And that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is 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 there was no one to love him; he loved his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.
So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:
“My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I’m going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I’ll travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period to think for three days, 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 kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet and said to him first:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.
The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:
“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man across the sea who will get me such a crown; and there is one overseas princess, and he is hidden in a stone pantry, and that pantry is in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: yes, there is no opposite for my treasury.
The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a toilette made of oriental crystal, whole, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.
The merchant honestly thought about it, and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:
“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night with a naked damask saber, and the queen wears the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no contrary.
The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:
“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitsky necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me The Scarlet Flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.
The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:
“Well, you gave me a job harder than my sister’s: if you know what to look for, then how not to find it, but how to find what you yourself don’t know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but don’t look for a hotel.”
And he let his daughters go, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his own commodities at exorbitant prices, buys others' commodities at exorbitant prices, he exchanges commodities for commodities and the like, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent 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 the heavenly places is visible, and, looking into it, the girlish beauty does not grow old, but is added. He just cannot find the treasured gift for the smaller, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.
He found in the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's many scarlet flowers of such beauty that one cannot say in a fairy tale or write with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantees that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he doesn't think so either. Here he is going along the road with his faithful servants through loose sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurman, Turkish and Indian, flew at him, and, seeing the imminent misfortune, the honest merchant abandons his rich caravans with his servants. faithful and flees into the dark forests. “Let the fierce beasts tear me to pieces, than to fall into the hands of robbers, filthy 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 in front of him, and often the bushes move apart. Looks back. - arms? do not slip through, looks to the right - stumps and decks, a slanting hare cannot slip through, looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant marvels, he thinks he won’t come up with what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he himself goes on and on: he has a tornado road under his feet. He goes day from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hissing of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: exactly around him everything died out. Here comes the dark night; around him at least gouge out an eye, but under his feet it is light. Here he goes, read it, until midnight, and he began to see ahead like a glow, and he thought: “It can be seen that the forest is on fire, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”
He turned back - you can’t go, to the right, to the left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road is torn. "Let me stand in one place - maybe the glow will go in the other direction, al away from me, al will go out completely."
So he became, waiting; Yes, it wasn’t there: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and as if around him it became brighter; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. There can be no two deaths, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The farther it goes, the brighter it becomes, and it became, read, like broad daylight, and you don’t hear the noise and cod 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 chamber, not a chamber, but a royal or royal palace all on fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but you can’t see the fire; the sun is exactly red, it’s hard for the eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are closed, and consonant music is playing in it, such as he has never heard.
He enters into a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road went from white marble, and fountains of water, high, large and small, beat on the sides. He enters the palace by a staircase lined with crimson cloth, with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there is no one; in the other, in the third - there is no one; in the fifth, tenth - there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unseen: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.
The honest merchant marvels at such unspeakable wealth, and twice as much that there is no owner; not only the master, and there are no servants; and the music plays incessantly; and at that time he thought to himself: "Everything is fine, but there is nothing to eat" - and a table appeared in front of him, cleaned and disassembled: sugar dishes, and overseas wines, and honey drinks stand in dishes of gold and silver. 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 is impossible to say - just look that you will swallow your tongue, and he, walking through the forests and sands, is very hungry; he got up from the table, and there was no one to bow to and say thank you for the bread for the salt. Before he had time to get up and look around, the table with food was gone, and the music played incessantly.
The honest merchant marvels at such a wonderful miracle and such a marvelous diva, and he walks around the decorated chambers and admires, and he himself thinks: “It would be nice now to sleep and snore” - and he sees a carved bed, made of pure gold, on crystal legs, standing in front of him, with a silver canopy, with a fringe and pearl tassels; down jacket on it like a mountain lies, down soft, swan's.
The merchant marvels at such a new, new and wonderful miracle; he lays down on a high bed, pulls the silver canopy and sees that it is thin and soft, like silk. It became dark in the ward, exactly at twilight, and the music seemed to be playing from a distance, and he thought: “Oh, if only I could see my daughters even in a dream!” - and fell asleep at that very moment.
The merchant wakes up, and the sun has already risen above a standing tree. The merchant woke up, and suddenly he couldn’t come to his senses: all night long he dreamed of his amiable, good and pretty daughters, and he saw his elder daughters: the eldest and the middle one, that they were cheerful, cheerful, and sad one daughter was smaller, beloved; 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 younger daughter, beloved, a beauty written, does not want to hear about suitors until her dear father returns. And it became in his soul both joyful and not joyful.
He got up from the high bed, everything was prepared for him, and a fountain of water beats into a crystal bowl; he dresses, washes, and does not marvel at a new miracle: tea and coffee are on the table, and with them a sugar snack. Having prayed to God, he ate his fill, and he again began to walk around the wards, so that he could admire them again in the light of the red sun. Everything seemed better to him than yesterday. Here he sees through the open windows, that outlandish, fruitful gardens are planted around the palace, and flowers bloom of indescribable beauty. He wanted to take a walk in those gardens.
He descends another staircase of green marble, of copper malachite, with gilded railings, descends straight into green gardens. He walks and admires: ripe, ruddy fruits hang on the trees, they ask for their own mouths, indus, looking at them, salivating; beautiful flowers bloom, Terry, fragrant, painted with all sorts of colors; birds fly like never before: as if lined with gold and silver on green and crimson velvet, they sing songs of paradise; fountains of water beat high, indus to look at their height - the head throws back; and the spring keys run and rustle along the crystal decks.
An honest merchant walks, marveling; his eyes wandered at all such curiosities, and he did not know what to look at and whom to listen to. Whether he walked so much, how little time - it is not known: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. And suddenly he sees, on a green hillock, a flower blooms with the color of scarlet, beauty unprecedented and unheard of, which cannot be said in a fairy tale, nor written with a pen. An honest merchant's spirit is engaged; he approaches that flower; the smell of a flower runs smoothly throughout the garden; the merchant's hands and feet trembled, and he exclaimed in a joyful voice:
“Here is a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful than the white world, which my younger, beloved daughter asked me for.”
And having spoken these words, he went up and plucked a scarlet flower. At that very moment, without any clouds, lightning flashed and thunder struck, the Indian earth shook underfoot, and, as if out of the earth, the beast grew in front of the merchant, not a beast, a man not a man, but some kind of monster, terrible and furry and he roared in a wild voice:
"What did you do? How dare you pluck my reserved, favorite flower in my garden? I kept him more than the apple of my eye and consoled myself every day, looking at him, and you deprived me of all the joy in my life. I am the owner of the palace and the garden, I received you as a dear and invited guest, fed, watered and put you to bed, and you somehow paid for my good? Know your bitter fate: you will die for your guilt an untimely death! .. "

