Scarlet Cossack Quote in the style of the public. Aksakov Sergiy Timofiyovich: a short biography. Cossack housekeeper of Pelage
"The Scarlet Flower"
Cossack housekeeper Pelageya
Kazku "The Scarlet Flower" writing down the vidomy Russian writer Sergiy Timofiyovich Aksakov (1791 - 1859). I feel in my childhood the hour of my ailment. The scribe explains so much about the story in the story "Children of Bagrov's Grandson ..." Pelageya came, not young, even more white, rumyana ... sat down bilya stove and began to say, trokhi voiced: "in a certain kingdom, in that for the state ..."
Why do you need to say, why am I not falling asleep until the end of the Kazka, who, navpaki, am I awake more than a little bit?
The next day, I heard at once about "Scarlet Quote". For three hours, until the earliest day, Pelageya was giving me a day out of her legs. For those of them I remember more "Tsar-dіvitsu", "Ivana-ugly", "Firebird" and "Serpent Gorinich".
V the rest of the rock life, pratsuyuchi over the book "Children of the Fate of Bagrova-Onuk", Sergei Timofiyovich guessed the housekeeper Pelageya, the miraculous kazku "The Scarlet Flower" and writing down from memory. For the first time, the Bula was handled in 1858, and for a while she became our beloved Kazka.
In some (1) kingdoms, in which for the state there is alive-buv a rich merchant, amenity of lyudin.
There is a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, expensive stones, gold and silver belongings (2) and that merchant has three daughters, all three red writing, and mensha is more beautiful for all; і loving wine of daughters of their greatest wealth, pearls, expensive stones, gold and precious belongings - for this reason, it’s because of this reason that it’s not a good thing to love; loving the wines of the older daughters, and loving the little one more, then you won’t be more beautiful for all and until the new lag.
The axis and the merchant climb along his trade right over the sea, beyond the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, in thirty powers, and even to his beloved daughters:
"My daughters, my daughters are good, my daughters, I go along my merchant's right for the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, thirty power, і hіba is not enough, if I live for an hour - I do not see, I punish you live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you want, and I give you a term of thinking for three days, and if you tell me what kind of presents you want ...
We thought it smelled for three days and three nights, and came to our daddy, and became a drink and drink, which we want to receive. The eldest daughter leaned into Batkov's feet and, as it were, persha:
"My dear sir, my dear father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade (3), no black sable farm, no Burmytska pearls (4), but bring me a golden wreath from a stone self-flowering one, if they are so light, like from the day of the main, like from the dream of a red one, and how it comes out of the light in the dark, like the middle of a white day. "
The honest merchant pondered and said at the same time:
"Good, my daughter is dear, good and good, I will bring you such a win; I know such a people across the sea, as for me such a win; The first one is that comora in the Kam'yaniy mountains, three fathoms glibinous, behind three doors are golden, behind three locks of good quality. The robot will be chimala: so for my belongings of the opposite mute. "
Youmu's daughter leaned into the legs of a MEDIUM i like:
"Father, my dear father! Don't take me gold and middle brocade, no black farm of Siberian sable, no namist pearls of Burmese, no gold that is self-flowering, but bring a valuable, valuable , marvel in new, I bachila all the beauty of the heavens and chub, marvel in new, I am not old and beautiful b mo divoche dodaє. "
The honest merchant pondered, and the thought of the hiba is not enough, for an hour, even these words:
"Good, my daughter is dear, good and good, I will get such a Kryshtaleviy Tuvalet; and I will be with the daughter of the Persian King, a young prince, unimaginable, indescribable, and unspeakably, and buried by that Tuvalet in the chamber of the Kam'yanom, the temple kostu vin on the mountains of Kamyanaya, the height of this fire is three hundred fathoms, behind seven doors are open, behind a few locks of good quality, and until then there are three thousand steps, and on the skin step it is cooked on Saturday night bald bulat, and the keys from the quiet doors of the zaliznyh wear the royal on the belt. I know such a person across the sea, and there is such a Tuvalet for me.
Daddy's daddy's daughter and even the same word fell into the legs:
"My dear sir, my dear father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black sables of Siberia, no namist Burmytska, no vint of self-colored, no crystal, but bring some little scarlet ...
Pondering honest merchant mitsnishe, not earlier. Hiba is not enough, but after thinking a lot for an hour, I can’t say it for sure; thoughtful, vin tsilu, foster, dove my little daughter, I love, and even these words:
"Well, I asked my robot more important than sisters: if you know, shukati, then how can you not know, but how can you know those whom you yourself don't know? The scarlet flower is not tricky to know, so how can I know me that it is more beautiful than it is dumb on a white light "I'll be maggats, and at the hotel vibachai."
I admitting my daughters, good, good, in the house of the girl. Having become a wien, you get on the road, by the road, in the distant lands of the overseas. Chi dovgo, who is rich in fighting, I don’t know, and I don’t see: soon the Kazka will move, not soon it was time to be afraid. Poyhav win at the road, at the road.
The axis is to drive the honest merchant on foreign sides, overseas, on the kingdoms unbeaten; selling your friend's wine at an exorbitant price, buying someone else's at a price, buying another's goods for a good and a similar one, for the supply of gold; golden skarbnitsa ships navantazhu that dodoma feasibleє. Znayshov is a memorable hotel for his elder daughter: a wine with self-flowered stones, and from them there is light in the dark, like a big day. Having seen a memorable hotel for my middle daughter: a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and in this one you can see all the beauty of heaven, and, marvel in a new one, girl, the beauty is not old, but to come. It is impossible to know only the famous hotel for the smallest, beloved daughter - a scarlet quotation, more beautiful than what would not be on a white light.
Knowing the wine at the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's richly scarlet quotations of such beauty, which are not in Kazakh tales, or write with a pen; that no one is given bail, which is more beautiful than that of a blanket on a white light; I don’t think so. The axis of the journey through the road by their servants, who were driven by the hoarse groves, by the other people, who didn’t come across the stars, flew to the new businessmen, the busurmen, the Turkish and the indigenous people who didn’t to live in the dark foxes. "Don't let me destroy the beasts of the fury, don't eat me in the hands of the rogues, the trash and live my life in the wilderness in captivity."
Wandering through that wandering, unproblematic, unproblematic, and far away, then the road is more beautiful than the old tree, the dumb trees in front of it stand apart, and parts of the cabbage fall out. Marvel back. - do not stick your hands in, wonder to the right - writhing logs, DO NOT slip through the hare to the sideways, marvel at the left - and it’s worse than that. The honest merchant is wandering, I don't think I can think of a miracle for him to see, but everything goes like this: the road is torny with his feet. Yes, it’s a day from the wound until evening, I don’t feel the roar of a beast, or the sound of a snake, or the cry of an owl, or the voice of a bird: everybody died. The axis has come and is dark now; all around yogo I want to shoot in the eye, and at the new one I have light legs. The axis of yde win, read it, until the evening, and becoming a baciti in front of the nibi zagrava, and thinking about it:
"Apparently, the forest is burning, so now should I go to death, inevitable?"
Turning the wine back - you can't go, to the right, to the left -
you can't go; leaning forward - the road is torn. "Let me stand at one point, - maybe, zagrava go in the direction, al get out from me, al extinguished zvsim."
Axis i becoming win, check; she didn’t become like a fortune-teller: zagrava just to the point of a new destiny, and like a bile of a new light; thinking about it, thinking about it and pushing it forward. Two deaths are not but one, but one is not a minute. The merchant crossed himself and pishov forward. Chim dal yde, tim svitlishe old, and it became, read, like a big day, and not a bit of noise and triviality.
To go out for a visit to a wide Galyavin and in the middle of this Galyavin there are a wide range of small houses not in the palace, but the royal palace, but the royal palace, in the midst of the golden and in the stone, not in the heart Rivno sonechko chervone, indu (6) it is important to marvel at new eyes. All vіkontsya in the palace of the rozchinenі, and the edge in the new music is good, as nіkoli wіn not Chuv.
Enter into a wide yard, into a wide gate;
the road went from a white marmur, and on the sides there are fountains of water, visoki, great and small. To enter the palace by the gatherings, covered with karmazinny (7) cloth, with gilded handrails; uvіyshov to svіtlitsі - dumb; in іnshu, in the third - dumb; in p'yatu, ten - no one; and the healthiness of the king is everywhere, neuvane and nebachena: gold, silver, crystals of skidny, an elephant and mammoth's brush.
The honest merchant is amazed at such an unimportant wealth, and in addition, there is no ruler; not only the ruler, but the servants are dumb;
and the music is not silent; and thinking about myself at that time:
"All is good, that is, nothing" - and there is a style in front of him, tidied up: in a bowl of gold and common herbs (8) there are candies, and wines from overseas, and a pitty of honey. Сів він for style without Sumlenniy (9), having got drunk, I am tired of it, I’m not even getting it; strava also, it’s impossible to say, - that first look, it’s prokovtnesh, but win, on the woods and sings, mintly hungry; getting up from the table, and bow to one and say thank you for the bread for the food. I didn’t have to wait for the money, but the table didn’t get sick, and the music didn’t stop.
The honest merchant is waking up to such a miraculous miracle and such a wondrous miracle, and walking around the wards adorned so mercifully, but he himself thinks: "Well, now, sleep and sleep," with a canopy, with a fringe and pearl barley whales; down-padded coat on niy yak mountain lie, soft, swan down.
The merchant marvel at such a new, new and divine miracle;
lagu wine on the temple lіzhko, the canopy is medium і bach, wіn thin і m'yaky, nіbi shovkovy. It became dark in the ward, just in the daytime, and the music was near by, and thinking: "Oh, I want my daughters to have a good time!" - and falling asleep in the same little bitch.
A merchant was thrown, and the sun had already fallen into a standing tree. A merchant prowled, but you can't get away with a rattle: all the time you bachin 'your daughters of your lovable, good and good, and bachin' the daughters of your elders: the elder and the middle one, how funny the stench is, funny, but one girl is in love; that the eldest and middle daughter є grooms are bagaty and how to get the stench to get out of the way, not having finished with his blessing of the father; The mensha's daughter is in love, the beauty is written, about the names and a little you don't want, the docks won't turn around її dear father. І it became in the new soul і radio and not radio.
Getting up in a lizka with a high, paying yom everything is prepared, і lead the fountain into the bowl of the Krishtalev; to dress up, to fit in and to something new, a miracle DOESN'T happen: tea and kava on the table, and with them a snack of tsukrov. Having prayed to God, he is awake, and when he becomes aware of the wards, he walks around, and once again they will fall in love with them with the light of the little chervony. Everything was as beautiful as youmu. The axis is to back up the win at the window of the razchineni, where all around the palace of the cultivation of gardens and divovizhni, fertile and kvit the color of indescribable beauty. Youmu wanted to take a walk behind these gardens.
Go down in the same descents from the marmura of green, from the malachite of the middle one, with the gilded railing, to go right into the green garden. Walking wine and sweetness: hanging on the trees the fruits of the stygli, rum'yani, themselves in the mouth so and asking, indu, marvel at them, the slinks flow; kviti bloom pregarnі, Makhrovі, smelly, with all sorts of barmy design; ptahi litaut nebacheni: dumb for green oxamite and yaskravo-chervoniy gold and medium wickedness, pisnі spіvayut paradise; fountains of water are high, іndu is astonished at їх visota - the head is thrown; і run and rustle keys dzherelny on the decks of the Krishtalevim.
To walk an honest merchant, he is doing; in all such a diva, the eyes of a new debate, and I do not know, at what amazement and who hears. Having walked around so richly, it’s not enough for an hour - it’s impossible:
soon the Kazka will move, it will not soon be enough to be afraid. I rapt to bach the wine, on a small green color, a card of a red color, beautiful and inexperienced, not in Kazakh tales, not to write with a pen. The honest merchant has the spirit to engage; go to vіn before the quotation; the smell of vіd vіtki throughout the garden іvno strumіn bіzhit;
the merchant's hands and feet shook, and he spoke in a radio voice:
"The axis is a little scarlet quote, which is not much more beautiful than a white light, my daughter's daughter asked me about the yake, I am in love."
I, having promoted such words, win the letters and took out a scarlet quote. In the same wickedness, without zhdinnykhmar, a blisk flashed and smashed the fire, and the earth was overwhelmed by the feet, - and the earth was overwhelmed by the feet, - and the earth was overwhelmed, but from the earth, before the merchant there was no beast, a man was not a man, but as it is, it’s a miracle, it’s more awful than a boom, and in a wild voice:
"How are you dead? Yak daring to see in my garden my commandments, loved a letter? I have taken this more than the window of my eye (10) and every day I have seen, on a new gaze, and you have let me all my women in thanksgiving." That garden, I welcomed you, like a dear guest and invited, blowing, giving that spati uklav, and here you pay for my goodness?
"Die to death of daring!"
The honest merchant, out of fear, does not come to grips with fear, he looks round and round and backs, from the sides, from the skin tree and the bush, from the water, from the ground to the new, the power is unclean and not evil, all fear is indulgence. Vin fell into a colony in front of the big ruler, the monstrous volohatym, and spoke in a pitiful voice:
"Oh, tієї si, pane honestly, the beast of fools, the miracle of the sea: how to cheer you up - I don't know, I don’t see! Do not ruin my Christian souls for my innocencelessness, do not punish me for rubbish and strategy, punish the word. I have three daughters, three daughters are beautiful, good and good; having asked me to bring you a hotel, the elder daughters are a self-colored wine, the middle daughters are a little bitch, and the smallest daughter is a scarlet letter, which is not too beautiful.
The older daughters know the hotel, and the younger daughters don't miss the hotel; having shaken such a hotel in your garden - a scarlet quota, which is more beautiful on a white light, and I thought that such a gentleman, rich, rich, glorious, and mighty, well, there won't be a scarlet quote, my little girl asked about yake ... I repent of my fault before your greatness. If you try me, unreasonable and bad, let me be old and give me a little card for my little, beloved daughter's hotel. I will pay you a gold one, scho you crave. "
Having glittered along the lisi regit, nemov grim his face, and the merchants will shout the beast of lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
"I don’t need to change your gold belongings: I don’t need my girl’s nikudi.
It’s not like me of any mercy, and I can help you my servants win on shmats, on a part of others. Є One for you a little trouble.
I will give you the house of the unshitty one, the wine-city of the household, the scarlet little gift, if you give me the word of honor the Merchant and write down your hand, so that you will send yourself to replace one of your daughters, good, good-looking; I am not angry at all, but I will live with me in honor and privilege, as I myself am alive at my palace. It became boring for me to live alone, and I want to get my own comrade. "
So, having fallen into the land of a merchant, he drenched himself in hot tears; and look at the fox beast, on the marvel of the sea, and on the second guess the win of your daughters, good ones, good, and you will obscure that with an unmistakable voice: a terrible, terrible boom of the fox, a miracle of the sea. It’s a fair hour for the honest merchant to be afraid and drenched in tears, and will cry out in a complaining voice:
"Pan honestly, beast of fools, a miracle of sea! And what about my booties, if my daughters are good and good, of their own free will do not want to get you? How can I go to you? I’ve got to you two rocky, but in some places, I don’t see you. ”
The merchants will blaze a wild beast, the miracle of the sea:
"I don’t want to be innocent: do not let your daughter come in love to you, by your own will and to the darlings; and if your daughters don’t go according to their will and darlings, then come by yourself, I tell you to strat. I will die fiercely for you. - not your bida, I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever is more right to the right little man, that one to lean there, de zabazhaє, at one of them.
Thinking, thinking, the merchant thought the thought and came up with this: "I will see my daughters more beautifully, give me my own parental blessing, and if you don’t want the stench to save me from death, then prepare yourself to the death for services to the wonderful Christian sea” ... It wasn’t false in the new at the Duma, but to the one it was wrong, it was in the new at the Duma. The sound of fools, the miracle of the sea, and without that knowing; bachachi yogo the truth, win and record from hand (11) not taking, but taking from his hand the golden ring and giving it to the honest merchant.
I only honestly, the merchant raised his head on the right little man, as he leaned against the wine at the gates of his wide courtyard; At that time, at the same time, the gates of the bagaty caravan were brought in with a faithful servant, and they brought the stench of belongings and goods in three supra and colishny ones. Having come into the booth and noise and gamir, the daughters jumped up through their hoop, and they hung the stench of silver and gold shirinki (12) shovkovy;
began (13) the stench of dad tsiluvati, miluvati and the smart, affectionate names of the nazivati, and the two older sisters grew up with the younger sisters. Smell a stench, how dad like to crumple і well є in the heart of the heart, sadness is secret. The elder daughters of the yogo have become daughters, who have not lost the wine of their great wealth;
Mensha's daughter don't think about wealth, and say to his own creators:
"I do not need my riches; the riches on the right are acquired, but my heart's sorrow comes from me."
I will talk to the honest merchant to his daughters who are good and come in handy:
"I didn’t waste my great wealth, but having made my belongings three or four times, and I’ve got sorrow, and I’ll tell you about it tomorrow, and we will have fun today."
Having ordered the win to bring screenshots of the road, zalizom okuti;
after leaving the elder daughter's wines golden winets, Arabian gold, do not burn in the fire, do not burn near the water, with self-colored stones;
distak hotel of the middle daughter, tuvalet of the cross;
distak hotel the smallest daughter, golden glechik with a scarlet quotation. The older children, out of joy from the deafness, took their hotel to the tower, and there, in the open space, I want to keep quiet. Tilka's daughter Mensha, who is in love, shaking the scarlet letter, trembled all over and began to cry, as if she had stung in her heart. Yak will speak to her father like this:
"Well, my daughter is dear, love, don't you take your bazhany's voucher? Don't crash it on the white light."
The little daughter, Mensha, took a little bit of a scarlet, zealously, only the hands of the father, and she herself was crying in great tears. Soon the elders' little girls arrived, tasted (14) the stench of the Batkivs'k hotels and they could not recover from the joy. Todi smelled all the stinks at the oak tables, for the laikah tablecloth (15) for the herbs of tsukrov, for the pitta of honey; they began to eat, drink, cool down, get in with caressing words.
In the evenings, the guests were welcome, and became the house of the merchant, full of dear guests, relatives, saints, darmoids. Until the evening, the chatter was trivial, but what a good nightmare, what a good merchant in his booth did not bach, they didn't bach into the booth.
Having called the merchant's elder daughter in advance, he opened everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and fed: who would like to save him from death from fierce and live life to the beast of the fox, to the miracle of the sea? Senior daughter Navidriz Vidmovivsya and also:
Having called the honest merchant to himself, his daughter, middle-aged, rozpov їy everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and having fed, who would like to save him from death from a fierce and live life to the beast of a fox, a miracle of the sea? THE MIDDLE Daughter is now
"Come on that daughter and viru daddy, for whom is it a scarlet flower".
Having called the honest merchant to my daughter, and having become all promises, everything from word to word, and did not rise to finish moving my daughter, as the daughter of Mensha stood in front of him, she was in love, and said:
"Bless me, my dear father: I will go to the wild fox, to the miracle of the sea, and to live in the new one. For me, you will receive a scarlet quote, and you must use it for me."
The honest merchant burst into tears, embracing his little daughter, I love him, and even these words:
"My daughter is sweet, good, good, mensha and loved, let my blessed dad be over you, bless your daddy from fierce death and good will from your own good will, and living on a miracle against the terrible death of the sea. ti in the palace, in the richness and inspiration to the great, do not know that palace - it doesn’t know, doesn’t see, it’s no way to the new one, nor is it good, nor is it boring for us (16) we do not know the journey of everyday life. you do not hear, no sound, but you see us and feel good. and how I live my girky vik, your specimens do not see, their caress promises are not creepy?
