In the light Well that's what a miracle:
The island lies on the sea,
Grad on the island worth,
C zlatohlavыmy churches,
With Terem and gardens;
Spruce growing before the palace,
And under her crystal house:
Squirrel hand lives in it,
Yes Chudesnitsa what!
Squirrel song sings
Yes all nuts chewing on;
And nuts are not simple,
A gold shell.
Kernel - pure emerald;
protein groom, cherish.
There's still another miracle:
Bulges turbulent sea,
boils, will raise howl,
Rush ashore empty,
Rasplesnetsya soon run,
And found himself on the banks,
In scales, as the heat of grief,
Thirty-three knights,
All handsome daring,
giants young,
Everyone is equal, how selection -
They djadka Chernomordik.
And that the guards are no reliable,
No hrabree, our prilezhney.
But the prince has little wife,
That you can not take the eye:
During the day the light of day overshadows,
At night, the ground covers;
Month by oblique shines,
A star burns on her forehead.
Prince Guidon reigns that city,
Everyone praises his hard;
He sent you a bow,
If you were on Pena:
For us to de promised to visit,
A hitherto not met ".
At this point the king could not resist,
Equip he commanded the fleet.
A weaver with a cook,
With Swat Baba Babarikha
They do not want to let the king
Wonderful island visit.
But they did not heed Sultan
And just their rebuked:
"What am I? a king or a child? –
He says he's not joking. –
Well now food!"- Here he stamped,
I went out and slammed the door.
Under the window sits Guidon,
Silently staring at the sea:
It does not make noise, not gushing,
Only barely trembles.
And if lazorevoy
seemed ships:
In plain Okiyana
Rides Tsar Saltan fleet.
Prince Guidon then jumped,
cried aloud:
"My mother, my dear!
You, Princess young!
See you there:
Father goes here ".
Fleet to the island too fits.
Prince Guidon pipe leads:
The king standing on the deck
And the pipe looking at them;
With him weaver to cook,
With Swat Baba Babarikha;
surprised ONET
unknown side.
Together guns lit;
In the bell ringing;
To the sea is very Guidon;
There he meets the king
With a cook and a weaver,
With Swat Baba Babarikha;
In the city he took the king,
Saying nothing.
All are now going in the Chamber:
At the gates of armor shine,
And standing in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three knights,
All the handsome young,
giants daring,
Everyone is equal, how selection,
They djadka Chernomordik.
The king stepped into the yard wide:
There's a high elkoyu
Squirrel song sings,
Gold nut nibbles,
Izumrudets takes
And in the bag drops;
And planted a big yard
Gold skorlupoy.
Guests dala - quickly
Look - well? Princess - a miracle:
By slanting moon shines,
A star burns on her forehead:
But she had something majestic,
acts, if peahen,
And her mother in law is.
The king looks - and learns ...
It leapt zealous!
"What I see? what?
How!"- and the spirit of it engaged in ...
The king burst into tears,
He embraces the queen,
And son, and molodicu,
And all sit at the table;
And merry feast went.
A weaver with a cook,
With Swat Baba Babarikha
Scattered in the corners;
Their difficulty there I send.
Here around they admitted,
duty, burst into tears;
King for a joy
Let all three home.
The day passed - Tsar Saltan
We put to bed vpolpyana.
I was there; copper, I drank beer -
And the mustache just dip.
GOOD BOOK