Three girls in a new way. Alexander Pushkin - Three girls under the window (The Tale of Tsar Saltan)

FAVORITE TALE

IN A NEW WAY.

Storyteller 1:- Dear viewers,

Would you like to see a fairy tale?

Surprisingly familiar

But with creative additions!

2 storytellers come out. Music sounds quietly.

2nd storyteller. The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it -

A lesson to good fellows!

1st storyteller

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.

(The first is eating a bun, the second is embroidering, the third is looking around)

2nd storyteller

The three of them gathered

Talk about your own.

1. girl (Enshina Darina).

If only I were a queen

says one girl

I would at any time of the year

I was only involved in fashion.

By its thin figure,

I would have three sheepskin coats:

Mini, maxi, whichever is cooler,

And the only perfume is Gucci

2nd girl (Bogatyreva Maria).

If only I were a queen

Her sister says

I wish I could find myself a groom

The house is huge with a mezzanine,

Near the poplar house,

And carpets and pianos,

in a hill for crystal!

Polish furniture in the kitchen,

Things are super duper, yes!

Your wallet is swelling with money,

Six hundredth Mercedes!

2nd narrator:

Well, you are a beautiful girl,

If you were a queen,
What would you be proud of?
What would you do then?

3rd girl:

I would like the king's father

I would take care of it and love it,
I would sit next to him,
I could look at him forever!
1 narrator:

The midnight hour was approaching,

There was a stomping sound in the yard:

Five heroes enter

Five ruddy barbels.

Grooms to choose from

here Koschey and the old waterman are fat and lame.

Kolobok, the evil wolf, the scientist cat in chains

Everyone is smart, modest, decent

And everyone is dressed perfectly.

Everyone is a noble gentleman!

Virgos will be lucky now!

One two three four five,-

1 girl:

Yes, of course, Vodyanoy,
Old, fat and lame...
But in the hands of all power
Pisces, however, are not happy about it.
Gives all orders
Will only does not give!
2nd girl:

Maybe I should marry the goblin?
Good fellow, friend of the forests,
Loud bird voices.
And a lover of poetry,
And a spectator of football matches...
Loves to wander around
Enter into the thicket of the forest
And about the fact that no cola
And he doesn’t have a hut.
Only he can sing sweetly!..
Where and on what will I live?
Do you cry and grieve bitterly?
Well, I do not! I won't!
Better will, but your own!

3rd girl (Bublikova Diana).

There Koschey is always rich,
He's wearing an expensive robe,
Eats on gold, silver,
Travels everywhere. Only Koschey is always stingy,
Even melt water
Everything is subject to accounting
The one that runs in the spring...
And he suffers from boredom -
The whole district knows this...
1 girl looks at the bun.

What kind of animal are you, what kind of fish?
Either you are a fruit, a vegetable or
Are you a frog or a cancer?

1 Storyteller:

Kolobok (Alina Tatarnikova) answered them:
-Are you out of your mind, or not?!

It became stale while it was rolling
Through the forests and through the valleys.
Tanned and hardened
I became hard as a rock.

The girls thought.

“Maybe the wolf will be useful to you,” the cat meowed importantly.

Together:

There is money and appearance

Will not offend anyone!

1 girl

He has a huge eye!
This time.

2 girl
AND

big head!
That's two.

3 girl
And fangs stick out, look!
That's three.

In general, you are not welcome,

get out of the way

1 storyteller

The grooms turned

went home

And everything agrees again

They began to live and get along.

Outside the window the dawn woke up,

She winked and smiled:

Everyone went home

Modern chambers.

And dreams are like stars from the sky,

They won't ask for bread in the morning.

I wish I knew the price of those dreams,

It would be easier, maybe, for us.

2 storyteller

Quickly the tale is told
And misfortune lasts a long time...
Maybe some girls
This tale will come in handy!

A small remark - the only poem written by the author “to order” quite a long time ago at the request of a classmate at a military school. The future officer knew by heart one and a half hundred similar works, loved to recite on occasion... He needed to “update his repertoire”... He asked to “make fun” of something into rhyme and even suggested starting with the famous lines of “The Tale of Tsar Saltan”.
So...

"Three maidens by the window
we were spinning late in the evening..."
conducting a conversation alone -
about men and about mud!
- I haven’t been able to sleep for a week! -
the eldest girl says -
when I go to bed
I can’t stop sekel
I use my little finger
whole hand
in front of the eyes of a man's dryn"
Three sisters sighed:
- Until what time
will you only dream about your penis?
We need to take the man prisoner
feed him well
drink steamed milk
and keep me close all the time -
the **** will be in order!..
Falling under the icons
began to bow to God
so that he sends for his sisters
dick and a couple of balls -
May you never be bored again!..