Father's daughter mensha's daughter, who is in love with:
"Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear father; my life will be rich, comfortable: the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, I will not be angry, I will serve you and the truth, I will be able to see him, but maybe I will look Do not mourn for me, I live, I am dead: perhaps, God grant, I will turn to you. "
Crying, crying honest merchant, such promises are not vyshaє.
The older sisters, great and average, were crying all over the booth: bach, sickly їm їм їм їм small sister, kohanoї; and the mensha sister, I don’t show the sum of money, don’t cry, I don’t wanna go to a long way. I birch a scarlet quote with a gilded glechik.
Passed the third day and the third night, the time has come for the honest merchants to break up, to break up with their younger daughter, beloved; win the tsilu, miluє її, poured over and over her treasure with hot tears on her blessed blessing of her father. Viimak win the ring of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea, the forged screen, hoping the ring for the right little man, the beloved daughter - and it didn’t become the same piggyback because of usom’s belongings.
The won in the palace of the fox, the miracle of the sea, in the chambers of the lofty, kam'yanikh, on the lid of gold plated with the kryshtalevs, on the down jacket of the swan fluff, the covered golden damask I lived here, so I woke up.
Zagala music is good, as for the zodiac won’t chula.
I got up from the downy lick and to bash, all the belongings and the scarlet paper in the gilded glitter, stand right there, the green malachite laid out on the tables, and in this ward there is a lot of good and all the belongings u scho get dressed, є scho marvel. First, one wall is all mirror-like, and one wall is gilded, and the third wall is all medium, and a fourth wall is from an elephant and mammoth brush, all stripped out by self-colored yachts; I thought Vona: "Guilty bootie, tse my bedroom."
I wanted to take a look at the whole palace, I went out to look around all of this palace, I went out for at least an hour, at all divines any; one chamber was more beautiful than that, and everything is more beautiful, as the honorable merchant, the dear sovereign father, has spoken out. I took a scarlet quote from the glitter of gilded love, went out in the green garden, and slept in their birds of heaven, and the trees, bushes, and those quit waved their tops and immediately in front of her abducted; fountains of water gushed and voiced the keys of the dzherelny; I knew that little bit of ants, a pagorb of ants (18) in which the honest merchant had a scarlet letter, more beautiful than a dumb one in a bright light. I wiped out that little scarlet letter from a gilded glitch and wanted to plant it on a small piece; He himself is vin viletiev from the hands її і grew up to the stem і earlier and more beautifully than colic.
Wonderful at such a miracle, divine, wondrous, pleased her with a quote Alenky, the famous one, and went back to the chambers of her palatsov; і in one of them there are worth of walls, і just won’t think: "Apparently, the sound of fools, the miracle of the sea, I don’t hate me, if it’s my mercy to me,"
“I’m not your pan, but a hearing servant. You are my pan, and everything that you want to be attracted to, everything that you come to mind, I’ll be hungry.”
I read the words of the fire, and the stench of the bile marmours disappeared, as there were none of them there. I fell on my thoughts to write a sheet to my dad and give you a word about myself. She didn’t get up about those thoughts, how to back up, lay papirs in front of her, gold a feather with a chornilnitse. Write a leaf to his own father, dear and dear sisters:
"Do not cry about me, why not fuss, I live in a palace near a fox, a miracle of the sea, like a king; I don’t bach, I don’t feel it, but write to me on the wall of bilomarmurov with words of fire; me for thoughts, і in the same wickedness all the viconuє, і do not want to be called my master, but call me pani svoi ".
She did not pick up the sheet of writing and sealed it with a seal, as if the sheet disappeared from the hands and from the eyes, it was not dumb here and there was no buzz.
The music of the duzhche drank, on the table there were grasses of tsukrov, pitta of mead, all the dishes of red gold. She sat down at the style of the merry girl, I wish she was not offended by one single woman; She won, drank, cool, play music. Pislya obid, naїvshis, won’t sleep over; I sank the music more quietly and gave it - for the same reason, why not get married.
When she fell asleep, the merry girl got up and went for a walk in the green gardens, but she didn’t get up before going around and half of them, wondering at all the girls. All the trees, bushes and kits in front of her were wiggling, and the steegles were pears, peaches and an apple were pouring into their mouths. Having walked for an hour chimale, read right up to evening, she turned around at her ward high, and bang out: a style of curtains, and on the table there are candles and a pitta of honey, and all the messages.
During the evening, she went to that ward of Bilomarmurov, she read there on the wall of the words of the fire, and back in the same wall, and the same words of the fire:
"Why is my pan pleased with her gardens and chambers, private rooms and servants?"
"Do not call me your pan, but be you in charge of my kind pan, kind and merciful. I will not stand by your will. I will not stand for all yours, my love. More beautiful than your great chambers and your great green gardens in the years of shukati." I won’t come to such a miracle because I’m afraid I’m alone, there are no human souls in all your wards. ”
The words appeared on the wall:
"Do not be afraid, my pani is beautiful: do not be alone, check to you your devchina sinna (19), virna and kokhana, and a lot in the chambers of human souls, but only those who are not bachish and do not smell, and all the smells at once from me to take care of you both day and night: not ladies on you three Venuti (20), not ladies on you powdery system. "
I went to sleep in her bedchamber, a young daughter, Kupetska, the beauty is written; and the health of you to your pan, and the purpose of the hands of the bili, the hugs of the legs of the live. Pani Bula is also glad to hear about the father of the dear, about the sisters of her elders and about all her servants, the dear girl; when this happened, she herself had a chance to come up with something that happened to her at the very hour; so the stench did not sleep until early morning.
So Kupetska's young daughter began to live and live, the beauty is painted. I am ready for a skin day and ready to dress up new, bagati, and make me feel better, but not in Kazakh tales, not write with a pen; every day I am happy new, I see:
katannya, festivities with music on chariots without horses and harness on dark forests; and they gave way to her and gave the road wide, wide and smooth. І became a handicraftsman zaimatisya, handicraftsmen for children, vishivati shirinki with silver and gold and nizati fringes and part with pearls; she began to favor the father's gift to the dear one, and to the first naybagatsh shirinka she gave her gentle gentleman, and to that fossil animal, the miracle of the sea; and it became on a skin day that they often go to the hall to Bilomarmurov, say and caress your merciful gentlemen and read on the verses of your opinion and instill with words of fire.
Khiba is not enough, but that hour has passed: soon the Kazka is moving, it is not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter Kupetska began to zvikati to her life-butt, the beauty is written;
no one won’t be able to get away with anything; to serve invisible servants, to serve, to accept, to ride in chariots without horses, to play music and to show everything. I loved her merciful pan on a skin day, і bachila won, it’s not for nothing that it’s not in vain to love it to yourself; I wanted the first voice of the listener, I wanted to talk with him, do not go to Bilomarmurov's ward, do not read the words of those who are in charge.
Began to pray and ask for those; Yes, the beast of fools, the miracle of the sea, it’s not soon to wait for the weather, to be afraid in your own voice; she asked, she blessed her gentle ruler, and not at all, but wrote in the last time on the wall of bilomarmurous words with fire:
"Come this year's garden near the greenery, sit at your alcove, I love it, I will braid the leaves, heads, quits, and say this:
"Speak with me, my virgin slave."
І a little through Vremechka a young daughter Kupetska wandered away, the pretty little red was painted, near the green garden, she entered her beloved alcove, she braided her leaves, hairs, quits, and sat on the lava brocade; and it seems that I’m creeping, beating at her heart, like at the bird’s spiymanoi, say the following words:
"Do not be afraid, my dear, kind, laggy, pour me in your voice: send all of yours, but I am not afraid and the roar of the beast; speak with me, do not fear."
I posed out, quickly hitting the alcove, and a terrible, wild and thick voice, hoarse and siply, and then speaking the verse. The young daughter Kupetska woke up, the red was written, felt the voice of the fox, the miracle of the sea, only because of her fear she caught herself at the sight, though she was angry, she did not show, and soon the words of his tenderness and graciousness became it became radish in their hearts.
From that hour, from that Time, they went to grow, read it, for a whole day - at the green garden at the festivities, in the dark woods on the road and at all the high chambers. Tilki is powered by a young daughter Kupetska, the red is written:
"There you, my good, love pan?"
Vіdpovіda lisovy zvіr, the miracle of the sea:
"Here, my lady is beautiful, your virgin servant, your innocent friend."
Few hours passed: soon the Cossack was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter of Kupetsky wanted, the beautiful writing, to pat the eyes of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask for blessings. Dovgo guilt on those not to wait, to be afraid, to be afraid, the same buv is so fearful, as in Kazakh tales, do not write with a pen; not only people, wild beasts that are fearful and grow in their barlogs. І kazhіr lіsovy, miracle morske, these words:
"Do not ask, do not beg me, my pani is awful, beloved beauty, but I have shown to you, denouncing my disgust, my quiet indulgence. Until my voice sounded;
we live with you in friendship, grace one by one, honor, that you do not separate, I love you for my love until you are unimportant, but after you beat me, terrible and inappropriate, you hate me, not happy, you will marry me from your eyes, and in rozlutsі with you I will die from nudgi ".
Chi did not hear such promises, the young Merchant's daughter, the beauty is written, and she became a good man, swear that no one on the lights would be angry, and not to fall in love with her merciful master, and even these words:
"Like old man - be my daddy, like Seredovich (21) - be my uncle, like young ones - be my brother, and as long as I'm alive - be my friend."
Dovgo, dovgo lisovy zvir, miracle of sea, not fiddling with such words, she didn’t miss it and the tears of her red opposite buty, and even the same word:
"I can’t be opposed to you for this reason, I love you for yourself; I’m vikon your bazhanya, I want to know that I’ll ruin my happiness and die soon. і say: "Show me, my dear friend!" - And I will show you my denouncing nasty, my only indulgence. , I have a pillow, my gold ring. Take him on the right little guy - and lean on the father of a native and nothing about me, Nicholas will not smell. "
Chi was not afraid, she didn’t laugh, the young daughter Kupetska was encouraged by herself, the beauty was painted. At that time, not a little bitch, the garden went out of the green, waiting for a year or so, if the day came, dropping behind the forest of a little chervone, prompted out: "Show me, my virgin friend!" - and when you were good, you saw the beast of foxes, the miracle of the sea: win only across the road and near the bushes; і didn’t see the light, the young daughter Kupetska, the beauty was painted, splashed her hands with her hands, screamed in an unambiguous voice, and fell into the road without memory. That terrible buv zvіr lisovy, a miracle sea: hands crooked, on hands zazurі zvіrina, legs kіnski, in front and back of the hump of a great camel, all volohaty from top to bottom, from the company they washed the boar іkla, I got a berry boules owls.
After lying down for a little while, for a little hour, the young daughter Kupetska has relaxed, the pretty girl is written, and chuє: she’s crying, she’s drenched in flammable tears, and we even feel sorry for her voice:
"I ruined you, my beauty of the Kohan, do not bachiti me more than your beautiful guise, you do not want to see me a little bit, and I came to die a dashing death."
І became the first zealous absolutely, і burst out with her great fear and with her fearful little girl's heart, and spoke out in her voice we repeat:
"Do not be afraid of nothing, my good pan and caress, but I am not angry anymore than your terrible sight, I will not separate from you, I will not forget your mercies; create me now in my old gaze; I am just right."
Good luck, a miracle of the sea, in its own dreadful, dreadful, indifferent, indulgent viglyad, just go very close to it without getting too busy, as soon as you do not click on it; the stinks walked until the night of darkness and ravaged kolishny, affectionate and intelligent, and the young daughter Kupetska was not hungry for fear, the beauty is written. The next day, she kicked out the fox, a miracle of the sea, with the light of a little chervony, if I want a handful of things that have thrown him, angry, but did not show it, and soon fear will call forth proyshov. Then they went mad for a long time: a whole day, read it, do not separate, at a meeting and in the evening, we have a lot of flowers, cold drinks of honey, walked in green gardens, rode without horses on dark forests.
I passed a whole hour long: soon the Kazka was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid. And one time I already dreamed of seeing a young merchant's daughter, beautiful writing, how father and ill health lie; і attacked her tightly unabashed, і having kicked in those aces and slots the beast of fools, a miracle morske, and getting too fried, and becoming a drink: why have the aces, in the slots? She got her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to beat her father and sisters of her beloved ones. І will shout to her the light of the lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
"I must, if you are allowed? I have you to lay the golden ring, put it on the right little father and go down to the little house of the father. Come to the house, do not mess up, but I will tell you in three if you don't come back at night, then I won't be on a white light, I will die with that slime, for this reason, I love you more, now I love myself, and I can't live without you. "
She began to curse the words with the commandments and vows, but just one year before three days and three nights she would turn around at the house of her temple. She said goodbye to her ruler, we caress and merciful, she put a gold ring on the right little father, and settled herself on the wide podvir'i of the honest merchant, her dear father. Yde won on the high gank of yogo chambers of the Kam'yanikh; the servants and servants of the household came to her, made a noise and a cry; the sisters arrived in love and, having pummeled, marveled at the beauty of the divine and the king's order, royal; they took the bily's hands and led the father to the father; and father of ill health. lying down, unhealthy and crushing, day and night, remembering, with hot tears covered; і not guessing wines in joy, wowing my daughter to a sweetheart, garnu, comeliness, mensha, beloved, і wondering wіn beauty ї dіvochoї, ї order tsar, korolіvskiy.
Dovgo stench was blooming, miluvati, with caressing words. She told her father and her elder sisters, loving ones, about her life-butt at the fox, the miracle of the sea, everything is from word to word, but not crooked. І health merchant її life rich, tsar, royal, і wondered, as there sounded wondering at his terrible ruler and not be afraid of the fox, the miracle of the sea; Vin himself, about new recollections, friends tremtyv. For older sisters, hearing about the riches of the little sister and the king's power over his master, dumb over his slave, it became healthy.
The day passed, like one year, one day passed, like a little bitch, and on the third day they began to knock over my sister, the elder sister, she didn’t turn over to a fox, a miracle of the sea. "Nekhai-de zdohne, thudi, dear to yom ..."
"If I am good and kind for all your mercy and love, I will not pay him with a fierce death, then I will not care if I am happy with my life, and I will not be able to see wild calls".
The first father, honest merchant, having praised the good for such speeches, and the bulo has been laid, in a year she turned to a fox, a miracle of the sea, my daughter is good, good, mensha, loved. And the sisters, in annoyance, bulo, і conceived the stench on the right is cunning, on the right is cunning and unkind; They took the stench so all the old people put it in the booth for the whole year, and without seeing that honest merchant, all of his servants were warned, servants of the household.
And if it’s a happy year, the young Merchant’s daughter became, beautifully written, my heart ached and ached, it’s just right, I won’t be surprised once, once for the year old father, English, it’s all the same shlyakh. And the sisters are talking about her, they are feeding about her, they are late. However, the heart is not wierp;
the daughter of the mensha said goodbye, she was in love, the beauty was written, a golden merchant, a father, she took away from a new blessed father, said goodbye to her older sisters, loving, a faithful servant, a nobleman's daughter, a year old The ring on the right little man was found in the palace of the biloks, in the chambers of the lofty beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, and, as it was, it wasn’t good, she shouted in a loud voice:
"Yes, my good pan, my virgin friend? Well, don't I make a mistake? I turned around earlier than the term that was designated for an hour and a half."
I didn’t see it, I didn’t say anything, the silence was dead; in the green gardens, the birds did not sleep the pictures of heaven, did not beat the fountains of water and did not make the keys of the dzherelny, did not drink music in the highest chambers. The Merchant's daughter's heart snapped, the writing was beautiful, she saw that he was bad; she swirled the wards of the high and garden greens, clicked in a thick voice of her good lord -
There is no evidence of any hearing, no hearing or no hearing in the voice (22). She wandered off to the pagorb ants, de ris, flaunting a little scarlet letter of love, and to bang out, like a fox beast, a miracle sea, to lie on a pagorbi, having snatched a scarlet letter with your paws. I was well, I was asleep, I was waiting, and I was sleeping in a modern dream.
Kupetska's daughter started to wake him up on the sly,
Vin is not chuє; I didn’t want to wake up the mors, grabbed him by the paw of a volohat - and to bang, the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, that one died, lay dead ...
Skalamutiti її eyes are clear, they gave way to the legs, fell on the knee, hugged the head of his good pan with her hands, I am indulgent and disgusting, and shouted in an unclear voice:
"Ti get up, go, my heart friend, I love you. Yak, the baptized bazhany! .."
And just like that, the words of Vimovil won, as the blinks from his sides glittered, the earth shook at the great thunder, thundered the Kamyan's thunderbolt into the ant pagorb, and the young daughter Kupetska fell without memory, the red scribble. Chi bagato, hiba lay for a little hour without memory - I do not see; only, when they came to the house, to sit in front of a lofty, bilomarmurous chamber, to sit on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince, the blush of scriptures, on his head with a royal crown, in a dress; in front of him stood the father and the sisters, and around on the knees stood a great retinue, all dressed in brocade of gold, middle-aged. I will utter before her the young prince, the blush of the scriptures, on his head with the king's crown:
"I fell in love with you, my beloved beauty, in the image of an indulgent monster, for my good soul and love for you; love me now in the image of a human, be my name bazhaє.
The evil enchantress of my deceased father, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, not yet small, and with her satanic chaklunism, with her unclean power, turned me into a miraculous terrible thing, and swore a curse to the sweat of my life. every human being, for every creature of God, as long as there is a red girl, for which the family and the title did not get out, and love me in the form of an insurance woman, and I will try to be my lawful squad, - and that chaklunism is all gone early young people and useful. I live in such fears and scarecrows for thirty rockets, and I got in my palace enchanted by eleven little hearts, and there were twelve.
Zhodna did not love me for my affection, wait, for my good soul. Te one fell in love with me, miraculously guided and indulgent, for my affection and wait, for my good soul, for my love to you unimportant, and for that you will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in the kingdom of might. "
Todi all that wondered, the retinue grabbed to the ground.
Honest merchant giving his blessed daughter to the younger, beloved, and young prince-prince. I will deliver the naschard znaschennya Sestry Starshi, Czdrіsnі, all the servants of Vіrnі, Boyari Great and Kavaleri Ratnі, і nіtrohi not Zolіkayuchi took the cheerful pitch so for Velіlla, I became zhosta, well, well. I myself was a bully, I drank beer-honey, it was flowing through the vus, that did not get into my mouth.
Notes
(1) For some - in deyakom. Kaztsi has a lot of old-fashioned words; it is written like this, as the housekeeper Pelageya said.
(2) The treasury is a penny.
(3) Brocade is a seam material, woven with gold or middle thread.
(4) Pearly Burmytsky - especially great pearls and round.
(5) Tuvalet - toilet, mirror.
(6) Indu - navit.
(7) Karmazin - yaskravo-chervone.
(8) Stravi - hedgehog, stravi.
(9) Without Summons - without hesitation, without beating.
(10) Take care more than winter eyes - take care, take care of something more, less eyes.
(11) Handwritten record - list.
(12) Shirinka - here: wide towel.
(13) Let’s go - let’s go.
(14) having tried - here: wondered, primed.
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(16) Prikuchiy - smart, smart.
(17) Kamka - a seam of a color fabric on a wedge.
(18) Ant - here: overgrown with grass (ant).
(19) Dyvchina sinna is a servant.
