Русские народные сказки в переводе AI. Алексей Александрович Приставкин
everywhere; by morning, they had turned them into coal.
In the morning, Vasilisa buried her skull into the ground, locked the house, went into town, and went on a first to an old lady, living and waiting for her father. That's what she says to an old lady:
– it's boring me to sit down, Grandma! Why don't you go buy me the best one?
The old lady bought the l'nu good; Vasilisa sat down, and the job was burning, and the yarn was as smooth as a hair. A lot of yarn is a lot; it's time for the weaving to be accepted, and they won't find the bird to be on the vasilisinu yarn; no one is taken and done. Vasilisa started asking her doll, she said:
– bring me some old berdoo, an old shuttle, and a horse mane; I'll give it to you.
Vasilisa got everything she needed, and went to bed, and the doll made a lovely stan overnight. By the end of the winter and the canvas of vytkano, it is so thin that the needle can be replaced by a needle. The Canvas is painted, and Vasilisa says to the old woman:
– sell it, grandma. It's a painting. The old woman looked at the goods and said:
– no, baby! There is no such thing as a king.
The old lady went to the halls of chambers. The King saw and asked:
– what do you want, old lady?
– Your Majesty, the old woman is in charge. – I have brought the goods.
The King ordered an old woman to come in and saw the painting.
– what do you want for him? The King asked.
– he has no price, King Father! I gave you a gift.
Thanked the king and gave the old lady a gift.
They were the king of that silk cloth; they were not able to find a seamstress to work. For a long time, the king called the old woman and said:
– you knew how to sew and sew that painting.
– not me, your majesty, the spinning and the linen. – said the old woman. – it's the work of my girl.
– well, let her go!
The old lady went home and told me all about it.
– I knew it. – Vasilisa told her that this job would never pass.
She locked herself in her room, she went to work; she didn't hand her arms, and soon a dozen camisoles were ready.
The old woman took to the king shirts and Vasilisa washed, Brushed, dressed and sat under the window. He's sitting there waiting. He sees a royal servant coming into the courtyard and entering the room and saying:
The King wants to see iskusnicu that he worked for him, and to reward her from his hands.
Went Vasilisa and appeared before royal's eyes. As King Vasilisa saw beautiful and fell in love with her without memory.
– no, he says, my beauty! I will not break up with you; you will be my wife.
This is where king Vasilisa took his white hands, put her beside himself, and there played. Soon back and father Vasilisa rejoiced in her fate and stayed with her daughter. Old Lady Vasilisa took her home and she was always in her pocket.
Magic Wedding
Like I heard a fairy tale.
In the old years, there was a husband and wife. And they grew up with daughter's daughter. All the girl's got, and she's tall, and she's dorodstvom and ugožestvom.
Looking at her, people rejoiced: with all the girl friendly, affectionate, courteous. Everyone was in a hurry to help.
But here's the bad news. The girl's mother died.
It was a long time ago, a father married to vdovice. And vdovica brought her daughter to the house. And there were four of them.
An Orphan to live a unhappy, and the worse it gets worse.
Her own daughter is nežila, building, and step hated from day one.
With an orphaned orphan, she got up, crying in tears until midnight. And the spinning, and the loomed, and the water, and the firewood and the cows.
And the evil woman only pokrikivala:
– you rascal! I got my head!
I discovered the father of the chest once, that his first wife stayed. And in the chest and dušegreâ, the fur of the otoročennaâ, and the kokoshnik, the pearls unizannyj, and the polusapožki cuir, and the perstenek gold with the rock expensive, and the odëža
We'll split it equally, and our daughters will have a dowry.
And the jealous stepmother with her daughter held the black duma.
– Ékoe wealth is divided into two shares – stepmother's stepmother. We'll find our son, too. You're not marrying a man. Don't fuck!
It's been a while since that conversation, and the girls are coming along. And his father told them,
– well, which one of you will bring more berries, the dowry is a little more.
There are girls in the woods, Aukaûtsâ, berries. And as a zavečerelo, they converged on the clearing. LOOKED MAČEHINA DAUGHTER – FATHER BENNETT! Her daughter's basket is full and she has nothing but a bottom! There's a once speech, not sharing a dowry for two shares…
And the way they went through the swamp, the grabbed daughter of a half-sister had a basket of berries and pushed her with the Girdle-perches in the bottomless.
– I'm drowning, sister-in-law, sweet girl.
– I'll help you! Tony, you can't get out of this topi. All my dowry is for me! She yelled at her daughter.
Moved through the swamp and ran home. Dear Peresypala in her body, the berries are clean, large, one to one, and the half-sister's basket buried in moss.
– good girl, my ass! I met her mother. Look, old man, how many berries my daughter gained!
– why didn't you come? The Father asked.
– we broke up with her. – she said, " I'm sorry, I'm sorry, but no one answered me.
– where is she, my daughter? Fell asleep somewhere, never heard you! She laughed.
The night passed, and the night passed.
The old man rose early in the morning.
– we have to go look for him. – he says it's bad.
Got the neighbors. Let's go to the woods. And a babina daughter with them.
– right here, he says, we split up and we never saw each other again.
We went to the night before the evening, and then they turned back.
Summer's running out. They're walking on those trails, old-Timer. Set foot in the perch, and there's a herbal pipe on the ground. You cut the old man's ear, you went to your lips, and then you blew it.
– play and play, Grandpa.
Play and play.
We were two consolidated,
And here I am.
For the red berries
Yes for matuškino dowry
Drowned in the swamp!
And here comes an old man in the middle of the night to the village that wandered into the very last night of the night, where the orphan girl is lost.
After dinner, the old man said:
– I took a shortcut near your village. It's so funny, she sings. Take this, Master, blow on that flute!
It was just a blow from the master in flute.
– play and play, Grandpa.
Play and play.
We were two consolidated,
And here I am.
For the red berries
Yes