Step into the blue sea. The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish

Cm. Tales of A. S. Pushkin. Date of creation: October 14, 1833, published: 1835 ("Library for Reading", 1835, vol. X, May, sec. I, pp. 5-11). Source: Pushkin, A. S. Complete works: in 10 volumes - L .: Nauka, 1977. - T. 4. Poems. Fairy tales. - S. 338-343 ..

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Story
about the fisherman and the fish

The old man returned to the old woman,
He told her a great miracle.
“Today I caught a fish,
Goldfish, not simple;
In our opinion, the fish spoke,
The blue asked for a home in the sea,
Paid off at a high price:
I bought whatever I wanted.
I did not dare to take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea.
The old woman scolded the old man:
"You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take a ransom from a fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely broken."

The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
"You fool, you fool!
Begged, fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Come back, fool, you are to the fish;
Bow to her, ask for a hut already.

So he went to the blue sea,
(The blue sea is cloudy.)
He began to call a goldfish,

"What do you want, old man?"

“Have mercy, empress fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Does not give the old man peace:
A grumpy woman asks for a hut.
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: you will already have a hut.
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
In front of him is a hut with a lamp,
With a brick, bleached pipe,
With oak, plank gates.
The old woman sits under the window,
On what light is the husband scolds.
"You fool, you straight-forward fool!
Begged, simpleton, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a noblewoman."

The old man went to the blue sea;
(The blue sea is not calm.)

A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
More than ever, the old woman freaked out,
Does not give the old man peace:
She doesn't want to be a peasant
Wants to be a pillar noblewoman.
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God."

The old man turned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.
On the porch stands his old woman
In an expensive sable shower jacket,
Brocade on the top of the kichka,
Pearls weighed down the neck,
On the hands of gold rings,
On her feet are red boots.
Before her are zealous servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, mistress madam noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is satisfied.
The old woman yelled at him
She sent him to serve at the stable.

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman fumed even more:
Again he sends the old man to the fish.
“Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman,
And I want to be a free queen.
The old man was frightened, he begged:
“What are you, woman, overeating with henbane?
You can't step, you can't speak,
You will make the whole kingdom laugh."
The old woman got more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
"How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, a pillar noblewoman? -
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor,
If you don’t go, they will lead you involuntarily.”

The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea turned black.)
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
Again my old woman rebels:
She no longer wants to be a noblewoman,
Wants to be a free queen.
The goldfish replies:
“Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be queen!

The old man returned to the old woman.
Well? before him are the royal chambers.
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table like a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
They pour her overseas wines;
She eats a printed gingerbread;
Around her stands a formidable guard,
They hold axes on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
He bowed at the feet of the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, now your darling is satisfied.
The old woman did not look at him,
She only ordered him to be driven out of sight.
The boyars and nobles ran up,
They pushed the old man in.
And at the door, the guard ran up,
I almost chopped it off with axes.
And the people laughed at him:
“To serve you, old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignoramus, science:
Don't get in your sleigh!"

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman fumed even more:
He sends courtiers for her husband,
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
“Come back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,

And I would have been on the parcels.

The old man did not dare to argue,

Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled,
So they walk, so they howl and howl.
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
What am I to do with the damn woman?
She doesn't want to be queen
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in the Okiyane-sea,
For you to serve her
And she would have been on the parcels.
The fish didn't say anything.
Just splashed her tail on the water
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: again in front of him is a dugout;
On the threshold sits his old woman,
And in front of her is a broken trough.

Option

In the draft manuscript - after the verse "Don't get into your sleigh!" there is the following episode, not included by Pushkin in the final text:

Another week goes by
His old woman was furious again,
I ordered to find a man -
They bring the old man to the queen,
The old woman says to the old man:
“I don’t want to be a free queen,
I want to be the pope!"
The old man did not dare to argue,
He did not dare to speak across the word.
He went to the blue sea
He sees: the stormy black sea,
So the angry waves go
So they howl with an ominous howl.
He began to call the goldfish.

Good, she will be the pope.

The old man returned to the old woman,
In front of him is a Latin monastery,
Latin monks on the walls
They sing the Latin mass.

In front of him is the Tower of Babel.
On the very top on top
His old woman is sitting.
The old woman is wearing a Sarachin hat,
On the cap is a Latin crown,
On the crown is a thin knitting needle,
There is a bird on the spoke.
The old man bowed to the old woman,
He shouted in a loud voice:
"Hello you, old woman,
I am tea, is your darling happy?
The stupid old woman answers:
"You're lying, you're building an empty city,
My darling is not satisfied at all
I don't want to be the pope
And I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in the Okiyane-sea,
To serve me a goldfish
And I would have been on parcels.