And an uncountable number of wild voices screamed from all sides:
"You shall die an untimely death!"
An honest merchant, out of fear, did not come to his teeth, he looked around and saw that from all sides, from under every tree and bush, from water, from the earth, an unclean and innumerable force was climbing towards him, all ugly monsters. He fell on his knees before his big master, a furry monster, and exclaimed in a plaintive voice:
“Oh, you are that thou, 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 insolence, do not order me to be cut 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 semi-precious crown, for the middle daughter - a crystal toilette, and for the younger daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in the world. I found a gift for the eldest daughters, but I could not find a gift for the younger daughter; I saw such a gift in your garden - a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful in the world, and I thought that such an owner, rich, rich, glorious and powerful, would not feel sorry for the scarlet flower, which my younger daughter, 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 for the gift of my smaller, beloved daughter. I will pay you the gold treasury that you require.
Laughter resounded through the forest, as if thunder rumbled, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to the merchant:
“I don’t need your golden treasury: I have nowhere to put mine. You have no mercy 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 little scarlet flower, if you give me an honest merchant’s word and a note of your hand that you will send one of your daughters instead of yourself, good, pretty; I will do no offense to her, but she will live with me in honor and freedom, as you yourself lived in my palace. It has become boring for me to live alone, and I want to get myself a comrade.
And so the merchant fell on the damp earth, shedding bitter tears; and he will look at the beast of the forest, at the miracle of the sea, and he will also remember his daughters, good, handsome, 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 will exclaim in a plaintive voice:
“Honest lord, forest beast, sea miracle! And what should I do if my daughters, good and handsome, do not want to go to you of their own free will? Do not tie my hands and feet to them and send them by force? Yes, and how to get to you? I went to you for exactly two years, and in 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, with 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 by a cruel death. And how to come to me is not your problem; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever puts it on the right little finger, he will find himself where he wants, in a single moment. I give you time to stay at home for three days and three nights.
The merchant thought and thought a strong thought 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 for death as a Christian and return to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea.” There was no falsehood in his mind, and therefore he told what he had on his mind. The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, already knew them; seeing his truth, he did not take the handwritten note from him, but removed the golden 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, as he found himself at the gate 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 against the former. There was a noise and hubbub in the house, the daughters jumped up from behind their hoops, and they embroidered silk fly with silver and gold; they began to kiss their father, to pardon and call him by various affectionate names, 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. The eldest daughters began to interrogate him if 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 you open to me your grief of the heart.
And then the honest merchant will say to his daughters, dear, good and comely:
“I did not lose my great wealth, but I made three or four times the treasury; but I have another sadness, and I will tell you about it tomorrow, but today we will have fun.
He ordered to bring travel chests, bound with iron; he took out for his eldest daughter a golden crown, Arabian gold, does not burn on fire, does not rust in water, with semi-precious stones; takes out a gift for the middle daughter, a toilet for the crystal of the east; takes out a gift for the younger daughter, a golden jug with a scarlet flower. The eldest daughters went crazy with joy, took their gifts to the tall towers, and there in the open they amused themselves to their fill. Only the younger daughter, beloved, seeing the scarlet flower, trembled all over and wept, as if something had stung her heart. When 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 the world. ”
The smaller daughter took the little scarlet flower exactly reluctantly, kisses her father's hands, and she herself cries with burning tears. Soon the older daughters came running, they tried their father's gifts and cannot come to their senses with joy. Then they all sat down at oak tables, at tablecloths for sugar dishes, for honey drinks; They began to eat, drink, cool down, console themselves with affectionate speeches.
In the evening, the guests came in large numbers, and the merchant's house became full of dear guests, relatives, saints, hangers-on. The conversation continued until midnight, and such was the evening feast, which an honest merchant had never seen in his house, and where everything came from, he could not guess, and everyone marveled at it: both gold and silver dishes, and outlandish dishes, which never before not seen in the house.
In the 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 a cruel death and go to live with the forest beast, with the miracle of the sea? The eldest daughter flatly refused and said:
The honest merchant called another daughter, the middle one, to her, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from a fierce death and go to live with the forest beast, 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 younger daughter and began to tell her everything, everything from word to word, and before he had finished his speech, the younger, beloved daughter knelt before him and said:
“Bless me, my dear sovereign father: I will go to the forest beast, 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 embraced his younger daughter, his beloved, and said to her these words:
“My dear, good, handsome, smaller and beloved daughter, may my parental blessing be upon you that you rescue your father from a fierce death and, of your good will and desire, go to a life opposite to a terrible forest beast, a miracle of the sea. You will live in his palace, in wealth and great freedom; but where that palace is - no one knows, no one knows, and there is no way to it either on horseback, or on foot, or a jumping beast or a migratory bird. We will not hear or hear from you, and even more so from us. And how can I live out my bitter age, not seeing your face, not hearing your affectionate speeches? I part with you forever and ever, even as you live, I bury you in the ground.
And the younger daughter, beloved, will say to her father:
“Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear sir, dear father; my life will be rich, free: I will not be afraid of the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, I will serve him faithfully, fulfill his will of the master, and maybe he will take pity on me. Do not mourn me alive, as if dead: maybe, God willing, I will return to you.
The honest merchant cries, weeps, he is not comforted by such speeches.
The older sisters, the big one and the middle one, come running, crying all over the house: you see, it hurts them to feel sorry for the younger sister, beloved; and the younger sister does not seem sad, does not cry, does not groan, and the unknown is going on a long journey. And he takes with him a scarlet flower in a gilded jug.
The third day and the third night passed, the time came for the honest merchant to part, to part with the younger daughter, beloved; he kisses, pardons her, pours burning tears over her and places his parental blessing on the cross. He takes out the ring of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, from the forged casket, puts the ring on the right little finger of the younger, beloved daughter - and in that very moment she was gone with all her belongings.
She found herself in the palace of a forest animal, a miracle of the sea, in high, stone chambers, on a bed of carved gold with crystal legs, on a down jacket of swan's down covered with golden damask, she didn’t leave her place, she lived here for a century, she lay flat rest and wake up. The consonant music began to play, which she had never heard before.
She got up from her downy bed and saw that all her belongings and a little scarlet flower in a gilded jug were right there, laid out and arranged on tables of green copper malachite, and that in that ward there was a lot of goods and belongings of all kinds, there was something to sit, lie down, eat what to wear, what to look at. And there was one wall all mirrored, and the other wall gilded, and the third wall all silver, and the fourth wall made of ivory and mammoth bone, all dismantled with semi-precious yahonts; and she thought, "This must be my bedchamber."
She wanted to inspect the whole palace, and she went to inspect all its high chambers, and she walked for a long time, admiring all the curiosities; one chamber was more beautiful than the other, and more beautiful than that, as the honest merchant, the sovereign of her dear father, told. She took her favorite scarlet flower from a gilded jar, did she go down into green? gardens, and the birds sang their songs of paradise to her, and the trees, bushes and flowers waved their tops and bowed exactly before her; fountains of water gushed above and the spring springs rustled louder; and she found that high place, a murky hillock, on which the honest merchant plucked a scarlet flower, the most beautiful of which is not in the world. And she took out that scarlet flower from a gilded jug and wanted to plant it in its former place; but he himself flew out of her hands and grew to the former stem and blossomed more beautifully than before.

She marveled at such a wonderful miracle, marvelous marvel, rejoiced at her scarlet, cherished flower, and went back to her palace chambers; and in one of them the table was set, and as soon as she thought: “It is clear that the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, is not angry with me, and he will be a merciful master to me,” when fiery words appeared on the white marble wall:

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent person.

He had a lot of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is 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 there was no one to love him; he loved his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.

So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:

My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I am going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I will travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period of time to think for three days, 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 kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet and said to him first:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man across the sea who will get me such a crown; and there is one overseas princess, and he is hidden in a stone pantry, and that pantry is 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:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a toilette made of oriental crystal, solid, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night with a naked damask saber, and the queen wears the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no opposite.

The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitsky necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me The Scarlet Flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:

Well, you gave me a job harder than my sisters: if you know what to look for, then how not to find it, but how to find what you yourself don’t know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but do not look for a hotel.

And he let his daughters go, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his own commodities at exorbitant prices, buys others' commodities at exorbitant prices, he exchanges commodities for commodities and the like, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent 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 the heavenly places is visible, and, looking into it, the girlish beauty does not grow old, but is added. He just cannot find the treasured gift for the smaller, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

He found in the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's many scarlet flowers of such beauty that one cannot say in a fairy tale or write with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantees that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he doesn't think so either. Here he is going along the road with his faithful servants through loose sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurman, Turkish and Indian, flew at him, and, seeing the imminent misfortune, the honest merchant abandons his rich caravans with his servants. faithful and flees into the dark forests. “Let the fierce beasts tear me to pieces, than to fall into the hands of robbers, filthy 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 in front of him, and often the bushes move apart. He looks back - he can’t put his hands through, he looks to the right - stumps and decks, a slanting hare can’t slip through, he looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant wonders, he thinks he won’t figure out what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he himself goes on and on: he has a torn road under his feet. He goes from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hissing of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: exactly around him everything died out. Here comes the dark night; around him at least gouge out an eye, but under his feet it is light. Here he goes, read it, until midnight, and he began to see ahead like a glow, and he thought: “It can be seen that the forest is on fire, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”

He turned back - you can’t go, to the right, to the left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road is tortuous. "Let me stand in one place - maybe the glow will go in the other direction, al away from me, al will go out completely."

So he became, waiting; Yes, it wasn’t there: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and as if around him it became brighter; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. There can be no two deaths, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The farther it goes, the brighter it becomes, and it became, read, like broad daylight, and you don’t hear the noise and cod of a fireman. At the end, he comes out to a wide clearing and in the middle of that wide clearing stands a house not a house, a hall not a hall, but a royal or royal palace, all in fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but no fire can be seen; the sun is exactly red, it’s hard for the eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are closed, and consonant music plays in it, such as he has never heard.

He enters into a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road went from white marble, and fountains of water, high, large and small, beat on the sides. He enters the palace by a staircase lined with crimson cloth, with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there is no one; in another, in the third - there is no one; in the fifth, tenth - there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unseen: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.

The honest merchant marvels at such unspeakable wealth, and twice as much that there is no owner; not only the master, and there are no servants; and the music plays incessantly; and at that time he thought to himself: "Everything is fine, but there is nothing to eat" - and a table appeared in front of him, cleaned and disassembled: sugar dishes, and overseas wines, and honey drinks stand in gold and silver dishes. 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 is impossible to say, and look that you will swallow your tongue, and he, walking through the forests and sands, is very hungry; he got up from the table, and there was no one to bow to and say thank you for the bread for the salt. Before he had time to get up and look around, the table with food was gone, and the music played incessantly.

The honest merchant marvels at such a marvelous miracle and such a marvelous marvel, and he walks around the decorated chambers and admires, and he himself thinks: “It would be nice now to sleep and snore” - and he sees, standing in front of him is a carved bed, made of pure gold, on crystal legs, with a silver canopy, with a fringe and pearl tassels; down jacket on it like a mountain lies, down soft, swan's.

