Read all the fairy tales of the scarlet flower online. Read the tale of the scarlet flower. The Tale of the Housekeeper Pelageya

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Vladimir Soloukhin in his essay "Aksakov places"

writes about the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower”:

“The main thing in her is kindness and love.

And what bad feelings are:

greed, envy, selfishness -

do not triumph, but black evil is defeated.

What defeated? With love,

Hello,With gratitude.

These qualities live in the human soul,

they are the essence of the soul and its best intentions.

They are that scarlet flower,

which is sown in the soul of every person,

the only important thing is that it germinates and blossoms" .

The pages of the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower,” familiar to us from childhood, are also connected with the Aksakov family. We'll just flip through some of them.

It is difficult for a person to experience old age. It is difficult to get up in the morning, feeling aching bones, overcoming cutting pains in the stomach or back and listening to the beat of a worn-out heart. It is difficult to leave the house, slowly descending a slippery and steep staircase that previously seemed neither slippery nor steep... It is difficult to expect death, knowing that it will come, unwanted, but called more than once in moments of bodily suffering. Most readers do not know that S.T. Aksakov wrote his main works, the famous trilogy “The Childhood Years of Bagrov the Grandson,” in the midst of such senile, physical and mental labors, overcoming pain, fatigue, blindness and constantly expecting a near end.

In the fall of 1854, his middle son, Grigory, came from St. Petersburg to Abramtsevo near Moscow, where he lived almost forever, and brought with him his five-year-old daughter Olenka. It seems that it was then that Sergei Timofeevich last time felt healthy and young. Joyful, Olenka ran around the house and did not stop talking: “Grandfather, you promised to go to the river!.. Grandfather, where does the forest Bear live?.. Grandfather, tell me a fairy tale!..”

And he began to tell her about his childhood games, about the old books that he once read avidly in distant Ufa, about his winter and summer trips from the city to the village and back, about fishing, which he was interested in almost from infancy, about butterflies that I caught and collected... But there was no fairy tale. After staying for a while, Olenka left. Winter has come. On December 26, 1854, she turned six years old, and her grandfather sent her a gift: a poem - completely childish and brilliant in its simplicity:

If God gives strength, About little birds,

Exactly one year later About the nest of testicles,

Ole, dear granddaughter, beautiful butterflies,

Grandfather will send playful moths,

A small book about the forest bear,

And he will tell in it about the white mushroom -

About the flowers of the fields, Olya will write a book...

The grandfather fulfilled his promise, although not a year later, but a little later, almost before his death. By that time he was very ill and almost blind, so he did not write himself, but dictated his memories to his daughters.

The book came out with a dedication: “ To my granddaughter Olga Grigorievna Aksakova.”

3. The history of the creation of the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower”

An appendix to the story, but a completely independent work, is “The Scarlet Flower” - one of the kindest and wisest fairy tales. “The Tale of the Housekeeper Pelageya” is listed in the subtitle.

Somehow to little boy“The village Scheherazade,” the housekeeper Pelageya, came to Seryozha Aksakov before going to bed, “prayed to God, went up to the handle, sighed several times, as was her habit, saying every time: “Lord, have mercy on us sinners,” sat down by the stove, became sad with one hand and began to speak in a little sing-song voice:

“In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent man. He had a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury; and that merchant had three daughters, all three were beautiful, and the youngest was the best..."

Who was this Pelageya? Serf peasant woman. In her youth, during the Pugachev rebellion, she fled with her father from the cruel treatment of her landowner Alakaev from Orenburg to Astrakhan. She returned to her native place only twenty years after the master’s death. Pelageya was the housekeeper in the Aksakovs' house. In the old days, the housekeeper was in charge of all the food supplies in the house, she kept the keys to all the premises, and she was in charge of the house servants.

Pelageya knew many fairy tales and was a master at telling them. Little Seryozha Aksakov often listened to her stories as a child. Subsequently, the writer, while working on the book “The Childhood Years of Bagrov the Grandson,” recalled the housekeeper Pelageya, her wonderful fairy tales, and wrote “The Scarlet Flower.”

Aksakov himself wrote to his son Ivan: “I am now busy with an episode in my book: I am writing a fairy tale that I knew by heart as a child and told everyone for fun with all the jokes of the storyteller Pelageya. Of course, I completely forgot about her; but now, rummaging in the storeroom of childhood memories, I found a bunch of fragments of this fairy tale in a lot of different trash, and when it became part of “Grandfather’s Stories,” I began to restore this fairy tale.”

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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent man. He had a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury, and that merchant had three daughters, all three were beautiful, and the youngest was the best; and he loved his daughters more than all his wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury - for the reason that he was a widower and he had no one to love; He loved the older daughters, but he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and was more affectionate towards him.

So that merchant is going on his own trade affairs overseas, beyond distant lands, to the distant kingdom, to the thirtieth state, and he says to his dear daughters:
- My dear daughters, my good daughters, my beautiful daughters, I am going on my merchant business to distant lands, to the distant kingdom, the thirtieth state, and you never know, how much time I travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live honestly without me and peacefully, and if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I will give you three days to think, and then you will tell me,
what kind of gifts do you want?
They thought for three days and three nights and came to their parent, and he began to ask them what gifts they wanted.
The eldest daughter bowed at her father’s feet and was the first to say to him:
- Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmita pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there will be such light from them as from a full month, as from the red sun, and so that there is it's light in dark night like in the middle of a white day. The honest merchant thought for a moment and then said:
- Okay, my dear daughter, good and pretty, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man overseas who will get me such a crown; and one overseas princess has it, and it is hidden in a stone storage room, and that storage room is located in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: yes, for my treasury there is no opposite.
The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:
- Sir, you are my dear father! Don’t bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black Siberian sable furs, nor a necklace of Burmita pearls, nor a gold semi-precious crown, but bring me a tovalet made of oriental crystal, solid, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I can see all the beauty under heaven and so that, looking at it, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.
The honest merchant became thoughtful and, after thinking for who knows how long, he says to her these words:

Okay, my dear, good and pretty daughter, I’ll get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has an indescribable, indescribable and unknown beauty; and that Tuvalet was buried in a high stone mansion, and he stood on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain was three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and there were three thousand steps leading up to that mansion, and on each step stood a warrior Persian, day and night, with a naked damask saber, and the princess carries the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a man overseas, and he will get me such a toilet. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no opposite.
The youngest daughter bowed at her father’s feet and said this:
- Sir, you are my dear father! Don’t bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black Siberian sables, nor a Burmita necklace, nor a semi-precious crown, nor a crystal tovalet, but bring me a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.
The honest merchant thought more deeply than before. Whether he spent a lot of time thinking or not, I can’t say for certain; having thought about it, he kisses, caresses, caresses his youngest daughter, his beloved, and says these words:
- Well, you gave me a harder job than my sisters: if you know what to look for, then how can you not find it, and how can you find something that you don’t know? It’s not hard to find a scarlet flower, but how can I know that there is nothing more beautiful in this world? I will try, but don’t ask for a gift.
And he sent his daughters, good and handsome, to their maiden houses. He began to get ready to hit the road, to the distant lands overseas. How long it took, how much he planned, I don’t know and don’t know: soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, down the road.
Here an honest merchant travels to foreign lands overseas, to unprecedented kingdoms; he sells his goods at exorbitant prices, buys other people's at exorbitant prices, he exchanges goods for goods and even more, with the addition of silver and gold; Loads ships with golden treasury and sends them home.

