The White Duck is a Russian folk tale. The White Duck - Russian folk tale

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 with him, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in someone else’s arms.

What to do! They say you can’t sit for a century hugging each other. The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded her not to leave the high tower, not to go to conversation, not to get involved with bad people, not to listen to bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything. The prince left, she locked herself in her chamber and did not come out.

How long or short did it take a woman to come to her, it seemed so simple, so warm-hearted!

“What,” he says, “are you bored?” If only I could look at God’s light, if only I could walk through the garden, it would relieve melancholy.

For a long time the princess made excuses, she didn’t want to, but finally she thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden, and she went.

Spring crystal water flowed in the garden.

“What,” says the woman, “the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and The cold water is splashing, shouldn't we take a swim here?

“No, no, I don’t want to!” And then I thought: it’s not a problem to swim!

She took off her sundress and jumped into the water.

As soon as she took the plunge, the woman hit her on the back.

- Swim, - says - white duck!

And the princess swam like a white duck.

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

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

And the white duck laid eggs and hatched babies: two good ones, and the third was a runt; and her little children came out - little children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect scraps, sew caftans, and jump out onto 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 ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince’s courtyard.

The witch recognized them by instinct and gnashed her teeth. So she called the children, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and then she ordered them to light the fire, hang the cauldrons, and sharpen the knives.

The two brothers lay down and fell asleep; and the runt, so as not to catch a cold, his mother ordered them to wear in his bosom - the runt doesn’t sleep, hears everything, sees everything.

At night a witch came to the door and asked:

- Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek answers:

- Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked and walked, and came back to the door.

—Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:

“We sleep, we don’t sleep, we think that they want to cut us all up: they put in viburnum fires, they set up boiling pots, they sharpen damask knives!”

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

In the prince's courtyard, white as handkerchiefs, cold as sheets, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed towards them, rushed, spread her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children! Quack, quack, little pigeons! I nursed you with need, I fed you with tears, I didn’t get enough sleep during the dark night, I didn’t get enough sweets!

- Wife, do you hear, this is unprecedented? The duck says.

- You're imagining this! Tell the duck to leave the yard!

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

Quack, quack, my children! Quack, quack, little pigeons! An old witch destroyed you, an old witch, a fierce snake, a fierce snake, under the well; She took away our dear father, my dear father - my husband, drowned us in a fast river, turned us into white ducks, and she herself lives and magnifies herself!

“Hey!” - 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 White birch behind me, and the red maiden in front!

The white birch tree 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 the magpie, tied two bottles to it, and told it to fill one with living water and the other with speaking water.

A magpie flew down and brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they perked up, sprinkled them with talking water - they spoke.

And she stayed with the prince whole family, and everyone began to live and live well, make good things, and forget things bad.

And the witch was tied to a horse’s tail, and was pulled across the field: where the leg came off, there became a poker; where there is a hand there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a log. The birds flew in and pecked the meat, the winds rose and scattered the bones, and there was no trace or memory left of her!

(From the collection of A.N. Afanasyev “Russian Folk Tales)

Dear friend, we want to believe that reading the fairy tale “The White Duck” will be interesting and exciting for you. There is a balancing act between good and bad, tempting and necessary, and how wonderful it is that every time the choice is correct and responsible. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. Simple and accessible, about nothing and everything, instructive and edifying - everything is included in the basis and plot of this creation. The works often use diminutive descriptions of nature, thereby making the picture presented even more intense. Main character always wins not through deceit and cunning, but through kindness, kindness and love - this is the most important quality children's characters. Reading such creations in the evening, the pictures of what is happening become more vivid and rich, filled with a new range of colors and sounds. You can read the fairy tale “The White Duck” for free online countless times without losing your love and desire for this creation.

One prince married a beautiful princess and before he had time to look at her enough, before he had time to talk to her, before he could listen to her enough, he had to part with them, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in someone else’s arms. What to do! They say you can’t sit for a century hugging each other.
The princess cried a lot, the prince persuaded her a lot, commanded her not to leave the high tower, not to go to conversation, not to get involved with bad people, not to listen to bad speeches. The princess promised to fulfill everything.
The prince left, she locked herself in her chamber and did not come out.
How long or short did it take a woman to come to her, it seemed so simple, so warm-hearted!
“What,” he says, “are you bored?” If only I could look at God’s light, if only I could walk through the garden, it would relieve melancholy.
For a long time the princess made excuses, she didn’t want to, but finally she thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden, and she went.
Spring crystal water flowed in the garden.
“What,” says the woman, “the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the cold water is splashing, shouldn’t we take a swim here?”
“No, no, I don’t want to!” And then I thought: it’s not a problem to swim!
She took off her sundress and jumped into the water. As soon as she took the plunge, the woman hit her on the back.
“Swim,” he says, “like a white duck!”
And the princess swam like a white duck.
The witch immediately dressed up in her dress, cleaned up, painted herself up and sat down to wait for the prince.
As soon as the puppy yelped, the bell rang, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kissed him, and was kind to him. He was delighted, he extended his hands and did not recognize her.
And the white duck laid eggs and hatched babies: two good ones, and the third was a runt; and her little children came out - little children.
She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect scraps, sew caftans, and jump out onto 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 ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince’s courtyard.
The witch recognized them by instinct and gnashed her teeth. So she called the children, fed and watered them and put them to bed, and then she ordered them to light the fire, hang the cauldrons, and sharpen the knives.
The two brothers lay down and fell asleep; and the runt, so as not to catch a cold, his mother ordered them to wear in his bosom - the runt doesn’t sleep, hears everything, sees everything.
At night a witch came to the door and asked:
- Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek answers:

