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Fairy tale mermaid sits on the branches. Alexander Pushkin - Green oak near the Lukomorye: Verse

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DEDICATION

For you, the soul of my queen,
Beauties, for you alone
Tales of times gone by,
During golden leisure hours,
Under the whisper of chatty old times,
I wrote with a faithful hand;
Please accept my playful work!
Without demanding anyone's praise,
I am already happy with sweet hope,
What a maiden with the trembling of love
Maybe he'll look furtively
To my sinful songs.

SONG ONE

There is a green oak near the Lukomorye,
Golden chain on the oak tree:
Day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
He goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - he tells a fairy tale.

There are miracles there: a goblin wanders there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
There's a hut there on chicken legs
It stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valley are full of visions;
There the waves will rush in at dawn
The beach is sandy and empty,
And thirty beautiful knights;
From time to time clear waters emerge,
And their sea uncle is with them;
The prince is there in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds in front of the people
Through the forests, across the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf serves her faithfully;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
She walks and wanders by herself;
There, King Kashchei is wasting away over gold;
There's a Russian spirit there... it smells like Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
The cat was sitting under him, a scientist
He told me his fairy tales.
I remember one: this fairy tale
Now I will tell the world...

Things of days gone by
Deep legends of antiquity.

In the crowd of mighty sons,
With friends, in the high grid
Vladimir the sun feasted;
He gave away his youngest daughter
For the brave prince Ruslan
And honey from a heavy glass
I drank to their health.
Our ancestors did not eat soon,
It didn't take long to move around
Ladles, silver bowls
With boiling beer and wine.
They poured joy into my heart,
Foam hissed around the edges,
It is important that the teacups wore them
And they bowed low to the guests.
Speeches merged into indistinct noise:
A cheerful circle of guests buzzes;
But suddenly a pleasant voice was heard
And the sound of the harp is a fluent sound;
Everyone fell silent and listened to Bayan:
And the sweet singer praises
Lyudmila-precious and Ruslana
And Lelem made a crown for him.

But, tired of ardent passion,
Ruslan, in love, does not eat or drink;
He looks at his dear friend,
Sighs, gets angry, burns
And, pinching my mustache with impatience,
Counts every moment.
In despondency, with a cloudy brow,
At a noisy wedding table
Three young knights are sitting;
Silent, behind an empty bucket,
Forgot the circular cups,
And the trash is unpleasant to them;
They do not hear the prophetic Bayan;
They looked down, embarrassed:
Those are three rivals of Ruslan;
The unfortunate are hidden in the soul
Love and hate are poison.
One - Rogdai, brave warrior,
Pushing the limits with a sword
Rich Kyiv fields;
The other is Farlaf, an arrogant loudmouth,
In feasts, not defeated by anyone,
But the warrior is humble among swords;
The last one, full of passionate thought,
Young Khazar Khan Ratmir:
All three are pale and gloomy,
And a merry feast is not a feast for them.

Here it is over; stand in rows
Mixed in noisy crowds,
And everyone looks at the young people:
The bride lowered her eyes
As if my heart was depressed,
And the joyful groom shines.
But the shadow embraces all nature,
It’s already close to midnight; it’s deaf;
The boyars, dozing off from honey,
With a bow they went home.
The groom is delighted, in ecstasy:
He caresses in the imagination
The beauty of a shy maid;
But with secret, sad tenderness
Grand Duke blessing
Gives a young couple.

And here is the young bride
Lead to the wedding bed;
The lights went out... and the night
Lel lights the lamp.
Sweet hopes have come true,
Gifts are being prepared for love;
Jealous robes will fall
On Constantinople carpets...
Do you hear the loving whisper
And the sweet sound of kisses
And an intermittent murmur
The last timidity?... Spouse
Feels delight in advance;
And then they came... Suddenly
Thunder struck, light flashed in the fog,
The lamp goes out, the smoke runs out,
Everything around is dark, everything is trembling,
And Ruslan’s soul froze. . .
Everything fell silent. In the menacing silence
A strange voice was heard twice,
And someone in the smoky depths
Soared blacker than the foggy darkness.

And again the tower is empty and quiet;
The frightened groom stands up
Cold sweat rolls off your face;
Trembling, with a cold hand
He asks the mute darkness...
About grief: there is no dear friend!
The air is empty;
Lyudmila is not in the thick darkness,
Abducted by an unknown force.

Oh, if love is a martyr
Suffering hopelessly from passion;
Even though life is sad, my friends,
However, it is still possible to live.
But after many, many years
Hug your loving friend
The object of desires, tears, longing,
And suddenly a minute wife
Lose forever... oh friends,
Of course it would be better if I died!

However, unhappy Ruslan is alive.
But what did the Grand Duke say?
Suddenly struck by a terrible rumor,
I became angry at my son-in-law,
He convenes him and the court:
"Where, where is Lyudmila?" - asks
With a terrible, fiery brow.
Ruslan doesn't hear. "Children, friends!
I remember my previous achievements:
Oh, have mercy on the old man!
Tell me which one of you agrees
Jump after my daughter?
Whose feat will not be in vain,
Therefore, suffer, cry, villain!
He couldn’t save his wife! -
To him I will give her as a wife
With half the kingdom of my great-grandfathers.
Who will volunteer, children, friends?..”
“I am,” said the sorrowful groom.
"I! I!" - exclaimed with Rogdai
Farlaf and joyful Ratmir:
“Now we saddle our horses;
We are happy to travel all over the world.

Our Father, let us not prolong the separation;
Don't be afraid: we're going for the princess."
And gratefully dumb
In tears he stretches out his hands to them
An old man, exhausted by melancholy.
All four go out together;
Ruslan was killed by despondency;
Thought of the Lost Bride
It torments and kills him.

They sit on zealous horses;
Along the banks of the Dnieper happy
They fly in swirling dust;
Already hiding in the distance;

The riders are no longer visible...
But he still looks for a long time
Grand Duke in an empty field
And the thought flies after them.

Ruslan languished silently,
Having lost both meaning and memory.
Looking over your shoulder arrogantly
And it’s important to put your hands on your hips, Farlaf
Pouting, he drove after Ruslan.
He says: "I force
I've broken free, friends!
Well, will I soon meet the giant?
Surely blood will flow,
These are the victims of jealous love!
Have fun, my faithful sword,
Have fun, my zealous horse!"

