The fairy tale begins to tell

Behind the mountains, behind the forests,
Across the wide seas
Against the sky - on the ground
An old man lived in a village.
The old lady has three sons:
The eldest was a smart kid,
Middle son this way and that,
The younger one was completely stupid.
The brothers sowed wheat
Yes, they took us to the capital city:
You know, that was the capital
Not far from the village.
They sold wheat there
Money was accepted by account
And with a full bag
We were returning home.

In a long time al soon
Misfortune befell them:
Someone started walking in the field
And stir the wheat.
Men are so sad
Haven't seen them since birth;
They began to think and guess -
How to spy a thief;
Finally they realized
To stand on guard,
Save the bread at night,
To waylay the evil thief.

Just as it was getting dark,
The elder brother began to get ready,
Took out a pitchfork and an ax
And he went on patrol.
A stormy night has arrived;
Fear came over him
And out of fear our man
Buried under the hay.
The night passes, the day comes;
The sentinel leaves the hay
And, pouring water on myself,
He started knocking on the door:
“Hey you sleepy grouse!
Unlock the door for your brother
I got wet in the rain
From head to toe."
The brothers opened the doors
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see anything?
The guard prayed
Bowed to the right, to the left
And, clearing his throat, he said:
“I didn’t sleep the whole night;
Unfortunately for me,
There was terrible bad weather:
The rain poured down like this,
I wet my shirt all over.
It was so boring!..
However, everything is fine."
His father praised him:
“You, Danilo, are great!
You are, so to speak, approximately,
Served me well,
That is, being with everything,
I didn’t lose face.”

It began to get dark again,
The middle brother went to get ready;
I took a pitchfork and an ax
And he went on patrol.
The cold night has come,
Trembling attacked the little one,
The teeth began to dance;
He started to run -
And I walked around all night
Under the neighbor's fence.
It was terrible for the young man!
But it's morning. He goes to the porch:
“Hey you, sleepyheads! Why are you sleeping?
Unlock the door for your brother;
There was a terrible frost at night -
I'm frozen to my stomach."
The brothers opened the doors
The guard was let in
They began to ask him:
Didn't he see anything?
The guard prayed
Bowed to the right, to the left
And through clenched teeth he answered:
“I didn’t sleep all night,
Yes to my unfortunate fate
The cold was terrible at night,
It reached my heart;
I rode all night;
It was too awkward...
However, everything is fine."
And his father said to him:
“You, Gavrilo, are great!”

It began to get dark for the third time,
The younger one needs to get ready;
He doesn't even move,
Sings on the stove in the corner
With all your stupid urine:
“You are beautiful eyes!”
Brothers, blame him,
They began to drive into the field,
But no matter how long they shouted,
They just lost their voice;
He's not moving. Finally
His father approached him
He tells him: “Listen,
Run on patrol, Vanyusha;
I'll buy you some splints
I’ll give you peas and beans.”
Here Ivan gets off the stove,
Malachai puts on his
He puts bread in his bosom,
The guard is on duty.

The night has come; the month rises;
Ivan goes around the whole field,
Looking around
And sits down under a bush;
Counts the stars in the sky
Yes, he eats the edge.
Suddenly, about midnight, the horse neighed...
Our guard stood up,
Looked under the mitten
And I saw a mare.
That mare was
All white, like winter snow,
Mane to the ground, golden,
The rings are curled in chalk.
“Ehe-he! so this is what it is
Our thief!.. But wait,
I don't know how to joke,
I’ll sit on your neck at once.
Look, what locusts!”
And, for a moment,
runs up to the mare,
Grabs the wavy tail
And he jumped onto her ridge -
Only backwards.
Young mare
With wildly sparkling eyes,
The snake twisted its head
And it took off like an arrow.
Hovering around the fields,
Hangs like a sheet above the ditches,
Leaping through the mountains,
Walks on end through the forests,
Wants by force or deception,
Just to cope with Ivan;
But Ivan himself is not simple -
Holds the tail tightly.

Finally she got tired.
“Well, Ivan,” she told him, “
If you knew how to sit,
So you can own me.
Give me a place to rest
Yes, look after me
How much do you understand? Yes look:
Three morning dawns
Set me free
Take a walk through an open field.
At the end of three days
I will give you two horses -
Yes, the same as today
There was no trace of it;
And I’ll also give birth to a horse
Only three inches tall,
On the back with two humps
Yes, with ears like ears."
Sell ​​two horses if you like,
But don't give up your skate
Not by the belt, not by the hat,
Not for a black woman, hear me.
On the ground and underground
He will be your comrade:
He will warm you in winter,
In summer it will be cold;
In times of famine he will treat you with bread,
When you're thirsty, you'll drink honey.
I'll go out into the field again
Try your strength in freedom.”

“Okay,” thinks Ivan
And to the shepherd's booth
Drives the mare
The door is closed by matting,
And as soon as it was dawn,
Goes to the village
Singing a song loudly
“The good guy went to Presnya.”

Here he comes up to the porch,
Here he grabs the ring,
With all the strength there is knocking on the door,
The roof is almost falling down,
And shouts to the whole market,
It was like there was a fire.
The brothers jumped from the benches,
Stuttering, they cried out:
“Who knocks so hard like that?” -
“It’s me, Ivan the Fool!”
The brothers opened the doors
They let a fool into the hut
And let's scold him, -
How dare he scare them like that!
And Ivan is ours, without taking off
Neither bast shoes, nor malakhai,
Goes to the oven
And he talks from there
About the night adventure,
To everyone's ears:
“I didn’t sleep all night,
I counted the stars in the sky;
The month, exactly, was also shining, -
I didn't notice much.
Suddenly the devil himself comes,
With a beard and mustache;
The face looks like a cat's
And those eyes are like little bowls!
So that devil began to jump
And knock down the grain with your tail.
I don't know how to joke -
And jumped on his neck.
He was already dragging, dragging,
Almost broke my head.
But I myself am not a mistake,
Listen, he held him like he was in a jam.
My cunning man fought and fought
And finally he begged:
“Don’t destroy me from the world!
A whole year for you for this
I promise to live peacefully
Don’t bother the Orthodox.”
Listen, I didn’t measure the words,
Yes, I believed the little devil.”
Here the narrator fell silent,
He yawned and dozed off.
Brothers, no matter how angry they were,
They couldn’t - they started laughing,
Grabbing your sides,
Over the fool's story.
The old man himself could not restrain himself,
So as not to laugh until you cry,
At least laugh - that's how it is
It's a sin for old people.

Is there too much time or not enough?
Since this night it has flown, -
I don't care about that
I haven't heard from anyone.
Well, what does it matter to us,
Whether a year or two has flown by, -
After all, you can’t run after them...
Let's continue the fairy tale.
Well, sir, so that's it! Raz Danilo
(On a holiday, I remember it was),
Stretched and drunk,
Dragged into a booth.
What does he see? - Beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Yes, a toy skate
Only three inches tall,
On the back with two humps
Yes, with arshin ears.
"Hm! now I know
Why did the fool sleep here!” -
Danilo says to himself...
The miracle knocked down the hops at once;
Here Danilo is running into the house
And Gavrile says:
“Look how beautiful
Two golden-maned horses
Our fool got himself:
You haven’t even heard of it.”
And Danilo and Gavrilo,
What urine was in their feet,
Straight through the nettles
That's how they blow barefoot.

Stumbling three times
Having repaired both eyes,
Rubbing here and there
The brothers enter the two horses.
The horses neighed and snored,
The eyes burned like a yacht;
Curled into chalk rings,
The tail flowed golden,
And diamond hooves
Upholstered with large pearls.
Lovely to watch!
If only the king could sit on them.
The brothers looked at them like that,
Which almost got twisted.
“Where did he get them? -
The eldest said to the middle one, -
But the conversation has been going on for a long time,
That treasure is given only to fools,
At least break your forehead,
You won't get two rubles that way.
Well, Gavrilo, that week
Let's take them to the capital;
We'll sell it to the boyars there,
We'll split the money evenly.
And with the money, you know,
And you will drink and take a walk,
Just slap the bag.
And to the good fool
Guess won't be enough,
Where do his horses visit?
Let him look for them here and there.
Well, buddy, deal!”
The brothers agreed at once
We hugged and crossed ourselves
And returned home
Talking to each other
About horses and about the feast,
And about a wonderful little animal.

Time rolls on,
Hour after hour, day after day, -
And for the first week
The brothers are going to the capital city,
To sell your goods there
And at the pier you will find out
Didn't they come with ships?
The Germans are in the city for canvases
And is Tsar Saltan missing?
To fool Christians?
So we prayed to the icons,
Father was blessed
They took two horses secretly
And they set off quietly.

Evening was creeping towards night;
Ivan got ready for the night;
Walking down the street
He eats the crumb and sings.
Here he reaches the field,
Hands on hips
And with a spring, like a gentleman,
He enters the booth sideways.
Everything was still standing
But the horses were gone;
Just a hunchbacked toy
His legs were spinning,
Flapping his ears with joy
Yes, he danced with his feet.
How Ivan will howl here,
Leaning on the booth:
“Oh, you horses of Bor-Siva,
Good golden-maned horses!
Didn’t I caress you, friends?
Who the hell stole you?
Damn him, the dog!
To die in a gulley!
May he in the next world
Fail on the bridge!
Oh, you horses of Bura-Siva,
Good horses with golden manes!”