All of a sudden
there was a knock on the gate
- It is he! our dear wanderer
Messenger of God's mercy!
They quickly opened the door for the guest.
Yes, they took me to the mansion
The virgins were extremely happy -
with one dashing glance
didn't hide from my sisters
there is a bump between the messenger's legs!
Serve dinner at a trot!
And then make the bed
pinching each other's sides
fluffed the fluff in the pillows...

The table was full of food
three mands in front of the guest -
you need to eat and drink a lot
to please everyone:
there is a mountain of pancakes on the table
side view of red caviar
there's salmon here
there's cervelat
here "Balm"
and here's the salad...
the guest's eye squints at everything
quite often there is a shortage!
Pressed on the food zealously
the sisters even marveled -
I cut everything down in one sitting!
I wish he could eat the way he eats -
drinks a glass after a glass
and look, you're not drunk!
What's your name, little falcon?

Son of Ivan Emelyan!
Well, isn’t it a secret for you?

What you! there are no secrets here -
Marya
Daria
and Anfiska
you drive - we see - not close
where can I find out?

I'm going to look for my wife! -
Emelyan answers -
visited many countries
because I want to find the girl
that in bed - purely a lioness!..

This made the girls happy:
- If you are looking for a lioness, it means a lion!
Well, by the way, a lion or a wolf
If only the fucking would come to fruition!
Talk about Emelya
we will continue on the bed...

Emelyan was a brave guy
took off his trousers and went straight to business -
the younger one - Anfiska -
he immediately pressed him to the mattress
screwed up once... twice
from sexual hunger
...how I came in for the third time
Anfiska has sparkles in her eyes
Anfiska is asking already
- Oh, let me go! I'll go have a pee!
Emelya answers her:
- Piss as is, even in bed
Just wipe away the snot
and don’t shit on my eggs!
...but how was it going for the fifth time?
so the girl took a shit!

It was up to Masha!
She was wider in the thighs
and didn’t writhe in pain -
she has more experience
immediately entered the high tempo
released juices properly...
The fight in bed lasted for a long time...
Emelya defeated again -
pierced through the navel
knocked Masha sideways
even though he's quite sore
Daria was faked on the bracket
only older sister
started moving into the wrong hole
but quite the opposite
so Dasha through the mouth
shit myself to my hair
and Emelka asks her a question:
- You tell me, beautiful maiden
maybe there are more sisters
except you - three sisters -
I would give them a blast!
Well, Daria and Marya cry:
- You're not a bully! You are the executioner!
Get out of here quickly!
We will now pray
so that you die soon
but so that the drin dries up first!..

- - - - - - - - - - - - - - -

Three maidens by the window
spinning late in the evening
conducting a conversation alone -
about the Emelkins!
Forgetting about old wounds
Only Emelyan is remembered!
Doesn't come out of our hearts
Emelyanovy End!!!

And I was there
drank honey-beer
about those sisters
rubbish erased! ..

Fairy tale "Three girls under the window"

Author: Three girls were spinning under the window late in the evening.
Singer If only I were a queen, -
Author One girl says, -
Singer I would sing all day long, I would become a superstar.
Fashion designer If only I were a queen, -
Author Her sister says, -
Fashion designer If she didn't wear old clothes, she would become the best couturier.
Queen If only I were a queen, -
Author The third girl said, -
Queen I would give birth to a hero for the father of the king.

