The tale will be ahead.
As at sea-okiyane
And on the Buyan island
There is a new coffin in the forest,
The girl lies in the coffin;
The nightingale whistles over the coffin;
The black beast prowls in the oak forest.
This is a saying, but -
The fairy tale will follow.

Well, so you see, laity,
Orthodox Christians
Our dashing fellow
I got lost in the palace;
At the royal stable he serves
And will not bother at all
It's about brothers, about a father
In the royal palace.
And what does he care about his brothers?
Ivan has red dresses,
Red hats, boots
Almost ten boxes;
He eats sweetly, he sleeps so much,
What expanse, and more!

Here in five weeks
I began to notice the sleeping bag ...
I must say this sleeping bag
Before Ivan there was a boss
Above the stable you need everything
From the boyar had a reputation for children;
It's no wonder he was angry
I swore on Ivan
Though an abyss, but a stranger
Get out of the palace.
But, concealing cunning,
He's for every occasion
Pretended to be a cheat, deaf,
Short-sighted and dumb;
He himself thinks: “Wait a minute,
I'll move those, you fool! "
So, in five weeks,
The sleeping bag began to notice
That Ivan does not groom horses,
And he does not clean, and does not school;
But for all that, two horses
As if just from under the crest:
Washed clean and clean
The manes are intertwined in braids,
Bangs are gathered in a bun
Wool - well, shines like silk;
Fresh wheat in the stalls
As if it will be born right there,
And in large vats
As if only poured.
“What kind of parable is this? -
The sleeping bag thinks with a sigh. -
Doesn't he walk, wait,
To us a prankster brownie?
Let me watch you
And no, so I and a bullet,
Without winking, I can drain, -
If only the fool to leave.
I will report in the tsar's duma,
That the state equestrian -
Basurmanin, witch,
Warlock and villain;
That he drives bread and salt with the devil,
Doesn't go to the church of God,
Catholic holds a cross
And he eats meat by fasting. "
That same evening this sleeping bag
Former head of equestrian,
I hid in stalls secretly
And sprinkled with oats.

So it was midnight.
His chest ached.
He is neither alive nor dead,
He does everything himself,
Waiting for a neighbor ... Chu! in fact,
The doors creaked dullly,
The horses stamped, and behold
The old horse-breeder enters.
The door locks with a latch,
Gently throws off his hat,
Puts it on the window
And from that cap he takes
In three wrapped rags
The royal treasure is a feather of the Firebird.
Such a light shone here,
That the sleeping bag almost cried out,
And I was so scared from fear,
That the oats fell off him.
But the neighbor is not aware!
He puts his feather in the bottom of the barrel,
He begins to clean the horses,
Washes, cleans up,
Weaves long manes,
Sings various songs.
And meanwhile, curled up in a club,
Shaking with a tooth
Looks at a sleeping bag, barely alive,
What's the brownie doing here.
What a devil! Nothing on purpose
The midnight rogue dressed up:
No horns, no beard
Razy guy, even where!
The hair is smooth, the side of the tape,
Prospects on the shirt
Boots like Al Safyan, -
Well, exactly Ivan.
What a miracle? Looks again
Our eye on the brownie ...
"NS! so that's what! - finally
The sly man grumbled to himself. -
Okay, tomorrow the king will know
What your foolish mind is hiding.
Wait just one day
You will remember me! "
And Ivan, not knowing at all,
What a trouble to him
Threatens, weaves everything
Let her sing in her braids;
And after removing them, in both vats
Strained fed honey
And poured in addition
Beloyarov millet.
Here, yawning, the feather of the Firebird
Wrapped it up again in rags,
A hat under the ear - and lay down
Near the horses' hind legs.

It just started to dawn
The sleeping bag began to move
And hearing that Ivan
Snores like Eruslan,
He quietly climbs down
And creeps up to Ivan,
I put my fingers in the hat,
Grab a pen - and the trail is gone.