He found a treasured gift for his eldest daughter: a crown with semi-precious stones, and from them it is light on a dark night, as if on a white day. He also found a treasured gift for his middle daughter: a crystal toilette, and in it all the beauty of heaven is visible, and, looking into it, a girl’s beauty does not age, but increases. He just can’t find the treasured gift for his youngest, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

He found in the gardens of the kings, royals and sultans many scarlet flowers of such beauty that he could neither tell a fairy tale nor write them with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantee that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he himself doesn’t think so.
Here he is traveling along the road with his faithful servants through the shifting sands, through dense forests, and out of nowhere, robbers, Busurmans, Turkish and Indians, flew at him, and, seeing the inevitable trouble, the honest merchant abandoned his rich caravans with his servants faithful and runs into the dark forests. “Let me be torn to pieces by fierce beasts, rather than fall into the hands of filthy robbers and live out my life in captivity in captivity.”
He wanders through that dense forest, impassable, impassable, and as he goes further, the road becomes better, as if the trees part before him, and the frequent bushes move apart. He looks back - he can’t stick his hands in, he looks to the right - there are stumps and logs, he can’t get past the sideways hare, he looks to the left - and worse than that.
The honest merchant marvels, thinks he can’t figure out what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he goes on and on: the road is rough under his feet. He walks day from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hiss of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: everything around him has died out. Now the dark night has come; All around him it would be prickly to poke out his eyes, but under his feet there is little light.
Here he goes, almost until midnight, and he began to see a glow ahead, and he thought:
“Apparently, the forest is burning, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”

He turned back - you can’t go, right, left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road was rough. “Let me stand in one place, maybe the glow will go in the other direction, or away from me, or go out completely.”
So he stood there, waiting; but that was not the case: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and it seemed to be getting lighter around him; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. Two deaths cannot happen, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The further you go, the brighter it becomes, and it almost became like white day, and you can’t hear the noise and crackling of a fireman.
At the end he comes out into a wide clearing and in the middle of that wide clearing stands a house, not a house, a palace, not a palace, but a royal or royal palace, all on fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but there is no fire to be seen; The sun is exactly red, and it’s hard for your eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are open, and consonant music is playing in it, such as he has never heard.
He enters a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road was made of white marble, and on the sides there were fountains of water, tall, large and small. He enters the palace along a staircase covered with crimson cloth and with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there was no one; in another, in a third - there is no one; on the fifth, tenth – there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unprecedented: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.

The fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower” was written down by the famous Russian writer Sergei Timofeevich Aksakov (1791–1859). He heard it as a child during his illness. The writer talks about it this way in the story “The Childhood Years of Bagrov the Grandson”:
“My speedy recovery was hampered by insomnia... On the advice of my aunt, they once called the housekeeper Pelageya, who was a great master at telling fairy tales and whom even her late grandfather loved to listen to... Pelageya came, not young, but still white and ruddy... sat down by the stove and began to talk a little intoning: “In a certain kingdom, in a certain state...”
Need I say that I did not fall asleep until the end of the fairy tale, that, on the contrary, I did not sleep longer than usual?
The next day I listened to another story about “The Scarlet Flower.” From then on, until my recovery, Pelageya told me every day one of her many fairy tales. More than others, I remember “The Tsar Maiden”, “Ivan the Fool”, “The Firebird” and “The Snake Gorynych”.
IN last years life, while working on the book “The Childhood Years of Bagrov the Grandson,” Sergei Timofeevich remembered the housekeeper Pelageya, her wonderful fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower” and wrote it down from memory. It was first published in 1858 and has since become our favorite fairy tale.

