Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are dressy, entertaining, and the third is a silent, modest one.
The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress and bright eyes.
Masha has all her beauty - her light brown braid falls to the ground and touches the flowers.
The older sisters are white-handed and lazy, and Mashenka is always at work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And he flies over the beds, and pricks splinters, milks the cows, feeds the ducks. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, doesn’t say a word to anyone, she’s ready to do everything.
The older sisters push her around and force her to work for themselves. But Masha is silent.
That's how we lived.
One day a man was getting ready to take hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:
- Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.
Another daughter asks:
- Buy me some scarlet velvet.
But Masha is silent. The old man felt sorry for her:
- What should I buy for you, Mashenka?
- And buy me, dear father, a poured apple and a silver saucer.
The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.
- Oh yes Masha, oh yes little fool! Yes, we have a garden full of apples, take any, but what do you need a saucer for? Feed the ducklings?
- No, sisters. I will begin to roll the apple on a saucer and pronounce the cherished words. The old lady taught me them because I served her kalach.
“Okay,” says the man, “there’s no point in laughing at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.
Whether it’s close, whether it’s far, how long, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought blue silk to one daughter, scarlet velvet to another, and a silver saucer and a juicy apple for Mashenka. The sisters are very happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Mashenka:
- Sit with your apple, fool...
Mashenka sat down in the corner of the room, rolled a poured apple on a silver saucer, and sang and said:
- Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me cities and fields, show me forests and seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all of my dear Mother Rus'.
Suddenly a silver ringing sound was heard. The whole upper room was filled with light: an apple rolled on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the height of the mountains, and the beauty of the sky: the clear sun rolls behind the bright month, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the creeks. The sisters looked at each other, and they themselves were filled with envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple from Mashenka. Masha doesn’t want anything, doesn’t take anything, and plays with the saucer every evening. Her sisters began to lure her into the forest:
“Darling sister, let’s go into the forest to pick berries and bring strawberries to mother and father.”
The sisters went into the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries in sight. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, and began to sing and say:
- Roll, little apple, on a silver saucer, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.
Suddenly there was a silver ringing sound, an apple rolled onto a silver saucer, and on the silver saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where azure flowers bloom, where mushrooms hide, where springs gush, where swans sing in the creeks. When the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a gnarled stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch tree, and took the saucer with the apple for themselves. We arrived home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, and they said to the father and mother:
- Mashenka ran away from us. We went around the whole forest and didn’t find her; Apparently, the wolves ate the thicket. The father tells them:
- Roll the apple on the saucer, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, no forests, no fields, no high mountains, no beautiful skies are visible on the saucer.
At that time, at that time, a shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he saw a white birch tree standing, a tubercle dug under the birch tree, and azure flowers were blooming all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.
The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t even have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays and says:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse the young shepherdess. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The shepherd boy got scared, ran to the village, and told the people.
People gathered and gasped. Mashenka’s father also came running. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself began to sing and say:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The father cried:
- Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.
The shepherd boy brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch tree there are azure flowers, on the birch tree the titmouse birds sing songs.
They dug up the tubercle, and Mashenka was lying there. Dead, but more beautiful alive: there is a blush on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.
And the pipe plays and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for an apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.
The two envious sisters shook, turned white, fell to their knees, and confessed to their guilt.
They were locked under iron locks until the royal decree, the high command.
And the old man got ready to go to the royal city for living water.
Whether it was soon or how long it took, he came to that city and came to the palace.
Here the king comes down from the golden porch. The old man bows to him and tells him everything.
The king tells him:
- Take, old man, living water from my royal well. And when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, with an apple, with her sisters.
The old man rejoices, bows to the ground, and takes home a bottle of living water.
As soon as he sprinkled Maryushka with living water, she immediately became alive and fell like a dove on her father’s neck. People came running and rejoiced.
The old man and his daughters went to the city. They brought him to the palace chambers.
The king came out. He looked at Maryushka. The girl stands like a spring flower, her eyes are like sunlight, her face is like dawn, tears are rolling down her cheeks like pearls, falling.
The king asks Maryushka:
- Where is your saucer, pouring apple?
Maryushka took a saucer with an apple, rolled the apple down the silver saucer. Suddenly there was a ringing sound, and on a silver platter, one by one, the Russian cities were displayed, in them the regiments gathered with banners, stood in battle formation, governors in front of the formations, heads in front of the platoons, foremen in front of the dozens. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a silver saucer. And on a silver platter the sea is agitated, ships are swimming like swans, flags are fluttering, guns are firing. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer the whole sky flaunts; The sun is rolling clear behind the bright moon, the stars are gathering in a round dance, the swans are singing songs in the cloud.