Author As soon as I had time to say something, the door creaked quietly,
And the king, the sovereign of that side, enters the room.
King Good evening! It just so happened that I heard your words.
Have it your way, girls! To be one of you singers.
Voiced, super old, with a microphone and guitar.
And the other one to be a couturier!
Fashion designer Couturier!
Tsar Don't argue with the Tsar!
You will dress everyone very fashionably, and me first of all!
Well, you, soul-maiden, -
The author says,
King Be a queen
And give birth to a hero for me by the end of September.
Author The king did not gather for long. Got married that same evening
And the young queen, without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night. At that time there was war.
The king said goodbye to his wife and set off on a long journey.
And the queen began to wait and protect the offspring.
(Reporters run onto the stage with cameras and cameras, the singer walks, hides behind the throne, the reporters run away).
Queen What a noise! Maybe a thunderstorm? I can't worry.
Singer A! Sister, how are you?
Queen Yes, she hasn’t given birth yet!
Well, what about you? Have you become a singer? Loud, super old?
Singer Vociferous, super old. With microphone and guitar.
The Tsar, as promised, gave me away as a producer.
Oh look! And here he is!
Queen What's your name?
Singer Philemon!
(Producer enters)
song. (phonogram “Tea Rose”, during the song a devil crawls out of the black piano).
Philemon That's it! She got up and left. I said: I got up and left.
(The singer fawns over the producer, kicks the queen out of the throne and makes her husband sit down.)
Queen Look what! Drive away the queen.
(takes out a scroll) Filya! Can I sign?
Philemon A, autograph? It's possible! It's not difficult for me to subscribe.
What is written? "Decree! Beheaded at the same hour..."
Decapitate? Who?
Queen A of the giver of this.
Philemon Are you a queen? Honest mother! Didn't admit it. Sorry, dear!
You sit down, and we'll go! We would like to have time for the reception,
The oligarchs there, the ranks, are of such magnitude!
Queen And the autograph?
Philemon I'll run to you later, if possible!
(Leave)
Queen Run in, of course you can! All sorts of people are walking around and disturbing me!
(He just sits down, let’s go the models. The queen lifts her legs up on the throne. The fashion designer comes out and sings the song “Good for the Beauties”).
Fashion designer Why, dear queen, didn’t you recognize your sister?
Well, dear, how are you?
Queen Yes, she hasn't given birth yet.
But with such relatives, it won’t take long to give birth before your due date.
Fashion designer It's okay to rat around idle, better look at what I've got locked up.
Cool clothes - atas! On you right now.
And models are models! It is clear that they have eaten.
In general, keep your mouth shut! Choose what you like!
(The Queen takes one of the things and examines it skeptically)
Queen No, I certainly won’t wear this even at night.
Fashion designer In vain! Today it is in fashion. That's it, girls, we're leaving!
If you change your mind, call! I'm in tent number 3
In Cherkizovsky everyone knows where to find me, dear!
(They leave. The queen goes into the tent)
Author While the king fights far away, long and cruelly,
The time of birth is coming; God gave them a son in arshin.
(The queen leaves the tent with the child. The sisters run in).
Singer Oh! How good!
Fashion designer Beautiful.
Singer The king's labor was not in vain.
Fashion designer Nose, eyes - amazing!
Singer Let me have a look too!
Fashion designer And look at her little hands!
Queen Quiet! Don't break it!
Singer Na, listen (shoves headphones to the child) - this is your aunt singing!
Queen This music, sister, is not suitable for a child. (Pushes aside headphones)
Singer What! I do not like? (steps aside) Well, okay!
Fashion designer Look! She's annoyed!
Go give birth to your own! You, baby, look!
Super thing! Let's try it on now!
Queen I don't believe my eyes.
Fashion designer Why are you ratting! Yes, almost half the planet wears it.
Queen Before you have time to understand the world, say your first word,
And they are already pushing everything that they try on on you.
In the yard, in the entrance, at school, everyone knows what’s funniest,
What's in fashion, what's on air. Everyone will be mixed up in a gray world.
(Leaves)
Fashion designer I didn’t understand something!
What strange things!
Singer Everything is clear. We sent!
Fashion designer And we'll leave it like that?
We will resolve everything instantly. So it is! Sit down and write!
You are our king! Lord of the world!
Singer Very beautifully said.
Fashion designer The queen gave birth to either a son or a daughter that night;

Seal it, put a seal on it! He will know how to offend!
(Leave)
(The king comes onto the stage and sits on the throne. A messenger comes running.)
Tsar The queen gave birth to either a son or a daughter that night;
Not a mouse, not a frog, but an unknown animal.
I saw this somewhere. Call Pushkin to me!
(Pushkin arrives)

What are you doing, Pushkin – son of a bitch! I came up with it myself, I said,
And here it is, word for word! Which one of you copied from which?
Pushkin Plagiarism! Your greatness! The most ordinary one!
Tsar What happened further in the fairy tale?
Pushkin That queen was slandered,
They were sent out to sea in a barrel, sad and forgotten.
Tsar That's it, now you're free, friend! Fairy tales, brothers, you need to listen to!
The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it - a lesson for good fellows.
(The king gets up and leaves)
Author On the same day, the king hastily surrendered and went to his wife.
(The king comes out with the queen and the child)
And the sisters, sensing grief, a fashion designer with a pop star
They fled to the corners. They were found by force there.
Here they confessed everything, apologized, and burst into tears.
The king, out of such joy, sent the sisters home.
Pushkin I was there; honey, drank beer - and just wet his mustache.

Final appearance of the actors.

