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An excerpt from a goldfish. Who wrote "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish"? The Princess and the Pea - Hans Christian Andersen

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was fishing with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he cast a net into the sea,
The net came with one slime.
He threw a seine another time,
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw a net, -
A seine came with one fish,
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will beg!
He says in a human voice:
“Let me go, old man, into the sea,
Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:
I'll buy whatever you want."
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard the fish speak.
He released the goldfish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God be with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Analysis of "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" by Pushkin

"The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" is the simplest and most instructive of all Pushkin's fairy tales. He wrote it in 1833 in Boldino. The poet took one of the fairy tales of the Brothers Grimm as a basis, but seriously reworked it in the spirit of Russian national traditions.

The main meaning of the fairy tale about the golden fish is to condemn human greed. Pushkin shows that this negative quality is inherent in all people, regardless of material or social status. In the center of the plot is a poor old man and an old woman who have lived by the sea all their lives. Despite the fact that both worked hard, they never amassed any fortune. The old man continues to fish for food, and the old woman sits for "her yarn" all day long. Pushkin does not give reasons, but the poor old people do not have children, or they left their parents long ago. This further increases their suffering, since they have no one else to rely on.

The old man is often left without a catch, but one day luck smiles at him. The net brings a magical goldfish, which in exchange for freedom offers the old man to fulfill his every desire. Even poverty is not capable of destroying the feelings of kindness and compassion in an old man. He just releases the fish, saying "God is with you."

Quite different feelings are born in the soul of an old woman at the news of her husband's catch. She lashes out at him with a furious curse, accusing the old man of stupidity. But she herself, apparently, does not fully believe in the magic promise, since she only asks for a new trough to check.

After the fulfillment of the desire, the old woman enters the taste. Her appetite is inflamed, and each time she sends the old man with more requests. Moreover, the wretchedness of the thinking of a person whose whole life was spent in poverty becomes noticeable. She is not smart enough to immediately ask, for example, for a lot of money, which would save the old man from constant appeals to the fish for a long time. The old woman gradually asks for a new home, nobility, royal power. The highest limit of dreams for her is the desire to become a sea queen.

The old man resignedly fulfills every wish of the old woman. He feels guilty before her for all the years of a joyless life. At the same time, he is ashamed in front of the fish, which does not show dissatisfaction with new requests. Rybka feels sorry for the old man, she understands his dependence on the old woman. But the last crazy desire brings her patience to the end. She does not punish the old woman who has gone mad with greed, but simply returns everything to a broken trough.

For the old man, this is even the best way out, since he again becomes the master in his house. And the old woman learned a serious lesson. For the rest of her short life, she will remember how, because of greed, she destroyed with her own hands the power and wealth floating into her hands.

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An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was fishing with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea -
The net came with one slime.
He threw a seine another time -
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw a net -
A seine came with one fish,
With not a simple fish - gold.
How the goldfish will beg!
He says in a human voice:
"Let me go, old man, into the sea!
Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:
I'll buy whatever you want."
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard the fish speak.
He released the goldfish
And he said to her a kind word:
"God be with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open."

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

So he went to the blue sea;
Sees - the sea is slightly played out.

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

"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman scolded me
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely broken."
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God.
You will have a new trough."

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

Here he went to the blue sea
(The blue sea is clouded).
He began to call the goldfish.

"What do you want, old man?"

"Have mercy, lady fish!
The old woman scolds even more,
Does not give the old man peace to me:
A grumpy woman asks for a hut."
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: you will have a hut."

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

The famous fairy tale "About the Fisherman and the Fish" was created by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin in 1833 while the writer was in the village of Boldino. The plot of the work echoes the Russian folk tale "The Greedy Old Woman". At the same time, it contains the motif of the fairy tale "About the Fisherman and His Wife", which is part of the collection of the Brothers Grimm called "Children's and Family Tales". The poet adapted German history to Russian color. In the source, the old woman became the Pope and dreamed of God's unlimited power. Such a reading was contrary to Russian traditions, so the ending was subsequently changed. But in the draft text A.S. Pushkin this moment is present.

