In ancient times there lived a man who had three daughters. One day he told them that he was going on a trip.
What will you bring me? asked the eldest daughter.
What you want.
Bring me a fancy dress.
And what do you want? the father asked the second daughter.
I want a dress too.
And you, my child? he asked the youngest, whom he loved more than the other two.
I don't need anything, she said.
How is it nothing?
Yes, father, nothing.
I promised to bring gifts for your sisters and I don't want you to be left alone with nothing.
Okay, I would like to have a talking rose.
Talking rose? - exclaimed the father - Where am I
find her?
Father, I only want this rose, don't come back without it.
The father went on his way. He easily got beautiful dresses for his older daughters, but wherever he inquired about the talking rose, he was told that he was obviously joking and that there was no such rose in the whole world.
Yes, if there were no such rose, - said the father, - my daughter would not ask her.
One day he saw a beautiful castle in front of him, from which came an indistinct noise. He listened and distinguished the voices. They sang and talked in the castle. Having walked several times around the castle in search of an entrance, he finally found a gate and entered the courtyard, in the middle of which a rose bush bloomed, all dotted with flowers: it was their voices that he heard, they spoke and sang. Finally, he thought, I have found a talking rose. And he immediately plucked one of them.
At the same moment, a white wolf pounced on him and shouted:
Who let you enter my castle and pick my roses? As punishment, you will die - everyone who enters here must die!
Let me go, - said the poor fellow, - I will return the talking rose to you.
No, no, - answered the white wolf. - You will die!
I'm unhappy, unhappy! My daughter asked me to bring a talking rose, and now that I've finally found her, I must die!
Listen, - said the white wolf, - I will have mercy on you and even let you keep the rose at home, but on one condition: you will bring me the first person who meets you at home.
The poor fellow promised to do what the wolf demanded of him, and set off on his return journey. And who did he see as soon as he returned home? His youngest daughter.
Ah, my daughter, he said, what a sad journey!
Didn't you find the talking rose? - asked the girl.
I found her, but to my misfortune. I plucked it in the courtyard of the white wolf's castle. I must die.
No, said the daughter, I don't want you to die. I'd rather die instead of you.
She repeated this so many times that finally he said to her: x
So be it, my daughter, I will reveal to you what I intended to hide from you. Know that I promised the white wolf to bring him the first one who meets me when I return home. Only on this condition did he agree to spare my life.
My father, - said the daughter, - I am ready to go.
And so her father went with her to the castle of the white wolf. They walked for several days and finally reached a puddle in the evening. The white wolf appeared at once. The girl's father told him:
That's who I met when I got home. This is my daughter, who asked me to bring her a talking rose.
I will not harm you, - said the white wolf, - but you must promise that you will not say a word to anyone about what you will see and hear here. This castle belongs to the fairies. All of us, its inhabitants, are bewitched; I am doomed to turn into a white wolf during the day. If you can keep the secret, it will do you good.
The girl and her father entered the room, where there was a luxuriously set table; they sat down and began to eat and drink, and soon, when it was already completely dark, a handsome nobleman entered the room. This was the one who first appeared to them as a white wolf.
You see, - he said, - that on this table is written: "Here they keep silence."
Father and daughter again promised to keep the secret.
Soon after the girl retired to the room allotted to her, a handsome nobleman entered there. She was very frightened and began to scream loudly. He reassured her and said that if she followed his advice, he would marry her, she would become queen and the castle would belong to her. In the morning he again took the form of a white wolf, and, hearing his plaintive howl, the poor girl wept.
After staying in the castle for one more night, the girl's father went home. She herself remained in the castle and soon settled down there; everything she wanted was at her service, every day music delighted her ears - nothing was spared to entertain her.
Meanwhile, the girl's mother and sisters were very worried. They only had a conversation:
Where is our poor daughter? Where is our sister?
Returning home, the father at first did not say a word about what had happened, but then he relented and revealed to them where he had left his daughter. One of the sisters went to the girl and began to question her about what had happened to her. The girl held on for a long time, but her sister asked her so stubbornly that she finally revealed the secret to her.
Immediately, a terrible howl was heard at the door. The girl jumped up in fear. But as soon as she reached the threshold, the white wolf fell dead at her feet. Then she realized her mistake, but it was too late, and she spent the rest of her life in sorrow.
In ancient times, there lived a man who had three daughters. One day he told them that he was going on a trip.
- What will you bring me? asked the eldest daughter.
- What you want. Bring me a fancy dress. And what do you want? the father asked the second daughter. I also want a dress.
“And you, my child? he asked the youngest, whom he loved more than the other two.
“I don’t need anything,” she replied, “how is it nothing?
“Yes, father, nothing.
“I promised to bring gifts for your sisters and I don’t want you to be left alone with nothing.
– Okay, I would like to have a talking rose.
- A talking rose? exclaimed the father. – Where can I find her?
“Father, I only want this rose; don't come back without it.
The father went on his way. He easily got beautiful dresses for his older daughters, but wherever he inquired about the talking rose, he was told that he was obviously joking and that there was no such rose in the whole world.
- Yes, if there were no such rose, - said the father, - my daughter would not ask me for it.
One day he saw a beautiful castle in front of him, from which came an indistinct noise. He listened and distinguished the voices. They sang and talked in the castle. Having walked around the castle several times in search of an entrance, he finally found a gate and entered the courtyard, in the middle of which a rose bush bloomed, all dotted with roses: it was their voices that he heard, it was they who spoke and sang. Finally, he thought, I have found a talking rose. And he immediately plucked one of them.
At the same moment, a white wolf pounced on him and shouted:
“Who allowed you to enter my castle and pick my roses?” As punishment, you will die - everyone who enters here must die!
“Let me go,” said the poor fellow, “I will return the talking rose to you.”
“No, no,” answered the white wolf. - You will die!
- I'm unhappy, unhappy! My daughter asked me to bring a talking rose, and now that I've finally found her, I must die!
