The king and queen said goodbye
Prepared for the journey,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
He waits and waits from morning until night,
Looks into the field, indian eyes
They got sick looking
From white dawn until night;
I can't see my dear friend!
He just sees: a blizzard is swirling,
Snow is falling on the fields,
The whole white earth.
Nine months pass
She doesn't take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, right at night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Early in the morning the guest is welcome,
Day and night so long awaited,
From afar at last
The Tsar Father returned.
She looked at him,
She sighed heavily,
I couldn’t stand the admiration
And she died at mass.
For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But what to do? and he was a sinner;
The year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married someone else.
Tell the truth, young lady
There really was a queen:
Tall, slender, white,
And I took it with my mind and with everything;
But proud, brittle,
Willful and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror;
The mirror had the following properties:
It can speak well.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful,
I joked with him kindly
And, showing off, she said:
"My light, mirror! tell me
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?"
And the mirror answered her:
“You, of course, no doubt;
You, queen, are the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter."
And the queen laughs
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes,
And click your fingers,
And spin around, arms akimbo,
Looking proudly in the mirror.
But the princess is young,
Silently blooming,
Meanwhile, I grew, grew,
Rose and blossomed,
White-faced, black-browed,
The character of such a meek one.
And the groom was found for her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.
Getting ready for a bachelorette party
Here is the queen, dressing up
In front of your mirror,
I exchanged words with him:
All rosy and white?"
What's the answer to the mirror?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter."
As the queen jumps away,
Yes, as soon as he waves his hand,
Yes, it will slam on the mirror,
It'll stomp like a heel!..
"Oh, you vile glass!
You are lying to me to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I'll calm the stupidity in her.
Look how much she has grown!
And it’s no wonder that it’s white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me: how can she
Be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I am more beautiful than everyone else.
Go around our entire kingdom,
Even the whole world; I have no equal.
Is that so?" The mirror responds:
"But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is rosy and whiter."
Nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing the mirror under the bench,
She called Chernavka to her place
And punishes her
To his hay girl,
News to the princess in the depths of the forest
And, tying her up, alive
Leave it there under the pine tree
To be devoured by the wolves.
Can the devil deal with an angry woman?
There is no point in arguing. With the princess
Here Chernavka went into the forest
And brought me to such a distance,
What did the princess guess?
And I was scared to death,
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't ruin me, girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I'll spare you."
The one who loves her in my soul,
Didn't kill, didn't tie up,
She let go and said:
"Don't worry, God bless you."
And she came home.
“What?” the queen said to her, “
Where is the beautiful maiden?"
- There, in the forest, there is one, -
She answers her. -
Her elbows are tightly tied;
Will fall into the claws of the beast,
She will have to endure less
It will be easier to die.
And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king grieves for her.
Prince Elisha,
Having prayed earnestly to God,
Hitting the road
For a beautiful soul,
For the young bride.
But the bride is young,
Wandering in the forest until dawn,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the tower.
The dog meets her, barking,
He came running and fell silent, playing;
She entered the gate
There is silence in the courtyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing her,
And the princess, getting close,
Went up to the porch
And she took the ring;
The door opened quietly,
And the princess found herself
In the bright upper room; all around
Carpeted benches
Under the saints there is an oak table,
Stove with tiled stove bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
You know, she won’t be offended!
Meanwhile, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
I put everything away in order,
I lit a candle for God,
I lit the stove hot,
Climbed onto the floor
And she quietly lay down.
Lunch hour was approaching
There was a stomping sound in the yard:
Seven heroes enter
Seven ruddy barbels.
The elder said: “What a miracle!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone was cleaning the tower
Yes, he was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Make friends with us honestly.
If you are an old man,
You will be our uncle forever.
If you're a ruddy guy,
You will be called our brother.
If the old lady, be our mother,
So let's call it a name.
If the red maiden
Be our dear sister."
And the princess came down to them,
I gave honor to the owners,
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, she apologized,
Somehow I went to visit them,
Even though I wasn’t invited.
Instantly, by their speech, they recognized
That the princess was received;
Sat in a corner
They brought a pie;
The glass was poured full,
It was served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
I just broke the pie,
Yes, I took a bite,
And get some rest from the road
I asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the bright room
And left alone
Going to bed.
Day after day goes by, flashing,
And the princess is young
Everything is in the forest, she’s not bored
Seven heroes.
Before dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
They go out for a walk,
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse your right hand,
Sorochina rushes to the field,
Or head off broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar,
Or chased out of the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian.
And she is the hostess
In the meantime, alone
He will clean and cook.
She won't contradict them
They won't contradict her.
So days go by.
Brothers dear girl
Loved it. To her room
Once, as soon as it was dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Maiden,
You know: you are a sister to all of us,
All seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all like to take you,
Yes, you can’t, for God’s sake
Make peace between us somehow:
Be one's wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Are you refusing us?
Are the goods not for merchants?
"Oh, you guys are honest,
Brothers, you are my family, -
The princess tells them,
If I lie, may God command
I won't get out of this place alive.
What do i do? because I'm a bride.
