King Guidon and the Swan. The tale of Tsar Saltan, his glorious and mighty son Gvidon Saltanovich and the beautiful Swan Princess

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 called himself: 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;
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 going now?"
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Black and brown foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom glorious Saltan…"
The prince then said to them:
"Bon voyage 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 as quiet as a stormy day?
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 shrank 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 the gap.

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: “As long as 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.
“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,
The 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
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
"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 as quiet as a stormy day?
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 trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he gnaws 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,
Don't be sad; 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,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
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, the 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 a clerk at that

Three girls under the window

We spun late in the evening.

“If only I were a queen,”

One girl says,

Then 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 quietly creaked,

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,

We 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 spread his claws,

The bloody bite has perked 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, prince, are 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 domes sparkle

And holy monasteries.

He will quickly wake up 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

Silver foxes;

And now our time has come,

We're going straight east

Past Buyan Island,

To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."

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 shrank 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 across the sea, or is it bad?

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: “As long as 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.

“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

She froze and winced.

Servants, in-law and sister

They catch a mosquito with a scream.

“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!

Are you sad about what?” -

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 -

The 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,

Don't be sad; 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,

The emerald takes out,

And he collects the shells,

Places equal piles

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, the swan - God forbid,

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 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 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 across the sea?

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!

The 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 the 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 into piles

Rakes in emeralds;

This won't surprise us

Is it true or not?

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,

Yes, 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 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 and melancholy eats me up -

I would like something wonderful

Transfer me to my destiny.”

“What a miracle is this?”

Somewhere it will swell violently

Okiyan will raise a howl,

It rushes onto the empty shore,

Splashes 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 young,

Daring giants

Everyone is equal, as if by selection,

Uncle Chernomor is with them.

The swan answers the prince:

“What, prince, confuses you?

Don't worry, my soul,

I know this miracle.

These knights of the sea

After all, my brothers are all my own.

Don't be sad, go

Wait for your brothers to visit."

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 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 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 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, 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 is asking...

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 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 -

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 splash 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 word is going around 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,

Swims out like a peahen;

And as the speech says,

It's like a river babbling.

It is fair to say,

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, spins -

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 and melancholy eats me up:

People get married; I see

I’m the only one who’s unmarried.”

Who do you have in mind?

Do 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.

Just, come on, is this true?”

The prince waits with fear 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

Started up, shook myself 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 your 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 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 for a reason

Unspecified product;

But the road lies far ahead for us:

Head back to the east,

Past Buyan Island,

To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."

The prince then said to them:

"Good journey to you, gentlemen,

By sea along Okiyan

To the glorious I give to 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 across the sea, or is it bad?

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;

The tame squirrel lives in it,

Yes, what a miracle worker!

Squirrel sings songs

Yes, he gnaws all the 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 splash 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, barely trembles,

And in the azure distance

Ships appeared:

Along the Okiyan plains

Tsar Saltan's fleet is on its way.

Prince Guidon then jumped up,

He cried loudly:

“My dear mother!

You, young princess!

Look there:

Father is coming here."

The fleet is already approaching the island.

Prince Guidon blows the trumpet:

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 broad 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 do 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 -

Three girls under the window
We spun late in the evening.

“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then 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 quietly creaked,
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 shove 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:
“Are you, my wave, a 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 spread his claws,
The bloody bite has intensified...
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,

Everyone famous work A.S. Pushkin in full reading has a rather long name. “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” - only the first four words. It is believed that such an extensive title imitated the names of popular popular popular prints. And the plot of “Fairy Tales...” itself is a fairly free adaptation of Russian folk tales, recorded by Afanasyev. Also, some researchers of the poet’s work point to a fairly wide prevalence - for example, in both Chaucer and Carlo Gozzi- the plot that Pushkin used.

Prince Guidon

This character in the work is one of the main ones. Having come a long way to recognition by his own father, from the poverty of an exile to wealth and greatness, he uses, as is customary in many fairy tales, the power of magic. The personification of this force is the Swan Princess, who finds herself in the role of a sorceress saved by the prince. And she pays Guidon in good money, endowing him with magical qualities, becoming his patroness.

Who did Prince Guidon turn into for the first time?

Thanks to the Swan Princess, a poor exiled youth becomes a prince with a magnificent court and untold wealth. Who did Prince Guidon turn into with the help of the good sorceress in order to see his father for the first time? The image of a mosquito was chosen, a rather tiny insect capable of sneaking unnoticed first onto the ship, and then into the royal chambers of Saltan. Having collected necessary information and having seen his father, Guidon, in the form of a mosquito, stings his aunt-cook, and flies away. A magical princess is waiting for him at home, ready to fulfill requests for wonders of the world.

Fly

Who did Prince Guidon turn into again in order to fly to the kingdom of Saltan? The composition of the insect is chosen in increasing order. A fly is larger than a mosquito, but it can also hide in a crack on a ship and calmly swim to the right place. This time, after listening to the merchants' speeches, Guidon the fly bites his aunt the weaver and also returns home safely.

Bumblebee

Who did Prince Guidon turn into for the third time in the fairy tale written by Pushkin? The insect chosen is quite large in size - a bumblebee. After listening to grandmother Babarikha’s story about the Swan Princess, he bites her nose, as the poet writes, “pitying grandmother’s eyes,” and again flies off to his island. So intricate magical transformations in the fairy tale happen to Guidon, and as a result of all these transformations and espionage - marriage to the Swan Princess and reunion with his own father!