Read the epics three trips of Ilya Muromets. Outline of a lesson in literature on the topic: Three trips of Ilya Muromets" (text of the epic as retold by I. Karnaukhova)
Three trips of Ilya Muromets
Whether from the city of Murom,
From that village and Karachaev
It was a heroic trip here.
Old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
Does he ride out on his good horse?
And whether he rides out in a forged saddle.
And he walked and walked and was a good fellow,
From his youth he walked until old age.
A good fellow is riding in an open field,
And the good fellow saw Latyr-pebble,
And from the pebble there are three steps,
And on the stone was signed:
“If you take the first path, you will be killed,
Take the third road and you will be rich.”
The old man stands and marvels,
They shake their heads and say:
“For how many years have I walked and driven in the open fields,
And I haven’t seen such a miracle yet.
But why would I go down that road, and where would I be rich?
I don't have a young wife,
And a young wife and beloved family,
There is no one to hold and colored dresses.
But why should I go on that path, where should I be married?
After all, all my youth is gone now.
How to take a young girl - but it’s someone else’s self-interest,
How can I take the old one - just lie on the stove,
Lie on the stove and feed him jelly.
Am I going to go, good fellow?
And on that little road where you will be killed?
And I, a good fellow, have lived in this world,
And the good fellow went for a walk in the open field.”
Non the good fellow went to the path where he was killed,
Just saw the good fellow after sitting down,
How they didn’t see the goodness of the young man after traveling;
There is a smoke in an open field,
Kureva stands there and the dust flies in a column.
The good fellow jumped from mountain to mountain,
The good fellow jumped from hill to hill,
After all, you let rivers and lakes flow between your legs,
He was the blue of the sea, you galloped around.
The good fellow just passed the damned Korela,
The good fellow did not reach rich India,
And the good fellow ran into Smolensk in the mud,
Where are forty thousand robbers standing?
And those night thati-plantains.
And the robbers saw the good fellow,
Old Cossack Ilya Muromets.
The big robber chieftain shouted:
“And you goy, my brother-comrades
And you are daring and kind fellows!
Take care of the good fellow,
Take away from him the colored dress,
Take away some good horse from him.”
The old Cossack and Ilya Muromets see here,
He sees here that trouble has come,
Yes, trouble has come and is inevitable.
A good fellow will say here, and this is the word:
“And you goy, forty thousand robbers
After all, no matter how old you are to beat and torment, you will have no one to beat,
But you won’t have anything to take from the old one.
The old man has no golden treasury,
The old man doesn’t have a colored dress,
But the old one doesn’t even have a precious stone.
Only the old man has one good horse,
The old and heroic horse has a good horse,
And on a good horse, the old one has a saddle,
There is a saddle and a heroic one.
It’s not for beauty, brothers, and not for bass -
For the sake of the fortress and the heroic one,
And so that you can sit and be a good fellow,
Fight and fight for a good fellow in an open field.
But the old man also has a lace bridle on his horse,
And whether in that bridle or in the lace
How it’s hardwired to eat one pebble at a time,
For the sake of the fortress and the heroic one.
And among the dark nights walks,
And you can see him from fifteen miles away;
The cap and forty pounds are rustling.
It’s not for beauty, brothers, not for bass -
For the sake of the fortress and the heroic one.”
“Well, you gave the old man so much time to reprimand him!
Let’s get down to military work, guys.”
And here the old man is in trouble
And for great annoyance it seemed.
Here the old man took off his violent head and rustled his cap,
And he, the old man, began to wave his helmet.
As soon as he waves to the side, the street is here,
And the robbers see here, and that trouble has come,
And how trouble came and was inevitable,
“Leave it, good fellow, at least for seeds.”
He nailed down all the infidel power
And he did not leave the robbers for seed.
Turns to the pebble to Latyr,
And he signed his signature on the pebble, -
And maybe that straight path has been cleared?
And the old man went to the path where he would be married.