The merchant marvels at such a new, new and wonderful miracle; he lays down on a high bed, pulls the silver canopy and sees that it is thin and soft, like silk. It became dark in the ward, exactly at twilight, and the music seemed to be playing from a distance, and he thought: “Oh, if only I could see my daughters even in a dream!” - and fell asleep at the same moment.

The merchant wakes up, and the sun has already risen above a standing tree. The merchant woke up, and suddenly he couldn’t come to his senses: all night long he saw in a dream his amiable, good and pretty daughters, and he saw his elder daughters: the eldest and the middle one, that they were cheerful, cheerful, and sad was one daughter, the younger, beloved; 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 younger daughter, beloved, a beauty written, does not want to hear about suitors until her dear father returns. And it became in his soul both joyful and not joyful.

He got up from the high bed, everything was prepared for him, and a fountain of water beats into a crystal bowl; he dresses, washes, and does not marvel at the new miracle: tea and coffee are on the table, and with them a sugar snack. Having prayed to God, he ate his fill, and he again began to walk around the wards, so that he could admire them again in the light of the red sun. Everything seemed better to him than yesterday. Here he sees through the open windows, that outlandish, fruitful gardens are planted around the palace, and flowers bloom of indescribable beauty. He wanted to take a walk in those gardens.

He descends another staircase of green marble, of copper malachite, with gilded railings, descends straight into green gardens. He walks and admires: ripe, ruddy fruits hang on the trees, they ask for their own mouths, indus, looking at them, salivating; flowers bloom beautiful, double, fragrant, painted with all sorts of colors; birds fly like never before: as if lined with gold and silver on green and crimson velvet, they sing songs of paradise; fountains of water beat high, indus to look at their height - the head throws back; and the spring keys run and rustle along the crystal decks.

An honest merchant walks, marveling; his eyes wandered at all such curiosities, and he did not know what to look at and whom to listen to. Whether he walked so much, how little time - it is not known: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. And suddenly he sees, on a green hillock, a flower blooms with the color of scarlet, beauty unprecedented and unheard of, which cannot be said in a fairy tale, nor written with a pen. An honest merchant's spirit is engaged; he approaches that flower; the smell of a flower runs smoothly throughout the garden; the merchant's hands and feet trembled, and he exclaimed in a joyful voice:

Here is a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful than the white world, about which my younger, beloved daughter asked me.

And having spoken these words, he went up and plucked a scarlet flower. At that very moment, without any clouds, lightning flashed and thunder struck, the Indian earth shook underfoot, and, as if from the earth, the beast grew in front of the merchant, not a beast, a man not a man, but some kind of monster, terrible and furry and he roared in a wild voice:

What did you do? How dare you pluck my reserved, favorite flower in my garden? I buried him more than the apple of my eye and consoled myself every day, looking at him, and you deprived me of all the joy in my life. I am the owner of the palace and the garden, I received you as a dear and invited guest, fed, watered and put you to bed, and you somehow paid for my good? Know your bitter fate: you will die for your guilt an untimely death! ..

You will die an untimely death!

An honest merchant, out of fear, did not come to his teeth, he looked around and saw that from all sides, from under every tree and bush, from water, from the earth, an unclean and innumerable force was climbing towards him, all ugly monsters. He fell on his knees before his biggest master, a furry monster, and exclaimed in a plaintive voice:

Oh, you are a goy, an honest lord, a beast of the forest, a 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 insolence, do not order me to be cut 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 semi-precious crown, for the middle daughter - a crystal toilette, and for the younger daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in the world. I found a gift for the eldest daughters, but I could not find a gift for the younger daughter; I saw such a gift in your garden - a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful in the world, and I thought that such an owner, rich, rich, glorious and powerful, would not feel sorry for the scarlet flower, which my younger daughter, 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 for the gift of my smaller, beloved daughter. I will pay you the gold treasury that you require.

Laughter resounded through the forest, as if thunder rumbled, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to the merchant:

I do not need your golden treasury: I have nowhere to put mine. You have no mercy 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 of your hand that you will send one of your daughters instead of yourself, good, pretty; I will do no offense to her, but she will live with me in honor and freedom, as you yourself lived in my palace. It has become boring for me to live alone, and I want to get myself a comrade.

And so the merchant fell on the damp earth, shedding bitter tears; and he will look at the beast of the forest, at the miracle of the sea, and he will also remember his daughters, good, handsome, 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 will exclaim in a plaintive voice:

Honest lord, beast of the forest, marvel of the sea! And what should I do if my daughters, good and handsome, do not want to go to you of their own free will? Do not tie my hands and feet to them and send them by force? Yes, and how to get to you? I went to you for exactly two years, and in 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 do not want a slave: let your daughter come here out of love for you, with 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 by a cruel death. And how to come to me is not your problem; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever puts it on the right little finger, he will find himself where he wants, in a single moment. I give you time to stay at home for three days and three nights.

The merchant thought and thought a strong thought 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 for death as a Christian and return to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea.” There was no falsehood in his mind, and therefore he told what was on his mind. The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, already knew them; seeing his truth, he did not take the handwritten note from him, but removed the golden 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, as he found himself at the gate 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 against the former. There was a noise and hubbub in the house, the daughters jumped up from behind their hoops, and they embroidered silk fly with silver and gold; they began to kiss their father, to pardon and call him by various affectionate names, and the two older sisters fawn more than the younger sister. They see that the father is somehow unhappy and that there is sadness hidden in his heart. The eldest daughters began to interrogate him if 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 an acquired thing, but you open to me your grief of the heart.

And then the honest merchant will say to his daughters, dear, good and comely:

I did not lose my great wealth, but I made three or four times the treasury; but I have another sadness, and I will tell you about it tomorrow, but today we will have fun.

He ordered to bring travel chests, bound with iron; he took out a golden crown for his eldest daughter, Arabian gold, does not burn on fire, does not rust in water, with semi-precious stones; takes out a gift for the middle daughter, a toilet for the crystal of the east; takes out a gift for the younger daughter, a golden jug with a scarlet flower. The eldest daughters went crazy with joy, took their gifts to the tall towers, and there in the open they amused themselves to their fill. Only the younger daughter, beloved, seeing the scarlet flower, trembled all over and wept, as if something had stung her heart. When her father speaks to her, these are the words:

Well, my dear, beloved daughter, do not you take your desired flower? There is nothing more beautiful than him in the world.

The smaller daughter took the little scarlet flower exactly reluctantly, kisses her father's hands, and she herself cries with burning tears. Soon the older daughters came running, they tried their father's gifts and cannot come to their senses with joy. Then they all sat down at the oak tables, at the tablecloths, at the sugar dishes, at the honey drinks; They began to eat, drink, cool down, console themselves with affectionate speeches.

In the evening, the guests came in large numbers, and the merchant's house became full of dear guests, relatives, saints, hangers-on. The conversation continued until midnight, and such was the evening feast, which an honest merchant had never seen in his house, and where everything came from, he could not guess, and everyone marveled at it: both gold and silver dishes, and outlandish dishes, which had never been seen before. did not see the house.

In the 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 a cruel death and go to live with the forest beast, the miracle of the sea? The eldest daughter flatly refused and said:

The honest merchant called another daughter, the middle one, to her, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from a fierce death and go to live with the forest beast, 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 younger daughter and began to tell her everything, everything from word to word, and before he had finished his speech, the younger, beloved daughter knelt before him and said:

Bless me, my lord, my dear father: I will go to the forest beast, 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 embraced his younger daughter, his beloved, and said to her these words:

My dear, good, handsome, smaller and beloved daughter, may my parental blessing be upon you that you rescue your father from a fierce death and, of your good will and desire, go to a life opposite to a terrible forest beast, a miracle of the sea. You will live in his palace, in wealth and great freedom; but where is that palace - no one knows, no one knows, and there is no way to it either on horseback, or on foot, or a jumping beast or a migratory bird. We will not hear or hear from you, and even more so from us. And how can I live out my bitter age, not seeing your face, not hearing your affectionate speeches? I part with you for all eternity, I bury you alive in the ground.

And the younger daughter, beloved, will say to her father:

Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear sir, my dear father, my life will be rich, free: I will not be afraid of the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, I will serve him faithfully, fulfill his master's will, and maybe he will take pity on me. Do not mourn me alive, as if dead: maybe, God willing, I will return to you.

The honest merchant cries, weeps, he is not comforted by such speeches.

The older sisters, the big one and the middle one, come running, crying all over the house: you see, it hurts them to feel sorry for the younger sister, beloved; and the younger sister does not seem sad, does not cry, does not groan, and the unknown is going on a long journey.