The king has just awakened
Our sleeping bag came to him,
Banged my forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I am guilty,
The king appeared before you,
Don't tell me to be executed
Order me to speak. " -
"Speak without adding, -
The king said to him, yawning, -
If you will lie,
Then the whip cannot be avoided. "
Our sleeping bag, gathering with strength,
He says to the king: “Have mercy!
These are the true Christ,
My denunciation is just, tsar:
Our Ivan, everyone knows
From you, father, he hides
But not gold, not silver -
Firebird feather ... "-
“Zharoptitsevo? .. Damned!
And he dared, so rich ...
Wait, you villain!
You will not escape the whips! .. "-
“And even then he still knows! -
The sleeping bag continues quietly,
Curved. - Good!
Let him have a pen;
And the Firebird itself
Into yours, father, room,
If you deign to give an order,
Boasts to get it. "
And a scammer with this word,
Crouching with a hoop,
I went to the bed,
He handed in the treasure - and again to the floor.

The king looked and marveled,
Stroked his beard, laughed
And he bit the end of his pen.
Here, taking him to the chest,
Screamed (with impatience)
Confirming your command
With a quick sweep of a fist:
“Gay! Call me a fool! "

And the messengers of the noble
We ran along Ivan,
But, colliding everything in the corner,
Stretched out on the floor.
The king admired so much
And he laughed to stitches.
And the nobleman, observing,
What's funny is for the king,
Winked among themselves
And suddenly the rows stretched out.
The king was so pleased with that,
That he awarded them with a hat.
Here are the messengers of the noble
They started calling Ivan again
And this time already
There were no leprosy.

They come running to the stable,
Doors open wide
And fool's feet
Well push on all sides.
They were busy with it for half an hour,
But he was not woken up,
Finally a private
I woke him up with a broom.
“What kind of servants are they? -

Ivan says, getting up. -
How I grab you with a whip,
So you will not become later
Without a way to wake Ivan! "
The nobles say to him:
"The king has deigned to order
We should call you to him. " -
“Tsar? .. Well, okay! Here I’ll get together
And immediately I will appear to him ", -
Ivan is speaking to the ambassadors.
Then he put on his caftan,
I tied myself up with a girdle,
I thought about it, combed my hair,
I attached my whip to the side
Like a duck swam.

Here Ivan came to the tsar,
Bowed, cheered up,
He grunted twice and asked:
"Why did you wake me up?"
The king, squinting with his left eye,
Shouted to him with anger,
Rising up: “Silence!
You must answer me:
By virtue of which decree
You hid your eyes from ours
Our royal good -
A firebird feather?
That I am the Tsar Ali Boyar?
Answer now, Tatar! "
Here Ivan, waving his hand,
He says to the king: “Wait!
I didn’t give those hats,
How did you find out about that?
What are you - are you a prophet?
Well, yes, put it in prison,
Order now at least with sticks, -
There is no pen, and there is no scrapbook! .. "-
“Answer! I'll screw it up! .. "-
“I plainly say:
No pen! Yes, hear from where
Can I get such a miracle? "
The king jumped out of bed
And he opened the box with the feather.
"What? You dare to shuffle yet?
No, don't get out!
What's this? A?" Ivan is here,
Trembling like a leaf in a blizzard,
I dropped my hat in fright.
“What, buddy, is it tight? -
The king spoke. - Wait a minute, brother! .. "
“Oh, have mercy, it's my fault!
Let go of the blame for Ivan,
I won’t lie ahead ”.
And wrapped in the floor
Stretched out on the floor.
"Well, for the first occasion
I forgive you the guilt, -
Tsar Ivan says. -
God have mercy, I am angry!
And sometimes from hearts
I will take off my forelock, and with my head.
So, you see, what I am!
But, to say without further words,
I learned that you are the Firebird
To our royal room,
If I thought of ordering,
You boast to get it.
Well, look, don't deny
And try to get it. "
Then Ivan jumped up and down.
“I didn't say that! -
He screamed, wiping himself off. -
I don’t lock myself
But about a bird, as you like,
You are leading in vain. "
King, shaking your beard:
"What! Show me off to you? -
He screamed. - But look!
If you are three weeks old
Can't get me the Firebird
To our royal room,
That, I swear by the beard!
You will pay with me:
Get out, slave! " Ivan cried
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