(20) Venuti - blow, blow.
(21) Seredovich is a middle-aged man.
Sergiy Aksakov - The Scarlet Flower, read the text
Div. Takozh Aksakov Sergiy - Prose (rozpovidi, eat, romance ...):
BURAN
JOIN I didn’t over-arm the bi-inflicted urivka, so I’ll describe ...
viymannya foxes
In our provinces, it was waking up, and now it is ...
In a certain kingdom, in the hobby for the state, a rich merchant, amenity of a lyudin, is alive. A lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, expensive stones, gold and silver belongings; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful writings, and the mensha are more beautiful for all; і loving wine of daughters of their greatest wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and common belongings-for this reason, which is a wine of a child, і love is not a big one; loving the wines of the older daughters, and loving the little one more, then you won’t be more beautiful for all and until the new lag.
The axis and the merchant climb along his trade right over the sea, beyond the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, in thirty powers, and even to his beloved daughters:
My daughters, my daughters are good, my daughters, I go along my merchant's right for the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, thirty power, і hіba is not enough, if I live for an hour - I do not see, I punish your life Without me honestly and peacefully, if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such hotels as you want, and I will give you a term for thinking for three days, and then you will tell me what kind of hotels you want.
We thought the stench for three days and three nights, and came to our daddy, and became a drink, what kind of hospitality we want. The eldest daughter bent down at the feet of the father, the same as the first:
Sovereign my father is dear! Do not take me gold and silver brocade, no black sable farm, no Burmese pearls, but bring me a gold leaf from a stone self-colored, and you will see from them also a light, like every dream a little light in the dark, like the middle of a white day.
The honest merchant pondered and said at the same time:
- Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will bring you such a win; I know of such people across the sea, like such a winter for me; and th є win at one of the overseas king, and the th of wines in the comor of the kam'yan, and the th of that comor in the kam'yan mountain, three fathoms, behind three doors are covered, behind three locks. The robot would be chimala: so for my belongings of the opposite mute. Youmu's daughter leaned into the legs of a MEDIUM i like:
- Your greatness is my father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black farm of Siberian sable, no namist pearls of Burmese, no gold that is self-flowering, but bring me back from the crystal of a sinister, worthy, all-beautiful, blameless і shchob, marvel at new, I am not old і beauty b can do it for you.
The honest merchant pondered, and the thought of the hiba is not enough, for an hour, even these words:
- Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will give you such a cristalevian tuvalot; and th є vin at the daughter of the king of Persia, young kingship, beautiful unimportant, indescribable and unforeseen; і is buried by that Tuvalet in a tower of Kamyan, a high one, і a cathedral of wine on a mountain of Kamyanoy, the height of this mountain is three hundred on the skin step of the warto, according to the Persian war, on a day or not, with a shameless damask, and the keys to quiet doors are worn by the king on the belt. I know such a man across the sea, and in the distance of me such a tuvalo. More important than your sister's robot, that one for my opposite dumb belongings.
Daddy's daddy's daughter and even the same word fell into the legs:
- Your greatness is my father! If you don't take me gold and middle brocade, no black sable from Siberia, no namist Burmytsk, no vintage, no crystal, but bring me a little scarlet card, which is not too beautiful.
Pondering honest merchant mitsnishe, not earlier. Hiba is not enough, but after thinking a lot for an hour, I can’t say it for sure; thoughtful, vin tsilu, foster, dove my little daughter, I love, and even these words:
Well, I asked my robot more important than her sisters; if you know, what is shukati, how can you not know, but how can you know those whom you yourself do not know? The scarlet flower is not tricky to know, so how do you know me, what is more beautiful than it is dumb on a white light? I will be namagatisya, and at the hotel vibachai.
I admitting my daughters, good, good, in the house of the girl. Having become a wine, you go on the road, on the road, in the distant lands of the overseas. Chi dovgo, who is rich in fighting, I don’t know, and I don’t see: soon the Kazka will move, not soon it was time to be afraid. Poyhav win at the road, on the road.
The axis is to drive the honest merchant on foreign sides, overseas, on the kingdoms unbeaten; selling your friend's wine at an exorbitant price, buying someone else's at a premium; wine change of goods for goods and similar goods, for the supply of gold; golden skarbnitsa ships navantazhu that dodoma feasibleє. Znayshov is a memorable hotel for his elder daughter: a wine with self-flowered stones, and from them there is light in the dark, like a big day. Having seen a memorable hotel for my middle daughter: a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and in this one you can see all the beauty of heaven, and, marvel in a new one, girl, the beauty is not old, but to come. It is impossible to know only the famous hotel for the smallest, beloved daughter - a scarlet quotation, more beautiful than what would not be on a white light.
Knowing the wine at the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's richly scarlet quotations of such beauty, which are not in Kazakh tales, or write with a pen; that no one is given bail, which is more beautiful than that of a blanket on a white light; I don’t think so. The axis of the road was driven along the road by their servants who were driven by their hoarse groves, along the other paths, and the stars did not go away, they flew on new rogues, busurmen, people of Turkey, those who won’t win, their own faithful and live in the dark foxes. "Don't let me break up the beasts of the fiercest, don't eat me in the hands of the rogues, the trash and live your life in the wilderness, in captivity."
Wandering through that wandering, unproblematic, unproblematic, and far away, then the road is more beautiful than the old tree, the dumb trees in front of it stand apart, and parts of the cabbage fall out. To marvel back - do not stick your hands in, to marvel to the right - writhing logs, DO NOT slip through a hare to a sideways hare, marvel in the left - and it’s worse than that. The honest merchant is wandering, I don't think I can think of a miracle for him to see, but everything goes like this: the road is torny with his feet. Yes, it’s a day from the wound until evening, I don’t feel the roar of a beast, or the sound of a snake, or the cry of an owl, or the voice of a bird: everybody died. The axis has come and is dark now; all around yogo I want to shoot in the eye, and at the new one my feet are light. Axis yde win, read, before the night and becoming baciti in front of nibi zagrava, and thinking win: "It can be seen that I was burning, so now should I go to death, inevitable?"
Turning back, you can't go; to the right, left, it is impossible to go; leaning forward, the road is torny. "Let me stand at one point - maybe, zagrava go to the other side, al get out of me, al extinguish zvsim."
Axis i becoming win, check; she didn’t become like a fortune-teller: zagrava just to the point of a new destiny, and like a bile of a new light; thinking about it, thinking about it and pushing it forward. Two deaths are not but one, but one is not a minute. The merchant crossed himself and pishov forward. Chim dal yde, tim svitlishe old, and it became, read, like a big day, and not a bit of noise and triviality. To go out for a visit to a wide Galyavin, and in the middle of this Galyavin there are a wide stand of little ones, not a palace, but a royal palace, or a royal palace, all in the fire, in the middle and in the golden and in the stone, in all self ; Rivno sonechko chervone, indo importantly in the eyes of wonder. All vіkontsya in the palace of the rozchinenі, and the edge in the new music is good, as nіkoli wіn not Chuv.
To enter into a wide yard, into a wide gate; the road went from a white marmur, and on the sides there are fountains of water, visoki, great and small. To enter the palace by the gatherings, covered with crimson cloth, with gilded handrails; uvіyshov to svіtlitsі - dumb; in іnshu, in the third - dumb; in p'yatu, ten-dumb; and the healthiness of the king is everywhere, neuvane and nebachena: gold, silver, crystals of skidny, an elephant and mammoth's brush.
The honest merchant is amazed at such an unimportant wealth, and in addition, there is no ruler; not only the ruler, but the servants are dumb; and the music is not silent; and thinking at that time to himself: "Everything is good, that is nothing," - and there is a style in front of him, tidied up: in a bowl of gold and a common strain to stand tsukrovi, і wines overseas, and pitta honey. Сів він for style without Sumlenny: I got drunk, I'm hungry, I’m not happy; strava also, it’s impossible to say that it’s impossible to look at it, it’s prokovtnesh, but it’s on the woods and on the slopes, mintly hungry; getting up from the table, and bow to one and say thank you for the bread for the food. I didn’t have to wait for the money, but the table didn’t get sick, and the music didn’t stop.
The honest merchant is waking up to such a miraculous miracle and such a wondrous miracle, and to walk around the wards adorned so mercifully, and he himself thinks: "Well, now, sleep and sleep," , with a canopy, with a fringe and pearl barley whales; down jacket on niy, yak mountain, lie down, soft, swan down.
The merchant marvel at such a new, new and divine miracle; lagu wine on the temple lіzhko, pulls up the canopy medium and back, wіn thin and soft, nіbi shovky. It became dark in the ward, just in the daytime, and the music was near by, and thinking: "Oh, I want my daughters to have a good time!" - and falling asleep in the same little bitch.
A merchant was thrown, and the sun had already fallen into a standing tree. A merchant prowling, but you can't get back with a rattle: all the time you bache your daughters of your lovable, good and good, and bach the daughters of your elders: the elder and the middle one, how cheerful the stench is, cheerful, but one girl is in love; that the eldest and middle daughter є grooms are bagaty and they get the smell to go out, not having finished with his blessing of the father; mensha's daughter, kohana, krasunya is written, about the names and a little you don't want, the docks won't turn around її dear father. І it became in the new soul і radіnіnі and unhappiness.
Getting up in a lizka with a high, paying yom everything is prepared, і lead the fountain into the bowl of the Krishtalev; to dress up, to fit in, or even a new miracle is NOT possible: tea and kava on the table, and with them a snack of tsukrova. Having prayed to God, he is now, and having become a friend, he walks around the wards, so that he will have mercy on them at the sight of the little chervony. Everything was as beautiful as youmu. The axis is to back up the win at the window of the razchineni, where all around the palace of cultivation of gardens and divovyzhny, fertile, and a lot of indescribable beauty. Youmu wanted to take a walk behind these gardens.
Go down through the same descents, through the marmura of green, through the malachite of the medium, with the gilded railing, go straight into the green garden. Walking wine and begging: hanging fruits of stigli, rum'yani on the trees, and asking for it in your mouth; indo, marvel at them, slinks flow; kviti flowers are awesome, terry, smelly, all sorts of barvami are written, birds and litayut nebacheni: mum on green oxamite and bright-chervony gold and middle vicladeni, write heavenly; fountains of water b'yut viski, indo marvel at їkh visota - the head is thrown; і run and rustle keys dzherelny on the decks of the Krishtalevim.
To walk an honest merchant, he is doing; in all such a diva, the eyes of a new debate, and I do not know, at what amazement and who hears. Having walked around so richly, when an hour is not enough, it is impossible: soon the Cossack will move, it will not be long time to be afraid. I rapt to bach the wine, on a small green color, a card of a red color, beautiful and inexperienced, not in Kazakh tales, not to write with a pen. The honest merchant has the spirit to take care of himself, to go up to that quotation; the smell of vіd vіtki throughout the garden іvno strumіn bіzhit; the merchant's hands and feet shook, and he spoke in a radio voice:
- Axis scarlet quote, which is not much more beautiful on the white light, about the yake asked me by the daughter of the Mensha, is in love.
I, having promoted such words, win the letters and took out a scarlet quote. In the same wickedness, without zhdnykh hmar, a blisk flashed and vdariv gram, indo the earth was overwhelmed by the feet of the vira, but from the earth, in front of the merchant: zvir is not zvir, a human is not a human, but as if it’s a miracle, more terrible than a volohate and roaring in a wild voice:
- Who are you? Yak you have a glimpse of zirvati in my garden my zapovidny, love a quilt? I took it more than the window of my eye and every day I attended, I looked at him, and then I had left all the fun in my life. I am the gentleman of the palace and the garden, I welcomed you, as a dear guest and invited, blowing, giving that spati uklav, and here you pay for my good? Know your share of the girku: die for your guilt, I will die of daring! ..
I indiscriminate number of voices of the wild from their sides obscured:
- Die to death of daring!
The honest merchant, out of fear, does not come to grips with tooth; looking around and looking around and back, from the sides, from the skin tree and bush, from the water, from the earth to the new, the power is unclean and not evil, all fears of indulgence.
Vin fell into a colony in front of the greatest ruler, a monstrous volohatym, and shouted in a pitiful voice:
- Oh, pane honestly, beast of fools, a miracle of the sea: how great is you - I don't know, I don't see! Do not ruin my Christian soul for my innocent zukhvalism, but do not punish me for rubbish and stratity, punish the word vimoviti. And є I have three daughters, three daughters, beautiful, good and good; Having asked me for a hotel to bring: the eldest daughter - a self-colored vinets, the middle daughters - a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and the youngest daughter - a scarlet letter, as if it would not be more beautiful on a white light. The older daughters know the hotel, and the younger daughters don't miss the hotel; having shaken such a hotel in your garden - a scarlet quota, which is more beautiful on the white light, and I thought that such a gentleman would not be so rich, glorious, and might NOT be a scarlet quota, my little girl, a kokhan, asked about the yake. I repent of my fault before your greatness. If you try me, unreasonable and bad, let me be old and give me a little card for my little, beloved daughter's hotel. I will pay for the gold skarbnytsi, scho thirsty.
Having glided along the lisi regit, nemov grim his make-up, and even the merchant's zvir lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
- Do not need me to change your gold belongings: I do not need my dear nikudi. It’s not like me of any mercy, and I can help you my servants win on shmats, on a part of others. Є One for you a little trouble. I will give you a domu of an unshitty one, a wine-city darling, a little scarlet, a present scarlet, if you give me the word of honor Merchant and write down your hand, then you will send for yourself one of your daughters, good, nice; I am not angry at all, but I will live with me in honor and privilege, as I myself am alive at my palace. It became boring for me to live alone, and I want to get my own comrade.
So, having fallen into the land of a merchant, he drenched himself in hot tears; and look at the fox beast, on the marvel of the sea, and on the second guess the win of your daughters, good ones, good, and you will obscure that with an unmistakable voice: a terrible, terrible boom of the fox, a miracle of the sea.
It’s a fair hour for the honest merchant to be afraid and drenched in tears, and will cry out in a complaining voice:
- Pane honestly, beast of fools, a miracle of the sea! And what about me, if my daughters are good and good, of their own free will do not want to get to you? Why don't you clang my hands and feet and force them? Do that yakim way to you? I’ve got two rocky moments before you, but I don’t see in some places, like nobles.
The merchants will blaze a wild beast, the miracle of the sea:
- I don’t want to be innocent, let your daughter come here for love to you, by your own will and bazhans; and if your daughters do not go according to their own will and bazhannyu, then you yourself come, and I tell you to strait to die fiercely. And yak priyhati to me is not your bida; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever is on the right mizinets, who will be there, de zabazhaє, will be near one. I give you a term for three days and three nights.
Thinking, thinking, the merchant thought of dying and coming up like this: "It is more beautiful for me to dabble with my daughters, to give my father a blessing, and if I don’t want the stench to spare me from death, then I’ll get ready to the miraculous sea to serve the Christian child." It wasn’t false in the new at the Duma, but to the one it was wrong, it was in the new at the Duma. The sound of fools, the miracle of the sea, and without that knowing; Bachachi yogo the truth, win and not take the record from hand, but grabbing the golden ring from his hand and giving it to the honest merchants.
I only honestly, the merchant raised his head on the right little man, as he leaned against the wine at the gates of his wide courtyard; At that time, at the same time, the gates of the bagaty caravan were brought in with a faithful servant, and they brought the stench of belongings and goods in three supra and colishny ones. Having come to the booth and noise and gamir, the daughters jumped up through their hoop, and hung the stench of silver and gold shirinki shovkov; The stench of dad tsiluvati, miluvati and the smart, affectionate names of the nazivati, and two older sisters began to smell, and the younger sisters. Smell a stench, how dad like to crumple і well є in the heart of the heart, sadness is secret. The elder daughters of the yogo have become daughters, who have not lost the wine of their great wealth; Mensha's daughter don't think about wealth, and say to his own creators:
I don’t need your wealth; wealth - on the right is acquired, and the answer to me is my heart's sorrow.
I will talk to the honest merchant to his daughters who are good and come in handy:
- I didn’t waste my great wealth, but having made my belongings three or four times; but I have a sadness, and I will tell you about tomorrow, and we will have fun today.
Having ordered the win to bring screenshots of the road, zalizom okuti; after leaving the elder daughter's wines golden winets, Arabian gold, do not burn in the fire, do not burn near the water, with self-colored stones; distak hotel of the middle daughter, tuvalet of the cross; distak hotel the smallest daughter, golden glechik with a scarlet quotation. The older children, out of joy from the deafness, took their hotel to a large tower and there, in the open space, I want to keep quiet with them. Tilka's daughter Mensha, who is in love, shaking the scarlet letter, trembled all over and began to cry, as if she had stung in her heart.
Yak will speak to her father like this:
- Well, my daughter is sweet, love, don't you take your bazhany's notes? More beautiful than dumb on a white light!
The little daughter, Mensha, took a little bit of a scarlet, zealously, only the hands of the father, and she herself was crying in great tears. Soon the elders' little girls arrived, smelled the stench of the Batkiv's hotel, and they could not recover from the joy. Todi smelled all the stinks at the oak tables, for the laikah tablecloth, for the gravy of tsukrov, for the pitta of honey; began to eat, drink, cool down, get involved with caressing words.
In the evenings, the guests came, and became the house of the merchant, full of dear guests, relatives, saints, darmoids. Till the evening, the chat was trivial, but the good night was the benket, what a garish merchant in his booth did not bach, did not bach.
Having called the merchant's elder daughter in advance, he opened everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and having fed, who would like to save him from death from a fierce one, and take life to the beast of the fox, to the miracle of the sea.
Senior daughter Navidriz Vidmovivsya and also:
Having called the honest merchant to himself, his daughter, middle-aged, rozpovy everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and feeding: who wants to save him from the death of a fierce and live life to the sound of a fox, a miracle of the sea.
THE MIDDLE Daughter is now
- Nokhay that daughter and viru dad, for whom I have given a scarlet quotation.
Having called the honest merchant to my daughter, and having become all promises, everything from word to word, and did not rise to finish moving my daughter, as the daughter of Mensha stood in front of him, she was in love, and said:
- Bless me, my dear father: I will go to the fox, to the miracle of the sea, and to live in the new. For me, give me a scarlet quote, for me and if you need it, read it to you.
The honest merchant burst into tears, embracing his little daughter, I love him, and even these words:
- My daughter is sweet, good, good, mensha and kokhana! Hi, my blessed father will be over you, who will fend off his father in death of a fierce and good will of his own and bazhannyu who is opposed to life until the terrible beast of a fox, a miracle of the sea. You will live with a new one in the palace, in the richness and enticement to the great; that de that palace - I do not know, I do not see, I don’t know the road to a new one, not a good one, not a bored animal, or a flight of birds. We will not hear from you, no sound, but you are about us and be happy. I like me to live my girky vik, your specimens do not see, their caresses are not creepy? I am parting with you for a lifetime, I live for you in the land.
Father's daughter mensha's daughter, who is in love with:
- Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear father: life can be rich, privilne; the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, I will not be angry, I will serve you with truth and with truth, with your will, and maybe you will win for me and take a look. Don't mourn for me I live, I'm dead mute: maybe, God grant, I will turn to you.
Crying, crying honest merchant, such promises are not vyshaє.
