The tale of a poor fisherman who caught a goldfish in his net. The old man took pity on the fish and released it into the sea. For this, the fish promised to fulfill any of his wishes. The old man did not ask for anything, but when he returned home, he told his wife about what had happened. The old woman began to scold the fisherman and sent him back to the sea for a new trough. Having received a new trough, the old woman wanted a new tower, then become a noblewoman. So she could not appease her desires and encroached on the title of the sea mistress. For which she lost everything and remained again at the broken trough.
The tale of the fisherman and the fish read
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.
For the third time he threw a net -
A net came with one fish,
With not just a fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
In a human voice he says:
“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 an affectionate 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 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,
Ours is completely split. "
Here he went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea is playing a little.
He began to click on the goldfish.
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).
"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;
In front of 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!
Turn 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 down on my neck
There are golden rings on our hands,
Red boots on my feet.
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,
Overseas wines are poured into 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,
Only from the eyes she ordered him to be driven away.
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 to 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:
“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,
So that a gold fish serve 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:
And 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 okiyan-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on the parcels. "
The fish said nothing
I just splashed my tail on the water
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.
(Ill. B. Dekhtereva, ed. Children's literature, 1991)
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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!
In a human voice he says:
“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 an affectionate 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 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,
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 down 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 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;
(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 down on my neck
There are golden rings on our hands,
Red boots on my feet.
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 involuntarily ”.
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,
Overseas wines are poured into 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,
Only from the eyes she ordered him to be driven away.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed into the back.
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 to 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 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,
So that a gold fish serve 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:
And 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 Okiyane-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on the parcels. "
The fish said nothing
I just splashed my tail on the water
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.
Analysis of "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" by Pushkin
"The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" is the simplest and most edifying of all Pushkin's tales. He wrote it in 1833 in Boldino. The poet took one of the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm as a basis, but seriously reworked it in the spirit of Russian national traditions.
The main point of the tale of the goldfish is to condemn human greed. Pushkin shows that this negative quality is inherent in all people, regardless of material or social status. In the center of the plot are a poor old man with an old woman who have lived by the sea all their lives. Despite the fact that both worked hard, they never made any fortune. The old man continues to fish for food, and the old woman sits for "her yarn" all day. Pushkin does not indicate the reason, but the poor old people do not have children, or they left their parents long ago. This further increases their suffering, since they have no one else to hope for.
The old man is often left without a catch, but one day he is lucky. The seine brings a magic goldfish, which, in exchange for freedom, invites the old man to fulfill any of his wishes. Even poverty is not capable of destroying the feelings of kindness and compassion in an old man. He just lets go of the fish, saying "God is with you."
Quite different feelings are born in the soul of an old woman at the news of her husband's catch. She attacks him with furious abuse, accusing the old man of stupidity. But she herself, apparently, does not fully believe in the magic promise, since for verification she only asks for a new trough.
After the fulfillment of the desire, the old woman begins to taste. Her appetite flares up, and each time she sends the old man with even greater requests. Moreover, the wretchedness of thinking of a person becomes noticeable, whose whole life was spent in poverty. She does not have enough intelligence to immediately ask, for example, a lot of money, which would save the old man for a long time from constant appeals to the fish. The old woman is gradually asking for a new home, nobility, royal power. The highest limit of dreams for her is the desire to become a sea queen.
The old man meekly fulfills every wish of the old woman. He feels guilty before her for all the years of his bleak life. At the same time, he is ashamed in front of a fish that does not show dissatisfaction with new requests. Rybka is sorry for the old man, she understands his dependence on the old woman. But the last insane desire brings her patience to the end. She does not punish the old woman who has gone mad with greed in any way, but simply returns everything to the broken trough.
For the old man, this is even the best way out, since he again becomes the master of his house. And the old woman learned a serious lesson. For the rest of her short life, she will remember how, out of greed, she destroyed the power and wealth floating into her hands with her own hands.
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.
For the third time he threw a net -
A net came with one fish,
With not just a fish - gold.
How the goldfish will pray!
In a human voice he says:
"Let go of you, old man, me 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 an affectionate 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 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,
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?"
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, 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;
In front of 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!
Turn 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 down on my neck
There are golden rings on our hands,
Red boots on my feet.
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 do not 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,
Overseas wines are poured into 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, is your darling happy now? "
The old woman did not look at him,
Only from the eyes she ordered him to be driven away.
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 to 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,
So that a gold fish serve me
And I would have it on the parcels. "
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!
In a human voice he says:
“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 an affectionate 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 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,
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:
"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,
(The blue sea is clouded.)
He began to click on the 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, 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;
(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 down on my neck
There are golden rings on our hands,
Red boots on my feet.
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
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 involuntarily ”.
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,
Overseas wines are poured into 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,
Only from the eyes she ordered him to be driven away.
Boyars and nobles ran up,
The old man was pushed into the back.
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 to 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 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,
So that a gold fish serve 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:
And 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 Okiyane-sea,
To serve her yourself
And she would have it on the parcels. "
The fish said nothing
I just splashed my tail on the water
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.
