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One prince married a beautiful princess and did not have time to look at her enough, did not have time to talk to her enough, did not have time to listen to her enough, and they had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in someone else's arms. What to do! They say that you can't sit for a century hugging each other.

The prince left, she locked herself in her room and did not come out.

How long, how short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, cordial!

What, he says, are you bored? If only she looked at God's light, if only she walked through the garden, she opened her longing.

For a long time the princess made excuses, did not want to, finally she thought: it does not matter to walk around the garden, and she went.

The garden was filled with crystal clear water.

What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the icy water is splashing, should we take a swim here?

No, no, I don’t want to! - And there I thought: after all, it doesn’t matter to swim!

She threw off her sarafan and jumped into the water. Just dipped, the woman hit her on the back.

Swim you, - he says, - a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kissed him, pardoned him. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck laid testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one was a scumbag; and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect patches, sew kaftans, and jump out to the bank, and look at the meadow.

Oh, don't go there, children! - said the mother.

The children didn't listen; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the grass, further, further - and climbed onto the prince's court.

The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the children, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered to put out a fire, hang boilers, and sharpen knives.

Two brothers lay down and fell asleep; and the little fish, in order not to catch a cold, ordered their mother to wear them in the bosom - the little fish does not sleep, he hears everything, sees everything.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

Are you kids sleeping or not? Zamoryshek answers:

Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked and walked, again under the door.

Sleep, kids, or not? Zamoryshek again says the same thing:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think that they want to cut us all: they put viburnum fires, seething boilers rise, damask knives sharpen!

In the morning, a white duck calls the children: the children do not come. Her heart sensed, she started up and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as plastic, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, spread her wings, hugged the little ones and yelled in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
I nursed you in need
I drunk you with a tear
The dark night did not sleep,
Sweet cous malnourished!

Wife, do you hear, unprecedented? The duck is talking.

It's amazing to you! Tell the duck to drive out of the yard!

They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
The old witch killed you
An old witch, a fierce snake,
The snake is fierce, under the deck;
Took our father away from us
Father of my own - my husband,
Drowned us in a fast river,
Turned us into white ducks
And she lives-magnifies!

“Ege!” - thought the prince and shouted:

Catch me a white duck! Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince himself ran out, she fell into his arms. He took her by the wing and said:

Become a white birch behind me, and a red maiden in front!

The white birch stretched out behind him, and the red maiden stood in front, and in the red maiden the prince recognized his young princess.

They immediately caught a magpie, tied two vials to it, ordered to draw living water in one, and speaking water in the other. Magpie flew, brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they started, sprinkled the speaker - they started talking.

And the whole family became with the prince, and they all began to live, live, make good, forget bad.

And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field: where the leg came off, there was a poker; where the hand is, there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a deck. Birds flew in - they pecked at the meat, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory!

The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded her not to leave the high tower, not to go to talk with bad people, not to squabble, not to listen to bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything.

The prince left, she locked herself in her room and did not come out.

How long, how short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, cordial!

What, he says, are you bored? If only she looked at God's light, if only she walked through the garden, she opened her longing.

For a long time the princess made excuses, did not want to, finally, she thought: “It’s not a problem to walk around the garden,” and she went.

The garden was filled with crystal clear water.

What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the water is icy - it splashes, should we take a swim here?

No, no, I don't want to! - And there I thought: “After all, swimming is not a problem!”

She threw off her sarafan and jumped into the water. Just dipped, the woman hit her on the back:

Swim you, - he says, - a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled - she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kissed, pardoned. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck laid testicles, brought out the children, two good ones, and the third was a scumbag, and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect patches, sew caftans, and jump out to the bank, and look at the meadow.

Oh, don't go there, kids! mother said.

The children didn't listen; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the grass, further, further, and climbed onto the prince's court.

Two brothers lay down and fell asleep, - and in order not to catch a cold, their mother ordered them to wear in the bosom - the little one does not sleep, he hears everything, sees everything.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

Are you kids sleeping or not?

Zamoryshek answers:

Do not sleep!

The witch left, looked like, looked like, again under the door:

Sleep, kids, or not?

Zamoryshek again says the same thing:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think for a second that they want to cut us all; viburnum fires are laid, boiling boilers hang, damask knives are sharpened!

In the morning the white duck calls the children; kids are not coming. Her heart sensed, she started up and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as plastic, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, spread her wings, hugged the little ones and yelled in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

I nursed you in need

I drunk you with a tear

The dark night did not sleep,

Sweet cous malnourished!

Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck is talking.

