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Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber
Ilya left Murom early and early, and he wanted to get to the capital Kyiv-grad by lunchtime. His fast horse gallops just below the walking cloud, higher in the forest standing. And quickly the hero arrived to the city of Chernigov. And near Chernigov there is a countless enemy force. There is no pedestrian or horse access. Enemy hordes are approaching the fortress walls, planning to overwhelm and ruin Chernigov.
Ilya rode up to the countless army and began to beat the rapist invaders like mowing grass. And with a sword, and a spear, and a heavy club,4 and the heroic horse tramples the enemies. And he soon nailed and trampled that great enemy force.
The gates in the fortress wall opened, the Chernigovites came out, bowed low to the hero and called him the governor of Chernigov-grad.
“It’s an honor for you, men of Chernigov, thank you, but I don’t want to sit as a governor in Chernigov,” answered Ilya Muromets. — I’m in a hurry to the capital Kyiv-grad. Show me the straight path!
“You are our deliverer, glorious Russian hero, the direct road to Kyiv-grad is overgrown and walled up.” The roundabout route is now used on foot and on horseback. Near the Black Mud, near the Smorodinka River, the Nightingale the Robber, Odikhmantiev’s son, settled. The robber sits on twelve oak trees. The villain whistles like a nightingale, screams like an animal, and from the whistling of the nightingale and from the cry of the animal, all the ant-grass withered, the azure flowers crumbled, dark forests they bow to the ground, and people lie dead! Don't go that way, glorious hero!
Ilya did not listen to the Chernigov residents and went straight ahead. He approaches the Smorodinka River and the Black Mud.
The Nightingale the Robber noticed him and began to whistle like a nightingale, screamed like an animal, and the villain hissed like a snake. The grass withered, the flowers fell off, the trees bowed to the ground, and the horse under Ilya began to stumble.
The hero got angry and swung a silk whip at the horse.
- Why are you, you wolfish sack of grass, starting to stumble? Apparently you haven’t heard the whistle of a nightingale, the thorn of a snake or the cry of an animal?
He himself grabbed a tight, explosive bow and shot at the Nightingale the Robber, wounding the monster’s right eye and right hand, and the villain fell to the ground. The hero tied the robber to the saddle pommel and drove the Nightingale across an open field past the nightingale’s lair. The sons and daughters saw how they were carrying their father, tied to the saddle bow, grabbed swords and spears, and ran to rescue the Nightingale the Robber. And Ilya scattered them, scattered them and, without hesitation, began to continue his path.
Ilya arrived in the capital Kyiv-grad, to the wide princely courtyard. And the glorious Prince Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko with the princes behind the knees, with the honorable boyars and the mighty heroes had just sat down at the dinner table.
Ilya parked his horse in the middle of the yard and entered the dining room himself. He laid down the cross in the written way, bowed on four sides in a learned way, and made a special appearance to the Grand Duke himself.
Prince Vladimir began to ask:
- Where are you from, good fellow, what is your name, what is your patronymic?
— I am from the city of Murom, from the suburban village of Karacharova, Ilya Muromets.
- How long ago, good fellow, did you leave Murom?
“I left Murom early in the morning,” answered Ilya, “I wanted to be in time for mass in Kyiv-grad, but on the way, I was late on the way.” And I was driving straight along the road past the city of Chernigov, past the Smorodinka River and Black Mud.
The prince frowned, frowned, and looked unkindly:
Popliteal - subordinate, subordinate.
“You, peasant hillbilly, are mocking us to our face!” There is an enemy army near Chernigov - a countless force, and there is no passage or passage for either foot or horse. And from Chernigov to Kyiv the straight road has long been overgrown and walled up. Near the river Smorodinka and Black Mud, the robber Nightingale, Odikhmantiev’s son, sits on twelve oak trees and does not allow anyone on foot or horse to pass. Not even a falcon bird can fly there!
Ilya Muromets responds to those words:
- Near Chernigov, the enemy’s army lies beaten and fought, and Nightingale the Robber is in your yard, wounded, strapped to a saddle.
Prince Vladimir jumped out from the table, threw a marten fur coat over one shoulder, a sable hat over one ear, and ran out onto the red porch.
I saw the Nightingale the Robber tied to the saddle pommel:
- Whistle, Nightingale, like a nightingale, scream, dog, like an animal, hiss, robber, like a snake!
“It was not you, prince, who captivated me and defeated me.” Ilya Muromets won and captivated me. And I won’t listen to anyone but him.
“Command, Ilya Muromets,” says Prince Vladimir, “to whistle, shout, hiss for the Nightingale!”
Ilya Muromets ordered:
- Whistle, Nightingale, half the whistle of a nightingale, scream half the cry of an animal, hiss half the thorn of a snake!
“From the bloody wound,” the Nightingale says, “my mouth is dry.” You ordered me to pour a glass of green wine, not a small glass - one and a half buckets, and then I will amuse Prince Vladimir.
They brought the Nightingale the Robber a glass of green wine. The villain took the charm with one hand and drank the charm as one spirit.
After that, he whistled with a full whistle like a nightingale, screamed with a full cry like an animal, and hissed with a full thorn like a snake.
Here the tops of the towers became crooked, and the stones in the towers crumbled, all the people who were in the yard lay dead. Vladimir-Prince of Stolno-Kiev covers himself with a marten fur coat and crawls around.
Ilya Muromets got angry. He mounted his good horse and took the Nightingale the Robber out into the open field:
“You’re full of ruining people, villain!” - And he cut off the head of the Nightingale.
This is how long the Nightingale the Robber lived in the world. That's where the story about him ended.