Then the horse neighed at him.
“Don’t worry, Ivan,” he said, “
It’s a great misfortune, I don’t argue;
But I can help, I'm burning
Don't give a damn:
The brothers brought the horses together.
Well, what's the use of idle chatter?
Be at peace, Ivanushka.
Hurry up and sit on me
Just know yourself to hold on;
At least I'm small in stature,
Let me change the horse to another:
As soon as I set off and run,
That’s how I’ll overtake the demon.”

Here the horse lies down in front of him;
Ivan sits on his skate,
Rakes your ears,
That there are mochki roars.
The little humpbacked horse shook himself,
He stood up on his paws, perked up,
He clapped his mane and started snoring.
And he flew like an arrow;
Only in dusty clouds
The whirlwind curled under my feet,
And in two moments, if not in an instant,
Our Ivan caught up with the thieves.

The brothers, that is, were afraid,
They itched and hesitated.
And Ivan began shouting to them:
“It’s a shame, brothers, to steal!
Even though you are smarter than Ivan,
Yes, Ivan is more honest than you:
He didn’t steal your horses.”
The elder, writhing, said:
“Our dear brother Ivasha!
What to do is our business!
But take it into account
Our belly is unselfish.
No matter how much wheat we sow,
We have a little daily bread.
And if the harvest fails,
So at least get into the noose!
In such great sadness
Gavrila and I were talking
All last night -
How can I help the grief?
This way and that we decided
Finally they did it like this,
To sell your skates
Even for a thousand rubles.
And as a thank you, by the way,
Bring you a new one -
Red hat with a vertebra
Yes, boots with heels.
Besides, the old man can’t
Can't work anymore
But you have to wash your eyes, -
You yourself smart man!» -
“Well, if that’s the case, then go ahead,”
Ivan says, sell it
Two golden-maned horses,
Yes, take me too.”
The brothers glanced painfully at each other,
No way! agreed.

It began to get dark in the sky;
The air began to grow cold;
So that they don't get lost,

It was decided to stop.
Under the canopies of branches
They tied up all the horses,
They brought a basket with food,
Got a little hangover
And let's go, God willing,
Who is good at what?

Danilo suddenly noticed
That the fire lit up in the distance.
He looked at Gavrila,
Winked with his left eye
And, coughing lightly,
Pointing to the fire quietly;
Here I scratched my head,
“Oh, how dark! - He said.-
At least a month like that as a joke
He looked at us for a minute,
Everything would be easier. And now,
Really, we are worse than aunts...
Wait a minute... I think
That light smoke curls there...
You see, Avon!.. It is so!..
I wish I could light a cigarette!
It would be a miracle!.. And listen,
Go run, brother Vanyusha.
And, I must admit, I have
No flint, no flint."
Danilo himself thinks:
“May you be crushed there!”
And Gavrilo says:
“Who knows what’s burning!
Since the villagers have arrived -
Remember him by his name!”

Everything is nothing for a fool,
He sits on his skate
Kicks the sides with his feet,
Tugging at him with his hands
Screaming with all his might...
The horse took off and the trail disappeared.
“Godfather be with us! -
Then Gavrilo shouted,
Protected by the holy cross. -
What kind of demon is under him!

The flame burns brighter
The little hunchback runs faster.
Here he is in front of the fire.
The field shines as if it were day;
A wonderful light flows all around,
But it doesn’t heat, it doesn’t smoke,
Ivan was amazed here:
“What,” he said, “what kind of devil is this!
There are about five hats in the world,
But there is no heat and no smoke; Eco miracle light!

The horse tells him:
“There really is something to marvel at!
Here lies the feather of the Firebird,
But for your happiness
Don't take it for yourself.
Much, much restlessness
It will bring it with it.” -
“Speak up! How wrong!” -
The fool grumbles to himself;
And, raising the feather of the Firebird,
Wrapped him in rags
I put rags in my hat
And he turned his skate.
Here he comes to his brothers
And he answers their demand:
“How did I get there?
I saw a burnt stump;
I fought and fought over him,
So I almost got fed up;
I fanned it for an hour,
No, damn it, it’s gone!”
The brothers didn't sleep the whole night,
They laughed at Ivan;
And Ivan sat down under the cart,
He snored until the morning.

Here they harnessed the horses
And they came to the capital,
We stood in a row of horses,
Opposite the large chambers.

In that capital there was a custom:
If the mayor does not say -
Don't buy anything
Don't sell anything.
Now mass is coming;
The mayor leaves
In shoes, in a fur hat,
With a hundred city guards.
A herald rides next to him,
Long mustache, bearded;
He blows a golden trumpet,
He shouts in a loud voice:
"Guests! Open the shops
Buy, sell;
And the overseers sit
Near the shops and look,
To avoid sodomy
Neither pressure nor pogrom,
And so that no one is a freak
I didn’t deceive the people!”
Guests open the shop,
The baptized people cry out:
"Hey, honest gentlemen,
Come join us here!
How are our container bars?
All sorts of different goods!”
The shoppers are coming
The goods are taken from the guests;
Guests count money
Yes, the supervisors are blinking.

Meanwhile, the city detachment
Arrives in a row of horses;
They look - a crush of people,
There is no exit, no entrance;
So the crowds are teeming,
And they laugh and scream.
The mayor was surprised
That the people were cheerful
And he gave the order to the detachment,
To clear the way.

“Hey you devils, barefoot!
Get out of the way! Get out of the way!
The barbels screamed
And they hit the whips.
Here the people began to stir,
He took off his hats and stepped aside.

Before my eyes there is a row of horses:
Two horses stand in a row
Young, black,
Golden manes curl,
Curled into chalk rings,
The tail flows golden...
Our old man, no matter how ardent he was,
He rubbed the back of his head for a long time.
“Wonderful,” he said, “God’s light,
There really aren’t any miracles in it!”
The whole squad bowed here,
I marveled at the wise speech.
Meanwhile the mayor
He punished everyone severely
So that they don’t buy horses,
They didn’t yawn, they didn’t scream;
That he is going to the yard
Report everything to the king.
And, leaving part of the detachment,
He went to report.

Arrives at the palace
“Have mercy, Tsar Father! -
The mayor exclaims
And his whole body falls. -
They didn't order me to be executed
Order me to speak!”
The king deigned to say: “Okay,
Speak, but it’s only smooth.” -
“I’ll tell you as best I can:
I serve the mayor;
By faith and truth I am correcting
This position...” - “I know, I know!” -
“Today, having taken a detachment,
I went to the horse row.
I arrive - there are tons of people!
Well, no exit, no entrance.
What to do here?.. Ordered
Drive out the people so as not to interfere,
And so it happened, king-hope!
And I went - and what?..
In front of me there is a row of horses:
Two horses stand in a row
Young, black,
Golden manes curl,
Curled into chalk rings,
The tail flows golden,
And diamond hooves
Upholstered with large pearls.”

The king could not sit here.
“We need to look at the horses,”
He says, “It’s not bad”
And having such a miracle.
Hey, give me the cart!” And so
The cart is already at the gate.
The king washed and dressed up
And off he went to the market;
Behind the king of the archers is a detachment.

Here he rode into a row of horses.
Everyone here fell to their knees
And “hurray!” they shouted to the king.
The king bowed and instantly
Well done jumping off the wagon...
He doesn’t take his eyes off his horses,
From the right, from the left he comes to them,
With a kind word he calls,
It hits them quietly on the back,
Ruffles their steep neck,
Strokes the golden mane,
And, having seen enough,
He asked, turning around
To those around: “Hey, guys!
Whose foals are these?
Who's the boss? Ivan is here,
Hands on hips like a gentleman
Because of the brothers he acts
And, pouting, he answers:
“This couple, king, is mine,
And the owner is also me.” -
“Well, I’m buying a couple;
Are you selling? - “No, I’m changing it.” -
“What good do you take in exchange?” -
"Two to five caps of silver" -
“That means it will be ten.”
The king immediately ordered to weigh
And, by my grace,
He gave me an extra five rubles.
The king was generous!

Led the horses to the stables
Ten gray grooms,
All in gold stripes,
All with colored sashes
And with morocco whips.
But dear, as if for a laugh,
The horses knocked them all off their feet,
All the bridles were torn
And they ran to Ivan.

The king went back
He tells him: “Well, brother,
Our couple is not given;
There's nothing to do, you have to
To serve you in the palace;
You will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress,
It's like rolling cheese in butter,
My entire stable
I give you an order,
The royal word is a guarantee.
What, do you agree?” - “What a thing!
I will live in the palace
I will walk in gold
Dress up in a red dress,
It's like rolling cheese in butter,
The entire stables
The king gives me an order;
That is, I'm from the garden
I will become a royal commander.
Wonderful thing! So be it
I will, king, serve you.
Just don't fight me, please.
And let me sleep
Otherwise I was like that!”

Then he called the horses
And he walked along the capital,
Waving my mitten myself,
And to the song of a fool
The horses dance the trepak;
And his horse is humpbacked -
So it’s bursting squatted,
To the surprise of everyone.

