Past Buyan Island, to the glorious kingdom... How the captain and Lady Mary walked from Morocco to the Canary Islands. Alexander Pushkin - The Tale of Tsar Saltan: Verse Song of the Prophetic Oleg - Pushkin A.S.
Part 3, final (Part 1 – , 2nd – )
Still, it’s an exciting feeling when approaching land after an offshore crossing. The excitement is not in the sense of “ah, land, finally!”, but “How not to miss the sea and drive straight into this land!”
It seems that the course is plotted on the navigation screen, and you can see where which islands are, but still the thought from the subconscious is - what if, while I was hanging out here at sea, the Americans moved the GPS a couple of miles. Out of harm, or out of sloppiness, again (although, for sloppiness, it’s better for our people :)). And my course plotted on the electronic map leads me straight to the rocky shores of the coveted island!
Night vigils
So I sit and stare into the darkness - when will the lighthouse finally open. They couldn’t break both the GPS and the beacon at the same time! But the lighthouse still doesn’t appear and doesn’t appear! The characteristics of the lights say that it can be seen from 12 miles, but we’ve already approached 7 miles, and it still doesn’t light up…. And a 4-5 meter wave does not contribute to good visibility. When the boat is on the crest of a wave, at that moment, of course, everything should be clearly visible. Only at this time you should stand on the deck and look to the leeward side. And on the deck it’s damp and splashy, again. That’s why I’m in the pilothouse, on a low leeward side, on a sofa, trying to see a light through the glass in the salty stains. But dry and comfortable!
Changing course
Well, 6 miles from Alegranza (that’s the name of the island), the lighthouse finally opened. I compared the bearing to it with an electronic map - it seems similar. This means that America didn’t have time to screw up the GPS while I’m hanging out here in the ocean :).
After abeam the islands dropped 25 degrees. Finally, the long-awaited backstay. Immediately, the Gulfwind roller coaster turned into a swing for young ladies in the park by the pond. Only a roll appeared, but in comparison with the previous two days, the waves arriving at an angle of 90 degrees were just flowers! Well, the wind has already decreased to 25 knots.
So you see, soon the real yachting will begin - girls in bikinis with champagne will begin to appear on the deck in sun loungers... Ugh, as the first mate and the cabin boys flew away, all sorts of nonsense creeps into my head. How not to get shocked upon arrival 😉...
Morning
In the morning, after dawn, I add a little more sails. Now the genoa is furled to the 3rd reef. We walked a little over 140 miles in 24 hours. According to calculations, they should arrive by evening. But the calculations are ours, and Poseidon and Boreas may have their own plans, so we don’t make any guesses...
After noon there are about 40 miles left to Gran Canaria. Oncoming and passing ships began to appear much more often. In an hour, you have to separate from some tanker or dry cargo ship a couple of times. The wind is about 20 knots, we are carrying a full genoa.
Gran Canaria
Around 7 pm we finally reached Gran Canaria. We let a couple of ships leave the cargo port under the guidance of a pilot vessel and dived into the marina. We stood at the pontoon in front of the office until the morning. In the morning we will be allocated a permanent parking spot.
Traveled 343 nautical miles in 60 hours. The engine worked for only 2 hours - get out and enter the port. Everything else is under sails, or rather under one genoa of varying degrees of reefing, depending on the strength of the wind.
Everything described is based on real events, there are no fictional characters. During the transition, no one on the territory was injured :).
(From the captain's notes)
According to an ancient Irish legend, it was our green island that became the prototype of Pushkin’s “Brawler”. And now, as part of the Festival of Russian Culture and the Year of Russian Literature, the theatrical community “Zhu-Zhu” again invites our actors from the Moscow theater “Keepers of Fairy Tales”.
From February 10 to 15, Moscow actors plan to show the children's play “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” in seven cities in Ireland: Belfast, Newbridge, Kilkene, Portlish, Limerick, Galway and Dublin. For those who visited “Cinderella” in December, the production of the play will seem familiar: the same actors are involved, and there will also be interaction and games with children and adults. Duration of the performance is 45 minutes.
Preliminary schedule of performances.
