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The Firebird and Vasilisa the Princess (variant of the tale 1)

In a certain kingdom, far away, in a faraway state, there lived a strong, mighty king. That king had a well done archer, and the young archer had a heroic horse. Once an archer rode on his heroic horse into the forest to hunt; He rides along the road, rides wide - and ran into the golden feather of the firebird: how the fire of the feather glows! The heroic horse tells him: “Do not take the golden pen; take it - you will know grief! And the good fellow thought about it - raise the pen or not? If you raise it and bring it to the king, he will generously reward; and royal mercy who is not dear?

The archer did not listen to his horse, picked up the feather of the firebird, brought it and brings it to the king as a gift. "Thanks! - says the king. - Yes, if you got the feather of the firebird, then get me the bird itself; and if you don’t get it - my sword, your head off your shoulders! Sagittarius burst into bitter tears and went to his heroic horse. "What are you crying about, master?" - "The king ordered the firebird to be obtained." - “I told you: do not take a pen, you will know grief! Well, do not be afraid, do not be sad; it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask that by tomorrow a hundred sacks of white-yarn wheat be scattered all over the open field. The king ordered to scatter a hundred sacks of white wheat across the open field.

The next day, at dawn, a well-groomed archer rode to that field, let his horse roam freely, and hid himself behind a tree. Suddenly the forest rustled, the waves rose on the sea - the firebird flies; flew in, descended to the ground and began to peck at the wheat. The heroic horse approached the firebird, stepped on its wing with a hoof and pressed it firmly to the ground; The archer jumped out from behind a tree, ran, tied the firebird with ropes, mounted a horse and galloped to the palace. Brings the firebird to the king; the king saw, rejoiced, thanked the archer for his service, favored him with a rank and immediately asked him another task: “If you managed to get the firebird, then get me a bride: far away, at the very end of the world, where the red sun rises, there is Vasilisa the princess - she is what I need. If you get it, I’ll reward you with gold and silver, but if you don’t get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse. "What are you crying about, master?" - asks the horse. "The king ordered to get him Vasilisa the princess." - “Don't cry, don't grieve; it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask for a tent with a golden dome and various supplies and drinks for the road. The king gave him supplies, drinks, and a tent with a golden dome. Sagittarius-well done sat on his heroic horse and rode to distant lands; long, short - he comes to the end of the world, where the red sun rises from the blue of the sea. He looks, and Vasilisa the Tsarevna is sailing across the blue sea in a silver boat, shoving a golden oar 1 . The well done Sagittarius let his horse roam in the green meadows, plucking fresh grass; and he himself pitched a tent with a golden dome, arranged various foods and drinks, sat down in the tent - he was refreshing himself, waiting for Vasilisa the princess.

And Vasilisa the princess saw a golden dome, swam to the shore, stepped out of the boat and admires the tent. “Hello, Vasilisa-tsarevna! the shooter says. - You are welcome to eat bread and salt, try overseas wines. Vasilisa the princess entered the tent; they began to eat, drink, and be merry. The princess drank a glass of overseas wine, got drunk and fell into a deep sleep. Sagittarius-well done shouted to his heroic horse, the horse came running; the archer immediately takes off his tent with a golden dome, mounts a heroic horse, takes with him the sleepy princess Vasilisa and sets off on the road, like an arrow from a bow.

Came to the king; he saw Vasilisa the princess, greatly rejoiced, thanked the archer for his faithful service, rewarded him with a great treasury and bestowed a great rank. Vasilisa the princess woke up, found out that she was far, far from the blue sea, began to cry, yearn, her face completely changed; no matter how much the king persuaded - all in vain. So the king decided to marry her, and she says: “Let the one who brought me here go to the blue sea, in the middle of that sea there is a large stone, my wedding dress is hidden under that stone - I won’t get married without that dress!” The king immediately followed the young archer: “Go quickly to the ends of the world, where the red sun rises; there on the blue sea lies a large stone, and under the stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess; get this dress and bring it here; it's time for the wedding! If you get it, I’ll reward you more than before, but if you don’t get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!” The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse. "That's when, - he thinks, - death cannot be avoided!" - "What are you crying about, master?" - asks the horse. "The king ordered to get the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess from the bottom of the sea." - “What, I told you: do not take a golden pen, you will make grief! Well, don’t be afraid: it’s not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Get on me and let's go to the blue sea.