“Listen,” said the white wolf, “I will have mercy on you and even let you keep the rose at home, but on one condition: you will bring me the first person who meets you at home.
The poor fellow promised to do what the wolf demanded of him, and set off on his return journey. And who did he see as soon as he returned home? His youngest daughter.
“Oh, my daughter,” he said, “what a sad journey!
Haven't you found the talking rose? the girl asked.
“I found her, but to my own misfortune. I plucked it in the courtyard of the white wolf's castle. I must die.
“No,” said the daughter, “I don’t want you to die. I'd rather die instead of you.
She repeated this so many times that at last he said to her:
- So be it, my daughter, I will reveal to you what I intended to hide from you. Know that I promised the white wolf to bring him the first one who meets me when I return home. Only under this condition did he agree to spare my life.
“My father,” said the daughter, “I am ready to go.
And so her father went with her to the castle of the white wolf. They walked for several days and finally reached there in the evening. The white wolf appeared at once. The girl's father told him:
- That's who I met when I returned home. This is my daughter, who asked me to bring her a talking rose.
“I will not harm you,” said the white wolf, “but you must promise that you will not say a word to anyone about what you will see and hear here. This castle belongs to the fairies. All of us, its inhabitants, are bewitched; I am doomed to turn into a white wolf during the day. If you can keep the secret, it will do you good.
The girl and her father entered the room, where there was a luxuriously set table; they sat down and began to eat and drink. Soon, when it was already completely dark, a handsome nobleman entered the room. This was the one who first appeared to them as a white wolf.
“You see,” he said, “that on this table is written: “Here they keep silence.”
Father and daughter again promised to keep the secret. Soon after the girl retired to the room allotted to her, a handsome nobleman entered there.
She was very frightened and began to scream loudly. He reassured her and said that if she followed his advice, he would marry her, she would become queen, and the castle would belong to her. In the morning he again took the form of a white wolf, and, hearing his plaintive howl, the poor girl wept.
After staying in the castle for one more night, the girl's father went home. She herself remained in the castle and soon settled down there; everything she wanted was at her service, every day music delighted her ears - nothing was spared to entertain her.
Meanwhile, the girl's mother and sisters were very worried. They only had a conversation: - Where is our poor daughter? Where is our sister?
Returning home, the father at first did not want to say a word about what had happened, but then he relented and revealed to them where he had left his daughter. One of the sisters went to the girl and began to question her about that. what happened to her. The girl held on for a long time, but her sister asked her so stubbornly that she finally revealed the secret to her.
Immediately, a terrible howl was heard at the door. The girl jumped up in fear. But as soon as she reached the threshold, the white wolf fell dead at her feet. Then she realized her mistake, but it was too late, and she spent the rest of her life in sorrow.
In ancient times there lived a man who had three daughters. One day he told them that he was going on a trip.
What will you bring me? asked the eldest daughter.
What you want.
Bring me a fancy dress.
And what do you want? the father asked the second daughter.
I want a dress too.
And you, my child? he asked the youngest, whom he loved more than the other two.
I don't need anything, she said.
How is it nothing?
Yes, father, nothing.
I promised to bring gifts for your sisters and I don't want you to be left alone with nothing.
Okay, I would like to have a talking rose.
Talking rose? - exclaimed the father - Where am I
find her?
Father, I only want this rose, don't come back without it.
The father went on his way. He easily got beautiful dresses for his older daughters, but wherever he inquired about the talking rose, he was told that he was obviously joking and that there was no such rose in the whole world.
Yes, if there were no such rose, - said the father, - my daughter would not ask her.
One day he saw a beautiful castle in front of him, from which came an indistinct noise. He listened and distinguished the voices. They sang and talked in the castle. Having walked several times around the castle in search of an entrance, he finally found a gate and entered the courtyard, in the middle of which a rose bush bloomed, all dotted with flowers: it was their voices that he heard, they spoke and sang. Finally, he thought, I have found a talking rose. And he immediately plucked one of them.
At the same moment, a white wolf pounced on him and shouted:
Who let you enter my castle and pick my roses? As punishment, you will die - everyone who enters here must die!
Let me go, - said the poor fellow, - I will return the talking rose to you.
No, no, - answered the white wolf. - You will die!
I'm unhappy, unhappy! My daughter asked me to bring a talking rose, and now that I've finally found her, I must die!
Listen, - said the white wolf, - I will have mercy on you and even let you keep the rose at home, but on one condition: you will bring me the first person who meets you at home.
The poor fellow promised to do what the wolf demanded of him, and set off on his return journey. And who did he see as soon as he returned home? His youngest daughter.
Ah, my daughter, he said, what a sad journey!
Didn't you find the talking rose? - asked the girl.
I found her, but to my misfortune. I plucked it in the courtyard of the white wolf's castle. I must die.
No, said the daughter, I don't want you to die. I'd rather die instead of you.
She repeated this so many times that finally he said to her: x
So be it, my daughter, I will reveal to you what I intended to hide from you. Know that I promised the white wolf to bring him the first one who meets me when I return home. Only on this condition did he agree to spare my life.
My father, - said the daughter, - I am ready to go.
And so her father went with her to the castle of the white wolf. They walked for several days and finally reached a puddle in the evening. The white wolf appeared at once. The girl's father told him:
That's who I met when I got home. This is my daughter, who asked me to bring her a talking rose.
I will not harm you, - said the white wolf, - but you must promise that you will not say a word to anyone about what you will see and hear here. This castle belongs to the fairies. All of us, its inhabitants, are bewitched; I am doomed to turn into a white wolf during the day. If you can keep the secret, it will do you good.
The girl and her father entered the room, where there was a luxuriously set table; they sat down and began to eat and drink, and soon, when it was already completely dark, a handsome nobleman entered the room. This was the one who first appeared to them as a white wolf.
You see, - he said, - that on this table is written: "Here they keep silence."