An old man goes out into an open field,
I saw here an old white stone chamber.
An old man comes here to the white stone chambers,
I saw a beautiful maiden here,
The strong clearing is daring,
And she went out to meet the good fellow:
“And maybe come to me, good fellow!”
And she hits him with her forehead and bows low,
And she takes the good fellow and his white hands,
And he leads the good fellow into the white-stone chambers;
She seated the good fellow at the oak table,
She began to treat the good fellow,
I began to ask the good fellow:
“Just tell me, tell me, good fellow!
What kind of land are you and what kind of horde are you,
And whose father and mother are you?
What else is your name?
Do they honor you according to your fatherland?”
And here the answer was given by a good fellow:
“And why are you asking about that, is the girl beautiful?
And now I’m tired, but good fellow,
But now I’m tired and want to rest.”
How a handsome maiden and a good fellow takes here,
And how he takes him by the white hands,
For white hands and golden rings,
How does a good fellow lead here?
Whether in the bedroom, richly decorated,
And here he lays the good fellow on that little bed
deceptive.
“Oh, you, darling, beautiful maiden!
You yourself lie down on that wooden bed.”
And how the good fellow grabbed the beautiful maiden,
And he grabbed her in the crotch
And he threw it on the thuja on the little bed;
How this little bed turned up,
And the beautiful maiden flew away into that deep cellar.
Here the old Cossack shouted in a loud voice:
“And you goy, my brothers and all your comrades
And daring and kind fellows!
But grab it, and here she comes.”
Opens deep cellars,
Releases twelve and good fellows,
And all the strong and mighty heroes;
They strike with their foreheads and bow low
And to the daring and good fellow
And the old man comes to Latyr’s pebble,
And the good fellow guides his horse
And whether it’s on the right path, where to be rich.
Gold, silver, precious stones;
And here the good fellow robbed all the gold and silver
And he distributed this gold and silver among the poor among the brethren;
And he distributed gold and silver to the orphans and the homeless.
And the good fellow turned to the pebble to Latyr,
And on the stone he signed his signature:
“And how clear this straight path is.”
Ilya walked across the open field, defended Rus' from enemies from his youth to old age. The good old horse was good, his little Burushka-Kosmatushka. Burushka's tail is three fathoms long, his mane is knee-length, and his fur is three spans long. He did not look for a ford, he did not wait for transportation, he jumped over the river with one bound. He saved old Ilya Muromets from death hundreds of times.
It is not the fog that rises from the sea, it is not the white snow in the field that turns white, it is Ilya Muromets who is riding across the Russian steppe. His head and his curly beard turned white, his clear gaze became clouded.
Oh, you old age, you old age! You caught Ilya in an open field and swooped down like a black raven! Oh, youth, youthful youth! You flew away from me like a clear falcon!
Ilya drives up to three paths, at the intersection there is a stone, and on that stone it is written: “Whoever goes to the right will be killed, whoever goes to the left will be rich, and whoever goes straight will be married.”
Ilya Muromets thought:
What do I, an old man, need wealth for? I have no wife, no children, no one to wear a colored dress, no one to spend the treasury. Should I go, where should I be married? Why should I, an old man, marry? It’s not good for me to take a young woman, but to take an old woman and lie on the stove and slurp jelly. This old age is not for Ilya Muromets. I’ll go along the path where the dead man should be. I will die in an open field, like a glorious hero!
And he drove along the road where the dead man should be.
As soon as he had driven three miles, forty robbers attacked him. They want to pull him off his horse, they want to rob him, kill him to death. And Ilya shakes his head and says:
Hey you robbers, you have nothing to kill me for and nothing to rob from me. All I have is a marten coat worth five hundred rubles, a sable hat worth three hundred rubles, a bridle worth five hundred rubles, and a Cherkassy saddle worth two thousand. Well, another blanket of seven silks, embroidered with gold and large pearls. Yes, Burushka has a gemstone between her ears. On autumn nights it burns like the sun; three miles away it is light. Moreover, perhaps, there is a horse Burushka - so he has no price in the whole world. Is it worth cutting off an old man’s head for such a small thing?!