How long, how short - the archer-well done came to the end of the world and stopped at the very sea; the heroic horse saw that a huge sea crayfish was crawling along the sand, and stepped on his neck with his heavy hoof. The sea cancer exclaimed: “Don't give me death, but give me a belly! Whatever you need, I'll do it." The horse answered him: “In the middle of the blue of the sea lies a large stone, under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess; get that dress!" Cancer shouted with a loud voice to the blue sea; immediately the sea stirred: large and small crayfish crawled from all sides onto the shore - darkness, darkness! The elder cancer gave them an order, they rushed into the water and after an hour of time they pulled out from the bottom of the sea, from under the great stone, the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess.

A well done archer comes to the king, brings the princess's dress; and Vasilisa the princess again became stubborn. “I won’t go,” he says to the king, “to marry you until you tell the young archer to bathe in hot water.” The king ordered to pour a cast-iron cauldron of water, boil it as hot as possible, and throw an archer into that boiling water. Everything is ready, the water is boiling, the spray is flying; brought the poor archer. "That's the trouble, that's the trouble! he thinks. - Oh, why did I take the golden feather of the firebird? Why didn't you listen to the horse? He remembered his heroic horse and said to the king: “Tsar-sovereign! Let me go with the horse to say goodbye before death. - “Okay, go say goodbye!” The archer came to his heroic horse and wept tearfully. "What are you crying about, master?" - "The king ordered to bathe in boiling water." “Don’t be afraid, don’t cry, you will live!” - the horse told him and hastily spoke the archer so that the boiling water would not damage his white body. The archer returned from the stable; the working people immediately picked it up and straight into the boiler; he dipped himself once or twice, jumped out of the cauldron - and became so handsome that he could not say in a fairy tale or write with a pen. The king saw that he had become such a handsome man, and wanted to bathe himself; foolishly climbed into the water and at that very moment scalded. The king was buried, and a young archer was chosen in his place; he married Vasilisa the princess and lived with her for many years in love and harmony.

The Firebird and Vasilisa the Princess (variant of the tale 2)

There lived an old man with an old woman; they had no children, but adopted an adopted child. When the adopted child grew up, people knocked him down to move away from them. He goes neither by way nor by road, he comes across an old man and asks: “Where are you going, good fellow?” - “I’m going where my eyes look, I don’t know myself; I lived with good old men as children, but people knocked me down, forced them to leave. - “I feel sorry for you! Here, good fellow, take a bridle and go to such and such a lake; you will see a tree there, climb it and hide. Seventy-seven mares will come running, get drunk, eat, pile on and leave again; a foal comes running - go around him, put on a bridle and go anywhere.

The adoptee took the bridle and, as it was said, went around the colt, sat on it and rode. He rode a lot, a little, a long way, a short one, and he sees something brightens on a high mountain, as if the heat is on fire; drove up there and saw a wonderful pen. Tears from the foal, wants to lift a feather; the foal says to him: “Do not take this feather, good fellow, you will get in trouble from it!” The good fellow did not obey, took a pen and went to another kingdom; came and was hired by one minister in the service. The king saw the foster child, began to praise his dexterity and agility: where ten were needed, and he alone does everything! The minister says: “Do you know, your royal majesty, what a marvelous pen he has?” The king ordered to bring a pen - to show himself; he admired the pen, and the adoptive fell in love with him - he took him to himself and made him a minister; and the foal was placed in the royal stable.

It didn’t seem to the other nobles, why did the tsar favor him? Either he served as a serf, or he landed in the ministers. He walks past their yaryg and asks: “What, brothers, are you thinking about? If you want, I'll teach you: stand all together and hang your noses; the king will pass by you and ask: “What are you thinking about? Al adversity heard? And you answer: “No, your majesty! We have not heard anything bad, but only heard that your young minister boasts of getting this wonderful feather bird. They did just that. The king calls his young minister, says that he heard about him, and orders to get the very bird. The good fellow came to the colt, fell at his feet and said: “I promised the king of this feather to get a bird.” - “So I told you: do not take a pen - there will be trouble! Well, yes, this is not a problem, but a victory 1. Go, tell the king to make you a cage - some doors open, while others close, and so that in this cage there are two boxes - filled with large and small pearls. The good fellow reported to the king, and immediately everything was done. "Well," says the foal, "now let's go to such and such a tree."

