Marshak about the tale of a fisherman and a fish. Gold fish. Miracles in Dedmorozovka - Usachev A.A.

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was catching fish with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea, -
The net came with one mud.
He threw the net another time,
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw the net, -
A net came with one fish,
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
He speaks in a human voice:
“Let me go, old man, into the sea,
Dear I will give a ransom for myself:
I will pay off with whatever you want. "
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard a fish speak.
He let go of the gold fish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God is with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Take a walk there for yourself in the open. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
I told her a great miracle.
“I caught a fish today,
Goldfish, not simple;
The fish spoke our way
I asked for blue home in the sea
I paid off at a high price:
I paid off with whatever I wanted.
I dared not take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea. "
The old woman dismissed the old man:
“You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely split. "
So he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.

A fish swam to him and asked:
"What do you want, elder?"

"Have mercy, lady fish,
My old woman broke me,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely split. "
The goldfish answers:

You will have a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
“You fool, you fool!
Begged, you fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Go back, you fool, you go to the fish;
Bow to her, beg for a hut. "
So he went to the blue sea,
(The blue sea is clouded.)
He began to click the goldfish,

"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
A grumpy woman asks for the hut. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: there will be a hut for you. "
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
Before him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, bleached chimney,
With oak, plank collars.
The old woman sits under the window
On what the light stands her husband scolds.
“You fool, straight fool!
I begged you, you fool, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The old man went to the blue sea;
(The blue sea is not calm.)

A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman is more foolish than ever,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She doesn't want to be a peasant,
She wants to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God."
The old man returned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.
His old woman stands on the porch
In an expensive sable jacket,
Brocade kitsch on the top,
The pearls cut their neck
Gold rings on my hands
On my feet are red boots.
Before her are diligent servants;
She hits them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, lady madam noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him,
She sent him to the stable to serve.
Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends the old man to the fish again.
“Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman
And I want to be a free queen. "
The old man got scared, prayed:
“What are you, woman, overeat henbane?
You don't know how to step or speak,
You will make the whole kingdom laugh. "
The old woman was more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
“How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, noblewoman of the pillar? -
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor,
If you don't go, they will lead you against your will. "
The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea has turned black.)
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebelled:
She doesn't want to be a noblewoman,
He wants to be a free queen. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be the queen! "
The old man returned to the old woman.
Well? before him are the royal chambers.
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table as a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
Pour overseas wines to her;
She seizes with printed gingerbread;
A formidable guard stands around her,
They hold hatchets on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
At the feet he bowed to the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman did not look at him,
She ordered to drive him out only from the eyes.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed in.
And at the door, the guards ran up,
I almost chopped them with axes.
And the people laughed at him:
“Serves you right, you old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignorant, science:
Do not sit in your sleigh! "
Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends courtiers for her husband,
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
“Go back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in Okiyane-sea,
To serve me a gold fish
And I would have it on the parcels. "
The old man did not dare to contradict,
I did not dare to say a word across.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled
So they walk, so howl and howl.
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
What should I do with the damn woman?
She does not want to be a queen,
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in Okiyane-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on parcels. "
The fish said nothing
Just splashed the water with my tail
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: there is a dugout in front of him again;
His old woman is sitting on the threshold,
And before her is a broken trough.

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was catching fish with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea -
The net came with one mud.
He threw a seine another time -
A seine came with sea grass.
The third time he threw a net -
A net came with one fish,
With not just a fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
He speaks in a human voice:
“Let me go, old man, into the sea!
Dear I will give a ransom for myself:
I will pay off with whatever you want. "
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard a fish speak.
He let go of the gold fish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God is with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Take a walk there for yourself in the open. "

The old man returned to the old woman,
I told her a great miracle:
“I caught a fish today,
Goldfish, not simple;
The fish spoke our way
I asked for blue home in the sea
I paid off at a high price:
I paid off with whatever I wish
I dared not take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea. "
The old woman dismissed the old man:
“You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely split. "

Here he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.

A fish swam to him and asked;
"What do you want, elder?"

"Have mercy, lady fish,
My old woman broke me,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely split. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God.
You will have a new trough. "

The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
Even more, the old woman scolds:
“You fool, you fool!
Begged, you fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Go back, you fool, you go to the fish;
Bow to her, beg for a hut. "

So he went to the blue sea
(Dark blue sea).
He began to click on the goldfish.

"What do you want, elder?"

“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
A grumpy woman asks for the hut. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: there will be a hut for you. "

He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
Before him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, bleached chimney
With oak, plank collars.
The old woman sits under the window
What the light is on her husband scolds:
“You fool, straight fool!
I begged you, you fool, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman. "

The old man went to the blue sea
(Restless blue sea).
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman is more foolish than ever,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She doesn't want to be a peasant
She wants to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God."

