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The Snow Maiden is a Russian folk tale.

Snegurochka (Snegurushka) is a Russian folk tale about a girl fashioned from snow by her grandfather and woman... On our website you can familiarize yourself with two versions of this folk tale.

Snow Maiden read

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. We lived well, amicably. Everything would be fine, but one misfortune - they didn’t have children.

Now the snowy winter has come, there are snowdrifts up to the waist, the children pour out into the street to play, and the old man and the old woman look at them from the window and think about their grief.

“Well, old woman,” says the old man, “let’s make ourselves a daughter out of snow.”

Come on, says the old woman.

The old man put on his hat, they went out into the garden and began to sculpt a daughter out of the snow. They rolled a snowball, fitted the arms and legs, and placed a snowy head on top. The old man sculpted a nose, mouth, and chin.

Lo and behold, the Snow Maiden’s lips turned pink and her eyes opened; she looks at the old people and smiles. Then she nodded her head, moved her arms and legs, shook off the snow - and a living girl came out of the snowdrift.

The old people were delighted and brought her to the hut. They look at her and can’t stop admiring her.

And the old people’s daughter began to grow by leaps and bounds; every day it becomes more and more beautiful. She herself is as white as snow, her braid is brown to the waist, but there is no blush at all.

The old people are not overjoyed at their daughter; they dote on her. My daughter is growing up smart, smart, and cheerful. Affectionate and friendly with everyone. And the Snow Maiden’s work is progressing in her hands, and when she sings a song, you will be heard.

Winter has passed. The spring sun has begun to warm up. The grass in the thawed patches turned green and the larks began to sing.

And the Snow Maiden suddenly became sad.

What's wrong with you, daughter? - asks the old man. - Why have you become so sad? Or can't you?

Nothing, father, nothing, mother, I’m healthy.

The last snow has melted, the flowers have bloomed in the meadows, and the birds have flown in.

And the Snow Maiden is becoming sadder and more silent day by day. Hiding from the sun. She would like some shade and some cool air, or even better, some rain.

Once a black cloud moved in, large hail fell. The Snow Maiden rejoiced at the hail, like rolling pearls. And when the sun came out again and the hail melted, the Snow Maiden began to cry, so bitterly, like a sister by a brother.

After spring, summer came. The girls gathered for a walk in the grove, calling the Snow Maiden:

Come with us, Snow Maiden, for a walk in the forest, sing songs, dance.

The Snow Maiden didn’t want to go into the forest, but the old woman persuaded her:

Go, daughter, have fun with your friends!

The girls and the Snow Maiden came to the forest. They began to collect flowers, weave wreaths, sing songs, and lead round dances. Only Snow Maiden is still sad.

And as soon as it got light, they gathered some brushwood, built a fire, and started jumping over the fire one after another. Behind everyone, the Snow Maiden stood up.

She ran in her turn to fetch her friends. She jumped over the fire and suddenly melted and turned into a white cloud. A cloud rose high and disappeared in the sky. All the girlfriends heard was something plaintively moaning behind them: “Aw!” They turned around - but the Snow Maiden was not there.

They began to call her:

Ay, ay, Snow Maiden!

Only the echo in the forest responded to them.

(Illustration by E. Vikhoreva, Y. Isaikin)

Fairy tale Snow Maiden read

(Pomerantsev, recorded in the village of Akhlystino, Pokrovsky district, Bashkir Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic from E.I. Kononova in 1948)
Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman; they had neither son nor daughter. Here they are lying on the stove, and the grandfather says to the grandmother: “I came up with something: go and bring it some snow.” The grandmother brought snow in a sieve. They pushed and pushed the snow and pushed the Snow Maiden out. They put it in a little stove, it dried out and began to grow by leaps and bounds. She grew up quickly - by spring she was already a girl. We found out in the village that my grandfather and grandmother had the Snow Maiden, and two girls came: “Let the Snow Maiden go into the forest to pick berries.” They asked twenty times. The grandfather finally took pity: “Well, okay, go.” The grandmother gave her a cup and a drink, and the girls went into the forest. They came, sat down to eat, and the Snow Maiden picked the berries and put them in a cup. They look, the Snow Maiden’s cup is full, but they have nothing. It became a shame, and they killed the Snow Maiden. They killed, broke the cup, divided the berries, ate the shanezhka. The body was buried under a bush and secured with a twig. Well, we came home. “Where is our Snow Maiden?” - “We don’t know, I got lost.” Grandfather and grandmother cried, cried - there was nothing to do.

Suddenly a merchant was riding through this forest, and with him his little son. I saw a twig growing under a bush: “Dad, cut the twig, make me a pipe, I’ll play it.” They cut off a twig for him, made a pipe, he began to play it, and she began to sing:

Uncle, little by little,
Dear light, slowly!
Two girlfriends killed me
Buried under a bush,
The cup was broken
The berries were divided
They remembered Shanezhka.
They fastened it with a twig!

We drove and drove, the boy kept playing and playing. We drove up to the village, decided to take a rest, and stopped in just in time to visit my grandparents. Grandfather fed the horses, grandmother put on the samovar. And the boy was sitting on the porch. He took this pipe, played it, and she sang a song:

Uncle, little by little,
Dear light, slowly!
Two girlfriends killed me
Buried under a bush
The cup was broken
The berries were divided
They remembered Shanezhka,
They fastened it with a twig!

Here the grandmother is listening: “Oh, how well he plays! Let me try.” I took it - and the pipe:

Mama, little by little,
Dear light, slowly!
Two girlfriends killed me
Buried under a bush
The cup was broken
The berries were divided
They remembered Shanezhka,
They fastened it with a twig!

The old woman heard it and was stunned: “Oh, what is this? Old man, play!” The old man took the pipe and it began to play:

Father, little by little,
Dear light, slowly!
Two girlfriends killed me
Buried under a bush
The cup was broken
The berries were divided
They remembered Shanezhka,
They fastened it with a twig!

People gathered, everyone was listening, and their girlfriends also came running. The grandmother gives one of them a pipe, but she hits the ground with the pipe: “I won’t play!” The pipe broke, and the Snow Maiden was sitting in it alive... Grandfather and grandmother were delighted - how much joy for them! Those girlfriends were sent into the forest to be eaten by animals.

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Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky
Snow Maiden

spring fairy tale

in four acts with a prologue

The action takes place in the country of the Berendeys in prehistoric times. Prologue on Krasnaya Gorka, near Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. The first action in the settlement beyond the river Berendeyevka. The second act in the palace of Tsar Berendey. The third act is in a reserved forest. The fourth act in the Yarilina Valley.

Prologue

Persons :

Vesna-Krasna.

Father Frost.

Girl – Snow Maiden.

Goblin.

Carnival- straw man.

Bobyl Bakula.

Bobylikha, his wife.

Berendey of both sexes and all ages.

Spring Suite, birds: cranes, geese, ducks, rooks, magpies, starlings, larks and others.

The beginning of spring. Midnight. Red hill covered with snow. To the right are bushes and a rare leafless birch tree; to the left is a continuous dense forest of large pines and spruces with branches hanging from the weight of the snow; in the depths, under the mountain, a river; The ice holes and ice holes are lined with spruce trees. Beyond the river is Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey: palaces, houses, huts - all wooden, with intricate painted carvings; lights in the windows. Full moon silvers everything open area. Roosters crow in the distance.

First appearance

Goblin sits on a dry stump. The entire sky is covered with birds flying in from across the sea. Vesna-Krasna on cranes, swans and geese descends to the ground, surrounded by a retinue of birds.

Goblin

The roosters crowed the end of winter,

Spring-Red descends to the earth.

The midnight hour has come, Goblin's gatehouse

If you watch out, dive into the hollow and sleep!