Humpback, he smelled,
There was a dance start;
But, as I saw tears,
He almost sobbed himself.
“What, Ivanushka, is not happy?
What did you hang the little head with? -
The skate told him
At his spinning legs, -
Do not hide yourself before me
Tell me everything, what is behind the soul;
I'm ready to help you.
Al, my dear, unwell?
Al was caught by a scoundrel? "
Ivan fell to the skate on his neck,
Hugged and kissed.
The king orders to get the Firebird
To the state lodge.
What should I do, hunchback? "
The horse says to him:
“The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help burn.
That's why your trouble
That did not obey me:
Remember, driving to the capital city,
You have found the feather of the Firebird;
I told you then:
“Don't take it, Ivan, it's a disaster!
A lot, a lot of restlessness
It will bring it with it. "
Now you have learned
I told you the truth.
But, to tell you out of friendship,
It is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead.
You go to the king now
And tell him openly:
"It is necessary, king, I have two troughs
Beloyarov millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Yes, tell them to hurry up:
Tomorrow, it will only get bogged down,
We will go hiking. "

Here Ivan goes to the king,
She says to him openly:
"We need a king, I have two troughs
Beloyarov millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Yes, tell them to hurry up:
Tomorrow, it will only get bogged down,
We will go hiking. "
The king immediately gives the order,
So that the messengers of the noble
They found everything for Ivan,
He called him a good fellow
And "happy journey!" said.

Early the next morning,
I woke up Ivan's horse:
“Gay! Master! sleep full!
Time to fix things! "
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on a path,
Took troughs, and millet,
And overseas wine;
I dressed up warmer
I sat on my skate,
Took out a piece of bread
And went east -
Get out that Firebird.

They go for a whole week.
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest,
Then the skate said to Ivan:
“You will see a clearing here;
In the glade of that mountain
All of pure silver;
Right here before the lightning
The firebirds arrive
Drink water from a stream;
Here we will catch them. "
And, having finished his speech to Ivan,
Runs out into the clearing.
What a field! Greenery here
Like an emerald stone;
The breeze blows over her,
So it sows sparks;
And flowers in the green
Untold beauty.
And on that glade,
Like a shaft on an okiyan
The mountain rises
All pure silver.
Summer sun rays
Paints all of her with dawns,
Runs in the folds of gold,
At the top, it burns with a candle.

Here is the ridge on the slope
Climbed this mountain
Verst, ran to a friend
He settled down and said:
"Soon the night will begin, Ivan,
And you will have to guard.
Well, pour wine into the trough
And mix millet with wine.
And to be closed to you,
You crawl under the trough,
Take note on the quiet
Look, don't yawn.
Until sunrise, hear the lightning
Firebirds will fly here
And they will begin to peck millet
Yes, screaming in your own way.
You who are closer
And grab her, look!
And you will catch the bird-heat -
And shout to the whole bazaar;
I will immediately appear to you. " -
“Well, what if I get burned? -
Ivan says to the skate,
Spreading out your caftan. -
You will have to take mittens,
Tea, the cheat burns painfully.
Then the skate disappeared from the eyes,
And Ivan, groaning, crawled
Under an oak trough
And he lies there like a dead man.

Here at midnight sometimes
The light spread over the mountain
As if noon is coming:
The firebirds come flying;
They began to run and shout
And peck millet and wine.
Our Ivan, closed from them,
Watching birds from under the trough
And he interprets with himself,
Spreading your hand like this:
“Ugh, you devilish force!
Eck them, rubbish, rolled!
Tea, there are about five of them here.
If you want to take over everyone -
That would be a profit!
Needless to say, fear is beautiful!
All have red legs;
And the tails are sheer laughter!
Chickens do not have such tea;
And how much, boy, the light -
Like a father's stove! "
And, having finished such a speech
By myself, under the loophole
Our Ivan snake and snake
I crawled to millet with wine -
Grab one of the birds by the tail.
"Ouch! Little Humpbacked Little Horse!
Come running quickly, darling!
I caught a bird! " -
So Ivan the Fool shouted.
The hunchback appeared at once.
“Ai, master, distinguished himself! -
The horse says to him. -
Well, hurry her into the bag!
Yes, tie it tighter;
And hang a bag around your neck,
We need to go back. " -
“No, let me scare the birds! -
Ivan is speaking. - Check this out,
You see, you sat down from screaming! "
And, grabbing your bag,
Splashes up and down.
Shining with a bright flame
The whole flock sprang up,
Coiled around fiery
And rushed over the clouds.
And our Ivan followed them
With your mittens
So it waves and shouts,
As if doused with lye.
The birds were lost in the clouds;
Our travelers have gathered
The royal treasure was laid
And we went back.