The old man returned to the old woman,
What does he see? High tower.
His old woman stands on the porch
In an expensive sable jacket,
Brocade kichka on the top,
The pearls cut their neck
Gold rings on my hands
On my feet are red boots.
Before her are diligent servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, madam noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him,
She sent him to the stable to serve.

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman was even more foolish;
Again he sends the old man to the fish:
“Come back, bow to the fish:
I don’t want to be a pillar noblewoman.
And I want to be a free queen. "
The old man got scared, prayed:
“What are you, woman, overeat henbane?
You don't know how to step or speak.
You will make the whole kingdom laugh. "
The old woman was more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
“How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, noblewoman of the pillar?
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor;
If you don't go, they will lead you against your will. "

The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea has turned black).
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebelled:
She doesn't want to be a noblewoman,
He wants to be a free queen. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be the queen! "

The old man returned to the old woman,
Well? before him are the royal chambers,
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table as a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
Pour overseas wines to her;
She seizes with printed gingerbread;
A formidable guard stands around her,
They hold hatchets on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
At the feet he bowed to the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, is your darling happy now? "
The old woman did not look at him,
She ordered to drive him out only from the eyes.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed in.
And at the door, the guards ran up,
I almost chopped them with axes,
And the people laughed at him:
“Serves you right, you old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignorant, science:
Do not sit in your sleigh! "

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends the courtiers for her husband.
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
“Go back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in the okiyan-sea,
To serve me a gold fish
And I would have it on the parcels. "

The old man did not dare to contradict,
I did not dare to say a word across.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled
So they walk, so howl and howl.
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
What should I do with the damn woman?
She does not want to be a queen,
Wants to be the mistress of the sea:
To live for her in the okyan-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on parcels. "
The fish said nothing
Just splashed the water with my tail
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
Didn't wait, returned to the old woman
Look: there is a dugout in front of him again;
His old woman is sitting on the threshold,
And before her is a broken trough.

The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish -a wonderful Russian fairy tale about how an old man once caught a goldfish, and she promised to fulfill his three wishes. The author of the tale is the Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. Posted by Pushkin "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish"in 1833.
But first published "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" in 1835 in the magazine "Library for Reading".

And it turns out that Pushkin wanted to include the fairy tale in the "Songs of the Western Slavs". With this cycle, the fairy tale is brought together by the poetic meter.

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The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was catching fish with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea, -
The net came with one mud.
He threw the net another time,
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw the net, -
A net came with one fish,
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
He speaks in a human voice:

“Let me go, old man, into the sea,
Dear I will give a ransom for myself:
I will pay off with whatever you want. "
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard a fish speak.
He let go of the gold fish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God is with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Take a walk there for yourself in the open. "

The old man returned to the old woman,
I told her a great miracle.
“I caught a fish today,
Goldfish, not simple;
The fish spoke our way
I asked for blue home in the sea
I paid off at a high price:
I paid off with whatever I wanted.
I dared not take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea. "
The old woman dismissed the old man:

“You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely split. "

So he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.
A fish swam to him and asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
"Have mercy, lady fish,
My old woman broke me,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely split. "
The goldfish answers:
You will have a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
“You fool, you fool!
Begged, you fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Go back, you fool, you go to the fish;
Bow to her, beg for a hut. "

So he went to the blue sea,
You will have a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
He began to click the goldfish,
"What do you want, elder?"
“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
A grumpy woman asks for the hut. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: there will be a hut for you. "
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
Before him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, bleached chimney,
With oak, plank collars.
The old woman sits under the window
On what the light stands her husband scolds.
“You fool, straight fool!
I begged you, you fool, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman. "

The old man went to the blue sea;
(The blue sea is not calm.)
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman is more foolish than ever,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She doesn't want to be a peasant,
She wants to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God."

The old man returned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.

His old woman stands on the porch
In an expensive sable jacket,
Brocade kitsch on the top,
The pearls cut their neck
Gold rings on my hands
On my feet are red boots.
Before her are diligent servants;
She hits them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, lady madam noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him,
She sent him to the stable to serve.