A.S. Pushkin was always interested in folk art and folklore. This interest was instilled in him by the nanny Arina Rodionovna, the tales told by her in childhood, the poet kept in his memory all his life. The tale "About the Fisherman and the Fish" is an author's work in which the spirit and color of the Russian people were preserved. The poet did not plan to write it for children, but she entered the circle of children's reading. The work was first published in the Library for Reading magazine. Pushkin even wanted to include it in the collection "Songs of the Western Slavs".

An old man lived with his old woman

By the very blue sea;

They lived in a dilapidated dugout

Exactly thirty years and three years.

The old man was fishing with a net,

The old woman was spinning her yarn.

Once he threw a net into the sea -

The net came with one slime.

He threw a seine another time -

A seine came with sea grass.

For the third time he threw a net -

A seine came with one fish,

With not a simple fish - gold.

“Let me go, old man, into the sea!

Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:

I'll buy whatever you want."

The old man was surprised, frightened:

He fished for thirty years and three years

And I never heard the fish speak.

He released the goldfish

And he said to her a kind word:

“God be with you, goldfish!

I don't need your ransom;

Step into the blue sea

Walk there for yourself in the open."

The old man returned to the old woman,

He told her a great miracle:

“Today I caught a fish,

Goldfish, not simple;

In our opinion, the fish spoke,

The blue asked for a home in the sea,

Paid off at a high price:

Buy off whatever you want

I did not dare to take a ransom from her;

So he let her into the blue sea.

The old woman scolded the old man:

"You fool, you fool!

You did not know how to take a ransom from a fish!

If only you took a trough from her,

Ours is completely broken."

So he went to the blue sea;

He sees that the sea is slightly roaring.

A fish swam up to him and asked;

"What do you want, old man?"

"Have mercy, sovereign fish,

My old woman scolded me

Does not give the old man peace to me:

She needs a new trough;

Ours is completely broken."

The goldfish replies:

“Do not be sad, go with God.

You will have a new trough."

The old man returned to the old woman,

The old woman has a new trough.

The old woman scolds even more:

"You fool, you fool!

Begged, fool, trough!

Is there a lot of self-interest in the trough?

Come back, fool, you are to the fish;

Bow to her, ask for a hut already.

Here he went to the blue sea

(The blue sea is clouded).

He began to call the goldfish.

"What do you want, old man?"

“Have mercy, empress fish!

The old woman scolds even more,

Does not give the old man peace to me:

A grumpy woman asks for a hut.

The goldfish replies:

"Do not be sad, go with God,

So be it: you will already have a hut.

He went to his dugout,

And there is no trace of the dugout;

In front of him is a hut with a light,

With a brick, whitewashed pipe,

With oak, plank gates.

The old woman sits under the window,

On what light is the husband scolds:

"You fool, you straight-forward fool!

Begged, simpleton, a hut!

Come back, bow to the fish:

I don't want to be a black peasant

I want to be a noblewoman."

The old man went to the blue sea

(Restless blue sea).

He began to call the goldfish.

A fish swam up to him and asked:

"What do you want, old man?"

The old man replies to her with a bow:

“Have mercy, empress fish!

More than ever, the old woman freaked out,

Does not give the old man peace to me:

She doesn't want to be a peasant

Wants to be a pillar noblewoman.

The goldfish replies:

"Do not be sad, go with God."

The old man returned to the old woman,

What does he see? High tower.

On the porch stands his old woman

In an expensive sable shower jacket,

Brocade on the top of the kichka,

Pearls weighed down the neck,

On the hands of gold rings,

On her feet are red boots.

Before her are zealous servants;

She beats them, drags them by the chuprun.

The old man says to his old woman:

“Hello, lady-madame noblewoman!

Tea, now your darling is satisfied.

The old woman yelled at him

She sent him to serve at the stable.

Here's a week, another one goes by

The old woman became even more furious;

Again he sends the old man to the fish:

“Come back, bow to the fish:

I don't want to be a pillar noblewoman.

And I want to be a free queen.

The old man was frightened, he begged:

“What are you, woman, overeating with henbane?

You can neither step nor speak.

You will make the whole kingdom laugh."

The old woman got more angry,

She hit her husband on the cheek.

"How dare you, man, argue with me,

With me, a pillar noblewoman?

Go to the sea, they tell you with honor;

If you don’t go, they will lead you involuntarily.”

The old man went to the sea

(Blackened blue sea).

He began to call the goldfish.

A fish swam up to him and asked:

"What do you want, old man?"