(Falls into a hollow.)

Vesna-Krasna descends onto Krasnaya Gorka, accompanied by birds.

Vesna-Krasna

At the appointed hour in the usual sequence

I appear on the land of the Berendeys,

Greets you sadly and coldly

Spring its gloomy country.

Sad view: under a veil of snow

Deprived of living, cheerful colors,

Deprived of fruitful power,

The fields lie cold. In chains

Playful streams - in the silence of midnight

You can't hear their glass murmur.

The forests are silent, under the snow

The thick paws of the fir trees are lowered,

Like old, frowning eyebrows.

In the raspberry fields, under the pines they were shy

Cold darkness, icy

Amber resin icicles

Hanging from straight trunks. And in a clear sky

How the moon burns and the stars shine

Increased radiance. Earth,

Covered with downy powder,

In response to their greetings, the cold one seems

Same shine, same diamonds

From the tops of trees and mountains, from flat fields,

From the potholes of the road flattened.

And the same sparks hung in the air,

They waver without falling, they flicker.

And everything is just light, and everything is just a cold shine,

And there is no heat. That's not how I'm greeted

Happy valleys of the south, there

Carpets of meadows, acacia scents,

And the warm steam of cultivated gardens,

And the milky, lazy glow

From the frosted moon on the minarets,

On poplars and black cypresses.

But I love midnight lands

I love their powerful nature

Wake up from sleep and call from the depths of the earth

Giving birth, mysterious power,

Bearing to the careless Berendeys

Abundance lives unpretentious. Lubo

Warm for the joys of love,

For frequent games and celebrations, clean up

Secluded bushes and groves

Silk carpets of colored grasses.

(Addressing the birds who are shivering from the cold.)

Comrades: white-sided magpies,

Cheerful tickler talkers,

Gloomy rooks and larks,

Singers of the fields, heralds of spring,

And you, crane, with your friend the heron,

Beautiful swans and geese

Loud and fussy ducks,

And small birds - are you cold?

Even though I'm ashamed, I have to admit it

Before the birds. It's my own fault

That it’s cold for me, Vesna, and you.

Sixteen years since I'm just a joke

And amusing my fickle temper,

Changeable and whimsical, has become

Flirting with Frost, the old grandfather,

A gray-haired prankster; and from then on

I am in captivity with the old one. Man

It’s always like this: give me a little will,

And he’ll take it all, that’s how it goes

From antiquity. I would like to leave the gray one,

But the trouble is, the old man and I have a daughter -

Snow Maiden. In the deep forest slums,

In the unmelting ice it returns

The old man is his child. Loving the Snow Maiden,

Feeling sorry for her in her unhappy lot,

I'm afraid to quarrel with the old one;

And he’s happy about it - he’s chilling and freezing

Me, Vesna, and the Berendeys. Sun

The jealous one looks at us angrily

And frowns at everyone, and that's the reason

Cruel winters and cold springs.

Are you shaking, poor things? Dance,

Keep warm! I've seen it more than once

That people warmed up by dancing.

Even reluctantly, even in the cold, but dancing

Let's celebrate our arrival for a housewarming party.

Some birds take up instruments, others sing, and others dance.

Choir of birds

The birds gathered
Singers gathered
In herds, in herds.

The birds were landing
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.

Who are your birds?
Who are you singers?
Big, big?

Who are your birds?
Who are you singers?
Smaller, smaller?

Eagle - governor,
Quail - clerk,
Clerk, clerk.

Owl - commander,
Yellow boots,
Boots, boots.

Geese - boyars,
Ducklings are nobles
Nobles, nobles.

Chiryats are peasants,
Sparrows are slaves,
Slaves, slaves.

Our crane is a centurion
With long legs
With your feet, with your feet.

The rooster is a kisser,
Chechet is a trading guest,
Trade, trade.

Puberty swallows –
Orca maidens,
Girls, girls.

Our woodpecker is a carpenter,
Fisherman - tavern,
Tavern, tavern.

Pancake heron,
Whooper cuckoo,
Clique, clique.

Red face
The crow is pretty,
Pretty, pretty.

On the roads in winter,
In the summer, at the end of the day,
I'll get stuck, I'll get stuck.

Crow in matting,
There is no one more expensive
More expensive, more expensive.

From the forest, frost begins to fall on the dancing birds, then snow flakes, the wind rises - clouds roll in, cover the moon, darkness completely obscures the distance. Birds are screaming and huddling towards Spring.

Vesna-Krasna (to the birds)

Hurry into the bushes, into the bushes! I'm planning on making a joke

Old Man Frost. Wait until the morning

And tomorrow they will melt for you in the fields

Thawed patches, wormwood on the river.

Bask in the sun a little,

And you will begin to make nests.

Birds go into the bushes, come out of the forest Freezing.

Second phenomenon

Vesna-Krasna, Father Frost

Freezing

Spring-Red, is it back well?

Spring

And are you healthy, Santa Claus?

Freezing

My life is not bad. Berendey

They won’t forget about this winter,

She was cheerful; the sun was dancing

From the cold at dawn,

And in the evening I got up with my ears for a month.

I’ll think about going for a walk, I’ll take a club,

I'll clarify, I'll make the night silver,

That's why I need freedom and space.

Through rich town houses

Pounding in the corners

The ropes creak at the gates,

Sing under the runners

I love it

Love, love, love.

From the fishing line along the path behind the cart,

A creaking convoy hurries to spend the night.

I guard the convoy

I'll run ahead

On the edge of the field, in the distance,

On the frosty dust

I'll lie down in the haze,

In the midst of the midnight skies I will rise as a glow.

I will spill, Frost,

Ninety stripes

I’ll scatter in pillars and countless rays,

Multi-colored.

And the pillars push and spiral,

And under them the snow lights up,

A sea of ​​light-fire, bright,

There is blue, there is red, and there is cherry.

I love it

Love, love, love.

I'm even angrier about the early days,

At the ruddy dawn.

Reached out to the dwellings from the ravines to the clearings,

I'll creep up, I'll creep up in the fogs.

Smoke curls over the village,

One way dies;

I am a gray fog

I'll freeze the smoke.

How he stretches

It will stay that way

Over the field, over the forest,

By superiority,

I love it

Love, love, love.

Spring

It's not bad you feasted, it's time

And on your way, to the north.

Freezing

And I'll leave myself. I'm not happy with the old man

You quickly forget about the old things.

Here I am, an old man, always the same.

Spring

Everyone has their own habits and customs.

Freezing

I'll leave, I'll leave, at dawn,

In the breeze, I'll rush off to the Siberian tundra.

I'm sable on my ears,

I'll put a deer's doha on your shoulders,

I decorate my belt with trinkets;

Through the tents, through the yurts of nomads,

According to the wintering grounds of fur hunters

I’ll wander, I’ll wander, I’ll shamanize,

They will bow to my waist.

My dominion in Siberia is eternal,

There will be no end to it. Here is Yarilo

It bothers me and you change me

To a stupid breed of idle lovers.

Korchazhnye, cook forty buckets

They know how to brew honey.

They ask the sun for spring warmth.

Why - ask? Not suddenly he will start plowing,

The plow is not working properly. Eves edit

Yes, revel, spring birds sing, in circles

Walk all night from dawn to dawn, -

They have one concern.

Spring

To whom?

Will you leave the Snow Maiden?

Freezing

Our daughter

At an age, he can manage without nannies.

Neither on foot nor on horseback

And there is no trace of her in her mansion. Bears

Oatmeal and seasoned wolves

They patrol around the yard; owl

On the crown of a pine tree on a hundred-year-old night,

And during the day the wood grouse stretch their necks,

The passer-by is watched over.

Spring

Melancholy will take between eagle owls and goblin

Sit alone.