The older sisters, great and average, were crying all over the booth: bach, sickly їm їм їм їм small sister, kohanoї; and the mensha sister, I don’t show the sum of money, don’t cry, I don’t wanna go to a long way. I birch a scarlet quote with a gilded glechik
. The third day and the third night have passed, the time has come for the honest merchants to break up, to break up with their younger daughter, beloved; win the tsilu, miluє її, poured over and over her treasure with hot tears on her blessed blessing of her father. Viymaє win the ring of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea from the forged screen, hoping the ring for the right little man, the beloved daughter - and it didn’t become the same thing for us because of us.
The won in the palace of the fox, the miracle of the sea, in the chambers of the lofty, kam'yanikh, on the lid of gold plated with the kryshtalevs, on the down jacket of the swan fluff, covered in golden damask, similarly in the table , Rivno lay down on sleep so woke up. Zagala music is good, as for the zodiac won’t chula.
I got up from the downy lick and to bash, all the belongings and the scarlet paper in the gilded glitter, stand right there, the green malachite laid out on the tables, and in this ward there is a lot of good and all the belongings u scho get dressed, є scho marvel. First, one wall is all mirror-like, and one wall is gilded, and the third wall is all medium, and a fourth wall is from an elephant and mammoth brush, all stripped out by self-colored yachts; I wondered: "Guilty bootie, tse my bedroom."
I wanted to take a look at the whole palace, I went out to look around all of this palace, I went out for at least an hour, at all divines any; one chamber was more beautiful than that, and everything is more beautiful, as the honorable merchant, the dear sovereign father, has spoken out. I took a scarlet quote from the glitter of gilded love, went out in the green garden, and slept in their birds of heaven, and the trees, bushes, and those quit waved their tops and immediately in front of her abducted; The fountains of water gushed and voiced the keys of the Dzherelny, and I knew that little bit of ants, an ant pagorb, in any case, having given a garish merchant a little scarlet, more beautiful than a dumb one in a bright light. I wiped out that little scarlet letter from a gilded glitch and wanted to plant it on a small piece; He himself is vin viletiev from the hands її і grew up to the stem і earlier and more beautifully than colic.
Wonderful at such a miracle, divine, wondrous, she pleased her with Alenky, the famous one, and went back to the chambers of her palaces, and in one of them there were walls, , I will be victorious until me, dear merciful ", - as the words appeared on the bile marmor stin:
“I’m not your pan, but a hearing servant. You are my pan, and everything that you want to be attracted to, everything that you come to mind, I’ll be hungry.”
I read the words of the fire, and the stench of the bile marmours disappeared, as there were none of them there. I fell on my thoughts to write a sheet to my dad and give you a word about myself. She didn’t get up to think about those, how to back, lay papir in front of her, gold a feather with a chornilnitse. Write a leaf to his own father, dear and dear sisters:
"Do not cry about me, why not fuss, I live in a palace near a fox, a miracle of the sea, like a king; I don’t bach, I don’t feel it, but write to me on the wall of bilomarmurov with words of fire; me for thoughts, і in the same wickedness all the viconuє, і do not want to be called my master, but call me pani svoi ".
She did not pick up the sheet of writing and sealed it with a seal, as if the sheet disappeared from the hands and from the eyes, it was not dumb here and there was no buzz. The music of the duzhche drank, on the table there were grasses of tsukrov, pitta of mead, all the dishes of red gold. She sat down at the style of the merry girl, I wish she was not offended by one single woman; She won, drank, cool, play music. Pislya obid, naїvshis, won’t sleep over; I sank the music more quietly and gave it - for the same reason, why not get married.
When she slept, the jolly woman got up and went for a walk in the green gardens, she didn’t get up before going around and half of them, wondering at all the girls. All the trees, bushes and kits in front of her were wiggling, and the steegles were pears, peaches and an apple were pouring into their mouths. Having walked for an hour chimale, read right up to evening, she turned around at her ward high, and bang out: a style of curtains, and on the table there are candles and a pitta of honey, and all the messages.
During the evening, she went to that ward of Bilomarmurov, she read there on the wall of the words of the fire, and back in the same wall, and the same words of the fire:
"Why is my pan pleased with her gardens and chambers, private rooms and servants?"
I spoke with a radiant voice, the young daughter Kupetska, the beauty is written:
- Do not cry out for me, but be you in charge of my kind pan, affectionate and merciful. I will not make a nickname out of your will. Dyakuyu tobi for all your partuvannya. More beautiful than your lofty chambers and your green gardens in the years and shukati on a white light: why shouldn't I be able to finish it? I didn’t bach such miracles. I will not come from such a divine in myself, only I am afraid to sleep alone; all your chambers have high dumb souls.
The words appeared on the wall:
"Do not be afraid, my pani is beautiful: do not be alone, check to you your devchina is synna, virna and kokhana, and a lot in the chambers of human souls, but only those who are not bachish and do not know, and take care of all the stinks at once with me day and night: not a lady on you three blow, not a lady on you powdery system. "
I went to sleep in her bedchamber, a young daughter, Kupetska, the beauty is written; and the health of you to your pan and the whole of the hand of the bili, the clutch of the legs of the live. Pani Bula is also glad to hear about the father of the dear, about the sisters of her elders and about all her servants, the dear girl; when this happened, she herself had a chance to come up with something that happened to her at the very hour; so the stench did not sleep until early morning.
So Kupetska's young daughter began to live and live, the beauty is painted. I am ready for a skin day and ready to dress up new, bagati, and make me feel better, but not in Kazakh tales, not write with a pen; every day there is a lot of fun and new, vidminna: katannya, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness on dark woods, and when they stand in front of her, they give the road wide, wide and smooth. І became a handicraftsman zaimatisya, handicraftsmen for children, vishivati shirinki with silver and gold and nizati fringes and part with pearls; she began to favor the father's gift to the dear one, and to the first naybagatsh shirinka she gave her gentle gentleman, and to that fossil animal, the miracle of the sea; and it became on a skin day that they often go to the hall to Bilomarmurov, say and caress your merciful gentlemen and read on the verses of your opinion and instill with words of fire.
Khiba is not enough, but that hour has passed: soon the Kazka is moving, it is not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter Kupetska began to zvikati to her life-butt, the beauty is written; no one won’t be able to get away with anything; to serve invisible servants, to serve, to accept, to ride in chariots without horses, to play music and to show everything. I loved her merciful pan on a skin day, і bachila won, it’s not for nothing that it’s not in vain to love it to yourself; I wanted the first voice of the listener, I wanted to talk with him, do not go to Bilomarmurov's ward, do not read the words of those who are in charge.
I began to pray about those prayers and ask, that beast of fools, the miracle of the sea, it’s not soon enough to wait for the weather, to be afraid of it in my own voice; she asked, she blessed her gentle ruler, and not at all, but wrote in the last time on the wall of bilomarmurous words with fire:
"Come this year's green garden, sit at your alcove, beloved, braided leaves, gilkami, quits, and say this:" Speak with me, my virgin slave. "
І little hours later, a young daughter, Kupetska, wandered around, the red was painted, near the green garden, she entered her sweetheart at the alcove, braided leaves, hairs, quits, and sat on the lava parcheva; and it seems that I’m creeping, beating at her heart, like at the bird’s spiymanoi, say the following words:
- Do not be afraid, my dear, laggy, pour me in my voice: send all yours, but I am not afraid and the roar of the beast; speak with me without fear.
I posed out, quickly hitting the alcove, and a terrible, wild and thick voice, hoarse and siply, and then speaking the verse. The young daughter Kupetska woke up, the red was written, felt the voice of the fox, the miracle of the sea, only because of her fear she caught herself at the sight, though she was angry, she did not show, and soon the words of his tenderness and graciousness became it became radish in their hearts.
From that hour, from that Time, they went to grow, read it, for a whole day - at the green garden at the festivities, in the dark woods on the road and at all the high chambers. Tilki is powered by a young daughter Kupetska, the red is written:
- Here you, my good, love pan?
Vіdpovіda lisovy zvіr, the miracle of the sea:
- Here, my lady is beautiful, your virgin slave, your innocent friend.
I don’t touch the voice of the wild and terrible, I blow the stench and caress it, well, it’s dumb.
Few hours passed: soon the Cossack was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter of Kupetsky wanted, the beautiful writing, to pat the eyes of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask for blessings. Dovgo guilt on those not to wait, to be afraid, to be afraid, the same buv is so fearful, as in Kazakh tales, do not write with a pen; not only people, wild beasts that are fearful and grow in their barlogs. І kazhіr lіsovy, miracle morske, these words:
Do not ask, do not beg me, my pani is pretty, my beloved beauty, but I have shown you to reveal my disgusting, my tolly indulgent. Until my voice sounded; we live with you in friendship, grace, one by one, honor, but not apart, I love you, for my love, until you are unimportant, but after you beat me, terrible and inappropriate, you hate me, not happy, you will get married in less than your eyes , and in rozlutsі with you I will die from nudgi.
Chi did not hear such promises, the young Merchant's daughter, the beauty is written, and she became a good man, swear that no one on the lights would be angry, and not to fall in love with her merciful master, and even these words:
- Like old man - be my uncle, like Seredovich - be my uncle, as well as young - be my brother, and as long as I live - be my heart's friend.
Dovgo, dovgo lisovy zvir, miracle of sea, not fiddling with such words, she didn’t miss it and the tears of her red opposite buty, and even the same word:
- I cannot be opposite to you for this reason, I love you to yourself; I vikonayu your bazhannya, if I know, I will ruin my happiness and I will die before my death. Come to the green garden in the day of the day, if you sit at the forest with a little chervone, and say: "Show me, my dear friend!" - and I will show you, exposing my disgust, my soberly indulgent. And if I don’t want more power, I don’t want your bondage and torture: you know you in your bedchamber, with your pillow, my gold-ring. Take one on the right mizinets - і lean on the father of a native and nothing about me nikoli didn’t smell.
Chi was not afraid, they were not angry, the young daughter Kupetska was encouraged by herself, the beauty was painted. At that time, not a little bitch, there was a garden of a few years old by the greenery, and if the days came, dropping behind the little chervone's fox, she prompted: "Show me, my virgin friend!" - and well, you saw the beast of foxes, the miracle of the sea: there was only one way across the road, and near the bushes; That terrible boom beast of fools, a miracle of sea: hands are crooked, there are nigty beasts on the hands, feet are kinsky, in front and back of the hump of a large camel, all the volohaty from top to bottom, from the company they were washing the boar ikla, I was oozed with a bitch, owls.
After lying down for a little while, for a little hour, the young daughter Kupetska relaxed, she was written, and chuє: she was crying, she was crying, she was drenched in hot tears, and we might even be sorry in a voice:
- I ruined you, my beauty kohan, do not bachiti me more than your beautiful disguise, you do not want to see me a little bit, and it came to me to die a dashing death.
І it became їy Skoda і disgustingly, і burst out with its great fear and with its own heart a fearful little girl, and spoke out in a voice we repeat:
- Do not be afraid of anything, my good pan and gentle, I am not angry anymore than your terrible sight, I will not separate from you, I will not forget your mercies; Create me now, in your own sight of the past: I was only angry for the first time.
Well done, the foolish beast, the miracle of the sea, in its own terrible view, in its own way, indulgent, just go so close to it without bothering, even though it didn’t click on it; the stinks walked until the night of darkness and ravaged kolishny, affectionate and intelligent, and the young daughter Kupetska was not hungry for fear, the beauty is written. The next day, she kicked the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, with the light of the little chervony i, I want a handful, thrashed him, angry, but did not show it, and soon the fear is calling out proyshov.
Then they went mad about them: it's a whole day, read it, don't be separated, overwhelmingly and in the evening with candied strains, cold drinks of honey, walked through the green gardens, rode without horses on the dark forests.
I passed a whole hour long: soon the Kazka was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid. And one time I already dreamed of seeing a young merchant's daughter, beautiful writing, how father and ill health lie; і attacked her tightly, unabashed, і thrashing її in tіy tuzі and slozovy zvіr lisovy, miracle morske, і getting too fried and becoming a pity, why have aces, in slozas? She got her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to beat her father and sisters of her beloved ones.
І will shout to her the light of the lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
I wonder if I can? You have to lay the gold-ring, put it on the right little man, and you will end up in the little house of the priest. Stay with the new one, leave it alone, but only I will tell you: if you do not return in three days or three nights, then I won’t be less happy, and I’ll die in one minute for this reason, well, I love you more I can’t live without you.
She began to curse the words with the commandments and vows, but just one year before three days and three nights she would turn around at the house of her temple.
She said goodbye to her ruler, we caress and merciful, she put on a gold ring on the right little father, and rested on the wide podvir'i of a fair merchant, her dear father. Yde won on the high gank of yogo chambers of the Kam'yanikh; the servants and servants of the household came to her, made a noise and a cry; the sisters arrived in love and, having pummeled, marveled at the beauty of the divine and the king's order, royal; They let the hands of Bilya go to the father, and the father was unhealthy, unhealthy and crushed, the day and nothing, remembering, with hot tears. I didn’t guess in the way of joy, having spoiled my daughter with a sweetheart, garn, I’ll come in, mensha, loved, and wondered in the beauty of the divine, ї the tsar’s order, the king’s.
Dovgo stench was blooming, miluvati, with caressing words. She told her father and her elder sisters, loving ones, about her life-butt at the fox, the miracle of the sea, everything is from word to word, but not crooked. І health merchant її life rich, tsar, royal, і wondered, as there sounded wondering at his terrible ruler and not be afraid of the fox, the miracle of the sea; Vin himself, about new recollections, friends tremtyv. Sisters and elders, hearing about the wealth of the little sister and the king's power over his master, dumb over his slave, and it became healthy.
The day passed, like one year, one day passed, like a little bitch, and on the third day they began to knock over my sister, the elder sister, she didn’t turn over to a fox, a miracle of the sea. "Nekhai-de zdohne, thudi, dear to yom ..."
- As long as I can be kind and kind for all your mercy and love, I will not pay him with a fierce death, then I won’t care if I’m on a bright life, and I’m less likely to see wild calls.
The first father, honest merchant, having praised the good for such speeches, and the bulo has been laid, in a year she turned to a fox, a miracle of the sea, my daughter is good, good, mensha, loved. And then the sisters were annoyed, and they conceived a stench on the right, cunning, on the right, cunning and unkind: they took the stench like this to all the old people in the booth for a whole year, and without seeing that honest merchant and all of his servants are vicious, the servants of the household.
I, since it’s a happy year, the young Merchant’s daughter became, beautifully written, my heart ached and ached, it’s just as if it’s okay, I won’t be surprised once at once on a year’s father’s birthday, early in the life of the far way. And the sisters are talking about her, they are feeding about her, they are late. However, the heart is not wierp; the daughter of the mensha said goodbye, she was in love, the pretty girl was written by a golden merchant, a father, she took all the blessings of her father, said goodbye to her older sisters, loving, faithful servant, a noblewoman, having been a noblewoman for a year, she didn’t - the finger ring on the right little piece was found in the palace of the bilokam, near the chambers of the lofty beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea; і, dіvuyuchіs, shcho vіn її did not sound, she shouted in a loud voice:
Yes, my good pan, my virgin friend? Well, don't you see me? I turned around earlier than the term, which had been designated for an hour and a half.
I didn’t see it, I didn’t say anything, the silence was dead; v green gardens The birds didn’t drink the pictures of heaven, they didn’t beat the fountains of water or the keys of the dzherelny, they didn’t drink music in the high chambers. The Merchant's daughter's heart snapped, the writing was beautiful, she saw that he was bad; She swept the wards of the tall and green gardens, clicks in a hollow voice of her kind lord - not even nowhere, nor in any way, nor in the sound of hearing. She wandered off to the pagorb ants, de ris, flaunting a little scarlet letter of love, and to bang out, like a fox beast, a miracle sea, to lie on a pagorbi, having snatched a scarlet letter with your paws. I was well, I was asleep, I was waiting, and I was sleeping in a modern dream. Little Merchant's daughter started to wake him up on the sly; I didn’t want to wake up the mors, grabbed him by the paw of a volohat - and to bang, the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, that one died, lay dead ...
Skalamutiti її eyes are clear, they gave way to the legs, fell on the knee, hugged the head of his good pan with her hands, I am indulgent and disgusting, and shouted in an unclear voice:
Ti get up, prokinet, my heart friend, I love you, yak of the baptized bazhany! ..
And just like that, the words of Vimovil won, as the blinks from his sides glittered, the earth shook at the great thunder, thundered the Kamyan's thunderbolt into the ant pagorb, and the young daughter Kupetska fell without memory, the red scribble.
Chi bagato, hiba lay for a little hour without memory - I do not see; only, when they came to the house, to sit in front of the ward with a lofty bilomarmur, to sit on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince, the blush of scriptures, on his head with a royal crown, in a dress of gold; in front of him stood the father and the sisters, and around on the knees stood a great retinue, all dressed in brocade of gold, middle-aged. I will utter before her the young prince, the blush of the scriptures, on his head with the king's crown:
- I fell in love with you, my beloved beauty, in the image of an indulgent monster, for my good soul and love for you; love me now in the image of a human, be my name bazha. The evil enchantress of my deceased father, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, not yet small, and with her satanic chaklunism, with her unclean power, turned me into a miraculous terrible thing, and swore a curse to the sweat of my life. every human being, for every creature of God, as long as there is a red girl, for which the family and the title did not get out, and love me in the form of an insurance woman, and I will try to be my lawful squad, - and that chaklunism is all gone early young people and useful. I live in such fears and scarecrows for thirty rockets, and I got in my palace enchanted by eleven little hearts, and there were twelve. Zhodna did not love me for my affection, wait, for my good soul.
Te one fell in love with me, miraculously guided and indulgent, for my affection and wait, for my good soul, for my love until you are unimportant, and for that will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in the kingdom of might.
Todi all that wondered, the retinue grabbed to the ground. Honest merchant giving his blessed daughter to the younger, beloved, and young prince-prince. I will deliver the naschard znaschennya Sestry Starshi, Czdrіsnі, all the servants of Vіrnі, Boyari Great and Kavaleri Ratnі, і nіtrohi not Zolіkayuchi took the cheerful pitch so for Velіlla, I became zhosta, well, well. I myself was a bully, I drank beer-honey, it was flowing through the vus, that did not get into my mouth.
In a certain kingdom, in the hobby for the state, a rich merchant, amenity of a lyudin, is alive.
A lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, expensive stones, gold and silver belongings; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful writings, and the mensha are more beautiful for all; і loving wine of daughters of their greatest wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and common belongings-for this reason, which is a wine of a child, і love is not a big one; loving the wines of the older daughters, and loving the little one more, then you won’t be more beautiful for all and until the new lag.
The axis and the merchant climb along his trade right over the sea, beyond the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, in thirty powers, and even to his beloved daughters:
- My darlings, my daughters are good, my daughters, I’m on my merchant’s right for the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, thirty power, і hіba is not enough, for many hours I pass - I do not see, I punish you live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you want, and I give you the term of thinking for three days, if you want me to tell you what kind of presents you want.
We thought the stench for three days and three nights, and came to our daddy, and became a drink, what kind of hospitality we want. The eldest daughter bent down at the feet of the father, the same as the first:
- Your greatness is my father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black sable farm, no Burmese pearl, but bring me a gold leaf from a stone self-colored brocade, and when you see them there is also a light, like every dream a little light in the dark, like the middle of a white day.
The honest merchant pondered and said at the same time:
- Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will bring you such a win; I know of such people across the sea, like such a winter for me; and th є win at one of the overseas king, and the th of wines in the comor of the kam'yan, and the th of that comor in the kam'yan mountain, three fathoms, behind three doors are covered, behind three locks. The robot would be chimala: so for my belongings of the opposite mute.