Meanwhile, two brothers
The royal money was received
They were sewn into girdles,
Knocked on the valley
And we went home.
They shared the house together
They both got married at the same time
They began to live and live,
Yes, remember Ivan.

But now we will leave them,
Let's have fun with a fairy tale again
Orthodox Christians,
What has our Ivan done?
While in the royal service
At the state stable;
How did he become a neighbor?
Like I slept through my pen,
How cunningly he caught the Firebird,
How he kidnapped the Tsar Maiden,
How he went for the ring,
How I was an ambassador in heaven,
How he is in Solntsevoe Village
Kitu begged for forgiveness;
How, among other things,
He saved thirty ships;
How was it not cooked in the cauldrons?
How handsome he became;
In a word: our speech is about
How he became king.

continuation

Part two

Soon the fairy tale will tell
it won't be done soon

The story begins
From Ivanov's pranks,
And from sivka, and from burka,
And from the prophetic kaurka.
The goats are gone to the sea;
The mountains are overgrown with forest;
The horse broke from the golden bridle,
Rising straight towards the sun;
Forest standing under your feet,
To the side is a thunder cloud;
A cloud walks and sparkles,
Thunder scatters across the sky.
This is a saying: wait,
The fairy tale will be ahead.
Like on the sea-ocean
And on Buyan Island
There is a new coffin in the forest,
The girl lies in the coffin;
The nightingale whistles over the coffin;
A black beast is prowling in the oak forest.
This is a saying, but here it is -
The fairy tale will take its course.

Well, you see, laymen,
Orthodox Christians
Our daring fellow
He wormed his way into the palace;
Serves at the royal stables
And it won’t bother you at all
It's about brothers, about father
In the sovereign's palace.
And what does he care about his brothers?
Ivan has red dresses,
Red hats, boots
Almost ten boxes;
He eats sweetly, he sleeps so much,
What freedom, and that’s all!

Here in about five weeks
I started to notice the sleeping bag...
I must say, this sleeping bag
Before Ivan there was a boss
Above the entire stable,
From the boyars he was reputed to be children;
It's no wonder he was angry
I swore against Ivan
No matter the abyss, the alien
Get out of the palace.
But, hiding deceit,
It's for every occasion
The rogue pretended to be deaf,
Myopic and dumb;
He himself thinks: “Wait a minute,
I’ll move you, you idiot!”
So, in about five weeks,
The sleeping bag began to notice
That Ivan doesn’t care for horses,
And he doesn’t clean, and he doesn’t school;
But for all that, two horses
As if only from under the ridge:
Washed clean,
The manes are twisted into braids,
The bangs are collected in a bun,
The wool, well, is as shiny as silk;
There is fresh wheat in the stalls,
As if he would be born right there,
And the big vats are full
As if it had just been poured.
“What kind of parable is this? -
The sleeping bag thinks, sighing. -
Isn't he walking, wait?
A prankster brownie is coming to us?
Let me keep watch
And anyway, I shoot a bullet,
Without blinking, I know how to pour, -
If only the fool would leave.
I will report to the royal Duma,
What is the state's stablemaster -
Basurmanin, witch,
Warlock and Villain;
Why is he sharing bread and salt with the demon?
Doesn't go to God's church
Catholic holding a cross
And he eats meat during fasting.”
That same evening this sleeping bag,
Former stablemaster
Hid secretly in the stalls
And covered himself in oats.

It's midnight.
There was a ache in his chest:
He lies neither alive nor dead,
He does all the prayers himself,
Waiting for a neighbor... Chu! indeed,
The doors creaked dully,
The horses stamped, and lo and behold
An old horse guide enters.
The door is locked with a latch,
Carefully takes off his hat,
He puts it on the window
And he takes it from that hat
In three wrapped rags
The royal treasure is the feather of the Firebird.
Such a light shone here,
That the sleeping bag almost cried out,
And I was so terrified of fear,
That the oats fell off him.
But the neighbor has no idea!
He puts the pen in the bottom,
He begins to brush the horses,
Washing, cleaning,
Weaves long manes,
Sings different songs.
Meanwhile, curled up in a club,
Tapping the tooth
He looks at the sleeping bag, a little alive,
What is the brownie doing here?
What a demon! Something on purpose
The midnight rogue dressed up:
No horns, no beard,
What a cool guy!
The hair is smooth, on the side of the tape,
There are prose on the shirt,
Boots like al morocco, -
Well, definitely Ivan.
What a miracle? Looks again
Our eye on the brownie...
“Eh! so that's it! - finally
The sly man grumbled to himself. -
Okay, tomorrow the king will find out
What is your stupid mind hiding?
Just wait one day
You will remember me!”
And Ivan, not knowing at all,
Why is this such a problem for him?
Threatens, weaves everything
Manes in braids and sings;
And having removed them, into both vats
Strained full of honey
And poured more
Beloyarova millet.
Here, yawning, the feather of the Firebird
Wrapped again in rags,
Put a hat under your ear and lie down
Near the horses' hind legs.

It's just starting to get bright,
The sleeping bag began to move,
And, hearing that Ivan
He snores like Eruslan,
He quietly climbs down
And creeps up to Ivan,
I put my fingers in my hat,
Grab the pen - and the trace is gone.

The king had just awakened
Our sleeping bag came to him,
Hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
“I am resigned,
The king has appeared before you,
They didn't order me to be executed
Order me to speak." -
“Speak without adding,”
The king told him, yawning, -
If you lie,
You can’t escape the whip.”
Our sleeping bag, having gathered its strength,
He says to the king: “Have mercy!
These are the true Christ,
My denunciation, king, is fair:
Our Ivan, everyone knows
From you, father, he hides
But not gold, not silver -
Firebird feather..." -
“Zharoptitsevo?.. Damned!
And he is brave, so rich...
Wait, you villain!
You won’t escape the lashes!..” -
“And what else does he know! -
The sleeping bag quietly continues,
Bent over. - Welcome!
Let him have a pen;
And the Firebird itself
In your bright room, father,
If you would like to give an order,
He boasts of getting it.”
And the informer with this word,
Huddled with a tall hoop,
Came up to the bed
He handed over the treasure - and again on the floor.

The king looked and marveled,
Stroked his beard and laughed
And he bit the end of the feather.
Here, having put it in a casket,
Screamed (out of impatience),
Confirming your command
With a quick wave of the fist:
“Hey! Call me a fool!”

And the nobles' messengers
We ran along Ivan,
But, having all collided in the corner,
Stretched out on the floor.
The king admired it a lot
And he laughed until he broke out.
And the nobles, seeing
What is funny for a king,
They winked at each other
And suddenly the row stretched out.
The king was so pleased with this,
That he rewarded them with a hat.
The nobles' messengers are here
They started calling Ivan again
And this time already
We managed without mischief.

Here they come running to the stables,
The doors open wide
And kicking the fool
Well, push in all directions.
They fiddled with it for half an hour,
But they didn’t wake him up
Finally a private
I woke him up with a broom.
“What kind of servants are these here? -

Ivan says, standing up. -
How I grab you with a whip,
You won’t do that later
There’s no way to wake up Ivan!”
The nobles tell him:
“The king deigned to order
We should call you to him.” -
“Tsar?.. Well, okay! I'll get ready
And I will appear to him immediately,”
Ivan speaks to the ambassadors.
Then he put on his caftan,
I tied myself with a girdle,
I washed my face, combed my hair,
I attached my whip to the side
Like a duck swam.

So Ivan appeared to the king,
Bowed, cheered up,
He grunted twice and asked:
“Why did you wake me up?”
The king, squinting his left eye,
I shouted at him with anger,
Standing up: “Silence!
You must answer me:
By virtue of which decree
You hid our eyes from us
Our royal goods -
Firebird feather?
What am I - a king or a boyar?
Answer now, Tatar!”
Here Ivan, waving his hand,
He says to the king: “Wait!
I didn’t exactly give those hats,
How did you find out about this?
What are you - are you even a prophet?
Well, so what, put me in prison,
Give the order now, at least to the sticks, -
There is no pen, and not even a scribbler!..” -
“Answer! I’ll lock it up!..” -
“I really tell you:
No pen! Yes, hear where from
Should I get such a miracle?
The king jumped out of bed
And he opened the casket with the feather.
"What? Do you dare to move yet?
No, you can't get away with it!
What is this? A?" Ivan is here,
Trembling like a leaf in a storm,
He dropped his hat in fright.
“What, buddy, is it tight? -
The king spoke. “Wait a minute, brother!”
“Oh, for mercy, it’s my fault!
Let go of the blame to Ivan,
I won’t lie in advance.”
And, wrapped up in the floor,
Stretched out on the floor.
"Well, for the first time
I forgive you for your guilt, -
The Tsar speaks to Ivan. -
I, God have mercy, am angry!
And sometimes from hearts
I'll take off my forelock and my head.
So, you see, this is what I am like!
But, to say without further words,
I found out that you are the Firebird
To our royal room,
If you wanted to order,
You boast to get it.
Well, look, don't deny it
And try to get it.”
Here Ivan jumped up like a top.
“I didn’t say that! -
He screamed, wiping himself. -
Oh, I don’t lock myself,
But about the bird, as you wish,
You are lying in vain."
The king, shaking his beard:
"What! Should I dress up with you? -
He shouted. - But look!
If you're three weeks old
Can't you get me the Firebird?
To our royal room,
Then, I swear by my beard!
You will pay with me:
Get out, slave! Ivan cried
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his hobby lay.