The king is surprised at the miracles, and the beauty bursts into tears and says to the king:
- Take my pouring apple, silver saucer, just have mercy on my sisters, don’t destroy them for me.
The king picked her up and said:
- Your saucer is silver, but your heart is golden. Do you want to be my dear wife, a good queen for the kingdom? And for the sake of your request, I will have mercy on your sisters.
They arranged a feast for the whole world: they played so much that the stars fell from the sky; They danced so hard that the floors were broken.
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are dressy, entertaining, and the third is a silent, modest one. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress and bright eyes. Masha has all her beauty - her light brown braid falls to the ground and touches the flowers. The older sisters are white-handed and lazy, and Mashenka is always at work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And he flies over the beds, and pricks splinters, milks the cows, feeds the ducks. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, doesn’t say a word to anyone, she’s ready to do everything.
The older sisters push her around and force her to work for themselves. But Masha is silent.
That's how we lived. One day a man was getting ready to take hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:
- Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.
Another daughter asks:
- Buy me some scarlet velvet.
But Masha is silent. The old man felt sorry for her:
- What should I buy for you, Mashenka?
- And buy me, dear father, a poured apple and a silver saucer.
The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.
- Oh yes Masha, oh yes little fool! Yes, we have a garden full of apples, take any, but what do you need a saucer for? Feed the ducklings?
- No, sisters. I will begin to roll the apple on a saucer and pronounce the cherished words. The old lady taught me them because I served her kalach.
“Okay,” says the man, “there’s no point in laughing at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.
Whether it’s close, whether it’s far, how long, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought blue silk to one daughter, scarlet velvet to another, and a silver saucer and a juicy apple for Mashenka. The sisters are very happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Mashenka:
- Sit with your apple, fool...
Mashenka sat down in the corner of the room, rolled a poured apple on a silver saucer, and sang and said:
- Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me cities and fields, show me forests and seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all of my dear Mother Rus'.
Suddenly a silver ringing sound was heard. The whole upper room was filled with light: an apple rolled on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the height of the mountains, and the beauty of the sky: the clear sun rolls behind the bright month, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the creeks. The sisters looked at each other, and they themselves were filled with envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple from Mashenka. Masha doesn’t want anything, doesn’t take anything, and plays with the saucer every evening. Her sisters began to lure her into the forest:
“Darling sister, let’s go into the forest to pick berries and bring strawberries to mother and father.”
The sisters went into the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries in sight. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, and began to sing and say:
- Roll, little apple, on a silver saucer, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.
Suddenly there was a silver ringing sound, an apple rolled onto a silver saucer, and on the silver saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where azure flowers bloom, where mushrooms hide, where springs gush, where swans sing in the creeks. When the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a gnarled stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch tree, and took the saucer with the apple for themselves. We arrived home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, and they said to the father and mother:
- Mashenka ran away from us. We went around the whole forest and didn’t find her; Apparently, the wolves ate the thicket. The father tells them:
- Roll the apple on the saucer, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, no forests, no fields, no high mountains, no beautiful skies are visible on the saucer.
At that time, at that time, a shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he saw a white birch tree standing, a tubercle dug under the birch tree, and azure flowers were blooming all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.
The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t even have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays and says:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse the young shepherdess. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The shepherd boy got scared, ran to the village, and told the people.
People gathered and gasped. Mashenka’s father also came running. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself began to sing and say:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The father cried:
- Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.
The shepherd boy brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch tree there are azure flowers, on the birch tree the titmouse birds sing songs.
They dug up the tubercle, and Mashenka was lying there. Dead, but more beautiful alive: there is a blush on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.
And the pipe plays and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for an apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.
The two envious sisters shook, turned white, fell to their knees, and confessed to their guilt.
They were locked under iron locks until the royal decree, the high command.
And the old man got ready to go to the royal city for living water.
Whether it was soon or how long it took, he came to that city and came to the palace.
Here the king comes down from the golden porch. The old man bows to him and tells him everything.
The king tells him:
- Take, old man, living water from my royal well. And when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, with an apple, with her sisters.
The old man rejoices, bows to the ground, and takes home a bottle of living water.
As soon as he sprinkled Maryushka with living water, she immediately became alive and fell like a dove on her father’s neck. People came running and rejoiced. The old man and his daughters went to the city. They brought him to the palace chambers.