For me you are all equal
All are daring, all are smart,
I love you all from the bottom of my heart;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha."
The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched their heads.
"Demand is not a sin. Forgive us, -
The elder said bowing, -
If so, I won’t mention it
That's about it." - "I'm not angry, -
She said quietly,
And my refusal is not my fault."
The suitors bowed to her,
Slowly they moved away
And everything agrees again
They began to live and get along.
Meanwhile, the queen is evil,
Remembering the princess
I couldn't forgive her
And on the mirror
I sulked and got angry for a long time;
Finally had enough of him
And she followed him, and sat down
In front of him, I forgot my anger,
Started to show off again
And with a smile she said:
"Hello, mirror! Tell me
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?"
And the mirror answered her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But he lives without any glory,
Among the green oak groves,
At the seven heroes
The one who is still dearer than you."
And the queen flew in
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Fool me? and in what!.."
She admitted everything:
Anyway. Evil queen
Threatening her with a slingshot
I put it down or not live,
Or destroy the princess.
Since the princess is young,
Waiting for my dear brothers,
She was spinning while sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard with a stick
Driving the dog away. "Wait,
Grandma, wait a little, -
She shouts to her through the window, -
I'll threaten the dog myself
And I’ll take something for you.”
The blueberry answers her:
"Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog prevailed
Almost ate it to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come out to me." - The princess wants
I went out to her and took the bread,
But I just left the porch,
The dog is at her feet and barks,
And he won’t let me see the old woman;
Only the old woman will go to her,
He is angrier than the forest beast,
For an old woman. "What kind of miracle?
Apparently he didn't sleep well, -
The princess tells her: -
Well, catch it!" - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread:
“Thank you,” she said.
God bless you;
Here's to you, catch him!"
And to the princess a liquid,
Young, golden,
The apple is flying straight...
The dog will jump and squeal...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom
Eat an apple, my light.
Give thanks for lunch."
The old lady said,
She bowed and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs into her face
He looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
It’s like a dog’s heart is aching,
As if he wants to tell her:
Give it up! - She caressed him,
Ruffles with a gentle hand;
“What, Sokolko, what’s wrong with you?
Lay down!” and she entered the room,
The door was quietly locked,
I sat down under the window and grabbed some yarn.
Wait for the owners, and looked
All for the apple. It
Full of ripe juice,
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy and golden
It’s like it’s filled with honey!
The seeds are visible right through...
She wanted to wait
Before lunch; couldn't stand it
I took the apple in my hands,
She brought it to her scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And she swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
I staggered without breathing,
White hands dropped,
I dropped the ruddy fruit,
Eyes rolled back
And she's like that
She fell head on the bench
And she became quiet, motionless...
The brothers went home at that time
They came back in a crowd
From a brave robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
Shows them the way. "Not good! -
The brothers said: - sadness
We won’t pass.” They galloped up,
They entered and gasped. Having run in,
Dog at apple headlong
He rushed barking, got angry,
Swallowed it, fell down
And died. Got drunk
It was poison, you know.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in grief
Everyone hung their heads
And with the holy prayer
They lifted me from the bench, dressed me,
They wanted to bury her
And they changed their minds. She,
Like under the wing of a dream,
She lay so quiet and fresh,
That she just couldn’t breathe.
We waited three days, but she
Didn't rise from sleep.
Having performed a sad ritual,
Here they are in the crystal coffin
Young princess corpse
They laid it down - and in a crowd
They carried me to an empty mountain,
And at midnight
Her coffin to six pillars
On cast iron chains there
Screwed down carefully
And they fenced it off with bars;
And, before the dead sister
Having made a bow to the ground,
The elder said: “Sleep in the coffin;
Suddenly went out, a victim of anger,
Your beauty is on earth;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
You were loved by us
And for the dear one we keep -
No one got it
Only one coffin."
On the same day the evil queen
Waiting for good news
Secretly I took a mirror
And she asked her question:
"Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?"
And I heard in response:
"You, queen, no doubt,
You are the cutest in the world,
All blush and whiter."
For his bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, he jumps around the world.
No way! He cries bitterly
And whoever he asks
His question is tricky for everyone;
Who laughs in his face,
Who would rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
Well done.
"Our sunshine! You walk
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring,
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Haven't you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her groom." - "You are my light, -
The red sun answered, -
I haven't seen the princess.
She is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
I met her somewhere
Or a trace of her was noticed."
Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
It's only been a month
He chased after him with a prayer.
"A month, a month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness,
Chubby, bright-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are looking at you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her groom." - "My brother,
The clear month answers, -
I have not seen the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my turn.
Without me, the princess, apparently,
I ran through." - "What a shame!" -
The prince answered.
The clear month continued:
"Wait; about her, perhaps,
The wind knows. He will help.
Now go to him
Don't be sad, goodbye."
Elisha, without losing heart,
He rushed to the wind, calling:
"Wind, wind! You are powerful,
You are chasing flocks of clouds,
You stir the blue sea
Everywhere you blow in the open air,
You're not afraid of anyone
Except God alone.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I'm her fiancé." - "Wait,"
The wild wind answers,
There behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
There is a deep hole in it;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking
On chains between pillars.