Khazar Khan, in his mind
Already hugging Lyudmila,
Almost dancing over the saddle;
The blood in him is young
The gaze is full of the fire of hope;
Then he gallops at full speed,
It teases the dashing runner,
It circles, rears up,
Ile boldly rushes to the hills again.

Rogday is gloomy, silent - not a word...
Fearing an unknown fate
And tormented by vain jealousy,
He is the most worried
And often his gaze is terrible
He looks gloomily at the prince.

Rivals on the same road
Everyone travels together all day.
The Dnieper became dark and sloping;
The shadow of the night pours from the east;
The fogs over the Dnieper are deep;
It's time for their horses to rest.
There's a wide path under the mountain
A wide path crossed.
“Let’s go our separate ways, dammit!” they said.
Let us entrust ourselves to the unknown fate."
And every horse, not smelling steel,
By will, I chose the path for myself.

What are you doing, Ruslan, unhappy,
Alone in desert silence?
Lyudmila, the wedding day is terrible,
It seems like you saw everything in a dream.
Pushing the copper helmet over his eyebrows,
Leaving the reins from powerful hands,
You're walking between the fields,
And slowly in your soul
Hope dies, faith fades.

There is an old man in the cave; clear view,
Calm gaze, gray hair;
The lamp in front of him is burning;
He sits behind an ancient book,
Reading it carefully.
"Welcome, my son!"
He said with a smile to Ruslan:
I've been here alone for twenty years
In the darkness of the old life I wither;
But finally I waited for the day
Long foreseen by me.
We are brought together by fate;
Sit down and listen to me.
Ruslan, you have lost Lyudmila;
Your strong spirit is losing strength;
But a quick moment of evil will rush by:
For a while, fate befell you.
With hope, cheerful faith
Go for everything, don’t be discouraged;
Forward! with a sword and a bold chest
Make your way to midnight.

Find out, Ruslan: your insulter
The terrible wizard Chernomor,
Longtime thief of beauties,
Full owner of the mountains.
No one else in his abode
Until now the gaze has not penetrated;
But you, destroyer of evil machinations,
You will enter it, and the villain
He will die by your hand.
I don't have to tell you anymore:
The fate of your coming days,
My son, from now on it is your will."

Our knight fell at the feet of the old man
And in joy he kisses his hand.
The world brightens before his eyes,
And the heart forgot the torment.
He came to life again; and suddenly again
There is a sadness on the flushed face...
“The reason for your melancholy is clear;
But sadness is not difficult to disperse, -
The old man said: you are terrible
Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;
Calm down, know: it is in vain
And the young maiden is not afraid.
He brings down the stars from the sky,
He whistles - the moon trembles;
But against the time of the law
His science is not strong.
Jealous, reverent guardian
Locks of merciless doors,
He's just a weak torturer
Your lovely captive.
He silently wanders around her,
Curses his cruel lot...
But, good knight, the day passes,
But you need peace."

Ruslan lies down on soft moss
Before the dying fire;
He is looking for sleep,
Sighs, turns slowly...
In vain! Knight finally:
"I can't sleep, my father!
What to do: I am sick at heart,
And it’s not a dream, how sickening it is to live.
Let me refresh my heart
Your holy conversation.
Forgive me the impudent question,
Open up: who are you, O blessed one?
Fate's confidant is incomprehensible
Who brought you to the desert?"

Sighing with a sad smile,
The old man replied: “Dear son,
I've already forgotten my distant homeland
Gloomy edge. Natural Finn,
In the valleys known to us alone,
Chasing the herd from the surrounding villages,
In my carefree youth I knew
Some dense oak groves,
Streams, caves of our rocks
Yes, wild poverty is fun.
But to live in gratifying silence
It didn't last long for me.

Ah, knight, it was Naina!
I go to her - and the fatal flame
I was rewarded for my daring gaze,
And I recognized love in my soul
With her heavenly joy,
With her painful melancholy.

Half of the year has flown away;
I opened up to her with trepidation,
He said: I love you, Naina.
But my timid sorrow
Naina listened with pride,
Loving only your charms,
And she answered indifferently:
"Shepherd, I don't love you!"

And everything became wild and gloomy for me:
Native bush, shade of oak trees,
Merry games of shepherds -
Nothing consoled the melancholy.
In despondency, the heart dried up and sluggishly.
And finally I thought
Leave Finnish fields;
Seas of faithless depths
Swim across with a brotherly squad,
And deserve the glory of abuse
Naina's proud attention.
I called the brave fishermen
Look for dangers and gold.

For the first time the quiet land of fathers
I heard the swearing sound of damask steel
And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.
I sailed into the distance, full of hope,
With a crowd of fearless countrymen;
We are ten years of snow and waves
They were stained with the blood of enemies.
Rumor spread: the kings of a foreign land
They were afraid of my insolence;
Their proud squads
The northern swords fled.
We had fun, we fought menacingly,
They shared tributes and gifts,
And they sat down with the vanquished
For friendly feasts.
But a heart full of Naina,
Under the noise of battle and feasts,
I was languishing in secret sorrow,
Searched for the Finnish coast.
It's time to go home, I said, friends!

Let's hang up the idle chain mail
Under the shadow of my native hut.
He said - and the oars rustled;
And, leaving fear behind,
To the Gulf of the Fatherland dear
We flew in with proud joy.

Long-time dreams have come true,
Ardent wishes come true!
A minute of sweet goodbye
And you sparkled for me!
At the feet of the haughty beauty
I brought a bloody sword,
Corals, gold and pearls;
Before her, intoxicated with passion,
Surrounded by a silent swarm
Her envious friends
I stood as an obedient prisoner;
But the maiden hid from me,
Saying with an air of indifference:
"Hero, I don't love you!"

Why tell me, my son,
What is there no power to retell?
Ah, and now alone, alone,
Soul asleep, at the door of the grave,
I remember sorrow, and sometimes,
How a thought is born about the past,
By my gray beard
A heavy tear rolls down.

But listen: in my homeland
Between the desert fishermen
Wonderful science lurks.
Under the roof of eternal silence,
Among the forests, in the distant wilderness
Gray-haired sorcerers live;
To objects of high wisdom
All their thoughts are directed;
Everyone hears their terrible voice,
What happened and what will happen again,
And they are subject to their formidable will
And the coffin and love itself.