The king came out. He looked at Maryushka. The girl stands like a spring flower, her eyes are like sunlight, her face is like dawn, tears are rolling down her cheeks like pearls, falling.
The king asks Maryushka:
- Where is your saucer, pouring apple?
Maryushka took a saucer with an apple, rolled the apple down the silver saucer. Suddenly there was a ringing sound, and on a silver platter, one by one, the Russian cities were displayed, in them the regiments gathered with banners, stood in battle formation, governors in front of the formations, heads in front of the platoons, foremen in front of the dozens. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a silver saucer. And on a silver platter the sea is agitated, ships are swimming like swans, flags are fluttering, guns are firing. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer the whole sky flaunts; The sun is rolling clear behind the bright moon, the stars are gathering in a round dance, the swans are singing songs in the cloud.
The king is surprised at the miracles, and the beauty bursts into tears and says to the king:
- Take my pouring apple, silver saucer, just have mercy on my sisters, don’t destroy them for me.
The king picked her up and said:
- Your saucer is silver, but your heart is golden. Do you want to be my dear wife, a good queen for the kingdom? And for the sake of your request, I will have mercy on your sisters.
They arranged a feast for the whole world: they played so much that the stars fell from the sky; They danced so hard that the floors were broken. That's
Silver saucer and pouring apple - Russian folk tale - Russian fairy tales
Silver saucer and pouring apple
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are dressy, entertaining, and the third is a silent, modest one. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress and bright eyes. Masha has all her beauty - her light brown braid falls to the ground and touches the flowers. The older sisters are white-handed and lazy, and Mashenka is always at work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And he flies over the beds, and pricks splinters, milks the cows, feeds the ducks. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, doesn’t say a word to anyone, she’s ready to do everything.
The older sisters push her around and force her to work for themselves. But Masha is silent.
That's how we lived. One day a man was getting ready to take hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:
Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.
Another daughter asks:
And buy me some scarlet velvet.
But Masha is silent. The old man felt sorry for her:
What should I buy for you, Mashenka?
And buy me, dear father, a poured apple and a silver saucer.
The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.
Oh yes Masha, oh yes little fool! Yes, we have a garden full of apples, take any, but what do you need a saucer for? Feed the ducklings?
No, sisters. I will begin to roll the apple on a saucer and pronounce the cherished words. The old lady taught me them because I served her kalach.
Okay,” says the man, “there’s no point in laughing at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.
Whether it’s close, whether it’s far, how long, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought blue silk to one daughter, scarlet velvet to another, and a silver saucer and a juicy apple for Mashenka. The sisters are very happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Mashenka:
Sit with your apple, fool...
Mashenka sat down in the corner of the room, rolled a poured apple on a silver saucer, and sang and said:
Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me cities and fields, show me forests and seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all of my dear Mother Rus'.
Suddenly a silver ringing sound was heard. The whole upper room was filled with light: an apple rolled on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the height of the mountains, and the beauty of the sky: the clear sun rolls behind the bright month, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the creeks. The sisters looked at each other, and they themselves were filled with envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple from Mashenka. Masha doesn’t want anything, doesn’t take anything, and plays with the saucer every evening. Her sisters began to lure her into the forest:
Darling sister, let's go into the forest to pick berries and bring strawberries to mother and father.
The sisters went into the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries in sight. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, and began to sing and say:
Roll, little apple, on a silver plate, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.
Suddenly there was a silver ringing sound, an apple rolled onto a silver saucer, and on the silver saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where azure flowers bloom, where mushrooms hide, where springs gush, where swans sing in the creeks. When the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a gnarled stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch tree, and took the saucer with the apple for themselves. We arrived home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, and they said to the father and mother:
Mashenka ran away from us. We went around the whole forest and didn’t find her; Apparently, the wolves ate the thicket. The father tells them:
Roll the apple on the saucer, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, no forests, no fields, no high mountains, no beautiful skies are visible on the saucer.
At that time, at that time, a shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he saw a white birch tree standing, a tubercle dug under the birch tree, and azure flowers were blooming all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.
The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t even have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays and says:
Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse the young shepherdess. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The shepherd boy got scared, ran to the village, and told the people.
People gathered and gasped. Mashenka’s father also came running. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself began to sing and say:
Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The father cried:
Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.
The shepherd boy brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch tree there are azure flowers, on the birch tree the titmouse birds sing songs.