- Do not sleep!
The witch left, walked and walked, and came back to the door.
—Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:
“We sleep, we don’t sleep, we think that they want to cut us all up: they put in viburnum fires, they set up boiling pots, they sharpen damask knives!”
“Why is this all one voice?” thought the witch, slowly opened the door, saw: both brothers were fast asleep, immediately turned around them dead hand- and they died.
In the morning the white duck calls the children: the children do not come. Her heart sensed it, she perked up and flew to the prince’s court.
In the prince's courtyard, white as handkerchiefs, cold as sheets, the brothers lay side by side.
She rushed towards them, rushed, spread her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a motherly voice:
- Quack, quack, my children! Quack, quack, little pigeons! I nursed you with need, I fed you with tears, I didn’t get enough sleep during the dark night, I didn’t get enough sweets!
- Wife, do you hear, this is unprecedented? The duck says.
- You're imagining this! Tell the duck to leave the yard!
They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:
- Quack, quack, my children! Quack, quack, little pigeons! An old witch destroyed you, an old witch, a fierce snake, a fierce snake, under the well; She took away our dear father, my dear father - my husband, drowned us in a fast river, turned us into white ducks, and she herself lives and exalts herself!
“Hey!” - 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 tree 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 the magpie, tied two bottles to it, and told it to fill one with living water and the other with speaking water. A magpie flew down and brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they perked up, sprinkled them with talking water - they spoke.
And the prince began to have a whole family, and they all began to live and live, make good things, and forget things badly.
And the witch was tied to a horse’s tail, and was pulled across the field: where the leg came off, there became a poker; where there is a hand there is a rake; where the head is, there is a bush and a log. The birds flew in and pecked the meat, the winds rose and scattered the bones, and there was no trace or memory left of her!

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

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

How long or short did it take a woman to come to her, it seemed so simple, so warm-hearted!

“What,” he says, “are you bored?” If only I could look at God’s light, if only I could walk through the garden, it would relieve melancholy.

For a long time the princess made excuses, she didn’t want to, but finally she thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden, and she went.

Spring crystal water flowed in the garden.

“What,” says the woman, “the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the cold water is splashing, shouldn’t we take a swim here?”
“No, no, I don’t want to!” And then I thought: it’s not a problem to swim!

She took off her sundress and jumped into the water. As soon as she took the plunge, the woman hit her on the back.

“Swim,” he says, “like a white duck!”

And the princess swam like a white duck.

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

And the white duck laid eggs and hatched babies: two good ones, and the third was a runt; and her little children came out - little children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect scraps, sew caftans, and jump out onto 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 ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince’s courtyard.

The two brothers lay down and fell asleep; and the runt, so as not to catch a cold, his mother ordered them to wear in his bosom - the runt doesn’t sleep, hears everything, sees everything.

At night a witch came to the door and asked:

– Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek answers:

- Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked and walked, and came back to the door.

- Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:
- We sleep - we don’t sleep, I think that they want to cut us all up: they put in viburnum fires, they set up boiling pots, they sharpen damask knives!

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

In the prince's courtyard, white as handkerchiefs, cold as sheets, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed towards them, rushed, spread her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a motherly voice:

- Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, little pigeons!
I nursed you through need,
I watered you down with tears,
I didn't get enough sleep in the dark night,
I'm not eating enough sweet cous!

- Wife, do you hear, this is unprecedented? The duck says.
- You're imagining it! Tell the duck to leave the yard!

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

- Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, little pigeons!
The old witch destroyed you,
An old witch, a fierce snake,
The snake is fierce, underwater;
Took away our dear father from us,
My own father - my husband,
Drowned us in a fast river,
Turned us into white ducks
And she lives and exalts herself!

“Hey!” - the prince thought 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!

One prince married a beautiful princess. He didn’t have time to look at her enough, didn’t have time to talk to her, didn’t have time to listen to her affectionate speeches enough, and he had to part with them, he had to go on a long journey, leave his wife in someone else’s arms. What to do! They say you can’t sit for a century hugging each other.

How much or how little time passes, soon the prince will have to return. The princess was still sad, when suddenly a woman came to her, looking so simple and affectionate. But this was an evil witch, and she planned to destroy the young princess.

She began to persuade her:

What are you still missing? If only I could look into the light of God, if only I could walk around the garden, it would relieve melancholy and refresh my head.

The princess made excuses for a long time, did not want to go out, finally thought that walking around the garden would not be a big deal, and she went.

Spring crystal water flowed in the garden.

“Why,” says the witch, “the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the cold water is splashing.” Shouldn't we take a swim?