Freezing

And the chamber servants!

As maids at her beck and call

The crafty gray fox,

The bunnies get her cabbage;

Than the light runs on the marten's fontanel

With a jug; squirrels gnawing nuts

Squatting down; stoats

In the hay's minions in her service.

Spring

Yes, it’s still melancholy, think about it, grandfather!

Freezing

A wave of strands, a beaver edge

Trim your sheepskin coat and hats.

Sew colorful reindeer mittens.

Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries

Prepare for the winter lack of bread;

Sing out of boredom, dance, if you have the desire,

What else?

Spring

Eh, old man! The girl is free

Sweetest of all. Neither your chiseled tower,

Neither sables, beavers, nor mittens

The stitched ones are not expensive; on thoughts

The girl Snegurochka has something else:

Live with people; she needs girlfriends

Fun and games until midnight,

Spring parties and burners

With the guys, bye...

Freezing

What so far?

Spring

As long as she finds it funny that the guys

They are eager to fight after her.

Freezing

Spring

And there one will fall in love.

Freezing

That's what I don't like.

Spring

Insane

And the evil old man! Everything in the world is alive

Must love. Snow Maiden in captivity

Your own mother will not let you torment.

Freezing

That's why you're inappropriately hot,

Talkative without reason. Listen!

Take a moment of sanity! Evil Yarilo,

The scorching god of the lazy Berendeys,

To please them, he swore a terrible oath

Destroy me wherever he meets me. Drowns, melts

My palaces, kiosks, galleries,

Fine work of jewelry,

Details of the smallest carving,

The fruits of labor and plans. Believe it

The tears will disappear. Work, pore, artist,

Above the sculpting of barely noticeable stars -

And everything will go to dust. But yesterday

The woman bird returned from across the sea,

Sat down on a wide wormwood

And the wild ducks cry in the cold,

He scolds me abusively. Is it possible

It's my fault that I'm too hasty,

That from the warm waters, without looking at the calendar,

Without time, he sets off to the north.

I weaved and weaved, and the ducks cackled,

There are no women in the trading baths;

And what did I overhear! Between gossip

Such a speech was blurted out by the woman bird, -

That, swimming in the Lankaran Bay,

Whether in the Gilan lakes, I don’t remember,

At the drunken ragged fakir

And the sun has a hot conversation

I heard that it's like the sun

He is going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only

And is waiting to be planted in her heart

With its ray the fire of love; Then

There is no salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo

It will burn it, incinerate it, melt it.

I don’t know how, but it will kill. How long

Her soul is pure as a child,

He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden.

Spring

Did you believe the stories of the stupid bird!

No wonder her nickname is Baba.

Freezing

Without a woman, I am like the evil Yarilo thinks.

Spring

Give me back my Snow Maiden!

Freezing

Where did you get the idea that I would like such a turntable?

Did you believe your daughter?

Spring

What about you, red nose,

You're swearing!

Freezing

Listen, let's make peace!

What a girl needs most is supervision

And a stern eye, not just one, but ten.

And you have no time, and you don’t want to

It's better to keep an eye on your daughter

Give it to Bobyl's settlement

Childless, in place of a daughter. Will

She has enough worries, and so do the guys.

There is no profit for Bobylev’s daughter

Roll your eyes. Do you agree?

Spring

I agree, let him live in the Bobylskaya family;

If only he was free.

Freezing

Daughter doesn't know

Absolutely love, in her cold heart

There is not a spark of destructive feeling;

And love won't know if you

Spring warmth of languishing bliss,

Caressing, warming...

Spring

Enough!

Call the Snow Maiden to me.

Freezing

Snow Maiden,

Snow Maiden, my child!

Snow Maiden (looks out from the forest)

(Approaches father.)

The third phenomenon

Spring, Freezing, Snow Maiden, Then Goblin.

Spring

Oh, poor Snow Maiden, savage,

Come to me, I will love you.

(Caresses the Snow Maiden.)

Beauty, would you like to be free?

Live with people?

Snow Maiden

I want it, I want it, let me in!

Freezing

And what attracts you to leave the tower?

Parental, and what the Berendeys have

Did you find an enviable one?

Snow Maiden

Human songs.

Sometimes I huddled behind the bushes

Prickly, I can’t see enough

For girly fun. Lonely

I feel sad and cry. Ah, father,

With friends on scarlet raspberries,

Walk on black currants

Halloo to one another; and at dawn of the evening

Driving circles to songs - that’s what’s cute

Snow Maiden. Without songs, life is not a joy.

Let me go, father! When, in cold winter,

You will return to your wilderness,

In the twilight I will console you with a song

I'll start drinking to the tune of a snowstorm

Cheerful. I'll take over from Lelya

And I’ll learn quickly.

Freezing

Did you find out where?

Snow Maiden

From a bush

Rakitova; grazes cows in the forest

Yes, he sings songs.

Freezing

How do you know

What is this Lel?

Snow Maiden

Girls go to him

Beauties, and they stroke your head,

They look into the eyes, caress and kiss.

They call them both Lelyushko and Lelem,

Handsome and cute.

Spring

Handsome Lel is good at songs?

Snow Maiden

I heard the larks singing,

Trembling over the fields, swan

A sad cry over still waters,

And the loud peals of nightingales,

Your favorite singers; Lelya's songs

Sweeter to me. Listen day and night

I'm ready for his shepherd's songs.

And you listen and melt...

Freezing (Spring)

Do you hear: melting!

There is a terrible meaning hidden in this word.

From different words invented by people,

The most terrible word for Frost is: melt.

Snow Maiden, run from Lelya, be afraid

His speeches and songs. By the blazing sun

It is pierced through and through. In the midday heat,

When all living things flee from the Sun

Look for coolness in the shadows, proudly, brazenly

A lazy shepherd lies in the sun,

In the languor of feelings, the drowsy one picks up

Sly tempting speeches,

He is plotting insidious deceptions

For innocent girls. Songs of Lelya

And his speech is a deception, a guise, truth

And there is no feeling under them, only in the sounds

Dressed in scorching rays.

Snow Maiden, run away from Lelya! Sun

Beloved shepherd son, and it’s just as clear

With all his eyes, shamelessly, looking straight,

And as angry as the Sun.

Snow Maiden

Obedient child; but you are too

Angry at them, at Lelya and the Sun; right,

I’m not afraid of Lelya or the Sun.

Spring

Snow Maiden, when you feel sad,

Or is there a need - girls are whimsical,

Cry about the ribbon, about the ring

Ready for silver - you come

To the lake, to the Yarilina valley,

Call me. Whatever you ask for

There is no refusal for you.

Snow Maiden

Thank you mom

Gorgeous.

Freezing

Sometimes in the evening

Walking, staying close to the forest,

And I will give the order to take care of you.

Hey, friends! Lepetushki, Lesovye!

Did you fall asleep, or what? Wake up, respond

Crawls out of a dry hollow Goblin, lazily reaching out and yawning.

Goblin

Freezing

Watch out for the Snow Maiden! Listen, Leshy,

Is it a stranger, or is Lel the shepherd approaching?

Without retreat, or he wants to take it by force,

What the mind cannot do: intercede.

Lure him, push him, confuse him

Into the wilderness, into the thicket; put it in a squeegee,

Or squeeze waist-deep into a swamp.

Goblin

(Puts his hands over his head and falls into the hollow.)

Spring

A crowd of cheerful Berendeys is pouring in.

Let's go, Frost! Snow Maiden, goodbye!

Live happily, child!

Snow Maiden

Mom, happiness

Whether I find it or not, I’ll look.

Freezing

Snow Maiden, daughter! They won't make it in time

Remove the sheaves from the fields, and I will return.

See you.

