Children's fairy tales online. Silver saucer and pouring apple - Russian folk tale

The tale of the girl Maryushka, who asked her father to bring a silver saucer as a gift and bulk apple. The older sisters asked for new dresses and laughed at their sister's request. And in vain, the gifts turned out to be magical ...

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There lived a man and a woman. They had three daughters. The two elders liked to walk around the streets in new clothes and show off in front of the mirror. And the youngest, Maryushka, did not spin in front of the mirrors - she worked from morning to night. Maryushka's entire outfit is a sundress, and a blond braid to toe.
The eldest daughters laugh at the youngest, sort out their colorful outfits, and make Maryushka work for themselves. But Maryushka is silent, working in the field, running the household, and cleaning the house. And so they lived.

Once a man was going to the market to sell hay. He called his daughters and asked:
- What kind of guests to buy, what to please?
“Father, buy me an elegant dress, in silks and with unprecedented patterns,” the eldest asks.
“And bring me a scarlet dress, made of overseas velvet,” the middle one asks.

But Maryushka is silent, does not ask for anything. The man himself asks her:
- And what kind of present do you need, that Maryushka will please your eyes?
- And buy me, father, an apple in bulk, and a silver saucer.

The older sisters make fun of Maryushka:
- Why do you need an apple fool ?! Our garden is full of liquid apples, one more beautiful than the other! Why do you need a saucer fool?! Feed the geese?
— No, my sisters, not for that. I will roll an apple on a saucer and say words, those that my grandmother told me, for the fact that I regaled her with a roll.

The man looked at his older sisters reproachfully:
- Enough to make fun of my sister, everyone chose a gift according to their hearts!

The peasant left for the market, but returned a few days later, brought gifts for his daughters - everything was as ordered.

The older sisters chuckle at the younger one, and admire their outfits. And Maryushka sat down and rolled an apple on a silver saucer, and said:
- Roll the apple, roll, turn around the saucer, show the cities and meadows, forests and seas, mountains and steppes, all your native land. Suddenly, everything around was lit up with a bright light, an apple is rolling on a saucer, and the whole Russian land is visible in it - unwritten beauty. The older sisters saw an unprecedented miracle, envy overcame them. They wanted to exchange Maryushka's toy for their outfits, but she refused. And they don’t know peace, they sit, think, guess how to seize a saucer with an apple by deceit or cunning.

They began to lure the younger sister into the forest, they say, let's go into the forest for berries. Maryushka agreed. They go through the dark forest - no berries to be seen. Maryushka sat down and rolled an apple on a silver platter, and she herself said:
- Roll apple, roll, turn around the saucer, let the berries grow on the lawns and in the forest.

Suddenly, the whole clearing became littered with berries, just bend over and pick it up. The sisters saw such a miracle, envy and completely clouded their minds. They grabbed a birch stick and killed Maryushka. And when they realized it, there was nothing to do. They buried their little sister under a weeping willow. They took an apple with a saucer, picked up baskets full of berries, and went home. The older daughters came to their home, began to lie to their father:
- Maryushka got lost in the forest, we could not find her, apparently the wolves killed her.

The father was saddened, but there was nothing to do, you couldn’t bring back the youngest daughter. And at that time the shepherd was looking for a lost sheep, he sees a weeping willow, and under it the earth dug up by a tubercle lies - meadow flowers are around, and reeds have grown in the middle.
The shepherd cut the reed into a new pipe, did not have time to bring it to his lips, but the pipe itself began to play, and the song sang:
- Shepherd boy, play, play, a sad song, like my sisters killed me, like they buried me for an apple with a saucer, under a willow.