The adoptee arrived at the said place, put the cage on a tree, and hid himself in the grass. A bird flew in, saw the pearls and fluttered into the cage - the doors slammed shut. The adoptee took the cage, brought it and gives it to the king: “Here, Your Majesty, this feather is a bird!” The king loved him even more, and the nobles hated him more than ever, got together and began to think about how to kill him? There is a yaryga and says to those nobles: “Do you want me to teach you? Now the king will pass by you and ask: “What do you think? Ali heard something bad? And you say: “We heard that your young minister boasts of marrying in three months that beautiful bride that Your Majesty has been wooing for thirty-three years, but not wooed.”

The king, hearing such speeches, greatly rejoiced, immediately sent for his young minister and ordered him to certainly marry him that beautiful bride. He promised; came to the colt, fell at his feet and began to ask for help. The foal answers: “I told you: do not take a pen - there will be trouble! Well, it's not a problem, but a victory. Go, tell the king to order a ship to be made, upholstered in red velvet and loaded with gold and silver and various precious things, and that this ship could float on water and walk on land. The adoptee reported to the king, and in a short time everything was done. He boarded the ship and took the foal with him. The ship ran on dry land, sailed on the sea and, finally, landed in the state of the Tsar Maiden.

At that time, the Tsar Maiden was going to marry some king; she sends nannies and mothers to buy what she needs for the wedding; nannies and mothers saw the ship, ran to the Tsar Maiden and said that goods had been brought from distant countries. The Tsar Maiden went to the ship, looked at various overseas rarities, but she doesn’t even notice that the ship went back a long time ago. I remembered, but it's too late. “Until now,” she said, “not a single person could deceive me, I didn’t know anyone wiser than myself; but such a sly one turned up that he tricked me too! They brought her to the king; he will read it for himself, and she says: "Get the chest with my clothes, so I will go for you." The king gave the order to his young minister; the young minister listened, went to the foal and told him. The foal says: “Now go alone along such and such a road; you will be very hungry, and what you come across - you cannot eat it. Here comes the foster child on the road, he comes across cancer. A strong hunger dismantled a good fellow: “Oh, I would eat this cancer!” Cancer answers: “Don’t eat me, good fellow! I'll be good to you sometime." He goes further, he comes across a pike - lying on the sand. “Is it possible to eat a pike?” “Don’t eat me, good fellow! - answers the pike. "I'll be good enough for you sometime." Approaches the river, lo and behold - the cancer carries the keys, the pike drags the chest. He took the keys and the chest and carried it to the king.

Then the Tsar-maiden says: “If you managed to get my dowry, manage to drive here my seventy-seven mares that graze in the green meadows between the crystal mountains.” The king ordered this matter to his young minister, and he fell at the feet of the colt and began to ask him. “I told you: do not take a pen - there will be trouble! - said the foal. - Well, yes, this is not a problem, but a victory. Go, tell the king to order a stable to be built - some doors would open, while others would close. As said, so soon done. The good fellow sat on horseback, rode to the same tree where he had previously obtained a foal, and hid in the grass. Mares came running, got drunk, ate and piled on. “Well,” says the foal, “get on top of me and drive more, so that I can ride with all my strength; otherwise the mares will eat us!” A foal jumped out with a good fellow and galloped at full speed; how long, how short, he galloped and flew straight into the stable, and the mares followed him. The foal had just managed to jump out of the other doors - they slammed shut; the mares remained in the stable.

They reported to the king, he went to tell the Tsar-maiden, and she answered: “Then I will go for you when all seventy-seven mares are milked.” The king orders his minister, and he again goes to the foal and tearfully begs for help. “Go, tell the king to order a cauldron to be made, which would contain exactly seventy-seven buckets.” Made a boiler the foal says to his master: “Take off my bridle, go around the stables, then boldly sit under each mare, milk a bucket and pour it into the cauldron.” The good fellow did just that. They reported to the king that the mare's milk was finished; he goes to the Tsar Maiden, and she replies: “Tell me to boil this milk, and bathe in it.”