Poems were found in the Liveinternet diary
here http://www.liveinternet.ru/users/petrtra/post157139295/

We met poems - imitation of A.S. Pushkin.

Three maidens by the window
We chatted in the evening.
Even though it’s the twenty-first century,
The same topics, the same nerves -
How to save a guy
And lure him to you,
So that he lives alone with his wife
And he didn’t go after women.
...................................
(author unknown)

I decided to write with humor
something to rhyme
starting with the famous lines
"Tales of Tsar Saltan."

Three maidens by the window
They often spun in the evening.
We had a conversation alone,
Whose husband is better, Mr.

First...
Yesterday husband's testicles
I touch - his birds.
Oh, cold - strawberries.

I began to stroke and caress,
To raise his penis.
He got up... once... another
With affection, the dashing fellow is well done.
And I came in for the third time
Sparks fell from the eyes.

Second...
Oh, sister was not lazy
Check. In the same day
The second one says back to her:
There is no doubt about what to say.

Touched mine
And also cold.
Like hungry birds.
You need to stroke and caress
So that the bed creaks at night.

But their third sister,
Bowing my face like a priestess,
I don’t know what eggs are like
From evening to morning
More than once for me
We change positions lovingly.

But I'll check, sisters,
Are the lentils cold?
The middle of a man's legs
When I pet my friend.

The next day in the evening,
Two girls under the window.
Everyone is waiting for their sister,
Get to know her husband,
Cold or hot.

She has arrived. Black eye at temple
And my lips are bloody,
The eyes are filled with tears.
They come to her... What happened?

Yes...ahh...at my own,
I touched it - no luck.
I asked. For some reason
All men have balls
Are yours cold, are yours hot?

It hurt him
Didn't have time to do anything
I should tell him more...
I came to show you a black eye...

A true fairy tale - there is a hint in it
Know what to say to your husband...
2011

Full title:Illustrations for the Tale of Tsar Saltan

The tale of Tsar Saltan and his son

Glorious and mighty hero

PrinceGuidone Saltanovich

And about to the beautiful Swan Princess

Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.
"If I were a queen, -
One girl says
That is for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
- “If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
- “If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."

I just managed to say,
The door creaked softly,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last on everything
He fell in love with it.
“Hello, red maiden,”
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
I'm at the end of September.
You, my dear sisters,
Get out of the bright room.
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver,
And the other one is the cook.”

The Tsar Father came out into the vestibule.
Everyone went into the palace.
The king did not gather for long:
Got married that same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then the honest guests
On the ivory bed
They put the young ones
And they left them alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen,
The weaver is crying at the loom -
And they envy
To the Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night.

At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.
Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child,
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;

They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."

As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger tell him?
In anger he began to perform miracles
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But, having softened this time,
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal solution."

A messenger rides with a letter
And he finally arrived.
And the weaver with the cook
With in-law Babarikha
They order him to be robbed;
They make the messenger drunk
And his bag is empty
They thrust another certificate -
And the drunken messenger brought
On the same day the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Without wasting time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of water."
There is nothing to do: boyars,
Worrying about the sovereign
And to the young queen,
A crowd came to her bedroom.
They declared the king's will -
She and her son have an evil share,
Read the decree aloud
And the queen at the same hour
They put me in a barrel with my son,
They tarred and drove away
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.

The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed - the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“You, my wave, wave!
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? he said
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.

Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field;
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
The son thought: good dinner
However, we would need it.
He breaks the oak branch
And bends the bow tightly,
Silk cord from the cross
I strung an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
He pointed the arrow lightly
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.

He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently the sea is not quiet;
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already unfurled his claws,
The bloody bite has pricked up...
But just as the arrow began to sing,
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea.
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,
The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”

The swan bird flew away
And the prince and queen,
Having spent the whole day like this,
We decided to go to bed on an empty stomach.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And marveling at myself
He sees the city is big,
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church tops gleam
and holy monasteries.
He soon wakes the queen;
She will gasp!.. “Will it happen? -
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself.”
Mother and son go to the city.
We just stepped outside the fence,
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard greets them;
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was named: Prince Guidon.

The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost -

The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;

He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black-brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,

The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in a crack.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook.
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “If I live,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says, -
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That’s what they call a miracle.”
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
Died and crumpled.
Servants, in-laws and sister
With a cry they catch a mosquito.
“You damned midge!
We you!..” And he through the window
Yes, calm down to your lot
Flew across the sea.

Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!

Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
A miracle, really, not a trinket -
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well? under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
Emerald takes out
And collects the shell
Heaps equal puts
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes swan - God bless her,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house.
The guard was assigned to him
And besides, he forced the clerk
A strict account of nuts is the news.
Profit for the prince, honor for the squirrel.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All by Don stallions,
And now our time has come -
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
So it pulls and carries away...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and fell
Between sea and sky
On the ship - and climbed into the crack.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan -
And the desired country
Now it’s visible from a distance;
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with Babarikha
Yes with a crooked cook
They sit near the king.
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
A tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an adventure!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
The servants are guarding the squirrel,
They serve her as various servants -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is the news;
The army salutes her;
A coin is poured from shells
Let them go around the world;

Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold and into piles
Rakes emeralds;
This does not surprise us
Are you telling the truth, no?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" - and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your lot
Arrived across the sea.

The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining for?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded damask steel
Pure silver and gold,
And now our time has come;
But the road is far away for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan.
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
I send my regards to the Tsar.”

The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul asks...
So it pulls and carries away...
And again she him
Sprayed everything in an instant.
Here he has shrunk a lot,
The prince turned like a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
To the stern - and hid in the gap.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king -
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
Every day there is a miracle there:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run -
And they will remain on the shore
Thirty-three heroes
In the scales of golden grief,
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And takes them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And go around on patrol -
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon sits there;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit the wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not a word - but Babarikha,
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on patrol!
Are they telling the truth or lying?
I don't see Diva here.
Are there such divas in the world?
Here goes the rumor that is true:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth,
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
You can speak fairly
It’s a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
The smart guests are silent:
They don’t want to argue with the woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And although the prince is angry,
But he regrets his eyes
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spinning -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister appeared on my nose.
And again the alarm began:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Push him, push him...
That's it! wait a little
Wait!..” And the bumblebee through the window,
Yes, calm down to your lot
Flew across the sea.

The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness-longing eats me:
People get married; I see
I’m the only one who’s not married.”
- “And who do you have in mind?
You have?" - “Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night the earth lights up -
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
He speaks sweetly,
It's like a river is babbling.
Only, complete, is it true?
The prince fearfully waits for an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, after thinking, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can't shake off the white pen
You can't put it under your belt.
I'll give you some advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think about it,
I wouldn’t repent later.”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married,
What about all this
He changed his mind along the way;
What is ready with a passionate soul
Behind the beautiful princess
He walks away
At least distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why far away?
Know that your destiny is near,
After all, this princess is me.”
Here she is, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Sank into the bushes
Startled, shaken off
And she turned around like a princess:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns;
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to a white chest
And he leads her quickly
To my dear mother.
The prince is at her feet, begging:
“Dear Empress!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you.
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in advice and love."
Above their humble head
Mother with a miraculous icon
She sheds tears and says:
“God will reward you, children.”
The prince did not take long to get ready,
He married the princess;
They began to live and live,
Yes, wait for the offspring.

The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
On full sails
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Gvidon invites them to visit.
He feeds them and gives them water,
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified product;
But the road lies far ahead for us:
Head back to the east,
Past Buyan Island,
To the realm of the glorious Saltan.
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To my sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And I haven’t gotten around to it yet -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
Stayed home this time
And he did not separate from his wife.

The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit.
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king,
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And under it is a crystal house:
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a miracle worker!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden.
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed and protected.
There's another miracle:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a quick run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection -
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him diligently;
He sent you his regards,
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”

At this point the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let the king in
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? -
He says not jokingly -
I’m going now!” - Here he stomped,
He went out and slammed the door.

Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It doesn’t make noise, it doesn’t whip,
Only barely trembles.
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Along the Okiyan plains
Tsar Saltan's fleet is on its way.
Prince Gvidon then jumped up,
He cried loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is approaching the island.
Prince Gvidon points the pipe:
The king is standing on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver and a cook,
With his in-law Babarikha;
They are surprised
To the unknown side.
The cannons were fired at once;
The bell towers began to ring;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With the cook and the weaver,
With his in-law Babarikha;
He led the king into the city,
Without saying anything.

Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the wide courtyard:
There under the tall tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And puts it in a bag;
And the large yard is sown
Golden shell.
Guests are far away - hurriedly
They look - so what? Princess - miracle:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns:
And she herself is majestic,
Performs like a peahen
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks and finds out...
Zealousness surged within him!
"What I see? what's happened?
How!" - and the spirit began to occupy him...
The king burst into tears,
He hugs the queen
And son, and young lady,
And everyone sits down at the table;
And the merry feast began.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They fled to the corners;
They were found there by force.
Here they confessed everything,
They apologised, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
Sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They went to bed half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.