The third day and the third night passed, the time came for the honest merchant to part, to part with the younger daughter, beloved; he kisses, pardons her, pours burning tears over her and places his parental blessing on the cross. He takes out the ring of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, from the forged casket, puts the ring on the right little finger of the younger, beloved daughter - and she was gone in the same minute with all her belongings.

She found herself in the palace of a forest animal, a miracle of the sea, in high, stone chambers, on a bed of carved gold with crystal legs, on a down jacket of swan's down covered with golden damask, she didn’t leave her place, she lived here for a century, she lay flat rest and wake up. The consonant music began to play, which she had never heard before.

She got up from her downy bed and saw that all her belongings and a little scarlet flower in a gilded jug were right there, laid out and arranged on tables of green copper malachite, and that in that ward there was a lot of goods and belongings of all kinds, there was something to sit, lie down, eat what to wear, what to look at. And there was one wall all mirrored, and the other wall gilded, and the third wall all silver, and the fourth wall made of ivory and mammoth bone, all dismantled with semi-precious yahonts; and she thought, "This must be my bedchamber."

She wanted to inspect the whole palace, and she went to inspect all its high chambers, and she walked for a long time, admiring all the curiosities; one chamber was more beautiful than the other, and more beautiful than that, as the honest merchant, the sovereign of her dear father, told. She took her favorite scarlet flower from a gilded jar, she descended 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 exactly before her; fountains of water gushed above and the spring springs rustled louder; and she found that high place, a murky hillock, on which the honest merchant plucked a scarlet flower, the most beautiful of which is not in the world. And she took out that scarlet flower from a gilded jug and wanted to plant it in its former place; but he himself flew out of her hands and grew to the former stem and blossomed more beautifully than before.

She marveled at such a wonderful miracle, marvelous marvel, rejoiced at her scarlet, cherished flower, and went back to her palace chambers; and in one of them the table is set, and as soon as she thought: “It can be seen, the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is not angry with me, and he will be merciful to me,” when fiery words appeared on the white marble wall:

“I am not your master, but an obedient servant. You are my mistress, and whatever you wish, whatever comes to your mind, I will fulfill with pleasure.

She read the fiery words, and they disappeared from the white marble wall, as if they had never been there. And she thought to write a letter to her parent and give him news about herself. Before she had time to think about it, she sees a paper in front of her, a golden pen with an inkwell. She writes a letter to her dear father and her beloved sisters:

“Do not cry for me, do not 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 myself, but he writes to me on the white marble wall with fiery words; and he knows everything that is on my mind, and at the same moment he fulfills everything, and he does not want to be called my master, but he calls me his mistress.

No sooner had she written the letter and sealed it with a seal than the letter vanished from her hands and from her eyes, as if it had never been there. The music began to play more than ever, sugar dishes, honey drinks, all the crockery of pure gold appeared on the table. She sat down at the table cheerfully, although she never dined alone; she ate, drank, cooled herself, amused herself with music. After dinner, having eaten, she lay down to rest; the music began to play quieter and further away - for the reason that it should not interfere with her sleep.

After sleep, she got up cheerfully and went again to walk through the green gardens, because before dinner she had not had time to go around even half of them, to look at all their curiosities. All trees, bushes and flowers bowed before her, and ripe fruits - pears, peaches and bulk apples - climbed into her mouth. After a long time, read until evening, she returned to her high chambers, and she sees the table set, and on the table there are sugar dishes and honey drinks, and all are excellent.

After supper, she entered that white marble chamber where she read fiery words on the wall, and she sees the same fiery words again on the same wall:

“Is my lady satisfied with her gardens and chambers, food and servants?”

Do not call me your mistress, but be you always my good master, affectionate and merciful. I will never act out of your will. Thank you for all your food. It is better not to find your lofty chambers and your green gardens in this world: then how can I not be pleased? I have never seen such wonders in my life. I still won’t come to my senses from such a diva, only 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 mistress: you will not rest alone, your hay girl is waiting for you, faithful and beloved; and there are many human souls in the chambers, but you don’t see or hear them, and all of them, together with me, take care of you day and night: we won’t let the wind blow on you, we won’t let a speck of dust sit down.

And she went to rest in the bedchamber of her young daughter, a merchant, a beautiful woman, and she sees: her hay girl, faithful and beloved, is standing by the bed, and she is standing a little alive from fear; and she rejoiced at her mistress, and kissed her white hands, embraced her frisky feet. The lady was also glad to see her, and began to question her about her dear father, about her elder sisters, and about all her maiden servants; after that she began to tell herself what had happened to her at that time; so they did not sleep until the white dawn.

And so the young daughter of a merchant, a hand-written beauty, 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 to say, nor to write with a pen; every day, new, excellent treats of fun: riding, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness through dark forests; and those forests parted before her and gave her a wide, wide and smooth road. And she began to do needlework, girlish needlework, embroider fly with silver and gold and string fringes with frequent pearls; she began to send gifts to her dear father, and she gave the richest fly to her owner, affectionate, and also to that forest animal, a miracle of the sea; and day by day she began to walk more often in the white marble hall, to speak affectionate speeches to her gracious master and to read his answers and greetings on the wall in fiery words.

You never know, how much time has passed by that time: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done, - the young daughter of a merchant, a written beauty, began to get used to her life and being; she no longer marvels at anything, fears nothing; invisible servants serve her, serve, receive, ride in chariots without horses, play music and fulfill all her commands. And she loved her merciful master day by day, and she saw that it was not without reason 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 the fiery words.

She began to pray and ask him about it; yes, the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, does not soon agree to her request, fears to frighten her with his voice; she begged, she begged her affectionate master, and he could not be opposite to her, and he wrote to her in last time on the white marble wall with fiery words:

“Come to the green garden today, sit in your beloved gazebo, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and say this: “Speak to me, my faithful slave.”

And a short time later, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, ran into the green gardens, entered her beloved arbor, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and sat down on a brocade bench; and she says breathlessly, her heart beats like a bird caught, she says these words:

Do not be afraid, my lord, kind, gentle, to frighten me with your voice: after all your favors, I will not be afraid of the roar of an animal; talk to me without fear.

And she heard exactly who sighed behind the pavilion, and a terrible voice rang out, wild and loud, hoarse and hoarse, and even then he spoke in an undertone. At first, the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, shuddered when she heard the voice of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea; her heart was filled with joy.

From that time, from that time, they talked, read, all day long - in the green garden for festivities, in dark forests for skating, and in all high chambers. Only the young daughter of a merchant, a written beauty, will ask:

Are you here, my kind, beloved lord?

The forest beast answers, the miracle of the sea:

Here, my beautiful mistress, your faithful slave, unfailing friend.

How little, how much time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not done soon, - the young daughter of the merchant, the beautiful hand-written, wanted to see with her own eyes the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask him and pray about it. For a long time he does not agree to this, he is afraid to frighten her, and he was such a monster that he could not speak in a fairy tale or write with a pen; not only people, wild animals were always afraid of him and fled to their lairs. And the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, says these words:

Do not ask, do not beg me, my beautiful mistress, my beloved beauty, that I show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. You got used to my voice; we live with you in friendship, in harmony with each other, honor, we are not separated, and you love me for my love for you inexpressible, and when you see me, terrible and disgusting, you will hate me, the unfortunate one, you will drive me out of sight, and in separation from you, I will die of longing.

The young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, did not listen to such speeches, and began to pray even more than before, swearing that she would not be afraid of any monster in the world and that she would not stop loving her gracious master, and said to him these words:

If you are an old man - be my grandfather, if you are a middle-aged man - be my uncle, if you are young - be my brother, and as long as 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 you for the reason that I love you more than myself; I will fulfill your desire, although I know that I will destroy my happiness and die an untimely death. Come to the green garden at gray twilight, when the red sun sets behind the forest, and say: “Show 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 anymore, 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 at the father's, and you will never hear anything about me.

She was not afraid, she was not afraid, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, firmly relied on herself. At that time, without a moment’s hesitation, 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 me, my faithful friend!” - and a forest beast appeared to her from afar, a miracle of the sea: it only passed across the road and disappeared in the thick bushes; and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, did not see the light, threw up her white hands, screamed in a heart-rending voice, and fell unconscious on the road. Yes, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, was terrible: the arms were crooked, the claws of the animal were on the hands, the legs were horse, in front and behind the great camel humps, all hairy from top to bottom, boar tusks protruded from the mouth, a hooked nose, like a golden eagle, and eyes were owls.

After lying down for a long time, not enough time, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful woman, came to her senses, and she heard: someone was crying near her, shedding bitter tears and saying in a pitiful voice:

You ruined me, my beautiful beloved, I won’t see your beautiful face anymore, you won’t even want to hear me, and it’s time for me to die an untimely death.

And she felt pitiful 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 lord is kind and affectionate, I will not be more afraid of your terrible appearance, I will not be separated from you, I will not forget your favors; show me now in your former form; I just got scared for the first time.