Here we arrived in the capital.
"What, did you get the Firebird?" -
Tsar Ivan says
He looks at the sleeping bag himself.
And the one, kind of out of boredom,
Bitten all my hands.
"Of course I got it" -
Our Ivan told the tsar.
"Where is she?" - “Wait a little,
Order the window first
To shut up in the bedchamber,
You know to create darkness. "
Then the nobles ran
And they closed the window,
Here is Ivan a bag on the table.
"Come on, grandma, let's go!"
Such light suddenly spilled out here,
That all the people covered themselves with their hand.
The king shouts to the whole bazaar:
“Ahti, priests, fire!
Hey, call the lattice!
Fill in! fill it in! " -
“This, you hear, is not a fire,
This is the light from the bird-heat, -
Said the huntsman, himself laughing
Straining. - Fun
I have brought those, condemnation! "
The Tsar says to Ivan:
“I love my friend Vanyusha!
You have amused my soul,
And for joy such -
Be the royal stirrup! "

Seeing this, a sly sleeping bag,
Former head of equestrian,
Says to himself:
“No, wait, baby sucker!
It won't always happen to you
So to distinguish yourself in a canalsky way,
I'll let those down again
My friend, in trouble! "

Three weeks later
In the evening we sat alone
In the royal kitchen, the chefs
And the servants of the court,
Drank honey from a jug
Yes, they read Eruslan.
“Eh! - one servant said, -
How did I get it right now?
A wonderful book from a neighbor!
There are not so many pages in it,
And there are only five fairy tales,
And already fairy tales - to tell you
One cannot wonder like that;
You have to work that way! "
Here everything is in a voice: “Make friends!
Tell me, brother, tell me! " -
“Well, what do you want?
After all, there are five fairy tales; look here:
The first tale of a beaver,
And the second is about the king,
The third ... God forbid the memory ... for sure!
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Here in the fourth: Prince Bobyl;
In the fifth ... in the fifth ... oh, I forgot!
The fifth tale says ...
So it is spinning in my mind ... "-
"Well, leave her!" - "Wait! .." -
"About beauty, what eh, what?" -
“Exactly! The fifth says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Well, my friends,
Will I tell you today? " -
“The Tsar Maiden! - everyone shouted. -
We have already heard of the kings,
We have beauties soon!
It's more fun to listen to them. "
And the servant, sitting down importantly,
He began to tell a long story:

"In distant German countries
There are guys okiyan
By that whether okiyanu
Only bassoons go;
From the Orthodox land
Nicolas have not been
Neither nobles nor laymen
On the nasty okiyane.
From the guests, the rumor goes,
That the girl lives there;
But the girl is not easy
Daughter, you see, dear to a month,
And Sunny is her brother.
That girl, they say
Rides in a red sheepskin coat,
In the golden, guys, lifeboat
And with a silver oar
He personally rules in it;
Sings different songs
And he plays on the guselets ... "

The sleeping bag here is skipping -
And from all both feet
I went to the palace to the king
And just came to him,
Banged my forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
"I am guilty,
The king appeared before you,
Don't tell me to be executed
Command me to speak! " -
“Speak, but the truth is only
And don't lie, look, not at all! " -
The king screamed from the bed.
The sly sleeping bag answered:
“We were in the kitchen today
They drank for your health
And one of the court servants
He amused us with a fairy tale aloud;
This tale says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Here is your royal stirrup
Sworn by his brad
That he knows this bird -
So he called the Tsar Maiden, -
And her, if you please know,
Boasts to get it. "
The sleeping bag hit the floor again.
"Hey, call me a stirrup!" -
The king shouted as a messenger.
The sleeping bag is now behind the stove;
And the messengers of the noble
They ran along Ivan;
They found him in deep sleep
And they brought me in a shirt.