The king called his young minister and ordered him to try that bath in advance. The good fellow burst into bitter tears, came to the colt, fell at his feet. “Now,” he says, “my end has come!” And the foal answered: “I told you: do not touch the pen - there will be trouble! Here she comes! Well, there’s nothing to do, you have to help out; sit on me, ride to the lake, pick the very grass that the mares eat, heat it and that broth from head to toe and pour it over. The good fellow did everything that the foal punished him, came, threw himself into boiling milk, swims in a cauldron, bathes - nothing is done to him. The tsar sees that his minister is in perfect health, has taken courage and rushed there himself, and at that very moment he was boiled. The king-maiden stepped out of the tower, took the good fellow by the hand and said: “I know everything: not the king, but you fulfilled my words; I'm going to marry you!" And the next day they played a noble wedding.

1 Small trouble.

The Firebird and Vasilisa the Tsarevna // Folk Russian Tales by A. N. Afanasyev: In 3 volumes - M .: Nauka, 1984-1985. - (Lit. monuments).
T. 1. - 1984. - S. 344-349.

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In a certain kingdom, far away, in a faraway state, there lived a strong, mighty king. That king had a well done archer, and the young archer had a heroic horse.

Once an archer rode on his heroic horse into the forest to hunt. He rides along the road, rides wide - and ran into the golden feather of the firebird: the feather glows like fire!

The heroic horse tells him:

Do not take the golden pen; take it - you will know grief!

And the good fellow thought about it - raise the pen or not? If you raise it and bring it to the king, he will generously reward; and royal mercy who is not dear?

The archer did not listen to his horse, picked up the feather of the firebird, brought it and brings it to the king as a gift.

Thank you! the king says. - Yes, if you got the feather of the firebird, then get me the bird itself; and if you don’t get it - my sword, your head off your shoulders!

Sagittarius burst into bitter tears and went to his heroic horse.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered the firebird to be obtained.

I told you: do not take a pen, you will know grief! Well, don’t be afraid, don’t be sad: it’s not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask that by tomorrow a hundred sacks of white-yarn wheat be scattered all over the open field.

The king ordered to scatter a hundred sacks of white wheat across the open field.

The next day, at dawn, a well-groomed archer rode to that field, let his horse walk on the water, and hid himself behind a tree.

Suddenly the forest rustled, the waves rose on the sea - the firebird flies; flew in, descended to the ground and began to peck at the wheat. The heroic horse approached the firebird, stepped on its wing with its hoof and pressed it firmly to the ground, the archer jumped out from behind a tree, ran, tied the firebird with ropes, mounted a horse and galloped to the palace.

Brings the firebird to the king; the king saw, rejoiced, thanked the archer for his service, granted him a rank, and immediately assigned him another task.

If you managed to get the firebird, then get me a bride: far away, at the very end of the world, where the red sun rises, there is Vasilisa the princess - I need her. If you get it, I'll reward you with gold and silver, but if you don't get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse.

The king ordered to get him Vasilisa the princess.

Don't cry, don't grieve; it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask for a tent with a golden dome and various supplies and drinks for the road.

The king gave him supplies, drinks, and a tent with a golden dome. Sagittarius-well done sat on his heroic horse and rode to distant lands.

How long, how short - he comes to the end of the world, where the red sun rises from the blue of the sea. He looks, and Vasilisa the Tsarevna is sailing along the blue sea in a silver boat, shoving a golden oar.

The well done Sagittarius let his horse roam in the green meadows, plucking fresh grass; and he himself pitched a tent with a golden dome, arranged various foods and drinks, sat down in the tent - he was eating, waiting for Vasilisa the princess.

And Vasilisa the princess saw a golden dome, swam to the shore, stepped out of the boat and admires the tent.

Hello, Vasilisa-tsarevna! the shooter says. - You are welcome to eat bread and salt, try overseas wines.

Vasilisa the princess entered the tent; they began to eat, drink, and be merry. The princess drank a glass of overseas wine, got drunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Sagittarius-well done shouted to his heroic horse, the horse came running; the archer immediately takes off his tent with a golden dome, mounts a heroic horse, takes with him the sleepy princess Vasilisa and sets off on the road, like an arrow from a bow.

Came to the king; he saw Vasilisa the princess, greatly rejoiced, thanked the archer for his faithful service, rewarded him with a great treasury and bestowed a great rank.

Vasilisa the princess woke up, found out that she was far, far from the blue sea, began to cry, yearn, her face completely changed; no matter how much the king tried to persuade, it was all in vain.

So the king decided to marry her, and she says:

Let the one who brought me here go to the blue sea, in the middle of that sea lies a large stone, under that stone my wedding dress is hidden - I won’t get married without that dress!