Spring

It's time for anger to turn to mercy

Change. Quiet the blizzard! by the people

They are taking her, seeing her off in crowds

Wide…

(Leaves.)

In the distance there are shouts: “Honest Maslenitsa!” Frost, leaving, waves his hand; the blizzard subsides, the clouds run away. Clear as at the beginning of the action. Crowds of Berendeys: some are pushing a sleigh with a stuffed Maslenitsa towards the forest, others are standing at a distance.

The fourth phenomenon

Snow Maiden, Bobyl, Bobylikha And berendei.

1st Berendey Choir (carrying Maslenitsa)

Early and early the chickens began to sing,
They talked about spring.
Goodbye, Maslenitsa!

Volozhno fed us sweetly,
She gave me wort and mash.
Goodbye, Maslenitsa!

Pito, there was plenty of partying,
More than that has been spilled.
Goodbye, Maslenitsa!

But we dressed you up
Rogozina, Redina.
Goodbye, Maslenitsa!

We escorted you honestly
They dragged it on the logs.
Goodbye, Maslenitsa!

We'll take you to the forest,
So that the eyes do not see.
Goodbye Maslinitsa!

(Having moved the sled into the forest, they move away.)

2nd choir

Honest Maslenitsa!
It’s fun to meet you, greet you,
It's hard and tedious to see him out of the yard.
How can we turn you around and turn you around?
Come back, Maslenitsa, come back!
Honest Maslenitsa!
Come back for at least three days!
You won’t come back for three days,
Come back to us for a day!
For a day, for a short hour!
Honest Maslenitsa!

1st choir

Maslenitsa wettail!
Get out of the yard
Your time has come!

We have streams from the mountains,
Play the ravines
Turn out the shafts
Set up your plow!
Spring-Red,

Our sweetie has arrived!
Maslenitsa wettail!
Get out of the yard
Your time has come!

Carts from the road,
Hive from the cage.
To hell with the sled!
Let's binge on stoneflies!
Spring-Red,

Our sweetie has arrived!

2nd choir

Farewell, honest Maslena!
If you're alive, I'll see you.
Wait at least a year, but you know,
That Maslena will come again.

Scarecrow Maslenitsa

The red summer is passing,
The bathing lights will burn out.
The yellow autumn will pass
With a sheaf, with a haystack and with brothers.
Darkness, dark nights,
See Karachun out.
Then winter will break,
The bear will roll over
The frosty time will come,
Moroznaya-Koliadnaya:
Click on Oatmeal carols.
The frost will pass, a blizzard will come.
In blizzards with winds
Day will come, night will go.
Under the roofs, behind bars
The sparrows will move.
From a puddle, from ice
Kochet gets drunk with the chickens.
To warm up, to the heaps
With ice icicles
The guys will pour out of the huts.
In the sun, in the heat,
The cow's side will become hot.
Then wait for me again.

(Disappears.)

Bobyl grabs the empty sleigh, Bobylikha- for Bobyl.

Bobylikha

Let's go home!

Bobyl

Wait! How is this possible?

Is it really all of her? It would seem not enough

Walked around and drank someone else's.

I just had a little fun,

A little hungry little womb

Fueled up with neighbor's pancakes,

She's all finished. Sadness

Great, unbearable. As you wish

Now live from hand to mouth and toil

Without Maslenaya. Is it possible for a bob?

No way. Where should you go?

Bobyl's drunken head?

(Sings and dances.)

Bakul has a baby
No stake, no yard,
No stake, no yard,
No cattle, no belly.

Bobylikha

It's time to go home, shameless one, people are watching.

Berendey

Don't touch him!

Bobylikha

Been staggering all week;

He doesn’t come from other people’s yards - his own hut

It's not heated.

Bobyl

Is there any wood left?

Bobylikha

But where should they be? They don't walk on their own

From the forest.

Bobyl

You should have told me a long time ago.

He won’t say that, really... I would...

The ax is with me, we’ll chop two armfuls

Berezov, and okay. Wait!

(He goes into the forest and sees Snow Maiden, bows and looks for a while in surprise. Then he returns to his wife and beckons her into the forest.)

At this time, the Snow Maiden moves away and looks at the Berendeys from behind a bush, and sits down in her place near the hollow Goblin.

(Bobylikha.)

Look, look! Hawthorn.

Bobylikha

(Seeing Leshy.)

Oh, for you! What an unprecedented thing.

(Coming back.)

Uh! drunkard! I would have killed him, I think.

The Snow Maiden returns to her place again. Goblin goes into the forest.

One Berendey

What kind of controversy are you having?

Bobyl

Look!

A curiosity, honest Berendeys.

Everyone approaches the hollow.

Berendey (with surprise)

Hawthorn! Is she alive? Alive.

In a sheepskin coat, in boots, in mittens.

Bobyl (Snow Maiden)

Let me ask you how far you are going

And what is your name and nickname?

Snow Maiden

Snow Maiden. I don’t know where to go.

If you're kind, take it with you.

Bobyl

You will order to take him to the Tsar, to Berendey

To the wise one in the chambers?

Snow Maiden

No, you have

I want to live in a settlement.

Bobyl

At mercy! And from whom?

Snow Maiden

Who's first

He found me, and I will be his daughter.

Bobyl

Is that really true, is it really for me?

The Snow Maiden nods her head.

Well, why am I, Bakula, not a boyar!

Come on, people, to my wide yard,

On three pillars and on seven supports!

Please, princes, boyars, please.

Bring me dear gifts

And bow, and I will break.

Bobylikha

And how is it, you live and live in the world,

But you don’t know your own worth, really.

Let's take Bobyl, Snow Maiden, let's go!

Make way for us, people! Step aside.

Snow Maiden

Farewell, father! Goodbye mom too! Forest,

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Trees and bushes bow to the Snow Maiden. The Berendeys run away in horror, Bobyl and Bobylikha take the Snow Maiden away.

About the fairy tale

Russian folk tale "The Snow Maiden"

For children and adults, the image of the Snow Maiden reminds of winter, New Year's holidays and Grandfather Frost. But this character arose regardless of the usual type of girl in a blue fur coat with light brown braids.

This image owes its appearance to Russian folklore, which, in turn, borrowed it from mythological ideas about forest spirits. It appeared in the culture of New Year celebrations only in 1935. Until then, the Snow Maiden existed as a character in a Russian folk tale, a play by A.N. Ostrovsky and opera by N.A. Rimsky-Korsakov.

The Snow Maiden in a Russian folk tale is a girl who was fashioned from snow by her childless woman and grandfather. To their amazement, the snowy figure came to life and turned into a living person. And everything was like that of an ordinary human child, only with the onset of spring, the Snow Maiden began to be sad and cry more and more often. Grandfather and woman began to notice that the girl was happy about the rain and hail, and the rays of the sun made her sad. The parents, wanting to cheer up their magical daughter, sent her and other girls into the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. The Snow Maiden succumbed to persuasion and went with her friends. The girls in the forest decided to jump over the fire, and the Snow Maiden also jumped. The fire melted it, and it turned into a small cloud. The ending is quite sad.

The absence of a happy ending is necessary in order to convey the main meaning and edifying message to the reader.

The content of the fairy tale can be interpreted as follows: each person is special and each has his own path, you should not try to be like everyone else and give in to the demands of society.

The story will be instructive for both children and their parents.

She will teach children to defend their interests, maintain their own independence and not follow the lead of others. Any, even the most harmless act, can turn into disaster, so you need to think about the consequences, even if everyone around you insists on it.

The fairy tale also teaches parents a lesson: they should not try to make their children like everyone else; on the contrary, they should see individuality in the child.