Youmu's daughter leaned into the legs of a MEDIUM i like:
- Your greatness is my father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black farm of Siberian sable, no namist pearls of Burmese, no gold that is self-flowering, but bring me back from the crystal of a sinister, worthy, all-beautiful, blameless і shchob, marvel at new, I am not old і beauty b can do it for you.
The honest merchant pondered, and the thought of the hiba is not enough, for an hour, even these words:
- Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will give you such a cristalevian tuvalot; and th є vin at the daughter of the king of Persia, young kingship, beautiful unimportant, indescribable and unforeseen; і is buried by that Tuvalet in a tower of Kamyan, a high one, і a cathedral of wine on a mountain of Kamyanoy, the height of this mountain is three hundred on the skin step of the warto, according to the Persian war, on a day or not, with a shameless damask, and the keys to quiet doors are worn by the king on the belt. I know such a man across the sea, and in the distance of me such a tuvalo. More important than your sister's robot, that one for my opposite dumb belongings.
Daddy's daddy's daughter and even the same word fell into the legs:
- Your greatness is my father! If you don't take me gold and middle brocade, no black sable from Siberia, no namist Burmytsk, no vintage, no crystal, but bring me a little scarlet card, which is not too beautiful.
Pondering honest merchant mitsnishe, not earlier. Hiba is not enough, but after thinking a lot for an hour, I can’t say it for sure; thoughtful, vin tsilu, foster, dove my little daughter, I love, and even these words:
- Well, I asked my robot more important than her sisters; if you know, what is shukati, how can you not know, but how can you know those whom you yourself do not know? The scarlet flower is not tricky to know, so how do you know me, what is more beautiful than it is dumb on a white light? I will be namagatisya, and at the hotel vibachai.
I admitting my daughters, good, good, in the house of the girl. Having become a wine, you go on the road, on the road, in the distant lands of the overseas. Chi dovgo, who is rich in fighting, I don’t know, and I don’t see: soon the Kazka will move, not soon it was time to be afraid. Poyhav win at the road, on the road.
The axis is to drive the honest merchant on foreign sides, overseas, on the kingdoms unbeaten; selling your friend's wine at an exorbitant price, buying someone else's at a premium; wine change of goods for goods and similar goods, for the supply of gold; golden skarbnitsa ships navantazhu that dodoma feasibleє. Znayshov is a memorable hotel for his elder daughter: a wine with self-flowered stones, and from them there is light in the dark, like a big day. Having seen a memorable hotel for my middle daughter: a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and in this one you can see all the beauty of heaven, and, marvel in a new one, girl, the beauty is not old, but to come. It is impossible to know only the famous hotel for the smallest, beloved daughter - a scarlet quotation, more beautiful than what would not be on a white light.
Knowing the wine at the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's richly scarlet quotations of such beauty, which are not in Kazakh tales, or write with a pen; that no one is given bail, which is more beautiful than that of a blanket on a white light; I don’t think so. The axis of the road was driven along the road by their servants who were driven by their hoarse groves, along the other paths, and the stars did not go away, they flew on new rogues, busurmen, people of Turkey, those who won’t win, their own faithful and live in the dark foxes. "Don't let me cut through the beasts of the fiercest, don't eat me into the hands of the rogues, the trash and live your life in the wilderness, in captivity."
Wandering through that wandering, unproblematic, unproblematic, and far away, then the road is more beautiful than the old tree, the dumb trees in front of it stand apart, and parts of the cabbage fall out. To marvel back - do not stick your hands in, to marvel to the right - writhing logs, DO NOT slip through a hare to a sideways hare, marvel in the left - and it’s worse than that. The honest merchant is wandering, I don't think I can think of a miracle for him to see, but everything goes like this: the road is torny with his feet. Yes, it’s a day from the wound until evening, I don’t feel the roar of a beast, or the sound of a snake, or the cry of an owl, or the voice of a bird: everybody died. The axis has come and is dark now; all around yogo I want to shoot in the eye, and at the new one my feet are light. Axis yde win, read, before the night and becoming baciti in front of nibi zagrava, and thinking win: "It can be seen that I was burning, so now should I go to death, inevitable?"
Turning back, you can't go; to the right, left, it is impossible to go; leaning forward, the road is torny. "Let me stand at one point - maybe, zagrava go in the direction, al get out me, al fade out zvsim."
Axis i becoming win, check; she didn’t become like a fortune-teller: zagrava just to the point of a new destiny, and like a bile of a new light; thinking about it, thinking about it and pushing it forward. Two deaths are not but one, but one is not a minute. The merchant crossed himself and pishov forward. Chim dal yde, tim svitlishe old, and it became, read, like a big day, and not a bit of noise and triviality. To go out for a visit to a wide Galyavin, and in the middle of this Galyavin there are a wide stand of little ones, not a palace, but a royal palace, or a royal palace, all in the fire, in the middle and in the golden and in the stone, in all self ; Rivno sonechko chervone, indo importantly in the eyes of wonder. All vіkontsya in the palace of the rozchinenі, and the edge in the new music is good, as nіkoli wіn not Chuv.
To enter into a wide yard, into a wide gate; the road went from a white marmur, and on the sides there are fountains of water, visoki, great and small. To enter the palace by the gatherings, covered with crimson cloth, with gilded handrails; uvіyshov to svіtlitsі - dumb; in іnshu, in the third - dumb; in p'yatu, ten-dumb; and the healthiness of the king is everywhere, neuvane and nebachena: gold, silver, crystals of skidny, an elephant and mammoth's brush.
The honest merchant is amazed at such an unimportant wealth, and in addition, there is no ruler; not only the ruler, but the servants are dumb; and the music is not silent; and thinking at that time to himself: "Everything is good, that is nothing," - and there is a style in front of him, tidied up: tsukrovi stand in a bowl of gold, and wine from overseas, and a pitta of honey. Сів він for style without Sumlenny: I got drunk, I'm hungry, I’m not happy; strava also, it’s impossible to say that it’s impossible to look at it, it’s prokovtnesh, but it’s on the woods and on the slopes, mintly hungry; getting up from the table, and bow to one and say thank you for the bread for the food. I didn’t have to wait for the money, but the table didn’t get sick, and the music didn’t stop.
The honest merchant is striving for such a miraculous miracle and such a marvelous miracle, and walking around the wards adorned so mercifully, but he himself thinks: "Do you have a little sleep and sleep," , with a canopy, with a fringe and pearl barley whales; down jacket on niy, yak mountain, lie down, soft, swan down.
The merchant marvel at such a new, new and divine miracle; lagu wine on the temple lіzhko, pulls up the canopy medium and back, wіn thin and soft, nіbi shovky. It became dark in the ward, just in the daytime, and the music was near by, and I thought: "Oh, I want my daughters to have a good time!" - and falling asleep in the same little bitch.
A merchant was thrown, and the sun had already fallen into a standing tree. A merchant prowling, but you can't get back with a rattle: all the time you bache your daughters of your lovable, good and good, and bach the daughters of your elders: the elder and the middle one, how cheerful the stench is, cheerful, but one girl is in love; that the eldest and middle daughter є grooms are bagaty and they get the smell to go out, not having finished with his blessing of the father; mensha's daughter, kohana, krasunya is written, about the names and a little you don't want, the docks won't turn around її dear father. І it became in the new soul і radіnіnі and unhappiness.
Getting up in a lizka with a high, paying yom everything is prepared, і lead the fountain into the bowl of the Krishtalev; to dress up, to fit in, or even a new miracle is NOT possible: tea and kava on the table, and with them a snack of tsukrova. Having prayed to God, he is now, and having become a friend, he walks around the wards, so that he will have mercy on them at the sight of the little chervony. Everything was as beautiful as youmu. The axis is to back up the win at the window of the razchineni, where all around the palace of cultivation of gardens and divovyzhny, fertile, and a lot of indescribable beauty. Youmu wanted to take a walk behind these gardens.
Go down through the same descents, through the marmura of green, through the malachite of the medium, with the gilded railing, go straight into the green garden. Walking wine and begging: hanging fruits of stigli, rum'yani on the trees, and asking for it in your mouth; indo, marvel at them, slinks flow; kviti flowers are awesome, terry, smelly, all sorts of barvami are written, birds and litayut nebacheni: mum on green oxamite and bright-chervony gold and middle vicladeni, write heavenly; fountains of water b'yut viski, indo marvel at їkh visota - the head is thrown; і run and rustle keys dzherelny on the decks of the Krishtalevim.
To walk an honest merchant, he is doing; in all such a diva, the eyes of a new debate, and I do not know, at what amazement and who hears. Having walked around so richly, when an hour is not enough, it is impossible: soon the Cossack will move, it will not be long time to be afraid. I rapt to bach the wine, on a small green color, a card of a red color, beautiful and inexperienced, not in Kazakh tales, not to write with a pen. The honest merchant has the spirit to take care of himself, to go up to that quotation; the smell of vіd vіtki throughout the garden іvno strumіn bіzhit; the merchant's hands and feet shook, and he spoke in a radio voice:
- Axis scarlet quote, which is not much more beautiful on the white light, about the yake asked me by the daughter of the Mensha, is in love.
I, having promoted such words, win the letters and took out a scarlet quote. In the same wickedness, without zhdnykh hmar, a blisk flashed and vdariv gram, indo the earth was overwhelmed by the feet of the vira, but from the earth, in front of the merchant: zvir is not zvir, a human is not a human, but as if it’s a miracle, more terrible than a volohate and roaring in a wild voice:
- Who are you? Yak you have a glimpse of zirvati in my garden my zapovidny, love a quilt? I took it more than the window of my eye and every day I attended, I looked at him, and then I had left all the fun in my life. I am the gentleman of the palace and the garden, I welcomed you, as a dear guest and invited, blowing, giving that spati uklav, and here you pay for my good? Know your share of the girku: die for your guilt, I will die of daring! ..
- Die to death of daring!
The honest merchant, out of fear, does not come to grips with tooth; looking around and looking around and back, from the sides, from the skin tree and bush, from the water, from the earth to the new, the power is unclean and not evil, all fears of indulgence.
Vin fell into a colony in front of the greatest ruler, a monstrous volohatym, and shouted in a pitiful voice:
- Oh, pane honestly, beast of fools, a miracle of the sea: how great is you - I don't know, I don't see! Do not ruin my Christian soul for my innocent zukhvalism, but do not punish me for rubbish and stratity, punish the word vimoviti. And є I have three daughters, three daughters, beautiful, good and good; Having asked me for a hotel to bring: the eldest daughter - a self-colored vinets, the middle daughters - a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and the youngest daughter - a scarlet letter, as if it would not be more beautiful on a white light. The older daughters know the hotel, and the younger daughters don't miss the hotel; having shaken such a hotel in your garden - a scarlet quota, which is more beautiful on the white light, and I thought that such a gentleman would not be so rich, glorious, and might NOT be a scarlet quota, my little girl, a kokhan, asked about the yake. I repent of my fault before your greatness. If you try me, unreasonable and bad, let me be old and give me a little card for my little, beloved daughter's hotel. I will pay for the gold skarbnytsi, scho thirsty.
Having glided along the lisi regit, nemov grim his make-up, and even the merchant's zvir lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
- Do not need me to change your gold belongings: I do not need my dear nikudi. It’s not like me of any mercy, and I can help you my servants win on shmats, on a part of others. Є One for you a little trouble. I will give you a domu of an unshitty one, a wine-city darling, a little scarlet, a present scarlet, if you give me the word of honor Merchant and write down your hand, then you will send for yourself one of your daughters, good, nice; I am not angry at all, but I will live with me in honor and privilege, as I myself am alive at my palace. It became boring for me to live alone, and I want to get my own comrade.
So, having fallen into the land of a merchant, he drenched himself in hot tears; and look at the fox beast, on the marvel of the sea, and on the second guess the win of your daughters, good ones, good, and you will obscure that with an unmistakable voice: a terrible, terrible boom of the fox, a miracle of the sea.
It’s a fair hour for the honest merchant to be afraid and drenched in tears, and will cry out in a complaining voice:
- Pane honestly, beast of fools, a miracle of the sea! And what about me, if my daughters are good and good, of their own free will do not want to get to you? Why don't you clang my hands and feet and force them? Do that yakim way to you? I’ve got two rocky moments before you, but I don’t see in some places, like nobles.
The merchants will blaze a wild beast, the miracle of the sea:
- I don’t want to be innocent, let your daughter come here for love to you, by your own will and bazhans; and if your daughters do not go according to their own will and bazhannyu, then you yourself come, and I tell you to strait to die fiercely. And yak priyhati to me is not your bida; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever is on the right mizinets, who will be there, de zabazhaє, will be near one. I give you a term for three days and three nights.
Thinking, thinking, the merchant thought of dying and thinking like this: "It is more beautiful for me to dabble with my daughters, to give my father a blessing, and if the stench will help me not to die from death, I will get ready to the miracle of the sea to serve the Christian old man." It wasn’t false in the new at the Duma, but to the one it was wrong, it was in the new at the Duma. The sound of fools, the miracle of the sea, and without that knowing; Bachachi yogo the truth, win and not take the record from hand, but grabbing the golden ring from his hand and giving it to the honest merchants.
I only honestly, the merchant raised his head on the right little man, as he leaned against the wine at the gates of his wide courtyard; At that time, at the same time, the gates of the bagaty caravan were brought in with a faithful servant, and they brought the stench of belongings and goods in three supra and colishny ones. Having come to the booth and noise and gamir, the daughters jumped up through their hoop, and hung the stench of silver and gold shirinki shovkov; The stench of dad tsiluvati, miluvati and the smart, affectionate names of the nazivati, and two older sisters began to smell, and the younger sisters. Smell a stench, how dad like to crumple і well є in the heart of the heart, sadness is secret. The elder daughters of the yogo have become daughters, who have not lost the wine of their great wealth; Mensha's daughter don't think about wealth, and say to his own creators:
- I don’t need your wealth; wealth - on the right is acquired, and the answer to me is my heart's sorrow.
I will talk to the honest merchant to his daughters who are good and come in handy:
- I didn’t waste my great wealth, but having made my belongings three or four times; but I have a sadness, and I will tell you about tomorrow, and we will have fun today.
Having ordered the win to bring screenshots of the road, zalizom okuti; after leaving the elder daughter's wines golden winets, Arabian gold, do not burn in the fire, do not burn near the water, with self-colored stones; distak hotel of the middle daughter, tuvalet of the cross; distak hotel the smallest daughter, golden glechik with a scarlet quotation. The older children, out of joy from the deafness, took their hotel to a large tower and there, in the open space, I want to keep quiet with them. Tilka's daughter Mensha, who is in love, shaking the scarlet letter, trembled all over and began to cry, as if she had stung in her heart.
Yak will speak to her father like this:
- Well, my daughter is sweet, love, don't you take your bazhany's notes? More beautiful than dumb on a white light!
The little daughter, Mensha, took a little bit of a scarlet, zealously, only the hands of the father, and she herself was crying in great tears. Soon the elders' little girls arrived, smelled the stench of the Batkiv's hotel, and they could not recover from the joy. Todi smelled all the stinks at the oak tables, for the laikah tablecloth, for the gravy of tsukrov, for the pitta of honey; began to eat, drink, cool down, get involved with caressing words.
In the evenings, the guests came, and became the house of the merchant, full of dear guests, relatives, saints, darmoids. Till the evening, the chat was trivial, but the good night was the benket, what a garish merchant in his booth did not bach, did not bach.
Having called the merchant's elder daughter in advance, he opened everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and having fed, who would like to save him from death from a fierce one, and take life to the beast of the fox, to the miracle of the sea.
Senior daughter Navidriz Vidmovivsya and also:
Having called the honest merchant to himself, his daughter, middle-aged, rozpovy everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and feeding: who wants to save him from the death of a fierce and live life to the sound of a fox, a miracle of the sea.
THE MIDDLE Daughter is now
- Nokhay that daughter and viru dad, for whom I have given a scarlet quotation.
Having called the honest merchant to my daughter, and having become all promises, everything from word to word, and did not rise to finish moving my daughter, as the daughter of Mensha stood in front of him, she was in love, and said:
- Bless me, my dear father: I will go to the fox, to the miracle of the sea, and to live in the new. For me, give me a scarlet quote, for me and if you need it, read it to you.
The honest merchant burst into tears, embracing his little daughter, I love him, and even these words:
- My daughter is sweet, good, good, mensha and kokhana! Hi, my blessed father will be over you, who will fend off his father in death of a fierce and good will of his own and bazhannyu who is opposed to life until the terrible beast of a fox, a miracle of the sea. You will live with a new one in the palace, in the richness and enticement to the great; that de that palace - I do not know, I do not see, I don’t know the road to a new one, not a good one, not a bored animal, or a flight of birds. We will not hear from you, no sound, but you are about us and be happy. I like me to live my girky vik, your specimens do not see, their caresses are not creepy? I am parting with you for a lifetime, I live for you in the land.
Father's daughter mensha's daughter, who is in love with:
- Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear father: life can be rich, privilne; the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, I will not be angry, I will serve you with truth and with truth, with your will, and maybe you will win for me and take a look. Don't mourn for me I live, I'm dead mute: maybe, God grant, I will turn to you.
Crying, crying honest merchant, such promises are not vyshaє.
The older sisters, great and average, were crying all over the booth: bach, sickly їm їм їм їм small sister, kohanoї; and the mensha sister, I don’t show the sum of money, don’t cry, I don’t wanna go to a long way. I birch a scarlet quote with a gilded glechik
Passed the third day and the third night, the time has come for the honest merchants to break up, to break up with their younger daughter, beloved; win the tsilu, miluє її, poured over and over her treasure with hot tears on her blessed blessing of her father. Viymaє win the ring of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea from the forged screen, hoping the ring for the right little man, the beloved daughter - and it didn’t become the same thing for us because of us.
The won in the palace of the fox, the miracle of the sea, in the chambers of the lofty, kam'yanikh, on the lid of gold plated with the kryshtalevs, on the down jacket of the swan fluff, covered in golden damask, similarly in the table , Rivno lay down on sleep so woke up. Zagala music is good, as for the zodiac won’t chula.
I got up from the downy lick and to bash, all the belongings and the scarlet paper in the gilded glitter, stand right there, the green malachite laid out on the tables, and in this ward there is a lot of good and all the belongings u scho get dressed, є scho marvel. First, one wall is all mirror-like, and one wall is gilded, and the third wall is all medium, and a fourth wall is from an elephant and mammoth brush, all stripped out by self-colored yachts; I wondered: "Mabut, tse my bedroom."
I wanted to take a look at the whole palace, I went out to look around all of this palace, I went out for at least an hour, at all divines any; one chamber was more beautiful than that, and everything is more beautiful, as the honorable merchant, the dear sovereign father, has spoken out. I took a scarlet quote from the glitter of gilded love, went out in the green garden, and slept in their birds of heaven, and the trees, bushes, and those quit waved their tops and immediately in front of her abducted; The fountains of water gushed and voiced the keys of the Dzherelny, and I knew that little bit of ants, an ant pagorb, in any case, having given a garish merchant a little scarlet, more beautiful than a dumb one in a bright light. I wiped out that little scarlet letter from a gilded glitch and wanted to plant it on a small piece; He himself is vin viletiev from the hands її і grew up to the stem і earlier and more beautifully than colic.