Ilya Muromets and the filthy Idol
Once Ilya Muromets left far from Kyiv into an open field, into a wide expanse. I shot geese, swans and gray ducks there. On the way, he met Elder Ivanishche, a walking Kalika. Ilya asks:
— How long have you been from Kyiv?
— Recently I was in Kyiv. Prince Vladimir and Apraxia are in trouble there. There were no heroes in the city, and the filthy Idolishche arrived. He is as tall as a haystack, with eyes like cups, with slanting fathoms in his shoulders. He sits in the princely chambers, treats himself, and shouts at the prince and princess: “Give me this and bring this!” And there is no one to defend them.
“Oh, you elder Ivanishche,” says Ilya Muromets, “you’re sturdier and stronger than me, but you don’t have the courage or the acumen!” Take off your Kalich dress, we’ll exchange clothes for a while.
Ilya dressed up in a Kalich dress and came to Kyiv for princely court and cried out in a loud voice:
- Give, prince, alms to the walker!
- Why are you bawling, you poor woman?! Go to the dining room. I want to have a word with you! - the filthy Idolishche shouted out the window.
The shoulders are slanted fathoms - broad shoulders.
Nishchekhlibina is a contemptuous address to a beggar.
The hero entered the upper room and stood at the lintel. The prince and princess did not recognize him.
And Idolishche, lounging, sits at the table, grinning:
- Have you, Kalika, seen the hero Ilyushka Muromets? What is his height and stature? Does he eat and drink a lot?
- Ilya Muromets is just like me in height and portliness. He eats a little bit of bread a day. Green wine, he drinks a glass of standing beer a day, and that’s how he feels full.
- What kind of hero is he? - Idolishche laughed and grinned. “Here I am, a hero—I eat a three-year-old roast bull at a time, and drink a barrel of green wine.” I’ll meet Ileika, the Russian hero, I’ll put him in the palm of my hand, I’ll slam him with the other, and all that’s left is dirt and water!
The passerby Kalika responds to that boast:
“Our priest also had a gluttonous pig.” She ate and drank a lot until she was torn.
The Idol did not like those speeches. He threw a yard-long damask knife, but Ilya Muromets was evasive and dodged the knife.
The knife stuck into the door frame, the door frame flew out into the canopy with a crash. Then Ilya Muromets, wearing bast shoes and a caliche dress, grabbed the filthy Idol, lifted him above his head and threw the braggart rapist on the brick floor.
Idolishche was alive for so long. And the glory of the mighty Russian hero is sung century after century.
Ilya Muromets and Kalin the Tsar
Prince Vladimir started a feast of honors and did not invite Ilya of Muromets. The hero was offended by the prince; He went out into the street, pulled his bow tight, began shooting at the silver domes of the church, at the gilded crosses, and shouted to the Kyiv peasants:
- Collect gilded crosses and silver church domes, take them to the circle - to the drinking house. Let's start our own feast for all the men of Kyiv!
Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev became angry and ordered Ilya of Muromets to be imprisoned in a deep cellar for three years.
And Vladimir’s daughter ordered the keys to the cellar to be made and, secretly from the prince, she ordered the glorious hero to be fed and watered, and sent him soft feather beds and down pillows.
How much time has passed, a messenger from Tsar Kalin galloped to Kyiv.
He swung the doors wide open, ran into the prince’s tower without asking, and threw a messenger letter to Vladimir. And in the letter it is written: “I order you, Prince Vladimir, to quickly clear the Streltsy streets and large princely courtyards and supply foamy beer, standing mead and green wine throughout all the streets and alleys, so that my army will have something to treat themselves to in Kyiv. If you don’t follow the order, you have yourself to blame. I will destroy Rus' with fire, I will destroy the city of Kyiv, and I will put you and the princess to death. I give three days.”
Prince Vladimir read the letter, sighed, and became sad.
Walks around the room, sheds burning tears, wipes himself with a silk scarf:
- Oh, why did I put Ilya Muromets in a deep cellar and ordered that cellar to be filled with yellow sand! Guess what, our defender is no longer alive? And there are no other heroes in Kyiv now. And there is no one to stand up for the faith, for the Russian land, there is no one to stand up for capital city, defend me with the princess and my daughter!
“Father Prince of Stolno-Kiev, don’t order me to be executed, let me say a word,” said Vladimir’s daughter. — Our Ilya Muromets is alive and well. I secretly gave him water, fed him, and looked after him. Forgive me, my unauthorized daughter!
“You’re smart, smart,” Prince Vladimir praised his daughter.
He grabbed the key to the cellar and ran after Ilya Muromets. He brought him to the white stone chambers, hugged and kissed the hero, treated him to sugar dishes, gave him sweet overseas wines, and said these words:
- Don’t be angry, Ilya Muromets! Let what happened between us grow into reality. Misfortune has befallen us. The dog Tsar Kalin approached the capital city of Kyiv and brought countless hordes. Rus' is threatening to be ruined and set on fire, Kiev - city to ruin, to overwhelm all the people of Kiev, but there are no heroes today. Everyone is standing at the outposts and gone on the road. I have all my hope in you alone, glorious hero Ilya Muromets!
Ilya Muromets has no time to chill out and treat himself at the princely table. He quickly went to his yard. First of all, I checked on my prophetic horse. The horse, well-fed, sleek, well-groomed, neighed joyfully when it saw its owner.
Ilya Muromets said to his friend:
- Thank you for taking care of the horse!