No trace of anyone to be seen
Around that empty space;
Your bride is in that coffin."
The wind ran away.
The prince began to cry
And he went to an empty place,
For a beautiful bride
Watch it again at least once.
Here he comes; and got up
The mountain in front of him is steep;
The country around her is empty;
There is a dark entrance under the mountain.
He's heading there quickly.
Before him, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking,
And in the crystal coffin
The princess sleeps in eternal sleep.
And about the coffin of the dear bride
He hit with all his might.
The coffin broke. Virgo suddenly
Alive. Looks around
With amazed eyes,
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
“How long have I been sleeping!”
And she rises from the grave...
Ah!.. and they both burst into tears.
He takes her in his hands
And brings light from darkness,
And, having a pleasant conversation,
They set off on their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!
At home idle at that time
The evil stepmother sat
In front of your mirror
And she talked to him.
Saying: “Am I the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?"
And I heard in response:
"You are beautiful, there are no words,
But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is redder and whiter."
The evil stepmother jumped up,
Breaking a mirror on the floor
I ran straight to the door
And I met the princess.
Then sadness took over her,
And the queen died.
They just buried her
The wedding was celebrated immediately,
And with his bride
Elisha got married;
And no one since the beginning of the world
I have never seen such a feast;
I was there, honey, drank beer,
Yes, he just wet his mustache.
The king and queen said goodbye
Prepared for the journey,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
He waits and waits from morning until night,
Looks into the field, indian eyes
Got sick looking
From white dawn until night.
I can't see my dear friend!
He just sees: a blizzard is swirling,
Snow is falling on the fields,
The whole white earth.
Nine months pass
She doesn't take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, right at night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Early in the morning the guest is welcome,
Day and night so long awaited,
From afar at last
The Tsar Father returned.
She looked at him,
She sighed heavily,
I couldn't stand the admiration
And she died at mass.
For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But what to do? and he was a sinner;
A year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married someone else.
Tell the truth, young lady
There really was a queen:
Tall, slender, white,
And I took it with my mind and with everything;
But proud, brittle,
Willful and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror;
The mirror had the following properties:
It can speak well.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful,
I joked with him kindly
And, showing off, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell,
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You, of course, no doubt;
You, queen, are the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
And the queen laughs
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes,
And click your fingers,
And spin around, arms akimbo,
Looking proudly in the mirror.
But the princess is young,
Silently blooming,
Meanwhile, I grew, grew,
Rose and blossomed,
White-faced, black-browed,
The character of such a meek one.
And the groom was found for her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.
Getting ready for a bachelorette party
Here is the queen, dressing up
In front of your mirror,
I exchanged words with him:
“Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
What's the answer to the mirror?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
As the queen jumps away,
Yes, as soon as he waves his hand,
Yes, it will slam on the mirror,
It'll stomp like a heel!..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to me to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I'll calm the stupidity in her.
Look how much she has grown!
And it’s no wonder that it’s white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me: how can she
Be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I am more beautiful than everyone else.
Go around our entire kingdom,
Even the whole world; I have no equal.
Is not it?" Mirror in response:
“But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is more rosy and white.”
Nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing the mirror under the bench,
She called Chernavka to her place
And punishes her
To his hay girl,
News to the princess in the depths of the forest
And, tying her up, alive
Leave it there under the pine tree
To be devoured by the wolves.
Can the devil deal with an angry woman?
There is no point in arguing. With the princess
Here Chernavka went into the forest
And brought me to such a distance,
What did the princess guess?
And I was scared to death
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't ruin me, girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I will spare you."
The one who loves her in my soul,
Didn't kill, didn't tie up,
She let go and said:
“Don’t worry, God be with you.”
And she came home.
"What? - the queen told her. -
Where is the beautiful maiden?” -
“There, in the forest, there is one, -
She answers her.-
Her elbows are tightly tied;
Will fall into the claws of the beast,
She will have to endure less
It will be easier to die.”
And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king grieves for her.
Prince Elisha,
Having prayed earnestly to God,
Hitting the road
For a beautiful soul,
For the young bride.
But the bride is young,
Wandering in the forest until dawn,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the tower.
A dog comes towards her, barking,
He came running and fell silent, playing.
She entered the gate
There is silence in the courtyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing her,
And the princess, getting close,
Went up to the porch
And she took the ring;
The door opened quietly,
And the princess found herself
In the bright upper room; all around
Carpeted benches
Under the saints there is an oak table,
Stove with tiled stove bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
You know, she won’t be offended! -
Meanwhile, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
I put everything away in order,
I lit a candle for God,
I lit the stove hot,
Climbed onto the floor
And she quietly lay down.
Lunch hour was approaching
There was a stomping sound in the yard:
Seven heroes enter
Seven ruddy barbels.
The elder said: “What a miracle!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone was cleaning the tower
Yes, he was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Make friends with us honestly.
If you are an old man,
You will be our uncle forever.
If you're a ruddy guy,
You will be called our brother.
If the old lady, be our mother,
So let's call it a name.
If the red maiden
Be our dear sister.”