Father and daughter again promised to keep the secret.
Soon after the girl retired to the room allotted to her, a handsome nobleman entered there. She was very frightened and began to scream loudly. He reassured her and said that if she followed his advice, he would marry her, she would become queen and the castle would belong to her. In the morning he again took the form of a white wolf, and, hearing his plaintive howl, the poor girl wept.
After staying in the castle for one more night, the girl's father went home. She herself remained in the castle and soon settled down there; everything she wanted was at her service, every day music delighted her ears - nothing was spared to entertain her.
Meanwhile, the girl's mother and sisters were very worried. They only had a conversation:
Where is our poor daughter? Where is our sister?
Returning home, the father at first did not say a word about what had happened, but then he relented and revealed to them where he had left his daughter. One of the sisters went to the girl and began to question her about what had happened to her. The girl held on for a long time, but her sister asked her so stubbornly that she finally revealed the secret to her.
Immediately, a terrible howl was heard at the door. The girl jumped up in fear. But as soon as she reached the threshold, the white wolf fell dead at her feet. Then she realized her mistake, but it was too late, and she spent the rest of her life in sorrow.
In ancient times, there lived a padishah. He had four sons. The wife of this padishah was a beauty. Once, the padishah and his wife harnessed good horses to good carts and rode out into the wide steppe, set up a tent.
At night, the wind suddenly rose and threw back the tent. The Lord of the Divas flew from the sky, snatched his wife from the hands of the padishah and soared up with the booty. The padishah woke up and sees: there is no wife. He quickly woke up the coachman and went to look for his wife. They searched all night, but what's the point, at dawn they returned to the city. The padishah sent horsemen to all ends, and where the horses could not ride, he sent letters to look for her.
A year has passed since my wife disappeared. The eldest son returned home from school, to his father, and said:
- Father, I have reached the limit of knowledge. Let me go look for my mother.
The father answers:
- I agree. What do you need for the road?
The son took a hundred soldiers, took money and supplies to last for a year, and went in search. They drove for a month, they drove for a year, and when a spinning top grew on the ground, and a beautiful meadowsweet grew on the idle land, and millet on the stone, wheat on the ice, and they squeezed all this with a crash with a sickle, then the travelers drove into a dense forest. We drove up to the spring, to the clearing.
The eldest son thought: "Let's make a halt here, rest for a day, feed the horses." The travelers dismounted from their horses, set up huts and went down to the water. They brought water, prepared dinner, sat in a circle, when suddenly he approached the tent. He said hello and said in a human voice:
- Hey, fools, who allowed you to enter my forest and trample the grass? No permission, leave immediately.
The padishah's son said:
- Go back where you came from. You see, a hundred of my soldiers, now I will order you to be shot.
The White Wolf was angry when he heard these words, he stands his ground, drives the newcomers. They don't obey. Then the White Wolf looked at them point-blank, read a spell, blew, and they all froze like idols.
Now about padishah. He waited for news from his son for five months, waited for six months, and no news.
A year later, two middle sons returned from school. We greeted my father and asked permission to go look for my mother.
We'll go looking too. The padishah replied:
- Already a year, as there is no news from your older brother. If I am separated from you, what am I, alone, to do?
The sons continued to insist every day. Finally, the father relented, gave permission to go, set a deadline - a year.
- Look, to be here in a year.
The sons also took a hundred horse soldiers, took money and provisions for a year, said goodbye to their father, friends and set off on the road, two hundred and two people. They rode in the morning, rode in the evening, and when their necks became rough and their faces turned brown, they reached that very forest.
They saw a spring, a clearing, stopped to rest. They got off their horses, set up tents, brought water, and prepared dinner.
BUT right here:
- Who allowed you to enter the forest and trample the forest grass? There are so many of you - soldiers and horses! There is no permission, - and began to drive them.
cartoon white wolf
The brothers think: behind them is a force - two hundred cavalry warriors. The wolf was attacked:
- Go back where you came from.
I tried to persuade the White Wolf in a good way, it did not work out. Didn't listen. Then the White Wolf cast a spell, then blew. The travelers froze like idols.
Now back to the padishah. A year has passed since the middle brothers left. The youngest son from the madrasah, returned from studies. I greeted my father and asked about my brothers. The father replied:
- It's been two years since your older brother left, and it's been a year since the middle brothers left. No hearing, no spirit.
Hearing about that, the younger brother decided:
- Know something happened, since they didn't come back. Dyke and me permission. I'll go look.
Padishah said:
- If I part with you, then who will I look at? Whoever is lost is lost, however, you do not have my permission.
The younger brother began to beg his father, every day he begged, and the padishah reluctantly agreed. The son reassured him:
- Father, I will not ask for an army and provisions. Give me money for a year.
His father gave him a lot of money.
The youngest son saddled the good horse and set off. Many months, many days, hours, minutes passed, and finally the horseman reached the very forest where his brothers were. I wanted to go through the forest, I saw a beautiful clearing by the road, I thought: “For many days now, I have not let the horse rest. I'll make a halt and feed the horse." With these words, he got off his horse, tied the horse to a high branch. He took off his gun from his shoulder, loaded it and went into the forest: maybe I’ll shoot a bird for dinner. Has not gone ten steps towards him :
- Hey, horseman, why are you walking around here, wandering, where are you going, from what regions? It is forbidden to trample grass-ant here without my consent, and you, as I see, are going to hunt forest birds.
Jigit replied:
“I was thinking of shooting that bird over there and making my own supper.” I'm very tired, I'm falling off my feet. A long way has been passed. If you do not order me, I will not shoot birds or feed a horse without your consent. You see, he tied the horse with his head up so that he would not get the grass. Now I'm leaving the forest. And the wolf answered:
- I see, zhigit, you yourself are handsome, your words are honey, everything is as it should be. In this case, I allow you to walk through the forest, feed the horse, shoot the birds. Do as you decide. Just don't touch this bird. Behind that tall poplar there is another big bird sitting on a branch. Go shoot her, aim for the chest. Drops with one shot. Then bring it, roast it. I will also come to dine with you, - and the wolf went on his way.