And I, a greedy seeker of love,
Decided in joyless sadness
Attract Naina with charms
And in the proud heart of a cold maiden
Ignite love with magic.
Hastened into the arms of freedom,
Into the lonely darkness of the forests;
And there, in the teachings of sorcerers,
Spent invisible years.
The long-awaited moment has come,
And the terrible secret of nature
I realized with bright thoughts:
I learned the power of spells.
The crown of love, the crown of desires!
Now, Naina, you are mine!
The victory is ours, I thought.
But really the winner
There was rock, my persistent persecutor.

Tell me, is heaven really
Have you been changed so badly?
Tell me, how long has it been since you left the light?
Have I parted with my soul and my sweetheart?
How long ago?.. “Exactly forty years,”
There was a fatal answer from the maiden: -
Today I hit seventy.
“What should I do,” she squeaks to me, “
The years have flown by,
My, your spring has passed -
We both managed to grow old.
But, friend, listen: it doesn’t matter
Loss of unfaithful youth.
Of course, I'm gray now,
A little hunchbacked, maybe;
Not like it was in the old days,
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added the chatterbox)
I’ll tell you a secret: I’m a witch!”

And it really was like that.
Mute, motionless in front of her,
I was a complete fool
With all my wisdom.

But here's something terrible: witchcraft
It was completely unfortunate.
My gray deity
There was a new passion for me.
Curling his terrible mouth into a smile,
Freak with a grave voice
He mumbles a confession of love to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, looking down;
She continued through her cough.
Heavy, passionate conversation:
“So, now I recognize the heart;
I see, true friend, it
Born for tender passion;
Feelings woke up, I'm burning
I'm yearning for love...
Come into my arms...
Oh darling, darling! I'm dying..."

And meanwhile she, Ruslan,
She blinked with languid eyes;
And meanwhile for my caftan
She held herself with her skinny arms;
And meanwhile I was dying,
I closed my eyes in horror;
And suddenly I couldn’t stand the urine;
I broke out screaming and ran.
She followed: “Oh, unworthy!
You have disturbed my calm age,
The days are bright for the innocent maiden!
You have achieved Naina's love,
And you despise - these are men!
They all breathe treason!
Alas, blame yourself;
He seduced me, wretched one!
I gave myself up to passionate love...
Traitor, monster! oh shame!
But tremble, maiden thief!

So we parted. From now on
Living in my solitude
With a disappointed soul;
And in the world there is consolation for the old man
Nature, wisdom and peace.

The grave is already calling me;
But the feelings are the same
The old lady hasn't forgotten yet
And the late flame of love
Turned from frustration into anger.
Loving evil with a black soul,
The old witch of course
He will hate you too;
But grief on earth does not last forever."

Our knight greedily listened
Stories of an Elder: Clear Eyes
I didn’t fall into a light nap
And a quiet flight of the night
I didn't hear it in deep thought.
But the day shines radiantly...
With a sigh the grateful knight
Volume of the old sorcerer;
The soul is full of hope;
Gets out. Legs squeezed
Ruslan of the neighing horse,
He recovered in the saddle and whistled.
"My father, do not leave me."
And gallops across the empty meadow.

Gray-haired sage to a young friend
Shouts after him: “Happy journey!
Forgive, love your wife,
Don’t forget the elder’s advice!”

A.S. Pushkin

There is a green oak near the Lukomorye

From the poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila"

There is a green oak near the Lukomorye;
Golden chain on the oak tree:
Day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
He goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - he tells a fairy tale.
There are miracles there: a goblin wanders there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
There's a hut there on chicken legs
It stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valley are full of visions;
There the waves will rush in at dawn
The beach is sandy and empty,
And thirty beautiful knights
From time to time clear waters emerge,
And their sea uncle is with them;
The prince is there in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds in front of the people
Through the forests, across the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf serves her faithfully;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
She walks and wanders by herself,
There, King Kashchei is wasting away over gold;
There's a Russian spirit... it smells like Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
The scientist cat sat under him
He told me his fairy tales.

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Pushkin describes real events of the past. Lukomorye is the shore of the White (Russian) Sea to the east of Arkhangelsk. The golden chain is a chain of bright events that took place in the zone of action of the oak biofield and recorded in annual rings (flash drive) cyclically, i.e. recording occurs only in the summer, when the oak is green. A learned cat is a psychic (sorcerer) who reads this information and reveals it to RUSSIANS who are thirsty for knowledge, a mermaid (do not confuse it with a thirsty, thirsty alcoholic, a thirsty, drunkard). There's a guy wandering nearby, a lazy guy - he doesn't need knowledge, he's superfluous there, that is, he's a goblin.
And then he sets out pictures of the past,
There's a hut there on chicken legs
stands without windows without doors - This is KRODA. It was like this: the coffin with the body of the deceased was placed on two nearby tree trunks, cut down at a level of 1.5 m from the ground and burned in order to free the human essence from the connection (ethereal, astral, mental) with the deceased body and facilitate the transition, thereby preserving potential until the next incarnation in this family (if you're lucky). The trees were not sawed again, because the trunks were charred and the roots were exposed from repeated events. And so on....

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There is a green oak near the Lukomorye;

Golden chain on the oak tree:

Day and night the cat is a scientist

Everything goes round and round in a chain;

He goes to the right - the song starts,

To the left - he tells a fairy tale.

There are miracles there: a goblin wanders there,

The mermaid sits on the branches;

There on unknown paths

Traces of unseen beasts;

There's a hut there on chicken legs

It stands without windows, without doors;

There the forest and valley are full of visions;

There the waves will rush in at dawn

The beach is sandy and empty,

And thirty beautiful knights

From time to time clear waters emerge,

And their sea uncle is with them;

The prince is there in passing

Captivates the formidable king;

There in the clouds in front of the people

Through the forests, across the seas

The sorcerer carries the hero;

In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,

And the brown wolf serves her faithfully;

There is a stupa with Baba Yaga

She walks and wanders by herself;

There, King Kashchei is wasting away over gold;

There is a Russian spirit there... it smells like Russia!

And there I was, and I drank honey;

I saw a green oak by the sea;

The scientist cat sat under him

He told me his fairy tales.