And the princess came down to them,
I gave honor to the owners,
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, she apologized,
Somehow I went to visit them,
Even though I wasn’t invited.
Instantly they recognized me by their speech,
That the princess was received;
Sat in a corner
They brought a pie;
The glass was poured full,
It was served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
I just broke the pie
Yes, I took a bite
And get some rest from the road
I asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the bright room,
And left alone
Going to bed.
Day after day goes by, flashing,
And the princess is young
Everything is in the forest; she's not bored
Seven heroes.
Before dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
They go out for a walk,
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse your right hand,
Sorochina rushes to the field,
Or head off broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar,
Or chased out of the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian.
And she is the hostess
In the meantime, alone
He will clean and cook.
She won't contradict them
They won't contradict her.
So days go by.
Brothers dear girl
Loved it. To her room
Once, as soon as it was dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Maiden,
You know: you are a sister to all of us,
All seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all like to take you,
Yes, it’s impossible, for God’s sake,
Make peace between us somehow:
Be one's wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Are you refusing us?
Are the goods not for the merchants?”
“Oh, you guys are honest,
Brothers, you are my family, -
The princess tells them,
If I lie, may God command
I won't get out of this place alive.
What do i do? because I'm a bride.
For me you are all equal
All are daring, all are smart,
I love you all from the bottom of my heart;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha."
The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched their heads.
“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us, -
The elder said bowing. -
If so, I won’t mention it
About that.” - “I’m not angry,”
She said quietly,
And my refusal is not my fault.”
The suitors bowed to her,
Slowly they moved away
And everything agrees again
They began to live and get along.
Meanwhile, the queen is evil,
Remembering the princess
I couldn't forgive her
And on the mirror
She sulked and got angry for a long time:
Finally had enough of him
And she followed him, and sat down
In front of him, I forgot my anger,
Started to show off again
And with a smile she said:
“Hello, mirror! Tell,
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But he lives without any glory,
Among the green oak groves,
At the seven heroes
The one who is still dearer than you.”
And the queen flew in
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Fool me? and what!..”
She admitted everything:
Anyway. Evil queen
Threatening her with a slingshot
I put it down or not live,
Or destroy the princess.
Since the princess is young,
Waiting for my dear brothers,
She was spinning while sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard with a stick
Driving the dog away. “Wait.
Grandma, wait a little, -
She shouts to her through the window, -
I'll threaten the dog myself
And I’ll take something for you.”
The blueberry answers her:
“Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog prevailed
Almost ate it to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come out to me.” - The princess wants
Go out to her and take the bread,
But I just left the porch,
The dog is at her feet and barks
And he won’t let me see the old woman;
As soon as the old woman goes to her,
He is angrier than the forest beast,
For an old woman. What kind of miracle?
“Apparently he didn’t sleep well,”
The princess tells her. -
Well, catch it!” - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread;
“Thank you,” she said, “
God bless you;
Here’s to you, catch it!”
And to the princess a liquid,
Young, golden,
The apple is flying straight...
The dog will jump and squeal...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. “For the sake of boredom
Eat an apple, my light.
Thank you for lunch...” -
The old lady said,
She bowed and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs into her face
He looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
It’s like a dog’s heart is aching,
As if he wants to tell her:
Give it up! - She caressed him,
He trembles with a gentle hand:
“What, Sokolko, what’s wrong with you?
Lay down!” - and entered the room,
The door was quietly locked,
I sat down under the window and grabbed some yarn.
Wait for the owners, and looked
It's all about the apple. It
Full of ripe juice,
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy and golden
It’s like it’s filled with honey!
The seeds are visible right through...
She wanted to wait
Before lunch; couldn't stand it
I took the apple in my hands,
She brought it to her scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And she swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
I staggered without breathing,
White hands dropped,
I dropped the ruddy fruit,
Eyes rolled back
And she's like that
She fell head on the bench
And she became quiet, motionless...
The brothers went home at that time
They came back in a crowd
From a brave robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
Shows them the way. “Not good! -
The brothers said - sadness
We won’t pass.” They galloped up,
They entered and gasped. Having run in,
Dog at apple headlong
He rushed out barking and got angry
Swallowed it, fell down
And died. Got drunk
It was poison, you know.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in grief
Everyone hung their heads
And with the holy prayer
They lifted me from the bench, dressed me,
They wanted to bury her
And they changed their minds. She,
Like under the wing of a dream,
She lay so quiet and fresh,
That she just couldn’t breathe.
We waited three days, but she
Didn't rise from sleep.
Having performed a sad ritual,
Here they are in the crystal coffin
Young princess corpse
They laid it down - and in a crowd
They carried me to an empty mountain,
And at midnight
Her coffin at six pillars
On cast iron chains there
Screwed down carefully
And they fenced it off with bars;
And, before my dead sister
Having made a bow to the ground,
The elder said: “Sleep in the coffin;
Suddenly went out, a victim of anger,
Your beauty is on earth;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
You were loved by us
And for the dear one we keep -
No one got it
Only one coffin.”