The dzhigit heeded the advice, went up to the poplar, took aim at the bird's chest and fired. The bird fell down, and the horseman, returning to his horse, gutted it. Then he set up a tent, prepared supper, let the horse graze, and waited white wolf. Suddenly, an unfamiliar young man approached the tent and greeted. The padishah's son greeted the guest cordially and invited them to have dinner together. The guest agreed and entered the tent. Sat down to eat. They were hungry and almost ate everything clean. The padishah's son suddenly remembered the White Wolf; “There is little food left. If a wolf comes, what will I serve?” The guest noticed the horseman's anxiety:
- Oh, my friend, well, sat well. Why suddenly sad? What worries?
The padishah's son told how he shot a bird, how he met the White Wolf, how they agreed to have dinner together.
The guest reassured him:
- Well, don't freak out. The white wolf is me. I know seventy crafts, I can take on seventy forms.
The son of the padishah calmed down, they began to talk about this and that. The son of the padishah told why he went on the road, how the brothers got lost. Everyone told how it happened. The white wolf asked:
- Well, do you think they are now alive and unharmed? The son of the padishah in response:
- And how, clearly, alive and unharmed. Because they did not embark on a bad path, they did not set off with a black thought. Three brothers, three of them have a hundred soldiers, money, supplies.
If you saw your brothers now, would you recognize them? Let's go, I'll show you one place, - and he led the young man to the place where the eldest of the brothers froze like a stone idol; the stone managed to grow with moss "
- Look, you know? Can't you guess? Then I'll suggest:
“from this one is your elder brother, and nearby the scattered stones are his brave team. They were self-willed, and I turned them into stones.
The horseman found out who was turned into these stones, and began to cry. He begs the White Wolf to return them to their former appearance.
- Okay, - answered - I will respect your request, I will return them to a human form. Yes, only your brother and his soldiers are not suitable for you as companions. Once they revive, send them back to your city.
The white wolf looked the other way, uttered a long spell, blew on the stones. The stones stirred, jumped, turned into people: who holds a gun in his hand, who saddles a horse, who rolls a cigarette, lights up. The eldest son of the padishah woke up and shouted:
- Get ready to live! We slept for a long time. It's time to go.
Then the younger brother approached the older one. He did not recognize him at first, the younger one told about himself.
- I'm your youngest brother. When I was studying, you went to look for my mother, there was no news from you, and my father almost went blind from tears, waiting for you. I am also looking for my mother. Came to this forest, met the White Wolf. You have ruined yourself, you have contradicted the wolf. I made friends with him, found out about you, begged him to return your former appearance. Pity me, he revived you. Come back in good health.
The older brother returned with his warriors to the city.
The younger White Wolf asked to revive the middle brothers. The White Wolf obeyed, only advised against taking them as comrades:
- If you really need it and you want it yourself, leave a brother who is a year older with you. The rest are not fit to be assistants, let them return.
The wolf, like the first time, revived the rest with a spell, and they, having said goodbye, returned to their lands. Dzhigit left with him a brother who is a year older.
- Well, White Wolf, I'm a traveler, I'm on my way to be nicer, don't hold me back. Let me go out of your forest.
Good. Only I myself will escort you to the edge. There are wild animals in the forest, no matter how much harm they cause you.
They removed the tent and set off on their way. On the way, the White Wolf said:
- You, horseman, have a long way to go, I'll teach you where to go, maybe my advice will come in handy. Where we are going is my forest. From here, the journey is three days, three nights, and you will fall into the possession of the padishah of divas. You will travel through the land of divas for another three days, three nights, you will meet on the way a golden poplar tree with sixty girths. At the foot of the poplar there will be a small lake.
When you get to the lake, dig a dugout, leave your brother in the dugout. Dig a hole yourself near the poplar, bury yourself in it, sprinkle yourself with earth so that only two eyes remain. In a few hours, a herd of horses will come to the lake to drink. The horses will get drunk and gallop away, in an hour thunder will strike, the earth will roar, whirlwinds will rise, a clatter will be heard from sixty miles away, a piebald stallion with sixty girths will appear and rub its mane against a golden poplar tree with sixty girths. When he gets tired, he will drink all the water from the lake, come up to the tree again and begin to rub his mane, turning the other side. There will be fish at the bottom of the lake. Let the older brother drag her to his dugout for food. The stallion will rub for a long time until he breaks the golden poplar in sixty girths. You will hear: the tree is cracking, immediately jump out of the pit and sit astride a piebald stallion in sixty girths. If you can’t sit on horseback - strive to grab the mane, if you don’t grab the mane - grab the tail. If you manage to sit on a stallion, maybe you will find mother. And if you climbed, follow where the horse is - even into the water, even into the fire. God forbid let go. Let go - you die. If you manage to overcome the torment, you will find your mother. Jigit in reply:
- I will endure everything, no matter what I have to meet, I am ready for anything.
Well, zhigit, I believe you will find your mother. When you return, do not forget to turn to me. Stop in the forest wherever you like, let your horse rest, eat whatever you like. Just don't forget to be my guest, otherwise there is no my blessing. And when you get into my forest, I will find you myself.
The son of the padishah said goodbye to the White Wolf, left the forest.
As the wolf said, we drove for three days, three nights and reached the possessions of the padishah of the divas, to the golden poplar. Together they quickly dug a hole, buried themselves in it, only their eyes peek out. Whether for a long time or not, they lay, but then a herd of horses appeared. Having drunk water, the horses galloped off to the meadow to pluck the grass. An hour passed, the wind suddenly rose, the dust swirled, covered the whole sky, a piebald stallion in sixty girths galloped to the golden poplar and began to rub its mane against it, then drank the lake water, rubbed its mane again, turning the other side. A golden poplar of sixty lengths could not stand it, I broke in a crack at the base. Not long delaying, the dzhigit jumped out of the pit, grabbed the horse's mane, but did not manage to sit on horseback, it was high. The stallion, sensing a man, rushed headlong, began to shake him: then he climbed into
clouds, then rushed to the ground, mountains, stones. Reached the fiery mountain. The piebald stallion stopped near the fiery mountain and turned to the young man.