They dug up the tubercle, and Mashenka was lying there. Dead, but more beautiful alive: there is a blush on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.
And the pipe plays and says:
Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for an apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.
The two envious sisters shook, turned white, fell to their knees, and confessed to their guilt.
They were locked under iron locks until the royal decree, the high command.
And the old man got ready to go to the royal city for living water.
Whether it was soon or how long it took, he came to that city and came to the palace.
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are dressy, entertaining, and the third is a silent, modest one. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress and bright eyes. All Masha’s beauty is a light brown braid that falls to the ground and touches the flowers. The older sisters are white-handed and lazy, and Mashenka is always at work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And he flies over the beds, and pricks splinters, milks the cows, feeds the ducks. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, doesn’t say a word to anyone, she’s ready to do everything.
The older sisters push her around and force her to work for themselves. But Masha is silent.
That's how we lived. One day a man was getting ready to take hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:
- Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.
Another daughter asks:
- Buy me some scarlet velvet.
But Masha is silent. The old man felt sorry for her:
- What should I buy for you, Mashenka?
“And buy me, dear father, a poured apple and a silver saucer.”
The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.
- Oh, Masha, oh, little fool! Yes, we have a garden full of apples, take any, but what do you need a saucer for? Feed the ducklings?
- No, sisters. I will begin to roll the apple on a saucer and pronounce the cherished words. The old lady taught me them because I served her kalach.
“Okay,” says the man, “there’s no point in laughing at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.
Whether it’s close, whether it’s far, how long, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought blue silk to one daughter, scarlet velvet to another, and a silver saucer and a juicy apple for Mashenka. The sisters are very happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Mashenka:
- Sit with your apple, fool...
Mashenka sat down in the corner of the room, rolled a poured apple on a silver saucer, and sang and said:
- Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me cities and fields, show me forests and seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all of my dear Mother Rus'.
Suddenly a silver ringing sound was heard. The whole upper room was filled with light: an apple rolled on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the height of the mountains, and the beauty of the sky: the clear sun rolls behind the bright month, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the creeks. The sisters looked at each other, and they themselves were filled with envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple from Mashenka. Masha doesn’t want anything, doesn’t take anything, and plays with the saucer every evening. Her sisters began to lure her into the forest:
“Darling sister, let’s go into the forest to pick berries and bring strawberries to mother and father.”
The sisters went into the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries in sight. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, and began to sing and say:
- Roll, little apple, on a silver saucer, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.
Suddenly there was a silver ringing sound, an apple rolled onto a silver saucer, and on the silver saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where azure flowers bloom, where mushrooms hide, where springs gush, where swans sing in the creeks. When the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a gnarled stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch tree, and took the saucer with the apple for themselves. We arrived home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, and they said to the father and mother:
- Mashenka ran away from us. We went around the whole forest and didn’t find her; Apparently, the wolves ate the thicket. The father tells them:
- Roll the apple on the saucer, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, no forests, no fields, no high mountains, no beautiful skies are visible on the saucer.
At that time, at that time, a shepherd boy was looking for a sheep in the forest, and he saw a white birch tree standing, a tubercle dug under the birch tree, and azure flowers blooming all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.
The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t even have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays and says:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse the young shepherd. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The shepherd boy got scared, ran to the village, and told the people.
People gathered and gasped. Mashenka’s father also came running. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself began to sing and say:
- Play, play, little pipe, play, little reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, poor thing, killed me young, for a silver saucer, for an apple.
The father cried:
“Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.”
The shepherd boy brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch tree there are azure flowers, on the birch tree the titmouse birds sing songs.
They dug up the tubercle, and Mashenka was lying there. Dead, but more beautiful alive: there is a blush on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.
And the pipe plays and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for an apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.
The two envious sisters shook, turned white, fell to their knees, and confessed to their guilt.
They were locked under iron locks until the royal decree, the high command.
And the old man got ready to go to the royal city for living water.
Whether it was soon or how long it took, he came to that city and came to the palace.
Here the king comes down from the golden porch. The old man bows to him and tells him everything.
The king tells him:
- Take, old man, living water from my royal well. And when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, with an apple, with her sisters.
The old man rejoices, bows to the ground, and takes home a bottle of living water.
As soon as he sprinkled Maryushka with living water, she immediately became alive and fell like a dove on her father’s neck. People came running and rejoiced. The old man and his daughters went to the city. They brought him to the palace chambers.