A forest animal appeared to her, a miracle of the sea, in its terrible, opposite, ugly form, but did not dare to come close to her, no matter how much she called him; they walked until the dark night and carried on their former conversations, affectionate and reasonable, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, did not feel any fear. The next day she saw a forest beast, a marvel of the sea, in the light of a red sun, and although at first, looking at it, she was frightened, but did not show it, and soon her fear completely disappeared. Then their conversations went on even more than before: day-to-day, almost, they were not separated, at lunch and dinner they were saturated with sugary dishes, cooled off with honey drinks, walked through green gardens, rode without horses through dark forests.

And a lot of time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done. One day, a young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, dreamed in a dream that her father was unwell; and an insatiable longing attacked her, and in that anguish and tears the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, saw her, and he twisted strongly and began to ask: why is she in anguish, in tears? She told him her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to see her dear father and her beloved sisters. And the beast of the forest will speak to her, the miracle of the sea:

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 only I will tell you: if you do not return in exactly three days and three nights, then I will not be in this world, and I will 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 an hour before three days and three nights she would return to his high chambers. She said goodbye to her gentle and merciful master, put on 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; servants and household servants ran up to her, raised a noise and shout; the kind sisters came running and, seeing her, were amazed at her girlish beauty and her royal, royal attire; the whites grabbed her by the arms and led her to the dear father; and the priest lay unwell, unhealthy and unhappy, remembering her day and night, shedding bitter tears; and he did not remember for joy when he saw his daughter, dear, good, handsome, smaller, beloved, and he marveled at her girlish beauty, her royal, royal outfit.

For a long time they kissed, had mercy, consoled themselves with affectionate speeches. She told her dear father and her older, kind sisters, about her life with the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, everything from word to word, not hiding a crumb. And the honest merchant rejoiced at her rich, royal, royal life, and marveled at how she was used 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. The older sisters, hearing about the untold riches of the younger sister and about her royal power over her master, as if over her slave, the Indian became envious.

The day passes like a single hour, another day passes like a minute, and on the third day they began to persuade the younger sister of the older sisters so that she would not turn back to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea. “Let him die, there is dear to him ...” And the dear guest, the younger sister, was angry with the older sisters, and said to them these words:

If I pay my good and affectionate master for all his favors and hot, unspeakable love with his fierce death, then I will not be worth living in this world, and then I should be given to wild animals to be torn to pieces.

And her father, an honest merchant, praised her for such good speeches, and it was supposed that exactly an hour before the deadline she returned to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, a good daughter, handsome, smaller, beloved. 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 servants of the yard, did not know that.

And when he came real hour, the young merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written, began to have a heart ache and ache, something exactly began to wash her away, and she looks every now and then at her father's watch, English, German - but still she embarks on a long journey. And the sisters talk to her, ask about this and that, detain her. However, her heart could not bear it; the younger daughter, beloved, beautifully written, with an honest merchant, a dear father, took her parental blessing from him, said goodbye to her older, kind sisters, faithful servants, servants of the yard, and, without waiting for a single minute before the appointed hour, put on a gold ring on right little finger and found herself in a white-stone palace, in the chambers of a tall 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 the songs of paradise, the fountains of water did not beat, and spring springs did not rustle, music did not play in the high chambers. The heart of the merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, trembled, she sensed something unkind; she ran around the high chambers and green gardens, calling in a loud voice to her kind master - nowhere is there an answer, no greeting, and no voice of obedience. She ran to the ant hillock, where her favorite scarlet flower flaunted, and she sees that the forest animal, the miracle of the sea, lies on the hillock, clasping the scarlet flower with its ugly paws. And it seemed to her that he fell asleep, waiting for her, and now he is sleeping sound sleep. The merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, began to wake him up slowly - he does not hear; she began to wake him up stronger, grabbed him by the shaggy paw - and sees that the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is lifeless, lies dead ...

Her clear eyes became dimmed, her frisky legs gave way, she fell on her knees, hugged the head of her good lord, her ugly and nasty head, with her white hands, and yelled in a heart-rending voice:

You get up, wake up, my hearty friend, I love you as a desired groom! ..

And as soon as she uttered such words, lightning flashed from all sides, the earth shook from a great thunder, a stone thunderbolt struck the ant hillock, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, fell unconscious. How much, how little time she lay without memory - I do not know; only, waking up, she sees herself in a high, white marble chamber, she sits on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince hugs her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown, in gold-forged clothes; in front of him stands his father with his sisters, and a great retinue kneeling around him, all dressed in gold and silver brocades. And the young prince will speak to her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown:

You fell in love with me, darling 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 deceased parent, a glorious and powerful king, stole me, still a minor, and with her satanic witchcraft, with unclean power, turned me into a terrible monster and cast such a spell to live in such an ugly form, opposite and terrible for everyone. man, for every creature of God, until there is a red maiden, no matter what kind and rank she may be, and she will love me in the form of a monster and wish to be my lawful wife - and then all witchcraft will end, and I will again become a young man and handsome. And I lived as such a monster and a scarecrow for exactly thirty years, and I lured into my palace enchanted eleven red maidens, you were the twelfth. None of them loved me for my caresses and indulgences, for my good soul. You alone loved me, a disgusting and ugly monster, for my caresses and pleasing, for my good soul, for my inexpressible love for you, and for that you will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in a mighty kingdom.

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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent person.

He had a lot of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is 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 his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.

So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:

My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I am going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I will travel, I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period of time to think for three days, 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 kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet, and the first one said to him:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I’ll bring you such a “oh crown; I know such a person by the sea who will get me such a” crown; and one overseas princess has it, and he is hidden in a stone pantry and there is that pantry in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks.

The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a tuval2 made of oriental crystal, solid, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred sazhens, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night, with a naked damask saber, and the keys to those iron doors are worn by the princess on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette.

Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no opposite.

The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitz necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:

Well, you gave me a job harder than my sisters; if you know what to look for, then how not to find, but how to find what you yourself do not know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but do not look for a hotel.

And he let his daughters go, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his goods at exorbitant prices, buys others at exorbitant prices; he exchanges a commodity for a commodity and a similar one, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent home.

Sergei AKSAKOV

THE SCARLET FLOWER

Tale of the housekeeper Pelageya

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent person.

He had a lot of all sorts of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury, and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is 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 there was no one to love him; he loved his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.

So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:

“My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I’m going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I’ll travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period to think for three days, 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 kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet and said to him first:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:

“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man across the sea who will get me such a crown; and there is one overseas princess, and he is hidden in a stone pantry, and that pantry is in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: yes, there is no opposite for my treasury.

The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a toilette made of oriental crystal, whole, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.

The merchant honestly thought about it, and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:

“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night with a naked damask saber, and the queen wears the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no contrary.

The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitsky necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me The Scarlet Flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:

“Well, you gave me a job harder than my sister’s: if you know what to look for, then how not to find it, but how to find what you yourself don’t know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but don’t look for a hotel.”

And he let his daughters go, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his own commodities at exorbitant prices, buys others' commodities at exorbitant prices, he exchanges commodities for commodities and the like, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent 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 the heavenly places is visible, and, looking into it, the girlish beauty does not grow old, but is added. He just cannot find the treasured gift for the smaller, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

He found in the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's many scarlet flowers of such beauty that one cannot say in a fairy tale or write with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantees that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he doesn't think so either. Here he is going along the road with his faithful servants through loose sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurman, Turkish and Indian, flew at him, and, seeing the imminent misfortune, the honest merchant abandons his rich caravans with his servants. faithful and flees into the dark forests. “Let the fierce beasts tear me to pieces, than to fall into the hands of robbers, filthy 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 in front of him, and often the bushes move apart. Looks back. - arms? do not slip through, looks to the right - stumps and decks, a slanting hare cannot slip through, looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant marvels, he thinks he won’t come up with what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he himself goes on and on: he has a tornado road under his feet. He goes day from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hissing of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: exactly around him everything died out. Here comes the dark night; around him at least gouge out an eye, but under his feet it is light. Here he goes, read it, until midnight, and he began to see ahead like a glow, and he thought: “It can be seen that the forest is on fire, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”

He turned back - you can’t go, to the right, to the left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road is tortuous. "Let me stand in one place - maybe the glow will go in the other direction, al away from me, al will go out completely."

So he became, waiting; Yes, it wasn’t there: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and as if around him it became brighter; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. There can be no two deaths, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The farther it goes, the brighter it becomes, and it became, read, like broad daylight, and you don’t hear the noise and cod 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 chamber, not a chamber, but a royal or royal palace all on fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but you can’t see the fire; the sun is exactly red, it’s hard for the eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are closed, and consonant music is playing in it, such as he has never heard.