- O horseman, now let go of your hands. I will jump over the fiery mountain now. Your whole body will be set on fire.
Jigit in reply:
- Oh, stallion, where I burn, there you will not remain intact. I won't let go of my hands.
A piebald stallion carried his rider through the fire. Three hours he dragged him through the flames and heat, finally carried him over the mountain; The horseman was burned, his body ached. The jigit looked back - there was no fiery mountain. “The horse told a lie, this is just a city,” he thought, and clutched his mane even tighter. The piebald stallion with sixty girths again turned to the horseman:
- O horseman, now let go of your hands. Jigit in reply:
- I have no hands that I would let go, where you are - there I am.
So arguing, they reached the sea. Piebald stallion:
- Now, dzhigit, let go of your hands. You got off happily, but you can't escape the sea. Water will clog your mouth, nostrils, and then you end. I will swim to that shore.
Jigit:
- I won't part with you. Where you are, there I am. If he clogs my mouth and nostrils with water, the same thing will happen to you. To die, so together.
The angry horse carried the dzhigit into the sea.
days, three nights they sailed and sailed to the other shore. The horse dived and began to shake the rider from side to side, but the young man remained alive.
We went on dry land and reached the forest. The forest is dense, so dense that even a bird cannot fly through.
A skewbald stallion in sixty girths turned to the rider:
- You see, what a thicket. I will make my way through the forest. Let go of your hands while you are intact, branches will tear you apart, only your hands will remain, with which you grabbed my mane.
Jigit:
- I won't let go, I'd rather die. Where I am torn apart, there you will not be intact.
An angry piebald stallion carried him through the forest, began to beat him against the trees, but the horseman remained alive.
After three days, three nights, they finally came out of the forest.
How long did it take, or not, but then we reached a high cliff. Piebald stallion:
- Well, now let go of your hands, stay where you are. Jigit:
- I'll die, but I won't let go of my hands.
An angry piebald stallion carried him, hitting the stones. After three days, three nights they left for the plain. Piebald stallion:
You have seen a lot, young man. These waters, fires, mountains, stones - all this is set up so that no one penetrates into the possessions of the divas. Now you got rid of the terrible, sit on top of me, I will take you where you need to go.
And the piebald stallion raced for three days, three nights. Then he stopped at the sandy mountain and said:
“O my friend and companion, I have done my duty. I can't go any further. Get down and pass over this sandy mountain. Behind this mountain is Mount Kaf. On the other side of Mount Kaf there are insidious divas, bloodthirsty lions, azhdahs. If you manage to get to the other side, you will find your mother there.
The rider got off his horse, thanked him and remained standing at the foot of the mountain. The stallion in sixty girths went on his way.
The son of the padishah refreshed himself a little and began to climb the mountain. I didn’t have time to walk a few steps, as the sand crumbled under my feet, dragged down. No matter how hard I tried to climb, the sand all crumbled. The horseman was tired, exhausted, remembered his mother, twisted, cried. Suddenly he saw a dark cloud fall from the sky. Scared. The cloud is getting lower and lower. When it had already dropped quite low, the young man noticed that it was not a cloud, but a bird. The bird circled and sat down beside:
- O horseman, sit on me. I'll take you to one place, she said.
The son of the padishah did not know what to do: “If you sit down, you will destroy, and if you don’t sit down, you will destroy,” and, trusting himself to the will of the Almighty, he sat on the back of a bird. The bird at the same moment rose to the boundless heights. The son of the padishah was shy. The bird asked:
- Oh, dzhigit, scared?
- Yes, it's scary. Bird:
- Oh friend, while I'm with you, do not be afraid. Thanks to your courage, you got rid of many dangers. I think: "It can be seen that he rode a piebald stallion to a sandy mountain and cannot climb the mountain." I felt sorry for you, and I took the form of the bird Semrug and flew here. I am your faithful friend White Wolf. I will take you to the top of Mount Kaf, I can't go any further. You will find your own way and find your mother.
The bird Semrug carried the horseman to the top of Mount Kaf and finally said:
- I can't stay any longer. I'll leave sooner. Go ahead, may Allah light your way.
On the top of the mountain, the horseman saw a lot of human and horse bones, and was surprised. Then he took a horse bone in each hand to lean on, and began to descend the mountain! Went down three months later. He walked, walked, and towards him! a pack of lions attacked him. But one lion made a sign to the rest, and the flock did not touch the young man.
Thus, with difficulty got rid of the misfortune. I met the mountain again, but lower. He climbed to the top of the mountain and saw: in the distance something sparkles. "What would that mean?" - and he went to the sparkling object. Came closer. It turns out that this is a huge copper palace. A horseman looked through the window and was dumbfounded: forty slave girls had spread human meat on the tables and were washing it. “And such a fate awaits me, and they will also put my meat on the table and begin to wash it,” he thought, and wept loudly, but then stopped. Crying is useless. Boldly walked to the door, loudly greeted.
One of the girls, stately and beautiful, cheeks - apples, eyebrows - a crow's wing, opened the door. Answered the greeting, asked:
- O horseman, who are you, a man or a pari? The son of the padishah in response:
- Human. Young woman:
How did you get to these places where no one has gone? If the horse walks, the hooves will be burned, the bird will fly - the wings will be scorched.
The son of the padishah in response:
- I fasted for a long time, there was no poppy dew in my mouth. Take me to the palace, take me to feed.
Young woman:
- Wait then. My mistress - the wife of a diva - is from the human race. I'll ask her. As he says, so I will do.