The folklore text picturesquely conveys pictures of Russian nature: the onset of winter, the arrival of spring and summer. From the fairy tale you can glean information about the life of peasant families, especially children: in winter they make snowmen and play snowballs, in summer their entertainment is tag, picking mushrooms and berries, songs and round dances, jumping over a fire, weaving wreaths. It will also be useful to learn how the Snow Maiden helps her parents run the household.

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Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. We lived well, amicably. Everything would be fine, but one misfortune - they didn’t have children.

Now the snowy winter has come, there are snowdrifts up to the waist, the children pour out into the street to play, and the old man and the old woman look at them from the window and think about their grief.

“Well, old woman,” says the old man, “let’s make ourselves a daughter out of snow.”

Come on, says the old woman.

The old man put on his hat, they went out into the garden and began to sculpt a daughter out of the snow. They rolled a snowball, fitted the arms and legs, and placed a snowy head on top. The old man sculpted a nose, mouth, and chin. Lo and behold, the Snow Maiden’s lips turned pink and her eyes opened; she looks at the old people and smiles. Then she nodded her head, moved her arms and legs, shook off the snow - and a living girl came out of the snowdrift.

The old people were delighted and brought her to the hut. They look at her and can’t stop admiring her.

And the old people’s daughter began to grow by leaps and bounds; every day it becomes more and more beautiful. She herself is as white as snow, her braid is brown to the waist, but there is no blush at all.

The old people are not overjoyed at their daughter; they dote on her. My daughter is growing up smart, smart, and cheerful. Affectionate and friendly with everyone. And the Snow Maiden’s work is progressing in her hands, and when she sings a song, you will be heard.

Winter has passed.

The spring sun has begun to warm up. The grass in the thawed patches turned green and the larks began to sing.

And the Snow Maiden suddenly became sad.

What's wrong with you, daughter? - asks the old man. - Why have you become so sad? Or can't you?

Nothing, father, nothing, mother, I’m healthy.

The last snow has melted, the flowers have bloomed in the meadows, and the birds have flown in.

And the Snow Maiden is becoming sadder and more silent day by day. Hiding from the sun. She would like some shade and some cool air, or even better, some rain.

Once a black cloud moved in, large hail fell. The Snow Maiden rejoiced at the hail, like rolling pearls. And when the sun came out again and the hail melted, the Snow Maiden began to cry, so bitterly, like a sister by a brother.

After spring, summer came. The girls gathered for a walk in the grove, calling the Snow Maiden:

Come with us, Snow Maiden, for a walk in the forest, sing songs, dance.

The Snow Maiden didn’t want to go into the forest, but the old woman persuaded her:

Go, daughter, have fun with your friends!

The girls and the Snow Maiden came to the forest. They began to collect flowers, weave wreaths, sing songs, and lead round dances. Only Snow Maiden is still sad.

And as soon as it got light, they gathered some brushwood, built a fire, and started jumping over the fire one after another. Behind everyone, the Snow Maiden stood up.

She ran in her turn to fetch her friends. She jumped over the fire and suddenly melted and turned into a white cloud. A cloud rose high and disappeared in the sky. All the girlfriends heard was something plaintively moaning behind them: “Aw!” They turned around - but the Snow Maiden was not there.

They began to call her:

Ay, ay, Snow Maiden!

Only the echo in the forest responded to them.

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In the forested region of the Kostroma region, among wonderful nature, is located Shchelykovo, a former estate, and now a museum-reserve of the great Russian playwright A. N. Ostrovsky.

Ostrovsky first came to these places as a young man. He was twenty-five years old.

Since then, the writer had a cherished dream - to settle in Shchelykovo. He was able to realize this dream only 19 years later, when, together with his brother, he bought the estate from his stepmother. Having become a co-owner of the estate, Ostrovsky came there every year in early May and left only in late autumn.

Nature appeared before him in bright diversity, changing its clothes. He observed its revival, lush flowering and withering.

He also had his favorite places here.

Ostrovsky was distinguished by his passion for fishing from an early age. At the dam of the winding Kuekshi river, he spent long hours with fishing rods. Near the steep banks of the Sendega River he could be seen with a spear 1
Ostroga is a fishing tool in the form of a pitchfork.

He went with a seine to the wide Meru River, which flows into the Volga.

The writer found great pleasure in walking through the surrounding villages, forest tracts and clearings.

He often went to a grove with the strange name “Pig Forest”. Centuries-old birch trees grew in this grove.

Alexander Nikolaevich descended from the mountain on which he is located

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Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky
Snow Maiden
A spring tale in four acts with a prologue

Spring fairy tale "Snow Maiden"

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In the forested region of the Kostroma region, among wonderful nature, is located Shchelykovo, a former estate, and now a museum-reserve of the great Russian playwright A. N. Ostrovsky.

Ostrovsky first came to these places as a young man. He was twenty-five years old.

Since then, the writer had a cherished dream - to settle in Shchelykovo. He was able to realize this dream only 19 years later, when, together with his brother, he bought the estate from his stepmother. Having become a co-owner of the estate, Ostrovsky came there every year in early May and left only in late autumn.

Nature appeared before him in bright diversity, changing its clothes. He observed its revival, lush flowering and withering.

He also had his favorite places here.

Ostrovsky was distinguished by his passion for fishing from an early age. At the dam of the winding Kuekshi river, he spent long hours with fishing rods. Near the steep banks of the Sendega River he could be seen with a spear 1
Ostroga is a fishing tool in the form of a pitchfork.

He went with a seine to the wide Meru River, which flows into the Volga.

The writer found great pleasure in walking through the surrounding villages, forest tracts and clearings.

He often went to a grove with the strange name “Pig Forest”. Centuries-old birch trees grew in this grove.

Alexander Nikolaevich descended from the mountain on which the estate is located to the old bed of the Kueksha River and walked along the wide valley, which served as a place of festive games and entertainment for the surrounding youth. At the top of this sloping valley there is a spring. During Ostrovsky’s time, a fair was held here every spring, which attracted crowds of people.

The writer also visited a round clearing near the village of Lobanovo. Surrounded by forest, it was also a place for Sunday rest for peasant youth. Here the playwright watched the round dances and listened to the songs.

Ostrovsky often visited his friend I.V. Sobolev, a skilled woodcarver, in the village of Berezhki. The extraordinary silence of this forest corner, the sparseness of people (there were only a few houses there) and the peculiar northern architecture of the tall, sharp-topped barns that belonged to the residents of this village created the impression of some kind of detachment from the world, a fairy-tale quality.

Ostrovsky also had other places he liked.

His affection for Shchelykov only grew stronger over the years. He more than once expressed his admiration for the beauty of Shchelykovsky nature in letters to friends. So, on April 29, 1876, he wrote to the artist M. O. Mikeshin: “It’s a pity that you are not a landscape painter, otherwise you would have visited my village; You’ll hardly find a Russian landscape like this anywhere.”

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Ostrovsky's observations of the people and nature of the Shchelykovo environs were reflected in many of his works.

They were most clearly reflected in the spring fairy tale “The Snow Maiden” (1873). The basis of this poetic work was folk tales, traditions and legends, rituals and customs, sayings and songs that the writer became familiar with from childhood. He colored folk imagination with the bright colors of his own invention, saturated the work subtle humor and inserted the images of his fairy tale into the frame of Shchelykov’s picturesque nature.

“The Snow Maiden” is a fairy tale about the beauty of mighty, ever-renewing nature and at the same time about human feelings, about the people, their aspirations and dreams.

In this life-affirming work, Ostrovsky paints his ideal of social life, which defines fair, beautiful human relationships.

The playwright begins his tale with the meeting of Frost and Spring on Red Hill.