And he began to saddle the horse. First I applied
sweatshirt, and put felt on the sweatshirt, and an incontinent Cherkassy saddle on the felt. He pulled up twelve silk girths with damask pins, with red gold buckles, not for beauty, for pleasure, for the sake of heroic strength: silk girths stretch and do not break, damask steel bends and does not break, and red gold buckles do not rust. Ilya himself also equipped himself with heroic battle armor. He had a damask club with him, a long spear, he belted a combat sword, grabbed a traveling shawl and rode out into the open field. He sees that there are many infidel forces near Kiev. From the cry of men and from the neighing of horses, the human heart becomes sad. Wherever you look, you can’t see the end of the enemy hordes of power.
Ilya Muromets rode out, climbed a high hill, looked towards the east and saw white linen tents far, far away in an open field. He directed there, urged the horse, and said: “Apparently, our Russian heroes are standing there, they don’t know about the misfortune.”
And soon he drove up to the white linen tents and entered the tent of the greatest hero Samson Samoilovich, his godfather. And the heroes were having lunch at that time.
Ilya Muromets said:
- Bread and salt, holy Russian heroes!
Samson Samoilovich answered:
- Come on, perhaps, our glorious hero Ilya Muromets! Sit down to dine with us, taste some bread and salt!
Here the heroes stood up on their brisk feet, greeted Ilya Muromets, hugged him, kissed him three times, and invited him to the table.
- Thank you, brothers of the cross. “I didn’t come for dinner, but brought gloomy, sad news,” said Ilya Muromets. - There is an army of countless forces near Kiev. The dog Kalin the Tsar is threatening to take and burn our capital city, to cut down all the Kyiv men, to drive away wives and daughters, to destroy churches, to put Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraxia to an evil death. And I came to invite you to fight with your enemies!
The heroes responded to those speeches:
“We, Ilya Muromets, will not saddle our horses, we will not go and fight for Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraxia.” They have many close princes and boyars. Grand Duke Stolno-Kiev waters, feeds and favors them, but we have nothing from Vladimir and Apraxia Korolevichna. Don't persuade us, Ilya Muromets!
Ilya Muromets did not like those speeches. He mounted his good horse and rode up to the enemy hordes. He began to trample the enemy’s strength with his horse, stab him with a spear, chop him with a sword, and beat him with a road shawl. It hits and hits tirelessly. And the heroic horse under him spoke in human language:
- You cannot beat the enemy forces, Ilya Muromets. Tsar Kalin has mighty heroes and brave clearings, and deep trenches have been dug in the open fields. As soon as we sit in the tunnels, I’ll jump out of the first tunnel, and I’ll jump out of the other tunnel, and I’ll carry you out, Ilya, and even if I jump out of the third tunnel, I won’t be able to carry you out.
Ilya did not like those speeches. He picked up a silk whip, began to hit the horse’s steep hips, and said:
- Oh, you treacherous dog, wolf meat, grass bag! I feed you, sing you, take care of you, and you want to destroy me!
And then the horse with Ilya sank into the first tunnel. From there the faithful horse jumped out and carried the hero on his back. And again the hero began to beat the enemy’s force, like mowing grass. And another time the horse with Ilya sank into a deep tunnel. And from this tunnel a fast horse carried the hero.
The Basurman beats Ilya Muromets and says:
“Don’t go yourself and order your children and grandchildren to go and fight in Great Rus' forever and ever.”
At that time, he and his horse sank into the third deep tunnel. His faithful horse jumped out of the tunnel, but he could not bear Ilya Muromets. The enemies came running to catch the horse, but the faithful horse did not give in, it galloped far into an open field. Then dozens of heroes, hundreds of warriors attacked Ilya Muromets in a tunnel, tied him up, shackled his arms and legs and brought him to the tent to Tsar Kalin. Tsar Kalin greeted him kindly and affably and ordered him to untie and unchain the hero:
- Sit down, Ilya Muromets, with me, Tsar Kalin, at the same table, eat whatever your heart desires, drink my honey drinks. I will give you precious clothing, I will give you, as needed, the golden treasury. Do not serve Prince Vladimir, but serve me, Tsar Kalin, and you will be my neighbor prince-boyar!
Ilya Muromets looked at Tsar Kalin, grinned unkindly and said:
“I won’t sit with you at the same table, I won’t eat your dishes, I won’t drink your honey drinks, I don’t need precious clothes, I don’t need countless golden treasuries.” I will not serve you - the dog Tsar Kalin! And from now on I will faithfully defend, defend Great Rus', stand for the capital Kyiv City, for my people and for Prince Vladimir. And I’ll also tell you: you’re stupid, dog Kalin the Tsar, if you think you’ll find traitorous defectors in Rus'!
He swung the carpet door wide open and jumped out of the tent. And there the guards, the royal guards, fell like clouds on Ilya Muromets: some with shackles, some with ropes, trying to tie up the unarmed.
No such luck! The mighty hero strained himself, strained himself: he scattered and scattered the infidel and jumped through the enemy’s army into an open field, into a wide expanse.
He whistled with a heroic whistle, and out of nowhere, his faithful horse came running with armor and equipment.
Ilya Muromets rode out onto a high hill, pulled his bow tight and sent a red-hot arrow, he himself said: “You fly, red-hot arrow, into the white tent, fall, arrow, onto the white chest of my godfather, slip and make a small scratch. He will understand: it can be bad for me alone in battle.” An arrow hit Samson's tent. Samson the hero woke up, jumped up on quick feet and shouted in a loud voice:
- Arise, mighty Russian heroes! A red-hot arrow arrived from his godson - sad news: he needed help in a battle with the Saracens. He would not have sent the arrow in vain. Saddle up good horses without delay, and we will go to fight not for the sake of Prince Vladimir, but for the sake of the Russian people, to the rescue of the glorious Ilya Muromets!