This is how the king began his speech: “Listen,
Denunciation on you, Vanyusha.
They say that right now
You boasted for us
Find another bird
That is to say, to say, Tsar Maiden ... "-
“What are you, what are you, God bless you! -
Began the royal stirrup. -
Tea, asleep, I interpret,
I threw this thing out.
Yes, be cunning to yourself, as you like,
You can't fool me. "
King, shaking your beard:
"What? Show me off to you? -
He screamed. - But look,
If you are three weeks old
Can't get the Tsar Maiden
To our royal room,
I swear by my beard
You will pay with me:
On the right - into the lattice - on the stake!
Get out, slave! " Ivan cried
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

“What, Ivanushka, is not happy?
What did you hang the little head with? -
The horse says to him. -
Al, my dear, got sick?
Al was caught by a scoundrel? "
Ivan fell on the skate's neck,
Hugged and kissed.
“Oh, trouble, horse! - said. -
The king orders to his room
I can get it, hey, the Tsar Maiden.
What should I do, hunchback? "
The horse says to him:
“The trouble is great, I do not argue;
But I can help burn.
That's why your trouble
That he didn’t listen to me.
But, to tell you out of friendship,
It is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead!
You go to the king now
And say: "After all, for the capture
It is necessary, king, I have two pants,
Gold-stitched tent
Yes, the dining set -
All overseas jam -
And sweets for cooling. "

Here Ivan goes to the Tsar
And this speech is:
"For the capture of the princess
It is necessary, king, I have two pants,
Gold-stitched tent
Yes, the dining set -
All overseas jam -
And sweets for cooling. "
"It would be like this for a long time than not," -
The king from the bed gave the answer
And ordered the noblemen
They found everything for Ivan,
He called him a good fellow
And "happy journey!" said.

The next day, early in the morning,
I woke up Ivan's horse:
“Gay! Master! sleep full!
Time to fix things! "
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on a path,
Took flys and a tent
Yes, the dining set -
All overseas jam -
And sweets for cooling;
Everything in a travel bag with put
And tied it with a rope,
I dressed up warmer
I sat on my skate,
Took out a piece of bread
And drove east
For the Tsar Maiden.

They go for a whole week;
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to the dense forest.
Then the skate said to Ivan:
“This is the road to okiyanu,
And there is something on it all year round
That beauty lives;
Twice she only comes off
From okiyana and leads
Long day to earth to us.
You will see it yourself tomorrow. "
And, having finished his speech to Ivan,
Runs out to the okiyanu,
On which the white shaft
Alone walked.
Then Ivan gets off the skate,
And the horse is broadcasting to him:
“Well, spread the tent,
Put the device on the fly
From overseas jam
And sweets for cooling.
Lie down behind the tent yourself
Yes, be smart with your mind.
You see, the boat flashes over there.
Then the princess swims up.
Let her enter the tent,
Let him eat, drink;
This is how the harp will play -
Know that the time is coming.
Run into the tent at once,
Grab that princess,
And hold her tight
Call me soon.
I'm at your first order
I'll come running to you just
And let's go ... But look,
You take a closer look after her,
If you oversleep her,
So you can't avoid trouble. "
Then the skate hid from the eyes,
Ivan huddled behind the tent
And let's twirl the hole
To spy on the princess.

Clear noon is coming;
The Tsar Maiden swims up
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device.
"HM! So this is the Tsar Maiden!
As in fairy tales they say -
Reasoning as a stirrup, -
What is where red herself
Tsar Maiden, so what a marvel!
This one is not at all beautiful:
And pale and thin,
Tea, in a girth of three inches;
And the little leg is a little leg!
Ugh you! Like a chicken!
Let someone fall in love
I won’t take it for free. ”
Then the princess began to play
And she hummed so sweetly
That Ivan, not knowing how,
Snuggled down on his fist;
And under a quiet, slender voice
He falls asleep calmly.

The West was quietly burning down.
Suddenly the horse neighed over him
And pushing him with a hoof,
Shouted in an angry voice:
“Sleep, my dear, to the stars!
Pour out your troubles!
I’m not going to be impaled! ”
Then Ivanushka began to cry
And sobbing, he asked
So that the horse forgave him.
“Let go of the blame for Ivan,
I'm not going to sleep ahead of time. " -
“Well, God will forgive you! -
The hunchback shouts at him. -
We'll fix everything, maybe
Only, mind you, do not fall asleep;
Tomorrow, early in the morning,
To the gold-embroidered tent
The girl will swim again -
Sweet honey to drink.
If you fall asleep again
You can't take your head off. "
Here the skate hid again;
And Ivan set off to collect
Sharp stones and nails
From the wrecked ships
In order to inject
If he takes a nap again.