Builder of ice palaces, owner and ruler of blizzards and blizzards, Frost is the poetic embodiment of winter, cold, freezing nature. Spring-Red, appearing accompanied by birds, is a warm breath and light penetrating the kingdom of winter, the personification of the fertilizing force, a symbol of awakening life.

The girl Snegurochka is a beautiful child of Frost and Spring. There is coldness in her soul - the harsh legacy of her father, but it also contains life-giving forces that bring her closer to her mother Spring.

Frost and Spring gave the Snow Maiden, when she was 15 years old, to the trans-river settlement of Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. And so Ostrovsky paints before us a kingdom of happy Berendeys.

What gave the poet the idea to create the image of the fabulous Berendey kingdom?

Ostrovsky obviously heard that in the Vladimir province there is a Berendeevo swamp. The legend about the ancient city of the Berendeys was associated with it. This legend could have suggested to Ostrovsky a fantastic image of the Berendey kingdom.

Russian village life, ancient rituals and customs, folk types that Ostrovsky admired in Shchelykov helped him recreate the appearance of the cheerful Berendeys.

The remarkable feature of Ostrovsky’s fairy tale is that it is fantastic and at the same time true, that in its conventional, fanciful images one can clearly see the deep truth of human feelings.

Ostrovsky embodied in the Berendey kingdom the people's dream of fairyland, where peaceful labor, justice, art and beauty reign, where people are free, happy and cheerful.

Tsar Berendey personifies folk wisdom. This is “the father of his land”, “an intercessor for all orphans”, “a guardian of peace”, confident that the light “only holds on to truth and conscience.” The bloody deeds of war are alien to Berendey. His state is famous for its working, peaceful and joyful life. He is a philosopher, worker and artist. Berendey paints his chambers with a skillful brush and enjoys the luxurious colors of nature.

Berendey loves fun too. His close boyar Bermyata is a joker and wit, to whom the king entrusts the organization of folk amusements and games.

Ostrovsky admires in his fairy tale the simple people - noble, humane, cheerful, tireless in work and fun.

Tsar Berendey, addressing the singing and dancing Berendeys, says:

The people are generous
Great in everything: interfering with idleness
He won’t work and work like that,
Dance and sing to the fullest, until you drop.
Looking at you with a reasonable eye, you will say,
That you are an honest and kind people, for
Only the kind and honest are capable
Sing so loudly and dance so bravely.

The inner world of the Berendeys is clearly revealed in their attraction to art. They love songs, dances, music. Their houses are painted with colorful paints and decorated with intricate carvings.

Berendeys are distinguished by strong moral principles. They highly honor love. For them, love is the expression of a person’s best feelings, his service to beauty.

In their understanding, love is the attraction of free feelings, independent of selfish motives. Berendey’s words sound like law:

Does not tolerate coercion
Open marriage.

For the Berendeys, love is inseparable from fidelity. Slobozhanin Murash states:

I've been living for a long time, and the old order
Quite well known to me. Berendey,
Beloved by the gods, they lived honestly.
Without fear, we entrusted our daughter to the guy,
For us, a wreath is a guarantee of their love
And loyalty to death. And never once
The wreath was not desecrated by treason,
And the girls knew no deception,
They knew no resentment.

Fidelity to this word is valued above all else among the Berendeys.

Mizgir, a merchant from the royal settlement, had not yet entered into marriage with Kupava, but, having promised to exchange wreaths on Yarilin’s day, he thereby forever linked his fate with her. And when, captivated by the beauty of the Snow Maiden, he broke his word, in the eyes of the Berendeys he became a terrible, unheard-of criminal.

The Berendeys have no bloody laws. The death penalty is replaced here by eternal exile. They apply this measure of the highest punishment to Mizgir.

Condemning Mizgir, Tsar Berendey says:

Get away from us, criminal, scoffer
The fervor of trusting love,
Instilled in us by nature and the gods.
Drive him away from every door,
From every dwelling where they are sacredly venerated
Honest old customs!
Drive him into the desert, into the forest!

The Snow Maiden, the offspring of Frost, could not remain among the people praising the Sun, living by the warmth of its hot rays. The sun melted it and turned it into a stream.

Mizgir, who saw his dream in the graceful charm of his appearance, in modesty, in simple-minded naivety, in the spontaneity of the Snow Maiden’s character, was deceived in his hopes of happiness with her.

He complains:

I have been deceived by the gods; it's a joke
Cruel fate. But if the gods
Deceivers, the world is not worth living!

He runs away to Yarilina Mountain and throws himself into the lake.

Snegurochka and Mizgir died. But their death did not pass without a trace. She confirmed the correctness of the life and morals of the Berendeys. She melted the coldness and alienation between them, returning their inherent love and loyalty.

Addressing the people, before whose eyes Snegurochka and Mizgir died, the wise Berendey says:

Snow Maiden's sad demise
And the terrible death of Mizgir
They can't disturb us. The sun knows
Whom to punish and have mercy on? Finished
Truthful trial! Frost's offspring -
The Cold Snow Maiden died.
For fifteen years she lived among us,
Fifteen years he was angry with us
Sun. Now, with her wonderful death,
Frost's interference ceased.
Let's drive away the last trace of cold
From our souls we turn to the Sun.

The Sun God Yarilo returned to the earth, and it came to life, promising abundant shoots.

The chorus of cheerful Berendeys welcomes Yarila, bringing warmth and abundance:

Grant, god of light,
Warm summer!
The Red Sun is ours!
There is no more beautiful person in the world!
Krasnopogodnoye,
Summer is grainy
The Red Sun is ours!
There is no more beautiful person in the world!

The fairy tale ends with this life-affirming hymn.

We know Ostrovsky, the author of plays that illuminate all aspects of contemporary Russian life, severely criticizing the “dark kingdom” of money-grubbers and tyrants. And in these plays the playwright showed the beauty of the Russian folk character, the poetry of Russian nature.

In “The Snow Maiden” Ostrovsky is a soulful lyricist, a singer of man and nature. Here the beauty of the characters, their unique originality are embodied in amazingly poetic language and melodic verses. Listen to how his verse sounds and sings, sometimes decorous and solemn, sometimes lively and folk-like, fervent, to how flexible this verse is, how obediently it submits to the poet’s thoughts.

The monologue of Spring flows majestically, describing the country under the rule of Frost:

Spring its gloomy country.


Deprived of fruitful power,
The fields lie cold. In chains

You can't hear their glass murmur

The song of birds is similar to a folk song:

The birds gathered
Singers gathered
In herds, in herds
The birds were landing
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.

And in a completely different way, decorously and solemnly, the people glorify Berendey:

Long live the wise one,
Great Berendey,
Lord silver-haired,
Father of his land!

Ostrovsky is a sorcerer of language and verse, a poet, like Pushkin, who masters all its modes, all its tones.

“The Snow Maiden” is a truly polyphonic work. The voices of the fantastic Frost and Spring, the cheerful songs of birds and the monologues of people sound differently. The solemn song of the blind guslars gives way to the silly chants of the bobyl Bakula, the wise measured speech of Tsar Berendey - to the passionate hymns of Lelya, addressed to the Sun.

“The Snow Maiden” also delights us with the play of its folk humor. We laugh heartily at the brave in words and cowardly in deeds Brusila, the narrow-minded Bobyl and Bobylikha, these lazy and stupid residents of the settlement beyond the river.

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The images of “The Snow Maiden” are so wonderful, her poetic style is so musical that she charmed and captivated many artists.

Famous painters V. M. Vasnetsov, K. A. Korovin, B. M. Kustodiev, A. A. Arapov reproduced her images with their brushes.

N. A. Rimsky-Korsakov created the opera “The Snow Maiden”, in which he preserved Ostrovsky’s words.

It was no coincidence that the writer embodied this wonderful fairy tale in dramatic form. He intended it to be staged. Ostrovsky created a special type of play, full of fantastic transformations, enchanting scenes, and unbridled folk fun.