The girl went to her mistress and asked:
- Oh lady, at the threshold is someone from the human race. Begs to be fed. How do you order?
Mistress:
- If from the human race, invite, feed. Hearing the answer, the girl went to the door, let the young man in, and brought him to the mistress. The jigit bowed. The lady sat down at some distance and ordered the girl to bring food. She brought a lot of dishes with fried game, treated the stranger. When the young man was satisfied, the lady came up to him and asked:
- O horseman, from which regions will you be? Jigit responds:
- I am the son of a padishah. When I was studying, my mother got lost. Having asked the consent of my father, I went out to look for her, and now I reached these places. Now I don't know where to go.
Lady to him:
- You came, zhigit, from distant lands, you have seen a lot of dashing. If you find your mother, do not go around my palace, you will be guests. The owner of this palace, the nine-headed diva, flew away, and will arrive in nine months. If you return soon, come, do not be afraid, to my palace.
The dzhigit promised the mistress to fulfill her request. Mistress:
- I do not believe your words. When you find your mother, you will forget about me with joy. And so as not to forget, I will do this: the girl that opened the door for you, I will betroth you, she will remain here for the time being. Remember her and look here.
Jigit agreed. He remembered his brother:
“My brother must have run out of supplies and is starving. I'll get on the road as soon as possible, - and, taking supplies with him, he said goodbye to his bride and went on.
He walked for three days, three nights and came out to the silver palace. He looked in the window - forty slave girls laid out human meat on the tables and washed it. He was frightened: “Will they really put my meat on the table and wash it?”
But he gathered his courage, went to the door and greeted loudly.
A girl came out, more beautiful than before:
- Who are you, human or pari?
- Human. I was on the road for a long time, I was hungry. Feed the stranger.
The girl replied:
- I have a lady. I'll go ask her. She went to her mistress and said:
- Someone from the human race came, tired from the road, asks for food.
Having received consent, she let the horseman in. The lady asked about everything. The padishah's son told how it all happened and who he was.
Mistress:
“Very well, come to my palace on your way back.
In order not to forget, I will marry you this very girl that opened the door for you, remember her and come.
For three nights the jigit spent the night in the palace. But he remembered about his brother: “You can’t linger for a long time,” and, having said goodbye to the bride, he went on.
He walked for three days, three nights, he sees - a golden palace, and around a marvelous garden. The padishah's son stood for a moment, admired it, then went up to the window and looked through it: forty slave girls had spread human meat on the tables and were washing it. He went to the door and greeted, a girl came out, even more beautiful than before:
- Who are you, human or pari?
Dzhigit could not see enough of the beauty. Coming to his senses, he replied that he was a man. The girl also asked permission from the mistress and let the traveler into the palace, led to the mistress.
Having greeted the mistress, sitting down at the indicated place, tasting the food, drinking the offered drinks, the dzhigit looked at the mistress and asked:
- Oh lady, what city are you from? The lady replied:
- I am the wife of a padishah, from such and such a city, a diva stole me and brought me here. It's been several years since I've been here. I had four sons. Perhaps they have grown up, become like you.
Jigit:
- And if one of them came to you, would you recognize him?
- Of course, I would know, doesn't a person recognize his child?
- Who am I? Mistress:
- I do not know. Jigit:
- I'm your son. I've been looking for you for many months, and here I am. Glory to Allah, I see your bright brow, - and rushed to his mother's neck.
There were questions, tears of joy. The son told that his father was alive, that two brothers returned home, that one brother remained on the seashore. When he finished the story, the lady led her son to one of the doors in the palace, opened it and let her son into the room. The son of the padishah saw in the middle of the room a ball weighing five hundred pounds. The mother told her son to take out the ball. The son touched the ball, but could not budge. Then the mother said:
- Wings have not yet grown strong. Div has left and will be back in twelve months. Two months have already passed. There are ten left. He feasts on human flesh, brings the meat home. Div has an apple orchard, a lake. Whoever tastes the apples from this garden, drinks water from the lake, he will become the first batyr in the world. Eat apples for three months, drink water. I will test you later, you will raise the ball. While you are not yet a batyr. You can't trust you and go on the road.
The horseman obeyed and ate apples and drank lake water for three months. The mother told him to pick up the ball:
- The diva had fun. In his free time he carried this ball, threw it to the top of the mountain, caught it with one hand and threw it again.
The words of the mother offended the horseman, he threw the ball with force to the top of the mountain and wanted to catch it, but failed. The ball knocked him off his feet and rolled to the foot of the mountain.
Mother said:
- Son, your wings have become stronger. A couple more months and you'll be on your way.
The dzhigit continued to eat apples and lived in the garden. A month and a half later, the mother said:
- Come on, son, let's try again. Time is getting shorter.
The jigit threw the ball, caught it with one hand, and threw it again to the top of the mountain. Mother said:
- Now your strength is equal to the strength of the diva. If he returns, you will have the strength to compete with him.
After that, the mother took her son to the barn and showed him the flying machine. They rolled it out of the barn, repaired it, patched it up, dusted it off, and prepared it for flight. They ate and drank, took from the palace forty-one girls and the bride of the son of the padishah and rose into the air. The mother cast a spell, turned the golden palaces and the garden into a golden egg, which she put in her pocket. We flew by car from morning to evening, flew to the silver palace. The jigit said to his mother:
- Mother, let's stop here, turn the steering wheel of the car. Here I have another bride. We'll take her with us.
Mother turned the steering wheel, descended at the silver palace. They were eagerly awaited there. After resting and eating and drinking, they turned the silver palace into a silver egg, took with them forty girls and the bride and flew on.
We flew up to the copper palace. At this time, the diva of the copper palace returned, so no one met the guests. The mother said to her son;
- Son, let's get out of here. You see, no one meets us. So the div is back. If you enter the palace, the div can cause harm. Jigit replied:
“Mother, I can’t help but come in. This is where my third bride stayed. I ate so many apples, I drank so much water. Should I be afraid of a diva, - and entered the copper palace.