The little hunchback sensed him,
The dance began to shake;
But when I saw tears,
I almost burst into tears myself.
“What, Ivanushka, are you unhappy?
Why did you hang your head? -
The horse told him,
At his spinning legs, -
Don't hide from me
Tell me everything that’s behind your soul;
I'm ready to help you.
Al, my dear, are you unwell?
Has Al fallen into the hands of a villain?
Ivan fell on the skate on his neck,
Hugged and kissed.
The king orders to get the Firebird
To the state room.
What should I do, little hunchback?”
The horse tells him:
“It’s a great misfortune, I don’t argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why you're in trouble,
What didn't listen to me:
Do you remember, going to the capital city,
You found the Firebird's feather;
I told you then:
“Don’t take it, Ivan, it’s a disaster!
Much, much restlessness
It will bring it with it.”
Now you know
Did I tell you the truth?
But, to tell you out of friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
The service is all ahead, brother.
Now go to the king
And tell him openly:
“I need, king, I need two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Yes, tell me to hurry up:
Tomorrow, it’s just going to be a mess,
We'll go hiking."

Here Ivan goes to the Tsar,
He tells him openly:
“I need a king, I need two troughs
Beloyarova millet
Yes, overseas wine.
Yes, tell me to hurry up:
Tomorrow, it’s just going to be a mess,
We'll go hiking."
The king immediately gives the order,
So that the messengers of the nobles
Everything was found for Ivan,
Called him a good guy
And “bon voyage!” said.

Early the next morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
“Hey! Master! Full sleep!
It’s time to fix things!”
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was going on a journey,
I took the trough and the millet,
And overseas wine;
Dressed up warmer
He sat down on his skate,
He took out a slice of bread
And went east -
Get that Firebird.

They've been traveling for a whole week.
Finally, on the eighth day,
They come to a dense forest,
Then the horse said to Ivan:
“You will see a clearing here;
In that clearing there is a mountain,
All made of pure silver;
Right here before the lightning
The firebirds are arriving
Drink water from a stream;
This is where we’ll catch them.”
And, having finished his speech to Ivan,
Runs out into the clearing.
What a field! The greenery is here
Like an emerald stone;
The wind blows over her,
So it sows sparks;
And the flowers are green
Inexpressible beauty.
Is it in that clearing,
Like a shaft on the okiyan,
The mountain rises
All made of pure silver.
Sun in summer rays
Paints it all with dawn,
Runs like gold in the folds,
There is a candle burning on the top.

Here's a skate along the slope
Climbed this mountain
Miles, ran to a friend
He stood his ground and said:
“Soon the night, Ivan, will begin,
And you will have to guard.
Well, pour wine into the trough
And mix millet with wine.
And to be closed to you,
You crawl under that trough,
Quietly notice
Look, don't yawn.
Before sunrise, hear the lightning
Firebirds will fly here
And they will begin to peck the millet
Yes, in your own way, scream.
You, who is closer,
And grab her, look!
And if you catch a bird-fire -
And shout to the whole market;
I will come to you immediately." -
“Well, what if I get burned? -
Ivan says to the horse,
Spreading out your caftan. -
You'll have to take mittens
Tea, the cheat stings painfully.”
Then the horse disappeared from my eyes,
And Ivan, groaning, crawled up
Under the oak trough
And he lies there like a dead man.

Sometimes it's midnight
The light spilled over the mountain,
As if noon is coming:
The firebirds swoop in;
They started running and screaming
And peck the millet with wine.
Our Ivan, closed from them,
Looks at the birds from under the trough
And he talks to himself,
Moving your hand like this:
"Ugh, devilish power!
Oh, the crap, they're gone!
Tea, there are about five dozen of them here.
If only I could take over everyone -
That would be a good time!
Needless to say, fear is beautiful!
Everyone has red legs;
And the tails are a real laugh!
Tea, chickens don’t have those;
And how much, boy, is the light -
Like a father’s oven!”
And, having finished such a speech
With myself, under the loophole
Our Ivan like a snake and a snake
Crawled towards the millet with wine -
Grab one of the birds by the tail.
"Oh! Little hunchbacked little end!
Come running quickly, my friend!
I caught a bird!” -
So Ivan the Fool shouted.
The little hunchback immediately appeared.
“Oh, master, you’ve distinguished yourself! -
The horse tells him. -
Well, quickly put it in the bag!
Yes, tie it tighter;
And hang the bag around your neck,
We need to go back." -
“No, let me scare the birds! -
Ivan says. - Look,
Look, you're tired of screaming!"
And, grabbing your bag,
It whips along and across.
Sparkling with a bright flame,
The whole flock started up,
Twisted around in a fiery circle
And it rushed beyond the clouds.
And our Ivan follows them
With your mittens
So he waves and shouts,
As if doused with lye.
The birds were lost in the clouds;
Our travelers have gathered
The royal treasure was laid out
And they came back.

We've arrived in the capital.
“What, did you get the Firebird?” -
The Tsar says to Ivan,
He looks at the sleeping bag himself.
And that one, out of boredom,
I bit all my hands.
“Of course, I got it,” -
Our Ivan told the king.
“Where is she?” - “Wait a little,
Order the window first
Shut the bedroom,
You know, to create darkness.”
Then the nobles ran
And they closed the window,
Here is Ivan's bag on the table.
“Come on, grandma, let’s go!”
Such a light suddenly spilled out here,
That all the people covered themselves with their hands.
The king shouts to the whole market:
“Oh hot, fathers, there’s a fire!
Hey, call the bars!
Fill it up! pour it in!” -
“This, hear me, is not a fire,
This is the light from the bird-heat, -
Said the hunter, laughing himself
Struggling. - Fun
I brought those, sir!”
The Tsar says to Ivan:
“I love my friend Vanyusha!
You made my soul happy,
And to such joy -
Be the royal stirrup!"

Seeing this, a cunning sleeping bag,
Former stablemaster
He says under his breath:
“No, wait, little sucker!
It won't always happen to you
To distinguish yourself so candidly,
I'll let you down again
My friend, you're in trouble!

Three weeks later
In the evening we sat alone
Chefs in the royal kitchen
And the servants of the court,
Drinking honey from a jug
Yes, you read Eruslan.
“Eh! - one servant said, -
How did I get this today?
A miracle book from a neighbor!
It doesn't have too many pages,
And there are only five fairy tales,
And let me tell you fairy tales,
So you can’t be surprised;
You have to manage this way!”
Here everyone is loud: “Be friends!
Tell me, brother, tell me!” -
“Well, which one do you want?
There are five fairy tales; look here:
The first tale about the beaver,
And the second is about the king,
The third... God forbid... exactly!
About the eastern noblewoman;
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Here in the fourth: Prince Bobyl;
In the fifth... in the fifth... oh, I forgot!
The fifth tale says...
That’s what’s going on in my mind..." -
“Well, leave her!” - “Wait!..” -
“About a beauty, what, what?” -
“Exactly! The fifth says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Well, which one, friends?
Shall I tell you today?” -
“Tsar Maiden! - everyone shouted. -
We've already heard about kings,
We need some beauties soon!
It’s more fun to listen to them.”
And the servant, sitting down importantly,
He began to talk drawlingly:

"In distant German countries
There are guys, it's okay
Is it according to the okyan
Only infidels travel;
From the Orthodox land
Never been
Neither nobles nor laymen
On a filthy okiyan.
The rumor comes from the guests,
That the girl lives there;
But the girl is not simple,
Daughter, you see, dear to the month,
And Sunny is her brother.
That girl they say
Rides in a red sheepskin coat,
In a golden boat, guys.
And with a silver oar
He personally rules in it;
Sings different songs
And he plays the harp..."

The sleeping bag is here as quickly as possible -
And from both feet
He went to the king's palace
And just came to him,
Hit his forehead hard on the floor
And then he sang to the king:
“I am resigned,
The king has appeared before you,
They didn't order me to be executed
Order me to speak!” -
“Tell only the truth
And don’t lie, look, not at all!” -
The king screamed from his bed.
The cunning sleeping bag replied:
“Today we were in the kitchen
They drank to your health,
And one of the court servants
He amused us with a fairy tale out loud;
This fairy tale says
About the beautiful Tsar Maiden.
Here is your royal stirrup
I swore by my brotherhood,
That he knows this bird -
So he called the Tsar Maiden, -
And you want to know her,
He boasts of getting it.”
The sleeping bag hit the floor again.
“Hey, call me Stremnov!” -
The king shouted to the messenger.
The sleeping bag stood behind the stove;
And the messengers of the nobles
They ran along Ivan;
They found him in a deep sleep
And they brought me in a shirt.

The king began his speech like this: “Listen,
There's a denunciation against you, Vanyusha.
They say that now
You boasted to us
Find another bird
That is to say, the Tsar Maiden..." -
“What are you, what are you, God bless you! -
The royal stepladder began. -
Tea, sleepy, I’m interpreting,
I threw this one away.
Be as cunning as you like
But you can’t fool me.”
The king, shaking his beard:
"What? Should I dress up with you? -
He shouted. - But look,
If you're three weeks old
You can't get the Tsar Maiden
To our royal room,
I swear by my beard,
You will pay with me:
To the right - to the bars - to the stake!
Get out, slave! Ivan cried
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his hobby lay.