On the same day the evil queen
Waiting for good news
Secretly I took a mirror
And she asked her question:
“Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You, queen, no doubt,
You are the cutest in the world,
All blush and whiter.”
For his bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, he jumps around the world.
No way! He cries bitterly
And whoever he asks
His question is tricky for everyone;
Who laughs in his eyes,
Who would rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
Well done guy addressed:
“Our sunshine! You walk
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring,
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Haven't you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” - “You are my light,”
The red sun answered, -
I haven't seen the princess.
To know, she is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
I met her somewhere
Or a trace of her was noticed.”
Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
It's only been a month
He chased after him with a prayer.
“A month, a month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness,
Chubby, bright-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are looking at you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” - “My brother,”
The clear month answers, -
I have not seen the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my turn.
Without me, the princess, apparently,
I ran.” - “How insulting!” -
The prince answered.
The clear month continued:
"Wait a minute; about her, perhaps
The wind knows. He will help.
Now go to him
Don’t be sad, goodbye.”
Elisha, without losing heart,
He rushed to the wind, calling:
“Wind, wind! You are powerful
You are chasing flocks of clouds,
You stir the blue sea
Everywhere you blow in the open air,
You're not afraid of anyone
Except God alone.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” - “Wait,”
The wild wind answers,
There behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
There is a deep hole in it;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking
On chains between pillars.
No trace of anyone to be seen
Around that empty space;
Your bride is in that coffin.”
The wind ran away.
The prince began to cry
And he went to an empty place,
For a beautiful bride
Watch it again at least once.
Here she comes and got up
The mountain in front of him is steep;
The country around her is empty;
There is a dark entrance under the mountain.
He's heading there quickly.
Before him, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking,
And in the crystal coffin
The princess sleeps in eternal sleep.
And about the coffin of the dear bride
He hit with all his might.
The coffin broke. Virgo suddenly
Alive. Looks around
With amazed eyes;
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
“How long have I been sleeping!”
And she rises from the grave...
Ah!.. and they both burst into tears.
He takes it in his hands
And brings light from darkness,
And, having a pleasant conversation,
They set off on their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!
At home idle at that time
The evil stepmother sat
In front of your mirror
And talked to him,
Saying: “Am I the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You are beautiful, there are no words,
But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is redder and whiter.”
The evil stepmother jumped up,
Breaking a mirror on the floor
I ran straight to the door
And I met the princess.
Then sadness took over her,
And the queen died.
They just buried her
The wedding was celebrated immediately,
And with his bride
Elisha got married;
And no one since the beginning of the world
I have never seen such a feast;
I was there, honey, drank beer,
Yes, he just wet his mustache.
The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights The king said goodbye to the queen, got ready for the journey, and the queen sat down at the window to wait for him alone. He waits and waits from morning until night, Looks into the field, and then his eyes hurt, looking from the white dawn until night; I can't see my dear friend! He just sees: a blizzard is blowing in, Snow is falling on the fields, The whole earth is white. Nine months pass, She doesn’t take her eyes off the field. On Christmas Eve, on the very night, God gives the queen a daughter. Early in the morning the welcome guest, long awaited day and night, finally returned from afar. She looked at him, sighed heavily, could not bear the admiration, and died at mass. For a long time the king was inconsolable, but what to do? and he was a sinner; A year passed like an empty dream, the Tsar married someone else. Tell the truth, young lady. She really was a queen: Tall, slender, white, and she took everything in her mind and in everything; But she is proud, fragile, self-willed and jealous. She was given one mirror as a dowry; The mirror had this property: It could speak. With him alone she was good-natured, cheerful, joked affably with him and, showing off, said: “My light, mirror! Tell me and report the whole truth: Am I the sweetest in the world, the most ruddy and whitest of all?” And the mirror answered her: “You, of course, no doubt; You, queen, are the sweetest of all, the most rosy and white of all.” And the queen laughs, and shrugs her shoulders, and winks her eyes, and clicks her fingers, and spins around, akimbo, looking proudly in the mirror. But the young princess, quietly blossoming, meanwhile grew and grew, rose and blossomed, white-faced, black-browed, with such a meek disposition. And a groom was found for her, Prince Elisha. The matchmaker has arrived, the king has given his word, and the dowry is ready: Seven trading cities and one hundred and forty towers. Getting ready for a bachelorette party, Here the queen, dressing up in front of her mirror, exchanged words with him: “Am I, tell me, the cutest of all, the most rosy and white of all?” What's the answer to the mirror? “You are beautiful, no doubt; But the princess is the sweetest of all, the most rosy and white of all.” How the queen will jump back, Yes, she will wave her hand, Yes, she will slap the mirror, and she will stomp her heel!.. “Oh, you vile glass! You're lying to me to spite me. How can she compete with me? I'll calm the stupidity in her. Look how much she has grown! And it’s no wonder that she’s white: The potbellied mother sat and just looked at the snow! But tell me: how can she be dearer to me in everything? Admit it: I am more beautiful than everyone else. Go around our entire kingdom, even the