Notes

‎ There is a note in the manuscript: “18th Serbian song”. This litter means that Pushkin was going to include it in the Songs of the Western Slavs. With this cycle, the fairy tale and poetic size are close. ‎ The plot of the tale is taken from the collection of fairy tales by the Brothers Grimm, from the Pomeranian tale "About the Fisherman and His Wife" (). Pushkin, apparently, attributed its origin to the ancient inhabitants of Pomerania - the Slavs "Pomeranians". Freely reworking the tale, Pushkin replaced the Western European flavor with folk Russian. This is probably why he excluded the episode about the old woman who became the "pope" from the final version. This episode is in German fairy tale, but it too contradicts the Russian flavor given to the tale in its Pushkin arrangement. The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish- the imperishable work of A.S. Pushkin. The fairy tale has long been so beloved and popular that for many it will be unexpected that its literary roots are in Serbian folklore, and by no means in Russian. To the magician of the word A.S. Pushkin managed to adapt it in such a way that all the described realities are close and understandable to our kids, so we see the fairy tale online as a wonderful activity for your child. On the pages of this site you can free read the tale of the fisherman and the fish online, and introduce the child to this most interesting work.

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The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was fishing with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he cast a net into the sea,
The net came with one slime.
He threw a seine another time, -
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw a net, -
A seine came with one fish.
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will beg!
He says in a human voice:
"Let me go, old man, into the sea,
Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:
I'll buy whatever you want."
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard the fish speak.
He released the goldfish
And he said to her a kind word:
"God be with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open."
He told her a great miracle.
"Today I caught a fish,
Goldfish, not simple;
In our opinion, the fish spoke
The blue asked for a home in the sea,
Paid off at a high price:
I bought whatever I wanted.
I did not dare to take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea."
The old woman scolded the old man:
"You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take a ransom from a fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
So he went to the blue sea;
He sees that the sea is slightly roaring.
A fish swam up to him and asked:

"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman scolded me.
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely broken."
The goldfish replies:
You will have a new trough."
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
"You fool, you fool!
Begged, fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Come back, fool, you are to the fish;
Bow to her, ask for a hut."
So he went to the blue sea,
(The blue sea is cloudy.)
He began to call a goldfish,
"What do you want, old man?"

The old woman scolds even more,
Does not give the old man peace to me:
A grumpy woman asks for a hut."
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: you will have a hut."
He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
In front of him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, whitewashed pipe,
With oak, plank gates.
The old woman sits under the window,
On what light is the husband scolds:
"You fool, you straight-forward fool!
Begged, simpleton, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar noblewoman."
The old man went to the blue sea;
(The blue sea is not calm.)
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, madam fish!
More than ever, the old woman freaked out;
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She doesn't want to be a peasant
Wants to be a pillar noblewoman."
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God."
The old man turned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.
On the porch stands his old woman
In an expensive sable shower jacket,
Brocade on the top of the kichka,
Pearls weighed down the neck,
On the hands of gold rings,
On her feet are red boots.
Before her are zealous servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
"Hello, lady-madame noblewoman.
Tea; now your darling is satisfied."
The old woman yelled at him
She sent him to serve at the stable.

Again he sends the old man to the fish.
"Go back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman,
And I want to be a free queen."
The old man was frightened, he begged:
"What are you, woman, ate too much henbane?
You can't step, you can't speak,
You will make the whole kingdom laugh."
The old woman got more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
"How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, a pillar noblewoman? —
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor,
If you don’t go, they will lead you involuntarily.”
The old man went to the sea
(The blue sea turned black.)
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
“What do you need; older?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
Again my old woman rebels:
She no longer wants to be a noblewoman,
Wants to be a free queen."
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be queen!
The old man returned to the old woman.
Well! before him are the royal chambers,
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table like a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
They pour her overseas wines;
She eats a printed gingerbread;
Around her stands a formidable guard,
They hold axes on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
He bowed at the feet of the old woman,
Said: "Hello, formidable queen
Well, now your darling is satisfied."
The old woman did not look at him,
She only ordered him to be driven out of sight.
The boyars and nobles ran up,
They pushed the old man in.
And at the door, the guard ran up,
I almost chopped it off with axes.
And the people laughed at him:
"Serve you right, you old bastard!
From now on, you are ignorant, science:
Don't get in your sleigh!"
Here's a week, another one goes by
Even worse, the old woman was furious:
He sends courtiers for her husband,
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
"Come back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in the Okiyane-sea,
What did the goldfish serve me
And I would have been on the parcels."
The old man did not dare to argue,
He did not dare to say across the word.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled,
So they walk, so they howl and howl.
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, lady fish!
What am I to do with the damn woman?
She doesn't want to be queen
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in the Okiyane-sea,
For you to serve her
And she would have been on the parcels."
The fish didn't say anything.
Just splashed her tail on the water
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: again in front of him is a dugout;
On the threshold sits his old woman;
And in front of her is a broken trough.

Once he threw a net into the sea -
The net came with one slime.
He threw a seine another time -
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw a net -
A seine came with one fish,
With not a simple fish - gold.

How the goldfish will beg!
He says in a human voice:
“Let me go, old man, into the sea!
Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:
I'll buy whatever you want."
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard the fish speak.
He released the goldfish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God be with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open."