The chieftain of the robbers got angry:
He's the one making fun of us! Oh, you old devil, gray wolf! You talk a lot! Hey guys, cut off his head!
Ilya jumped off Burushka-Kosmatushka, grabbed the hat from his gray head and began waving his hat: where he waves, there will be a street, and where he waves, there will be a side street.
In one swing, ten robbers are down, in the second - not even twenty in the world!
The chieftain of the robbers prayed:
Don't beat us all, old hero! Take from us gold, silver, colored clothes, herds of horses, just leave us alive!
Ilya Muromets grinned:
If I took the gold treasury from everyone, I would have full cellars. If I took a colored dress, there would be high mountains behind me. If I took good horses, great herds would follow me.
The robbers tell him:
One red sun in this world - one such hero in Rus', Ilya Muromets! You come to us, hero, as a comrade, you will be our ataman!
Oh, brother robbers, I will not go to be your comrade, and you too will go to your places, to your homes, to your wives, to your children, you will stand by the roads, shedding innocent blood!
Ilya turned his horse and galloped away. He returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, and wrote a new one: “I drove in the right lane - I was not killed!”
Well, I’ll go now, where should a married man be!
Ilya drove three miles and came out into a forest clearing. There are golden-domed mansions there, silver gates are wide open, and roosters are crowing on the gates. Ilya drove into a wide courtyard, twelve girls ran out to meet him, among them the beautiful princess.
Welcome, Russian hero, come to my high tower, drink sweet wine, eat bread and salt, roasted swan!
The princess took him by the hand, led him into the mansion, and sat him down at the oak table. They brought Ilya sweet honey, overseas wine, fried swans, grainy rolls... She gave the hero something to drink and feed, and began to persuade him:
You are tired from the road, tired, lie down and rest on a plank bed, on a feather bed.
The princess took Ilya to the sleeping quarters, and Ilya walked and thought:
It’s not for nothing that she is affectionate with me: that the prince is not a simple Cossack, an old grandfather. Apparently she has something planned.
Ilya sees that there is a chiseled, gilded bed against the wall, painted with flowers, and he guesses that the bed is tricky.
Ilya grabbed the princess and threw her onto the bed against the plank wall. The bed turned and a stone cellar opened up, and the princess fell into it.
Ilya got angry:
Hey you, nameless servants, bring me the keys to the cellar, otherwise I’ll cut off your heads!
Oh, unknown grandfather, we have never even seen the keys, but we will show you the passages to the cellars.
They took Ilya into deep dungeons; Ilya found the doors of the cellar: they were covered with sand and covered with thick oak trees. Ilya dug up the sands with his hands, pushed the oak trees with his feet, and opened the cellar doors. And there sits forty kings-princes, forty tsars-princes and forty Russian heroes.
That’s why the princess invited the golden-domed ones into her mansion!
Ilya says to the kings and heroes:
You, kings, go through your lands, and you, heroes, go to your places and remember Ilya of Muromets. If it weren't for me, you would have laid your heads in a deep cellar.
Ilya pulled the queen's daughter out into the world by her braids and cut off her wicked head.
And then Ilya returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: “I went straight - I was never married.”
Well, now I’ll go on the road where the rich can be. As soon as he drove three miles, he saw a large stone of three hundred pounds. And on that stone it is written: “Whoever can roll a stone will be rich.”
Ilya strained himself, braced himself with his feet, went knee-deep into the ground, gave in with his mighty shoulder and rolled the stone out of place.
A deep cellar opened under the stone - untold riches: silver, gold, large pearls, and yachts!
Ilya Burushka loaded her with expensive treasury and took her to Kyiv-grad. There he built three stone churches so that there would be a place to escape from enemies and to sit out from the fire. He distributed the rest of the silver, gold, and pearls to widows, orphans, and did not leave a single half for himself.