Wonderful at such a miracle, divine, wondrous, she gladdened her window Alenky, the legendary one, and went back to the chambers of her palaces, and in one of them there were walls, , I will be victorious until me, dear merciful ", -yak on the biliy marmurovіy stіnі words appeared in the fire:
“I’m not your pan, but a slave of hearing. You are my pani, and everything that you want to be attracted to, everything that you come to rozum, I will be willing to visit. "
I read the words of the fire, and the stench of the bile marmours disappeared, as there were none of them there. I fell on my thoughts to write a sheet to my dad and give you a word about myself. She didn’t get up to think about those, how to back, lay papir in front of her, gold a feather with a chornilnitse. Write a leaf to his own father, dear and dear sisters:
“Don’t cry about me, why don’t fuss, I live in a palace near the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, like a king; I don’t smell yogo itself, but write it before me on the wall with bilomarmurian words in the fire; I know everything that I have in the Duma, and I don't want to be called my pan, but I don’t want to be called my pani ”.
She did not pick up the sheet of writing and sealed it with a seal, as if the sheet disappeared from the hands and from the eyes, it was not dumb here and there was no buzz. The music of the duzhche drank, on the table there were grasses of tsukrov, pitta of mead, all the dishes of red gold. She sat down at the style of the merry girl, I wish she was not offended by one single woman; She won, drank, cool, play music. Pislya obid, naїvshis, won’t sleep over; I sank the music more quietly and gave it - for the same reason, why not get married.
When she slept, the jolly woman got up and went for a walk in the green gardens, she didn’t get up before going around and half of them, wondering at all the girls. All the trees, bushes and kits in front of her were wiggling, and the steegles were pears, peaches and an apple were pouring into their mouths. Having walked for an hour chimale, read right up to evening, she turned around at her ward high, and bang out: a style of curtains, and on the table there are candles and a pitta of honey, and all the messages.
During the evening, she went to that ward of Bilomarmurov, she read there on the wall of the words of the fire, and back in the same wall, and the same words of the fire:
"Why is my pan pleased with her gardens and chambers, private rooms and servants?"
- Do not cry out for me, but be you in charge of my kind pan, affectionate and merciful. I will not make a nickname out of your will. Dyakuyu tobi for all your partuvannya. More beautiful than your lofty chambers and your green gardens in the years and shukati on a white light: why shouldn't I be able to finish it? I didn’t bach such miracles. I will not come from such a divine in myself, only I am afraid to sleep alone; all your chambers have high dumb souls.
The words appeared on the wall:
“Do not be afraid, my lady is beautiful: do not sleep alone; і a lot in the chambers of human souls, but only those іkh are not bachish і not chuєsh, and all the stench at once with me will protect you from the day and not: I don’t give you three blows, I don’t give you a powdery system ”.
I went to sleep in her bedchamber, a young daughter, Kupetska, the beauty is written; and the health of you to your pan and the whole of the hand of the bili, the clutch of the legs of the live. Pani Bula is also glad to hear about the father of the dear, about the sisters of her elders and about all her servants, the dear girl; when this happened, she herself had a chance to come up with something that happened to her at the very hour; so the stench did not sleep until early morning.
So Kupetska's young daughter began to live and live, the beauty is painted. I am ready for a skin day and ready to dress up new, bagati, and make me feel better, but not in Kazakh tales, not write with a pen; every day there is a lot of fun and new, vidminna: katannya, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness on dark woods, and when they stand in front of her, they give the road wide, wide and smooth. І became a handicraftsman zaimatisya, handicraftsmen for children, vishivati shirinki with silver and gold and nizati fringes and part with pearls; she began to favor the father's gift to the dear one, and to the first naybagatsh shirinka she gave her gentle gentleman, and to that fossil animal, the miracle of the sea; and it became on a skin day that they often go to the hall to Bilomarmurov, say and caress your merciful gentlemen and read on the verses of your opinion and instill with words of fire.
Khiba is not enough, but that hour has passed: soon the Kazka is moving, it is not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter Kupetska began to zvikati to her life-butt, the beauty is written; no one won’t be able to get away with anything; to serve invisible servants, to serve, to accept, to ride in chariots without horses, to play music and to show everything. I loved her merciful pan on a skin day, і bachila won, it’s not for nothing that it’s not in vain to love it to yourself; I wanted the first voice of the listener, I wanted to talk with him, do not go to Bilomarmurov's ward, do not read the words of those who are in charge.
I began to pray about those prayers and ask, that beast of fools, the miracle of the sea, it’s not soon enough to wait for the weather, to be afraid of it in my own voice; she asked, she blessed her gentle ruler, and not at all, but wrote in the last time on the wall of bilomarmurous words with fire:
"Come this year's green garden, sit at your alcove, beloved, braided leaves, gilkami, quits, and say this:" Speak with me, my virgin slave. "
І little hours later, a young daughter, Kupetska, wandered around, the red was painted, near the green garden, she entered her sweetheart at the alcove, braided leaves, hairs, quits, and sat on the lava parcheva; and it seems that I’m creeping, beating at her heart, like at the bird’s spiymanoi, say the following words:
- Do not be afraid, my dear, laggy, pour me in my voice: send all yours, but I am not afraid and the roar of the beast; speak with me without fear.
I posed out, quickly hitting the alcove, and a terrible, wild and thick voice, hoarse and siply, and then speaking the verse. The young daughter Kupetska woke up, the red was written, felt the voice of the fox, the miracle of the sea, only because of her fear she caught herself at the sight, though she was angry, she did not show, and soon the words of his tenderness and graciousness became it became radish in their hearts.
From that hour, from that Time, they went to grow, read it, for a whole day - at the green garden at the festivities, in the dark woods on the road and at all the high chambers. Tilki is powered by a young daughter Kupetska, the red is written:
- Here you, my good, love pan?
Vіdpovіda lisovy zvіr, the miracle of the sea:
- Here, my lady is beautiful, your virgin slave, your innocent friend.
Few hours passed: soon the Cossack was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter of Kupetsky wanted, the beautiful writing, to pat the eyes of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask for blessings. Dovgo guilt on those not to wait, to be afraid, to be afraid, the same buv is so fearful, as in Kazakh tales, do not write with a pen; not only people, wild beasts that are fearful and grow in their barlogs. І kazhіr lіsovy, miracle morske, these words:
- Do not ask, do not beg me, my pani is pretty, my beloved beauty, but I have shown to you, exposing my disgusting, my teasingly indulgent. Until my voice sounded; we live with you in friendship, grace, one by one, honor, but not apart, I love you, for my love, until you are unimportant, but after you beat me, terrible and inappropriate, you hate me, not happy, you will get married in less than your eyes , and in rozlutsі with you I will die from nudgi.
Chi did not hear such promises, the young Merchant's daughter, the beauty is written, and she became a good man, swear that no one on the lights would be angry, and not to fall in love with her merciful master, and even these words:
- Like old man - be my uncle, like Seredovich - be my uncle, as well as young - be my brother, and as long as I live - be my heart's friend.
Dovgo, dovgo lisovy zvir, miracle of sea, not fiddling with such words, she didn’t miss it and the tears of her red opposite buty, and even the same word:
- I cannot be opposite to you for this reason, I love you to yourself; I vikonayu your bazhannya, if I know, I will ruin my happiness and I will die before my death. Come to the greenery garden in the day of the day, if you sit at the forest with a little chervone, and say: "Show me, my dear friend!" - and I will show you, exposing my disgust, my soberly indulgent. And if I don’t want more power, I don’t want your bondage and torture: you know you in your bedchamber, with your pillow, my gold-ring. Take one on the right mizinets - і lean on the father of a native and nothing about me nikoli didn’t smell.
Chi was not afraid, they were not angry, the young daughter Kupetska was encouraged by herself, the beauty was painted. At that time, not a little bitch, there was a garden of some years old by the greenery, and if the day came, dropping behind the little chervone's fox, she prompted: "Show me, my virgin friend!" - and well, you saw the beast of foxes, the miracle of the sea: there was only one way across the road, and near the bushes; That terrible boom beast of fools, a miracle of sea: hands are crooked, there are nigty beasts on the hands, feet are kinsky, in front and back of the hump of a large camel, all the volohaty from top to bottom, from the company they were washing the boar ikla, I was oozed with a bitch, owls.
After lying down for a little while, for a little hour, the young daughter Kupetska relaxed, she was written, and chuє: she was crying, she was crying, she was drenched in hot tears, and we might even be sorry in a voice:
- I ruined you, my beauty kohan, do not bachiti me more than your beautiful disguise, you do not want to see me a little bit, and it came to me to die a dashing death.
І it became їy Skoda і disgustingly, і burst out with its great fear and with its own heart a fearful little girl, and spoke out in a voice we repeat:
- Do not be afraid of anything, my good pan and gentle, I am not angry anymore than your terrible sight, I will not separate from you, I will not forget your mercies; Create me now, in your own sight of the past: I was only angry for the first time.
Well done, the foolish beast, the miracle of the sea, in its own terrible view, in its own way, indulgent, just go so close to it without bothering, even though it didn’t click on it; the stinks walked until the night of darkness and ravaged kolishny, affectionate and intelligent, and the young daughter Kupetska was not hungry for fear, the beauty is written. The next day, she kicked the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, with the light of the little chervony i, I want a handful, thrashed him, angry, but did not show it, and soon the fear is calling out proyshov.
Then they went mad about them: it's a whole day, read it, don't be separated, overwhelmingly and in the evening with candied strains, cold drinks of honey, walked through the green gardens, rode without horses on the dark forests.
I passed a whole hour long: soon the Kazka was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid. And one time I already dreamed of seeing a young merchant's daughter, beautiful writing, how father and ill health lie; і attacked her tightly, unabashed, і thrashing її in tіy tuzі and slozovy zvіr lisovy, miracle morske, і getting too fried and becoming a pity, why have aces, in slozas? She got her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to beat her father and sisters of her beloved ones.
І will shout to her the light of the lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
- I wonder if I can? You have to lay the gold-ring, put it on the right little man, and you will end up in the little house of the priest. Stay with the new one, leave it alone, but only I will tell you: if you do not return in three days or three nights, then I won’t be less happy, and I’ll die in one minute for this reason, well, I love you more I can’t live without you.
She began to curse the words with the commandments and vows, but just one year before three days and three nights she would turn around at the house of her temple.
She said goodbye to her ruler, we caress and merciful, she put on a gold ring on the right little father, and rested on the wide podvir'i of a fair merchant, her dear father. Yde won on the high gank of yogo chambers of the Kam'yanikh; the servants and servants of the household came to her, made a noise and a cry; the sisters arrived in love and, having pummeled, marveled at the beauty of the divine and the king's order, royal; They let the hands of Bilya go to the father, and the father was unhealthy, unhealthy and crushed, the day and nothing, remembering, with hot tears. I didn’t guess in the way of joy, having spoiled my daughter with a sweetheart, garn, I’ll come in, mensha, loved, and wondered in the beauty of the divine, ї the tsar’s order, the king’s.
Dovgo stench was blooming, miluvati, with caressing words. She told her father and her elder sisters, loving ones, about her life-butt at the fox, the miracle of the sea, everything is from word to word, but not crooked. І health merchant її life rich, tsar, royal, і wondered, as there sounded wondering at his terrible ruler and not be afraid of the fox, the miracle of the sea; Vin himself, about new recollections, friends tremtyv. Sisters and elders, hearing about the wealth of the little sister and the king's power over his master, dumb over his slave, and it became healthy.
The day passed, like one year, one day passed, like a little bitch, and on the third day they began to knock over my sister, the elder sister, she didn’t turn over to a fox, a miracle of the sea. "Nekhai-de zdohne, here and dear to yom ..."
- As long as I can be kind and kind for all your mercy and love, I will not pay him with a fierce death, then I won’t care if I’m on a bright life, and I’m less likely to see wild calls.
The first father, honest merchant, having praised the good for such speeches, and the bulo has been laid, in a year she turned to a fox, a miracle of the sea, my daughter is good, good, mensha, loved. And then the sisters were annoyed, and they conceived a stench on the right, cunning, on the right, cunning and unkind: they took the stench like this to all the old people in the booth for a whole year, and without seeing that honest merchant and all of his servants are vicious, the servants of the household.
I, since it’s a happy year, the young Merchant’s daughter became, beautifully written, my heart ached and ached, it’s just as if it’s okay, I won’t be surprised once at once on a year’s father’s birthday, early in the life of the far way. And the sisters are talking about her, they are feeding about her, they are late. However, the heart is not wierp; the daughter of the mensha said goodbye, she was in love, the pretty girl was written by a golden merchant, a father, she took all the blessings of her father, said goodbye to her older sisters, loving, faithful servant, a noblewoman, having been a noblewoman for a year, she didn’t - the finger ring on the right little piece was found in the palace of the bilokam, near the chambers of the lofty beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea; і, dіvuyuchіs, shcho vіn її did not sound, she shouted in a loud voice:
- Yes, my good pan, my virgin friend? Well, don't you see me? I turned around earlier than the term, which had been designated for an hour and a half.
I didn’t see it, I didn’t say anything, the silence was dead; in the green gardens, the birds did not sleep the pictures of heaven, did not beat the fountains of water and did not make the keys of the dzherelny, did not drink music in the highest chambers. The Merchant's daughter's heart snapped, the writing was beautiful, she saw that he was bad; She swept the wards of the tall and green gardens, clicks in a hollow voice of her kind lord - not even nowhere, nor in any way, nor in the sound of hearing. She wandered off to the pagorb ants, de ris, flaunting a little scarlet letter of love, and to bang out, like a fox beast, a miracle sea, to lie on a pagorbi, having snatched a scarlet letter with your paws. I was well, I was asleep, I was waiting, and I was sleeping in a modern dream. Little Merchant's daughter started to wake him up on the sly; I didn’t want to wake up the mors, grabbed him by the paw of a volohat - and to bang, the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, that one died, lay dead ...
Skalamutiti її eyes are clear, they gave way to the legs, fell on the knee, hugged the head of his good pan with her hands, I am indulgent and disgusting, and shouted in an unclear voice:
- Ti get up, prokinet, my dear friend, I love you, yak, the baptized bazhany! ..
And just like that, the words of Vimovil won, as the blinks from his sides glittered, the earth shook at the great thunder, thundered the Kamyan's thunderbolt into the ant pagorb, and the young daughter Kupetska fell without memory, the red scribble.
Chi bagato, hiba lay for a little hour without memory - I do not see; only, when they came to the house, to sit in front of the ward with a lofty bilomarmur, to sit on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince, the blush of scriptures, on his head with a royal crown, in a dress of gold; in front of him stood the father and the sisters, and around on the knees stood a great retinue, all dressed in brocade of gold, middle-aged. I will utter before her the young prince, the blush of the scriptures, on his head with the king's crown:
- I fell in love with you, my beloved beauty, in the image of an indulgent monster, for my good soul and love for you; love me now in the image of a human, be my name bazha. The evil enchantress of my deceased father, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, not yet small, and with her satanic chaklunism, with her unclean power, turned me into a miraculous terrible thing, and swore a curse to the sweat of my life. every human being, for every creature of God, as long as there is a red girl, for which the family and the title did not get out, and love me in the form of an insurance woman, and I will try to be my lawful squad, - and that chaklunism is all gone early young people and useful. I live in such fears and scarecrows for thirty rockets, and I got in my palace enchanted by eleven little hearts, and there were twelve. Zhodna did not love me for my affection, wait, for my good soul.
Te one fell in love with me, miraculously guided and indulgent, for my affection and wait, for my good soul, for my love until you are unimportant, and for that will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in the kingdom of might.
Todi all that wondered, the retinue grabbed to the ground. Honest merchant giving his blessed daughter to the younger, beloved, and young prince-prince. I will deliver the naschard znaschennya Sestry Starshi, Czdrіsnі, all the servants of Vіrnі, Boyari Great and Kavaleri Ratnі, і nіtrohi not Zolіkayuchi took the cheerful pitch so for Velіlla, I became zhosta, well, well. I myself was a bully, I drank beer-honey, it was flowing through the vus, that did not get into my mouth.
In a certain kingdom, in the hobby for the state, a rich merchant, amenity of a lyudin, is alive.
There is a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, expensive stones, gold and silver belongings, and that merchant has three daughters, all three red writing, and mensha is more beautiful for all; і loving wine of daughters of their greatest wealth, pearls, expensive stones, gold and precious belongings - for this reason, it’s because of this reason that it’s not a good thing to love; loving the wines of the older daughters, and loving the little one more, then you won’t be more beautiful for all and until the new lag.
The axis and the merchant climb along his trade right over the sea, beyond the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, in thirty powers, and even to his beloved daughters:
“My daughters, my daughters are good, my daughters, I’m on my merchant’s right for the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, thirty power, and it’s not enough, if I’ve lived for an hour, I don’t see, I punish you live without me honestly and peacefully, if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you want, and I give you the term of thinking for three days, and if you tell me what kind of presents you want ...
We thought it smelled for three days and three nights, and came to our daddy, and became a drink and drink, which we want to receive. The eldest daughter leaned into Batkov's feet and, as it were, persha:
“My dear sir, my dear father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black sable farm, no Burmytska pearls, but bring me a gold leaf from a stone self-colored, and you will see from them also a light, like every dream a little light in the dark, like the middle of a white day. "
The honest merchant pondered and said at the same time:
“Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will bring you such a win; I know of such people across the sea, like such a weekend for me; and th є win at one of the overseas king, and the th of wines in the comor of the kam'yan, and the th of that comor in the kam'yan mountain, three fathoms, behind three doors are covered, behind three locks. Robot would be chimala: so much for my belongings of the opposite mute. "
Youmu's daughter leaned into the legs of a MEDIUM i like:
“My dear sir, my dear father! If you do not take me gold and silver brocade, no black farm of Siberian sable, no namist pearls of Burmese, no gold that is self-flowering, but bring me a little bit of a crystal of a wicked, worthy, wondrous, wondrous і shchob, wonder in the new, I’m not old і beauty b can do it for you ”.
The honest merchant pondered, and the thought of the hiba is not enough, for an hour, even these words:
“Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will give you such a kryshtaleviy tuvalet; and th є vin at the daughter of the king of Persia, young kingship, beautiful unimportant, indescribable and unforeseen; і buried that tuvalo in a tower of Kamyan, high, і a cathedral of wine on a mountain of Kamyanaya, the height of this mountain is three hundred yards, behind seven doors, behind a number of nice locks, and leading up to that tower, three thousand steps on the skin step of the warto, according to the Persian war, on the day and not at all with a sack of damask, and the keys from the quiet doors are worn by the royal on the belt. I know such a man across the sea, and in the distance of me such a tuvalo. More important than your sister's robot, the one for my opposite dumb belongings. "
Daddy's daddy's daughter and even the same word fell into the legs:
“My dear sir, my father! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black sable from Siberia, no namist Burmytsk, no vintage, no crystal, but bring me scarlet quote, What would not have been more beautiful on a white light. "
Pondering honest merchant mitsnishe, not earlier. Hiba is not enough, but after thinking a lot for an hour, I can’t say it for sure; thoughtful, vin tsilu, foster, dove my little daughter, I love, and even these words:
“Well, I asked my robot more important than sisters: if you know, shukati, then how can you not know, but how can you know those whom you yourself don’t know? The scarlet flower is not tricky to know, so how do you know me, what is more beautiful than it is dumb on a white light? I’ll be namagatisya, and at the hotel vibachai ”.
I admitting my daughters, good, good, in the house of the girl. Having become a wien, you get on the road, by the road, in the distant lands of the overseas. Chi dovgo, who is rich in fighting, I don’t know, and I don’t see: soon the Kazka will move, not soon it was time to be afraid. Poyhav win at the road, at the road.