The old man returned to the old woman,
He told her a great miracle:
“Today I caught a fish,
Goldfish, not simple;
In our opinion, the fish spoke,
The blue asked for a home in the sea,
Paid off at a high price:
Buy off whatever you want
I did not dare to take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea.
The old woman scolded the old man:
"You fool, you fool!
You did not know how to take a ransom from a fish!
If only you took a trough from her,
Ours is completely broken."

So he went to the blue sea;
Sees - the sea is slightly played out.
A fish swam up to him and asked;
"What do you want, old man?"
"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman scolded me
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely broken."
The goldfish replies:
“Do not be sad, go with God.
You will have a new trough."

Here he went to the blue sea
(The blue sea is clouded).
He began to call the goldfish.
"What do you want, old man?"
“Have mercy, empress fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Does not give the old man peace to me:
A grumpy woman asks for a hut.
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: you will already have a hut.

He went to his dugout,
And there is no trace of the dugout;
In front of him is a hut with a light,
With a brick, whitewashed pipe,
With oak, plank gates.
The old woman sits under the window,
On what light is the husband scolds:
"You fool, you straight-forward fool!
Begged, simpleton, a hut!
Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a noblewoman."

The old man went to the blue sea
(Restless blue sea).
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
More than ever, the old woman freaked out,
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She doesn't want to be a peasant
Wants to be a pillar noblewoman.
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God."

The old man returned to the old woman,
What does he see? High tower.
On the porch stands his old woman
In an expensive sable shower jacket,
Brocade on the top of the kichka,
Pearls weighed down the neck,
On the hands of gold rings,
On her feet are red boots.
Before her are zealous servants;
She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.
The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, lady-madame noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is satisfied.
The old woman yelled at him
She sent him to serve at the stable.

Here's a week, another one goes by
The old woman became even more furious;
Again he sends the old man to the fish:
“Come back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman.
And I want to be a free queen.
The old man was frightened, he begged:
“What are you, woman, overeating with henbane?
You can neither step nor speak.
You will make the whole kingdom laugh."
The old woman got more angry,
She hit her husband on the cheek.
"How dare you, man, argue with me,
With me, a pillar noblewoman?
Go to the sea, they tell you with honor;
If you don’t go, they will lead you involuntarily.”

The old man went to the sea
(Blackened blue sea).
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
Again my old woman rebels:
She no longer wants to be a noblewoman,
Wants to be a free queen.
The goldfish replies:
“Do not be sad, go with God!
Good! the old woman will be queen!

The old man returned to the old woman,
Well? before him are the royal chambers,
In the wards he sees his old woman,
She sits at the table like a queen,
Boyars and nobles serve her,
They pour her overseas wines;
She eats a printed gingerbread;
Around her stands a formidable guard,
They hold axes on their shoulders.
As the old man saw, he was frightened!
He bowed at the feet of the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, now your darling is happy?
The old woman did not look at him,
She only ordered him to be driven out of sight.
The boyars and nobles ran up,
They pushed the old man with you.
And at the door, the guard ran up,
I almost chopped it with axes,
And the people laughed at him:
“To serve you, old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignoramus, science:
Don't get in your sleigh!"

Here's a week, another one goes by
Even worse, the old woman was furious:
He sends courtiers for her husband.
They found the old man, brought him to her.
The old woman says to the old man:
“Come back, bow to the fish.
I don't want to be a free queen
I want to be the mistress of the sea,
To live for me in the ocean-sea,
To serve me a goldfish
And I would have been on the parcels.

The old man did not dare to argue,
He did not dare to say across the word.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled,
So they walk, so they howl and howl.
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
What am I to do with the damn woman?
She doesn't want to be queen
Wants to be the mistress of the sea:
To live for her in the ocean-sea,
For you to serve her
And she would have been on the parcels.

The fish didn't say anything.
Just splashed her tail on the water
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman
Look: again in front of him is a dugout;
On the threshold sits his old woman,
And in front of her is a broken trough.

So he went to the blue sea;
He sees that the sea is slightly raging.

A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"

"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman scolded me
Does not give the old man peace:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely broken."
The goldfish replies:

You will have a new trough."
The old man returned to the old woman,
The old woman has a new trough.
The old woman scolds even more:
"You fool, you fool!
Begged, fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?
Come back, fool, you are to the fish;
Bow to her, ask for a hut already.

The old man did not dare to argue,
He did not dare to speak across the word.
Here he goes to the blue sea,
He sees a black storm on the sea:
So angry waves swelled,
So they walk, so they howl and howl.
He began to call the goldfish.
A fish swam up to him and asked:
"What do you want, old man?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
“Have mercy, empress fish!
What am I to do with the damn woman?
She doesn't want to be queen
Wants to be the mistress of the sea;
To live for her in the Okiyane-sea,
For you to serve her
And she would have been on the parcels.
The fish didn't say anything.
Just splashed her tail on the water
And she went into the deep sea.
For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,
I did not wait, I returned to the old woman -
Look: again in front of him is a dugout;
On the threshold sits his old woman,
And in front of her is a broken trough.