Sergei AKSAKOV

THE SCARLET FLOWER

Tale of the housekeeper Pelageya

He had a lot of all sorts of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury, and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is 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 there was no one to love him; he loved his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.

So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:

“My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I’m going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I’ll travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period to think for three days, 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 kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet and said to him first:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:

“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will bring you such a crown; I know a man across the sea who will get me such a crown; and there is one overseas princess, and he is hidden in a stone pantry, and that pantry is in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: yes, there is no opposite for my treasury.

The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a toilette made of oriental crystal, whole, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:

“Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred fathoms, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night with a naked damask saber, and the queen wears the keys to those iron doors on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no contrary.

The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:

“Sir, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitsky necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me The Scarlet Flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:

“Well, you gave me a job harder than my sister’s: if you know what to look for, then how not to find it, but how to find what you yourself don’t know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but don’t look for a hotel.”

And he let his daughters go, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his own commodities at exorbitant prices, buys others' commodities at exorbitant prices, he exchanges commodities for commodities and the like, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent 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 the heavenly places is visible, and, looking into it, the girlish beauty does not grow old, but is added. He just cannot find the treasured gift for the smaller, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

He found in the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's many scarlet flowers of such beauty that one cannot say in a fairy tale or write with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantees that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he doesn't think so either. Here he is going along the road with his faithful servants through loose sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurman, Turkish and Indian, flew at him, and, seeing the imminent misfortune, the honest merchant abandons his rich caravans with his servants. faithful and flees into the dark forests. “Let the fierce beasts tear me to pieces, than to fall into the hands of robbers, filthy 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 in front of him, and often the bushes move apart. Looks back. - do not stick your hands in, looks to the right - kick and decks, a slanting hare cannot slip through, looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant marvels, he thinks he won’t come up with what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he himself goes on and on: he has a tornado road under his feet. He goes day from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hissing of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: exactly around him everything died out. Here comes the dark night; around him at least gouge out an eye, but under his feet it is light. Here he goes, read it, until midnight, and he began to see ahead like a glow, and he thought: “It can be seen that the forest is on fire, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?”

He turned back - you can’t go, to the right, to the left - you can’t go; leaned forward - the road is tortuous. "Let me stand in one place - maybe the glow will go in the other direction, al away from me, al will go out completely."

So he became, waiting; Yes, it wasn’t there: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and as if around him it became brighter; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. There can be no two deaths, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The farther it goes, the brighter it becomes, and it became, read, like broad daylight, and you don’t hear the noise and cod 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 chamber, not a chamber, but a royal or royal palace all on fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but you can’t see the fire; the sun is exactly red, it’s hard for the eyes to look at it. All the windows in the palace are closed, and consonant music is playing in it, such as he has never heard.

He enters into a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road went from white marble, and fountains of water, high, large and small, beat on the sides. He enters the palace by a staircase lined with crimson cloth, with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there is no one; in another, in the third - there is no one; in the fifth, tenth - there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unseen: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.

The honest merchant marvels at such unspeakable wealth, and twice as much that there is no owner; not only the master, and there are no servants; and the music plays incessantly; and at that time he thought to himself: "Everything is fine, but there is nothing to eat" - and a table appeared in front of him, cleaned and disassembled: sugar dishes, and overseas wines, and honey drinks stand in gold and silver dishes. 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 is impossible to say - just look that you will swallow your tongue, and he, walking through the forests and sands, is very hungry; he got up from the table, and there was no one to bow to and say thank you for the bread for the salt. Before he had time to get up and look around, the table with food was gone, and the music played incessantly.

An honest merchant marvels at such a wonderful miracle and such a marvelous diva, and he walks around the decorated chambers and admires, and he himself thinks: “It would be nice now to sleep and snore” - and he sees a carved bed, made of pure gold, on crystal legs, standing in front of him, with a silver canopy, with a fringe and pearl tassels; down jacket on it like a mountain lies, down soft, swan's.

The merchant marvels at such a new, new and wonderful miracle; he lays down on a high bed, pulls the silver canopy and sees that it is thin and soft, like silk. It became dark in the ward, exactly at twilight, and the music seemed to be playing from a distance, and he thought: “Oh, if only I could see my daughters even in a dream!” - and fell asleep at the same moment.

The merchant wakes up, and the sun has already risen above a standing tree. The merchant woke up, and suddenly he couldn’t come to his senses: all night long he dreamed of his amiable, good and pretty daughters, and he saw his elder daughters: the eldest and the middle one, that they were cheerful, cheerful, and sad one daughter was smaller, beloved; 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 younger daughter, beloved, a beauty written, does not want to hear about suitors until her dear father returns. And it became in his soul both joyful and not joyful.

He got up from the high bed, everything was prepared for him, and a fountain of water beats into a crystal bowl; he dresses, washes, and does not marvel at a new miracle: tea and coffee are on the table, and with them a sugar snack. Having prayed to God, he ate his fill, and he again began to walk around the wards, so that he could admire them again in the light of the red sun. Everything seemed better to him than yesterday. Here he sees through the open windows, that outlandish, fruitful gardens are planted around the palace, and flowers bloom of indescribable beauty. He wanted to take a walk in those gardens.

He descends another staircase of green marble, of copper malachite, with gilded railings, descends straight into green gardens. He walks and admires: ripe, ruddy fruits hang on the trees, they ask for their own mouths, indus, looking at them, salivating; beautiful flowers bloom, Terry, fragrant, painted with all sorts of colors; birds fly like never before: as if lined with gold and silver on green and crimson velvet, they sing songs of paradise; fountains of water beat high, indus to look at their height - the head throws back; and the spring keys run and rustle along the crystal decks.

An honest merchant walks, marveling; his eyes wandered at all such curiosities, and he did not know what to look at and whom to listen to. Whether he walked so much, how little time - it is not known: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. And suddenly he sees, on a green hillock, a flower blooms with the color of scarlet, beauty unprecedented and unheard of, which cannot be said in a fairy tale, nor written with a pen. An honest merchant's spirit is engaged; he approaches that flower; the smell of a flower runs smoothly throughout the garden; the merchant's hands and feet trembled, and he exclaimed in a joyful voice:

“Here is a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful than the white world, which my younger, beloved daughter asked me for.”

And having spoken these words, he went up and plucked a scarlet flower. At that very moment, without any clouds, lightning flashed and thunder struck, the Indian earth shook underfoot, and, as if from the earth, the beast grew in front of the merchant, not a beast, a man not a man, but some kind of monster, terrible and furry and he roared in a wild voice:

"What did you do? How dare you pluck my reserved, favorite flower in my garden? I kept him more than the apple of my eye and consoled myself every day, looking at him, and you deprived me of all the joy in my life. I am the owner of the palace and the garden, I received you as a dear and invited guest, fed, watered and put you to bed, and you somehow paid for my good? Know your bitter fate: you will die for your guilt an untimely death! .. "

"You shall die an untimely death!"

An honest merchant, out of fear, did not come to his teeth, he looked around and saw that from all sides, from under every tree and bush, from water, from the earth, an unclean and innumerable force was climbing towards him, all ugly monsters. He fell on his knees before his big master, a furry monster, and exclaimed in a plaintive voice:

“Oh, you are that thou, 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 insolence, do not order me to be cut 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 semi-precious crown, for the middle daughter - a crystal toilette, and for the younger daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in the world. I found a gift for the eldest daughters, but I could not find a gift for the younger daughter; I saw such a gift in your garden - a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful in the world, and I thought that such an owner, rich, rich, glorious and powerful, would not feel sorry for the scarlet flower, which my younger daughter, 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 for the gift of my smaller, beloved daughter. I will pay you the gold treasury that you require.

Laughter resounded through the forest, as if thunder rumbled, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to the merchant:

“I don’t need your golden treasury: I have nowhere to put mine. You have no mercy 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 little scarlet flower, if you give me an honest merchant’s word and a note of your hand that you will send one of your daughters instead of yourself, good, pretty; I will do no offense to her, but she will live with me in honor and freedom, as you yourself lived in my palace. It has become boring for me to live alone, and I want to get myself a comrade.

And so the merchant fell on the damp earth, shedding bitter tears; and he will look at the beast of the forest, at the miracle of the sea, and he will also remember his daughters, good, handsome, 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 will exclaim in a plaintive voice:

“Honest lord, forest beast, sea miracle! And what should I do if my daughters, good and handsome, do not want to go to you of their own free will? Do not tie my hands and feet to them and send them by force? Yes, and how to get to you? I went to you for exactly two years, and in 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, with 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 by a cruel death. And how to come to me is not your problem; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever puts it on the right little finger, he will find himself where he wants, in a single moment. I give you time to stay at home for three days and three nights.