The king immediately followed the young archer:

Go quickly to the end of the world, where the red sun rises; there on the blue sea lies a large stone, and under the stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess; get this dress and bring it here; it's time for the wedding! If you get it, I will reward you more than before, but if you don’t get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse. "That's when, - he thinks, - death cannot be avoided!"

What are you crying about, master? the horse asks.

The king ordered to get the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess from the bottom of the sea.

And what, I told you: do not take a golden pen, you will make grief! Well, don't be afraid: it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Get on me, let's go to the blue sea.

How long, how short - a well-groomed archer arrived at the end of the world and stopped at the very sea; the heroic horse saw that a huge sea crayfish was crawling along the sand, and stepped on his neck with his heavy hoof. Sea crayfish spoke:

Don't give me death, but give me life! Whatever you need, I'll do it.

The horse answered him:

In the middle of the blue of the sea lies a large stone, under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess; get that dress!

Cancer shouted with a loud voice to the blue sea; immediately the sea stirred: large and small crayfish crawled from all sides onto the shore - darkness, darkness! The elder cancer gave them an order, they rushed into the water and after an hour of time they pulled out from the bottom of the sea, from under the great stone, the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess.

A well done archer comes to the king, brings the princess's dress; and Vasilisa the princess again became stubborn.

I will not go, - he says to the king, - to marry you, until you order the young archer to bathe in hot water.

The king ordered to pour a cast-iron cauldron of water, boil it as hot as possible, and throw an archer into that boiling water. Everything is ready, the water is boiling, the spray is flying; brought the poor archer.

"That's the trouble, that's the trouble! he thinks. “Ah, why did I take the golden feather of the firebird?” Why didn't you listen to the horse?

He remembered his heroic horse and said to the king:

King-sovereign! Let me go to the horse to say goodbye before death.

Okay, go say goodbye!

The archer came to his heroic horse and wept tearfully.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered to bathe in boiling water.

Do not be afraid, do not cry, you will live! - the horse told him and the archer hastily spoke so that the boiling water would not damage his white body.

The archer returned from the stable; the working people immediately picked it up - and straight into the boiler; he dipped himself once or twice, jumped out of the cauldron, and became so handsome that he could not speak in a fairy tale or write with a pen.

The king saw that he had become such a handsome man, and wanted to bathe himself; foolishly climbed into the water and at that very moment scalded.

The king was buried, and a young archer was chosen in his place; he married Vasilisa the princess and lived with her for many years in love and harmony.

The heroic horse tells him:

Do not take the golden pen; take it - you will know grief!

And the good fellow thought about it - raise the pen, al no? If you raise it and bring it to the king, he will generously reward; and royal mercy who is not dear?

The archer did not listen to his horse, picked up the feather of the firebird, brought it and brings it to the king as a gift.

Thank you! - says the king. - Yes, if you got the feather of the firebird, then get me the bird itself; and if you don’t get it - my sword, your head off your shoulders!

Sagittarius burst into bitter tears and went to his heroic horse.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered the firebird to be obtained.

The king ordered to scatter a hundred sacks of white wheat across the open field.

The next day, at dawn, a well-groomed archer rode to that field, let his horse roam freely, and hid himself behind a tree.

Brings the firebird to the king; the king saw, rejoiced, thanked the archer for his service, granted him a rank, and immediately asked him another task:

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse.

The king ordered to get him Vasilisa the princess.

Don't cry, don't grieve; it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask for a tent with a golden dome and various supplies and drinks for the road.

The king gave him supplies, drinks, and a tent with a golden dome. Sagittarius-well done sat on his heroic horse and rode to distant lands.

And Vasilisa the princess saw a golden dome, swam to the shore, stepped out of the boat and admires the tent.

Hello, Vasilisa the Princess! - says the archer. - You are welcome to eat bread and salt, try overseas wines.

Vasilisa the princess entered the tent; they began to eat, drink, and be merry. The princess drank a glass of overseas wine, got drunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Came to the king; he saw Vasilisa the princess, greatly rejoiced, thanked the archer for his faithful service, rewarded him with a great treasury and bestowed a great rank.

Vasilisa the princess woke up, found out that she was far, far from the blue sea, began to cry, yearn, her face completely changed; no matter how much the king persuaded, all in vain.