The king came out. He looked at Maryushka. The girl stands like a spring flower, her eyes are like sunlight, her face is like dawn, tears are rolling down her cheeks like pearls, falling.
The king asks Maryushka:
- Where is your saucer, the pouring apple?
Maryushka took a saucer with an apple, rolled the apple down the silver saucer. Suddenly there was a ringing sound, and on a silver platter, one by one, the Russian cities were displayed, in them the regiments gathered with banners, stood in battle formation, governors in front of the formations, heads in front of the platoons, foremen in front of the dozens. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a silver saucer. And on a silver platter the sea is agitated, ships are swimming like swans, flags are fluttering, guns are firing. And the shooting, and the shooting, the smoke formed a cloud - it hid everything from my eyes.
An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer the whole sky flaunts; The sun is rolling clear behind the bright moon, the stars are gathering in a round dance, the swans are singing songs in the cloud.
The king is surprised at the miracles, and the beauty bursts into tears and says to the king:
“Take my pouring apple, my silver saucer, just have mercy on my sisters, don’t destroy them for me.”
The king picked her up and said:
“Your saucer is silver, but your heart is gold.” Do you want to be my dear wife, a good queen for the kingdom? And for the sake of your request, I will have mercy on your sisters.
They arranged a feast for the whole world: they played so much that the stars fell from the sky; They danced so hard that the floors were broken. That's the whole fairy tale...
About the silver saucer and the pouring apple
Source of text: V.A. Gatsuk - Tales of the Russian people. EOS Publishing House, Moscow, 1992. OCR and spell check: The Old Man and the Sea (Ernest Hemingway Official Website). A man and his wife had three daughters: Two were dressy girls, entertainers, and the third was simple-minded; and her sisters, and after them her father and mother, call her a fool. The fool is pushed everywhere, pushed around in everything, forced to work; She doesn’t say a word, she’s ready for anything: flying grass, splitting splinters, milking cows, feeding ducks. Whoever asks anything, the fool always says: “Fool, go! Look behind everything, fool!” A man goes to the fair with hay and promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks: “Buy me, father, some kumac for a sundress.” Another daughter asks: “Buy me a scarlet Chinese shirt.” And the fool remains silent and watches. Even though she’s a fool, she’s a daughter; sorry for the father: - and he asked her: “What should you buy, fool?” The fool grinned and said: “Buy me, dear father, a silver saucer and an apple.” “What do you need?” - the sisters ask. “I will roll an apple on a saucer and pronounce words that an old woman passing by taught me because I served her a roll.” The man promised and went. How close, how far, how long, how long was he at the fair, sold the hay, bought some gifts: for one daughter a scarlet Chinese dress, another for a sundress, and for the fool a silver saucer and a juicy apple; returned home and shows. The sisters were happy, they sewed sundresses, but they laughed at the fool and waited to see what she would do with the silver saucer and the pouring apple. The fool doesn’t eat the apple, but sits down in the corner and says: “Roll and roll, little apple, on a silver saucer, show me cities and fields, forests and seas, and the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies!” An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on the saucer all the cities are visible one after another, ships on the seas and shelves in the fields, and the height of the mountains, and the beauty of the skies. The sun rolls after the sun, the stars gather in a round dance... Everything is so beautiful, it’s amazing that you can’t say it in a fairy tale or write it with a pen! The sisters looked at each other, and they themselves were filled with envy: how to lure a saucer away from a fool; but she wouldn’t trade her saucer for anything. The evil sisters walk around, call and persuade: “Darling sister! Let’s go to the forest to pick berries and pick some strawberries.” The fool gave the saucer to her father, got up and went into the forest; wanders with his sisters, picks berries and sees that a spade is lying on the grass. Suddenly the evil sisters grabbed the spade, killed the fool, buried her under a birch tree, and came to their father late and said: “The fool ran away from us, disappeared without a trace; we went around the forest, but didn’t find her: apparently, the wolves ate her!” It’s a pity for the father: even if she’s a fool, her daughter is! A man cries for his daughter; He took the saucer and the apple, put it in the casket and locked it; and the sisters are shedding tears. A shepherd leads the flock, blows the trumpet at dawn and goes through the forest to look for a sheep. He sees a tubercle under a birch tree to the side, and on it there are scarlet and azure flowers around it, with a reed above the flowers. The young shepherd cut a reed, made a pipe, and the pipe itself sings and pronounces. “Play and play, little pipe! Amuse the light of the father, my dear mother and my dear sisters. They ruined me, poor thing, sold off the world for a silver