whole world; I have no equal. Is not it?" The mirror responds: “But the princess is still cuter, Still more rosy and whiter.” Nothing to do. She, full of black envy, threw the mirror under the bench, called Chernavka to her and punishes her, her hay girl, to take the princess into the wilderness of the forest and, tying her up, leave her alive under a pine tree to be devoured by the wolves. Can the devil deal with an angry woman? There is no point in arguing. With the princess, Chernavka went into the forest and brought her to such a distance that the princess guessed, and was scared to death, and prayed: “My life! What, tell me, am I guilty of? Don't ruin me, girl! And when I become a queen, I will favor you.” She, loving her in her soul, didn’t kill her, didn’t tie her up, let her go and said: “Don’t worry, God be with you.” And she came home. "What? - the queen said to her, “Where is the beautiful maiden?” “There, in the forest, she stands alone,” she answers her, “Her elbows are tightly tied; If she falls into the claws of the beast, she will have to endure less, it will be easier to die.” And the rumor began to ring: The Tsar’s daughter is missing! The poor king grieves for her. Prince Elisha, having prayed earnestly to God, sets off on the road for a beautiful soul, for a young bride. But the young bride, wandering in the forest until dawn, meanwhile walked and walked and came across a tower. The dog came running towards her, barking, and fell silent, playing; She entered the gate, There was silence in the courtyard. The dog runs after her, caressing her, and the princess, getting close, climbed onto the porch and took hold of the ring; The door opened quietly. And the princess found herself in a bright upper room; all around are benches covered with a carpet, under the saints there is an oak table, a stove with a tiled stove bench. The girl sees that good people live here; I know she won't be offended. Meanwhile, no one is visible. The princess walked around the house, put everything away in order, lit a candle for God, lit the stove hot, climbed onto the floor and quietly lay down. The hour of lunch was approaching, the stomping of the yard was heard: Seven heroes enter, Seven ruddy mustaches. The elder said: “What a miracle! Everything is so clean and beautiful. Someone was cleaning the mansion and waiting for the owners. Who? Come out and show yourself, make honest friends with us. If you are an old man, you will be our uncle forever. If you are a ruddy guy, you will be called Brother to us. If the old woman be our mother, then we will begin to dignify her. If you are a beautiful maiden, Be a dear sister to us.” And the princess came down to them, gave honor to the owners, bowed low to the waist; Blushing, she apologized that she had come to visit them, even though she had not been invited. Instantly they recognized from their speech that they were receiving the princess; They sat me down in a corner, brought me a pie, poured a glass full, and served it on a tray. She renounced green wine; I just broke the pie, bit a piece, and from the road to rest I asked to go to bed. They took the girl Up into the bright room and left her alone, going to bed. Day after day goes by, flashing by, And the young princess is still in the forest, she is not bored with the seven heroes. Before the dawn of the morning, the Brothers in a friendly crowd go out for a walk, to shoot gray ducks, to amuse the right hand, to hurry to the field, or to cut off the head from the broad shoulders of a Tatar, or to drive the Pyatigorsk Circassian out of the forest, and while she is the hostess in the mansion alone, she will tidy up and cook, She will not contradict them, They will not contradict her. So days go by. The brothers fell in love with the sweet girl. Once, as soon as it was dawn, all seven of them entered her room. The eldest said to her: “Maiden, you know: you are a sister to all of us, There are seven of us, we all love you, for ourselves We would all be glad to take you, But it’s impossible, so for God’s sake, reconcile us somehow: Be one’s wife, Be affectionate to others.” sister. Why are you shaking your head? Are you refusing us? Are the goods not for the merchants? “Oh, you, honest fellows, you are my dear brothers,” the princess says to them, “If I lie, may God command me not to leave this place alive. What do i do? because I'm a bride. For me, you are all equal, All are daring, all are smart, I love you all with all my heart; But I am forever given to another. Korolevich Elisha is dearer to me than all of them.” The brothers stood silently and scratched their heads. “Demand is not a sin. Forgive us, the Elder said, bowing, “If that’s the case, I won’t even mention it.” “I’m not angry,” she said quietly, “and my refusal is not my fault.” The suitors bowed to her, slowly left, and in agreement they all began to live and live again. Meanwhile, the evil queen, remembering the princess, could not forgive her, but in her mirror she sulked and was angry for a long time; Finally, she missed him and followed him, and, sitting down in front of him, forgot her anger, began to show off again, and said with a smile: “Hello, mirror! Tell me and report the whole truth: Am I the sweetest in the world, the most ruddy and whitest of all?” And the mirror answered her: “You are beautiful, no doubt; But she lives without any glory, Among the green oak groves, Among the seven heroes, She who is still dearer than you.” And the queen flew into Chernavka: “How dare you deceive me? and what!..” She admitted everything: So and so. The evil queen, threatening her with a slingshot, decided to either not live, or destroy the princess. Once the young princess, waiting for her dear brothers, was spinning, sitting under the window. Suddenly the Dog barked angrily under the porch, and the girl saw: a poor blueberry walking around the yard, using her stick to drive the dog away. “Wait, Grandmother, wait a little,” she shouts to her through the window, “I’ll threaten the dog myself and take something away for you.” The blueberry answers her: “Oh, you little girl! The damned dog overpowered, almost ate to death. Look how busy he is! Come out to me.” - The princess wants to come out to her and took the bread, But she just stepped off the porch, The dog barked at her feet, And didn’t let her go to the old woman; As soon as the old woman goes to her, He, the forest animal, is angry at the old woman. “What kind of miracle? Apparently he didn’t sleep well, - the princess tells