The shepherd came to the village, and the pipe still plays. The people gathered, they were amazed, they couldn’t understand what the pipe was playing about, and Father Maryushkin came, he heard this song, he guessed what the pipe was playing about. He called the elder daughters - they heard the song of the pipe, they were frightened in earnest, they told everything as it was.
Father cried:
- Lead us, shepherd, to where you cut the pipe, and tie up my elder daughters and take them to the forest.
The people of the elder sisters were taken to the forest and tied to an ancient oak tree. And the shepherd and his father found Maryushka's grave. They dug it up, and Maryushka seemed to be alive - even more beautiful than she had become, her cheeks were filled with a blush, as if she was sleeping a sound sleep.
The father remembered that in the royal house there is living water. And he went to the palace to the king to bow, to ask for living water. A man comes to the palace - he sees the king descending from the golden porch. A man bows at his feet, everything is as it is, honest truth tells him.
The king answers him:
- Take living water for your daughter, and then return to me, along with your daughter and an apple with a saucer.
The peasant bowed to the king, thanked for the great generosity. And he went home with living water.
The man came home and poured living water on Maryushka. She immediately woke up and hugged her father. The father and daughter are happy, they rejoice, but it was promised to return to the palace to the king. And they went to the royal court.
The tsar came out onto the gilded porch, looks at Maryushka, admires. A beautiful girl appeared before him, the sun was clear, her blond braid reached to her toes, her eyes were the color of a clear sky.
The king asks Maryushka:
- Where is your apple and silver saucer?
Maryushka took out a saucer and an apple in bulk from the chest. She asked the king:
What do you want to see, sir? Your army, or the beauty of the Russian land?

A bulk apple rolled on a silver platter - the royal troops and their power, but Russian possessions and endless lands show. The king was surprised at an unprecedented miracle, and Maryushka offered him her game as a gift:
- Take the Tsar-father a silver saucer and a bulk apple, you will see your kingdom, but notice foreign enemies.
The tsar says in response, having seen Maryushkin's kind soul:
- You are your father's gift - a wonderful miracle, leave yourself, have fun. And only your answer as a gift will fit me - Do you want to become my wife, and rule the kingdom with me together? Your kind heart will serve our people with truth and embellish my life. Maryushka was silent, she only smiled modestly and blushed all over, she fell in love with the king. And soon they played a wedding, and the people remembered Queen Maryushka for a long time, with her kind heart, because she cared about the people.

(Ill. O. Kondakova, Tomsk KI, 1990)

As the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a knotted stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch, took a saucer with an apple for themselves.

They came home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, they say to their father and mother:
- Masha ran away from us. We went around the whole forest - we did not find it; it is clear that the wolves ate more often.

Their father tells them:
- Roll the apple on a silver platter, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters have died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a silver platter, the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, neither forests, nor fields, nor mountains of height, nor skies of beauty are visible on the silver platter.

At that time, at that time, the shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he sees - a white birch stands, a tubercle is dug under the birch, and azure flowers bloom all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.

The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays, pronounces:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, you amuse the young shepherdess. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.

The shepherd was frightened, ran to the village, told people. The people gathered, gasp. Masha's father also came running here. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself sings and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.
Father cried:
- Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.
The shepherd brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch, the flowers are azure; on the birch, the titmouse birds sing songs. They dug up a hillock, and there Masha lies. Dead, but more beautiful than alive: a blush burns on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.

And the pipe plays and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well. The two envious sisters trembled, turned white, fell on their knees, confessed their guilt.

They locked them up under iron locks until the royal decree, high command. And the old man was going on his way, to the royal city for living water. How soon, long la - he came to that city, he came to the palace.