The Scarlet Flower

The Tale of the Housekeeper Pelageya

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent man.
He had a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive goods from overseas, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury, and that merchant had three daughters, all three were beautiful, and the youngest was the best; and he loved his daughters more than all his wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury - for the reason that he was a widower and he had no one to love; He loved the older daughters, but he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and was more affectionate towards him.
So that merchant is going on his trade affairs overseas, to distant lands, to the distant kingdom, to the thirtieth state, and he says to his dear daughters:
“My dear daughters, my good daughters, my beautiful daughters, I am going on my merchant business to distant lands, to the distant kingdom, the thirtieth state, and you never know, how much time I travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live without me honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you want, and I give you three days to think, and then you will tell me what kind of gifts you want.”
They thought for three days and three nights and came to their parent, and he began to ask them what gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father’s feet and was the first to say to him:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Don’t bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmita pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there will be such light from them as from a full month, as from the red sun, and so that there is it is as light in a dark night as in the middle of a white day.”
The honest merchant thought for a moment and then said:
“Okay, my dear, good and pretty daughter, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man overseas who will get me such a crown; and one overseas princess has it, and it is hidden in a stone storage room, and that storage room is located in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: but for my treasury there is no opposite.”
The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Don’t bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black Siberian sable furs, nor a necklace of Burmita pearls, nor a gold semi-precious crown, but bring me a tovalet made of oriental crystal, solid, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I can see all the beauty under heaven and so that, looking at it, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.”
The honest merchant became thoughtful and, after thinking for who knows how long, he says to her these words:
“Okay, my dear, good and pretty daughter, I’ll get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has an indescribable, indescribable and unknown beauty; and that Tuvalet was buried in a high stone mansion, and he stood on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain was three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and there were three thousand steps leading up to that mansion, and on each step stood a warrior Persian, day and night, with a naked damask saber, and the princess carries the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a man overseas, and he will get me such a toilet. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no opposite.”
The youngest daughter bowed at her father’s feet and said this:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Don’t bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black Siberian sables, nor a Burmita necklace, nor a semi-precious crown, nor a crystal tovalet, but bring me a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.”
The honest merchant thought more deeply than before. Whether he spent a lot of time thinking or not, I can’t say for certain; having thought about it, he kisses, caresses, caresses his youngest daughter, his beloved, and says these words:
“Well, you gave me a harder job than my sisters: if you know what to look for, then how can you not find it, and how can you find something that you don’t know? It’s not hard to find a scarlet flower, but how can I know that there is nothing more beautiful in this world? I’ll try, but don’t ask for a gift.”
And he sent his daughters, good and handsome, to their maiden houses. He began to get ready to hit the road, to the distant lands overseas. How long it took, how much he planned, I don’t know and don’t know: soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, down the road.
Here an honest merchant travels to foreign lands overseas, to unprecedented kingdoms; he sells his goods at exorbitant prices, buys other people's at exorbitant prices, he exchanges goods for goods and even more, with the addition of silver and gold; Loads ships with golden treasury and sends them home. He found a treasured gift for his eldest daughter: a crown with semi-precious stones, and from them it is light on a dark night, as if on a white day. He also found a treasured gift for his middle daughter: a crystal toilette, and in it all the beauty of heaven is visible, and, looking into it, a girl’s beauty does not age, but increases. He just can’t find the treasured gift for his youngest, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.
He found in the gardens of the kings, royals and sultans many scarlet flowers of such beauty that he could neither tell a fairy tale nor write them with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantee that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he himself doesn’t think so. Here he comes by the road with his faithful servants through the shifting sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurmans, Turkish and Indians, flew at him, and, seeing the inevitable disaster, the honest merchant abandoned his rich caravans with his faithful servants and ran into the dark forests . “Let me be torn to pieces by fierce beasts, rather than fall into the hands of filthy robbers and live out my life in captivity in captivity.”
He wanders through that dense forest, impassable, impassable, and as he goes further, the road becomes better, as if the trees part before him, and the frequent bushes move apart. Looks back. - he can’t stick his hand through, he looks to the right - there are stumps and logs, he can’t get past the sideways hare, he looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant marvels, thinks he can’t figure out what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he goes on and on: the road is rough under his feet. He walks day from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hiss of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: everything around him has died out. Now the dark night has come; All around him it would be prickly to poke out his eyes, but under his feet there is little light. Here he goes, almost until midnight, and he began to see a glow ahead, and he thought:
“Apparently, the forest is burning, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”
He turned back - you can’t go, right, left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road was rough. “Let me stand in one place, maybe the glow will go in the other direction, or away from me, or go out completely.”
So he stood there, waiting; but that was not the case: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and it seemed to be getting lighter around him; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. Two deaths cannot happen, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The further you go, the brighter it becomes, and it almost became like white day, and you can’t hear the noise and crackling of a fireman.
At the end he comes out into a wide clearing and in the middle of that wide clearing stands a house, not a house, a palace, not a palace, but a royal or royal palace, all on fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but there is no fire to be seen; The sun is exactly red, and it’s hard for your eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are open, and consonant music is playing in it, such as he has never heard.
He enters a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road was made of white marble, and on the sides there were fountains of water, tall, large and small. He enters the palace along a staircase covered with crimson cloth and with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there was no one; in another, in a third - there is no one; on the fifth, tenth – there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unprecedented: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.
The honest merchant marvels at such unspeakable wealth, and doubly marvels at the fact that there is no owner; not only the owner, but also no servants; and the music doesn’t stop playing; and at that time he thought to himself:
“Everything is fine, but there is nothing to eat” - and a table grew up in front of him, cleaned and sorted: in gold and silver dishes there were sugar dishes, and foreign wines, and honey drinks. He sat down at the table without hesitation, got drunk, ate his fill, because he had not eaten for a whole day; the food is such that it’s impossible to say - just look at it, you’ll swallow your tongue, but he, walking through the forests and sands, became very hungry; He got up from the table, but there was no one to bow to and no one to say thank you for the bread or the salt. Before he had time to get up and look around, the table with food was gone, and the music was playing incessantly.
The honest merchant marvels at such a wonderful miracle and such a wondrous wonder, and he walks through the decorated chambers and admires, and he himself thinks: “It would be nice to sleep and snore now” - and he sees a carved bed standing in front of him, made of pure gold, on crystal legs, with a silver canopy, with fringe and pearl tassels; the down jacket lies on her like a mountain, soft, swan-like down.
The merchant marvels at such a new, new and wonderful miracle; He lies down on the high bed, draws the silver curtains and sees that it is thin and soft, as if silk. It became dark in the room, just like twilight, and the music was playing as if from afar, and he thought: “Oh, if only I could see my daughters in my dreams!” - and fell asleep at that very moment.
The merchant wakes up, and the sun has already risen above the standing tree. The merchant woke up, and suddenly he couldn’t come to his senses: all night he saw in a dream his kind, good and beautiful daughters, and he saw his eldest daughters: the eldest and the middle, that they were cheerful and cheerful, and only the youngest daughter, his beloved, was sad; that the eldest and middle daughters have rich suitors and that they are going to get married without waiting for his father’s blessing; the youngest daughter, beloved, a real beauty, doesn’t even want to hear about suitors until her dear father returns. And his soul felt both joyful and not joyful.
He got up from the high bed, his dress was all prepared, and a fountain of water beats into a crystal bowl; He gets dressed, washes himself and doesn’t marvel at the new miracle: there is tea and coffee on the table, and with them a sugar snack. Having prayed to God, he ate, and he began to walk around the chambers again, so that again he could admire them in the light of the red sun. Everything seemed better to him than yesterday. Now he sees through the open windows that around the palace there are strange, fruitful gardens and flowers blooming of indescribable beauty. He wanted to take a walk through those gardens.
He goes down another staircase made of green marble, copper malachite, with gilded railings, and goes straight into the green gardens. He walks and admires: ripe, rosy fruits hang on the trees, just begging to be put into his mouth, and sometimes, looking at them, his mouth waters; the flowers are blooming beautifully, double, fragrant, painted with all sorts of colors; unprecedented birds fly: as if lined with gold and silver on green and crimson velvet, they sing heavenly songs; fountains of water gush out high, and when you look at their height, your head falls back; and the spring springs run and rustle along the crystal decks.
An honest merchant walks around and marvels; His eyes widened at all such wonders, and he didn’t know what to look at or who to listen to. He walked for so long, or for how little time - we don’t know: soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. And suddenly he sees a scarlet flower blooming on a green hillock, a beauty unprecedented and unheard of, which cannot be said in a fairy tale or written with a pen. An honest merchant's spirit is occupied; he approaches that flower; the scent from the flower flows in a steady stream throughout the garden; The merchant’s arms and legs began to shake, and he said in a joyful voice:
“Here is a scarlet flower, the most beautiful in the world, which my youngest, beloved daughter asked me for.”
And, having uttered these words, he came up and picked a scarlet flower. At that same moment, without any clouds, lightning flashed and thunder struck, and the earth began to shake under his feet - and in front of the merchant, as if out of the ground, a beast not a beast, a man not a man, but some kind of monster, terrible and shaggy , and he roared in a wild voice:
"What did you do? How dare you pluck my reserved, favorite flower from my garden? I treasured him more than the apple of my eye and every day I was consoled by looking at him, but you deprived me of all the joy in my life. I am the owner of the palace and garden, I received you as a dear guest and invitee, fed you, gave you something to drink and put you to bed, and somehow you paid for my goods? Know your bitter fate: you will die an untimely death for your guilt!..”
And countless wild voices from all sides screamed:
“You may die an untimely death!”
The honest merchant's fear made him lose his temper; he looked around and saw that from all sides, from under every tree and bush, from the water, from the earth, an unclean and countless force was creeping towards him, all ugly monsters. He fell to his knees in front of his big master, a furry monster, and said in a plaintive voice:
“Oh, you are, honest lord, beast of the forest, miracle of the sea: how to exalt you - I don’t know, I don’t know! Do not destroy my Christian soul for my innocent impudence, do not order me to be chopped down and executed, order me to say a word. And I have three daughters, three beautiful daughters, good and pretty; I promised to bring them a gift: for the eldest daughter - a gem crown, for the middle daughter - a crystal toilette, and for the youngest daughter - a scarlet flower, no matter what is more beautiful in this world.
I found gifts for the older daughters, but I could not find gifts for the younger daughter; I saw such a gift in your garden - a scarlet flower, the most beautiful in this world, and I thought that such an owner, rich, rich, glorious and powerful, would not feel sorry for the scarlet flower that my youngest daughter, my beloved, asked for. I repent of my guilt before Your Majesty. Forgive me, unreasonable and stupid, let me go to my dear daughters and give me a scarlet flower as a present for my youngest, beloved daughter. I will pay you the gold treasury that you demand.”
Laughter rang through the forest, as if thunder had thundered, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, said to the merchant:
“I don’t need your golden treasury: I have nowhere to put mine.
There is no mercy for you from me, and my faithful servants will tear you into pieces, into small pieces. There is one salvation for you.
I will let you go home unharmed, I will reward you with an uncountable treasury, I will give you a scarlet flower, if you give me an honest merchant’s word and a note from your hand that you will send in your place one of your good, handsome daughters; I will not do her any harm, and she will live with me in honor and freedom, just as you yourself lived in my palace. I’ve become bored of living alone, and I want to get myself a comrade.”
So the merchant fell on the damp ground, shedding burning tears; and he will look at the forest beast, at the miracle of the sea, and he will remember his daughters, good, beautiful, and even more than that, he will scream in a heart-rending voice: the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, was painfully terrible. For a long time, the honest merchant is killed and sheds tears, and he says in a plaintive voice:
“Mr. honest, beast of the forest, miracle of the sea! But what should I do if my daughters, good and handsome, do not want to come to you of their own free will? Should I not tie their hands and feet and send them by force? And how can I get there? I’ve been traveling to you for exactly two years, but to what places, along what paths, I don’t know.”
The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to the merchant:
“I don’t want a slave: let your daughter come here out of love for you, of her own will and desire; and if your daughters do not go of their own free will and desire, then come yourself, and I will order you to be executed with a cruel death. How to come to me is not your problem; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever puts it on his right little finger will find himself wherever he wants in an instant. I give you time to stay at home for three days and three nights.”
The merchant thought and thought and thought strongly and came up with this: “It’s better for me to see my daughters, give them my parental blessing, and if they don’t want to save me from death, then prepare to die out of Christian duty and return to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea.” There was no falsehood on his mind, and therefore he told what was on his thoughts. The forest beast, the miracle of the sea, already knew them; Seeing his truth, he did not even take the note from him, but took the gold ring from his hand and gave it to the honest merchant.
And only the honest merchant managed to put it on his right little finger when he found himself at the gates of his wide courtyard; At that time, his rich caravans with faithful servants entered the same gate, and they brought treasury and goods three times as much as before. There was a noise and hubbub in the house, the daughters jumped up from behind their hoops, and they were embroidering silk flies in silver and gold; They began to kiss their father, show mercy and different affectionate names call, and the two older sisters fawn more than the younger sister. They see that the father is somehow unhappy and that there is a hidden sadness in his heart. His elder daughters began to question him whether he had lost his great wealth; the younger daughter does not think about wealth, and she says to her parent:
“I don’t need your riches; wealth is a matter of gain, but tell me your heartfelt grief.”
And then the honest merchant will say to his dear, good and handsome daughters:
“I did not lose my great wealth, but gained three or four times the treasury; But I have another sadness, and I will tell you about it tomorrow, and today we will have fun.”
He ordered to bring traveling chests, bound with iron; He got his eldest daughter a golden crown, Arabian gold, does not burn in fire, does not rust in water, with semi-precious stones; takes out a gift for the middle daughter, a toilette for oriental crystal; takes out a gift for his youngest daughter, a golden jug with a scarlet flower. The eldest daughters went crazy with joy, took their gifts to the high towers and there in the open they amused themselves with them to their fill. Only the youngest daughter, my beloved, saw the scarlet flower, shook all over and began to cry, as if something had stung her in the heart. As her father speaks to her, these are the words:
“Well, my dear, beloved daughter, don’t you take your desired flower? There is nothing more beautiful than him in this world.”
The youngest daughter took the scarlet flower even reluctantly, kisses her father’s hands, and she herself cries burning tears. Soon the older daughters came running, they tried their father’s gifts and could not come to their senses with joy. Then they all sat down at oak tables, on tablecloths, for sugar dishes, for honey drinks; They began to eat, drink, cool off, and console themselves with affectionate speeches.
In the evening the guests arrived in large numbers, and the merchant’s house became full of dear guests, relatives, saints, and hangers-on. The conversation continued until midnight, and such was the evening feast, the likes of which the honest merchant had never seen in his house, and where everything came from, he could not guess, and everyone marveled at it: gold and silver dishes, and outlandish dishes, such as never before We haven’t seen them in the house.
The next morning the merchant called his eldest daughter to him, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked: does she want to save him from cruel death and go to live with the beast of the forest, with the miracle of the sea? The eldest daughter flatly refused and said:

The honest merchant called his other daughter, the middle one, to his place, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from cruel death and go to live with the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea? The middle daughter flatly refused and said:
“Let that daughter help out her father, for whom he got the scarlet flower.”
The honest merchant called his youngest daughter and began to tell her everything, everything from word to word, and before he could finish his speech, the youngest daughter, his beloved, knelt before him and said:
“Bless me, my lord, my dear father: I will go to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, and I will live with him. You got a scarlet flower for me, and I need to help you out.”
The honest merchant burst into tears, he hugged his youngest daughter, his beloved, and spoke to her these words:
“My dear, good, handsome, younger and beloved daughter, may my parental blessing be upon you, that you save your father from a cruel death and, of your own free will and desire, go to live a life contrary to to a terrible beast forest, miracle of the sea. You will live in his palace, in great wealth and freedom; but where that palace is - no one knows, no one knows, and there is no way to it, neither on horseback, nor on foot, nor for any flying animal, nor for a migratory bird. There will be neither hearing nor news from you to us, and even less to you from us. And how can I live out my bitter life, not seeing your face, not hearing your kind words? I’m parting with you forever and ever, even as I live, I bury you in the ground.”
And the youngest, beloved daughter will say to her father:
“Don’t cry, don’t be sad, my dear sir; My life will be rich, free: I will not be afraid of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, I will serve him with faith and truth, fulfill his master’s will, and maybe he will take pity on me. Don’t mourn me alive as if I were dead: maybe, God willing, I’ll return to you.”
The honest merchant cries and sobs, but is not consoled by such speeches.
The older sisters, the big one and the middle one, came running and started crying all over the house: see, they feel so sorry for their little sister, their beloved; but the younger sister doesn’t even seem sad, doesn’t cry, doesn’t groan, and is getting ready for a long, unknown journey. And he takes with him a scarlet flower in a gilded jug.
The third day and third night passed, the time had come for the honest merchant to part, to part with his youngest, beloved daughter; he kisses, has mercy on her, pours burning tears on her and places his parental blessing on her on the cross. He takes out the ring of a forest beast, a miracle of the sea, from a forged casket, puts the ring on the right little finger of his youngest, beloved daughter - and at that very moment she was gone with all her belongings.
She found herself in the palace of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, in tall stone chambers, on a bed of carved gold with crystal legs, on a down jacket of swan down, covered with golden damask, she did not move from her place, she lived here for a whole century, she lay down evenly rest and wake up.
Consonantal music began to play, such as she had never heard in her life.
She got up from her downy bed and saw that all her belongings and a scarlet flower in a gilded jug were standing right there, laid out and arranged on green tables of copper malachite, and that in that room there was a lot of goodness and belongings of all kinds, there was something to sit and lie on, there was There is something to dress up in, something to look at. And there was one wall all mirrored, and another wall gilded, and the third wall all silver, and the fourth wall made of ivory and mammoth bone, all decorated with semi-precious yachts; and She thought: “This must be my bedchamber.”
She wanted to examine the whole palace, and she went to examine all its high chambers, and she walked for a long time, admiring all the wonders; one chamber was more beautiful than the other, and more and more beautiful than what the honest merchant, her dear sir, told. She took her favorite scarlet flower from a gilded jug, she went down into the green gardens, and the birds sang their songs of paradise to her, and the trees, bushes and flowers waved their tops and bowed down before her; fountains of water began to flow higher and the springs began to rustle louder; and she found that high place, an ant-like hillock on which an honest merchant picked a scarlet flower, the most beautiful of which is not in this world. And she took that scarlet flower out of the gilded jug and wanted to plant it in its original place; but he himself flew out of her hands and grew back to the old stem and blossomed more beautifully than before.
She marveled at such a wonderful miracle, a wondrous wonder, rejoiced at her cherished scarlet flower and went back to her palace chambers; and in one of them there is a table set, and as soon as she thought: “Apparently, the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is not angry with me, and he will be a merciful lord to me,” when fiery words appeared on the white marble wall:
“I am not your master, but an obedient slave. You are my mistress, and whatever you wish, whatever comes to your mind, I will do with pleasure.”
She read the fiery words, and they disappeared from the white marble wall, as if they had never been there. And the thought dawned on her to write a letter to her parent and give him news about herself. Before she had time to think about it, she saw paper lying in front of her, a golden pen with an inkwell. She writes a letter to her dear father and her dear sisters:
“Don’t cry for me, don’t grieve, I live in the palace of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, like a princess; I don’t see or hear him himself, but he writes to me on the white marble wall in fiery words; and he knows everything that is on my thoughts, and at that very moment he fulfills everything, and he does not want to be called my master, but calls me his mistress.”
Before she had time to write the letter and seal it, the letter disappeared from her hands and eyes, as if it had never been there.
The music began to play louder than ever, sugar dishes, honey drinks, and all the utensils were made of red gold. She sat down at the table cheerfully, although she had never dined alone; she ate, drank, cooled off, and amused herself with music. After lunch, having eaten, she went to bed; The music began to play more quietly and further away - for the reason that it would not disturb her sleep.
After sleep, she got up cheerfully and went for a walk again through the green gardens, because before lunch she had not had time to walk around half of them and look at all their wonders. All the trees, bushes and flowers bowed before her, and the ripe fruits - pears, peaches and juicy apples - climbed into her mouth. After walking for a considerable time, almost until the evening, she returned to her lofty chambers, and she saw: the table was set, and on the table there were sugar dishes and honey drinks, and all of them were excellent.
After dinner she entered that white marble chamber where she had read fiery words on the wall, and she again saw the same fiery words on the same wall:
“Is my lady satisfied with her gardens and chambers, food and servants?”
And the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, spoke in a joyful voice:
“Don’t call me your mistress, but be always my kind master, affectionate and merciful. I will never step out of your will. Thank you for all your treats. Better than your lofty chambers and your green gardens cannot be found in this world: then how can I not be content? I have never seen such miracles in my life. I still haven’t come to my senses from such a wonder, but I’m afraid to rest alone; in all your high chambers there is not a human soul.”
Fiery words appeared on the wall:
“Do not be afraid, my beautiful lady: you will not rest alone, your hay girl, faithful and beloved, is waiting for you; and there are many human souls in the chambers, but you don’t see or hear them, and all of them, together with me, protect you day and night: we won’t let the wind blow on you, we won’t let even a speck of dust settle.”
And the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, went to rest in her bedchamber, and saw: her hay girl, faithful and beloved, was standing by the bed, and she was standing almost alive from fear; and she rejoiced at her mistress, and kisses her white hands, hugs her playful legs. The mistress was also glad to see her, and began to ask her about her dear father, about her older sisters and about all her maiden servants; after that she began to tell herself what happened to her at that time; They didn’t sleep until the white dawn.
And so the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, began to live and live. Every day new, rich outfits are ready for her, and decorations are such that they have no price, neither in a fairy tale nor in writing; every day there are new, excellent treats and fun: riding, walking with music in chariots without horses or harnesses through dark forests; and those forests parted in front of her and gave her a wide, wide and smooth path. And she began to do needlework, girlish needlework, embroidering flies with silver and gold and trimming fringes with fine pearls; she began to send gifts to her dear father, and gave the richest fly to her affectionate owner, and to that forest animal, a miracle of the sea; and day by day she began to go more often to the white marble hall, to speak kind words to her merciful master and to read on the wall his answers and greetings in fiery words.
You never know, how much time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done - the young merchant’s daughter, a written beauty, began to get used to her life; She no longer marvels at anything, is not afraid of anything; invisible servants serve her, serve her, receive her, ride her in horseless chariots, play music and carry out all her commands. And she loved her merciful master day by day, and she saw that it was not for nothing that he called her his mistress and that he loved her more than himself; and she wanted to listen to his voice, she wanted to have a conversation with him, without going into the white marble chamber, without reading fiery words.
She began to beg and ask him about it; Yes, the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, does not quickly agree to her request, he is afraid to frighten her with his voice; she begged, she begged her kind owner, and he could not be opposite to her, and he wrote to her for the last time on the white marble wall in fiery words:
“Come today to the green garden, sit in your beloved gazebo, plaited with leaves, branches, flowers, and say this:
"Speak to me, my faithful slave."
And a little later the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, ran into the green gardens, entered her beloved gazebo, plaited with leaves, branches, flowers, and sat down on a brocade bench; and she says breathlessly, her heart is beating like a caught bird, she says these words:
“Do not be afraid, my kind and gentle lord, to frighten me with your voice: after all your mercies, I will not be afraid of the roar of an animal; speak to me without fear.”
And she heard exactly who sighed behind the gazebo, and a terrible voice was heard, wild and loud, hoarse and hoarse, and even then he spoke in an undertone. At first the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, shuddered when she heard the voice of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, but she only controlled her fear and did not show that she was afraid, and soon his kind and friendly words, his intelligent and reasonable speeches, she began to listen and listened, and her heart felt joyful.
From that time on, from that time on, they began to talk, almost all day long - in the green garden during festivities, in the dark forests during skating sessions, and in all the high chambers. Only the young merchant’s daughter, the written beauty, will ask:
“Are you here, my good, beloved sir?”
The forest beast, the miracle of the sea, answers:
“Here, my beautiful lady, is your faithful slave, unfailing friend.”
And she is not afraid of his wild and terrible voice, and they begin to talk affectionately, and there is no end to them.
Little or much time has passed: soon the tale is told, the deed is not soon done, - the young daughter of the merchant, a written beauty, wanted to see with her own eyes the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask and beg him about it. He doesn’t agree to this for a long time, he’s afraid of scaring her, and he was such a monster that he couldn’t be said in a fairy tale or written down with a pen; not only people, but wild animals were always afraid of him and fled to their dens. And the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, spoke these words:
“Don’t ask, don’t beg me, my beautiful lady, my beloved beauty, to show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. You have become accustomed to my voice; you and I live in friendship, in harmony with each other, respectfully, we are not separated, and you love me for my unspeakable love for you, and when you see me, terrible and disgusting, you will hate me, the unfortunate one, you will drive me out of sight, and being apart from you I will die of melancholy.”
The young merchant's daughter, a beautiful woman, did not listen to such speeches, and began to beg more than ever, swearing that she would not be afraid of any monster in the world and that she would not stop loving her merciful master, and she spoke to him these words:
“If you are an old man, be my grandfather, if you are Seredovich, be my uncle, if you are young, be my sworn brother, and while I am alive, be my heartfelt friend.”
For a long, long time, the forest animal, the miracle of the sea, did not succumb to such words, but could not resist the requests and tears of its beauty, and says this word to her:
“I cannot be opposite to you for the reason that I love you more than myself; I will fulfill your desire, although I know that I will ruin my happiness and die an untimely death. Come to the green garden in the gray twilight, when the red sun sets behind the forest, and say: “Show yourself to me, true friend! - and I will show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. And if it becomes unbearable for you to stay with me any longer, I don’t want your bondage and eternal torment: you will find in your bedchamber, under your pillow, my gold ring. Put it on your right little finger - and you will find yourself with your dear father and will never hear anything about me.”
The young merchant’s daughter, a real beauty, was not afraid, she was not afraid, she firmly relied on herself. At that time, without hesitating a minute, she went into the green garden to wait for the appointed hour, and when the gray twilight came, the red sun sank behind the forest, she said: “Show yourself, my faithful friend!” - and from afar a forest beast, a miracle of the sea, appeared to her: it passed only across the road and disappeared into the dense bushes; and the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, did not see the light, clasped her white hands, screamed in a heart-rending voice and fell on the road without memory. Yes, and the beast of the forest was terrible, a miracle of the sea: crooked arms, animal claws on the hands, horse legs, great camel humps in front and back, all shaggy from top to bottom, sticking out of the mouth boar tusks, a hooked nose like a golden eagle, and the eyes were like an owl.
After lying down for how long, who knows how long, the young merchant’s daughter, a beautiful woman, came to her senses, and heard: someone was crying next to her, shedding bitter tears and saying in a pitiful voice:
“You have ruined me, my beautiful beloved, I will no longer see your beautiful face, you will not even want to hear me, and it has come for me to die an untimely death.”
And she became pitiful and ashamed, and she mastered her great fear and her timid girlish heart, and she spoke in a firm voice:
“No, do not be afraid of anything, my kind and gentle lord, I will not be more afraid of your terrible appearance, I will not be separated from you, I will not forget your mercies; show yourself to me now in your former form; I was just scared for the first time.”
A forest animal, a miracle of the sea, appeared to her, in its terrible, disgusting, ugly form, but it did not dare to come close to her, no matter how much she called him; They walked until the dark night and had the same conversations as before, affectionate and reasonable, and the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful woman, did not sense any fear. The next day she saw a forest animal, a miracle of the sea, in the light of the red sun, and although at first she was frightened when she saw it, she did not show it, and soon her fear completely passed away. Then their conversations began more intensely than before: day after day, almost every day, they were not separated, at lunch and dinner they were filled with sugar dishes, they cooled off with honey drinks, they walked around green gardens, without horses we rode through the dark forests.
And a lot of time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. So one day, in a dream, a young merchant’s daughter, a beautiful woman, dreamed that her father was lying unwell; and an incessant melancholy fell upon her, and in that melancholy and tears the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, saw her, and began to spin violently and began to ask: why is she in anguish, in tears? She told him her bad dream and began to ask him for permission to see her dear father and her dear sisters. And the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to her:
“And why do you need my permission? You have my gold ring, put it on your right little finger and you will find yourself in the house of your dear father. Stay with him until you get bored, and I’ll just tell you: if you don’t come back in exactly three days and three nights, then I won’t be in this world, and I’ll die that very minute, for the reason that I love you more than myself, and I can’t live without you.”
She began to assure with cherished words and oaths that exactly one hour before three days and three nights she would return to his lofty chambers. She said goodbye to her kind and merciful owner, put a gold ring on her right little finger and found herself in the wide courtyard of an honest merchant, her dear father. She goes to the high porch of his stone chambers; the servants and servants of the courtyard ran up to her and made noise and shouting; the kind sisters came running and, when they saw her, they were amazed at her maiden beauty and her royal, royal attire; The white men grabbed her by the arms and led her to her dear father; and the father is not well. I lay there, unhealthy and joyless, remembering her day and night, shedding burning tears; and he did not remember with joy when he saw his dear, good, comely, younger, beloved daughter, and he marveled at her maiden beauty, her royal, royal attire.
They kissed for a long time, showed mercy, and consoled themselves with affectionate speeches. She told her dear father and her older, kind sisters, about her life with the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, everything from word to word, without hiding any crumbs. And the honest merchant rejoiced at her rich, royal, royal life, and marveled at how she was accustomed to looking at her terrible master and was not afraid of the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea; He himself, remembering him, trembled in his trembling. The older sisters, hearing about the countless wealth of the younger sister and about her royal power over her master, as if over her slave, became envious.
A day passes like a single hour, another day passes like a minute, and on the third day the older sisters began to persuade the younger sister so that she would not return to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea. “Let him die, that’s his way...” And the dear guest, the younger sister, became angry with the elder sisters, and said these words to them:
“If I pay my kind and affectionate master for all his mercies and ardent, unspeakable love with his fierce death, then I will not be worth living in this world, and it is worth giving me away then wild animals to be torn to pieces."
And her father, an honest merchant, praised her for such good speeches, and it was ordered that, exactly one hour before the due date, she should return to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, a good, comely, younger, beloved daughter. But the sisters were annoyed, and they conceived a cunning deed, a cunning and unkind deed; They took and set all the clocks in the house a whole hour ago, and the honest merchant and all his faithful servants, the courtyard servants, did not know it.
And when the real hour came, the young merchant’s daughter, a written beauty, began to ache and ache in her heart, something began to wash her away, and she looked every now and then at her father’s, English, German watches - but still she went into the distant path. And the sisters talk to her, ask her about this and that, detain her. However, her heart could not bear it; the youngest daughter, beloved, written beauty, said goodbye to the honest merchant, her father, received the parental blessing from him, said goodbye to the older, dear sisters, to the faithful servants, the courtyard servants, and, without waiting a single minute before the appointed hour, she put a gold ring on right little finger and found herself in a white-stone palace, in the lofty chambers of a forest beast, a miracle of the sea, and, marveling that he did not meet her, she shouted in a loud voice:
“Where are you, my good lord, my faithful friend? Why don't you meet me? I came back ahead of schedule appointed for a whole hour and a minute.”
There was no answer, no greeting, the silence was dead; in the green gardens the birds did not sing heavenly songs, the fountains of water did not gush and the springs did not rustle, and music did not play in the high chambers. The heart of the merchant's daughter, a beautiful woman, trembled; she sensed something unkind; She ran around the high chambers and green gardens, calling in a loud voice to her good master - there was no answer, no greeting and no voice of obedience anywhere. She ran to the anthill, where her favorite scarlet flower grew and adorned itself, and she saw that the forest animal, a miracle of the sea, was lying on the hillock, clasping the scarlet flower with its ugly paws. And it seemed to her that he had fallen asleep while waiting for her, and was now fast asleep.
The merchant's daughter, a beautiful woman, began to wake him up little by little, but he did not hear; she began to wake him up, grabbed him by the furry paw - and saw that the forest animal, a miracle of the sea, was lifeless, lying dead...
Her clear eyes grew dim, her quick legs gave way, she fell to her knees, wrapped her white hands around the head of her good master, an ugly and disgusting head, and screamed in a heart-rending voice:
“You get up, wake up, my dear Friend, I love you like a desired groom!..”
And as soon as she uttered these words, lightning flashed from all sides, the earth shook from great thunder, a stone thunder arrow struck the anthill, and the young merchant’s daughter, a beautiful woman, fell unconscious. Whether she lay unconscious for how long or how long, I don’t know; only, having woken up, she sees herself in a high, white marble chamber, she is sitting on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince, a handsome man, on his head with a royal crown, in gold-plated clothes, hugs her; in front of him stands his father and sisters, and around him a great retinue is kneeling, all dressed in brocades of gold and silver. And the young prince, a handsome man with a royal crown on his head, will speak to her:
“You fell in love with me, beloved beauty, in the form of an ugly monster, for my kind soul and love for you; love me now in human form, be my desired bride.
The evil sorceress was angry with my late parent, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, still a small child, and with her satanic witchcraft, unclean power, turned me into a terrible monster and cast such a spell so that I could live in such an ugly, disgusting and terrible form for everyone man, for every creature of God, until there is a red maiden, no matter what her family and rank, who loves me in the form of a monster and wishes to be my lawful wife - and then the witchcraft will all end, and I will again become a young man as before and look pretty. And I lived as such a monster and a scarecrow for exactly thirty years, and I brought eleven red maidens into my enchanted palace, you were the twelfth.
Not a single one loved me for my caresses and pleases, for my kind soul. You alone fell in love with me, a disgusting and ugly monster, for my caresses and pleasures, for my kind soul, for my unspeakable love for you, and for this you will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in a mighty kingdom.”
Then everyone marveled at this, the retinue bowed to the ground. Without hesitation - without doubt, without fear.
To keep more than the apple of one's eye - to protect, to keep something more than one's eyes.
Manual entry - receipt.
The fly is here: a wide towel.
Let's start - let's start.
We tried it - here: we looked, tried it on.
A broken tablecloth is a tablecloth woven with patterns.
Jumpy - swift, fast.
Kamka is a colored silk fabric with patterns.
Ant - here: overgrown with grass (ant).
The hay girl is a servant.
Venuti - to blow, to blow.
Seredovich is a middle-aged man.
The voice of obedience is the answering voice.

The fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower” was written down by the famous Russian writer Sergei Timofeevich Aksakov. He heard it for the first time in childhood, during his illness. The writer talks about it this way in the story “The Childhood Years of Bagrov the Grandson”: “My speedy recovery was hampered by insomnia... On the advice of my aunt, they once called the housekeeper Pelageya, who was a great master of telling fairy tales and whom even my late grandfather loved to listen to... Pelageya, a middle-aged woman, came , but still white, ruddy... she sat down by the stove and began to speak, in a slightly singsong voice: In a certain kingdom, in a certain state... Need I say that I did not fall asleep until the end of the fairy tale, that, on the contrary, I did not sleep longer than usual? The next day I listened to another story about the Scarlet Flower. Sergei Aksakov heard this tale dozens of times over the course of several years and subsequently learned it by heart and told it himself. In the subtitle of “The Scarlet Flower” he indicates: “The Tale of the Housekeeper Pelageya” and it was written by Aksakov especially for his granddaughter Olenka.

Once upon a time there lived a rich merchant and he had three beautiful daughters, and the youngest was his favorite. He began to gather on trade matters overseas. The older daughters wished for expensive gifts, and the youngest daughter wished for a scarlet flower. The merchant was lost for a long time white light in search of a scarlet flower until he found it in an enchanted castle. He tore it off and in an instant a terrible, shaggy monster appeared. It sent the merchant home, but he or his daughter had to return of their own free will.