Then he sat down on Burushka, went to the white stone, erased the old inscription, and wrote a new inscription: “I went to the left - I was never rich.”
Here Ilya’s glory and honor went forever, and our story reached its end.
Chronicles. Epics. Lives.
The epic "Ilya's Three Trips".
Introduction
You see the drawing “Stone at the Crossroads”.
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In what works have you come across signs for the main character? ( In epics).
What does the word epic mean? (Epics are Russian folk tales about heroes who defended Russian lands). The first epics developed in Kievan Rus.
What epics did you and I read in 3rd grade? (Dobrynya Nikitich, Dobrynya and the Serpent, Healing of Ilya, Ilya and the Nightingale - the Robber).
What distinctive features of the epic do you know? ( The epic beginning, repetitions, figurative language - hyperbole, epithets, melodiousness, rhythm, certain content - a tale about the heroic deeds of heroes; leisurely, thorough, detailed narration).
What qualities must a person have to be called a hero? ( Fearlessly fight enemies, be strong, wise, defend your native land).
Read the text slowly:
As in the glorious city of Kyiv,
Like the affectionate prince Vladimir,
There were also cross-bellied boyars who lived here,
They said it against Ilya against Muromets,
Oh, what words does he boast about:
“I’ll survive Prince Vladimir,
I myself will sit in his place in Kyiv,
I myself will be in Kyiv and the prince of the prince!”
What did you just read? (Begin).
Who performs epics and how?
Who were the heroes of the epics?
Why did people love Ilya Muromets? ( He loved for strength, justice, and the fight against enemies. He accomplished feats for the sake of the people, the Motherland, and protected the work of peaceful people.)
What do you think is the difference between an epic and a fairy tale?
The difference between a fairy tale and an epic.
Fairy tale .
1. They don’t believe in reality.
2. Uniform composition (construction);
3.Heroes: people, princes, animals
Epics.
1 They believe in reality.
2. Individual composition;
3. Hero-heroes.
Reading the epic “Ilya’s Three Trips” with commentary
Open your textbook to page 12.
What epic will we meet today? ( We will get acquainted with the epic “Ilya’s Three Trips”)
Before we begin our acquaintance with the epic, let's get acquainted with the main character.
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About the courageous hero Ilya Muromets, 15 Russian epics have survived to this day.
Ilya Muromets - hero of the Slavic epic
According to the plots of some epics, Ilya Muromets until the age of 33 could not move his arms and legs, but one monk healed him. After the man drank water specially prepared for him by the monk, he felt superhuman strength in himself and went to serve the prince.
In the image of Ilya Muromets, the Russian people embodied the idea of a brave warrior who would not be afraid to defend his people and fatherland.
The prototype of Ilya Muromets was a real-life person - the strongman Ilya from the city of Murom, who lived in the 12th century. This man became famous for his courage in battles and devotion to the prince. In adulthood he took monastic vows and was canonized in 1643.
Vocabulary work
SIE- This.
FLINTS- made of flint.
BULAT ARMOR, BULAT - patterned steel.
ESTIMATED - wealth.
SAZHEN-2,134m (3 arshins).
PATCH- contact the Catholic Church.
HOOD- headdress.
RAVENS- black.
GOL, GOLIDBA- ragamuffins.
BARN- barn.
Characteristics of the hero
Why does Ilya Muromets choose the straight road? (The hero did not want wealth, since he already had it. He also did not need a young wife. Ilya Muromets decided to try his luck and go to the right, where he was threatened with death.)
How does he reason at the crossroads at the stone? ( “God is with you, what is fate: I am ready and with fate to fight! Just choose what fate so that I can fight with it? I don’t need a wife on campaigns, I don’t need wealth. Oh, I’ll go, well done, I’ll go where the murdered man was shown to be!”)
What character traits does this indicate? (Brave, decisive, does not look for loopholes and workarounds.)