BELFAST. February 10 (Tuesday) at 17:30. Address: Newtownbreda Presbyterian Church, 374-378, Ormeau Road, BT7 3HX. To purchase tickets, please contact “First Russian school in Belfast”, tel: + 44 75 846 22065.
KILKENNY. February 12 (Thursday). Starts at 17:45. Address: James Stephens GAA, Larchfield. tel. 089-483-3459
PORTLAOISE. February 13 (Friday) 18:00. Address: Parish Centre, Portlaoise, Co. Laois. To purchase tickets, please contact the Vera school, tel: 087-662-6981.
LIMERICK. February 14 (Saturday). The performance starts at 14:00. Will take place at Harmony School, Crescent College Comprehensive, Dooradoyle, Limerick. Tel: 087 757-2205.
GALWAY. February 14 18:00 (Saturday). The performance starts at 18:00. The performance will take place at the Paper Crane school. Tel: 087 250-1263.
BALLBRIGAN. February 15 (Sunday). Starts at 10:45. Bracken Court Hotel (2nd floor), Bridge Street, Balbrigan. Parking for spectators is free. 089-483-3459
DUBLIN. February 15 (Sunday). In Dublin, the performance will take place at the Inspiration School. You can choose the most convenient time: 14:00 or 15:00. Address: Dominican Convent, Sion Hill, Cross Avenue, Blackrock, Tel: 089-465-6920, 089-483-3459.
NAVAN. February 15 (Sunday). Starts at 18:00. The performance will take place in the new and only Russian school “Marusya”. Address: Rugby club, Navan. Inquiries by phone: 086-227-6323.
The production of “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” is based on the work of Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin, and, of course, the poems of the great poet will be performed:
Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field,
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
How does this fit the description of ancient Ireland?
“The play is a little more complex than Cinderella.” It must be taken into account that, after all, “The Tale of Tsar Saltan” is a work by A.S. Pushkin and is not so simple. Although, of course, it is adapted for younger children. We recommend ages 4-5 years, but this is just a recommendation. If you feel that your three-year-old child will be interested in the action of the play itself, then it would be right to come. In Moscow, even three-year-old children watch this performance, but our children have to master two languages at once, and their vocabulary may not be enough, says tour organizer Anna Adomonene.
Past Buyan Island...or real places described in Pushkin’s fairy tales
Probably everyone remembers from school days lines from Pushkin’s poem:
“Lukomorye has a green oak tree,
The golden chain on the oak tree....”
So, the fabulous Lukomorye, this is not a fictitious place, but a completely real one, was borrowed by Pushkin from the folklore of the Eastern Slavs. This is the territory adjacent to the eastern shore of the Ob Bay, in the area of the modern Tomsk region. And contrary to the children's song with the words “Lukomorye is not on the map, which means there is no way into the fairy tale,” it is depicted on many ancient Western European maps.
In general, “Lukomorye” in the Old Church Slavonic language means “bend of the sea shore,” and in ancient Russian chronicles this toponym is mentioned not in the Far North, but in the region of the Azov and Black Seas and the lower reaches of the Dnieper. The chronicle Lukomorye is one of the habitats of the Polovtsy, who were sometimes called “Lukomorets”. For example, in connection with these regions, Lukomorye is mentioned in “The Tale of Igor’s Campaign.” In “Zadonshchina” in Lukomorye the remnants of Mamai’s army are retreating after the defeat in the Battle of Kulikovo.
Fairytale Buyan also became widely known thanks to Pushkin: on the island of Buyan magical things are stored that help fairy-tale heroes, and a magical oak tree (World Tree) grows. Many folk conspiracies and spells began with the words: “On the sea on Okiyan, on the island on Buyan lies the white-flammable stone Alatyr.” The sacred stone alatyr in Slavic mythology designated the center of the world.
Real Buyan is the German island of Rügen in the Baltic. In ancient times, the West Slavic tribe of Ruyans lived on the island, and in their honor the island was called Ruyan. On the island was Arkona, the main pagan sanctuary of the Baltic Slavs. In subsequent centuries, in Slavic folklore the name was transformed into Buyan.