I remember one: this fairy tale

Now I will tell the world...

Things of days gone by

Deep legends of antiquity.

In the crowd of mighty sons,

With friends, in the high grid

Vladimir the sun feasted;

He gave away his youngest daughter

For the brave prince Ruslan

And honey from a heavy glass

I drank to their health.

Our ancestors did not eat soon,

It didn't take long to move around

Ladles, silver bowls

With boiling beer and wine.

They poured joy into my heart,

Foam hissed around the edges,

It is important that the teacups wore them

And they bowed low to the guests.

Speeches merged into indistinct noise;

A cheerful circle buzzes with guests;

But suddenly a pleasant voice was heard

And the sound of the harp is a fluent sound;

Everyone fell silent and listened to Bayan:

And the sweet singer praises

Lyudmila is lovely, and Ruslana,

And Lelem made a crown for him.

But, tired of ardent passion,

Ruslan, in love, does not eat or drink;

He looks at his dear friend,

Sighs, gets angry, burns

And, pinching my mustache with impatience,

Counts every moment.

In despondency, with a cloudy brow,

At a noisy wedding table

Three young knights are sitting;

Silent, behind an empty bucket,

Circular cups are forgotten,

And the trash is unpleasant to them;

They do not hear the prophetic Bayan;

They looked down, embarrassed:

Those are three rivals of Ruslan;

The unfortunate are hidden in the soul

Love and hate are poison.

One - Rogdai, brave warrior,

Pushing the limits with a sword

Rich Kyiv fields;

The other is Farlaf, an arrogant loudmouth,

In feasts, not defeated by anyone,

But the warrior is humble among swords;

The last one, full of passionate thought,

Young Khazar Khan Ratmir:

All three are pale and gloomy,

And a merry feast is not a feast for them.

Here it is over; stand in rows

Mixed in noisy crowds,

And everyone looks at the young people:

The bride lowered her eyes

As if my heart was depressed,

And the joyful groom shines.

But the shadow embraces all nature,

It’s already close to midnight; it’s deaf;

The boyars, dozing off from the honey,

With a bow they went home.

The groom is delighted, in ecstasy:

He caresses in the imagination

The beauty of a shy maid;

But with secret, sad tenderness

Grand Duke blessing

Gives a young couple.

And here is the young bride

Lead to the wedding bed;

The lights went out... and the night

Lel lights the lamp.

Sweet hopes have come true,

Gifts are being prepared for love;

Jealous robes will fall

On Tsaregrad carpets...

Do you hear a lover's whisper,

And the sweet sound of kisses,

And an intermittent murmur

The last timidity?.. Spouse

Feels delight in advance;

And then they came... Suddenly

Thunder struck, light flashed in the fog,

The lamp goes out, the smoke runs out,

Everything around is dark, everything is trembling,

And Ruslan’s soul froze...

Everything fell silent. In the menacing silence

And someone in the smoky depths

Soared blacker than the foggy darkness...

And again the tower is empty and quiet;

The frightened groom stands up

Cold sweat rolls off your face;

Trembling, with a cold hand

He asks the mute darkness...

About grief: there is no dear friend!

The air is empty;

Lyudmila is not in the thick darkness,

Abducted by an unknown force.

Oh, if love is a martyr

Suffering hopelessly from passion,

Even though life is sad, my friends,

However, it is still possible to live.

But after many, many years

Hug your loving friend

The object of desires, tears, longing,

And suddenly a minute wife

Lose forever... oh friends,

Of course it would be better if I died!

However, unhappy Ruslan is alive.

But what did the Grand Duke say?

Suddenly struck down by a terrible rumor,

I became angry at my son-in-law,

He convenes him and the court:

“Where, where is Lyudmila?” - asks

With a terrible, fiery brow.

Ruslan doesn't hear. “Children, friends!

I remember my previous achievements:

Oh, have mercy on the old man!

Tell me which one of you agrees

Jump after my daughter?

Whose feat will not be in vain,

Therefore, suffer, cry, villain!

He couldn’t save his wife! -

To him I will give her as a wife

With half the kingdom of my great-grandfathers.

Who will volunteer, children, friends?..”

"I!" - said the sad groom.

"I! I!" - exclaimed with Rogdai

Farlaf and joyful Ratmir:

“Now we saddle our horses;

We are happy to travel all over the world.

Our Father, let us not prolong the separation;

Don’t be afraid: we’re going for the princess.”

And gratefully dumb

In tears he stretches out his hands to them

An old man, exhausted by melancholy.

All four go out together;

Ruslan was killed by despondency;

Thought of the Lost Bride

It torments and kills him.

They sit on zealous horses;

Along the banks of the Dnieper happy

They fly in swirling dust;

Already hiding in the distance;

The riders are no longer visible...

But he still looks for a long time

Grand Duke in an empty field

And the thought flies after them.

Ruslan languished silently,

Having lost both meaning and memory.

Looking over your shoulder arrogantly

And it’s important to put your arms akimbo, Farlaf,

Pouting, he followed Ruslan.

He says: “I force

I've broken free, friends!

Well, will I soon meet the giant?

Surely blood will flow,

These are the victims of jealous love!

Have fun, my faithful sword,

Have fun, my zealous horse!”

Khazar Khan, in his mind

Already hugging Lyudmila,

Almost dancing over the saddle;

The blood in him is young,

The look is full of fire of hope:

Then he gallops at full speed,

It teases the dashing runner,

Circles, rears up

Ile boldly rushes to the hills again.

Rogday is gloomy, silent - not a word...

Fearing an unknown fate

And tormented by vain jealousy,

He is the most worried

And often his gaze is terrible

Gloomily directed at the prince.

Rivals on the same road

Everyone travels together all day.

The Dnieper bank became dark and sloping;

The shadow of the night pours from the east;

The fogs over the Dnieper are deep;

It's time for their horses to rest.

Here under the mountain there is a wide path

The wide one crossed the path.

“Let’s leave, it’s time! - they said, -

Let us entrust ourselves to the unknown fate.”

And every horse, not smelling steel,

By will, I chose the path for myself.

What are you doing, Ruslan, unhappy,

Alone in desert silence?

Lyudmila, the wedding day is terrible,

It seems like you saw everything in a dream.