Find a description of the robbers. ( "...The popular robbers, the dogs of the night plantains, looked and jumped out. Their voices are loud, And their shields are cross-shaped, They wear helmets, like buckets up Horses in damask armor. And the main dog-robber Presses on, threatening: " Stop! Where to go, hillbilly? Pray before you die!”)
Why are words with suffixes used in the description of robbers - onk, ichek, echek.
What meaning do these suffixes give? (Diminutive.)
Why is this done? (To contrast with the strength of Ilya Muromets).
How is Ilya Muromets described in the battle with the robbers? ( ...Ilya swung his club and lightly hit the leader. And the leader softened from the blow, swayed, fell, and did not get up.
From the archer the bow is tight,
From the quiver I cast an arrow
Ilya took it out and let it in
The cracked oak is explosive.
Torn and split by an arrow
Old oak into wood chips and cuttings.
Cuttings and slivers
Scattered, they got caught
Into robbers and every one of them
They destroyed it in a row overnight!...)
From what real enemies could the heroes defend the Russian land? ( From the invasion of the Tatars - Mongol).
Why is the epic called “Three Trains”? What moment in the epic did you find most exciting? What historical event was reflected in the epic? (Baptism of Rus', attempts of foreign invaders to convert the Russian people to the Catholic faith).
Generalization of the image of Elijah. Choose those words that relate to Ilya. ( Brave, cowardly, modest, polite, kind, affectionate, courageous, courageous, strong, courageous, greedy, generous, rude, fair).
Results
We got acquainted with the epic "Ilya's Three Trips". We learned to analyze, compare epics and fairy tales, look for similarities and differences; consciously read epics; apply in speech the literary concepts of “epic”, “beginning”, “repetitions”, “exaggeration”, “epic storytellers”; realize the extent of responsibility for the fate of the people, the Motherland through the actions and actions of epic heroes.
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The old Cossack Ilya Muromets is riding across an open field, thinking deeply:
“Ancient old age comes, old age approaches like a black cloud, flies in like a black raven, and wild, free youth flies far away like a clear falcon. And that is to say, I have lived quite a long time in this world, I have lived for almost three hundred years.”
Here an old hero drives up to a white stone, three roads diverge from the stone in different directions; The following words are written on the stone:
“Whoever goes along the middle path will be killed; whoever goes to the right will be married; to go left means to be rich.”
Ilya thinks:
“What do I, an old man, need wealth for? And I have no desire to marry in my old age; I will go along the path where I will be killed.”
The good fellow rode for three hours, traveled three hundred miles and caught up with a crowd of stanitsa robbers.
The robbers saw him and said to each other:
Let's kill the old hero; his horse is good; will be useful to us.
They began to beat the old Cossack; Ilya stands there and doesn’t move.
“You have nothing to take from me,” says Ilya to the robbers, “my clothes are not rich; True, my caftan costs five hundred rubles, and I have a cross on my chest worth three thousand, but there’s no price for a brown horse!
The robbers laugh:
The old man himself chatters about his wealth so that we know what to profit from.
As soon as Ilya grabbed the hat from his head, he began to wave his hat left and right; The robbers fall dead, in whole crowds. Ilya interrupted the robbers, returned back to the stone and wrote on it:
“The inscription doesn’t tell the truth: I drove along the middle path - I wasn’t killed.”
“Let me,” thinks Ilya, “let me go along the path where I should be married.”
Ilya turned right; again he travels for three hours, he has traveled three hundred miles; I saw before me an unspeakable miracle: there was a rich city, all built up with boyar and princely chambers; In the royal palace, the beautiful princess looks out of the window onto the road.
She saw Ilya, came out to meet the old Cossack, uttered a kind word to him, took him by the white hands, led him into the royal grid, asked for bread and salt to eat from her, and ordered the servants to fill Ilyev’s borushka with Beloyar wheat.
Ilya feasted, tasted green wine, sugar dishes, bowed to the beautiful princess, thanked her for the bread and salt.