The merchant thought and thought a strong thought 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 for death as a Christian and return to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea.” There was no falsehood in his mind, and therefore he told what he had on his mind. The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, already knew them; seeing his truth, he did not take the handwritten note from him, but removed the golden 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, as he found himself at the gate 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 against the former. There was a noise and hubbub in the house, the daughters jumped up from behind their hoops, and they embroidered silk fly with silver and gold; they began to kiss their father, to pardon and call him by various affectionate names, 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. The eldest daughters began to interrogate him if 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 you open to me your grief of the heart.

And then the honest merchant will say to his daughters, dear, good and comely:

“I did not lose my great wealth, but I made three or four times the treasury; but I have another sadness, and I will tell you about it tomorrow, but today we will have fun.

He ordered to bring travel chests, bound with iron; he took out for his eldest daughter a golden crown, Arabian gold, does not burn on fire, does not rust in water, with semi-precious stones; takes out a gift for the middle daughter, a toilet for the crystal of the east; takes out a gift for the younger daughter, a golden jug with a scarlet flower. The eldest daughters went crazy with joy, took their gifts to the tall towers, and there in the open they amused themselves to their fill. Only the younger daughter, beloved, seeing the scarlet flower, trembled all over and wept, as if something had stung her heart. When 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 the world. ”

The smaller daughter took the little scarlet flower exactly reluctantly, kisses her father's hands, and she herself cries with burning tears. Soon the older daughters came running, they tried their father's gifts and cannot come to their senses with joy. Then they all sat down at oak tables, at tablecloths for sugar dishes, for honey drinks; They began to eat, drink, cool down, console themselves with affectionate speeches.

In the evening, the guests came in large numbers, and the merchant's house became full of dear guests, relatives, saints, hangers-on. The conversation continued until midnight, and such was the evening feast, which an honest merchant had never seen in his house, and where everything came from, he could not guess, and everyone marveled at it: both gold and silver dishes, and outlandish dishes, which never before not seen in the house.

In the 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 a cruel death and go to live with the forest beast, with the miracle of the sea? The eldest daughter flatly refused and said:

The honest merchant called another daughter, the middle one, to her, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from a fierce death and go to live with the forest beast, 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 younger daughter and began to tell her everything, everything from word to word, and before he had finished his speech, the younger, beloved daughter knelt before him and said:

“Bless me, my dear sovereign father: I will go to the forest beast, 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 embraced his younger daughter, his beloved, and said to her these words:

“My dear, good, handsome, smaller and beloved daughter, may my parental blessing be upon you that you rescue your father from a fierce death and, of your good will and desire, go to a life opposite to a terrible forest beast, a miracle of the sea. You will live in his palace, in wealth and great freedom; but where is that palace - no one knows, no one knows, and there is no way to it either on horseback, or on foot, or a jumping beast or a migratory bird. We will not hear or hear from you, and even more so from us. And how can I live out my bitter age, not seeing your face, not hearing your affectionate speeches? I part with you forever and ever, even as you live, I bury you in the ground.

And the younger daughter, beloved, will say to her father:

“Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear sir, dear father; my life will be rich, free: I will not be afraid of the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, I will serve him faithfully, fulfill his will of the master, and maybe he will take pity on me. Do not mourn me alive, as if dead: maybe, God willing, I will return to you.

The honest merchant cries, weeps, he is not comforted by such speeches.

The older sisters, the big one and the middle one, come running, crying all over the house: you see, it hurts them to feel sorry for the younger sister, beloved; and the younger sister does not seem sad, does not cry, does not groan, and the unknown is going on a long journey. And he takes with him a scarlet flower in a gilded jug.

The third day and the third night passed, the time came for the honest merchant to part, to part with the younger daughter, beloved; he kisses, pardons her, pours burning tears over her and places his parental blessing on the cross. He takes out the ring of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, from the forged casket, puts the ring on the right little finger of the younger, beloved daughter - and she was gone in the same minute with all her belongings.

She found herself in the palace of a forest animal, a miracle of the sea, in high, stone chambers, on a bed of carved gold with crystal legs, on a down jacket of swan's down covered with golden damask, she didn’t leave her place, she lived here for a century, she lay flat rest and wake up. The consonant music began to play, which she had never heard before.

She got up from her downy bed and saw that all her belongings and a little scarlet flower in a gilded jug were right there, laid out and arranged on tables of green copper malachite, and that in that ward there was a lot of goods and belongings of all kinds, there was something to sit, lie down, eat what to wear, what to look at. And there was one wall all mirrored, and the other wall gilded, and the third wall all silver, and the fourth wall made of ivory and mammoth bone, all dismantled with semi-precious yahonts; and she thought, "This must be my bedchamber."

She wanted to inspect the whole palace, and she went to inspect all its high chambers, and she walked for a long time, admiring all the curiosities; one chamber was more beautiful than the other, and more beautiful than that, as the honest merchant, the sovereign of her dear father, told. She took her favorite scarlet flower from a gilded jar, she descended 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 exactly before her; fountains of water gushed above and the spring springs rustled louder; and she found that high place, a murky hillock, on which the honest merchant plucked a scarlet flower, the most beautiful of which is not in the world. And she took out that scarlet flower from a gilded jug and wanted to plant it in its former place; but he himself flew out of her hands and grew to the former stem and blossomed more beautifully than before.

She marveled at such a wonderful miracle, marvelous marvel, rejoiced at her scarlet, cherished flower, and went back to her palace chambers; and in one of them the table is set, and as soon as she thought: “It can be seen, the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is not angry with me, and he will be merciful to me,” when fiery words appeared on the white marble wall:

“I am not your master, but an obedient servant. You are my mistress, and whatever you wish, whatever comes to your mind, I will fulfill with pleasure.

She read the fiery words, and they disappeared from the white marble wall, as if they had never been there. And she thought to write a letter to her parent and give him news about herself. Before she had time to think about it, she sees a paper in front of her, a golden pen with an inkwell. She writes a letter to her dear father and her beloved sisters:

“Do not cry for me, do not 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 myself, but he writes to me on the white marble wall with fiery words; and he knows everything that is on my mind, and at the same moment he fulfills everything, and he does not want to be called my master, but he calls me his mistress.

No sooner had she written the letter and sealed it with a seal than the letter vanished from her hands and from her eyes, as if it had never been there. The music began to play more than ever, sugar dishes, honey drinks, all the crockery of pure gold appeared on the table. She sat down at the table cheerfully, although she never dined alone; she ate, drank, cooled herself, amused herself with music. After dinner, having eaten, she lay down to rest; the music began to play quieter and further away - for the reason that it should not interfere with her sleep.

After sleep, she got up cheerfully and went again to walk through the green gardens, because before dinner she had not had time to go around even half of them, to look at all their curiosities. All trees, bushes and flowers bowed before her, and ripe fruits - pears, peaches and bulk apples - climbed into her mouth. After a long time, read until evening, she returned to her high chambers, and she sees: the table is laid, and on the table there are sugar dishes and honey drinks, and all are excellent.

After supper, she entered that white marble chamber where she read fiery words on the wall, and she sees the same fiery words again on the same wall:

“Is my lady satisfied with her gardens and chambers, food and servants?”

“Do not call me your mistress, but always be my kind master, affectionate and merciful. I will never act out of your will. Thank you for all your food. It is better not to find your lofty chambers and your green gardens in this world: then how can I not be pleased? I have never seen such wonders in my life. I still won’t come to my senses from such a diva, only 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 mistress: 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, take care of you day and night: we won’t let the wind blow on you, we won’t let a speck of dust sit down.

And she went to rest in the bedchamber of her young daughter, a merchant, a beautiful woman, and she sees: her hay girl, faithful and beloved, is standing by the bed, and she is standing a little alive from fear; and she rejoiced at her mistress, and kissed her white hands, embraced her frisky feet. The lady was also glad to see her, and began to question her about her dear father, about her elder sisters, and about all her maiden servants; after that she began to tell herself what had happened to her at that time; so they did not sleep until the white dawn.

And so the young daughter of a merchant, a hand-written beauty, 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 to say, nor to write with a pen; every day, new, excellent treats of fun: riding, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness through dark forests; and those forests parted before her and gave her a wide, wide and smooth road. And she began to do needlework, girlish needlework, embroider fly with silver and gold and string fringes with frequent pearls; she began to send gifts to her dear father, and she gave the richest fly to her owner, affectionate, and also to that forest animal, a miracle of the sea; and day by day she began to walk more often in the white marble hall, speak affectionate speeches to her gracious master and read his answers and greetings on the wall in fiery words.

You never know, how much time has passed by that time: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done, - the young daughter of a merchant, a written beauty, began to get used to her life and being; she no longer marvels at anything, fears nothing; invisible servants serve her, serve, receive, ride in chariots without horses, play music and fulfill 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 the fiery words.

She began to pray and ask him about it; yes, the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, does not soon agree to her request, fears to frighten her with his voice; she begged, she begged her gentle master, and he could not resist 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 arbor, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and say this:“ Speak to me, my faithful slave.

