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The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish

The old man with his old woman lived
At the very blue sea;
They lived in a dilapidated dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man caught a fish with a net,
The old woman spun her yarn.
Since he threw a net into the sea, -
A net came with one tina.
Another time he threw a net, -
A net with a sea of sea came.
He threw a net for the third time, -
A net came with one fish.
With a difficult fish - gold.
How the goldfish will be killed!
He says in his voice by man:

"Let me let go, older, me at sea,
Dear for myself, I will give a rage:
I’ll buy it than you wish. ”
The old man was surprised, scared:
He fished for thirty years and three years
And he did not hear the fish to speak.
He released the fish gold
And told her an affectionate word:
"God with you, goldfish!
I don't need your heart out;
Go to your blue sea
Walk there in the open. "

The old man returned to the old woman
He told her a great miracle.
"I caught a fish today,
Gold fish, not simple;
In our opinion, the fish said
The blue asked home in the sea,
At a price, it was bought off:
I bought off what I only wish.
Did not dare to take a ransom from her;
So he let her into the blue sea. "
The old man old man climbed:
"You are foolish, a simpleton!
You did not know how to take the ransom from the fish!
If only you would take a trough from her,
Ours completely split. "

He went to the blue sea;
He sees - the sea was slightly played out.
He began to click a goldfish,
The fish sailed to it and asked:
"What do you need, older?"
The old man replies to her with a bow:
"Have mercy, sovereign fish,
My old woman extended me.
Does not give the old man my rest:
She needs a new trough;
Ours completely split. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go to yourself with God,
You will be a new trough. "
The old man returned to the old woman
The old woman has a new trough.
Even more than the old woman is scolding:
"You are foolish, a simpleton!
He asked, fool, trough!
Is there a lot of self -interest in the trough?
Turn, fool, you are to the fish;
Bow to her, begging the hut. "

He went to the blue sea,
(The blue sea was clouded.)
He began to click a goldfish,
The fish sailed to it, asked:
"What do you need, older?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
"Have mercy, sovereign fish!
Even more than the old woman is scolding
Does not give the old man my rest:
The hut is asking for a grumpy woman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, go to yourself with God,
So be it: you will already be a hut. "
He went to his dugout,
But the dugout is not a trace;
In front of him is a hut with a rag,
With a brick, whiten pipe,
With oak, chering gates.
The old woman sits under the window
What is the light of the husband scolds:
"You are foolish, a straight simpleton!
Aracked, a simpleton, a hut!
Back, bow to the fish:
I don't want to be a black peasant
I want to be a pillar of a nobleman. "

The old man went to the blue sea;
(Not calmly blue sea.)
He began to click a goldfish.
The fish sailed to it, asked:
"What do you need, older?"
The old man answers her with a bow:
"Have mercy; Sovereign Rybka!
More than the former old woman, she swept;
Does not give the old man my rest:
She doesn’t want to be a peasant,
He wants to be a pillar of a nobleman. "
The goldfish answers:
"Do not be sad, step with God."

The old man returned to the old woman.
What does he see? High tower.
His old woman stands on the porch
In the expensive sable of the murderer,
Brocade on the top of the kichka,
Pearls loaded the neck
Golden rings are in the hands,
Red boots are on the feet.
There are zealous servants in front of her;
She beats them, drags them for Chuprun.
The old man says his old woman:
"Hello, the Baryna-Sudaryn noblewoman.
Tea; Now your darling is happy. "
The old woman shouted at him
At the stable, she sent him to serve.

Here is a week, the other passes
Even more than the old woman