In general, Pushkin described a lot of interesting things in his works. Scientists, philosophers, historians and psychologists carefully study them and find many interesting facts and discoveries. The tale of Tsar Saltan is of particular interest, since in it the connection with the historical island of Ruyan is visible on every page. So the road to the island: “Past Buyan Island to the kingdom of the glorious Saltan”, this is nothing more than the famous path “from the Varangians to the Greeks” and further east to Byzantium, which was under the rule of the Turkish Sultan at the time the Danes captured the island.
So the thirty-three heroes are a copy of the three hundred warriors of the Sventovit temple who guarded the island from enemies, even the fact that the thirty-three heroes are brothers emphasizes the connection between the army and the brotherhood of the Sventovit temple on Ruyan.
Later, the tradition of protecting the city by three hundred soldiers was transferred to Veliky Novgorod, in which the supreme power belonged not to the veche, as is commonly thought, but to the supreme council of three hundred soldiers, to whom the mayor, prince and bishop were subordinate. They made all the most important decisions in the Novgorod Republic, and only then were they submitted for approval by the veche.
The tale of Tsar Saltan, his son, the glorious and mighty hero Prince Gvidon Saltanovich, and the beautiful Princess Swan, is based on the folk tale “Wonderful Sons.” Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin enriched the folk work with new plot twists, characters and beautiful poetic presentation.
According to the plot of the fairy tale, the king marries a girl who gives birth to his son. But due to envy and betrayal on the part of the weaver and the cook, the princess and her child are chained in a barrel and sent into the sea. There the baby is growing by leaps and bounds. The barrel floats ashore and an adult prince comes out with his mother. He saves the swan from an evil kite, who turns out to be a villain, and the swan turns out to be an enchanted girl...
Read the Tale of Tsar Saltan
Three maidens by the window
We spun late in the evening.
“If only I were a queen,”
One girl says,
Then for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
“If only I were a queen,”
Her sister says,
Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove fabrics.”
“If only I were a queen,”
The third sister said,
I would for the father-king
She gave birth to a hero."
I just managed to say,
The door creaked softly,
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last on everything
He fell in love with it.
“Hello, red maiden,”
He says - be a queen
And give birth to a hero
I'm at the end of September.
You, my dear sisters,
Get out of the bright room,
Follow me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you a weaver,
And the other one is the cook.”
The Tsar Father came out into the vestibule.
Everyone went into the palace.
The king did not gather for long:
Got married that same evening.
Tsar Saltan for an honest feast
He sat down with the young queen;
And then the honest guests
On the ivory bed
They put the young ones
And they left them alone.
The cook is angry in the kitchen,
The weaver is crying at the loom,
And they envy
To the Sovereign's wife.
And the queen is young,
Without putting things off,
I carried it from the first night.
At that time there was war.
Tsar Saltan said goodbye to his wife,
Sitting on a good horse,
She punished herself
Take care of him, loving him.
Meanwhile how far away he is
It beats long and hard,
The time of birth is coming;
God gave them a son in arshin,
And the queen over the child
Like an eagle over an eaglet;
She sends a messenger with a letter,
To please my father.
And the weaver with the cook,
With his in-law Babarikha,
They want to inform her
They are ordered to take over the messenger;
They themselves send another messenger
Here's what, word by word:
“The queen gave birth in the night
Either a son or a daughter;
Not a mouse, not a frog,
And an unknown animal."
As the king-father heard,
What did the messenger tell him?
In anger he began to perform miracles
And he wanted to hang the messenger;
But, having softened this time,
He gave the messenger the following order:
"Wait for the Tsar's return
For a legal solution."
A messenger rides with a letter,
And he finally arrived.
And the weaver with the cook,
With his in-law Babarikha,
They order him to be robbed;
They make the messenger drunk
And his bag is empty
They shove another certificate -
And the drunken messenger brought
On the same day the order is as follows:
“The king orders his boyars,
Without wasting time,
And the queen and the offspring
Secretly throw into the abyss of water."
There is nothing to do: boyars,
Worrying about the sovereign
And to the young queen,
A crowd came to her bedroom.
