Swan swims around,
Evil vulture pecks,
The death of a close hurry,
Wing beats and drowns in the sea -
And then the prince
Rumor Russian language:
"You are the prince, my savior,
My mighty deliverer,
Do not sue, that for me
There will not be you three days,
What an arrow disappeared into the sea;
It is a sorrow - not all mountain.
You pay off well,
Concelebrated you later:
You do not in fact delivered a swan,
Maid left alive;
You do not kill a vulture,
Sorcerer podstrelil.
Vvek you I will not forget:
You'll find me everywhere,
And now you turn again,
Do not grieve, and lie down to sleep ".
Flew swan bird,
A prince and queen,
The whole day spent so,
We decided to lie down on an empty stomach.
That's opened the eyes of the prince;
Shake dreams night
And marveling, in front of
He sees the big city,
Walls with frequent teeth,
And for white walls
Shine domes of churches
And the holy monasteries.
He soon awakens the queen;
That both gasp!... "That is to be? –
he says, - I see:
Swan pampered my ".
Mother and son are going to the city.
Lis stepped to the railing,
deafening peal
He rose from all sides:
These people meet the fells,
church choir praises God;
The rattletrap gold
Lush courtyard welcomes them;
All of them loudly styled,
And the prince crowned
Princely hat, and the head
Shout of a;
And among their capital,
With the permission of the queen,
On the same day he began to reign
And nareksya: Prince Guidon.
Wind is walking on the sea
And boat Wings;
He runs his waves
On the swollen sails.
Korabelschyky dyvyatsya,
Crowd on the boat,
On the familiar island
The miracle of seeing reality:
New gold-domed City,
Pier with a strong outpost -
Guns with lighted piers,
Ship told to stick.
Pristaût to flag guests
Prince Guidon is calling them to visit,
Their feed and water it
And the answer to keep the bids:
"What do you, guests, bargaining lead
And where is now sailing?»
Mariners in response:
"We toured the whole world,
They traded sable,
Chornoburыmy lysamy;
And now we came out deadline,
We're going straight east,
Past the island of Buyan,
In the realm of glorious Saltan ... "
The prince then he uttered:
"Good luck to you, gentlemen,
By sea on Okiyanu
By the glorious king Saltan;
From my bow to him ".
Guests on a journey, and Prince Guidon
From coast soul sad
Accompanies jogging their further;
Look - over flowing water
White swan floats.
"Hello, Prince you my beautiful!
What are you silent, as a rainy day?
what grieved?» –
She tells him.
Prince sadly replies:
"Sadness, sadness eats me,
defeated fellow:
I would like to see his father ".
The swan Prince: "That's the mountain!
Well listen: You want to go to sea
Fly over the ship?
whether the, prince, You mosquito ".
And wings flapped,
Water noise raspleskala
And sprinkled it
From head to toe all.
Then he dropped to the point,
Komárom turned around,
I squeaked and flew,
Sea ship caught,
slowly down
The ship - and the gap is clogged.
Wind cheerfully noisy,
Vessel fun runs
Past the island of Buyan,
K empire famous Saltana,
And the desired country
Here it is visible from a distance.
Here came ashore guests;
Tsar Saltan is calling them to visit,
And behind them at the palace
Flew our heart of oak.
sees: beaming in Zlate,
Tsar Saltan sits in the House
On the throne and the crown
With a sad Duma on his face;
A weaver with a cook,
With Swat Baba Babarikha
Near the king sitting
And he was looking into the eyes.
Tsar Saltan reviews planting
At his desk and asks:
"Oh you, hosted-gentleman,
L went long? where?
Okay eh overseas il bad?
And what in the light of a miracle?»
Mariners in response:
"We toured the whole world;
Overseas habitation is not bad,
In the light Well that's what a miracle:
At sea, the island was cool,
not rubbing, not living;
It lay empty plain;
Oak grew up on it a single;
Now standing on it
New city with palace,
C zlatohlavыmy churches,
With Terem and gardens,
And sitting in it, Prince Guidon;
He sent you a bow ".
Tsar Saltan marvels miracle;
rumor he: «If I was alive,
Wonderful island'll visit,
In Hvydona pohoschu ".
A weaver with a cook,
With Swat Baba Babarikha
They do not want him to put
Wonderful island visit.
"Oh, fancy, well right, –
Another crafty wink,
cook says, –
City by the Sea stands!
Know, Here it is not a trifle:
Spruce forest, under spruce protein,
Squirrel song sings
And nuts are all gnawing,
And nuts are not simple,
All shells gold,
Kernel - pure emerald;
That's a miracle something called ".
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito dug just
Auntie right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale,
She died and blamed.
Servants, matchmaker and sister
They catch a mosquito with a cry.
"Rasproklyataya you midge!
we love you!... "And he was in the window
Yes quietly in his inheritance
He flew across the sea.
GOOD BOOK