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Well, there were an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are outfitters, entertainers, and the third is a silent prude. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress, and bright eyes. All the beauty of Masha is a blond braid, it falls to the ground, it touches the flowers. The older sisters are white-handed, slothful, and Mashenka is all with work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And the beds are flying, and the torch is stabbed, the cows are milked, the ducks are fed. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, does not say a word to anyone, she is ready to do everything.
The older sisters push her around, make her work for themselves. And Masha is silent.
This is how they lived. Once a man was going to carry hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:
- Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.
Another daughter asks:
“And buy me some scarlet velvet.”
And Masha is silent. It was a pity for her old man:
- And what do you want to buy, Mashenka?
- And buy me, dear father, a bulk apple and a silver saucer.
The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.
- Oh yes Masha, oh yes fool! Yes, we have a full garden of apples, take any, but why do you need a saucer? Feed the ducklings?
- No, sisters. I will roll an apple on a silver platter and pronounce cherished words. An old woman taught me them because I gave her kalach.
“All right,” the man says, “there’s nothing to laugh at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.
How close, how far, how little, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought one daughter blue silk, another scarlet velvet, and Masha a silver saucer and a bulk apple. The sisters are happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Masha:
- Sit with your apple, fool ...
Mashenka sat down in a corner of the upper room, rolled a bulk apple on a silver saucer, sang and said:
- Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me the cities and fields, show me the forests and the seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all my dear Mother Russia.
Suddenly there was a silver chime. The whole upper room was flooded with light: an apple rolled on a silver saucer, and on a silver saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the heights of the mountains, and the beauty of heaven: the sun is clearly rolling behind the bright moon, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the backwaters. The sisters looked, and they themselves take envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple out of Masha. Masha does not want anything, does not take anything, every evening she plays with a saucer. Her sisters began to lure into the forest:
- Dear sister, let's go to the forest for berries, bring strawberries to mother and father.
The sisters went to the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries to be seen. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, began to sing and say:
- Roll, apple, on a silver saucer, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.
Suddenly there was a silver chime, an apple rolled down the saucer, poured over silver, and on the saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where the azure color blooms, where mushrooms hide, where springs beat, where swans sing in the backwaters. As the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a knotted stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch, took a saucer with an apple for themselves. They came home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, they say to their father and mother:
- Masha ran away from us. We went around the whole forest - we did not find it; it is clear that the wolves ate more often. Their father tells them:
- Roll the apple on a silver platter, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.
The sisters have died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, neither forests, nor fields, nor mountains of height, nor skies of beauty are visible on the silver platter.
At that time, at that time, the shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he sees - a white birch stands, a tubercle is dug under the birch, and azure flowers bloom all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.
The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays, pronounces:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, you amuse the young shepherd boy. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.
The shepherd was frightened, ran to the village, told people.
The people gathered, gasp. Masha's father also came running here. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself sings and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.
Father cried:
- Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.
The shepherd brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch, the flowers are azure; on the birch, the titmouse birds sing songs.
They dug up a hillock, and there Masha lies. Dead, but more beautiful than alive: a blush burns on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.
And the pipe plays and says:
- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.
The two envious sisters trembled, turned white, fell on their knees, confessed their guilt.
They locked them up under iron locks until the royal decree, high command.
And the old man was going on his way, to the royal city for living water.
How soon, how long - he came to that city, he came to the palace.
Here the king descends from the golden porch. The old man bows to him earthly, tells him everything.
The king tells him:
- Take, old man, from my royal well of living water. And when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, with an apple, with her sisters.
The old man rejoices, bows to the ground, carries home a vial with living water.
As soon as he sprinkled Maryushka with living water, she immediately became alive, fell like a dove on her father's neck. People fled, rejoiced. The old man went with his daughters to the city. They brought him to the palace chambers.
The king came out. He looked at Maryushka. There is a girl, like a spring color, eyes - sunlight, on the face - dawn, tears roll down the cheeks, like pearls, fall.
The king asks Maryushka:
- Where is your saucer, pouring apple?
Maryushka took the saucer with the apple, rolled the apple on the silver saucer. Suddenly there was a ringing-chime, and on a silver platter, one by one, the Russian cities were exhibited, regiments gathered in them with banners, they stood in battle formation, governors in front of the formations, heads in front of platoons, foremen in front of dozens. And shooting, and shooting, a cloud of smoke twisted - he hid everything from his eyes.
An apple rolls on a silver saucer. And on a silver platter, the sea is worried, ships are swimming like swans, flags are fluttering, cannons are firing. And shooting, and firing, a cloud of smoke twisted - he hid everything from his eyes.
An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on a saucer the whole sky flaunts; the sun is clearly rolling behind the bright moon, the stars are gathering in a round dance, the swans are singing songs in the cloud.
The king is surprised at miracles, and the beauty is filled with tears, she says to the king:
“Take my pouring apple, silver saucer, just have mercy on my sisters, don’t ruin them for me.
The king lifted her up and said:
Your saucer is silver, but your heart is gold. Do you want to be my dear wife, the good queen of the kingdom? And your sisters for the sake of your request, I will have mercy.
They arranged a feast for the whole world: they played so that the stars fell from the sky; they danced so hard that the floors were broken.