They declared the king's will -
She and her son have an evil share,
We read the decree aloud,
And the queen at the same hour
They put me in a barrel with my son,
They tarred and drove away
And they let me into Okiyan -
This is what Tsar Saltan ordered.
The stars shine in the blue sky,
In the blue sea the waves are lashing;
A cloud is moving across the sky
A barrel floats on the sea.
Like a bitter widow
The queen is crying and struggling within her;
And the child grows there
Not by days, but by hours.
The day has passed, the queen is screaming...
And the child hurries the wave:
“You, my wave, wave!
You are playful and free;
You splash wherever you want,
You sharpen sea stones
You drown the shores of the earth,
You raise ships -
Don't destroy our soul:
Throw us out onto dry land!”
And the wave listened:
She's right there on the shore
I carried the barrel out lightly
And she left quietly.
Mother and baby saved;
She feels the earth.
But who will take them out of the barrel?
Will God really leave them?
The son rose to his feet,
I rested my head on the bottom,
I strained a little:
“It’s like there’s a window looking out into the yard
Should we do it? - he said,
Knocked the bottom out and walked out.
Mother and son are now free;
They see a hill in a wide field,
The sea is blue all around,
Green oak over the hill.
The son thought: good dinner
However, we would need it.
He breaks the oak branch
And bends the bow tightly,
Silk cord from the cross
I strung an oak bow,
I broke a thin cane,
He pointed the arrow lightly
And went to the edge of the valley
Look for game by the sea.
He just approaches the sea,
It’s like he hears a groan...
Apparently the sea is not quiet;
He looks and sees the matter dashingly:
The swan beats among the swells,
The kite flies over her;
That poor thing is just splashing,
The water is muddy and gushing all around...
He's already unfurled his claws,
The bloody beak pricked up...
But just as the arrow began to sing,
I hit a kite in the neck -
The kite shed blood in the sea,
The prince lowered his bow;
Looks: a kite is drowning in the sea
And it doesn’t moan like a bird’s cry,
The swan is swimming around
The evil kite pecks
Death is hastening near,
Beats with its wing and drowns in the sea -
And then to the prince
Says in Russian:
“You, prince, are my savior,
My mighty savior,
Don't worry about me
You won't eat for three days
That the arrow was lost at sea;
This grief is not grief.
I will repay you with kindness
I will serve you later:
You didn’t deliver the swan,
He left the girl alive;
You didn't kill the kite,
The sorcerer was shot.
I will never forget you:
You'll find me everywhere
And now you come back,
Don’t worry and go to bed.”
The swan bird flew away
And the prince and queen,
Having spent the whole day like this,
We decided to go to bed on an empty stomach.
The prince opened his eyes;
Shaking off the dreams of the night
And marveling at myself
He sees the city is big,
Walls with frequent battlements,
And behind the white walls
Church domes sparkle
And holy monasteries.
He will quickly wake up the queen;
She will gasp!.. “Will it happen? —
He says, I see:
My swan amuses itself."
Mother and son go to the city.
We just stepped outside the fence,
Deafening ringing
Rose from all sides:
People are pouring towards them,
The church choir praises God;
In golden carts
A lush courtyard greets them;
Everyone calls them loudly
And the prince is crowned
Princes cap and head
They shout over themselves;
And among his capital,
With the queen's permission,
On the same day he began to reign
And he was named: Prince Guidon.
The wind blows on the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With full sails.
The shipbuilders are amazed
There are crowds on the boat,
On a familiar island
They see a miracle in reality:
The new golden-domed city,
A pier with a strong outpost;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
Traded sables
Silver foxes;
And now our time has come,
We're going straight east
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
I bow to him."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
From the shore with a sad soul
Accompanying their long run;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
The prince sadly replies:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up,
Defeated the young man:
I would like to see my father."
Swan to the prince: “This is the grief!
Well, listen: you want to go to sea
Fly behind the ship?
Be a mosquito, prince.”
And flapped her wings,
The water splashed noisily
And sprayed him
From head to toe everything.
Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in the gap.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With his in-law Babarikha,
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good across the sea, or is it bad?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says,
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That’s what they call a miracle.”