So the king decided to marry her, and she says:

Let the one who brought me here go to the blue sea, in the middle of that sea lies a large stone, my wedding dress is hidden under that stone - I won’t get married without that dress!

The king immediately followed the young archer:

Go rather to the end of the world, where the red sun rises; there on the blue sea lies a large stone, and under the stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess; get this dress and bring it here; it's time for the wedding! If you get it, I’ll reward you more than before, but if you don’t get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse. “That’s when,” he thinks, “you can’t escape death!”

What are you crying about, master? - asks the horse.

The king ordered to get the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess from the bottom of the sea.

And what, I told you: do not take a golden pen, you will make grief! Well, don't be afraid: it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Get on me, let's go to the blue sea.

How long, how short, did the archer-well done come to the end of the world and stop at the very sea; the heroic horse saw that a huge sea crayfish was crawling along the sand, and stepped on his neck with his heavy hoof. Sea crayfish spoke:

Don't give me death, but give me life! What you need, I'll do everything

The horse answered him:

In the middle of the blue of the sea lies a large stone, under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess; get that dress!

Cancer shouted with a loud voice to the blue sea; immediately the sea stirred: large and small crayfish crawled from all sides to the shore - darkness, darkness! The elder cancer gave them an order, they rushed into the water, and after an hour of time pulled out from the bottom of the sea, from under the great stone, the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess.

A well done archer comes to the king, brings the princess's dress; and Vasilisa the princess again became stubborn.

I will not go, - he says to the king, - to marry you, until you order the young archer to bathe in hot water.

The king ordered to pour a cast-iron cauldron of water, boil it as hot as possible, and ask the archer into that boiling water. Everything is ready, the water is boiling, the spray is flying; brought the poor archer.

"That's the trouble, that's the trouble! - he thinks. - Oh, why did I take the golden feather of the firebird? Why didn't you listen to the horse?

He remembered his heroic horse and said to the king:

Tsar Sovereign Allow me to go with the horse to say goodbye before death.

Okay, go say goodbye!

The archer came to his heroic horse and wept tearfully.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered to bathe in boiling water.

Don’t be afraid, don’t cry, you will live!” the horse told him and hastily spoke to the archer so that the boiling water would not damage his white body.

The archer returned from the stable; the working people immediately picked it up - and straight into the cauldron; he dipped himself once or twice, jumped out of the cauldron - and became so handsome that he could not say in a fairy tale or write with a pen.

The king saw that he had become such a handsome man, and wanted to bathe himself; foolishly climbed into the water and at that very moment scalded.

The king was buried, and a young archer was chosen in his place; he married Vasilisa the princess and lived with her for many years in love and harmony.

In a certain kingdom, far away, in a faraway state, there lived a strong, mighty king. And that king had a well done archer, and the young archer had a heroic horse.

Once an archer rode on his heroic horse into the forest to hunt. He rides along the road, rides wide - and ran into the golden feather of the firebird: the feather glows like fire!

The heroic horse tells him:
- Don't take the golden pen. Take it - you will know grief!

And the good fellow thought - raise the pen or not? If you raise it and bring it to the king, because he will generously reward, and who is not dear to the royal mercy? The archer did not listen to his horse, picked up the feather of the firebird, brought it and brings it to the king as a gift.
- Thanks! - says the King. - Yes, if you got the feather of the firebird, then get me the bird itself. And if you don’t get it - my sword, your head off your shoulders!

Sagittarius burst into bitter tears and went to his heroic horse.
“What are you crying about, master?
- The king ordered the firebird to be obtained.
- I told you: do not take a pen, you will know grief! Well, don’t be afraid, don’t be sad: it’s not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask that by tomorrow a hundred sacks of selected wheat be scattered all over the open field.

The king ordered to scatter one hundred sacks of selected wheat over the open field.
The next day, at dawn, a well-groomed archer rode to that field, let his horse roam freely, and hid himself behind a tree.

Suddenly the forest rustled, the waves rose on the sea - the firebird flies. She flew in, descended to the ground and began to peck at the wheat. The heroic horse approached the firebird, stepped on its wing with its hoof and pressed it firmly to the ground, and the archer jumped out from behind a tree, ran up, tied the firebird with ropes, mounted a horse and galloped to the palace.