This first fairy tale in Russian drama is distinguished by its rare entertainment and vivid theatricality.

The Snow Maiden was first staged at the Bolshoi Theater on May 11, 1873. In 1900, “The Snow Maiden” was staged almost simultaneously by two famous Russian directors: A.P. Lensky on the stage of the Maly Theater and K.S. Stanislavsky on the stage of the Art Theater.

For the production of “The Snow Maiden” at the Art Theater, composer A. T. Grechaninov wrote wonderful music.

K. S. Stanislavsky spoke about Ostrovsky’s spring fairy tale: ““The Snow Maiden” is a fairy tale, a dream, a national legend, written and told in Ostrovsky’s magnificent sonorous verses. You might think that this playwright, the so-called realist and everyday life writer, never wrote anything ", except for wonderful poetry, and was not interested in anything else except pure poetry and romance."

Ostrovsky's fairy tale, staged by the Art Theater, made a huge impression on A. M. Gorky. In a letter to A.P. Chekhov, he noted: “But The Snow Maiden is an event. A huge event - believe me!.. I, you know, am filled with some kind of joy from The Snow Maiden, and although I saw terribly sad things in Moscow , but left it - as if he had bathed in living water.”

If fate brings you to Shchelykovo in the spring, you will not sit still. You will be drawn to the park, located on the territory of the museum-reserve, where you will hear the singing of nightingales. And you will say in the words of the poet:

Mighty nature is full of wonders!
Scattering your gifts abundantly,
She plays whimsically: she will throw
In a swamp, in a forgotten corner
Under a bush, a pearl spring flower,
Thoughtfully bowed lily of the valley, splashing
On the whiteness of it with cold dust
Silver dew - and the flower breathes
The elusive scent of spring,
Captivating the eye and smell

You will feel and understand that the source of the images of Ostrovsky’s fairy tale is in this living, inexhaustible life of nature, rich in the poetry of colors, sounds, movement...

B. Nikolsky

Snow Maiden

The action takes place in the country of the Berendeys in prehistoric times. Prologue - on Krasnaya Gorka, near Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. The first action takes place in the settlement of Berendeyevka across the river. The second act is in the palace of Tsar Berendey. The third act is in a reserved forest. The fourth act is in the Yarilina Valley.

Prologue

Faces:

Vesna-Krasna.

Father Frost.

Girl Snow Maiden.

Goblin.

Carnival- straw man.

Bobyl2
Bobyl is a poor landless peasant.

Bakula.

Bobylikha- his wife.

Berendey of both sexes and all ages.

Spring Suite, birds: cranes, swans, geese, ducks, rooks, magpies, starlings, larks And other.

The beginning of spring. Midnight. Red hill covered with snow. To the right are bushes and a rare leafless birch tree; to the left is a continuous dense forest of large pines and spruces with branches hanging from the weight of the snow; in the depths, under the mountain, a river; The ice holes and ice holes are lined with spruce trees. Across the river is Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. Palaces, houses, huts - all wooden, with intricate painted carvings; lights in the windows. The full moon silvers the entire open area. Roosters crow in the distance.

First appearance

Goblin sits on a dry stump. The entire sky is covered with birds flying in from across the sea. Spring-Krasna on cranes, swans And geese descends to the ground, surrounded retinue of birds.

Goblin

The end of winter, the roosters crowed,
Spring-Red descends to the earth.
The midnight hour has come, Goblin's gatehouse
If you watch out, dive into the hollow and sleep!

Falls into a hollow.

Spring-Krasna descends onto Krasnaya Gorka, accompanied by birds.

Vesna-Krasna

At the appointed hour in the usual sequence
I appear on the land of the Berendeys.
Greets you sadly and coldly
Spring its gloomy country.
Sad view: under a veil of snow,
Deprived of living, cheerful colors,
Deprived of fruitful power,
The fields lie cold. In chains
Playful streams - in the silence of midnight
You can't hear their glass murmur.
The forests are silent, under the snow
The thick paws of the fir trees are lowered,
Like old furrowed brows.
In the raspberry fields, under the pines, they were shy
Cold darkness, icy
Amber resin icicles
Hanging from straight trunks. And in a clear sky
How the moon burns and the stars shine
Increased radiance. Earth,
Covered with downy powder,
In response to their greetings, the cold one seems
Same shine, same diamonds
From the tops of trees and mountains, from flat fields,
From the potholes of the road flattened.
And the same sparks hung in the air,
They waver without falling, they flicker.
And everything is just light, and everything is just a cold shine,
And there is no heat. That's not how I'm greeted
The happy valleys of the south are there
Carpets of meadows, acacia scents,
And the warm steam of cultivated gardens,
And the milky, lazy glow
From the frosted moon on the minarets,
On poplars and black cypresses.
But I love midnight 3
Midnight – northern.

Countries,
I love their powerful nature
Wake up from sleep and call from the depths of the earth
Giving birth to a mysterious force,
Bearing to the careless Berendeys
Abundance lives unpretentious. Lubo
Warm for the joys of love,
For frequent games and celebrations, clean up
Secluded bushes and groves
Silk carpets of colored grasses.

(Addressing the birds who are shivering from the cold.)

Comrades: white-sided magpies,
Cheerful tickler talkers,
Gloomy rooks and larks,
Singers of the fields, heralds of spring,
And you, crane, with your friend the heron,
Beautiful swans and geese
Loud and fussy ducks,
And small birds - are you cold?
Even though I'm ashamed, I have to admit it
Before the birds. It's my own fault
That it’s cold for me, Vesna, and you.
Sixteen years since I'm just a joke
And amusing my fickle temper,
Changeable and whimsical, has become
Flirting with Frost, the old grandfather,
A gray-haired prankster; and from then on
I am in captivity with the old one. Man
It’s always like this: give me a little will,
And he will take it all; that's the way it's done
From antiquity. I would like to leave the gray one,
But the trouble is, the old man and I have a daughter -
Snow Maiden. In the deep forest slums,
In the melting ice 4
Lyadina is a low, damp place overgrown with forest or bushes.

Returns
The old man is his child. Loving the Snow Maiden,
Feeling sorry for her in her unhappy lot,
I'm afraid to quarrel with the old one;
And he’s happy about it: he’s chilling, freezing
Me, Vesna, and the Berendeys. Sun,
Jealous, looks at us angrily
And frowns at everyone; and that's the reason
Cruel winters and cold springs.
Are you shaking, poor things? Dance -
Keep warm! I've seen it more than once
That people warmed up by dancing.
Even reluctantly, even in the cold, but dancing
Let's celebrate the arrival of the housewarming party.

Some birds take up instruments, others sing, and others dance.

Choir of birds

The birds gathered
Singers gathered
In herds, in herds.
The birds were landing
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.
Who are your birds?
Who are you singers?
Big, big?
Who are your birds?
Who are you singers?
Smaller, smaller?
Eagle - governor,
Quail - clerk 5
Clerk - a clerk, a scribe in the clerk's office.

,
Clerk, clerk.
Owl - commander,
Yellow boots,
Boots, boots.
Geese - boyars,
Ducklings are nobles
Nobles, nobles.
Chiryats are peasants,
Sparrows are slaves,
Slaves, slaves.
Our crane is a centurion 6
A centurion is the leader of a hundred warriors.

With long legs
With your feet, with your feet.
Rooster is a kisser 7
The kisser is a tax collector. Upon taking office, he took the oath by kissing the cross.