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
“You damned midge!
We you!..” And he through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.
Again the prince walks by the sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Are you sad about what?” -
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up;
Wonderful miracle
I'd like to. There is somewhere
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce there is a squirrel;
It’s a miracle, really, not a trifle -
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
But maybe people are lying."
The swan answers the prince:
“The world tells the truth about the squirrel;
I know this miracle;
Enough, prince, my soul,
Do not worry; glad to serve
I will show you friendship."
With a cheerful soul
The prince went home;
As soon as I stepped into the wide courtyard -
Well, under the tall tree,
He sees the squirrel in front of everyone
The golden one gnaws a nut,
The emerald takes out,
And he collects the shells,
Places equal piles
And sings with a whistle
To be honest in front of all the people:
Whether in the garden or in the vegetable garden.
Prince Guidon was amazed.
“Well, thank you,” he said, “
Oh yes, the swan - God forbid,
It’s the same fun for me.”
Prince for the squirrel later
Built a crystal house
The guard was assigned to him
And besides, he forced the clerk
A strict account of nuts is the news.
Profit for the prince, honor for the squirrel.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city:
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost;
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded horses
All by Don stallions,
And now our time has come...
And the road lies far ahead for us:
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan..."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan;
Yes, say: Prince Guidon
He sends his regards to the Tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea - and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince prays: the soul asks,
So it pulls and carries away...
Here she is again
Instantly sprayed everything:
The prince turned into a fly,
Flew and fell
Between sea and sky
He boarded the ship and climbed into the crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan-
And the desired country
Now it’s visible from a distance;
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with Babarikha
Yes with a crooked cook
They sit near the king,
They look like angry toads.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad across the sea?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
A tame squirrel lives there,
Yes, what an adventure!
The squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
The servants are guarding the squirrel,
They serve her as servants of various kinds -
And a clerk was appointed
A strict account of nuts is the news;
The army salutes her;
A coin is poured from the shells,
Let them go around the world;
Girls pour emerald
Into the storerooms, and under cover;
Everyone on that island is rich
There are no pictures, there are chambers everywhere;
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"If only I'm alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
Smiling secretly,
The weaver says to the king:
“What’s so wonderful about this? Here you go!
The squirrel gnaws pebbles,
Throws gold into piles
Rakes in emeralds;
This won't surprise us
Is it true or not?
There is another wonder in the world:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will spill in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
It's a miracle, it's such a miracle
It’s fair to say!”
The smart guests are silent,
They don't want to argue with her.
Tsar Saltan marvels,
And Guidon is angry, angry...
He buzzed and just
sat on my aunt's left eye,
And the weaver turned pale:
"Ouch!" and immediately frowned;
Everyone shouts: “Catch, catch,
Yes, push her, push her...
That's it! wait a little
Wait..." And the prince through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Arrived across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a stormy day?
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up -
I would like something wonderful
Transfer me to my destiny.”
“What a miracle is this?”
- Somewhere it will swell violently
Okiyan will raise a howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Splashes in a noisy run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The swan answers the prince:
“What, prince, confuses you?
Don't worry, my soul,
I know this miracle.
These knights of the sea
After all, my brothers are all my own.
Don't be sad, go
Wait for your brothers to visit."
The prince went, forgetting his grief,
Sat on the tower and on the sea
He began to look; the sea suddenly
It shook around
Splashed in a noisy run
And left on the shore
Thirty-three heroes;
In scales, like the heat of grief,
The knights are coming in pairs,
And, shining with gray hair,
The guy is walking ahead
And he leads them to the city.
Prince Guidon escapes from the tower,
Greets dear guests;
People are running in a hurry;
The uncle says to the prince:
“The swan sent us to you
And she punished
Keep your glorious city
And go around on patrol.
From now on every day we
We will definitely be together
At your high walls
To emerge from the waters of the sea,
So we'll see you soon,
And now it's time for us to go to sea;
The air of the earth is heavy for us.”
Everyone then went home.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
With sails raised
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
We traded damask steel
Pure silver and gold,
And now our time has come;
But the road is far away for us,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then tells them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious Tsar Saltan.