Pushing the copper helmet over his eyebrows,

Leaving the reins from powerful hands,

You're walking between the fields,

And slowly in your soul

Hope dies, faith fades.

But suddenly there was a cave in front of the knight;

There is light in the cave. He's straight to her

Walks under the dormant arches,

Contemporaries of nature itself.

He entered with despondency: what is he seeing?

There is an old man in the cave; clear view,

Calm gaze, gray hair;

The lamp in front of him is burning;

He sits behind an ancient book,

Reading it carefully.

“Welcome, my son! -

He said with a smile to Ruslan. -

I've been here alone for twenty years

In the darkness of the old life I wither;

But finally I waited for the day

Long foreseen by me.

We are brought together by fate;

Sit down and listen to me.

Ruslan, you have lost Lyudmila;

Your strong spirit is losing strength;

But a quick moment of evil will rush by:

For a while, fate befell you.

With hope, cheerful faith

Go for everything, don’t be discouraged;

Forward! with a sword and a bold chest

Make your way to midnight.

Find out, Ruslan: your insulter

The terrible wizard Chernomor,

Longtime thief of beauties,

Full owner of the mountains.

No one else in his abode

Until now the gaze has not penetrated;

But you, destroyer of evil machinations,

You will enter it, and the villain

He will die by your hand.

I don't have to tell you anymore:

The fate of your coming days,

My son, from now on it is your will.”

Our knight fell at the feet of the old man

And in joy he kisses his hand.

The world brightens before his eyes,

And the heart forgot the torment.

He came to life again; and suddenly again

There is a sadness on the flushed face...

“The reason for your melancholy is clear;

But sadness is not difficult to disperse, -

The old man said, “You are terrible.”

Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;

Calm down, know: it is in vain

And the young maiden is not afraid.

He brings down the stars from the sky,

He whistles - the moon trembles;

But against the time of the law

His science is not strong.

Jealous, reverent guardian

Locks of merciless doors,

He's just a weak torturer

Your lovely captive.

He silently wanders around her,

Curses his cruel lot...

But, good knight, the day passes,

But you need peace.”

Ruslan lies down on soft moss

Before the dying fire;

He is looking for sleep,

Sighs, turns slowly...

In vain! Knight finally:

“I can’t sleep, my father!

What to do: I am sick at heart,

And it’s not a dream, how sickening it is to live.

Let me refresh my heart

Your holy conversation.

Forgive my impertinent question.

Open up: who are you, O blessed one,

An incomprehensible confidant of fate?

Who brought you to the desert?”

Sighing with a sad smile,

The old man replied: “Dear son,

I've already forgotten my distant homeland

Gloomy edge. Natural Finn,

In the valleys known to us alone,

Chasing the herd of the surrounding villages,

In my carefree youth I knew

Some dense oak groves,

Streams, caves of our rocks

Yes, wild poverty is fun.

But to live in gratifying silence

It didn't last long for me.

Then, near our village,

Like a sweet color of solitude,

Naina lived. Between friends

She thundered with beauty.

One morning

Their herds on the dark meadow

I drove on, blowing the bagpipes;

There was a stream in front of me.

Alone, young beauty

I was making a wreath on the shore.

I was attracted by my destiny...

Ah, knight, it was Naina!

I go to her - and the fatal flame

I was rewarded for my daring gaze,

And I recognized love in my soul

With her heavenly joy,

With her painful melancholy.

Half of the year has flown away;

I opened up to her with trepidation,

He said: I love you, Naina.

But my timid sorrow

Naina listened with pride,

Loving only your charms,

And she answered indifferently:

“Shepherd, I don’t love you!”

And everything became wild and gloomy for me:

Native bush, shade of oak trees,

Merry games of shepherds -

Nothing consoled the melancholy.

In despondency, the heart dried up and sluggishly.

And finally I thought

Leave Finnish fields;

Seas of faithless depths

Swim across with a brotherly squad

And deserve the glory of abuse

Naina's proud attention.

I called the brave fishermen

Look for dangers and gold.

For the first time the quiet land of fathers

I heard the swearing sound of damask steel

And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.

I sailed into the distance, full of hope,

With a crowd of fearless countrymen;

We are ten years of snow and waves

They were stained with the blood of enemies.

Rumor spread: the kings of a foreign land

They were afraid of my insolence;

Their proud squads

The northern swords fled.

We had fun, we fought menacingly,

They shared tributes and gifts,

And they sat down with the vanquished

For friendly feasts.

But a heart full of Naina,

Under the noise of battle and feasts,

I was languishing in secret sorrow,

Searched for the Finnish coast.

It's time to go home, I said, friends!

Let's hang up the idle chain mail

Under the shadow of my native hut.

He said - and the oars rustled;

And, leaving fear behind,

To the Gulf of the Fatherland dear

We flew in with proud joy.

Long-time dreams have come true,

Ardent wishes come true!

A minute of sweet goodbye

And you sparkled for me!

At the feet of the haughty beauty

I brought a bloody sword,

Corals, gold and pearls;

Before her, intoxicated with passion,

Surrounded by a silent swarm

Her envious friends

I stood as an obedient prisoner;

But the maiden hid from me,

Saying with an air of indifference:

"Hero, I don't love you!"

Why tell me, my son,

What is there no power to retell?

Ah, and now alone, alone,

Soul asleep, at the door of the grave,

I remember sorrow, and sometimes,

How a thought is born about the past,

By my gray beard

A heavy tear rolls down.

But listen: in my homeland

Between the desert fishermen

Wonderful science lurks.

Under the roof of eternal silence,

Among the forests, in the distant wilderness

Gray-haired sorcerers live;

To objects of high wisdom

All their thoughts are directed;

What happened and what will happen again,

And they are subject to their formidable will

And the coffin and love itself.

And I, a greedy seeker of love,

Decided in joyless sadness

Attract Naina with charms

And in the proud heart of a cold maiden

Ignite love with magic.

Hastened into the arms of freedom,

Into the lonely darkness of the forests;

And there, in the teachings of sorcerers,

Spent invisible years.

The long-awaited moment has come,

And the terrible secret of nature

I realized with bright thoughts:

I learned the power of spells.

The crown of love, the crown of desires!

Now, Naina, you are mine!

The victory is ours, I thought.

But really the winner

There was rock, my persistent persecutor.