Brings the firebird to the king. The king saw, was delighted, thanked the archer for his service, granted him a rank and immediately asked him another task:
- If you managed to get the firebird, then get me a bride: far away, at the very end of the world, where the red sun rises, there is
Vasilisa Tsarevna - I need her. If you get it, I'll reward you with gold and silver, but if you don't get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse.
- The king ordered to get him Vasilisa the princess.
- Don't cry, don't grieve. It's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask for a tent with a golden dome and various supplies and drinks for the road. The king gave him supplies, drinks, and a tent with a golden dome. Sagittarius-well done sat on his heroic horse and rode to distant lands. How long, how short, he comes to the end of the world, where the red sun rises from the blue sea. He looks, and Vasilisa the Tsarevna is sailing on the sea in a silver boat, rowing with a golden oar.
The young Sagittarius let his horse roam in the green meadows, plucking fresh grass, and he himself pitched a tent with a golden dome, set up various foods and drinks, sat down in the tent - treats himself, waits for Vasilisa the princess.

And Vasilisa the princess saw a golden dome, swam to the shore, got out of the boat and admires the tent.
“Hello, Vasilisa-tsarevna! the shooter says. - You are welcome to eat bread and salt, try overseas wines.

Vasilisa the princess entered the tent. They began to eat, drink, and have fun. The princess drank a glass of overseas wine, got tipsy and fell into a deep sleep. The well done Sagittarius shouted to his heroic horse, the horse ran in an instant. The archer immediately takes off his tent with a golden dome, mounts a heroic horse, takes with him the sleepy princess Vasilisa and sets off on the road, like an arrow from a bow. Came to the king. He saw Vasilisa the princess, was very happy, thanked Sagittarius for his faithful service, rewarded him with a great treasury and bestowed a great rank.
Vasilisa the princess woke up, found out that she was far, far from the blue sea, began to cry, yearn, her face completely changed; No matter how much the king tried to persuade, it was all in vain.

So the king decided to marry her, and she says:
“Let the one who brought me here go to the blue sea, in the middle of that sea there is a large stone, my wedding dress is hidden under that stone - I won’t get married without that dress!”

The king immediately followed the young archer:
- Go to the end of the world, where the red sun rises. There, on the blue sea, lies a large stone, and a wedding dress is hidden under the stone.

Vasilisa-princesses. Get this dress and bring it here - it's time to play a wedding! If you get it, I will reward you more than before, but if you don’t get it, then my sword, your head off your shoulders!
The archer burst into bitter tears, went up to his heroic horse. "That's when, - he thinks, - death cannot be avoided!"
“What are you crying about, master? the horse asks.
- The king ordered to get the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess from the bottom of the sea.
- And what did I tell you: do not take the golden pen, you will make grief! Well, don’t be afraid: it’s not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Get on me, let's go to the blue sea.

For a long time, for a short time, a well-groomed archer arrived at the end of the world and stopped at the very sea. The heroic horse saw that a huge sea crayfish was crawling along the sand, and stepped on its neck with its heavy hoof. The sea cancer prayed:
Don't kill me, let me live! Whatever you need, I'll do it.

The horse answered him:
- In the middle of the blue sea lies a large stone, under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess; get that dress!

Cancer shouted with a loud voice to the whole blue sea. Immediately the sea stirred, and large and small crayfish crawled from all sides onto the shore - darkness, darkness! The elder cancer gave them an order, they rushed into the water and after an hour of time pulled out from the bottom of the sea, from under the great stone, the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess.

A well done archer comes to the king, brings the princess's dress, and Vasilisa the princess again became stubborn:
“I won’t go,” he says to the king, “to marry you until you tell the young archer to bathe in hot water.”

The king ordered to pour a cast-iron cauldron of water, boil as hot water as possible, and throw an archer into that boiling water. Everything is ready, the water is boiling, the spray is flying. They brought the poor archer.
"That's the trouble, that's the trouble! he thinks. “Ah, why did I take the golden feather of the firebird!” Why didn't you listen to the horse?

He remembered his heroic horse and said to the king:
- King-sovereign! Let me go with the horse to say goodbye before death.
- Okay, go say goodbye!

The archer came to his heroic horse and wept tearfully.
“What are you crying about, master?
- The king ordered to bathe in boiling water.
Don't be afraid, don't cry, you will live! - the horse told him and the archer hastily spoke so that the boiling water would not damage his white body.