her, “Come on, catch it!” - and the bread flies. The old woman caught the bread; “Thank you,” she said. - God bless you; Here’s to you, catch him!” And a liquid, young, golden apple flies straight to the princess... The dog jumps and squeals... But the princess grabs it in both hands and catches it. “For the sake of boredom, Eat an apple, my light. “Thank you for dinner,” the old woman said, bowed and disappeared... And the Dog runs from the princess onto the porch and looks into her face with pity, howls menacingly, As if the dog’s heart aches, As if he wants to tell her: Stop it! - She caresses him, Ruffles him with a gentle hand; “What, Sokolko, what’s wrong with you? Lay down! - and she entered the room, quietly locked the door, sat under the window behind the yarn to wait for the owners, and kept looking at the apple. It is full of ripe juice, so fresh and so fragrant, so ruddy-golden, as if filled with honey! The seeds are visible right through... She wanted to wait until lunch, she couldn’t bear it, she took the apple in her hands, brought it to her scarlet lips, bit it slowly and swallowed a piece... Suddenly she, my soul, staggered without breathing, dropped her white hands, dropped the ruddy fruit, rolled her eyes, And she fell under the icon with her head on the bench and became quiet, motionless... The brothers at that time were returning home in a crowd from the valiant robbery. The Dog runs towards them, howling menacingly, and shows them the way to the courtyard. “Not good! The brothers said, “We will not escape sorrow.” They galloped up, entered, gasped. Running in, the Dog rushed headlong at the apple, barking, got angry, swallowed it, fell over, and died. Drinking It was poison, you know it. Before the dead princess, the brothers, in spiritual grief, all bowed their heads, and with the prayer of the saint, they lifted her from the bench, dressed her, they wanted to bury her, and changed their minds. She, as if under the wing of sleep, lay so quiet and fresh that she just couldn’t breathe. They waited for three days, but she did not rise from sleep. Having performed a sad ritual, So they laid the corpse of the young princess in a crystal coffin - and the crowd carried it to an empty mountain, And at midnight, Her coffin was placed on six pillars on cast-iron chains, Carefully screwed there, And fenced off with a lattice; And, before the dead sister, making a bow to the ground, the Elder said: “Sleep in the coffin. Suddenly extinguished, a victim of malice, Your beauty on earth; Heaven will receive your spirit. You were loved by us and kept for our dear ones - You didn’t go to anyone, Only to the coffin alone.” On the same day, the evil queen, expecting good news, secretly took a mirror and asked her question: “Am I, tell me, the cutest of all, the most rosy and white of all?” And she heard in response: “You, queen, there is no doubt, you are the cutest in the world, the most ruddy and whitest of all.” Meanwhile, Prince Elisha is galloping around the world for his bride. No way! He weeps bitterly, And whoever he asks, His question is tricky to everyone; Who laughs in his face, Who would rather turn away; The young man has finally turned to the red sun. “Our sunshine! You walk all year round across the sky, bringing Winter and warm spring together, You see us all below you. Al will you refuse me an answer? Have you seen a young princess where in the world? I am her groom." “You are my light,” the sun answered redly, “I have not seen the princess. To know, she is no longer alive. Did a month, my neighbor, meet her somewhere or notice her trace.” Elisha waited for the dark night in his anguish. As soon as the month appeared, He chased after it with prayer. “A month, a month, my friend, Gilded horn! You rise in deep darkness, round-faced, bright-eyed, and, loving your custom, the stars look at you. Al will you refuse me an answer? Have you seen a young princess anywhere in the world? I am her groom." “My brother,” answers the clear moon, “I have not seen the red maiden. I stand on guard Only in my turn. The princess apparently ran away without me.” - “How insulting!” - The prince answered. The clear month continued: “Wait; Perhaps the Wind knows about it. He will help. Go to him now, don’t be sad, goodbye.” Elisha, not despondent, rushed to the wind, calling: “Wind, wind! You are powerful, You drive flocks of clouds, You disturb the blue sea, You blow everywhere in the open air. You are not afraid of anyone except God alone. Al will you refuse me an answer? Have you seen a young princess anywhere in the world? I am her fiancé." - “Wait,” the violent wind answers, “There is a high mountain behind the quiet river, There is a deep hole in it; In that hole, in the sad darkness, a crystal coffin swings on chains between the pillars. There are no traces of anyone around that empty place, In that coffin is your bride.” The wind ran away. The prince burst into tears and went to the empty place to look at the beautiful bride just once more. Here he comes; and a steep mountain rose before him; The country around her is empty; There is a dark entrance under the mountain. He's heading there quickly. Before him, in the sad darkness, a crystal coffin sways, and in that crystal coffin the princess sleeps in eternal sleep. And He hit the coffin of the dear bride with all his might. The coffin broke. The Virgin suddenly came to life. She looks around with amazed eyes, And, swinging over the chains, Sighing, she said: “How long have I slept!” And she rises from the coffin... Ah! .. and they both burst into tears. He takes her in his hands and carries her into the light from the darkness, And, having a pleasant conversation, they set off on their way back, And the rumor already trumpets: The Tsar’s daughter is alive! At home at that time, idle, the evil stepmother sat in front of her mirror and talked to him, saying: “Am I the sweetest of all, the most rosy and white of all?” And she heard in response: “You are beautiful, there is no word for it, But the princess is still prettier, More and more rosy and whiter.” The evil stepmother jumped up, broke the mirror on the floor, ran straight through the door and met the princess. Then melancholy took her, and the queen died. As soon as she was buried, the wedding was immediately celebrated, and Elisha was married to his bride; And no one since the beginning of the world has seen such a feast; I was there, drinking honey, drinking beer, and just wet my mustache. 1833Why women crave worship.