It's amazing to you! Tell the duck to drive out of the yard!

They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my children!

Quack, quack, pigeons!

The old witch killed you

An old witch, a fierce snake,

The snake is fierce, under the deck:

Took your father away from you

Father of my own - my husband,

Drowned us in a fast river,

Turned us into white ducks

And she lives - is magnified!

"Ege!" - thought the prince and shouted:

Catch me a white duck!

Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince himself ran out, she fell into his arms.

He took her by the wing and said:

Stand, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden is in front!

The white birch stretched out behind him, and the red maiden stood in front, and in the red maiden the prince recognized his young princess.

And the whole family became with the prince, and they all began to live, live, make good, forget bad.

And the witch was tied to a horse's tail, opened across the field; and there was no trace of her, no memory!

The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to quarrel with bad people, not to listen to bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything. The prince left; she has locked herself in her chamber and does not come out.

How long, how short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, cordial!

What, he says, are you bored? If only she looked at God's light, if only she walked through the garden, she opened her longing.

For a long time the princess made excuses, did not want to, finally she thought: it does not matter to walk around the garden - and she went. The garden was filled with crystal clear water.

What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the icy water is splashing, should we take a swim here?

No, no, I don't want to! - And then I thought: after all, it doesn’t matter to swim!

She threw off her sarafan and jumped into the water. Just dipped, the woman hit her on the back.

Swim you, - he says, - a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

And the white duck laid testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one was a scumbag; and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect patches, sew kaftans, and jump out to the bank, and look at the meadow.

Oh, don't go there, kids! mother said. The children didn't listen; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the grass, further, further - and climbed onto the prince's court.

The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the little children, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and there she ordered to lay out a fire, hang boilers, and sharpen knives.

Are you kids sleeping or not?

Zamoryshek answers:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think for a second that they want to cut us all; viburnum fires are laid, boiling boilers hang, damask knives are made!

Do not sleep!

The witch left, looked like, looked like, again under the door:

Sleep, kids, or not?

Zamoryshek again says the same thing:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think for a second that they want to cut us all; viburnum fires are laid, boiling boilers hang, damask knives are sharpened!

In the morning a white duck calls the children; kids are not coming. Her heart sensed, she started up and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as plastic, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, spread her wings, hugged the little ones and yelled in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children

Quack, quack, pigeons,

I nursed you in need

I drunk you with a tear

The dark night did not sleep,

Sweet cous did not eat enough.

Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck is talking.

It's amazing to you! Tell the duck to drive out of the yard!

They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

Quack, quack, my children.

Quack, quack, dove dots.

The old witch killed you

An old witch, a fierce snake,

The snake is fierce, under the deck.

Took your father away from you

Father of my own - my husband,

Drowned us in a fast river,

Turned us into white ducks

And she lives - is magnified.

"Ege!" - thought the prince and shouted:

Catch me a white duck!

Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince himself ran out, she fell into his arms. He took her by the wing and said:

Become a white birch behind me, and a red maiden in front!

The white birch stretched out behind him, and the red maiden stood in front, and in the red maiden the prince recognized his young princess.

One prince married a beautiful princess. Before he had time to look at her enough, before he had time to talk to her enough, before he had time to hear enough of her affectionate speeches, and already they had to part, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in someone else's arms. What to do! They say that a century, embracing, does not sit.

The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded not to leave the high tower, not to go to a conversation, not to quarrel with bad people, not to listen to bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything. The prince left, but she locked herself in her room and does not go out anywhere, does not see anyone.

How much, how little time passes, soon the prince would have to return. The princess is all yearning, when suddenly a woman came to her, seemingly so simple and affectionate. But it was an evil witch, and she planned to destroy the young princess.

She began to persuade her:

What are you all missing? If only she looked at the light of God, if only she walked through the garden, opened her longing, refreshed her head.

For a long time the princess made excuses, did not want to go out, finally thought that it was not a big trouble to walk around the garden, and went.

The garden was filled with crystal clear water.

What, - says the witch, - the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the icy water is splashing. Shall we take a dip?

No, no, I don't want to! - says the princess, and then she thought: "After all, it doesn’t matter to swim, nothing will come of it" - she threw off her sarafan and jumped into the water.

As soon as she dipped, the witch hit her on the back. "Swim, you say, a white duck!" And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately turned into a princess, dressed up in her dress, put on princely attire and sat down to wait for the prince. As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell tinkled, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kissed him, pardoned him. He was delighted, he stretched out his hands and did not recognize her.