In dreams of young hope,

In the delight of ardent desire,

I cast spells hastily,

I call the spirits - and in the darkness of the forest

The arrow rushed like thunder,

The magic whirlwind raised a howl,

The ground shook under my feet...

And suddenly he sits in front of me

The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,

Sparkling with sunken eyes,

With a hump, with a shaking head,

A picture of sad disrepair.

Ah, knight, it was Naina!..

I was horrified and silent

With his eyes the terrible ghost measured,

I still didn’t believe in doubt

And suddenly he began to cry and shout:

“Is it possible! oh, Naina, is it you!

Naina, where is your beauty?

Tell me, is heaven really

Have you been changed so badly?

Tell me, how long has it been since you left the light?

Have I parted with my soul and my sweetheart?

How long ago?..” “Exactly forty years,”

There was a fatal answer from the maiden, -

Today I was seventy.

“What should I do,” she squeaks to me, “

The years flew by in a crowd.

My, your spring has passed -

We both managed to grow old.

But, friend, listen: it doesn’t matter

Loss of unfaithful youth.

Of course, I'm gray now,

A little hunchbacked, maybe;

Not like in the old days,

Not so alive, not so sweet;

But (added the chatterbox)

I’ll tell you a secret: I’m a witch!”

And it really was like that.

Mute, motionless in front of her,

I was a complete fool

With all my wisdom.

But here's something terrible: witchcraft

It was completely unfortunate.

My gray deity

There was a new passion for me.

Curling his terrible mouth into a smile,

He mumbles a confession of love to me.

Imagine my suffering!

I trembled, looking down;

She continued through her cough.

Heavy, passionate conversation:

“So, now I recognize the heart;

I see, true friend, it

Born for tender passion;

Feelings have awakened, I'm burning,

I'm yearning for love...

Come into my arms...

Oh darling, darling! I'm dying..."

And meanwhile she, Ruslan,

She blinked with languid eyes;

And meanwhile for my caftan

She held herself with her skinny arms;

And meanwhile I was dying,

I closed my eyes in horror;

And suddenly I couldn’t stand the urine;

I broke out screaming and ran.

She followed: “Oh, unworthy!

You have disturbed my calm age,

The days are bright for the innocent maiden!

You have achieved Naina's love,

And you despise - these are men!

They all breathe treason!

Alas, blame yourself;

He seduced me, wretched one!

I gave myself up to passionate love...

Traitor, monster! oh shame!

But tremble, maiden thief!

So we parted. From now on

I live in my solitude

With a disappointed soul;

And in the world there is consolation for the old man

Nature, wisdom and peace.

The grave is already calling me;

But the feelings are the same

The old lady hasn't forgotten yet

And the late flame of love

Turned from frustration into anger.

Loving evil with my black soul,

The old witch, of course,

He will hate you too;

But grief on earth does not last forever.”

Our knight greedily listened

Stories of the Elder; clear eyes

I didn’t close my lungs with slumber

And the quiet flight of the night

I didn't hear it in deep thought.

But the day shines radiantly...

With a sigh the grateful knight

Volume of the old sorcerer;

The soul is full of hope;

Gets out. Legs squeezed

Ruslan of the neighing horse,

He recovered in the saddle and whistled.

“My father, do not leave me.”

And gallops across the empty meadow.

Gray-haired sage to a young friend

He shouts after him: “Happy journey!

Forgive, love your wife,

Don’t forget the elder’s advice!”

I'll tell you about a very scary fairy-tale character - about Hut on Chicken Legs.

Pushkin briefly and succinctly gave the characteristics of the character in “Ruslan and Lyudmila.”

There's a hut there on chicken legs
Stands without windows, without doors

The signs are very accurate

1. This is a hut, only a very small one - a hut.
2. There are no windows or doors in this hut. It's essentially a box.
3. This hut stands on chicken legs.

I won’t intrigue, this is a domino

Birth mother of the coffin

In the old days, the dead were buried like this:

We found a place in the forest where 2-3-4 trees grew nearby.
- They were cut down at a height of approximately 1.5 meters.
- Flooring was laid on one and a half meter pillars.
- They erected a domovina on the flooring - a low house, literally 3 crowns high.
- A dead person was placed inside the house.
- Installed the roof.
- They pulled out and cut down the roots of the trees on which the house stood. This was necessary in order to prevent rotting of the trunks. It looked as if the “hut without windows and doors” really stood on “chicken legs”.

Contemporaries understood very well what kind of hut it was and what kind of owner was inside. Therefore, we tried to leave the place where the hut on chicken legs stood as soon as possible.

Huts on chicken legs inspired superstitious horror among contemporaries. The horror was so strong and persistent over time that it became firmly entrenched in Russian folklore. It took not a year, not two, but several centuries for huts on chicken legs to gain a foothold in Russian culture

Here is a modern response to the ancient tradition of burying the dead

In the modern cemetery there is a semblance of an ancient Russian house instead of a tombstone.

I believe that the huts on chicken legs were not erected chaotically throughout the forest around the village, but in a designated part.

Several huts made up a kind of cemetery.

Since the deceased was not buried, the smell of decomposition could be heard for many kilometers. It was hardly a tradition to come to the hut to remember the deceased: the smell of a decomposing corpse would not allow eating. Since the huts were not visited by the relatives of the dead people lying in them, in the third or fourth generation the descendants forgot the burial place of their ancestor.

Imagine the horror of contemporaries who accidentally stumbled upon long-forgotten burial sites.

When, after 100 years, the pillars supporting the platform with the domovina partially crumbled and collapsed, and the domovina, also partially decayed and dilapidated, ended up on the ground.

In the legends, the exact details of the owner of the Hut on Chicken Legs - Baba Yaga - have reached us.

Baba Yaga has a bone leg.

That is, this is a half-decayed corpse whose one leg has decayed.

This half-decayed corpse invites the hero, the same Ivan Tsarevich, to “take a steam bath.”

Invites WHERE???

Into a hut on chicken legs. To the house. Into the coffin. In fact - to the grave!

Think. that little children 700 years ago pooped in fear when their kind grandmother told them a bedtime story about Hut on Chicken Legs and Baba Yaga living in it

This is such a scary character.

And - no fairy tales.