“What, Ivanushka, are you unhappy?
Why did you hang your head? -
The horse tells him. -
Al, my dear, are you sick?
Has Al fallen into the hands of a villain?
Ivan fell on the horse's neck,
Hugged and kissed.
“Oh, trouble, horse! - said. -
The king orders into his little room
I need to get, listen, the Tsar Maiden.
What should I do, little hunchback?”
The horse tells him:
“It’s a great misfortune, I don’t argue;
But I can help, I'm burning.
That's why you're in trouble,
That he didn't listen to me.
But, to tell you out of friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
The service is all ahead, brother!
Now go to the king
And say: “After all, for the capture
I need, king, two flies,
Gold embroidered tent
Yes, dining set -
All the overseas jam -
And some sweets to cool off.”

Here Ivan goes to the Tsar
And he speaks like this:
"For the princess's capture
I need, king, two flies,
Gold embroidered tent
Yes, dining set -
All the overseas jam -
And some sweets to cool off."
“It would have been like this a long time ago, rather than not,”
The king from the bed gave the answer
And he ordered that the nobles
Everything was found for Ivan,
Called him a good guy
And “bon voyage!” said.

The next day, early in the morning,
Ivan's horse woke up:
“Hey! Master! Full sleep!
It’s time to fix things!”
Here Ivanushka got up,
I was getting ready to hit the road,
I took my flies and a tent
Yes, dining set -
All the overseas jam -
And sweets to cool off;
I put everything in a travel bag
And tied it with a rope,
Dressed up warmer
He sat down on his skate,
He took out a slice of bread
And went east
Is it the Tsar Maiden?

They travel for a whole week;
Finally, on the eighth day,
They arrive in a dense forest.
Then the horse said to Ivan:
“This is the road to the okiyan,
And on it all year round
That beauty lives;
She only leaves twice
From the okiyana and leads
A long day to land with us.
You’ll see for yourself tomorrow.”
And, having finished his speech to Ivan,
Runs out to the okiyan,
On which the white shaft
I was walking alone.
Here Ivan gets off his skate,
And the horse tells him:
“Well, pitch the tent,
Place the device on the fly
From overseas jam
And some sweets to cool off.
Lie down behind the tent yourself
Yes, be brave with your mind.
You see a boat flashing by.
Then the princess swims up.
Let her enter the tent,
Let him eat and drink;
Here's how he plays the harp -
Know that the time is coming.
You immediately run into the tent,
Grab that princess
And hold her tight
Yes, call me quickly.
I'm on your first order
I'll just run to you
And let's go... Look,
Take a closer look at her
If you oversleep her,
You can’t avoid trouble this way.”
Here the horse disappeared from sight,
Ivan hid behind the tent
And let's turn the hole,
To spy on the princess.

Clear afternoon arrives;
The Tsar Maiden swims up,
Enters the tent with a harp
And he sits down at the device.
"Hm! So this is the Tsar Maiden!
As they say in fairy tales, -
Reasons with a stirrup, -
What's so red
The Tsar Maiden, so wonderful!
This one is not pretty at all:
And pale and thin,
Tea, about three inches in girth;
And the scissor is a scissor!
Ugh! Like a chicken!
Let someone love you
I won’t take it for nothing.”
Here the princess began to play
And she chanted so sweetly,
That Ivan, not knowing how,
He leaned on his fist;
And under a quiet, harmonious voice
He falls asleep peacefully.

The West was quietly burning down.
Suddenly the horse neighed above him
And, pushing him with a hoof,
He shouted in an angry voice:
“Sleep, my dear, to the star!
Get your troubles out!
It’s not me who will be impaled!”
Then Ivanushka began to cry
And, sobbing, he asked,
So that the horse forgives him.
“Let Ivan off the hook,
I won’t sleep ahead.” -
“Well, God will forgive you! -
The little hunchback shouts to him. -
We'll fix everything, maybe
Just don't fall asleep;
Tomorrow, early in the morning,
To the gold-embroidered tent
The girl will sail again -
Drink some sweet honey.
If you fall asleep again,
You won’t blow your head off.”
Here the horse disappeared again;
And Ivan started collecting
Sharp stones and nails
From broken ships
In order to get pricked,
If he takes a nap again.

The next day, in the morning,
To the sewing tent
The Tsar Maiden swims up,
The boat is thrown ashore,
Enters the tent with a harp
And sits down at the device...
Here the princess began to play
And she chanted so sweetly,
What about Ivanushka again?
I wanted to sleep.
“No, wait, you trashy one! -
Ivan says, standing up. -
Suddenly you won’t leave in a row
And you won’t fool me.”
Then Ivan runs into the tent,
The braid is long enough...
“Oh, run, little horse, run!
My little hunchback, help!”
Instantly the horse appeared to him.
“Ah, master, he distinguished himself!
Well, sit down quickly!
Yes, hold it tight!”

It reaches the capital.
The king runs out to the princess.
He takes you by the white hands,
Leads her to the palace
And sits down at the oak table
And under the silk curtain,
He looks into your eyes with tenderness,
Sweet speech says:
“Incomparable girl!
Agree to be a queen!
I barely saw you -
He seethed with intense passion.
Your falcon eyes
They won't let me sleep in the middle of the night
And in broad daylight,
Oh, they're tormenting me.
Say a kind word!
Everything is ready for the wedding;
Tomorrow morning, my dear,
Let's get married to you
And let’s start living happily.”
And the princess is young,
Without saying anything
She turned away from the king.
The king was not at all angry,
But I fell in love even more deeply;
I knelt before her,
Hands gently shook
And the balusters began again:
“Say a kind word!
How have I upset you?
Ali because you fell in love?
Oh, my fate is deplorable!”
The princess tells him:
"If you want to take me,
Then deliver it to me in three days
My ring is made of okiyan! -
“Hey! Call Ivan to me!” -
The king hastily shouted
And he almost ran.

So Ivan appeared to the king,
The king turned to him
And he said to him: “Ivan!
Go to Okiyan;
The volume is stored in the okiyan
Ring, hear you, Tsar-Maiden.
If you get it for me,
I’ll give you everything.” -
“I’m from the first road
I drag my feet with force -
You’re off to hell again!” -
Ivan speaks to the Tsar.
“Why, you rascal, take your time:
See, I want to get married! -
The king shouted in anger
And he kicked his feet. -
Don't deny me
Hurry up and go!”
Here Ivan wanted to go.
“Hey, listen! Along the way -
The queen tells him,
Come and take a bow
In my emerald chamber
Yes, tell my dear:
Her daughter wants to know her
Why is she hiding?
Three nights, three days
Is your face clear from me?
And why is my brother red
Wrapped up in stormy darkness
And in the foggy heights
Won't you send a beam to me?
Don’t forget!” - “I will remember,
Unless I forget;
Yes, you need to find out
Who are the brothers, who are the mothers,
So that we don’t get lost in our family.”
The queen tells him:
“The month is my mother. The sun is my brother."
“Look, three days ago!” -
The Tsar Groom added to this.
Here Ivan left the Tsar
And he went to the hayloft,
Where his hobby lay.

“What, Ivanushka, are you unhappy?
Why did you hang your head? -
The horse tells him.
“Help me, little hunchback!
You see, the king decided to get married,
You know, on the thin queen,
So he sends it to the okyan, -
Ivan says to the horse, -
He only gave me three days;
Please try here
Get the devil's ring!
Yes, she told me to stop by
This thin queen
Somewhere in the mansion to bow
The Sun, the Moon, and
And ask about something..."
Here is the strong point: “Say in friendship,
This is a service, not a service;
All service, brother, is ahead!
Go to bed now;
And the next morning, early in the morning,
We will go to the okiyan."

The next day our Ivan
Taking three onions in my pocket,
Dressed up warmer
He sat down on his skate
And went on a long journey...
Give me a rest, brothers!

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The famous children's fairy tale “The Little Humpbacked Horse,” written in 1830 by Pyotr Ershov, contains many fairy-tale elements. The author himself constantly pointed out that he wrote down this tale from the words of the narrator, who was a simple peasant. But, of course, Pyotr Ershov made his own literary changes. The characterization of the three brothers from the fairy tale “The Little Humpbacked Horse” will also be interesting for children younger age, and schoolchildren. Of course, each of them has their own role.

Characteristics of the brothers from the fairy tale “The Little Humpbacked Horse”: Danilo

Danilo and Gavrilo lived with their old father and younger brother Ivan in a small village and were engaged in peasant labor. All family members worked in the field from morning to evening, sowing wheat. And after the harvest was harvested, they took it to the city, where they sold it.

The author writes about his older brother that he was a “smart kid.” But full description the brothers from the fairy tale “The Little Humpbacked Horse” can be seen by analyzing the actions they perform. For example, when someone got into the habit of walking in the field and stirring the wheat, the father decided that every night one of the brothers would be guarded. Both Danilo and Gavrilo honestly went on guard duty, but they carried out their service irresponsibly.