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends the old man to the fish again.
“Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman
And I want to be a free queen. "
The old man got scared, prayed:
“What are you, woman, overeat henbane?
You don't know how to step or speak,
You will make the whole kingdom laugh. "
The old woman was more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
“How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, noblewoman of the pillar? -
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor,
If you don't go, they will lead you against your will. "

The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea has turned black.)
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebelled:
She doesn't want to be a noblewoman,
He wants to be a free queen. "
The goldfish answers:
“Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be the queen! "

The old man returned to the old woman.
Well? before him are the royal chambers.
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table as a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
Pour overseas wines to her;
She seizes with printed gingerbread;
A formidable guard stands around her,
They hold hatchets on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
At the feet he bowed to the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman did not look at him,
She ordered to drive him out only from the eyes.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed in.
And at the door, the guards ran up,
I almost chopped them with axes.
And the people laughed at him:
“Serves you right, you old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignorant, science:
Do not sit in your sleigh! "

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends courtiers for her husband,
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
“Go back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in Okiyane-sea,
To serve me a gold fish
And I would have it on the parcels. "

The old man did not dare to contradict,
I did not dare to say a word across.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled
So they walk, so howl and howl.
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
“Have mercy, lady fish!
What should I do with the damn woman?
She does not want to be a queen,
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in Okiyane-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on parcels. "
The fish said nothing
Just splashed the water with my tail
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: there is a dugout in front of him again;
His old woman is sitting on the threshold,
And before her is a broken trough.

Among the many fairy tales, it is especially fascinating to read the fairy tale "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" by AS Pushkin, one can feel the love and wisdom of our people in it. Probably due to the inviolability of human qualities in time, all moral teachings, morality and problems remain relevant at all times and eras. The main character always wins not by cunning and cunning, but by kindness, gentleness and love - this is the main quality of children's characters. There is a balance between good and bad, tempting and necessary, and how wonderful that every time the choice is correct and responsible. Fascination, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. Everyday problems are an incredibly successful way, with the help of simple, ordinary examples, to convey to the reader the most valuable centuries-old experience. Rivers, trees, animals, birds - everything comes to life, is filled with living colors, helps the heroes of the work in gratitude for their kindness and affection. The fairy tale "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" AS Pushkin will be fun to read online for free for both children and their parents, the kids will be happy with a good ending, and moms and dads will be happy for the kids!

There was an old man with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was catching fish with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea -
The net came with one mud.
He threw a seine another time -
A seine came with sea grass.
The third time he threw a net -
A net came with one fish,
With not just a fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
He speaks in a human voice:
"Let go of you, old man, into the sea!
Dear I will give a ransom for myself:
I will pay off with whatever you want. "
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard a fish speak.
He let go of the gold fish
And he said to her a kind word:
"God is with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
I told her a great miracle:
"I caught a fish today,
Goldfish, not simple;
The fish spoke our way
I asked for blue home in the sea
I paid off at a high price:
I paid off with whatever I wish
I dared not take a ransom from her;
So he let her out into the blue sea. "
The old woman dismissed the old man:
"You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely split. "
Here he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.

A fish swam to him and asked;
"What do you want, elder?"

"Have mercy, lady fish,
My old woman broke me,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely split. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God.
You will have a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
Even more, the old woman scolds:
"You fool, you fool!
Begged, you fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Go back, you fool, you go to the fish;
Bow down to her, beg for a hut. "
So he went to the blue sea
(Dark blue sea).
He began to click on the goldfish.

"What do you want, elder?"

"Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
A grumpy woman asks for the hut. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, walk with God,
So be it: there will be a hut for you. "
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
Before him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, bleached chimney
With oak, plank collars.
The old woman sits under the window
What the light is on her husband scolds:
"You fool, straight fool!
I begged you, you fool, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The old man went to the blue sea
(Restless blue sea).
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman is more foolish than ever,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She doesn't want to be a peasant
She wants to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God."
The old man returned to the old woman,
What does he see? High tower.
His old woman stands on the porch
In an expensive sable jacket,
Brocade kichka on the top,
The pearls cut their neck
Gold rings on my hands
On my feet are red boots.
Before her are diligent servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
"Hello, madam noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him,
She sent him to the stable to serve.
Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman was even more foolish;
Again he sends the old man to the fish:
"Come back, bow to the fish:
I don’t want to be a pillar noblewoman.
And I want to be a free queen. "
The old man got scared, prayed:
"What are you, woman, overeat henbane?
You don't know how to step or speak.
You will make the whole kingdom laugh. "
The old woman was more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
"How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, noblewoman of the pillar?
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor;
If you don't go, they will lead you against your will. "
The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea has turned black).
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebelled:
She doesn't want to be a noblewoman,
Wants to be a free queen. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be the queen! "
The old man returned to the old woman,
Well? before him are the royal chambers,
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table as a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
Pour overseas wines to her;
She seizes with printed gingerbread;
A formidable guard stands around her,
They hold hatchets on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
At the feet he bowed to the old woman,
He said: "Hello, formidable queen!
Well, is your darling happy now? "
The old woman did not look at him,
She ordered to drive him out only from the eyes.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed in.
And at the door, the guards ran up,
I almost chopped them with axes,
And the people laughed at him:
"Serves you right, you old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignorant, science:
Don't sit in your sleigh! "
Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends the courtiers for her husband.
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
"Come back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in the okiyan-sea,
To serve me a gold fish
And I would have it on the parcels. "
The old man did not dare to contradict,
I did not dare to say a word across.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled
So they walk, so howl and howl.
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him, asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
What should I do with the damn woman?
She does not want to be a queen,
Wants to be the mistress of the sea:
To live for her in the okyan-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on parcels. "
The fish said nothing
Just splashed the water with my tail
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
Didn't wait, returned to the old woman
Look: there is a dugout in front of him again;
His old woman is sitting on the threshold,
And before her is a broken trough.