Soon twelve heroes came to the rescue, and Ilya Muromets was with them in the thirteenth. They attacked the enemy hordes, beat them down, trampled under their horses all their countless forces, captured Tsar Kalin himself, and brought him to the chambers of Prince Vladimir. And King Kalin said:
“Don’t execute me, Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev, I will pay you tribute and order my children, grandchildren and great-grandchildren not to go to Rus' with a sword forever and ever, but to live with you in peace.” We will sign the document.
This is where the old epic ended.
Nikitich
Dobrynya and the Serpent
Dobrynya grew up to full age. Heroic skills awakened in him. Dobrynya Nikitich began to ride on a good horse in an open field and trample kites with his fast horse.
His dear mother, the honest widow Afimya Alexandrovna, told him:
- My child, Dobrynyushka, you don’t need to swim in the Pochay River. The river is angry, it is angry, it is fierce. The first stream in the river cuts like fire, from the second stream sparks fall, and from the third stream smoke pours out in a column. And you don’t need to go to the distant Sorochinskaya Mountain and go into snake holes and caves there.
Young Dobrynya Nikitich did not listen to his mother. He went out of the white-stone chambers into a wide, spacious courtyard, went into a standing stable, took out the heroic horse and began to saddle it: first he put on a sweatshirt, and on the sweatshirt he put felt, and on the felt he put a Cherkassy saddle, silk, decorated with gold, and tightened twelve silk girths. The buckles of the girths are pure gold, and the pins of the buckles are damask, not for the sake of beauty, but for the sake of strength: after all, silk does not tear, damask steel does not bend, red gold does not rust, a hero sits on a horse and does not age.
Then he attached a quiver with arrows to the saddle, took a tight heroic bow, took a heavy club and a long spear. The boy called in a loud voice and ordered him to accompany him.
You could see how he mounted the horse, but you couldn’t see how he rolled out of the yard, only the dusty smoke curled up in a pillar behind the hero.
Dobrynya drove with a steamboat through an open field. They did not meet any geese, swans, or gray ducks.
Then the hero drove up to the Pochay River. The horse under Dobrynya was exhausted, and he himself became tired under the baking sun. The good fellow wanted to take a swim. He dismounted from his horse, took off his traveling clothes, ordered the horse's crew to take care of him and feed him silk grass, and he swam far from the shore in only a thin linen shirt.
He swims and completely forgot that his mother was punishing him... And at that time, just from the eastern side, a dashing misfortune rolled in: the Serpent-Gorynishche flew in with three heads, twelve trunks, and eclipsed the sun with its filthy wings. He saw an unarmed man in the river, rushed down, grinned:
“You are now, Dobrynya, in my hands.” If I want, I’ll burn you with fire, if I want, I’ll take you alive, I’ll take you to the Sorochinsky mountains, into deep snake holes!
It throws sparks, burns with fire, and tries to grab the good fellow with its trunks.
But Dobrynya is agile, evasive, dodged the snake’s trunks, dived deep into the depths, and emerged right next to the shore. He jumped out onto the yellow sand, and the Serpent flies at his heels. The fellow is looking for heroic armor with which to fight the Serpent-monster, and he has not found a boat, a horse, or combat equipment. The Serpent-Mountain couple got scared, ran away and drove away the horse with armor.
Dobrynya sees: things are wrong, and he has no time to think and guess... He noticed a hat-cap of the Greek land on the sand and quickly filled the hat with yellow sand and threw that three-pound cap at the enemy. The Serpent fell on the damp ground. The hero jumped up to the Serpent on his white chest and wanted to kill him. Here the filthy monster begged:
- Young Dobrynyushka Nikitich! Don't beat me, don't execute me, let me go alive and unharmed. You and I will write notes among ourselves: do not fight forever, do not fight. I won’t fly to Rus', destroy villages and settlements, I won’t take a crowd of people. And you, my elder brother, don’t go to the Sorochinsky mountains, don’t trample little snakes with your frisky horse.
Young Dobrynya, he is trusting: he listened to flattering speeches, let the Snake go free will, on all four sides, he quickly found a boat with his horse, with equipment. After that he returned home and bowed low to his mother:
- Empress Mother! Bless me for heroic military service.
His mother blessed him, and Dobrynya went to the capital Kyiv City. He arrived at the prince’s court, tied the horse to a chiseled post, or to a gilded ring, he himself entered the white stone chambers, laid the cross in the written way, and bowed in a learned way: he bowed low on all four sides, and gave the prince and princess special treatment. . Prince Vladimir greeted the guest cordially and asked:
- You are a smart, burly, kind fellow, whose family, from what cities? And what should I call you by name, by your ancestral name?
- I am from the glorious city of Ryazan, the son of Nikita Romanovich and Afimya Alexandrovna - Dobrynya, the son of Nikitich. I came to you, prince, for military service.
And at that time, Prince Vladimir’s tables were open, princes, boyars and mighty Russian heroes were feasting. Prince Vladimir seated Dobrynya Nikitich at the table in a place of honor between Ilya Muromets and Danube Ivanovich, and brought him a glass of green wine, not a small glass - one and a half buckets. Dobrynya accepted the charm with one hand, and drank the charm as one spirit.
Meanwhile, Prince Vladimir paced around the dining room, the sovereign reprimanded word for word:
- Oh, you goy, mighty Russian heroes, today I do not live in joy, in sadness. My beloved niece, young Zabava Putyatichna, is lost. She was walking with her mothers and nannies in the green garden, and at that time the Serpent-Gorynishche was flying over Kiev, he grabbed Zabava Putyatichna, soared higher than the standing forest and carried him to the Sorochinsky mountains, into the deep serpentine caves. Would there be one of you, guys: you, kneeling princes, you, neighbor boyars, and you, mighty Russian heroes, who would go to the Sorochinsky Mountains, help out from the pit of the snake, rescue the beautiful Zabavushka Putyatichna and thereby console me and Princess Apraxia? !