He was greeted with weeping and wailing by the wife of the diva and the girls of the slave:
We don't have happiness! The div is back. Sleeping in his dungeon. If he wakes up, he will kill us and you.
The jigit looked at the diva's wife:
- Where does he sleep? And went into the dungeon. I saw a diva there. Div putting
nine heads on nine sides and slept peacefully. The dzhigit took out his diamond sword and wanted to cut off the heads of the diva, but he resisted: “Wait, anyone who is sleeping can kill. I'll wake him up and we'll measure our strength. If I die, then according to my conscience, ”and sat down at the head of the sleeping man. Div didn't wake up. Returning to the palace, the horseman said to the diva's wife:
- Go, wake up your diva. I want to compete with him.
Diva wife:
- You can wake him up with an awl. Take this awl and stick it in his heel. He will feel, wake up. Waking up, he will persuade you with affectionate words, but do not give in. He is very cunning. The more tender and affectionate he is, the tougher you are. It won't deceive. Look, don't be deceived!
The jigit took the awl and stuck the diva in the heel, he did not smell anything. He stuck it in the other heel, the diva woke up, shouted to his wife:
- Hey, wife, we have a human being. Why don't you meet, don't treat?
Jigit to him:
- I'm not hungry. Let's get up, let's go out, measure our strength.
The diva got angry when he heard the impudent words, "jumped up from the couch. They went out to the field and began to fight. They fought furiously, ”so that the flat place turned into bumps. Finally, the horseman contrived, lifted the diva into the air and threw him to the ground, so hard that the diva went knee-deep into the ground. Div jumped up, threw the young man to the ground, he went to the waist into the ground. The jigit got excited.
- No, we don’t throw it like that, but like this, - and the diva threw it to the ground, and he went to the waist into the ground.
Div began to ask:
- Oh, horseman, we fought for a long time, we are not inferior to each other. I'm hungry, I'm going to eat.
Jigit in reply:
- Shameless, aren't you ashamed to eat alone? I am also tired. And invite me.
Div agreed, invited the horseman to the house. There were two tables in the diva's room. One table was for the owner, guests sat down at the other. Div told his wife to bring food and water. And the water was different: one water added strength, the other took away strength. The diva's wife, realizing what was the matter, gave the diva water, which takes away strength, and the jigit - water, which adds strength. Div drank and guessed:
- You decided to kill me! - I wanted to deal with her, but I was afraid of the horseman.
The opponents went out into the steppe again, they began to fight again. The jigit lifted the diva and threw him to the ground, so that the diva plunged into the ground up to his neck. The horseman pulled out his diamond sword, cut down all nine heads of the diva. Then he returned to the palace. The wife of the diva and the girls began to thank:
- Finally got to see a happy day.
“Now get ready to go with us,” said the horseman.
“Wait, our fellow tribesmen are still here, get them out,” the wife of the diva begged and gave the keys.
They opened one door, they see: there are a lot of old people in the room. The elders knew the habit of the diva, they thought: “He will now grab the fattest of us and devour him,” and began to hide behind each other. Seeing the commotion, the dzhigit reassured:
- Hey, elders, don't be afraid of me. I am human, just like you. I release you from the power of the diva. Come out!
Then they opened another door, there were many old women in the room. They also got scared, pointing at each other: “This one is fatter, this one is fatter.”
Jigit them:
- Do not be afraid, come out, I will free you. Diva wife said:
- The diva has a mill, on which he grinded people, then ate them. Take the body of the diva to the mill. Let him learn his own punishment...
...After the meal, the horseman took a gun and went to hunt in the nearby forest. Nobody knew where he had gone. And his mother said:
“We lingered here for a long time,” and hurried the others.
Everyone got into a flying car and flew off. There was no one left in the palace. After two days of flight, they looked around: there was no horseman with them on the airship. They would return, but they are afraid: suddenly one of the relatives of the diva will meet them and destroy them. Therefore, having flown a little more, they descended near the big city, deployed the silver and gold palaces, and began to wait.
In the meantime, the horseman wandered through the forest, shot game, stuffed berries into his pockets and into a skullcap to treat women, returned to the copper palace. And there is no one in the palace. One hundred walk through the rooms and came across a small room. In the middle stood a table, on which lay a vershok-long rod. The dzhigit picked up a rod and swung it. Suddenly, ifrit appeared in front of him.
- What do you order? Ifrit asked.
The dzhigit guessed the magic property of the rod and said:
“My mother and the rest have left this place. I was left alone. How long will it take to get me to them?
Ifrit replied:
I will deliver in three days.
The term seemed long to the dzhigit. He waved the rod again. A second ifrit appeared and asked:
- What do you order?
How long will it take you to get me to my companions? - the horseman asked him.
Ifrit replied:
- Per day.
The jigit waved the rod again. A third ifrit appeared and said:
- In two hours.
Rejoiced, the dzhigit sat on this Ifrit, and the Ifrit drove him to the place.
“It’s not good to go straight into the palace,” said the horseman. “They played a nice joke on me. I'll joke too. You take me to the outskirts of the city.
Ifrit carried out the will of the master and disappeared. The dzhigit entered the city on foot. On the way, I caught up with an old man. He was curious: “Where will the old man go?”
The old man entered a house. Dzhigit behind him. The elder drank some drink from the bottle and went out. Jigit followed him. The old man looked around, took the rest of the money and went back in and drank. Then we went to another house. It turned out that the old man was a shoemaker.
“Grandfather, I see you are a good shoemaker,” the horseman tells him. “From now on, you won’t overstrain yourself. I have business for you. If you fulfill it, I will give you a thousand rubles of money.
"I'll try my best," the elder promised.
- You know, on the outskirts of the city you will see two palaces. There is a girl with whom I am in love. Be married to her.