The archer returned from the stable; the working people immediately picked it up - and straight into the boiler. He plunged once or twice, jumped out of the cauldron - and became such a handsome man that he can’t be told in a fairy tale or described with a pen. The king saw that he had become such a handsome man, wanted to take a bath himself, foolishly climbed into the water and was boiled at that very moment.

The king was buried, and a young archer was chosen in his place. He married Princess Vasilisa and lived with her for many years in love and harmony.

In a certain kingdom, far away, in a faraway state, there lived a strong, mighty king. That king had a well done archer, and the young archer had a heroic horse.

Once an archer rode on his heroic horse into the forest to hunt. He rides along the road, rides wide - and ran into the golden feather of the firebird: the feather glows like fire!

The heroic horse tells him:

Do not take the golden pen; take it - you will know grief!

And the good fellow thought about it - raise the pen or not? If you raise it and bring it to the king, he will generously reward; and royal mercy who is not dear?

The archer did not listen to his horse, picked up the feather of the firebird, brought it and brings it to the king as a gift.

Thank you! the king says. - Yes, if you got the feather of the firebird, then get me the bird itself; and if you don’t get it - my sword, your head off your shoulders!

Sagittarius burst into bitter tears and went to his heroic horse.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered the firebird to be obtained.

The king ordered to scatter a hundred sacks of white wheat across the open field.

The next day, at dawn, a well-groomed archer rode to that field, let his horse walk on the water, and hid himself behind a tree.

Brings the firebird to the king; the king saw, rejoiced, thanked the archer for his service, granted him a rank, and immediately assigned him another task.

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse.

The king ordered to get him Vasilisa the princess.

Don't cry, don't grieve; it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Go to the king, ask for a tent with a golden dome and various supplies and drinks for the road.

The king gave him supplies, drinks, and a tent with a golden dome. Sagittarius-well done sat on his heroic horse and rode to distant lands.

And Vasilisa the princess saw a golden dome, swam to the shore, stepped out of the boat and admires the tent.

Hello, Vasilisa-tsarevna! the shooter says. - You are welcome to eat bread and salt, try overseas wines.

Vasilisa the princess entered the tent; they began to eat, drink, and be merry. The princess drank a glass of overseas wine, got drunk and fell into a deep sleep.

Came to the king; he saw Vasilisa the princess, greatly rejoiced, thanked the archer for his faithful service, rewarded him with a great treasury and bestowed a great rank.

Vasilisa the princess woke up, found out that she was far, far from the blue sea, began to cry, yearn, her face completely changed; no matter how much the king tried to persuade, it was all in vain.

So the king decided to marry her, and she says:

Let the one who brought me here go to the blue sea, in the middle of that sea lies a large stone, under that stone my wedding dress is hidden - I won’t get married without that dress!

The king immediately followed the young archer:

The archer burst into bitter tears, went to his heroic horse. "That's when, - he thinks, - death cannot be avoided!"

What are you crying about, master? the horse asks.

The king ordered to get the wedding dress of Vasilisa the princess from the bottom of the sea.

And what, I told you: do not take a golden pen, you will make grief! Well, don't be afraid: it's not a problem yet, the trouble is ahead! Get on me, let's go to the blue sea.

Don't give me death, but give me life! Whatever you need, I'll do it.

The horse answered him:

In the middle of the blue of the sea lies a large stone, under that stone is hidden the wedding dress of Vasilisa the Princess; get that dress!

A well done archer comes to the king, brings the princess's dress; and Vasilisa the princess again became stubborn.

I will not go, - he says to the king, - to marry you, until you order the young archer to bathe in hot water.

"That's the trouble, that's the trouble! he thinks. “Ah, why did I take the golden feather of the firebird?” Why didn't you listen to the horse?

He remembered his heroic horse and said to the king:

King-sovereign! Let me go to the horse to say goodbye before death.

Okay, go say goodbye!

The archer came to his heroic horse and wept tearfully.

What are you crying about, master?

The king ordered to bathe in boiling water.

Do not be afraid, do not cry, you will live! - the horse told him and the archer hastily spoke so that the boiling water would not damage his white body.

The king saw that he had become such a handsome man, and wanted to bathe himself; foolishly climbed into the water and at that very moment scalded.

The king was buried, and a young archer was chosen in his place; he married Vasilisa the princess and lived with her for many years in love and harmony.