The elder brother, taking a pitchfork and an ax on patrol, boldly went to guard the wheat field. But as soon as the stormy night arrived, fear immediately attacked him. He was so scared that even out of fear he decided to bury himself under the hay. Only a day later the older brother returned home, having first doused himself with water. But he lied, saying that he did not sleep and got wet in the heavy rain. For his excellent service, his father praised his older brother.

Gavrilo - the middle brother in the fairy tale

Pyotr Ershov writes that the middle brother was “this way and that.” On the second night, Gavrilo went on patrol, also taking an ax and a pitchfork. But as soon as night fell, he, too, like his older brother, became afraid. And the middle brother spent the whole night under the neighbor’s fence. Just that night it was frosty. In the morning he knocked on the door and also began to lie that he had not slept all night, had not seen the thief, and had been walking around the field all night. And his father praised him.

Brothers also act dishonestly towards their younger brother. When Danilo saw two beautiful horses that Ivan raised, he and his brother quietly decide to take them, drive them to the city and sell them.

Characteristics of the younger brother

The younger brother, according to the author, was completely “a fool.” But it is he who has to go through many tests. In the first part, he even guarded the wheat field truthfully and therefore was able to catch the thief. The magic mare generously thanked him for his kindness. Even when his brothers deceive him by stealing the stallions, he forgives them. He honestly serves the king in the stables.

Ivan performs many feats when he carries out the orders of the Firebird. But at the beginning main character In the story, he seems so lazy, because his father has difficulty persuading him to go guard the fields, promising to give him peas and beans. With the development of the fairy tale plot, the main character is perceived differently, who can show both courage and ingenuity. At the end of the fairy tale, he becomes the new king in the fairy-tale kingdom-state.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three sons: the big one was Mikolenka, and the second son was Petinka, and the third was Ivanushka the Fool. They were engaged in arable farming; They sowed a dessiatine in a field of arable land, along the main road. The wheat is very good: it grows, spreads, and a spikelet comes out of it. Some unknown animal or animal has gotten into the wheat, crushing the wheat and tearing the ears.

This same old man came to look at the wheat - the wheat was bruised and the ears were torn. He comes home and tells his children: “But, guys, our wheat is very good, but someone crushes it painfully and tears the ears; we must guard her.” Well, his sons told him: “We need to keep watch, father.” And they began to accumulate, whoever gets to guard first will have to go to the field, spend the night there and not sleep all dark night.

My son Mikolenka got to go for the first night. He takes a pitchfork and an ax and goes out into the field, on patrol. He didn’t run far: he lay under his neighbor’s fence. The white dawn broke, and he got ready to go home. He goes up to the porch and takes the ring: “It’s already light!” Unlock the door for the guard!” They heard the “light already,” the doors were unlocked, and the guard was let in. They ask him: “Did you see anyone in the field, Mikolenka?” But where will Mikolenka see? He had never been in the field or seen wheat, but he lay under his neighbor’s fence! So the old owner locked up the horse and quickly rode off to the field. He looks - in the morning the wheat is crushed in the dew! He comes home and says: “Oh, Mikolenka, you overslept! The wheat is very wrinkled.”

The second night comes. Petinka’s son also takes a pitchfork and an ax and goes out into the field, on patrol. He didn’t run far: he lay on the dryer next to him. In the morning, my father drives through a field - what’s more, the field is rumpled! He came home and said: “Petya, you know, you weren’t there at all? Even more wrinkled! »

Here Vanyushka the Fool is lying on the stove, rolling his snot on a ball and saying: “If I, father, will go and keep watch.” The father says: “Where should you, stupid, keep watch! The smart ones slept, didn’t see anything, and you won’t see anything at all.”

When late evening came, Vanyushka got down from the stove, walked up to the table, didn’t belittle anyone, took a loaf of bread, cut off a circle of loaves and went into an open field. Sits behind a bush, handling a slice. And suddenly there was a light shining on the wheat: a Latin mare was running. Here he is closer and closer to her, crawling and crawling. She crushes the wheat and tears the ears, and Vanyushka crawls closer and grabs her by the mane! He jumped on top of her, sat down with his back to the head and his face to the tail; With his left hand he caught the tail, and with his right hand he hit him on the steep hips. This same mare flew across the field, jumped and ran wildly: I wanted to drop Vanyushka from myself and kill him to death. No, Vanyushka sits unharmed. No matter how much she searched, she stopped and submitted to Ivanushka. Ivanushka got down, turned him around and took him home.

The mare walked and followed the fool Ivanushka and began to say to him: “Let me go, Ivanushka: I will give you two horses - just like I am, and I will give you a small third horse.” Vanyushka says: “You’ll deceive me!” - “No, just let me in - now they will appear in front of you.” He thought yes and let it go. The mare flew and twirled her tail. Suddenly two horses appear - it’s fun to look at them and there’s no way to evaluate them; the third horse with them stands small: he himself is six vershoks high, and his ears are three arshins deep.

Vanyushka sat behind a bush and handled a slice; I tied these horses to a bush and went to my father’s house. When he came to the priest’s house, his father asked: “What, Vanyushka, have you seen anyone?” Vanyushka jumped up and down: “Oh, father, I caught three horses!” The brothers look at him and ask: “Where are they, Ivan?” - “They are tied to a bush.” Vanyushka went to have breakfast. While he was having breakfast, the brothers ran into the field and stole a couple of horses; we sat down and went to Kitai-Gorod to sell at the fair. They left him only a small horse. Vanyushka says to his father: “Let’s go, father, to get the horses.”

Vanya and his father went, they came - there were no horses near the bush, only one small horse was standing. Vanyushka got so angry, cried and sobbed! “And who stole these horses?” He scolded them painfully. The little humpbacked horse says to Vanyushka: “Don’t scold me, Vanya! Your brothers stole your horses - it will be a sin for you!” The little horse says: “Come on, sit on me! We’ll give chase and catch up with them on the road!” Vanyushka sat on his horse, flew along the high road - Vanya didn’t have time to count the miles, and caught up with them on the high road, and Vanyushka shouted: “Stop, thieves! Not your horses! Why did you steal them from me?” Those brothers were reasonable, they told him: “We, Vanyushka, didn’t steal the horses, but we took them and are taking them to Kitai-Gorod to sell. Brother, we’ll sell the horses and give the money to the priest.” Vanyushka stopped swearing, and we sat down together and drove off.

A dark night overtook them on the road. So they need to spend the night; They say to each other: “Brothers, we should look for a light!” They look in all four directions - a light can be seen from the road to the side. Vanyushka says: “Go, Mikolai, get some fire! At least we’ll cook some gruel.” He sat down and drove off. I drove and drove and came back and couldn’t find the fire. The second brother went and didn’t find this one. Vanyushka got on his horse and went to get the fire himself. He drives up to the light, and here it’s not the fire that’s burning, but the firebird’s feather lying there. Vanyushka got off his little horse, took the feather and put it in his bosom. The Little Humpbacked Horse says to Vanya: “Don’t take this feather: this feather will cause great trouble!” The feather seemed painful to Vanyushka - he took it and drove off; I came to that place, but grab it - know the place! The brothers left again, stealthily. He sat down and flew after them in pursuit. I caught up with them in Kitai-Gorod. They see that things are bad, they think to themselves: “This is the city - he, the fool, will tie us up and put us in jail.” They took the horses to the market; man for man, they abandoned Vanyushka, and they themselves ran away. Vanyushka took the little horse to the apartment, and took these ones to the market to sell.

Buyers come up to him and ask him: “Well done, are your horses?” - "My". - “What are you asking for them?” - “Seven boxes of updates.” They think and think: what updates? If there are good ones, then you need a lot. No one could evaluate these horses and no one could buy them. Let's go and report to the Chinese king that here, in the horse square, a fine fellow has brought out a couple of horses, he can't take anything for them, and we can't give anything. The king ordered the coachman to pawn his horse; The coachman pawned, the father-tsar took off his clothes, and rushed to the horse square. Vanyushka stands with the horses, jumps back and pats his whip. The king rides up to him: “Well done, are your horses?” - “Mine, sir.” - “What are you asking for them?” He had a skinny little cat; He didn’t know how to count money, he said one thing, put it, you know, on the ground, in a hole, his thin little one: “Here, Tsar’s Majesty, pour it full of gold for me.” The king ordered the filling; Vanyushka took the money and gave the horses to the king.

Vanyushka put money in the letter and sent it to his father. So the king brings the horses and gives them to the grooms. They don’t even accept grooms: they bite and kick, and don’t let them get close to them.

Well, the fairy tale will soon be told, but it won’t be done soon - a day or two has passed. The horses did not drink water and did not eat food. His grooms reported to the Tsar: “Your Tsar’s Majesty, the horses don’t eat food and won’t let us near them.” The king said to them: “What should we do with this matter? We need to look for the old owner and ask what we should feed them with.”

Let's go, they found the old owner in the tavern: drinking wine - and his heels on the side. They took him, picked him up by the arms, and dragged him into the palace to the king. The king came out to face him and asked: “What will we, Vanyushka, feed your horses? They don’t know us and won’t let us get close.” Vanyushka got up and went to the stable. When he got up, they neighed loudly because they saw Vanyushka. Vanyushka stroked them, gave them something to drink, and gave them food. They eat food like that, but don’t look at anyone at all. Vanyushka walks quietly around them, stroking and cleaning them, and so they soon changed.