The next day, in the morning,
To the embroidered tent
The Tsar Maiden swims up
Throws the boat ashore,
Enters the tent with the harp
And sits down at the device ...
Here the princess began to play
And she hummed so sweetly
That Ivanushka again
I wanted to sleep.
“No, wait, you trashy! -
Ivan says, getting up. -
You suddenly won’t leave the row
And you can't fool me. "
Then Ivan runs into the tent,
A long braid is enough ...
“Oh, run, skate, run!
My hunchback, help! "
Instantly the skate appeared to him.
“Oh, master, distinguished himself!
Well, sit down quickly!
Keep her tight! "

Here reaches the capital.
The Tsar runs out to the princess.
Takes by the white hands,
Leads her to the palace
And sits at the oak table
And under the silk curtain,
He looks into the eyes with tenderness,
Sweet Speech says:
“An incomparable girl!
Agree to be a queen!
I barely saw you -
He boiled with strong passion.
Falconies are your eyes
Won't let me sleep in the middle of the night
And in broad daylight
Oh, they will torture me.
Say a kind word!
Everything is ready for the wedding;
Tomorrow morning, my light,
Let's get married to you
And let's start living singing. "
And the princess is young,
Without saying anything
Turned away from the king.
The king was not at all angry,
But he fell in love even more strongly;
I knelt before her,
Gently shook hands
And the balusters began again:
“Say a kind word!
How did I upset you?
Ali by the fact that he fell in love?
Oh, my fate is deplorable! "
The princess says to him:
“If you want to take me,
Then deliver you to me in three days
My ring is made of okiyan! " -
“Gay! Call Ivan to me! " -
The king hastily shouted
And he almost ran himself.

Here Ivan came to the tsar,
The king turned to him
And he said to him: “Ivan!
Ride the okiyan;
The volume is stored in okiyan
Ring, hear you, Tsar Maidens.
If you get it for me,
I'll give you everything. " -
“I am from the first road
I drag my legs violently -
You're okayan again! " -
Ivan speaks to Tsar.
“Why, you cheat, take your time:
See, I want to get married! -
The king cried out in anger
And kicked his feet. -
Do not open my door
But rather go! "
Then Ivan wanted to go.
“Hey listen! Along the way, -
The queen says to him, -
Stop by you to bow
Into my emerald tower
Tell my dear:
The daughter wants to know her,
What is she hiding for
Three nights, three days
Your clear face from me?
And why is my brother red
Wrapped up in rainy gloom
And in the misty heights
Will not send a ray to me?
Don't forget! " - "I will remember,
Unless I forget;
Why, you have to find out
Who are the brother, who are the mother,
So that we don’t get lost in our relatives ”.
The queen says to him:
“A month is my mother. The sun is brother. "
"Look, three days ago!" -
The groom-tsar added to that.
Then Ivan left the Tsar
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his horse lay.

“What, Ivanushka, is not happy?
What did you hang the little head with? " -
The horse says to him.
“Help me, hunchback!
You see, the king decided to marry,
You know, on a thin queen,
So he sends to okiyan, -
Ivan says to the skate, -
Gave me a term of three days only;
Here you can try
Get the devil's ring!
Yes, she told me to call in
This subtle queen
Somewhere in the tower to bow
To the sun, to the month, moreover
And ask about something ... "
Here the hobbyhorse: "To say in friendship,
It is a service, not a service;
Service is all, brother, ahead!
Now go to sleep;
And tomorrow, early in the morning,
We will go to the okiyan. "

The next day our Ivan
Taking three onions in my pocket
I dressed up warmer
I sat on my skate
And went on a long journey ...
Give, brothers, a rest!

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The popular children's fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse", written by the writer P. P. Ershov, is a very bright and beautiful poem, which is divided into three plot parts. The first tells how the younger brother Ivan got a magnificent trophy of two golden-maned horses and an awkward Humpbacked Horse, and how Ivan became the royal groom. In the second part, you can learn how the main character, on the order of the king, lures the Firebird, and after it the Tsar Maiden. In the final part, Ivan will visit the Sun and the Moon and will get a magic ring from the bottom of the mighty ocean, eventually he will become a king, and he will receive a Tsar Maiden as his wife.