The old man replies to her with a bow:

“Have mercy, empress fish!

Again my old woman rebels:

She no longer wants to be a noblewoman,

Wants to be a free queen.

The goldfish replies:

“Do not be sad, go with God!

Good! the old woman will be queen!

The old man returned to the old woman,

Well? before him are the royal chambers,

In the wards he sees his old woman,

She sits at the table like a queen,

Boyars and nobles serve her,

They pour her overseas wines;

She eats a printed gingerbread;

Around her stands a formidable guard,

They hold axes on their shoulders.

As the old man saw, he was frightened!

He bowed at the feet of the old woman,

He said: “Hello, formidable queen!

Well, now your darling is happy?

The old woman did not look at him,

She only ordered him to be driven out of sight.

The boyars and nobles ran up,

They pushed the old man with you.

And at the door, the guard ran up,

I almost chopped it with axes,

And the people laughed at him:

“To serve you, old ignoramus!

Henceforth you, ignoramus, science:

Don't get in your sleigh!"

Here's a week, another one goes by

Even worse, the old woman was furious:

He sends courtiers for her husband.

They found the old man, brought him to her.

The old woman says to the old man:

“Come back, bow to the fish.

I don't want to be a free queen

I want to be the mistress of the sea,

To live for me in the ocean-sea,

To serve me a goldfish

And I would have been on the parcels.

The old man did not dare to argue,

He did not dare to say across the word.

Here he goes to the blue sea,

He sees a black storm on the sea:

So angry waves swelled,

So they walk, so they howl and howl.

He began to call the goldfish.

A fish swam up to him and asked:

"What do you want, old man?"

The old man replies to her with a bow:

“Have mercy, empress fish!

What am I to do with the damn woman?

She doesn't want to be queen

Wants to be the mistress of the sea:

To live for her in the ocean-sea,

For you to serve her

And she would have been on the parcels.

The fish didn't say anything.

Just splashed her tail on the water

And she went into the deep sea.

For a long time by the sea he waited for an answer,

I did not wait, I returned to the old woman

Look: again in front of him is a dugout;

On the threshold sits his old woman,

And in front of her is a broken trough.

You can also listen to the text "Tales of the Fisherman and the Fish" by A.S. Pushkin.

An old man lived with his old woman
By the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man was fishing with a net,
The old woman was spinning her yarn.
Once he threw a net into the sea, -
The net came with one slime.
He threw a seine another time,
A seine came with sea grass.
For the third time he threw a net, -
A seine came with one fish,
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will beg!
He says in a human voice:
“Let me go, old man, into the sea,
Dear for myself, I will give a ransom:
I'll buy whatever you want."
The old man was surprised, frightened:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And I never heard the fish speak.
He released the goldfish
And he said to her a kind word:
“God be with you, goldfish!
I don't need your ransom;
Step into the blue sea
Walk there for yourself in the open."

So he went to the blue sea;
He sees that the sea is slightly raging.
A fish swam up to him and asked:

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

So he went to the blue sea,
(The blue sea is cloudy.)
He began to call a goldfish,
"What do you want, old man?"

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

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

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

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

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

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

A fish swam up to him and asked;

"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman scolded me
Does not give the old man peace to me:
She needs a new trough;
Ours is completely broken."
The goldfish replies:
“Do not be sad, go with God.
You will have a new trough."

Here he went to the blue sea
(The blue sea is clouded).
He began to call the goldfish.

"What do you want, old man?"

The old woman scolds even more,
Does not give the old man peace to me:
A grumpy woman asks for a hut.
The goldfish replies:
"Do not be sad, go with God,
So be it: you will already have a hut.

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

The old man says to his old woman:
“Hello, lady-madame noblewoman!
Tea, now your darling is satisfied.
The old woman yelled at him
She sent him to serve at the stable.

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

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

As the old man saw, he was frightened!
He bowed at the feet of the old woman,
He said: “Hello, formidable queen!
Well, now your darling is happy?
The old woman did not look at him,
She only ordered him to be driven out of sight.
The boyars and nobles ran up,
They pushed the old man with you.
And at the door, the guard ran up,
I almost chopped it with axes,
And the people laughed at him:
“To serve you, old ignoramus!
Henceforth you, ignoramus, science:
Don't get in your sleigh!"

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

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