So the tsar calls on his old grooms: “Why, brothers, don’t you know how to feed Vanyushka’s horses, don’t you know how to walk after them?” So the Tsar called Vanyushka and told him everything: “You, Vanyushka, will take care of all my horses and look after the old grooms.”

As the dark night comes, all the grooms light tallow candles, and the new ones go to the stables. Vanyushka does not take fire, has no light; he goes into the stable, takes a feather from the firebird’s pocket - the whole stable is on fire. He will water, feed, groom and clean the horses. In the morning he leads out into the wide courtyard, only it is glassy, ​​and the old grooms have all their horses lying in the mud.

Here the father-king of the horses comes out to look; He thanks Vanyushka, and hits the old grooms on the neck: they don’t try. And so the old grooms were painfully angry with Vanya and thought to themselves: “He doesn’t take the fire, he doesn’t have the light. How does he follow the horses at night?” At night, Vanyushka climbed into the stable to spend the night, stuck a feather into the wall - the fire was still burning; and the old grooms are looking through the hole.

In the morning we got up, went to the king, told him everything: our new groom took a walk with us today and told us a lot of things, that he has a firebird’s feather. “Yes,” he says, “I’m not like a pen,” he boasts, “and I can get it myself.” The same hour the king sends an envoy, they bring Vanyushka to his face; the king and says: “Come on, Vanyushka, where is your pen?” - “I don’t have it, Your Royal Majesty.” - "How?! The grooms told me that you go to the stables, don’t take candles and don’t have a fire; What do you use to get your horses?” He raised his saber to the point and wants to cut off his head: “If you don’t give up this feather, then off with your head, but if you give it back, I’ll make you look like a senior groom!” Vanyushka took the feather out of his bosom and gave it to the king in his white hands. The Tsar took the feather, and poured Vanya a glass of vodka and said: “What about you, Vanya, when you drank vodka to these grooms, you told them that not only did you want to get this feather yourself?” Vanyushka swore and swore: “I never went to the tavern with them, and I didn’t drink vodka with them, and I didn’t say anything. I don’t know what kind of bird it is.” Vanyushka was alone, but there were many grooms. They all shouted out loud: “I told you, your royal majesty!” The king shouted at him in fear and said: “Get him in the morning, otherwise I’ll cut his head off alive!”

Vanyushka cried bitterly; goes to the stable, weeps bitterly, and the little hunchbacked horse: “What,” he says, “isn’t he happy, Vanya, did he hang his head in a riot?” - “Oh, what a disaster for me, my dear! The king orders us to get the firebird itself!” The horse says: “That’s the same thing, Vanya! I told you: don’t take this pen - this pen will cause great trouble. Sit on me and take the bag.” He sat down on his skate; the horse began to sing like a bird, and took Vanya to a dense forest far away. In the dense forest there was a vast clearing, and in the middle of the clearing there was one tree, and near this tree the grass was crushed and trampled. This little horse began to tell Vanya: “Here I am, Vanyushka, I’ll stand here, and you sit here, all the dark night, look and several firebirds will fly to this clearing and all sit on this tree, and the whole clearing will light up. Sit and do not be afraid. So they will sit on the tree and come down to the ground and play; They’ll play and go to bed - you’re now scratching and scratching and in the bag! And hold it as tightly as possible, and when you catch it, scream at me.”

So Vanyushka listened to the order. The dark night came, bird after bird began to fly, and many of them flew in. So they settled everything on the tree; how everyone flocked and began to play, played enough and went to bed. Vanyushka quietly crawled up, knocked one of them and into the bag. She is so strong and carries him with a sack across the clearing. Vanyushka shouted: “Little Humpbacked Horse! I caught you, but I won’t hold you back!” The little humpbacked horse appears in front of him: “Sit on me!” Vanyushka sat down, and the horse flew away. He flew to the kingdom and put his skate in the stable. And the king does not sleep during the dark nights, looking at everything in all four directions through a telescope.

The next morning Vanyushka goes and carries the firebird in his bag. He accepted a gift from him, and treated him to vodka, and said to the old grooms: “Why do you live with me like pigs, only eating bread?!” And he ordered Vanyushka to be greater than everyone else. He made life terrible for them: he beat them with anything.

The king lost some of his strength - he was getting a bride: far away, in the thirtieth kingdom, there is Elena the Beautiful, and so he wanted to marry her - he only thinks about her day and night. These old grooms got together, went to the Tsar, and reported that your new groom was with us in the tavern and boasted: he wants to get you Elena the Beautiful. Well, the king is now calling on Vanya: “How, Vanyushka, do you want to get me Elena the Beautiful? If you could get it for me, I would give you half the kingdom. The first place is to live next to me, and the second place is opposite me, and the third place is wherever you want. And I will give a countless treasury; and if you don’t get it; then kill me alive!” Vanyushka says: “I can’t know anything.” The king says that it should be done in the morning.

Vanyushka is not cheerful, he hung his head violently. He goes to the stable and cries bitterly. The little humpbacked horse asks him: “Why are you, Vanyushka, not cheerful, hanging your violent head below your mighty shoulders?” He cries so much, he can’t speak in his tears! “The Tsar ordered me to get Elena the Beautiful.” “That’s it, Vanya, I told you: don’t take this feather - this feather will cause great trouble. This is not a problem yet, but trouble is ahead! Go to bed, and the next morning go to the king and tell him to sew different pairs of shoes, and order him to buy nine different bottles three times. intoxicating swill."

Vanyushka went and reported to the king. The king had everything ready in an hour. They bring Vanyushka and give Vanyushka the shoes: “Take the shoes, and put the bottles in your wallet!”

Vanyushka got on his horse and flew off. His little humpbacked horse jumped over all the mountains and valleys, let dark forests between his legs, and his legs were like those of a hedgehog. If he had been on a decent horse, it would have taken three years to travel, but he rode on a decent horse in three hours and arrived at the blue sea. There is no bridge across this sea, but Elena the Beautiful lives beyond the sea. And he, where she was moving on a light boat to the meadow side for a walk, he drove up to these places, arranged a thin white canvas. The stripe is so white as white snow. Different shoes bloom like scarlet flowers; I placed various drinks in the tent on shelves - the perfume covered the entire blue sea, and I put the skate behind the tent.

Suddenly a breeze pulled to the other side of the blue sea, and Elena the Beautiful went out for a walk along the blue sea and saw that the little patch on the other side was turning white, and looked at how flowers seemed to bloom in her meadows. How azure flowers bloom, and from them crimson perfume. She shouted to a close servant in her loud voice, got into a light boat and drove off; They moved to the other side and approached the little shelf. She thought the flowers were blooming, or else the painted shoes were hanging; the bottles smell of all sorts of perfumes. She didn’t recognize Vanyushka, she considered him a merchant, she bought shoes from him; When I was shopping, I drank a bottle of Vanya and various vodkas and shook my head so much that I said a little word to him: “And you, unknown merchant, good fellow, give me another treat, and let’s go with me to the other side, home.” Here Vanyushka, be nice, took out a stronger bottle, poured a glass fuller, drank it all, and said: “Oh, let me drink out of grief!” And he poured another for Elena the Beautiful. Elena Prekrasnaya was drinking her second glass, and she was shaking her hands and didn’t know what to do. And the horse says, standing behind the blanket: “But the woman’s hair is long, but her mind is short!” Look, Vanyushka, you wouldn’t have gotten into your mouth!” Vanyushka soon realized how he grabbed hold of the drunken Elena and ended up in the bag!

Vanyushka put Elena in a sack, sat on a horse and fluttered about like a bright falcon - and there was no trace of him! The good fellow flew; comes to the priest to his king. The Tsar was delighted, threw himself on Elena’s neck, kissed Elena: “We don’t brew beer, don’t smoke wine - now for the wedding!” Elena the Beautiful didn’t let him get close to her; she said one speech to him: “No, king, I shouldn’t marry you: I’ve been stolen. I don't have a wedding dress. Go and bring him to me, then I’ll get married.” And where should he go? He's afraid of the gate. The father-king answers: “Where am I going to go? Where can I find him? - “Whoever got me will bring my dress.”

Now the king calls upon Vapyushka the Fool. Vanyushka is resting in the stable, exhausted, and doesn’t know anything. They brought him to the king. “Vanyushka, do me a service, and not a service - friendship: go and bring a dress to my betrothed bride!” - “Father Tsar, I don’t know where to get it.” Elena the Beautiful told Vanyushka everything: “Go,” she says, “to that blue sea where you caught me, there, in the middle of the sea, there is a chest at the bottom; The dress is in the chest. Open it and take it, then I will get married.” The king shouted at him with fear: “Quickly to get it! I’ll take your head off alive!”

Vanyushka cried bitterly; he goes to the stable, tears run in three rows. The little humpbacked horse asks him: “What, Vanya, are you crying bitterly?” - “Big trouble is upon me!” - “What’s the problem?” - “Elena the Beautiful ordered to get a wedding dress.” “That’s it, Vanya,” said the horse, “I told you: don’t take this pen!.. Okay, go to bed: things will be fine.” Vanya lies down, does not sleep - tears are pouring from his eyes. The little humpbacked horse soon comes up and says: “He’ll be sleeping, Vanyushka!” It’s time to get up, you and I are going to go and grieve!”