The princess tells him:
You are probably tired from the road, glorious hero, don’t you want to go lie down and rest from the long journey?
The princess brought Ilya into rich peace and showed him a feather bed to rest in.
Ilya looked incredulously at the high bed and did not want to lie down to rest, but took the princess by the hands and lowered her as best he could onto the downy bed; The beauty turned over under the princess's bed and fell into a deep cellar.
Ilya says to the princess’s maids:
Give me the golden key; I want to open deep cellars.
They don't give him the key. Ilya went to the door of the prison; he scattered with his hands the boards with which the doors were blocked; He pushed the iron doors with his foot - both halves fell off their hinges.
Ilya brought into the light of day from the cellar forty king-princes, forty kings-princes.
Go back to your kingdoms,” Ilya tells them, “pray to God for the old hero Ilya Muromets.” If I had not freed you, you would have laid down your violent heads here.
And Ilya cut the darling red maiden into pieces for her villainous deeds; scattered pieces of her white body across the field; gray wolves tore them to pieces, black crows pecked them.
Ilya returned to the stone and wrote on it:
“I took a different path - I’ve never been married!”
Ilya went to the third path, where he should be rich; Ilya travels for three hours, he has traveled three hundred miles; he sees a wonderful cross standing in front of him, cast in all colors.
The old man shook his head:
“It’s not for nothing that this cross was placed here; it stands over a deep cellar; there is a lot of gold, silver, and expensive stingray pearls stored in the cellar.”
Ilya took down the wonderful cross from the deep cellar, took out the buried treasures, countless, and built on them beautiful churches of God with the pure ringing of bells throughout the capital Kyiv. The heavenly power flew here for Ilya; The holy angels took him off the faithful burushka and carried him away to the Kyiv caves. The incorruptible heroic relics still rest in them, and the Orthodox people in all parts of Mother Rus' remember the great deeds of Ilya, sing glory to the old Cossack, and give honor.
Ilya rode across an open field, defending Rus' from enemies from his youth to old age. The good old horse was good, his Burushka-Kosmatushka. Burushka has a tail of three saplings, a mane up to the knees, and wool of three spans. He did not look for a ford, he did not wait for transportation, he jumped over the river with one bound. He saved old Ilya Muromets from death hundreds of times. It is not the fog that rises from the sea, it is not the white snow in the field that turns white, it is Ilya Muromets who is riding across the Russian steppe. His head and his curly beard turned white, his clear gaze became clouded: “Oh, you old age, you old old age!” You caught Ilya in an open field and swooped down like a black raven! Oh, youth, youthful youth! You flew away from me like a clear falcon!
Ilya drives up to three paths, at the intersection there is a stone, and on that stone it is written: “Whoever goes to the right will be killed, whoever goes to the left will become rich, and whoever goes straight will be married.” Ilya Muromets became thoughtful: “What do I, an old man, need wealth for?” I have no wife, no children, no one to wear a colored dress, no one to spend the treasury. Should I go, where should I be married? Why should I, an old man, marry? It’s not good for me to take a young woman, but to take an old woman and lie on the stove and slurp jelly. This old age is not for Ilya Muromets. I’ll go along the path where the dead man should be. I will die in an open field, like a glorious hero! And he drove along the road where the dead man should be. As soon as he had driven three miles, forty robbers attacked him.
They want to pull him off his horse, they want to rob him, kill him to death. And Ilya shakes his head and says: “Hey, you robber, you have nothing to kill me for and nothing to rob from me.” All I have is a marten coat worth five hundred rubles, a sable hat worth three hundred rubles, a bridle worth five hundred rubles, and a Cherkassy saddle worth two thousand. Well, another blanket of seven silks, embroidered with gold and large pearls. Yes, Burushka has a gemstone between her ears. On autumn nights it burns like the sun; three miles away it is light. Moreover, perhaps, there is a horse Burushka - so he has no price in the whole world. Is it worth cutting off an old man’s head for such a small thing?! The ataman of the robbers got angry: “He’s the one mocking us!” Oh, you old devil, gray wolf! You talk a lot! Hey guys, cut off his head!