The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was catching fish with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea, -
The net came with one mud.
Another time he threw the net, -
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw the net, -
A seine came with one fish.
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
He speaks in a human voice:
"Let you go, old man, into the sea,
Dear I will give a ransom for myself:
I will pay off with whatever you want. "
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard a fish speak.
He let go of the gold fish
And he said to her a kind word:
"God is with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open. "
I told her a great miracle.
"I caught a fish today,
Goldfish, not simple;
The fish spoke our way
I asked for blue home in the sea
I paid off at a high price:
I paid off with whatever I wanted.
Did not dare to take a ransom from her;
So he let her out into the blue sea. "
The old woman dismissed the old man:
"You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
So he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.
A fish swam to him and asked:

"Have mercy, lady fish,
My old woman broke me.
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely split. "
The goldfish answers:
You will have a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
"You fool, you fool!
Begged, you fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Go back, you fool, you go to the fish;
Bow down to her, beg for a hut. "
So he went to the blue sea,
(Dark blue sea.)
He began to click a goldfish,
"What do you want, elder?"

The old woman scolds even more,
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
A grumpy woman asks for the hut. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, walk with God,
So be it: there will be a hut for you. "
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
Before him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, bleached chimney
With oak, plank collars.
The old woman sits under the window
What the light is on her husband scolds:
"You fool, straight fool!
I begged you, you fool, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The old man went to the blue sea;
(The blue sea is not calm.)
A fish swam to him and asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
"Have mercy; lady fish!
The old woman was more foolish than ever;
Doesn't give the old man peace of mind:
She doesn't want to be a peasant,
She wants to be a pillar noblewoman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God."
The old man returned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.
His old woman stands on the porch
In an expensive sable jacket,
Brocade kitsch on the top,
The pearls cut their neck
Gold rings on my hands
On my feet are red boots.
Before her are diligent servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to the old woman:
"Hello, madam noblewoman.
Tea; now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him,
She sent him to the stable to serve.

He sends the old man to the fish again.
"Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman
And I want to be a free queen. "
The old man got scared, prayed:
"What are you, woman, overeat henbane?
You don't know how to step or speak,
You will make the whole kingdom laugh. "
The old woman was more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
"How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, noblewoman of the pillar? -
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor,
If you don't go, they will lead you against your will. "
The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea has turned black.)
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him and asked:
“What do you want; older? "
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebelled:
She doesn't want to be a noblewoman,
Wants to be a free queen. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be the queen! "
The old man returned to the old woman.
Well! before him are the royal chambers,
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table as a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
Pour overseas wines to her;
She seizes with printed gingerbread;
A formidable guard stands around her,
They hold hatchets on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
At the feet he bowed to the old woman,
Said: "Hello, formidable queen
Well, now your darling is happy. "
The old woman did not look at him,
She ordered to drive him out only from the eyes.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed in.
And at the door, the guards ran up,
I almost chopped them with axes.
And the people laughed at him:
"Serves you right, you old ignoramus!
Henceforth you are ignorant, science:
Don't get into your sleigh! "
Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more foolish:
He sends courtiers for her husband,
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
"Come back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in Okiyane-sea,
What a gold fish served me
And I would have it on the parcels. "
The old man did not dare to contradict,
I did not dare to say a word across.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled
So they walk, so howl and howl.
He began to click on the goldfish.
A fish swam to him and asked:
"What do you want, elder?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
What should I do with the damn woman?
She does not want to be a queen,
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in Okiyane-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on parcels. "
The fish said nothing
Just splashed the water with my tail
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: there is a dugout in front of him again;
His old woman sits on the threshold;
And before her is a broken trough.