All the princes and boyars remain silent.
The larger one is buried for the middle one, the middle one for the smaller one, but there is no answer from the smaller one.
Here it came to Dobrynya Nikitich’s mind: “But the Serpent violated the commandment: do not fly to Rus', do not take people full of people - if he carried it away, he captured Zabava Putyatichnya.” He left the table, bowed to Prince Vladimir and said these words:
“Sunny Vladimir, Prince of Stolno-Kiev, throw this service on me.” After all, Zmey Gorynych recognized me as his brother and swore to never fly to the Russian land and not take him as a captive, but he broke that oath-commandment. I should go to the Sorochinskie Mountains and help out Zabava Putyatichna.
The prince's face brightened and said:
- You consoled us, good fellow!
And Dobrynya bowed low to all four sides, and to the prince and princess in particular, then he went out into the wide courtyard, mounted a horse and rode to Ryazan-city.
There he asked his mother for his blessing to go to the Sorochinsky Mountains and rescue Russian prisoners from the snake-like world.
Mother Afimya Alexandrovna said:
- Go, dear child, and my blessing will be with you!
Then she handed over a whip of seven silks, handed over an embroidered scarf of white linen, and spoke these words to her son:
- When you fight with the Serpent, your right hand will get tired, become weaker, White light will be lost in your eyes, you wipe yourself with a handkerchief and dry your horse, it will take away all the fatigue as if by hand, and the strength of you and the horse will triple, and wave a seven-silk whip over the Serpent - he will bow to damp earth. Here you tear and chop all the trunks of the snake - all the power of the snake will be exhausted.
Dobrynya bowed low to his mother, the honest widow Afimya Alexandrovna, then mounted his good horse and rode to the Sorochinsky mountains.
And the filthy Zmeinishche-Gorynishche smelled Dobrynya half a field away, swooped in, began to shoot with fire and fight and fight. They fight for an hour and another. The greyhound horse became exhausted, began to stumble, and Dobrynya’s right hand waved, the light in her eyes faded. Then the hero remembered his mother’s order. He dried himself with an embroidered white linen handkerchief and wiped his horse. His faithful horse began to gallop three times faster than before. And Dobrynya’s fatigue disappeared, his strength tripled. He took the time, waved a seven-silk whip over the Serpent, and the Serpent’s strength was exhausted: he crouched and fell to the damp earth.
Dobrynya tore and chopped the snake trunks, and in the end he cut off all three heads of the filthy monster, chopped it with a sword, trampled all the baby snakes with his horse and went into the deep snake holes, cut and broke the strong locks, released a lot of people from the crowd, let everyone go free .
He brought Zabava Putyatichna into the world, put him on a horse and brought him to the capital Kyiv-grad.
He brought him to the princely chambers, there he bowed in a written way: to all four sides, and to the prince and princess in particular, he began to speak in a learned way:
“According to your command, prince, I went to the Sorochinsky mountains, destroyed and fought a snake den.” He killed the Snake-Gorynishcha itself and all the little snakes, released darkness upon the people, and rescued your beloved niece, young Zabava Putyatichna.
Prince Vladimir was delighted, he hugged Dobrynya Nikitich tightly, kissed him on the sugary lips, and seated him in his place of honor.
To rejoice, the prince started a feast of honor for all the prince-boyars, for all the mighty famous heroes.
And everyone at that feast got drunk and ate, glorified the heroism and prowess of the hero Dobrynya Nikitich.
Dobrynya, ambassador of Prince Vladimir
The prince's table-feast is half-full, the guests are sitting half-drunk. Only Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev is sad and joyless. He walks around the dining room, word-for-word the sovereign pronounces: “I have forgotten the care and sadness of my beloved niece Zabava Putyatichna and now another misfortune has happened: Khan Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich demands a great tribute for twelve years, in which letters and records were written between us. The khan threatens to go to war if he doesn’t give tribute. So it is necessary to send ambassadors to Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich, to bring back the tribute: twelve swans, twelve gyrfalcons, and a confession letter, and the tribute itself. So I’m thinking, who should I send as ambassadors?”
Here all the guests at the tables fell silent. The big one is buried behind the middle one, the middle one is buried behind the smaller one, but from the smaller one there is no answer. Then the nearby boyar stood up:
- Allow me, prince, to say a word.
“Speak, boyar, we will listen,” Prince Vladimir answered him.
And the boyar began to say:
“Going to the khan’s land is a considerable service, and there is no one better to send than Dobrynya Nikitich and Vasily Kazimirovich, and to send Ivan Dubrovich as an assistant.” They know how to act as ambassadors, and they know how to conduct a conversation with the khan.
And then Vladimir the Prince of Stolno-Kiev poured three spells of green wine, not small charms - into one and a half buckets, diluted the wine with standing honey.
He presented the first chara to Dobrynya Nikitich, the second chara to Vasily Kazimirovich, and the third chara to Ivan Dubrovich.
All three heroes stood up on their brisk feet, took the charm with one hand, drank to one spirit, bowed low to the prince, and all three said:
“We will do your service, prince, we will go to the khan’s land, we will give your confession letter, twelve swans as a gift, twelve gyrfalcons and tribute for twelve years to Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich.”
Prince Vladimir gave the ambassadors a letter of confession and ordered that twelve swans and twelve gyrfalcons be presented to Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich, and then he poured a box of pure silver, another box of red gold, a third box of sting pearls: tribute to the khan for twelve years.