And a short time later, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, ran into the green gardens, entered her beloved arbor, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and sat down on a brocade bench; and she says breathlessly, her heart beats like a bird caught, she says these words:

“Do not be afraid, my lord, kind, gentle, to frighten me with your voice: after all your favors, I will not be afraid of the roar of an animal; don't be afraid to talk to me."

And she heard exactly who sighed behind the pavilion, and a terrible voice rang out, wild and loud, hoarse and hoarse, and even then he spoke in an undertone. At first, the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, shuddered when she heard the voice of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea; her heart was filled with joy.

From that time, from that time, they talked, read, all day long - in the green garden for festivities, in dark forests for skating, and in all high chambers. Only the young daughter of a merchant, a written beauty, will ask:

The forest beast answers, the miracle of the sea:

How little, how much time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not done soon, - the young daughter of the merchant, the beautiful hand-written, wanted to see with her own eyes the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask him and pray about it. For a long time he does not agree to this, he is afraid to frighten her, and he was such a monster that he could not speak in a fairy tale or write with a pen; not only people, wild animals were always afraid of him and fled to their lairs. And the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, says these words:

“Do not ask, do not beg me, my beautiful mistress, my beloved beauty, so that I show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. You got used to my voice; we live with you in friendship, in harmony with each other, honor, we are not separated, and you love me for my love for you inexpressible, and when you see me, terrible and disgusting, you will hate me, unfortunate, you will drive me out of sight, and in separation from you, I will die of longing.

The young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, did not listen to such speeches, and began to pray even more than before, swearing that she would not be afraid of any monster in the world and that she would not stop loving her gracious master, and said to him these words:

“If you are an old man, be my grandfather, if you are a middle man, be my uncle, if you are young, be my brother, and as long as I am alive, be my heart 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 destroy my happiness and die an untimely death. Come to the green garden at gray twilight, when the red sun sets behind the forest, and say: “Show me, faithful friend!” - and I will show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. And if it becomes unbearable for you to stay with me anymore, 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 at the father's, and you will never hear anything about me.

She was not afraid, she was not afraid, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, firmly relied on herself. At that time, without a moment’s hesitation, 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 me, my faithful friend!” - and a forest beast appeared to her from afar, a miracle of the sea: it only passed across the road and disappeared in the thick bushes; and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, did not see the light, threw up her white hands, screamed in a heart-rending voice, and fell unconscious on the road. Yes, and the beast of the forest, a miracle of the sea, was terrible: the arms were crooked, the claws of the animal were on the hands, the legs were horse, in front and behind the great camel humps, all hairy from top to bottom, boar tusks protruded from the mouth, the nose was hooked, like a golden eagle, and the eyes were owl.

After lying down for a long time, not enough time, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful woman, came to her senses, and she heard: someone was crying near her, shedding bitter tears and saying in a pitiful voice:

“You ruined me, my beautiful beloved, I won’t see your beautiful face anymore, you won’t even want to hear me, and it’s time for me to die an untimely death.”

And she felt pitiful 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 lord is kind and affectionate, I will not be more afraid of your terrible appearance, I will not be separated from you, I will not forget your favors; show me now in your former form; I just got scared for the first time."

A forest animal appeared to her, a miracle of the sea, in its terrible, opposite, ugly form, but did not dare to come close to her, no matter how much she called him; they walked until the dark night and carried on their former conversations, affectionate and reasonable, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written, did not feel any fear. The next day she saw a forest beast, a marvel of the sea, in the light of a red sun, and although at first, looking at it, she was frightened, but did not show it, and soon her fear completely disappeared. Then their conversations went on even more than before: day-to-day, almost, they were not separated, at lunch and dinner they were saturated with sugary dishes, cooled off with honey drinks, walked through green gardens, rode without horses through dark forests.

And a lot of time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done. One day, a young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, dreamed in a dream that her father was unwell; and an insatiable longing attacked her, and in that anguish and tears the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, saw her, and he twisted strongly and began to ask: why is she in anguish, in tears? She told him her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to see her dear father and her beloved sisters. And the beast of the forest will speak to her, the miracle of the sea:

“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 only I will tell you: if you do not return in exactly three days and three nights, then I will not be in this world, and I will 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 an hour before three days and three nights she would return to his high chambers. She said goodbye to her gentle and merciful master, put on 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 yard ran up to her, raised a noise and shout; the kind sisters came running and, seeing her, were amazed at her girlish beauty and her royal, royal attire; the whites grabbed her by the arms and led her to the dear father; and the priest lay unwell, unhealthy and unhappy, remembering her day and night, shedding bitter tears; and he did not remember for joy when he saw his daughter, dear, good, handsome, smaller, beloved, and he marveled at her girlish beauty, her royal, royal outfit.

For a long time they kissed, had mercy, consoled themselves with affectionate speeches. She told her dear father and her older, kind sisters, about her life with the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, everything from word to word, not hiding a crumb. And the honest merchant rejoiced at her rich, royal, royal life, and marveled at how she was used 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. The older sisters, hearing about the untold riches of the younger sister and about her royal power over her master, as if over her slave, the Indian became envious.

The day passes like a single hour, another day passes like a minute, and on the third day they began to persuade the younger sister of the older sisters so that she would not turn back to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea. “Let him die, there is dear to him ...” And the dear guest, the younger sister, was angry with the older sisters, and said to them these words:

“If I pay my lord, kind and gentle, for all his favors and hot, unspeakable love with a fierce death, then I won’t be worth living in this world, and then it’s worth giving me to wild animals to be torn to pieces.”

And her father, an honest merchant, praised her for such good speeches, and it was supposed that exactly an hour before the deadline she returned to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, a good daughter, handsome, smaller, beloved. 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 servants of the yard, did not know that.

And when the real hour came, the young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, began to have a heart ache and ache, just something began to wash her away, and she looked at her father's watch, English, German, - but still she set off into the distant way. And the sisters talk to her, ask about this and that, detain her. However, her heart could not bear it; the younger daughter, beloved, beautifully written, with an honest merchant, a dear father, took her parental blessing from him, said goodbye to her older, kind sisters, faithful servants, servants of the yard, and, without waiting for a single minute before the appointed hour, put on a gold ring on right little finger and found herself in a white-stone palace, in the chambers of a tall 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 before the appointed time by 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 the songs of paradise, the fountains of water did not beat, and spring springs did not rustle, music did not play in the high chambers. The heart of the merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, trembled, she sensed something unkind; she ran around the high chambers and green gardens, calling in a loud voice to her kind master - nowhere is there an answer, no greeting, and no voice of obedience. She ran to the ant hillock, where her favorite scarlet flower flaunted, and she sees that the forest animal, the miracle of the sea, lies on the hillock, clasping the scarlet flower with its ugly paws. And it seemed to her that he had fallen asleep, waiting for her, and now he was sleeping soundly. The merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, began to wake him up slowly - he does not hear; she began to wake him up stronger, grabbed him by the shaggy paw - and sees that the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is lifeless, lies dead ...

Her clear eyes became dimmed, her frisky legs gave way, she fell on her knees, hugged the head of her good lord, her ugly and nasty head, with her white hands, and yelled in a heart-rending voice:

"Get up, wake up, my hearty Friend, I love you as a desired groom! .."

And as soon as she uttered such words, lightning flashed from all sides, the earth shook from a great thunder, a stone thunder arrow struck the ant hillock, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, fell unconscious. How much, how little time she lay without memory - I do not know; only, waking up, she sees herself in a high, white marble chamber, she sits on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince hugs her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown, in gold-forged clothes; in front of him stands his father with his sisters, and a great retinue kneeling around him, all dressed in gold and silver brocades. And the young prince will speak to her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown:

“You loved me, darling 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 deceased parent, the glorious and mighty king, stole me, still a minor, and with her satanic witchcraft, with unclean power, turned me into a terrible monster and cast such a spell to live on me in such an ugly form, opposite and terrible for everyone. man, for every creature of God, until there is a red maiden, no matter what kind and rank she may be, and she will love me in the form of a monster and wish to be my lawful wife - and then all witchcraft will end, and I will again become a young man and handsome. And I lived as such a monster and a scarecrow for exactly thirty years, and I lured into my palace enchanted eleven red maidens, you were the twelfth. None of them loved me for my caresses and indulgences, for my good soul. You alone loved me, a disgusting and ugly monster, for my caresses and pleasing, for my good soul, for my inexpressible love for you, and for that you will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in a mighty kingdom.

Crimson - bright red.

Dishes - food, dishes.

Without hesitation - without doubt, without fear.

Keep more than the apple of your eye - protect, store something more than your eyes.

Manual entry - receipt.

Started - started.

Branaya tablecloth - a tablecloth woven with patterns.

Pryskuchy - swift, fast.

Kamka is a silk colored fabric with patterns.

The hay girl is a maid.