So the youngest daughter ended up in a rich palace. She managed to overcome her fear of the monster. And they lived on in peace and harmony. But then Nastenka had a dream that her father was unwell. The monster let her go home for three days. It was necessary to return on time, otherwise the monster would die. The sisters were jealous that Nastenka lived in wealth.

They set all the clocks back and closed the shutters. At the right time, Nastenka’s heart sank. Without waiting a minute, she returned to the palace. And the animal lay dead near the scarlet flower. “You get up, wake up, I love you like my desired groom!” And the monster turned into a young prince: “I fell in love for my good soul, for my love.” He and Nastenka got married and lived happily ever after.

Compassion is not a feeling; rather it is a noble disposition of the soul, ready to receive love, mercy and other virtuous feelings. Alighieri Dante Mercy is good that cannot be seen, but can be felt in our deeds, actions, thoughts. K.S. Lewis

The main thing in the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower” is kindness and love. And the fact that bad feelings: greed, envy, selfishness - do not triumph, and black evil is defeated. What defeated? Love, Kindness, Gratitude. These qualities live in the human soul, they are the essence of the soul and its best intentions. They are that scarlet flower that is sown in the soul of every person; the only important thing is that it germinates and blossoms.” The scarlet flower is a symbol of true transformative love. True love sees a person’s soul, his inner, hidden from view, beauty. Under its influence, a loved one is transformed - becomes more beautiful, better, kinder. Love, kindness and compassion are the most important human feelings. They can change not only the person we love, but also make the world around us better, cleaner, more beautiful.

1. Modesty suits everyone. 2. Do not drink water from your face. 3. Al is a lovely color all over the world. 4. All's well that ends well. 5. All sisters should have earrings. 6. Every person is known in action. 7. Where happiness breeds, there envy will be born. 8. Having given your word, hold on, and having not given, be strong. 9. Repay good with good. 10. The evil one cries out of envy, and the good one cries out of pity. 11. Children from the same cell are not equal.

This is a tale about mercy, about readiness for self-sacrifice, about true love who endures everything and conquers any evil. The theme of fidelity and duty is very relevant today. There are many people in our country who need a sense of compassion and mercy. Everyone needs mercy: the sick, the elderly, the poor, and those who various reasons found themselves in a difficult situation. It is impossible to live without mercy and compassion. Everyone needs it: both those who are helped and those who help.

The beauty and the Beast

Literary – educational game
based on the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower” by S. Aksakov For students in grades 1-5

Decor: the playing field is divided into three sectors, in the center of which there is a scarlet flower, attributes: a mirror, a crown, a ring.

Aksakov
Sergey Timofeevich
(1791 – 1859)

S.T. Aksakov remained in the history of literature both as a writer and as a public figure. He is also known for his friendship with N.V. Gogol, his patronage.
Aksakov developed the genre of autobiographical stories about childhood, which has become traditional in Russian prose. In 1858, his book “The Childhood Years of Bagrov – Grandson” appeared. This story about the formation of a child's soul is the second of his extensive plans, dedicated to history noble family. The idea was embodied in a trilogy, which also included “Family Chronicle” and “Memoirs”. And this great work arose as a result of communication with Gogol. Aksakov told him a lot about his family, about his childhood on the family estate, about relatives and acquaintances. And under the influence of Gogol, who urged him to write down these “memories of his former life,” he set about writing the trilogy.
The topic of developing a child’s character has always worried Aksakov. In his papers there is a note to an unknown addressee: “I have a cherished thought that has been occupying me day and night for a long time... I want to write a book for children, which has not happened in literature for a long time.”
The business he took on turned out to be truly difficult. Let us remember that the 50s - 60s of the last century were a period special attention to pedagogical problems. It was difficult to avoid a moralizing tone in this atmosphere, but Aksakov completely succeeded.
Main character narration, Seryozha Bagrov, is a receptive, sensitive boy, capable of strong feelings and deep feelings. He thinks a lot about the behavior of others and his own attitude towards them, but most of all he is occupied with nature.
Aksakov’s childhood memories also include the tale he heard from the housekeeper Pelageya about the scarlet flower. The time when he worked on “The Scarlet Flower” was a period of general fascination with folklore in literature. Aksakov’s words that he is “restoring” Pelageya’s fairy tale from the rubble indicate not only careful attitude to folklore material, but also about the creative contribution of the writer himself. In "The Scarlet Flower" there are all the signs of folk fairy tale. The miracles performed in it are beyond the power of an ordinary person. “A rich merchant, an eminent man” cannot get out of magical forest– he is rescued by an invisible “monster”.
In this fairy tale, like in any other, there is a victory of good over evil. The beautiful language of the tale made it a masterpiece and determined its place in the classics of children's literature.