With that, the ambassadors mounted good horses and rode off to the Khan’s land. During the day they travel along the red sun, at night they travel along the bright moon. Day after day, like rain, week after week, like a river, and good fellows move forward.
And so they came to the khan’s land, to the wide courtyard of Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich.
They got off their good horses. Young Dobrynya Nikitich waved the door on the heel, and they entered the white stone chambers of the khan. There they laid the cross in a written way, and bowed in a learned way, bowing low to all four sides, especially to the khan himself.
Khan began to ask the good fellows:
- Where are you from, stout, good fellows? What cities are you from, what family are you from and what is your name and dignification?
The good fellows answered:
- We came from the city from Kyiv, from the glorious prince from Vladimir. They brought you tributes from twelve years.
Here the khan was given a letter of guilt, twelve swans and twelve gyrfalcons were given as a gift. Then they brought a box of pure silver, another box of red gold and a third box of stingray pearls. After this, Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich seated the ambassadors at an oak table, fed, treated, watered and began to ask:
On the heel - wide open, wide, in full swing.
— Do you have any in Holy Rus'? glorious PRINCE Who plays chess at Vladimir’s, expensive gilded tavlei? Does anyone play checkers or chess?
Dobrynya Nikitich said in response:
“I can play checkers and chess with you, khan, and expensive gilded tavlei.”
They brought chessboards, and Dobrynya and the khan began to step from square to square. Dobrynya stepped once and stepped again, and on the third the khan closed the move.
Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich says:
- Ay, you, good fellow, are so good at playing checkers and tavlei. I played with no one before you, I beat everyone. I put a deposit under another game: two boxes of pure silver, two boxes of red gold and two boxes of stingray pearls.
Dobrynya Nikitich answered him:
“My business is precious, I have no countless gold treasury with me, no pure silver, no red gold, and no stinging pearls.” Unless I put my wild head as a mortgage.
So the khan stepped once and didn’t step, another time he stepped and overstepped, and the third time Dobrynya closed his move, he won Bakhtiyarov’s pledge: two boxes of pure silver, two boxes of red gold and two boxes of stingray pearls.
The Khan got excited, got excited, he set a great pledge: to pay tribute to Prince Vladimir for twelve years and a half. And for the third time Dobrynya won the pledge. The loss was great, the khan lost and was offended. He says these words:
- Glorious heroes, ambassadors of Vladimir! How many of you are good at shooting from a bow in order to pass a red-hot arrow along the tip of a knife, so that the arrow splits in half and the arrow hits the silver ring and both halves of the arrow have equal weight?
And twelve stalwart heroes brought the Khan’s best bow.
Young Dobrynya Nikitich took that tight, brittle bow, began to lay a red-hot arrow, Dobrynya began to pull the string, the string broke like a rotten thread, and the bow broke and fell apart. Young Dobrynyushka said:
- Oh, you, Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich, that crappy ray of goodness, worthless!
And he said to Ivan Dubrovich:
- Go, my brother of the cross, to the wide courtyard, bring my traveling bow, which is attached to the right stirrup.
Ivan Dubrovich unfastened the bow from the right stirrup and carried that bow into the white-stone chamber. And the ringing caterpillars were attached to the bow - not for beauty, but for the sake of valiant amusement. And now Ivanushka is carrying a bow and playing the caterpillars. All the Basurmans listened, they didn’t have such a diva of eyelids...
Dobrynya takes his tight bow, stands opposite the silver ring, and three times he shoots at the edge of the knife, doubles the red-hot arrow in two and hits the silver ring three times.
Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich started shooting here. The first time he shot, he missed, the second time he shot, he overshot, and the third time he shot, but didn’t hit the ring.
This Khan did not fall in love, he did not fall in love. And he planned something bad: to kill, to kill the ambassadors of Kyiv, all three heroes. And he spoke kindly:
- Would any of you wish, glorious heroes, ambassadors of Vladimirov, should we fight and have fun with our fighters, taste our strength?
Before Vasily Kazimirovich and Ivan Dubrovich had time to utter a word, young Dobrynyushka burst out into a rage; He took it off, straightened his mighty shoulders and went out into the wide courtyard. There the hero-fighter met him. The hero is fearsome in height, his shoulders are slanting fathoms, his head is like a beer cauldron, and behind that hero there are many many fighters. They began to walk around the yard and began to push young Dobrynyushka. And Dobrynya pushed them away, kicked them and threw them away from him. Then the terrible hero grabbed Dobrynya by the white hands, but they did not fight for long, they measured their strength - Dobrynya was strong, grippy... He threw and threw the hero on the damp ground, only a roar began, the earth trembled. At first the fighters were horrified, they hurried, and then they attacked Dobrynya en masse, and the fun-fighting was replaced by a fight-fight. They attacked Dobrynya with a shout and with weapons.
But Dobrynya was unarmed, scattered the first hundred, crucified them, and then a whole thousand after them.
He grabbed the cart axle and began to treat his enemies with that axle. Ivan Dubrovich jumped out of the chambers to help him, and the two of them began to beat and beat their enemies. Where the heroes pass is a street, and where they turn to the side there is an alley.
Enemies lie down and don’t cry.
The khan’s arms and legs began to shake when he saw this massacre. Somehow he crawled out into the wide courtyard and begged, began to beg:
- Glorious Russian heroes! Leave my fighters, don’t destroy them! And I will give Prince Vladimir a letter of confession, I will order my grandchildren and great-grandchildren not to fight with the Russians, not to fight, and I will pay tribute forever and ever!