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Chechet is a trading guest,
Trade, trade.
Puppy swallows -
Orca maidens,
Girls, girls.
Our woodpecker is a carpenter,
Fisherman - tavern,
Tavern, tavern.
Pancake maker - heron,
Cuckoo is a clique,
Clicky, clicky.
Red face -
The crow is pretty,
Pretty, pretty.
In winter - on the roads,
In the summer - according to the restrictions,
I'll get stuck, I'll get stuck.
Crow in matting,
There is no one more expensive
More expensive, more expensive.

Frost falls from the forest onto the dancing birds, then snow flakes fall; the wind rises, clouds roll in, cover the moon, darkness completely obscures the distance. Birds screaming and huddling towards Spring.

Vesna-Krasna(to the birds)

Hurry into the bushes, into the bushes! I'm planning on making a joke
Old Man Frost. Wait until the morning
And tomorrow they will melt for you in the fields
Thawed patches, wormwood on the river.
Bask in the sun for a bit
And you will begin to make nests.

Birds goes into the bushes, comes out of the forest Freezing.

Second phenomenon

Vesna-Krasna, Father Frost, Snow Maiden.

Freezing

Spring-Red, is it back well?

Spring

And are you healthy, Santa Claus?

Freezing

Thank you.
My life is not bad. Berendey
They won’t forget about this winter,
She was cheerful; the sun was dancing
From the cold at dawn,
And in the evening I got up with my ears for a month.
I’ll think about going for a walk, I’ll take a club,
I'll clarify, I'll make the night silver,
I really need freedom and space!
Through rich town houses
Pounding in the corners
At the gates with ropes 8
Vereya is a pillar on which the gate leaves are hung.

Creak
Sing under the runners
I love it
Love, love, love!
From the fishing line along the path behind the cart,
A creaking convoy hurries to spend the night.
I guard the convoy
I'll run ahead
On the edge of the field, in the distance,
On the frosty dust
I'll lie down in the haze 9
Márevo is a mirage, a dry fog that creates visual illusions.

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In the midst of the midnight skies I will rise as a glow.
I will spill, Frost,
Ninety stripes
They will scatter in pillars and countless rays,
Multi-colored.
And the pillars push and spiral,
And underneath them the snow lights up.
A sea of ​​light-fire, bright,
Zharkogo,
Lush;
There's blue, there's red, and there's cherry.
I love it
Love, love, love!
I'm even angrier about the early days,
At the ruddy dawn.
I will reach out to the dwellings from the ravines to the clearings,
I'll creep up, I'll creep up in the fogs.
Smoke curls over the village,
One way dies;
I am a gray fog
I'll freeze the smoke.
How he stretches
It will stay that way
Over the field, over the forest,
By superiority,
I love it
Love, love, love!

Spring

You feasted well, it’s time
And on your way, to the north.

Freezing

Don't drive
And I'll leave myself. I'm not happy with the old man
You quickly forget about the old things.
Here I am, an old man, always the same.

Spring

Everyone has their own habits and customs.

Freezing

I'll leave, I'll leave at dawn,
In the breeze, I'll rush off to the Siberian tundra.
I'm sable on my ears,
I'll kill the deer 10
Dokha - a fur coat with fur inside and out.

On the shoulders
I decorate my belt with trinkets;
By plagues, by yurts of nomads,
According to the wintering grounds of fur hunters
I’ll come in, wander around, and do some shamanism.
They will bow to my waist.
My dominion in Siberia is eternal,
There will be no end to it. Here is Yarilo 11
Yarilo is the ancient Slavic god of the Sun and fertility.

It bothers me and you change me
To a stupid breed of idle lovers.
Just count the holidays and steam the mash
Korchazhniki, cook forty buckets
They know how to brew honey.
They ask the Sun for spring warmth.
For what? - ask. Not suddenly he will start plowing,
The plow is not working properly. Eves edit 12
Rule the eves - in the days preceding the holiday, cook honey and beer.

Yes, revel, sing stoneflies, in circles
Walk all night from dawn to dawn, -
They have one concern.

Spring

To whom?
Will you leave the Snow Maiden?

Freezing

Our daughter
At an age, he can manage without nannies.
Neither on foot nor on horseback
And there is no trace of her in her mansion. Bears-
Fescue and seasoned wolves
They patrol around the yard; owl
On the crown of a pine tree on a hundred-year-old night,
And during the day the capercaillie stretch their necks,
The passer-by is watched over.

Spring

Melancholy will take between eagle owls and goblin
Sit alone.

Freezing

And what about the chamber servants?
As maids at her beck and call
Crafty gray fox 13
Sivodushka is a fox with dark gray fur on the neck and belly and a brownish-brown back.

;
The bunnies get her cabbage;
Than the light runs on the marten's fontanel
With a jug; squirrels gnawing nuts
Squatting down; stoats
In the hay's minions in her service.

Spring

Yes, it’s still melancholy, think about it, grandfather!

Freezing

Work
A wave of strands, a beaver edge
Trim your sheepskin coat and hats.
Sew colorful reindeer mittens.
Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries
Prepare for the winter bread shortage;
Sing out of boredom, dance, if you have the desire,
What else?

Spring

Eh, old man! The girl is free
Sweetest of all. Neither your chiseled tower,
No sables, beavers, or mittens
Lined roads are not; on thoughts
The girl Snegurochka has something else:
Live with people; she needs girlfriends
Fun and games until midnight, The fruits of labor and plans. Believe it
The tears will disappear. Work, pore, artist,
Above the sculpting of barely noticeable stars -
And everything will go to dust. But yesterday
The woman bird returned from across the sea 14
The baba bird is a gray-brown pelican.

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Sat down on a wide wormwood
And the wild ducks cry in the cold,
He scolds me abusively. Is it possible
It's my fault that I'm too hasty,
What from the warm waters without looking at the calendar? 15
Saints - a church book containing a calendar with a complete list of saints according to the days on which their memory is celebrated, as well as indicating holidays.

,
Heading north without time?
I weaved and weaved, and the ducks cackled,
There are no women in the trading baths;
And what did I overhear! Between gossip
Such a speech was blurted out by the woman bird, -
What, swimming in the Lenkoran Bay 16
Lenkoransky Bay is a bay in the southern part of the Caspian Sea.

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In the Gilan lakes 17
Gilan Lakes are lakes in the Gilan region, an administrative region of Iran located on the southwestern shore of the Caspian Sea.

I don't remember
At the drunken ragged fakir
And the sun has a hot conversation
I heard that it's like the sun
He is going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only
And is waiting to be planted in her heart
With its ray the fire of love; Then
There is no salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo
It will burn it, incinerate it, melt it.
I don’t know how, but it will kill. How long
Her soul is pure as a child,
He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden.

Spring

Enough!
Did you believe the stories of the stupid bird!
No wonder her nickname is Baba.

Freezing

I know
Without a woman, I think Yarilo is evil.

Spring

Give me back my Snow Maiden!

Freezing

I won't!
Where did you get the idea that I would like such a turntable?
Did you believe your daughter?

Spring

What about you, red nose,
You're swearing!

Freezing

Listen, let's make peace!
What a girl needs most is supervision
And a stern eye, not just one, but ten.
And you have no time, and you don’t want to
It's better to keep an eye on your daughter
Give it to Bobyl's settlement
Childless, instead of a daughter. Will
She has enough worries, and so do the guys.
There is no profit for Bobylev’s daughter
Roll your eyes. Do you agree?

Spring

I agree, let him live in the Bobylskaya family,
If only he was free.

Freezing

Daughter doesn't know
Absolutely love, in her cold heart
There is not a spark of destructive feeling;
And love won't know if you
Spring warmth of languishing bliss,
Caressing, warming 18
Vibrant - exciting.

Spring

Enough!
Call the Snow Maiden to me.

Freezing

Snow Maiden,
Snow Maiden, my child!

Snow Maiden (looks out from the forest)

He approaches his father.