Leading: Dear Guys! Today we will plunge into the wonderful, magical world of a fairy tale. We find ourselves in this world when we open a book with fairy tales. The good thing about a fairy tale is that good and justice always win in it. That’s why I always want to return to the fairy tale again and again.
One of these unforgettable fairy tales is “The Scarlet Flower”. This is a pure, beautiful, kind fairy tale with a happy ending. It was written by the wonderful Russian writer Sergei Aksakov back in the last century, but to this day it is very popular among children and even adults. Let's walk through the pages of this fairy tale, imagine ourselves as its heroes (both positive and negative) and find out who will be lucky enough to pick the treasured scarlet flower that brings happiness.
We need three players to play. We will make the selection as follows: cards are distributed to everyone present; those who receive cards with the image of a scarlet flower become our players.
Conditions of the game: each participant must answer 12 questions or tasks; whoever comes to the end first receives a scarlet flower as a reward.
And so, in a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a merchant, an eminent man.
He had a lot of all kinds of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury; and he had three daughters, all three beautiful, and he loved his daughters more than all his wealth. So one day he is going on his trade affairs overseas, to distant lands, to the distant kingdom, to the thirtieth state, and he says to his dear daughters: “My dear daughters, my beautiful daughters, I am going on my merchant business, and little I don’t know how much time I’ve been passing, and I order you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you three days to think, and then you will tell me what gifts you want.”

1 block of questions

1) What did the eldest daughter order for her father as a gift?

2) What did the middle daughter want to receive as a gift?

(Mirror)

3) What gift did the youngest, most beloved daughter dream of?

(The Scarlet Flower)

2 block of questions

1) What was special about the crown that the father brought to his eldest daughter?

(This golden crown is made of semi-precious stones, from which there is light, like from a full month and like from a red sun, and light from it on a dark night, as in broad daylight).

2) What property did the mirror that the father of the middle daughter brought have?

(This mirror, made of oriental crystal, had such a property that all the beauty of heaven was visible in it, and looking into it, the girl only adds to her beauty)

3) What was special about the flower that the father of his youngest daughter got?

(The scarlet flower was such that there was no more beautiful flower in the world)

3 block of questions

1) How did the youngest daughter find out about the existence of the scarlet flower?
(She saw him in a dream and was amazed by his beauty)

2) What was the occupation of the father of the three sisters from the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower”?
(Merchant, trading person)

3) What did the father usually use to purchase gifts and goods?
(With money, which opens all doors)

4 block of questions

1) What type of transport did the father, the merchant, use for his trading business?

(Merchant ships, because he traded with countries that could only be reached by water)

2) What purely Russian goods did he trade?

(Siberian furs, Ural gems and stones, pearls and much more)

3) To which countries did the merchant father sail for trade?

(To distant overseas countries)

5 block of questions

1) What was the name of the merchant’s eldest daughter?

(Praskoveya)

2) What was the name of the middle daughter?

(Martha)

3) What was the name of the father from the fairy tale “The Scarlet Flower”?

(Stepan)

4) What was the name of the merchant’s youngest daughter?

(Nastenka)

6 block of questions

1) Name full name the owner of the scarlet flower.

(Beast of the forest, miracle of the sea)

2) Describe appearance the monster that bathe met, then
and his daughter.

(The beast of the forest was terrible, a miracle of the sea: crooked arms, animal claws on his hands, horse legs, great camel humps in front and behind, all shaggy from top to bottom, boar tusks protruding from his mouth, a hooked nose like a golden eagle, and the eyes were like an owl) .

3) What positive qualities did the monster have that could attract people to it?

(Kind heart, hospitality, gentle and intelligent speech)

7 block of questions

1) Which of the merchant’s daughters voluntarily agreed to go to the monster?

(Youngest daughter Nastenka)

2) How did the merchant anger the monster when he was visiting him?

(He arbitrarily picked the owner’s favorite flower)

3) Where did the scarlet flower grow?

(In the garden, on a green hill)

8 block of questions

1) Which outfit did Nastenka choose from those that the miracle - the beast - offered her?

(Your own sundress)

2) What animals and birds met Nastenka in the garden of the forest monster?

(Deer, kid, peacocks, birds of paradise)

3) What birds brought Nastenka to the palace to the monster?

(Snow-white swans)

9 block of questions

1) What was Nastenka doing in the palace of the forest miracle, the sea beast?

(I embroidered, walked in the garden, rode a boat on the pond, sang songs)

2) What magical device showed Nastenka the wonders of the earth and the depths of the sea?

(A saucer with a liquid apple rolling on it)

3) What surprised Nastenka in the sea kingdom she saw?

(Sea Horses)

10 block of questions

1) When did the miracle of the forest punish Nastenka to return to his palace?

(In the evening dawn)

2) What kind of meanness did the sisters commit against Nastenka so that she could not return to the palace on time?

(They set all the clocks in the house back one hour, and closed the shutters so that no one would notice)

3) What did Nastenka bring as a gift to her sisters when she arrived in parents' house to visit?

(Chests with rich outfits)

11 block of questions

1) What happened in the monster’s palace when Nastenka did not return by the appointed time?

(Everything died there, froze, became silent, the heavenly light went out)

2) Where did Nastenka find her dear friend, beloved mister?

(On a hillock, in a garden hugging a scarlet flower)
3) Why do you think the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, died?

(Out of longing, out of love for Nastenka, because I thought that she would never return)

12 block of questions

1) What was the secret of the miracle of the forest, the beast of the sea?

(He was bewitched by an evil sorceress until his girlfriend fell in love with him)

2) What kind of girl was Nastenka who ended up in this magical palace?

(The twelfth, and the previous ones could not evaluate positive traits and left the palace)

3) Tell me who the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, really was.

(Korolevich)

So we have come to the final destination of our journey, and now we will see how far everyone has progressed towards the treasured scarlet flower.
(summarizing results)

And the last test that our winner will have to pass in order to take the coveted flower is to answer two questions.

Questions for the winner

1) What can you use to get into the magic palace?
(Magic ring)
2) Show me how to use this ring?

So we have completed our journey, and as the fairy tale says: “This is the end of the fairy tale, and well done to those who listened.”

Winner's reward ceremony.

List of used literature
1. Aksakov S.T. The Scarlet Flower. M: Publishing House "Malysh" - 1991 –
40 s.