Ilya jumped off Burushka-Kosmatushka, grabbed the hat from his gray head, and began waving his hat: where he waves, there will be a street, and where he waves, there will be a side street. In one swing, ten robbers are down, in the second, not even twenty in the world! The ataman of the robbers begged: “Don’t beat us all, old hero!” Take from us gold, silver, colored clothes, herds of horses, just leave us alive! Ilya Muromets grinned: “If I took the gold treasury from everyone, I would have full cellars.” If I took a colored dress, there would be high mountains behind me. If I took good horses, great herds would follow me. The robbers tell him: “One red sun in this world—there is only one such hero in Rus', Ilya Muromets!” You come to us, hero, as a comrade, you will be our ataman! - Oh, brother robbers, I will not go to be your comrade, and you too will go to your places, to your homes, to your wives, to your children, you will stand by the roads, shedding innocent blood.
Ilya turned his horse and galloped away. He returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, and wrote a new one: “I drove in the right lane - I wasn’t killed!” - Well, I’ll go now, where should a married man be! Ilya drove three miles and came out into a forest clearing. There are golden-domed towers, silver gates are wide open, and roosters are crowing on the gates. Ilya drove into a wide courtyard, twelve girls ran out to meet him, among them the beautiful princess. - Welcome, Russian hero, come into my high tower, drink sweet wine, eat bread and salt, roasted swan! The princess took him by the hand, led him into the mansion, and sat him down at the oak table. They brought Ilya sweet honey, overseas wine, fried swans, grainy rolls... She gave the hero something to drink and feed, and began to persuade him: “You are tired from the road, tired, lie down and rest on a plank bed, on a feather bed.” The princess took Ilya to the sleeping quarters, and Ilya walked and thought: “It’s not without reason that she’s kind to me: what’s better than the princess’s simple Cossack, old grandfather! It’s obvious she has something planned.”
Ilya sees that there is a chiseled gilded bed against the wall, painted with flowers, and he guesses that the bed is tricky. Ilya grabbed the princess and threw her onto the bed against the plank wall. The bed turned and a stone cellar opened up, and the princess fell into it. Ilya got angry: “Hey, you nameless servants, bring me the keys to the cellar, otherwise I’ll cut off your heads!” - Oh, unknown grandfather, we have never seen the keys, we will show you the passages to the cellars. They took Ilya into deep dungeons; Ilya found the cellar doors; they were covered with sand and littered with thick oak trees. Ilya dug up the sands with his hands, pushed the oak trees with his feet, and opened the cellar doors. And there sit forty kings-princes, forty tsars-princes and forty Russian heroes. That’s why the princess invited the golden-domed ones into her mansion! Ilya says to the kings and heroes: “You, kings, go to your lands, and you, heroes, to your places and remember Ilya of Muromets.” If it weren't for me, you would have laid your heads in a deep cellar.
Ilya pulled the queen's daughter out into the world by her braids and cut off her wicked head. And then Ilya returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: “I went straight - never married.” - Well, now I’ll go to the path where the rich man can be. As soon as he drove three miles, he saw a large stone of three hundred pounds. And on that stone it is written: “Whoever is able to roll a stone will be rich.” Ilya strained himself, rested his feet, went knee-deep into the ground, gave in with his mighty shoulder and rolled the stone out of place. A deep cellar opened under the stone - untold riches: silver, gold, large pearls, and yachts! Ilya Burushka loaded her with expensive treasury and took her to Kyiv-grad. There he built three stone churches so that there would be a place to escape from enemies and to sit out from the fire. He distributed the rest of the silver, gold, and pearls to widows, orphans, and did not leave a single half for himself. Then he sat down on Burushka, went to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new inscription: “I went to the left - I was never rich.” Here Ilya’s glory and honor went forever, and our story reached its end.