I’m reading a post in support of body positivity, and it says that every woman is a goddess. An innocent word? But no. Instead of shaking the sexist-oriented Olympus, the author simply expands the list of VIPs to size 74. I’ve been getting closer to this for a long time, and here’s such a great opportunity. Today I will talk about why we crave worship and what is hidden in the divine.
“A slave does not dream of freedom, he dreams of his slaves.”
Cicero
About two years ago, a post from Cosmo “Goodbye, Natasha!” was circulating online. It described the difference between Russian women and European women - the inability to build a partnership with a man. This is true. Was it in vain that we were kept on a chain for centuries for maintenance and reproduction, strangled first by religion and then by ideology? We have a slave system of thinking, we are surrounded by a world that consists of masters and slaves. Therefore, the Russian woman, overwhelmed by everyday life and delirious with gloss, sees only one alternative to slavery - domination.
Women are like women
The goddess is an object of desire and worship. This is all “carried in their arms, thrown with flowers, loved and admired.” Not because, say, you came up with a cure for cancer, but either out of adoration, or out of fear of losing. Try telling the woman that this is not normal. Once, on one of the forums, I raised the provocative topic of paying in a cafe on dates. I asked women why on earth men should pay for them. Women wrote to me that Men should pay for them because they are Women, and if I raise this issue, it means they don’t pay for me. And they don’t pay because I don’t have Men. And I don’t have men because I’m scary and no one wants me. This is how the slave system of thinking works: there is never equality, and in order to rise, you need to devalue others.
Harsh Russian bodysuit
The aura of gender equality covered Russia, but did not penetrate deeply. Our tormented souls desire retribution for the years of slavery and honors for the pussy. And if body positivity comes down to us from the bourgeoisie, then after we filter it through our thinking, it changes its pole. Instead of accepting our characteristics and not giving a damn, we shout that we are no longer dirt, but princes. The harsh Russian radfem also lives according to this pattern: an aggressive closed environment that, instead of a chain, craves a crown. In these settings, you can perform any Russian play - and one slave will always shit on the head of another.
The Downside of Domination
I return to the question of the abnormality of the divine. It would seem that there is a logical error here: super-value cannot be inferior. Maybe if its value rests on the shoulders of slaves. Remember Saltykov-Shchedrin’s story about how a man fed two generals:
“And suddenly the general, who was a calligraphy teacher, was struck by inspiration...
“What, Your Excellency,” he said joyfully, “if we could find a man?”
- That is, how about... a man?
- Well, yes, a simple man... what men usually are! He would now serve us some buns, and catch hazel grouse, and fish!
- Hm... a man... but where can I get him, this man, when he’s not there?
- Just as there is no man, there is a man everywhere, you just have to look for him! He's probably hidden somewhere, shirking work!
This thought encouraged the generals so much that they jumped up as if disheveled and set off to look for the man.”
General cleaning
It's not easy to get servility out of your head. Society actively pushes both men and women to occupy a dominant position, not to be confused with a leadership position. If we look at the ruling elite and celebrities, we see more nepotism and inheritance than merit and talent. Leadership requires extraordinary ability, and dominance requires being in the right place at the right time or being born into the right family. People follow the leader voluntarily, and slaves follow the master with a pot of gold. Chekhov wrote to his friend Suvorin:
“What noble writers took from nature for nothing, commoners buy at the cost of youth. Write a story about how a young man, the son of a serf, a former shopkeeper, choirboy, high school student and student, brought up on honoring rank, kissing priests' hands, worshiping other people's thoughts, thanked for every piece of bread, was flogged many times, went to class without galoshes , who fought, tormented animals, loved to dine with rich relatives, was a hypocrite to both God and people without any need, only out of consciousness of his insignificance - write how this young man squeezes a slave out of himself drop by drop and how he, waking up one fine morning, feels that it is no longer slave blood that flows in his veins, but real human blood..."
How to stop thinking servilely? Just understand that you do not have any exclusive rights. In terms of body positivity, it looks like this: my body is not a divine vessel, it is just one of many such different bodies, and that’s great! Who to be if being a goddess is not an option? Perhaps this is a topic for a separate post.
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