Yes, tell me: Prince Guidon
I send my regards to the Tsar.”
The guests bowed to the prince,
They went out and hit the road.
The prince goes to the sea, and the swan is there
Already walking on the waves.
The prince again: the soul is asking...
So it pulls and carries away...
And again she him
Sprayed everything in an instant.
Here he has shrunk a lot,
The prince turned like a bumblebee,
It flew and buzzed;
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
To the stern - and hid in the gap.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees, all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown,
With a sad thought on his face.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They sit near the king -
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad;
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
Every day there is a miracle there:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run -
And they will remain on the shore
Thirty-three heroes
In the scales of golden grief,
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection;
Old uncle Chernomor
With them comes out of the sea
And takes them out in pairs,
To keep that island
And go around on patrol -
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And Prince Guidon sits there;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle.
"As long as I'm alive,
I will visit the wonderful island
And I’ll stay with the prince.”
Cook and weaver
Not a word - but Babarikha
Smiling, he says:
“Who will surprise us with this?
People come out of the sea
And they wander around on patrol!
Are they telling the truth or lying?
I don't see Diva here.
Are there such divas in the world?
Here goes the rumor that is true:
There is a princess beyond the sea,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth,
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Swims out like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
It is fair to say,
It’s a miracle, it’s such a miracle.”
The smart guests are silent:
They don’t want to argue with the woman.
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle -
And although the prince is angry,
But he regrets his eyes
His old grandmother:
He buzzes over her, spins -
Sits right on her nose,
The hero stung his nose:
A blister appeared on my nose.
And again the alarm began:
“Help, for God's sake!
Guard! catch, catch,
Push him, push him...
That's it! wait a little
Wait!..” And the bumblebee through the window,
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.
The prince walks by the blue sea,
He doesn’t take his eyes off the blue sea;
Look - above the flowing waters
A white swan is swimming.
“Hello, my handsome prince!
Why are you as quiet as a rainy day?
Why are you sad?” —
She tells him.
Prince Guidon answers her:
“Sadness and melancholy eats me up:
People get married; I see
I’m the only one who’s unmarried.”
-Who do you have in mind?
You have? - “Yes in the world,
They say there is a princess
That you can't take your eyes off.
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night the earth lights up -
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
He speaks sweetly,
It's like a river is babbling.
Just, come on, is this true?”
The prince waits with fear for an answer.
The white swan is silent
And, after thinking, he says:
"Yes! there is such a girl.
But the wife is not a mitten:
You can’t shake off the white pen,
You can't put it under your belt.
I'll give you some advice -
Listen: about everything about it
Think about it,
I wouldn’t repent later.”
The prince began to swear before her,
That it's time for him to get married,
What about all this
He changed his mind along the way;
What is ready with a passionate soul
Behind the beautiful princess
He walks away
At least distant lands.
The swan is here, taking a deep breath,
She said: “Why far away?
Know that your destiny is near,
After all, this princess is me.”
Here she is, flapping her wings,
Flew over the waves
And to the shore from above
Sank into the bushes
Started up, shook myself off
And she turned around like a princess:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns;
And she herself is majestic,
Protrudes like a peahen;
And as the speech says,
It's like a river babbling.
The prince hugs the princess,
Presses to a white chest
And he leads her quickly
To your dear mother.
The prince is at her feet, begging:
“Dear Empress!
I chose my wife
Daughter obedient to you,
We ask for both permissions,
Your blessing:
Bless the children
Live in advice and love."
Above their humble head
Mother with a miraculous icon
She sheds tears and says:
“God will reward you, children.”
The prince did not take long to get ready,
He married the princess;
They began to live and live,
Yes, wait for the offspring.
The wind blows across the sea
And the boat speeds up;
He runs in the waves
On full sails
Past the steep island,
Past the big city;
The guns are firing from the pier,
The ship is ordered to land.
Guests arrive at the outpost.
Prince Guidon invites them to visit,
He feeds and waters them
And he orders me to keep the answer:
“What are you, guests, bargaining with?