saucer, for a pouring apple!” People heard, came running, the whole village followed the shepherd, pestered the shepherd, asking: who was killed? There is no end to questions. “Good people!” says the shepherd. “I don’t know anything. I was looking for a sheep in the forest and saw a tubercle, on the tubercle there were flowers, above the flowers there was a reed; I cut the reed, made myself a pipe - the pipe itself plays and pronounces.” The fool’s father happened to be here, hears the shepherd’s words, grabbed the pipe, and the pipe itself sings: “Play and play, pipe, dear father, amuse him with his mother. They ruined me, poor thing, sold me from the world for a silver saucer, for a pouring apple.” “Lead us, shepherd,” says the father, “to where you cut the reed.” He followed the shepherd into the woods, onto a hillock, and marveled at the flowers, scarlet and azure. So they began to tear apart the tubercle and dug up the dead body. The father clasped his hands, groaned, recognized his unfortunate daughter - she was lying dead, ruined by someone unknown, buried by someone unknown. Good people ask: who killed and ruined her? And the pipe itself plays and says: “My dear father of light, my sisters called me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for a pouring apple; you will not awaken me from a heavy sleep until you get water from the royal well... “The two envious sisters began to shake, turned pale—and their souls were on fire—and confessed their guilt; they were seized, tied up, locked in a dark cellar until the royal decree, the high command; and the father got ready to go to the throne city. Whether it was soon or how long it took, he arrived in that city. He comes to the palace; behold, the sun king came out from the golden porch, the old man bowed to the ground, asking for royal mercy. The king says: “Take, old man, living water from the royal well; when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, an apple, and her sister-little sisters.” The old man rejoices, bows to the ground and takes home a bottle of living water; he runs into the woods, onto a colored hillock, and tears off the body there. As soon as he sprinkled water, his daughter stood up alive in front of him and fell like a dove on her father’s neck. People came running and cried. The old man went to the throne city, they brought him to the royal chambers. The sun king came out; sees an old man with three daughters; two are tied by the hands, and the third daughter is like a spring flower, her eyes are a heavenly light, the dawn is on her face, tears are rolling from her eyes, like pearls, falling. The king looks and is surprised; He became angry at the evil sisters, and asked the beauty: “Where are your saucer and pouring apple?” Then she took the casket from her father’s hands, took out an apple with a saucer, and the king herself asked: “What do you, Tsar-Sovereign, want to see: your strong cities, your brave regiments, ships on the sea, wonderful stars in the sky? " She rolled a liquid apple on a silver saucer, and on the saucer, one by one, the cities are displayed, regiments gather in them, with banners, with arquebuses, they stand in battle formation, commanders in front of the formations, heads in front of the platoons, foremen in front of the tens; and firing and shooting, smoke formed a cloud, hid everything from my eyes! An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one: on the saucer the sea is agitated, ships swim like swans, flags flutter, they shoot from the stern; and shooting and firing, the smoke formed a cloud, hid everything from my eyes! An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one: the whole sky is adorned in the saucer, the sun spins after the sun, the stars gather in a round dance... The king is surprised by the miracles, and the beauty sheds tears, falls at the king’s feet, asks for mercy: “Tsar-Sovereign! - she says. “Take my silver saucer and a pouring apple, just forgive my sisters, don’t ruin them for me.” The king took pity on her tears and pardoned her request; She screamed with joy and rushed to hug her sisters. The king looks and is amazed; He took the beauty by the hands and said to her affably: “I honor your kindness, I will distinguish your beauty: do you want to be my wife, a good queen to the kingdom?” “Tsar-sovereign!” the beauty answers. “Your will is royal, and over your daughter is your father’s will, the blessing of your own mother. As the father orders, as the mother blesses, so I will say.” The father bowed to the ground; They sent for the mother - the mother gave her blessing. “I have another word for you,” the beauty said to the king: “do not separate my relatives from me; let my mother, my father, and my sisters be with me.” Here the sisters bow at her feet: “We are unworthy!” - they say. “Everything is forgotten, dear sisters!” she answers them. “You are my relatives, not from other sides; and whoever remembers the old evil, look out!” So she said, smiled and raised her sisters; and the sisters, in repentance, cry like a river, they don’t want to get up from the ground. Then the king ordered them to get up, looked at them meekly, and ordered them to stay in the palace. The king is in the palace; the porch is all lit up, like the sun in its rays; the king and queen got into the chariot; the earth is trembling, the people are running: “Hello,” he shouts, “for many years!”