There is a green oak near the Lukomorye;
Golden chain on the oak tree:
Day and night the cat is a scientist
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
He goes to the right - the song starts,
To the left - he tells a fairy tale.
There are miracles there: a goblin wanders there,
The mermaid sits on the branches;
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
There's a hut there on chicken legs
It stands without windows, without doors;
There the forest and valley are full of visions;
There the waves will rush in at dawn
The beach is sandy and empty,
And thirty beautiful knights
From time to time clear waters emerge,
And their sea uncle is with them;
The prince is there in passing
Captivates the formidable king;
There in the clouds in front of the people
Through the forests, across the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf serves her faithfully;
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga
She walks and wanders by herself;
There, King Kashchei is wasting away over gold;
There's a Russian spirit... it smells like Russia!
And there I was, and I drank honey;
I saw a green oak by the sea;
The cat was sitting under him, a scientist
He told me his fairy tales.
I remember one: this fairy tale
Now I will tell the world...

Song one

Things of days gone by
Deep legends of antiquity.

Speeches merged into indistinct noise;
A cheerful circle of guests buzzes;
But suddenly a pleasant voice was heard
And the sound of the harp is a fluent sound;
Everyone fell silent and listened to Bayan:
And the sweet singer praises
Lyudmila-precious and Ruslana
And Lelem made a crown for him.

But, tired of ardent passion,
Ruslan, in love, does not eat or drink;
He looks at his dear friend,
Sighs, gets angry, burns
And, pinching my mustache with impatience,
Counts every moment.
In despondency, with a cloudy brow,
At a noisy wedding table
Three young knights are sitting;
Silent, behind an empty bucket,
Forgot the circular cups,
And the trash is unpleasant to them;
They do not hear the prophetic Bayan;
They looked down, embarrassed:
Those are three rivals of Ruslan;
The unfortunate are hidden in the soul
Love and hate are poison.
One - Rogdai, brave warrior,
Pushing the limits with a sword
Rich Kyiv fields;
The other is Farlaf, an arrogant screamer,
In feasts, not defeated by anyone,
But the warrior is humble among swords;
The last one, full of passionate thought,
Young Khazar Khan Ratmir:
All three are pale and gloomy,
And a merry feast is not a feast for them.

And here is the young bride
Lead to the wedding bed;
The lights went out... and the night
Lel lights the lamp.
Sweet hopes have come true,
Gifts are being prepared for love;
Jealous robes will fall
On Constantinople carpets...
Do you hear the loving whisper,
And the sweet sound of kisses,
And an intermittent murmur
The last timidity?.. Spouse
Feels delight in advance;
And then they came... Suddenly
Thunder struck, light flashed in the fog,
The lamp goes out, the smoke runs out,
Everything around is dark, everything is trembling,
And Ruslan’s soul froze...
Everything fell silent. In the menacing silence
A strange voice was heard twice,
And someone in the smoky depths
Soared blacker than the foggy darkness...
And again the tower is empty and quiet;
The frightened groom stands up
Cold sweat rolls off your face;
Trembling, with a cold hand
He asks the mute darkness...
About grief: there is no dear friend!
The air is empty;
Lyudmila is not in the thick darkness,
Abducted by an unknown force.

Oh, if love is a martyr
Suffering hopelessly from passion,
Even though life is sad, my friends,
However, it is still possible to live.
But after many, many years
Hug your loving friend
The object of desires, tears, longing,
And suddenly a minute wife
Lose forever... oh friends,
Of course, it would be better if I died!

However, unhappy Ruslan is alive.
But what did the Grand Duke say?
Suddenly struck by a terrible rumor,
I became angry at my son-in-law,
He convenes him and the court:
“Where, where is Lyudmila?” - asks
With a terrible, fiery brow.
Ruslan doesn't hear. “Children, friends!
I remember my previous achievements:
Oh, have mercy on the old man!
Tell me which one of you agrees
Jump after my daughter?
Whose feat will not be in vain,
Therefore, suffer, cry, villain!
He couldn’t save his wife! -
To him I will give her as a wife
With half the kingdom of my great-grandfathers.
Who will volunteer, children, friends?..”
"I!" - said the sad groom.
"I! I! - exclaimed with Rogdai
Farlaf and joyful Ratmir. -
Now we saddle our horses;
We are happy to travel all over the world.
Our Father, let us not prolong the separation;
Don’t be afraid: we’re going for the princess.”
And gratefully dumb
In tears he stretches out his hands to them
An old man, exhausted by melancholy.

All four go out together;
Ruslan was killed by despondency;
Thought of the Lost Bride
It torments and kills him.
They sit on zealous horses;
Along the banks of the Dnieper happy
They fly in swirling dust;
Already hiding in the distance;
The riders are no longer visible...
But he still looks for a long time
Grand Duke in an empty field
And the thought flies after them.

Ruslan languished silently,
Having lost both meaning and memory.
Looking over your shoulder arrogantly
And it’s important to put your arms akimbo, Farlaf,
Pouting, he groaned for Ruslan.
He says: “I force
I've broken free, friends!
Well, will I soon meet the giant?
Surely blood will flow,
These are the victims of jealous love!
Have fun, my faithful sword,
Have fun, my zealous horse!”

Khazar Khan, in his mind
Already hugging Lyudmila,
Almost dancing over the saddle;
The blood in him is young,
The look is full of fire of hope:
Then he gallops at full speed,
It teases the dashing runner,
It circles, rears up,
Ile boldly rushes to the hills again.

Rogday is gloomy, silent - not a word...
Fearing an unknown fate
And tormented by vain jealousy,
He is the most worried
And often his gaze is terrible
He looks gloomily at the prince.

Rivals on the same road
Everyone travels together all day.
The Dnieper became dark and sloping;
The shadow of the night pours from the east;
The fogs over the Dnieper are deep;
It's time for their horses to rest.
There's a wide path under the mountain
A wide path crossed.
“Let’s leave, it’s time! - they said -
Let us entrust ourselves to the unknown fate.”
And every horse, not smelling steel,
By will, I chose the path for myself.