P. P. Ershov "The Little Humpbacked Horse": Analysis and Heroes

The central characters of the work are Ivan the Fool and the Little Humpbacked Horse. Ivan, out of his kindness and responsiveness to any request of his father or the tsar, takes responsibility and seriously. His brothers, one out of laziness, the other out of cowardice, did not hunt down the one who tramples their fields. And Ivan did not sleep at night, but tracked down and caught the golden-maned mare, who gave him two beautiful foals and the third, the Little Humpbacked Horse, an unprepossessing but kind helper. If not for him, Ivan's life could have ended very badly. Serving the absurd and stupid lazy king - oh, how difficult it is. However, Ivan completely obeys his every whim, showing his humility and devotion, but the tsar did not appreciate these qualities, but only more and more got a taste after each order executed by Ivan. Give him the Firebird, or the Tsar Maiden.

Description of the Little Humpbacked Horse from the fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse"

The style of this wonderful tale is ironic and satirical, it makes fun of those who are rich or dream of getting rich at someone else's expense. Their passions and desires are so great that in the end they are left with nothing. But Ivan, who was honest and generous, not hoping for any praise, much less reward, without guile and pretense was always ready to sacrifice his life for the happiness of another person. That is why he has such a wise friend as the magical Humpbacked Horse.

The description of the Little Humpbacked Horse from the fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse" boils down to the fact that he and Ivan are, as it were, opposed to each other by the author of the tale, but in general they form one whole. Ivan is a passionate, lively, curious and very arrogant hero, always ready for any adventure, and the Little Humpbacked Horse acts as a guardian angel, a wise, generous and compassionate comrade. The description of the main characters of The Little Humpbacked Horse essentially shows two sides of the broad Russian soul.

Russian soul

And, surprisingly, there is a similarity between the characters. Both are third in the family and both have defects, one is called a fool because of his innocence and the generally accepted point of view, and the other because of a defect, they called him a "hunchback", a freak of his own kind. So they became heroes, dialectically complementary and mutually exclusive. However, the image of the Little Humpbacked Horse became the most beloved and most memorable for children.

The description of the Little Humpbacked Horse from the fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse" is very funny. Small but daring, three inches tall, with arshin ears and two humps, the Little Humpbacked Horse is so sweet and charming that it was impossible not to love him.

Atypods

Ivan and the Little Humpbacked Horse became the antipodes of exemplary older brothers. But in many ways they are better and more worthy. Luck itself goes into their hands, and they are not one of those who will miss it because of laziness or stupidity. Their actions, deeds and speeches once again confirm and demonstrate the people's ideal of hard work, courage and justice. The Little Humpbacked Horse is not just an obliging slave or servant who agrees and obeys in everything, he, first of all, became Ivan's friend and always told him, though bitter, but the truth.

These two heroes are somewhat naive and spontaneous, which makes them look like children, there is no deceit and lies - that's what is most important.

If we take into account the description of the Little Humpbacked Horse from the fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse", then this wonderful horse was no larger than a cat, with long ears like a donkey. And so these two friends find themselves on amazing adventures that usually do not take place at the whim of the heroes. However, a free and cheerful disposition allows them to perform unprecedented feats and extricate themselves from the most difficult situations.

In the fairy tale "The Little Humpbacked Horse" the description of the heroes says that thanks to his kindness, dexterity and childish naivety, Ivan was able to see the unseen and get it, as it turned out, not for the tsar - stupid and ridiculous, but for himself. All because the truth triumphed, the tsar boiled in boiling water, and Ivan became a handsome man, received a kingdom, a beautiful princess and, fortunately, a faithful magical friend and irreplaceable helper of the Little Humpbacked Horse.

Conclusion

A very happy ending to his tale was invented by the writer P.P. Ershov. The Little Humpbacked Horse was written in the 1830s. The style of writing is very similar to that of Pushkin in his fairy tales. And so it is: the author really imitated his idol. However, the explicit satire of the kings was harshly greeted by the censors, and therefore the work was banned in 1843. It went into oblivion for 13 years. But by the end of the 19th century, this tale had already become a children's classic.