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• Ukrainian folk tales Ukrainian folk tales Ukrainian folk tales have much in common in their style and content with Russian folk tales. AT Ukrainian fairy tale much attention is paid to everyday realities. Ukrainian folklore very vividly describes folk tale. All traditions, holidays and customs can be seen in the plots of folk tales. How Ukrainians lived, what they had and what they didn’t have, what they dreamed about and how they went towards their goals are also clearly embedded in the meaning of fairy tales. The most popular Ukrainian folk tales: Mitten, Goat Dereza, Pokatigoroshka, Serko, the tale about Ivasik, Kolosok and others.

There lived an old man and an old woman. They had three daughters. The eldest and middle daughters are outfitters, entertainers, and the third is a silent prude. The older daughters have colorful sundresses, chiseled heels, and gilded beads. And Mashenka has a dark sundress, and bright eyes.

All the beauty of Masha is a blond braid, it falls to the ground, it touches the flowers. The older sisters are white-handed, slothful, and Mashenka is all with work from morning to evening: at home, in the field, and in the garden. And the beds are flying, and the torch is stabbed, the cows are milked, the ducks are fed. Whoever asks anything, Masha brings everything, does not say a word to anyone, she is ready to do everything.

The older sisters push her around, make her work for themselves. And Masha is silent.

This is how they lived. Once a man was going to carry hay to the fair. He promises to buy gifts for his daughters. One daughter asks:

- Buy me, father, silk for a sundress.

Another daughter asks:

“And buy me some scarlet velvet.”

And Masha is silent. It was a pity for her old man:

- And what do you want to buy, Mashenka?

- And buy me, dear father, a bulk apple and a silver saucer.

The sisters laughed and grabbed their sides.

- Oh yes Masha, oh yes fool! Yes, we have a full garden of apples, take any, but why do you need a saucer? Feed the ducklings?

- No, sisters. I will roll an apple on a silver platter and pronounce cherished words. An old woman taught me them because I gave her kalach.

“All right,” the man says, “there’s nothing to laugh at your sister!” I will buy a gift for everyone.

How close, how far, how little, how long he was at the fair, he sold hay, bought gifts. He brought one daughter blue silk, another scarlet velvet, and Masha a silver saucer and a bulk apple. The sisters are happy. They began to sew sundresses and laugh at Masha:

- Sit with your apple, fool ...

Mashenka sat down in a corner of the upper room, rolled a bulk apple on a silver saucer, sang and said:

- Roll, roll, pouring apple, on a silver saucer, show me the cities and fields, show me the forests and the seas, show me the heights of the mountains and the beauty of the skies, all my dear Mother Russia.

Suddenly there was a silver chime. The whole upper room was flooded with light: an apple rolled on a silver saucer, and on a silver saucer all the cities are visible, all the meadows are visible, and the shelves in the fields, and the ships on the seas, and the heights of the mountains, and the beauty of heaven: the sun is clearly rolling behind the bright moon, the stars gather in a round dance, the swans sing songs in the backwaters. The sisters looked, and they themselves take envy. They began to think and wonder how to lure a saucer with an apple out of Masha. Masha does not want anything, does not take anything, every evening she plays with a saucer. Her sisters began to lure into the forest:

- Dear sister, let's go to the forest for berries, bring strawberries to mother and father.

The sisters went to the forest. There are no berries anywhere, no strawberries to be seen. Masha took out a saucer, rolled an apple, began to sing and say:

- Roll, apple, on a silver saucer, show me where the strawberries grow, show me where the azure color blooms.

Suddenly there was a silver chime, an apple rolled down the saucer, poured over silver, and on the saucer all the forest places were visible. Where strawberries grow, where the azure color blooms, where mushrooms hide, where springs beat, where swans sing in the backwaters.