The axis is to drive the honest merchant on foreign sides, overseas, on the kingdoms unbeaten; selling your friend's wine at an exorbitant price, buying someone else's at a price, buying another's goods for a good and a similar one, for the supply of gold; golden skarbnitsa ships navantazhu that dodoma feasibleє. Znayshov is a memorable hotel for his elder daughter: a wine with self-flowered stones, and from them there is light in the dark, like a big day. Having seen a memorable hotel for my middle daughter: a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and in this one you can see all the beauty of heaven, and, marvel in a new one, girl, the beauty is not old, but to come. It is impossible to know only the famous hotel for the smallest, beloved daughter - a scarlet quotation, more beautiful than what would not be on a white light.
Knowing the wine at the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's richly scarlet quotations of such beauty, which are not in Kazakh tales, or write with a pen; that no one is given bail, which is more beautiful than that of a blanket on a white light; I don’t think so. The axis of the road was driven along the road by their servants who were driven by their hoarse groves, along the other paths, and the stars did not go away, they flew on new rogues, busurmen, people of Turkey, those who won’t win, their own faithful and live in the dark foxes. "Don't let me cut through the beasts of the fierceness, don't eat me into the hands of the rogues, the trash and live your life in the wilderness in captivity."
Kazka "The Scarlet Flower" is a very beautiful story about the great and spy kokhannya. Kazka pіdіyde for older children, who will learn about the honesty and power of Olenka - the main character. I fell in love with a terribly monstrous thing, like a buv of nastіlka zhakhlivy, scho not navazhuvavsya navіtsya їy in the eyes. Loved, unaffected by your fear zovnishniy viglyad, For a clean and kind heart. І love tsya rozchakluvala miraculously, і having transformed himself into a handsome prince. On the butt of the child's kazka, one can explain that a man is not valued for the sumptuous beauty and riches, but for kind vchinki and great heart.
The Scarlet Flower
In a certain kingdom, in the hobby for the state, a rich merchant, amenity of a lyudin, is alive.A lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, expensive stones, gold and silver belongings; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful writings, and the mensha are more beautiful for all; і loving wine of daughters of their greatest wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and common belongings-for this reason, which is a wine of a child, і love is not a big one; loving the wines of the older daughters, and loving the little one more, then you won’t be more beautiful for all and until the new lag.
The axis and the merchant climb along his trade right over the sea, beyond the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, in thirty powers, and even to his beloved daughters:
My daughters, my daughters are good, my daughters, I go along my merchant's right for the distant lands, in the distant kingdom, thirty power, і hіba is not enough, if I live for an hour - I do not see, I punish your life without me honestly and peacefully, if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such hotels as you want, and I give you a term for thinking for three days, and if you tell me what kind of hotels you want.
We thought the stench for three days and three nights, and came to our daddy, and became a drink, what kind of hospitality we want. The eldest daughter bent down at the feet of the father, the same as the first:
Sovereign my father is dear! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black sable farm, no Burmese pearl, but bring me a gold leaf from a stone self-colored brocade, and when you see them there is also a light, like every dream a little light in the dark, like the middle of a white day.
The honest merchant pondered and said at the same time:
Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will bring you such a win; I know of such people across the sea, like such a winter for me; and th є win at one of the overseas king, and the th of wines in the comor of the kam'yan, and the th of that comor in the kam'yan mountain, three fathoms, behind three doors are covered, behind three locks. The robot would be chimala: so for my belongings of the opposite mute.
Youmu's daughter leaned into the legs of a MEDIUM i like:
Sovereign my father is dear! Don't take me gold and silver brocade, no black farm of Siberian sable, no namist pearls of Burmese, no gold that is self-flowering, but bring me back from the crystal of a sinister, worthy, all-beautiful, blameless і shchob, marvel at new, I am not old і beauty b can do it for you.
The honest merchant pondered, and the thought of the hiba is not enough, for an hour, even these words:
Good, my daughter is sweet, good and good, I will give you such a crystal tuvalo; and th є vin at the daughter of the king of Persia, young kingship, beautiful unimportant, indescribable and unforeseen; і is buried by that Tuvalet in a tower of Kamyan, a high one, і a cathedral of wine on a mountain of Kamyanoy, the height of this mountain is three hundred on the skin step of the warto, according to the Persian war, on a day or not, with a shameless damask, and the keys to quiet doors are worn by the king on the belt. I know such a man across the sea, and in the distance of me such a tuvalo. More important than your sister's robot, that one for my opposite dumb belongings.
Daddy's daddy's daughter and even the same word fell into the legs:
Sovereign my father is dear! If you don't take me gold and middle brocade, no black sable from Siberia, no namist Burmytsk, no vintage, no crystal, but bring me a little scarlet card, which is not too beautiful.
Pondering honest merchant mitsnishe, not earlier. Hiba is not enough, but after thinking a lot for an hour, I can’t say it for sure; thoughtful, vin tsilu, foster, dove my little daughter, I love, and even these words:
Well, I asked my robot more important than her sisters; if you know, what is shukati, how can you not know, but how can you know those whom you yourself do not know? The scarlet flower is not tricky to know, so how do you know me, what is more beautiful than it is dumb on a white light? I will be namagatisya, and at the hotel vibachai.
I admitting my daughters, good, good, in the house of the girl. Having become a wine, you go on the road, on the road, in the distant lands of the overseas. Chi dovgo, who is rich in fighting, I don’t know, and I don’t see: soon the Kazka will move, not soon it was time to be afraid. Poyhav win at the road, on the road.
The axis is to drive the honest merchant on foreign sides, overseas, on the kingdoms unbeaten; selling your friend's wine at an exorbitant price, buying someone else's at a premium; wine change of goods for goods and similar goods, for the supply of gold; golden skarbnitsa ships navantazhu that dodoma feasibleє. Znayshov is a memorable hotel for his elder daughter: a wine with self-flowered stones, and from them there is light in the dark, like a big day. Having seen a memorable hotel for my middle daughter: a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and in this one you can see all the beauty of heaven, and, marvel in a new one, girl, the beauty is not old, but to come. It is impossible to know only the famous hotel for the smallest, beloved daughter - a scarlet quotation, more beautiful than what would not be on a white light.
Knowing the wine at the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's richly scarlet quotations of such beauty, which are not in Kazakh tales, or write with a pen; that no one is given bail, which is more beautiful than that of a blanket on a white light; I don’t think so. The axis of the road was driven along the road by their servants who were driven by their hoarse groves, along the other paths, and the stars did not go away, they flew on new rogues, busurmen, people of Turkey, those who won’t win, their own faithful and live in the dark foxes. "Don't let me break up the beasts of the fiercest, don't eat me in the hands of the rogues, the trash and live your life in the wilderness, in captivity."
Wandering through that wandering, unproblematic, unproblematic, and far away, then the road is more beautiful than the old tree, the dumb trees in front of it stand apart, and parts of the cabbage fall out. To marvel back - do not stick your hands in, to marvel to the right - writhing logs, DO NOT slip through a hare to a sideways hare, marvel in the left - and it’s worse than that. The honest merchant is wandering, I don't think I can think of a miracle for him to see, but everything goes like this: the road is torny with his feet. Yes, it’s a day from the wound until evening, I don’t feel the roar of a beast, or the sound of a snake, or the cry of an owl, or the voice of a bird: everybody died. The axis has come and is dark now; all around yogo I want to shoot in the eye, and at the new one my feet are light. Axis yde win, read, before the night and becoming baciti in front of nibi zagrava, and thinking win: "It can be seen that I was burning, so now should I go to death, inevitable?"
Turning back, you can't go; to the right, left, it is impossible to go; leaning forward, the road is torny. "Let me stand at one point - maybe, zagrava go to the other side, al get out of me, al extinguish zvsim."
Axis i becoming win, check; she didn’t become like a fortune-teller: zagrava just to the point of a new destiny, and like a bile of a new light; thinking about it, thinking about it and pushing it forward. Two deaths are not but one, but one is not a minute. The merchant crossed himself and pishov forward. Chim dal yde, tim svitlishe old, and it became, read, like a big day, and not a bit of noise and triviality. To go out for a visit to a wide Galyavin, and in the middle of this Galyavin there are a wide stand of little ones, not a palace, but a royal palace, or a royal palace, all in the fire, in the middle and in the golden and in the stone, in all self ; Rivno sonechko chervone, indo importantly in the eyes of wonder. All vіkontsya in the palace of the rozchinenі, and the edge in the new music is good, as nіkoli wіn not Chuv.
To enter into a wide yard, into a wide gate; the road went from a white marmur, and on the sides there are fountains of water, visoki, great and small. To enter the palace by the gatherings, covered with crimson cloth, with gilded handrails; uvіyshov to svіtlitsі - dumb; in іnshu, in the third - dumb; in p'yatu, ten-dumb; and the healthiness of the king is everywhere, neuvane and nebachena: gold, silver, crystals of skidny, an elephant and mammoth's brush.
The honest merchant is amazed at such an unimportant wealth, and in addition, there is no ruler; not only the ruler, but the servants are dumb; and the music is not silent; and thinking at that time to himself: "Everything is good, that is nothing," - and there is a style in front of him, tidied up: in a bowl of gold and a common strain to stand tsukrovi, і wines overseas, and pitta honey. Сів він for style without Sumlenny: I got drunk, I'm hungry, I’m not happy; strava also, it’s impossible to say that it’s impossible to look at it, it’s prokovtnesh, but it’s on the woods and on the slopes, mintly hungry; getting up from the table, and bow to one and say thank you for the bread for the food. I didn’t have to wait for the money, but the table didn’t get sick, and the music didn’t stop.
The honest merchant is waking up to such a miraculous miracle and such a wondrous miracle, and to walk around the wards adorned so mercifully, and he himself thinks: "Well, now, sleep and sleep," , with a canopy, with a fringe and pearl barley whales; down jacket on niy, yak mountain, lie down, soft, swan down.
The merchant marvel at such a new, new and divine miracle; lagu wine on the temple lіzhko, pulls up the canopy medium and back, wіn thin and soft, nіbi shovky. It became dark in the ward, just in the daytime, and the music was near by, and thinking: "Oh, I want my daughters to have a good time!" - and falling asleep in the same little bitch.
A merchant was thrown, and the sun had already fallen into a standing tree. A merchant prowling, but you can't get back with a rattle: all the time you bache your daughters of your lovable, good and good, and bach the daughters of your elders: the elder and the middle one, how cheerful the stench is, cheerful, but one girl is in love; that the eldest and middle daughter є grooms are bagaty and they get the smell to go out, not having finished with his blessing of the father; mensha's daughter, kohana, krasunya is written, about the names and a little you don't want, the docks won't turn around її dear father. І it became in the new soul і radіnіnі and unhappiness.
Getting up in a lizka with a high, paying yom everything is prepared, і lead the fountain into the bowl of the Krishtalev; to dress up, to fit in, or even a new miracle is NOT possible: tea and kava on the table, and with them a snack of tsukrova. Having prayed to God, he is now, and having become a friend, he walks around the wards, so that he will have mercy on them at the sight of the little chervony. Everything was as beautiful as youmu. The axis is to back up the win at the window of the razchineni, where all around the palace of cultivation of gardens and divovyzhny, fertile, and a lot of indescribable beauty. Youmu wanted to take a walk behind these gardens.
Go down through the same descents, through the marmura of green, through the malachite of the medium, with the gilded railing, go straight into the green garden. Walking wine and begging: hanging fruits of stigli, rum'yani on the trees, and asking for it in your mouth; indo, marvel at them, slinks flow; kviti flowers are awesome, terry, smelly, all sorts of barvami are written, birds and litayut nebacheni: mum on green oxamite and bright-chervony gold and middle vicladeni, write heavenly; fountains of water b'yut viski, indo marvel at їkh visota - the head is thrown; і run and rustle keys dzherelny on the decks of the Krishtalevim.
To walk an honest merchant, he is doing; in all such a diva, the eyes of a new debate, and I do not know, at what amazement and who hears. Having walked around so richly, when an hour is not enough, it is impossible: soon the Cossack will move, it will not be long time to be afraid. I rapt to bach the wine, on a small green color, a card of a red color, beautiful and inexperienced, not in Kazakh tales, not to write with a pen. The honest merchant has the spirit to take care of himself, to go up to that quotation; the smell of vіd vіtki throughout the garden іvno strumіn bіzhit; the merchant's hands and feet shook, and he spoke in a radio voice:
The little axis is a little more beautiful on the white light, the daughter of the Mensha asked me about the yake, she is in love.
I, having promoted such words, win the letters and took out a scarlet quote. In the same wickedness, without zhdnykh hmar, a blisk flashed and vdariv gram, indo the earth was overwhelmed by the feet of the vira, but from the earth, in front of the merchant: zvir is not zvir, a human is not a human, but as if it’s a miracle, more terrible than a volohate and roaring in a wild voice:
Who are you? Yak you have a glimpse of zirvati in my garden my zapovidny, love a quilt? I took it more than the window of my eye and every day I attended, I looked at him, and then I had left all the fun in my life. I am the gentleman of the palace and the garden, I welcomed you, as a dear guest and invited, blowing, giving that spati uklav, and here you pay for my good? Know your share of the girku: die for your guilt, I will die of daring! ..
Die to death of daring!
The honest merchant, out of fear, does not come to grips with tooth; looking around and looking around and back, from the sides, from the skin tree and bush, from the water, from the earth to the new, the power is unclean and not evil, all fears of indulgence.
Vin fell into a colony in front of the greatest ruler, a monstrous volohatym, and shouted in a pitiful voice:
Oh, pane honestly, the beast of fools, the miracle of the sea: how great is you - I don’t know, I don’t see! Do not ruin my Christian soul for my innocent zukhvalism, but do not punish me for rubbish and stratity, punish the word vimoviti. And є I have three daughters, three daughters, beautiful, good and good; Having asked me for a hotel to bring: the eldest daughter - a self-colored vinets, the middle daughters - a kryshtaleviy tuvalet, and the youngest daughter - a scarlet letter, as if it would not be more beautiful on a white light. The older daughters know the hotel, and the younger daughters don't miss the hotel; having shaken such a hotel in your garden - a scarlet quota, which is more beautiful on the white light, and I thought that such a gentleman would not be so rich, glorious, and might NOT be a scarlet quota, my little girl, a kokhan, asked about the yake. I repent of my fault before your greatness. If you try me, unreasonable and bad, let me be old and give me a little card for my little, beloved daughter's hotel. I will pay for the gold skarbnytsi, scho thirsty.
Having glided along the lisi regit, nemov grim his make-up, and even the merchant's zvir lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
Do not require me to change your gold belongings: I do not need my dear nikudi. It’s not like me of any mercy, and I can help you my servants win on shmats, on a part of others. Є One for you a little trouble. I will give you a domu of an unshitty one, a wine-city darling, a little scarlet, a present scarlet, if you give me the word of honor Merchant and write down your hand, then you will send for yourself one of your daughters, good, nice; I am not angry at all, but I will live with me in honor and privilege, as I myself am alive at my palace. It became boring for me to live alone, and I want to get my own comrade.
So, having fallen into the land of a merchant, he drenched himself in hot tears; and look at the fox beast, on the marvel of the sea, and on the second guess the win of your daughters, good ones, good, and you will obscure that with an unmistakable voice: a terrible, terrible boom of the fox, a miracle of the sea.
It’s a fair hour for the honest merchant to be afraid and drenched in tears, and will cry out in a complaining voice:
Pan honestly, beast of fools, miracle of sea! And what about me, if my daughters are good and good, of their own free will do not want to get to you? Why don't you clang my hands and feet and force them? Do that yakim way to you? I’ve got two rocky moments before you, but I don’t see in some places, like nobles.
The merchants will blaze a wild beast, the miracle of the sea:
I don’t want to be innocent, let your daughter come here for love to you, by your own will and bazhans; and if your daughters do not go according to their own will and bazhannyu, then you yourself come, and I tell you to strait to die fiercely. And yak priyhati to me is not your bida; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever is on the right mizinets, who will be there, de zabazhaє, will be near one. I give you a term for three days and three nights.
Thinking, thinking, the merchant thought of dying and coming up like this: "It is more beautiful for me to dabble with my daughters, to give my father a blessing, and if I don’t want the stench to spare me from death, then I’ll get ready to the miraculous sea to serve the Christian child." It wasn’t false in the new at the Duma, but to the one it was wrong, it was in the new at the Duma. The sound of fools, the miracle of the sea, and without that knowing; Bachachi yogo the truth, win and not take the record from hand, but grabbing the golden ring from his hand and giving it to the honest merchants.
I only honestly, the merchant raised his head on the right little man, as he leaned against the wine at the gates of his wide courtyard; At that time, at the same time, the gates of the bagaty caravan were brought in with a faithful servant, and they brought the stench of belongings and goods in three supra and colishny ones. Having come to the booth and noise and gamir, the daughters jumped up through their hoop, and hung the stench of silver and gold shirinki shovkov; The stench of dad tsiluvati, miluvati and the smart, affectionate names of the nazivati, and two older sisters began to smell, and the younger sisters. Smell a stench, how dad like to crumple і well є in the heart of the heart, sadness is secret. The elder daughters of the yogo have become daughters, who have not lost the wine of their great wealth; Mensha's daughter don't think about wealth, and say to his own creators:
I don’t need your wealth; wealth - on the right is acquired, and the answer to me is my heart's sorrow.
I will talk to the honest merchant to his daughters who are good and come in handy:
I didn’t waste my great wealth, but I made my belongings three or four times; but I have a sadness, and I will tell you about tomorrow, and we will have fun today.
Having ordered the win to bring screenshots of the road, zalizom okuti; after leaving the elder daughter's wines golden winets, Arabian gold, do not burn in the fire, do not burn near the water, with self-colored stones; distak hotel of the middle daughter, tuvalet of the cross; distak hotel the smallest daughter, golden glechik with a scarlet quotation. The older children, out of joy from the deafness, took their hotel to a large tower and there, in the open space, I want to keep quiet with them. Tilka's daughter Mensha, who is in love, shaking the scarlet letter, trembled all over and began to cry, as if she had stung in her heart.
Yak will speak to her father like this:
Well, my daughter is dear, love, don't you take your bazhany's notes? More beautiful than dumb on a white light!
The little daughter, Mensha, took a little bit of a scarlet, zealously, only the hands of the father, and she herself was crying in great tears. Soon the elders' little girls arrived, smelled the stench of the Batkiv's hotel, and they could not recover from the joy. Todi smelled all the stinks at the oak tables, for the laikah tablecloth, for the gravy of tsukrov, for the pitta of honey; began to eat, drink, cool down, get involved with caressing words.
In the evenings, the guests came, and became the house of the merchant, full of dear guests, relatives, saints, darmoids. Till the evening, the chat was trivial, but the good night was the benket, what a garish merchant in his booth did not bach, did not bach.
Having called to the merchant's elder daughter to the wounds, he sent everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and having fed, who would like to save him from death from a fierce one, and live his life to the beast of the fox, to the miracle of the sea.
Senior daughter Navidriz Vidmovivsya and also:
Having called the honest merchant to himself, his daughter, middle-aged, rozpovy everything that happened to him, everything from word to word, and feeding: who wants to save him from the death of a fierce and live life to the sound of a fox, a miracle of the sea.
THE MIDDLE Daughter is now
Come on that daughter and viru dad, for whom is it a scarlet quote.