He invited the heroic ambassadors into the white stone chambers and treated them there to sugar and honey dishes. After that, Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich wrote a letter of confession to Prince Vladimir: for all eternity do not go to war in Rus', do not fight with the Russians, do not fight and pay tribute forever and ever. Then he poured a cartload of pure silver, another cartload of red gold, and a third cartload of stinging pearls and sent twelve swans and twelve gyrfalcons as a gift to Vladimir and sent off the ambassadors with great honor. He himself went out into the wide courtyard and bowed low to the heroes.
And the mighty Russian heroes - Dobrynya Nikitich, Vasily Kazimirovich and Ivan Dubrovich mounted good horses and rode away from the court of Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich, and after them they drove three carts with countless treasury and gifts to Prince Vladimir. Day after day, like rain, week after week, like a river flows, and the heroic ambassadors move forward. They travel from morning until evening, from the red sun until sunset. When the frisky horses become emaciated and the good fellows themselves become tired and tired, they set up white linen tents, feed the horses, rest, eat and drink, and again while away the journey. They travel through wide fields, cross fast rivers - and then they arrive in the capital Kyiv-grad.
They drove into the prince’s spacious courtyard and dismounted from their good horses, then Dobrynya Nikitich, Vasily Kazimirovich and Ivanushka Dubrovich entered the princely chambers, they laid the cross in a learned way, bowed in a written way: they bowed low on all four sides, and to Prince Vladimir with princess in particular, and these words were spoken:
- Oh, you goy, Prince Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev! We visited the Khan's Horde and performed your service there. Khan Bakhtiyar ordered to bow to you. “And then they gave Prince Vladimir the Khan’s letter of guilt.
Prince Vladimir sat on an oak bench and read that letter. Then he jumped up on his brisk legs, began to walk around the ward, began to stroke his blond curls, began to wave his right hand and said with light joy:
- Oh, glorious Russian heroes! After all, in the Khan’s letter, Bakhtiyar Bakhtiyarovich asks for peace forever, and it is also written there: he will pay tribute to us century after century. That's how wonderfully you celebrated my embassy there!
Here Dobrynya Nikitich, Vasily Kazimirovich and Ivan Dubrovich presented Prince Bakhtiyarov with a gift: twelve swans, twelve gyrfalcons and a great tribute - a cartload of pure silver, a cartload of red gold and a cartload of ray pearls.
And Prince Vladimir, in the joy of honors, started a feast in honor of Dobrynya Nikitich, Vasily Kazimirovich and Ivan Dubrovich.
And on that Dobrynya they sing glory to Nikitich.
Alesha Popovich
Alyosha
In the glorious city of Rostov, near the cathedral priest Father Levontius, one child grew up in consolation and to the joy of his parents - his beloved son Alyoshenka.
The guy grew up, maturing by leaps and bounds, as if the dough on a sponge was rising, filling with strength and strength.
He started running outside and playing games with the guys. In all the childish pranks, the ringleader-ataman was: brave, cheerful, desperate - a wild, daring little head!
Sometimes the neighbors complained: “He doesn’t know how to stop me from playing pranks! Stop it, take it easy on your son!”
But the parents doted on their son and in response they said: “You can’t do anything with daring and severity, but he will grow up, mature, and all the pranks and pranks will disappear as if by hand!”
This is how Alyosha Popovich Jr. grew up. And he grew older. He rode a fast horse and learned to wield a sword. And then he came to his parent, bowed at his father’s feet and began to ask for forgiveness and blessing:
- Bless me, parent-father, to go to the capital Kyiv City, to serve Prince Vladimir, to stand at heroic outposts, to defend our land from enemies.
“My mother and I didn’t expect that you would leave us, that there would be no one to rest us in our old age, but apparently it’s written in our family: you should work in military affairs.” That is a good deed, but for good deeds accept our parental blessing, for bad deeds we do not bless you!
Then Alyosha went to the wide yard, entered the standing stable, brought out the heroic horse and began to saddle the horse. First, he put on sweatshirts, put felt on the sweatshirts, and a Cherkassy saddle on the felts, tightened the silk girths tightly, fastened the gold buckles, and the buckles had damask pins. Everything is not for the sake of beauty, but for the sake of heroic strength: as silk does not tear, damask steel does not bend, red gold does not rust, the hero sits on a horse and does not age.
He put on chain mail armor and fastened pearl buttons. Moreover, he put on a damask breastplate and took on all the heroic armor. The archer had a tight, explosive bow and twelve red-hot arrows, he also took a heroic club and a long-length spear, he girded himself with a treasury sword, and did not forget to take a sharp leg-tent. The little boy shouted to Evdokimushka in a loud voice:
- Don't lag behind, follow me! And as soon as they saw the brave young man get on his horse, they didn’t see him ride out of the yard. Only a dusty smoke rose.
Whether the journey lasted long or short, how long or how long the road lasted, and Alyosha Popovich arrived with his little steamer, Evdokimushka, to the capital city of Kiev. They did not enter by road, not by gate, but by the policemen galloping over the walls, past the corner tower into the wide prince’s courtyard. Then Alyosha jumped off his good horse, he entered the princely chambers, laid the cross in the written way, and bowed in a learned way: he bowed low on all four sides, and especially to Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraksin.
At that time, Prince Vladimir was having a feast of honor, and he ordered his youths, the faithful servants, to seat Alyosha at the baking post.
Alyosha Popovich and Tugarin
The glorious Russian heroes in Kyiv at that time were not the same as elk. The princes and boyars came together for the feast, and everyone sat gloomily, joyless, the violent ones hung their heads, drowned their eyes in the oak floor...