No, no, I don't want to! - says the princess, and then she thought: “It’s not a problem to swim, nothing will come of it” - she took off her sundress and jumped into the water.

As soon as she plunged, the witch hit her on the back. “Swim,” he says, “like a white duck!” And the princess swam like a white duck.

The witch immediately turned into the 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 rang, she was already running towards him, rushed to the prince, kissed him, and was kind to him. He was delighted, he extended his hands and did not recognize her.

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

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

The children didn't listen. Today they will play on the grass, tomorrow they will run along the ant, further and further, and climbed into the prince’s courtyard.

The witch recognized them by instinct and gnashed her teeth. So she called the children, fed them, gave them something to drink and put them to bed, and she herself ordered them to build fires, hang cauldrons, and sharpen knives.

The two brothers lay down and fell asleep - and the little one, so as not to catch a cold, his mother told them to carry it in his bosom - the little one doesn’t sleep, he hears everything, sees everything.

At night a witch came to 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 it around the sleeping people, their sleep will become undisturbed. So she left, walked and walked, and then came back to the door:

Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:

"Why is it all one voice?" - thought the witch, slowly opened the door and saw that both brothers were fast asleep. She circled them with a dead hand - and they died. In the morning the white duck calls the children - the children do not come. Her heart sensed it, she perked up and flew to the prince’s court.

In the prince's courtyard, white as handkerchiefs, cold as sheets, the brothers lay side by side. She rushed to them, spread her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a motherly voice:

Wife, do you hear something unprecedented? The duck speaks!

It sounds so weird to you! Tell the duck to leave the yard! They will drive her away, she will fly around and again to the children:

"Hey!" - 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 ran out himself, and 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 tree 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 wonder how to revive the children. They caught a magpie, tied two bottles to it, and told it to fill one with living water and the other with talking water. A magpie flew down and brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they perked up, sprinkled them with talking water - they spoke. And the prince began to have a whole family, and they all began to live and live, make good things, and forget things badly.

And the witch was tied to the horse's tails and the horses pulled her across the open field: where the leg came off, there became a poker, where the hand was, there was a rake, where the head was, there was a bush and a log. Birds flew in - they pecked at the meat, the winds rose - they scattered the bones, and there was no trace or memory left of her.

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

How long or short did it take a woman to come to her, it seemed so simple, so warm-hearted!

“What,” he says, “are you bored?” If only I could look at God’s light, if only I could walk through the garden, it would relieve melancholy.

For a long time the princess made excuses, she didn’t want to, but finally she thought: it’s not a problem to walk around the garden, and she went.

Spring crystal water flowed in the garden.

“What,” says the woman, “the day is so hot, the sun is scorching, and the cold water is splashing, shouldn’t we take a swim here?”

No, no, I don’t want to! - And then I thought: it’s not a problem to swim!

She took off her sundress and jumped into the water. As soon as she took the plunge, the woman hit her on the back.

“Swim,” he says, “like a white duck!”

And the princess swam like a white duck.

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

And the white duck laid eggs and hatched babies: two good ones, and the third was a runt; and her little children came out - little children.

She raised them, they began to walk along the river, catch goldfish, collect scraps, sew caftans, and jump out onto 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 ant, further, further - and climbed into the prince’s courtyard.

The two brothers lay down and fell asleep; and the runt, so as not to catch a cold, his mother ordered them to wear in his bosom - the runt doesn’t sleep, hears everything, sees everything.

At night a witch came to the door and asked:

Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek answers:

Do not sleep!

The witch left, walked and walked, and came back to the door.

Are you sleeping, kids, or not? Zamoryshek says the same thing again:

We sleep - we don’t sleep, we think that they want to cut us all up: they put viburnum lights on, boiling pots are raised, they sharpen damask knives!

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

In the prince's courtyard, white as handkerchiefs, cold as sheets, the brothers lay side by side.

She rushed towards them, rushed, spread her wings, grabbed the children and screamed in a motherly voice:

Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, little pigeons!
I nursed you through need,
I watered you down with tears,
I didn't get enough sleep in the dark night,
I'm not eating enough sweet cous!

Wife, do you hear, this is unprecedented? The duck says.

It's imaginary for you! Tell the duck to leave the yard!

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

Quack, quack, my children!
Quack, quack, little pigeons!
The old witch destroyed you,
An old witch, a fierce snake,
The snake is fierce, underwater;
Took away our dear father from us,
My own father - my husband,
Drowned us in a fast river,
Turned us into white ducks
And she lives and exalts herself!

“Hey!” - 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 tree 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 the magpie, tied two bottles to it, and ordered it to fill one with living water and the other with speaking water. A magpie flew down and brought water. They sprinkled the children with life-giving water - they perked up, sprinkled them with talking water - they spoke.

And the prince began to have a whole family, and they all began to live and live, make good things, and forget things badly.

And the witch was tied to the horse's tail, they were pulled across the field: where the leg came off, there became a poker; where there is a hand there is a rake; where there is a 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 or memory left of her!

The White Duck is a Russian folk tale. The White Duck - Russian folk tale

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