Fulfilling the order of the horseman, the elder went to the outskirts of the city and headed towards the palace. The girl was at the entrance. At night she had a dream that someone would come to her. Seeing the old man, she went to meet him, brought him to the palace. The elder thought: “This is the same girl the young man was talking about.”
- O my daughter! A jigit is visiting me. Seeing you, he burned with love and sent me to you as a matchmaker. What do you think?
Girl to the old man:
- Okay. Only kalym will be big. Beyond the power of an ordinary mortal. Do it - I agree. Kalym is as follows: a silk dress. So that it is without a single seam and it fits me; so that it could be stretched through the ring and
fit in the palm of your hand. And also galoshes. To without a single carnation and to be on my leg.
And I thought to myself: “If he fulfills the condition, then this is him, my husband.” The old man replied:
- Very well. And, returning, he reported to the horseman.
- Okay, stay here, I'll bring it to you. The dzhigit went out into the steppe further away, so that even a dog
barking was not heard, he waved the magic rod. Ifrit appeared in front of him.
- O lord, what do you order?
- How long will it take to get such and such a dress and such and such galoshes? - asks the horseman.
- In three hours I'll get it and bring it, - the ifrit answers. The term seemed long, and the horseman again waved his cane.
A second ifrit appeared and said:
- I'll get it in an hour.
And it seemed long, and the horseman called the third ifrit.
- In half an hour I will put what is required in front of you, - he answered.
- I'll wait here.
Ifrit went to the golden palace, took measurements from the girl, brought a dress and galoshes. And the horseman liked them very much, brought them home and handed them over to the elder. The elder took it to the palace, gave the dress and galoshes to the girl. Came just in time. The girl thought: “Only a person who has been in the state of divas can do this,” and she ordered the elder to bring her fiancé to her in the evening.
Evening has come. The jigit and the old man came to the palace. They were joyfully greeted by the slaves, the mother of the horseman. They gave the elder the promised money, turned the silver and gold palaces into an egg, and boarded a heavenly ship.
Mother ordered:
- Let my son sit down first.
And, putting the horseman in front, everyone set off. A few days later they flew up to the place where the elder brother of the young man was. He was put on a ship and flew to his city. On the way we went down to the forest where the White Wolf lived, to a beautiful clearing. right here. He turned into a handsome young man, greeted everyone. At the sight of the handsome man, the eyes of the girls blazed with fire. The son of the padishah, recognizing the White Wolf, introduced him to his friends, treated him to fame and then turned to him:
- My friend, , my word to you is this: these three are my wives, and these three are for my older brothers. Choose from the rest.
The wolf chose the one he liked. The girl was delighted:
- I got a wonderful fellow. Saying goodbye to the White Wolf and his young wife, everyone
the rest flew on.
A few days later the city appeared. The mistress of the silver palace, the former wife of the twelve-headed diva, said:
- This is my hometown, I will stay in it, - and, having thanked the horseman, she remained.
We flew to another city. The ex-wife of the nine-headed diva said:
- This is my hometown, - and, having asked consent, having thanked, remained.
Dzhigit thus left in this city all the people he had freed, except for his betrothed and the girls chosen for the brothers.
Soon the hometown appeared. Landed. There were five miles to the city, but it was evening, and they decided to spend the night. The mother of the young man took out the egg, and palaces and gardens arose from it. When the sons and their wives went to bed, the mother came out of the palace, took the ring she had taken from the diva from her finger, and whistled. You can count the dust particles on the ground, but you can’t count the ifrits who crowded in front of her.
What do you say, madam? The woman told them:
- Before dawn, throw the gold across the bridge from the palace to the city. Let two rivers flow on both sides of the bridge, flowing one in that direction, one in this direction, let unprecedented, outlandish ducks and geese swim on the rivers and announce the surroundings with pleasant voices. Let apple trees grow along the banks, and apples, pouring, ripening, let them fall into the water, and the birds pick them up. Three horses should stand on the bridge so that the wheels of the cart are made of gold, and plant a monster as a coachman - ifrit, blacker than cast iron. Do until the morning, as she ordered, - and having said this, she went to bed.
In less than a few hours, the arrived ifrits knocked on the door of her bedchamber. She went out of the palace and saw that everything was done according to her desire. She sent the ifrits away. Soon it dawned.
When it dawned, the padishah got up from the bed, left the palace and saw a bridge stretching to the very threshold.
- Oh, trouble, the water has risen to the threshold! he shouted and ordered the viziers to find out what had happened.
The viziers came out to look at the spectacle and reassured the padishah:
- Oh, brightest, this is not water. Expect news soon. Looks like your wife or children have returned.
The padishah, to celebrate, dressed in festive attire, sat on the throne and waited. His wife sent him a letter through ifrit, in which it was written: “Your Grace, dear sovereign, my request to you: glory to Allah, we are alive and well, we have returned. At ten o'clock wait on this bridge with your relatives, the mullahs-muezzins. Ifrit will take you.
He called the padishah relatives, mullahs muezzins. Soon an ifrit drove up and put everyone in a luxurious carriage harnessed by a trio of horses, and immediately rushed to the palace. The guests were greeted by the sons, daughters-in-law of the padishah, rendered due honors, treated to glory. Then many guests left, the padishah remained with the mullahs-muezzins and his sons. The youngest son of the padishah told his father that he had brought his mother safe and sound, and asked his father to marry her again. The padishah agreed. They arranged games, celebrated a wedding, slaughtered an unborn mare, and the bones of her padishah and his wife, they say, gnaw to this day.
The padishah brought his wife to his house, and they lived happily ever after. Played a wedding and sons. Thirty days there were games, forty days they walked at the wedding. The youngest son of the padishah remained to live in a golden palace with three wives. Former wives of divas wrote letters to him, invited him to visit. He visited. Met with honor, generously presented and spent. And the dzhigit, having returned, lived in his palace for his own pleasure, and to this day, they say, he lives.
Tatar folk tale
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