As the evil sisters saw this, their eyes clouded with envy. They grabbed a knotted stick, killed Mashenka, buried it under a birch, took a saucer with an apple for themselves.

They came home only in the evening. They brought full boxes of mushrooms and berries, they say to their father and mother:

- Masha ran away from us. We went around the whole forest - we did not find it; it is clear that the wolves ate more often.

Their father tells them:

- Roll the apple on a silver platter, maybe the apple will show where our Mashenka is.

The sisters have died, but we must obey. They rolled an apple on a saucer - the saucer does not play, the apple does not roll, neither forests, nor fields, nor mountains of height, nor skies of beauty are visible on the silver platter.

At that time, at that time, the shepherd was looking for a sheep in the forest, he sees - a white birch stands, a tubercle is dug under the birch, and azure flowers bloom all around. Reeds grow among the flowers.

The young shepherd cut a reed and made a pipe. I didn’t have time to bring the pipe to my lips, but the pipe itself plays, pronounces:

- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, you amuse the young shepherd boy. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.

The shepherd was frightened, ran to the village, told people.

The people gathered, gasp. Masha's father also came running here. As soon as he took the pipe in his hands, the pipe itself sings and says:

- Play, play, pipe, play, reed, amuse your dear father. They ruined me, the poor one, they killed the young one, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple.

Father cried:

- Lead us, young shepherd, to where you cut the pipe.

The shepherd brought them to the forest on a hillock. Under the birch, the flowers are azure; on the birch, the titmouse birds sing songs.

They dug up a hillock, and there Masha lies. Dead, but more beautiful than alive: a blush burns on her cheeks, as if the girl is sleeping.

And the pipe plays and says:

- Play, play, pipe, play, reed. My sisters lured me into the forest, they ruined me, poor thing, for a silver saucer, for a bulk apple. Play, play, pipe, play reed. Get, father, crystal water from the royal well.

The two envious sisters trembled, turned white, fell on their knees, confessed their guilt.

They locked them up under iron locks until the royal decree, high command.

And the old man was going on his way, to the royal city for living water.

How soon, how long - he came to that city, he came to the palace.

Here the king descends from the golden porch. The old man bows to him earthly, tells him everything.

The king tells him:

- Take, old man, from my royal well of living water. And when your daughter comes to life, present her to us with a saucer, with an apple, with her sisters.

The old man rejoices, bows to the ground, carries home a vial with living water.

As soon as he sprinkled Maryushka with living water, she immediately became alive, fell like a dove on her father's neck. People fled, rejoiced. The old man went with his daughters to the city. They brought him to the palace chambers.

The king came out. He looked at Maryushka. A girl stands like a spring flower, her eyes are sunlight, her face is dawn, tears roll down her cheeks like pearls, fall.

The king asks Maryushka:

- Where is your saucer, pouring apple?

Maryushka took the saucer with the apple, rolled the apple on the silver saucer. Suddenly there was a ringing-chime, and on a silver platter, one by one, the Russian cities were exhibited, regiments gathered in them with banners, they stood in battle formation, governors in front of the formations, heads in front of platoons, foremen in front of dozens. And shooting, and shooting, a cloud of smoke twisted - he hid everything from his eyes.

An apple rolls on a silver saucer. And on a silver platter, the sea is worried, ships are swimming like swans, flags are fluttering, cannons are firing. And shooting, and firing, a cloud of smoke twisted - he hid everything from his eyes.

An apple rolls on a saucer, poured on a silver one, and on a saucer the whole sky flaunts; the sun is clearly rolling behind the bright moon, the stars are gathering in a round dance, the swans are singing songs in the cloud.

The king is surprised at miracles, and the beauty is filled with tears, she says to the king:

“Take my pouring apple, silver saucer, just have mercy on my sisters, don’t ruin them for me.

The king lifted her up and said:

Your saucer is silver, but your heart is gold. Do you want to be my dear wife, the good queen of the kingdom? And your sisters for the sake of your request, I will have mercy.

They arranged a feast for the whole world: they played so that the stars fell from the sky; they danced so hard that the floors were broken. That's the whole story...