The good fellow sat down and flew away. Where his little blanket stood, there is only a whiff of ashes. We approached the blue sea; said the little humpbacked horse: “Vanyushka, close your eyes!” Sit tight!” The horse dived into the sea, to the very bottom, and they reached the chest; They opened it, took out the dress, and tied it in a bundle. The good fellow sat down and flew off.

Soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. Three years have passed. We arrived at the Tsar, Vanyushka put his horse in the stable, and went to the Tsar himself; They sit with Elena the Beautiful, eat tea, and drink vodka before tea. Vanyushka came, put on a colorful dress, gave it to Elena the Beautiful, and the Tsar stroked Vanyushka on the head and doesn’t know what to do with him. He sends Vanya to the stable to pawn new horses: he wants to ride with Elena in order to get married quickly. Elena the Beautiful says to the king: “Of the two of you, one will be my groom.” She ordered the king to light a fire in the middle of the wide courtyard and hang three cauldrons: pour resin into the first, and milk into the second, and plain water into the third cauldron and boil all three cauldrons, and Elena the Beautiful said: “That’s who bathes in these cauldrons - he will be my fiancé!” Vanyushka cried bitterly: he doesn’t want to swim and doesn’t take his bride, but she answers him: “You went and suffered - maybe I’ll be yours.” And Father the Tsar - his little legs are shaking - and thinks: “How can you swim in the water?”

She forced them to finish, who should go first. Vanyushka the Fool had to dive first. Vanyushka the Fool cried bitterly and said to Elena the Beautiful: “I’ll go and go to the little humpbacked horse, say goodbye, bow at his feet, and let him go home to my side.”

Vanyushka came to the little humpbacked horse, cried bitterly, and couldn’t see his little horse in his tears. “What, Vanya, are you crying?” - “Big trouble for me! Now my life will end: they force me to bathe in three cauldrons: in boiling tar, in milk and in pitch.” - “Well, if only I were alive, and you will be alive! Go ahead, I'll follow you. Dive in without fear! I’ll dip my left foot in resin and let it go cold, I’ll dip my right foot in milk and I’ll let it ice out, and I’ll snort my nostrils into the tar and it’ll be full of snow.”

Vanyushka went up to the cauldrons - Elena the Beautiful was standing with the king, on the edge. The king waits for Vanyushka to dive. Vanyushka crossed over and fell into tar! All black emerged from the surface like a firebrand! As soon as he dived into the milk, he became whiter, and after washing himself with water, he became a good fellow: he couldn’t think of it, couldn’t guess, couldn’t write with a pen!

Here Elena the Beautiful sends the king: “Dive after him!” He thinks to himself: “Vanyushka dived, and I need to.” It’s like he dove into the tar and now he’s sitting there.

She and Vanyushka got married, began to live and be, to live worse, to have children.

And the fairy tale ends here.

You can read the fairy tale The Little Humpbacked Horse by P. P. Ershov.

Ershov's fairy tale contains a lot of funny, light humor, folk wisdom and cheerful characters. The main characters of “The Little Humpbacked Horse” go through many trials, magical transformations, and find happiness and rewards for their efforts. Main idea works, as it should be in Russian fairy tales, are a triumph of truth and justice. The descriptions of the adventures of Ivan and his faithful assistant the Little Humpbacked Horse are fascinating and varied in the story. Only the poetic genre distinguishes the work from Russian folk tale, for the rest - wisdom, unlimited imagination and all kinds of miracles make it similar to oral folk art.

Characteristics of the characters “The Little Humpbacked Horse”

Main characters

The eldest son of Danil, the middle son of Gavril	The old man's eldest sons are cunning, lazy, not used to working and performing their duties efficiently. They steal horses from Ivan in order to sell them and take the money for themselves. They even lie to their own father, they deceive younger brother, send him to meet dangers, counting on death. Easy money is more important to them than their soulmate.
Youngest son Ivan	A simple, hard-working guy who carries out assignments honestly and artlessly. Thanks to his hard work and diligence, he becomes the owner of two beautiful horses and a small magical humpbacked horse. The Tsar appoints Ivan as a groom and leaves him at court. He serves regularly and carries out all the instructions of the Tsar. Not having much intelligence, he is guided by the heart and advice of his friend the Little Humpbacked Horse.
Little Humpbacked Horse	A magical foal that a mare with a golden mane gave birth to for Ivan. He is short, ugly, and has two humps. The hunchback is very fast, humanly intelligent and endowed with secret knowledge, thanks to which Ivan is always lucky. Saves its owner in any situation, helps to outwit the king and stay alive after the test.
Tsar	A stupid, envious, short-sighted ruler who is guided by rumors, tips, and the opinions of others. The desire to possess various wonderful things and a young beautiful wife leads to the fact that he is “scalded” in a cauldron with boiling water. The people joyfully accept another king - Ivan.
Tsar Maiden	A fairy-tale beauty about whom they report to the Tsar. He immediately decides to send Ivan after her. The king falls in love with her, but the girl demands to get her ring from the bottom of the sea. This assignment is again carried out by Ivan with the help of the Little Humpbacked Horse. The Tsar-Maiden agrees to marry the Tsar if he rejuvenates in three cauldrons: with cold, hot water and boiling milk. The Tsar sends Vanya to be tested, and the Horse saves him, helping him miraculously.
Sleeping bag	The boyar, who previously served in the stables, wants to kill Ivan. He watches him, slanderes him, tries to prevent Ivan from coping with the Tsar’s tasks, and looks for his weak points.

Minor characters

Traditionally, the fairy tale by Pyotr Ershov is taught in the 4th grade. It is simple and original, a fantastic plot and bright characters like it younger schoolchildren. In the fairy tale “The Little Humpbacked Horse,” the heroes are attractive for their simplicity, resourcefulness, and hard work. Character characteristics can be useful for reader's diary and preparation for a Russian literature lesson.

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The power of the fairy tale is in the deeply life-like revelation of the image of Ivan. It expressed the very essence of a fairy tale story, the fullness of Ershov’s realism. From the point of view of people of “common sense” who put up with lies, cajole, deceive and cheat for the sake of everyday well-being and peace, Ivan is simply stupid. He always acts contrary to their “common sense.” But it always turns out that this Ivan’s stupidity turns into the highest human wisdom and emerges victorious over the notorious “common sense.”

So the father sends Ivan’s brothers to guard the wheat. But one was lazy and spent the night in the hay field, and the other got cold feet and walked by the neighbor’s fence all night. And both calmly lied. Ivan is not like that. But he, and not his brothers, got the wonderful horses and Little Hunchback. Ivan honestly carries out his difficult service for the quarrelsome Tsar, innocently not noticing the envy and intrigues of the Tsar’s courtiers. How much work had to be done, courage and perseverance had to be shown in order to fulfill all the royal orders. And here is the reward - Ivan owns everything that he himself obtained for the tsar, and on top of that he also becomes a handsome man and the tsar chosen by the people themselves. Of course, it helped him with this magical power Little Humpbacked Horse.

That is why Ivan the Fool, guided by the wise folk morality - to live honestly, not to be greedy, not to steal, to be true to his duty and word, turned out to be the winner of all life's adversities. The image of the simple-minded, naive Ivan should not be seen as the embodiment of the ideal of human behavior. Ivan Ershova can also be foolish, loves to sleep, and is sometimes lazy. Both the poet and folk storytellers do not hide the fact that their hero is a fool in the literal and precise sense of the word.

But Ivan’s tomfoolery is special. It is not without reason that wherever the author speaks of Ivan as a fool, he contrasts him with the “smart ones.” There is an episode in the fairy tale: Ivan catches up with the brothers who stole his horses and are driving them to the city to sell and profit. Ivan shouts to his older and middle brother:
* “It’s a shame, brothers, to steal!
* Even though you are smarter than Ivan,
* Yes, Ivan is more honest than you:
* He didn’t steal your horses.”

The fool here is contrasted with the “smart” brothers. And in the royal service, he is true to himself: trusting and kind, he does not intrigue anyone, although evil passions boil around him. The former boss of the stable is jealous of Ivan - he slanderes Ivan, brings him under the royal wrath and disgrace. The Tsar and the courtiers caused Ivan a lot of harm, but all their cunning machinations were in vain. Ivanushka the fool is also contrasted here with imaginary, imaginary, sane people. And the question itself is: who is really stupid? Of course, those who oppress Ivan do not commit stupid acts, but their “mind” is associated with cunning, unkind, cruel deeds and deeds. Ershov puts the “smart” people in a stupid position, and his Ivan gets the upper hand over everyone because the deeds of sensible people, those who are smart in their own eyes, turn out to be not at all far from stupidity. The “smart” king is ridiculous, stupid in his love passion, stupid in his desire to get the Firebird as another fun toy, stupid in the confidence that he will become young again. He is cruel, despotic, shown not in worries about the state, but in worries about marrying the beautiful Tsar Maiden. The censorship really did not like this portrayal of the tsar - a bored couch potato.

The meaning of the fairy tale is in irony, in joke, in direct satire: those who want to get rich do not get wealth; whoever craves power loses it. And Ivan the Fool achieved everything. In accordance with the traditions of the folk tale, at the end of the story the fool is reborn and becomes truly smart.