Having called the honest merchant to my daughter, and having become all promises, everything from word to word, and did not rise to finish moving my daughter, as the daughter of Mensha stood in front of him, she was in love, and said:
Bless me, my dear father: I will go to the fox, to the miracle of the sea, and to live in the new. For me, give me a scarlet quote, for me and if you need it, read it to you.
The honest merchant burst into tears, embracing his little daughter, I love him, and even these words:
My daughter is sweet, good, good, mensha and kohana! Hi, my blessed father will be over you, who will fend off his father in death of a fierce and good will of his own and bazhannyu who is opposed to life until the terrible beast of a fox, a miracle of the sea. You will live with a new one in the palace, in the richness and enticement to the great; that de that palace - I do not know, I do not see, I don’t know the road to a new one, not a good one, not a bored animal, or a flight of birds. We will not hear from you, no sound, but you are about us and be happy. I like me to live my girky vik, your specimens do not see, their caresses are not creepy? I am parting with you for a lifetime, I live for you in the land.
Father's daughter mensha's daughter, who is in love with:
Don't cry, don't grieve, my dear father: life can be rich, privilne; the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, I will not be angry, I will serve you with truth and with truth, with your will, and maybe you will win for me and take a look. Don't mourn for me I live, I'm dead mute: maybe, God grant, I will turn to you.
Crying, crying honest merchant, such promises are not vyshaє.
The older sisters, great and average, were crying all over the booth: bach, sickly їm їм їм їм small sister, kohanoї; and the mensha sister, I don’t show the sum of money, don’t cry, I don’t wanna go to a long way. I birch a scarlet quote with a gilded glechik.
Passed the third day and the third night, the time has come for the honest merchants to break up, to break up with their younger daughter, beloved; win the tsilu, miluє її, poured over and over her treasure with hot tears on her blessed blessing of her father. Viymaє win the ring of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea from the forged screen, hoping the ring for the right little man, the beloved daughter - and it didn’t become the same thing for us because of us.
The won in the palace of the fox, the miracle of the sea, in the chambers of the lofty, kam'yanikh, on the lid of gold plated with the kryshtalevs, on the down jacket of the swan fluff, covered in golden damask, similarly in the table , Rivno lay down on sleep so woke up. Zagala music is good, as for the zodiac won’t chula.
I got up from the downy lick and to bash, all the belongings and the scarlet paper in the gilded glitter, stand right there, the green malachite laid out on the tables, and in this ward there is a lot of good and all the belongings u scho get dressed, є scho marvel. First, one wall is all mirror-like, and one wall is gilded, and the third wall is all medium, and a fourth wall is from an elephant and mammoth brush, all stripped out by self-colored yachts; I wondered: "Guilty bootie, tse my bedroom."
I wanted to take a look at the whole palace, I went out to look around all of this palace, I went out for at least an hour, at all divines any; one chamber was more beautiful than that, and everything is more beautiful, as the honorable merchant, the dear sovereign father, has spoken out. I took a scarlet quote from the glitter of gilded love, went out in the green garden, and slept in their birds of heaven, and the trees, bushes, and those quit waved their tops and immediately in front of her abducted; The fountains of water gushed and voiced the keys of the Dzherelny, and I knew that little bit of ants, an ant pagorb, in any case, having given a garish merchant a little scarlet, more beautiful than a dumb one in a bright light. I wiped out that little scarlet letter from a gilded glitch and wanted to plant it on a small piece; He himself is vin viletiev from the hands її і grew up to the stem і earlier and more beautifully than colic.
Wonderful at such a miracle, divine, wondrous, she pleased her with Alenky, the famous one, and went back to the chambers of her palaces, and in one of them there were walls, , I will be victorious until me, dear merciful ", - as the words appeared on the bile marmor stin:
“I’m not your pan, but a hearing servant. You are my pan, and everything that you want to be attracted to, everything that you come to mind, I’ll be hungry.”
I read the words of the fire, and the stench of the bile marmours disappeared, as there were none of them there. I fell on my thoughts to write a sheet to my dad and give you a word about myself. She didn’t get up to think about those, how to back, lay papir in front of her, gold a feather with a chornilnitse. Write a leaf to his own father, dear and dear sisters:
"Do not cry about me, why not fuss, I live in a palace near a fox, a miracle of the sea, like a king; I don’t bach, I don’t feel it, but write to me on the wall of bilomarmurov with words of fire; me for thoughts, і in the same wickedness all the viconuє, і do not want to be called my master, but call me pani svoi ".
She did not pick up the sheet of writing and sealed it with a seal, as if the sheet disappeared from the hands and from the eyes, it was not dumb here and there was no buzz. The music of the duzhche drank, on the table there were grasses of tsukrov, pitta of mead, all the dishes of red gold. She sat down at the style of the merry girl, I wish she was not offended by one single woman; She won, drank, cool, play music. Pislya obid, naїvshis, won’t sleep over; I sank the music more quietly and gave it - for the same reason, why not get married.
When she slept, the jolly woman got up and went for a walk in the green gardens, she didn’t get up before going around and half of them, wondering at all the girls. All the trees, bushes and kits in front of her were wiggling, and the steegles were pears, peaches and an apple were pouring into their mouths. Having walked for an hour chimale, read right up to evening, she turned around at her ward high, and bang out: a style of curtains, and on the table there are candles and a pitta of honey, and all the messages.
During the evening, she went to that ward of Bilomarmurov, she read there on the wall of the words of the fire, and back in the same wall, and the same words of the fire:
"Why is my pan pleased with her gardens and chambers, private rooms and servants?"
Not a cry that is less than your own, but be you willed by my kind pan, affectionate and merciful. I will not make a nickname out of your will. Dyakuyu tobi for all your partuvannya. More beautiful than your lofty chambers and your green gardens in the years and shukati on a white light: why shouldn't I be able to finish it? I didn’t bach such miracles. I will not come from such a divine in myself, only I am afraid to sleep alone; all your chambers have high dumb souls.
The words appeared on the wall:
"Do not be afraid, my pani is beautiful: do not be alone, check to you your devchina is synna, virna and kokhana, and a lot in the chambers of human souls, but only those who are not bachish and do not know, and take care of all the stinks at once with me day and night: not a lady on you three blow, not a lady on you powdery system. "
I went to sleep in her bedchamber, a young daughter, Kupetska, the beauty is written; and the health of you to your pan and the whole of the hand of the bili, the clutch of the legs of the live. Pani Bula is also glad to hear about the father of the dear, about the sisters of her elders and about all her servants, the dear girl; when this happened, she herself had a chance to come up with something that happened to her at the very hour; so the stench did not sleep until early morning.
So Kupetska's young daughter began to live and live, the beauty is painted. I am ready for a skin day and ready to dress up new, bagati, and make me feel better, but not in Kazakh tales, not write with a pen; every day there is a lot of fun and new, vidminna: katannya, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness on dark woods, and when they stand in front of her, they give the road wide, wide and smooth. І became a handicraftsman zaimatisya, handicraftsmen for children, vishivati shirinki with silver and gold and nizati fringes and part with pearls; she began to favor the father's gift to the dear one, and to the first naybagatsh shirinka she gave her gentle gentleman, and to that fossil animal, the miracle of the sea; and it became on a skin day that they often go to the hall to Bilomarmurov, say and caress your merciful gentlemen and read on the verses of your opinion and instill with words of fire.
Khiba is not enough, but that hour has passed: soon the Kazka is moving, it is not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter Kupetska began to zvikati to her life-butt, the beauty is written; no one won’t be able to get away with anything; to serve invisible servants, to serve, to accept, to ride in chariots without horses, to play music and to show everything. I loved her merciful pan on a skin day, і bachila won, it’s not for nothing that it’s not in vain to love it to yourself; I wanted the first voice of the listener, I wanted to talk with him, do not go to Bilomarmurov's ward, do not read the words of those who are in charge.
I began to pray about those prayers and ask, that beast of fools, the miracle of the sea, it’s not soon enough to wait for the weather, to be afraid of it in my own voice; she asked, she blessed her gentle ruler, and not at all, but wrote in the last time on the wall of bilomarmurous words with fire:
"Come this year's green garden, sit at your alcove, beloved, braided leaves, gilkami, quits, and say this:" Speak with me, my virgin slave. "
І little hours later, a young daughter, Kupetska, wandered around, the red was painted, near the green garden, she entered her sweetheart at the alcove, braided leaves, hairs, quits, and sat on the lava parcheva; and it seems that I’m creeping, beating at her heart, like at the bird’s spiymanoi, say the following words:
Do not be afraid, my dear, laggy, pour me in my voice: send all yours, but I am not afraid and the roar of the beast; speak with me without fear.
I posed out, quickly hitting the alcove, and a terrible, wild and thick voice, hoarse and siply, and then speaking the verse. The young daughter Kupetska woke up, the red was written, felt the voice of the fox, the miracle of the sea, only because of her fear she caught herself at the sight, though she was angry, she did not show, and soon the words of his tenderness and graciousness became it became radish in their hearts.
From that hour, from that Time, they went to grow, read it, for a whole day - at the green garden at the festivities, in the dark woods on the road and at all the high chambers. Tilki is powered by a young daughter Kupetska, the red is written:
Here you, my good, love pan?
Vіdpovіda lisovy zvіr, the miracle of the sea:
Here, my lady is beautiful, your virgin slave, your innocent friend.
Few hours passed: soon the Cossack was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid, - the young daughter of Kupetsky wanted, the beautiful writing, to pat the eyes of the fox beast, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask for blessings. Dovgo guilt on those not to wait, to be afraid, to be afraid, the same buv is so fearful, as in Kazakh tales, do not write with a pen; not only people, wild beasts that are fearful and grow in their barlogs. І kazhіr lіsovy, miracle morske, these words:
Do not ask, do not beg me, my pani is pretty, my beloved beauty, but I have shown you to reveal my disgusting, my tolly indulgent. Until my voice sounded; we live with you in friendship, grace, one by one, honor, but not apart, I love you, for my love, until you are unimportant, but after you beat me, terrible and inappropriate, you hate me, not happy, you will get married in less than your eyes , and in rozlutsі with you I will die from nudgi.
Chi did not hear such promises, the young Merchant's daughter, the beauty is written, and she became a good man, swear that no one on the lights would be angry, and not to fall in love with her merciful master, and even these words:
As old man - be my uncle, as Seredovich - be my uncle, as young as - be my brother, and as long as I live - be my heart's friend.
Dovgo, dovgo lisovy zvir, miracle of sea, not fiddling with such words, she didn’t miss it and the tears of her red opposite buty, and even the same word:
I cannot be opposite to you for this reason, that I love you to yourself; I vikonayu your bazhannya, if I know, I will ruin my happiness and I will die before my death. Come to the green garden in the day of the day, if you sit at the forest with a little chervone, and say: "Show me, my dear friend!" - and I will show you, exposing my disgust, my soberly indulgent. And if I don’t want more power, I don’t want your bondage and torture: you know you in your bedchamber, with your pillow, my gold-ring. Take one on the right mizinets - і lean on the father of a native and nothing about me nikoli didn’t smell.
Chi was not afraid, they were not angry, the young daughter Kupetska was encouraged by herself, the beauty was painted. At that time, not a little bitch, there was a garden of a few years old by the greenery, and if the days came, dropping behind the little chervone's fox, she prompted: "Show me, my virgin friend!" - and well, you saw the beast of foxes, the miracle of the sea: there was only one way across the road, and near the bushes; That terrible boom beast of fools, a miracle of sea: hands are crooked, there are nigty beasts on the hands, feet are kinsky, in front and back of the hump of a large camel, all the volohaty from top to bottom, from the company they were washing the boar ikla, I was oozed with a bitch, owls.
After lying down for a little while, for a little hour, the young daughter Kupetska relaxed, she was written, and chuє: she was crying, she was crying, she was drenched in hot tears, and we might even be sorry in a voice:
I ruined you, my beauty of the Kohan, do not bach me more than your beautiful guise, you do not want to see me a little bit, and it came to me to die a dashing death.
І it became їy Skoda і disgustingly, і burst out with its great fear and with its own heart a fearful little girl, and spoke out in a voice we repeat:
Do not be afraid of anything, my good pan and gentle, I am not angry anymore than your terrible sight, I will not separate from you, I will not forget your mercies; Create me now, in your own sight of the past: I was only angry for the first time.
Well done, the foolish beast, the miracle of the sea, in its own terrible view, in its own way, indulgent, just go so close to it without bothering, even though it didn’t click on it; the stinks walked until the night of darkness and ravaged kolishny, affectionate and intelligent, and the young daughter Kupetska was not hungry for fear, the beauty is written. The next day, she kicked the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, with the light of the little chervony i, I want a handful, thrashed him, angry, but did not show it, and soon the fear is calling out proyshov.
Then they went mad about them: it's a whole day, read it, don't be separated, overwhelmingly and in the evening with candied strains, cold drinks of honey, walked through the green gardens, rode without horses on the dark forests.
I passed a whole hour long: soon the Kazka was moving, it was not soon enough to be afraid. And one time I already dreamed of seeing a young merchant's daughter, beautiful writing, how father and ill health lie; і attacked her tightly, unabashed, і thrashing її in tіy tuzі and slozovy zvіr lisovy, miracle morske, і getting too fried and becoming a pity, why have aces, in slozas? She got her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to beat her father and sisters of her beloved ones.
І will shout to her the light of the lisovy, the miracle of the sea:
I wonder if I can? You have to lay the gold-ring, put it on the right little man, and you will end up in the little house of the priest. Stay with the new one, leave it alone, but only I will tell you: if you do not return in three days or three nights, then I won’t be less happy, and I’ll die in one minute for this reason, well, I love you more I can’t live without you.
She began to curse the words with the commandments and vows, but just one year before three days and three nights she would turn around at the house of her temple.
She said goodbye to her ruler, we caress and merciful, she put on a gold ring on the right little father, and rested on the wide podvir'i of a fair merchant, her dear father. Yde won on the high gank of yogo chambers of the Kam'yanikh; the servants and servants of the household came to her, made a noise and a cry; the sisters arrived in love and, having pummeled, marveled at the beauty of the divine and the king's order, royal; They let the hands of Bilya go to the father, and the father was unhealthy, unhealthy and crushed, the day and nothing, remembering, with hot tears. I didn’t guess in the way of joy, having spoiled my daughter with a sweetheart, garn, I’ll come in, mensha, loved, and wondered in the beauty of the divine, ї the tsar’s order, the king’s.
Dovgo stench was blooming, miluvati, with caressing words. She told her father and her elder sisters, loving ones, about her life-butt at the fox, the miracle of the sea, everything is from word to word, but not crooked. І health merchant її life rich, tsar, royal, і wondered, as there sounded wondering at his terrible ruler and not be afraid of the fox, the miracle of the sea; Vin himself, about new recollections, friends tremtyv. Sisters and elders, hearing about the wealth of the little sister and the king's power over his master, dumb over his slave, and it became healthy.
The day passed, like one year, one day passed, like a little bitch, and on the third day they began to knock over my sister, the elder sister, she didn’t turn over to a fox, a miracle of the sea. "Nekhai-de zdohne, thudi, dear to yom ..."
As soon as I can pay him a good and kind one for all his mercy and love, I will pay him with a fierce death, then I will not care if I am on a white life, and I will not be able to send wild calls to a rose.
The first father, honest merchant, having praised the good for such speeches, and the bulo has been laid, in a year she turned to a fox, a miracle of the sea, my daughter is good, good, mensha, loved. And then the sisters were annoyed, and they conceived a stench on the right, cunning, on the right, cunning and unkind: they took the stench like this to all the old people in the booth for a whole year, and without seeing that honest merchant and all of his servants are vicious, the servants of the household.
I, since it’s a happy year, the young Merchant’s daughter became, beautifully written, my heart ached and ached, it’s just as if it’s okay, I won’t be surprised once at once on a year’s father’s birthday, early in the life of the far way. And the sisters are talking about her, they are feeding about her, they are late. However, the heart is not wierp; the daughter of the mensha said goodbye, she was in love, the pretty girl was written by a golden merchant, a father, she took all the blessings of her father, said goodbye to her older sisters, loving, faithful servant, a noblewoman, having been a noblewoman for a year, she didn’t - the finger ring on the right little piece was found in the palace of the bilokam, near the chambers of the lofty beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea; і, dіvuyuchіs, shcho vіn її did not sound, she shouted in a loud voice:
Yes, my good pan, my virgin friend? Well, don't you see me? I turned around earlier than the term, which had been designated for an hour and a half.
I didn’t see it, I didn’t say anything, the silence was dead; in the green gardens, the birds did not sleep the pictures of heaven, did not beat the fountains of water and did not make the keys of the dzherelny, did not drink music in the highest chambers. The Merchant's daughter's heart snapped, the writing was beautiful, she saw that he was bad; She swept the wards of the tall and green gardens, clicks in a hollow voice of her kind lord - not even nowhere, nor in any way, nor in the sound of hearing. She wandered off to the pagorb ants, de ris, flaunting a little scarlet letter of love, and to bang out, like a fox beast, a miracle sea, to lie on a pagorbi, having snatched a scarlet letter with your paws. I was well, I was asleep, I was waiting, and I was sleeping in a modern dream. Little Merchant's daughter started to wake him up on the sly; I didn’t want to wake up the mors, grabbed him by the paw of a volohat - and to bang, the beast of the fox, the miracle of the sea, that one died, lay dead ...
Skalamutiti її eyes are clear, they gave way to the legs, fell on the knee, hugged the head of his good pan with her hands, I am indulgent and disgusting, and shouted in an unclear voice:
Ti get up, prokinet, my heart friend, I love you, yak of the baptized bazhany! ..
And just like that, the words of Vimovil won, as the blinks from his sides glittered, the earth shook at the great thunder, thundered the Kamyan's thunderbolt into the ant pagorb, and the young daughter Kupetska fell without memory, the red scribble.
Chi bagato, hiba lay for a little hour without memory - I do not see; only, when they came to the house, to sit in front of the ward with a lofty bilomarmur, to sit on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince, the blush of scriptures, on his head with a royal crown, in a dress of gold; in front of him stood the father and the sisters, and around on the knees stood a great retinue, all dressed in brocade of gold, middle-aged. I will utter before her the young prince, the blush of the scriptures, on his head with the king's crown:
I fell in love with you, my beloved beauty, in the form of an indulgent monster, for my good soul and love for you; love me now in the image of a human, be my name bazha. The evil enchantress of my deceased father, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, not yet small, and with her satanic chaklunism, with her unclean power, turned me into a miraculous terrible thing, and swore a curse to the sweat of my life. every human being, for every creature of God, as long as there is a red girl, for which the family and the title did not get out, and love me in the form of an insurance woman, and I will try to be my lawful squad, - and that chaklunism is all gone early young people and useful. I live in such fears and scarecrows for thirty rockets, and I got in my palace enchanted by eleven little hearts, and there were twelve. Zhodna did not love me for my affection, wait, for my good soul.
Te one fell in love with me, miraculously guided and indulgent, for my affection and wait, for my good soul, for my love until you are unimportant, and for that will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in the kingdom of might.
Todi all that wondered, the retinue grabbed to the ground. Honest merchant giving his blessed daughter to the younger, beloved, and young prince-prince. I will deliver the naschard znaschennya Sestry Starshi, Czdrіsnі, all the servants of Vіrnі, Boyari Great and Kavaleri Ratnі, і nіtrohi not Zolіkayuchi took the cheerful pitch so for Velіlla, I became zhosta, well, well. I myself was a bully, I drank beer-honey, it was flowing through the vus, that did not get into my mouth.