And the white duck laid testicles, and from those testicles boys were born, two strong, healthy ones, and the third failed - frail and weak, completely squishy. She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect patches, sew caftans, and jump out to the bank, and look at the meadow.

Oh, don't go there, kids! mother said.

The children didn't listen. Today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the grass, further and further, and climbed onto the prince's court.

The witch recognized them by instinct, gritted her teeth. So she called the children, fed, watered and put them to bed, and she herself ordered to make fires, hang boilers, sharpen knives.

The two brothers lay down and fell asleep - and the little fish, in order not to catch a cold, ordered their mother to wear them in the bosom - the little girl does not sleep, she hears everything, sees everything.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

Are you kids sleeping or not? Zamoryshek answers:

"They don't sleep," the witch thinks. And she had a dead man's hand in store, if you circle the sleeping people with it, then their dream will become unawakened. So she left, looked like, looked like, and again under the door:

Sleep, kids, or not? Zamoryshek again says the same thing:

"What is it all one voice?" - thought the witch, slowly opened the door and sees that both brothers are sleeping soundly. She circled them with a dead hand - and they died. In the morning, a white duck calls the children - the children will not come. Her heart sensed, she started up and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as plastic, the brothers lay side by side. She rushed to them, spread her wings, hugged the little ones and yelled in a motherly voice:

Wife, do you hear the unprecedented? The duck is talking!

It makes you wonder! Tell the duck to drive out of the yard! They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

"Ege!" - thought the prince and shouted:

Catch me a white duck!

Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone. The prince himself ran out, she fell into his arms.

He took the duck by the wing, and the witch turned it around with a spindle. The prince guessed, broke the spindle in two, threw one end in front of him, and the other behind him and said:

Become a white birch behind me, and a red maiden in front!

The white birch stretched out behind him, and the red maiden stood in front, and in the red maiden the prince recognized his young princess. She hugged him and told him everything.

The prince and princess began to think and guess how to revive the children. They caught a magpie, tied two vials to it, ordered to draw living water in one, and speaking water in the other. Magpie flew, brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they started, sprinkled the speaker - they started talking. And the whole family became with the prince, and they all began to live, live, make good, forget bad.

And the witch was tied to ponytails and her horses opened up across the open field: where the leg came off - there was a poker, where the hand - there is a rake, where the head - there is a bush and a log. Birds flew in - they pecked at the meat, the winds rose - the bones were scattered, and there was no trace of her, no memory.

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The prince left, she locked herself in her room and did not come out.

How long, how short, a woman came to her, it seemed - so simple, cordial!

What, he says, are you bored? If only she looked at God's light, if only she walked through the garden, she opened her longing.

For a long time the princess made excuses, did not want to, finally she thought: it does not matter to walk around the garden, and she went.

The garden was filled with crystal clear water.

What, - says the woman, - the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the icy water is splashing, should we take a swim here?

No, no, I don’t want to! - And there I thought: after all, it doesn’t matter to swim!

She threw off her sarafan and jumped into the water. Just dipped, the woman hit her on the back.

Swim you, - he says, - a white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned up, painted and sat down to wait for the prince.

And the white duck laid testicles, brought out the kids: two good ones, and the third one was a scumbag; and her children came out - children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect patches, sew kaftans, and jump out to the bank, and look at the meadow.

Oh, don't go there, children! - said the mother.

The children didn't listen; today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the grass, further, further - and climbed onto the prince's court.

At night, a witch came under the door and asked:

Are you kids sleeping or not? Zamoryshek answers:

Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked and walked, again under the door.

Sleep, kids, or not? Zamoryshek again says the same thing:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think that they want to cut us all: they put viburnum fires, seething boilers rise, damask knives sharpen!

In the morning, a white duck calls the children: the children do not come. Her heart sensed, she started up and flew to the prince's court.

In the prince's court, white as handkerchiefs, cold as plastic, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed to them, rushed, spread her wings, hugged the little ones and yelled in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, pigeons!
I nursed you in need
I drunk you with a tear
The dark night did not sleep,
Sweet cous malnourished!

Wife, do you hear, unprecedented? The duck is talking.

It's amazing to you! Tell the duck to drive out of the yard!

They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

“Ege!” - thought the prince and shouted:

Catch me a white duck! Everyone rushed, but the white duck flies and is not given to anyone; the prince himself ran out, she fell into his arms. He took her by the wing and said:

Become a white birch behind me, and a red maiden in front!

The white birch stretched out behind him, and the red maiden stood in front, and in the red maiden the prince recognized his young princess.

And the whole family became with the prince, and they all began to live, live, make good, forget bad.