And where are you sailing now?
The shipbuilders responded:
"We've traveled all over the world,
We traded for a reason
Unspecified product;
But the road lies far ahead for us:
Head back to the east,
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan."
The prince then said to them:
"Good journey to you, gentlemen,
By sea along Okiyan
To the glorious I give to Saltan;
Yes, remind him
To my sovereign:
He promised to visit us,
And I haven’t gotten around to it yet -
I send him my regards."
The guests are on their way, and Prince Guidon
Stayed home this time
And he did not separate from his wife.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And a familiar country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore.
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit.
Guests see: in the palace
The king sits in his crown,
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They sit near the king,
All three are looking at four.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
“Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good across the sea, or is it bad?
And what miracle is there in the world?”
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
An island lies on the sea,
There is a city on the island,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens;
The spruce tree grows in front of the palace,
And below it is a crystal house;
The tame squirrel lives in it,
Yes, what a miracle worker!
Squirrel sings songs
Yes, he keeps nibbling on nuts;
And nuts are not simple,
The shells are golden
The cores are pure emerald;
The squirrel is groomed and protected.
There's another miracle:
The sea will swell violently,
It will boil, it will howl,
It rushes onto the empty shore,
Will splash in a quick run,
And they will find themselves on the shore,
In scales, like the heat of grief,
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are daring,
Young giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
And there is no more reliable guard,
Neither braver nor more diligent.
And the prince has a wife,
What you can't take your eyes off:
During the day the light of God is eclipsed,
At night it illuminates the earth;
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star is burning.
Prince Guidon rules that city,
Everyone praises him diligently;
He sent you his regards,
Yes, he blames you:
He promised to visit us,
But I haven’t gotten around to it yet.”
At this point the king could not resist,
He ordered the fleet to be equipped.
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha,
They don't want to let the king in
A wonderful island to visit.
But Saltan does not listen to them
And it just calms them down:
"What am I? king or child? —
He says not jokingly: -
I’m going now!” -Here he stomped
He went out and slammed the door.
Guidon sits under the window,
Silently looks at the sea:
It doesn’t make noise, it doesn’t whip,
Only barely, barely trembles,
And in the azure distance
Ships appeared:
Along the Okiyan plains
Tsar Saltan's fleet is on its way.
Prince Guidon then jumped up,
He cried loudly:
“My dear mother!
You, young princess!
Look there:
Father is coming here."
The fleet is already approaching the island.
Prince Guidon blows the trumpet:
The king is standing on deck
And he looks at them through the pipe;
With him is a weaver and a cook,
With his in-law Babarikha;
They are surprised
To the unknown side.
The cannons were fired at once;
The bell towers began to ring;
Guidon himself goes to the sea;
There he meets the king
With the cook and the weaver,
With his in-law Babarikha;
He led the king into the city,
Without saying anything.
Everyone now goes to the wards:
The armor shines at the gate,
And stand in the eyes of the king
Thirty-three heroes
All the handsome men are young,
Daring giants
Everyone is equal, as if by selection,
Uncle Chernomor is with them.
The king stepped into the broad courtyard:
There under the tall tree
The squirrel sings a song
The golden nut gnaws
Emerald takes out
And puts it in a bag;
And the large yard is sown
Golden shell.
Guests are far away - hurriedly
They look - well, the princess is a miracle:
The moon shines under the scythe,
And in the forehead the star burns;
And she herself is majestic,
Performs like a peahen
And she leads her mother-in-law.
The king looks and finds out...
Zealousness surged within him!
"What I see? what's happened?
How!" - and the spirit in him began to...
The king burst into tears,
He hugs the queen
And son, and young lady,
And everyone sits down at the table;
And the merry feast began.
And the weaver with the cook,
With his in-law Babarikha,
They fled to the corners;
They were found there by force.
Here they confessed everything,
They apologised, burst into tears;
Such a king for joy
Sent all three home.
The day has passed - Tsar Saltan
They went to bed half drunk.
I was there; honey, drank beer -
And he just wet his mustache.
(Illustration V. Laguna, West Siberian Institute, 1985)
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