But suddenly there was a cave in front of the knight;
There is light in the cave. He's straight to her
Walks under the dormant arches,
Contemporaries of nature itself.
He entered with despondency: what is he seeing?
There is an old man in the cave; clear view,
Calm gaze, gray hair;
The lamp in front of him is burning;
He sits behind an ancient book,
Reading it carefully.
“Welcome, my son! -
He said with a smile to Ruslan. -
I've been here alone for twenty years
In the darkness of the old life I wither;
But finally I waited for the day
Long foreseen by me.
We are brought together by fate;
Sit down and listen to me.
Ruslan, you have lost Lyudmila;
Your strong spirit is losing strength;
But a quick moment of evil will rush by:
For a while, fate befell you.
With hope, cheerful faith
Go for everything, don’t be discouraged;
Forward! with a sword and a bold chest
Make your way to midnight.

Our knight fell at the feet of the old man
And in joy he kisses his hand.
The world brightens before his eyes,
And the heart forgot the torment.
He came to life again; and suddenly again
There is a sadness on the flushed face...
“The reason for your melancholy is clear;
But sadness is not difficult to disperse, -
The old man said, “You are terrible.”
Love of a gray-haired sorcerer;
Calm down, know: it is in vain
And the young maiden is not afraid.
He brings down the stars from the sky,
He whistles and the moon trembles;
But against the time of the law
His science is not strong.
Jealous, reverent guardian
Locks of merciless doors,
He's just a weak torturer
Your lovely captive.
He silently wanders around her,
Curses his cruel lot...
But, good knight, the day passes,
But you need peace.”

Ruslan lies down on soft moss
Before the dying fire;
He is looking for sleep,
Sighs, turns slowly...
In vain! Knight finally:
“I can’t sleep, my father!
What to do: I am sick at heart,
And it’s not a dream, how sickening it is to live.
Let me refresh my heart
Your holy conversation.
Forgive my impertinent question.
Open up: who are you, O blessed one,
An incomprehensible confidant of fate?
Who brought you to the desert?

Then, near our village,
Like a sweet color of solitude,
Naina lived. Between friends
She thundered with beauty.
One morning
Their herds on the dark meadow
I drove on, blowing the bagpipes;
There was a stream in front of me.
Alone, young beauty
I was making a wreath on the shore.
I was attracted by my destiny...
Ah, knight, it was Naina!
I go to her - and the fatal flame
I was rewarded for my daring gaze,
And I recognized love in my soul
With her heavenly joy,
With her painful melancholy.

And everything became wild and gloomy for me:
Native bush, shade of oak trees,
Merry games of shepherds -
Nothing consoled the melancholy.
In despondency, the heart became dry and sluggish.
And finally I thought
Leave Finnish fields;
Seas of faithless depths
Swim across with a brotherly squad
And deserve the glory of abuse
Naina's proud attention.
I called the brave fishermen
Look for dangers and gold.
For the first time the quiet land of fathers
I heard the swearing sound of damask steel
And the noise of non-peaceful shuttles.
I sailed into the distance, full of hope,
With a crowd of fearless countrymen;
We are ten years of snow and waves
They were stained with the blood of enemies.
Rumor spread: the kings of a foreign land
They were afraid of my insolence;
Their proud squads
The northern swords fled.
We had fun, we fought menacingly,
They shared tributes and gifts,
And they sat down with the vanquished
For friendly feasts.
But a heart full of Naina,
Under the noise of battle and feasts,
I was languishing in secret sorrow,
Searched for the Finnish coast.
It's time to go home, I said, friends!
Let's hang up the idle chain mail
Under the shadow of my native hut.
He said - and the oars rustled:
And, leaving fear behind,
To the Gulf of the Fatherland dear
We flew in with proud joy.

In dreams of young hope,
In the delight of ardent desire,
I cast spells hastily,
I call the spirits - and in the darkness of the forest
The arrow rushed like thunder,
The magic whirlwind raised a howl,
The ground shook under my feet...
And suddenly he sits in front of me
The old woman is decrepit, gray-haired,
Sparkling with sunken eyes,
With a hump, with a shaking head,
A picture of sad disrepair.
Ah, knight, it was Naina!..
I was horrified and silent
With his eyes the terrible ghost measured,
Still didn't believe in doubt
And suddenly he began to cry and shout:
“Is it possible! oh, Naina, is it you!
Naina, where is your beauty?
Tell me, is heaven really
Have you been changed so badly?
Tell me, how long has it been since you left the light?
Have I parted with my soul and my sweetheart?
How long ago?..” – “Exactly forty years,”
There was a fatal answer from the maiden, -
Today I hit seventy.
“What should I do,” she squeaks to me, “
The years flew by in a crowd.
My, your spring has passed -
We both managed to grow old.
But, friend, listen: it doesn’t matter
Loss of unfaithful youth.
Of course, I'm gray now,
A little hunchbacked, maybe;
Not like in the old days,
Not so alive, not so sweet;
But (added the chatterbox)
I’ll tell you a secret: I’m a witch!”
And it really was like that.
Mute, motionless in front of her,
I was a complete fool
With all my wisdom.

But here's something terrible: witchcraft
Unfortunately, it came to pass.
My gray deity
There was a new passion for me.
Curling his terrible mouth into a smile,
Freak with a grave voice
He mumbles a confession of love to me.
Imagine my suffering!
I trembled, looking down;
She continued through her cough.
Heavy, passionate conversation:
“So, now I recognize the heart;
I see, true friend, it
Born for tender passion;
Feelings have awakened, I'm burning,
I'm yearning for love...
Come into my arms...
Oh darling, darling! I'm dying..."

So we parted. From now on
Living in my solitude
With a disappointed soul;
And in the world there is consolation for the old man
Nature, wisdom and peace.
The grave is already calling me;
But the feelings are the same
The old lady hasn't forgotten yet
And the flame is later than love
Turned from frustration into anger.
Loving evil with a black soul,
The old witch, of course,
He will hate you too;
But grief on earth does not last forever.”

Our knight greedily listened
Stories of the Elder; clear eyes
I didn’t fall into a light nap
And a quiet flight of the night
I didn't hear it in deep thought.
But the day shines radiantly...
With a sigh the grateful knight
Volume of the old sorcerer;
The soul is full of hope;
Gets out. Legs squeezed
Ruslan of the neighing horse,
He recovered in the saddle and whistled.
“My father, do not leave me.”
And gallops across the empty meadow.
Gray-haired sage to a young friend
He shouts after him: “Happy journey!
Forgive, love your wife,
Don’t forget the elder’s advice!”