At that time, at that time, with a loud noise, the door was swung on its heel and Tugarin the dog-catcher entered the dining room. Tugarin is of terrible height, his head is like a beer kettle, his eyes are like bowls, and his shoulders are slanting fathoms. Tugarin did not pray to images, did not greet princes or boyars. And Prince Vladimir and Apraxia bowed low to him, took him by the arms, and sat him down at the table in a large corner on an oak bench, gilded, covered with an expensive fluffy carpet. Tugarin sat down and collapsed in a place of honor, sitting, grinning with his whole wide mouth, mocking the princes and boyars, mocking Vladimir the Prince. Endovami drinks green wine, washes it down with standing honey.
They brought swan geese and gray ducks, baked, boiled, and fried, to the tables. Tugarin put a loaf of bread on his cheek, white swan swallowed it right away...
Alyosha looked from behind the bakery post at Tugarin the impudent man and said:
“My parent, a Rostov priest, had a gluttonous cow: she drank a whole tub of swill until the gluttonous cow tore to pieces!”
Tugarin did not like those speeches; they seemed offensive. He threw a sharp knife-dagger at Alyosha. But Alyosha - he was evasive - on the fly he grabbed a sharp knife-dagger with his hand, and he himself sat unharmed. And he spoke these words:
- We will go, Tugarin, with you into an open field and try our heroic strength.
And so they mounted good horses and rode off into an open field, into a wide expanse. They fought there, hacking until the evening, the red sun until sunset, and neither of them hurt anyone. Tugarin had a horse on wings of fire. Tugarin soared, rose on a winged horse under the shells and managed to seize the time to hit Alyosha with a gyrfalcon from above and fall. Alyosha began to ask and say:
- Rise up, roll over, dark cloud! You, cloud, pour out frequent rain, pour out, extinguish Tugarin’s horse’s wings of fire!
And out of nowhere a dark cloud appeared. The cloud poured down with frequent rain, flooded and extinguished the wings of fire, and Tugarin descended on a horse from the skies to the damp earth.
Then Alyoshenka Popovich Jr. shouted in a loud voice, like playing a trumpet:
- Look back, you bastard! There are Russian mighty heroes standing there. They came to help me!
Tugarin looked around, and at that time, at that time, Alyoshenka jumped up to him - he was quick-witted and dexterous - waved his heroic sword and cut off Tugarin’s violent head. That’s where the duel with Tugarin ended.
Battle with the Basurman army near Kyiv
Alyosha turned his prophetic horse and rode to Kyiv-grad. He overtakes and catches up with a small squad - Russian leaders.
The warriors ask:
“Where are you heading, stout, kind fellow, and what is your name, what is your ancestral name?”
The hero answers the warriors:
- I am Alyosha Popovich. I fought and fought in an open field with the boastful Tugarin, cut off his violent head, and now I’m on my way to the capital Kyiv-grad.
Alyosha is riding with his warriors, and they see: near the city of Kyiv itself there is an infidel army-force.
Policemen surrounded and surrounded the walls on all four sides. And so much of that unfaithful force has been driven up that from the scream of the infidel, from the neighing of a horse and from the creaking of a cart, the noise is as if thunder is rumbling, and the human heart is saddened. Near the army, an infidel horseman-hero rides across an open field, shouting in a loud voice and boasting:
“We will wipe out the city of Kiev from the face of the earth, we will burn all the houses and God’s churches with fire, we will roll with a firebrand, we will kill all the townspeople, we will take the boyars and Prince Vladimir in full and force us in the Horde to go as shepherds and milk mares!”
When they saw the innumerable power of the infidel and heard the boastful speeches of Alyosha’s boastful rider, his fellow travelers-combatants held back their zealous horses, turned dark, and hesitated.
And Alyosha Popovich was hot and assertive. Where it was impossible to take by force, he took it in a swoop. He shouted in a loud voice:
- You are a goy, good squad! Two deaths cannot happen, but one cannot be avoided. It would be better for us to lay down our heads in battle than for the glorious city of Kyiv to endure the shame! We will attack the innumerable army, we will liberate the great Kiev-grad from the scourge, and our merit will not be forgotten, it will pass, loud fame will spread about us: the old Cossack Ilya Muromets, son Ivanovich, will also hear about us. For our bravery he will bow to us - either not honor, not glory!
Alyosha Popovich Jr. and his brave squad attacked the enemy hordes. They beat the infidels like they cut down grass: sometimes with a sword, sometimes with a spear, sometimes with a heavy battle club. Alyosha Popovich took out the most important hero and boaster with a sharp sword and cut him and broke him in two. Then horror and fear attacked the enemies. The opponents could not resist and ran away in all directions. And the road to the capital city of Kyiv was cleared.
Either from the city of Murom,
From that village and Karacharova
a remote, portly, kind fellow was leaving.
He stood at Matins in Murom,
And he wanted to be in time for lunch in the capital Kyiv-grad. Yes, he drove up to the glorious city of Chernigov, And near the city of Chernigov, black and black, and black and black, like a black crow. So reluctantly no one walks here, No one rides here on a good horse, The black raven bird does not fly over, Let the gray beast not prowl. And he rode up as if he were approaching a great powerhouse, He began to trample this great powerhouse with his horse and began to stab him with a spear, And he beat this entire great power, He rode up to the glorious city of Chernigov-grad, The peasants came out and here Chernigov And They opened the gates to Chernigov-grad. And they call him a governor in Chernigov. Ilya says to them and these are the words: “Oh, you guys are from Chernigov!” I am not coming to you as a commander in Chernigov.
He began to jump from hill to hill,
There were small rivers and little lakes between my legs.
He drives up to the river near Smorodinka,
Yes, to that he is to Dirt, he is to Black.
Yes, to that birch tree, to the curse,
To that glorious cross to Levanidov.
The Nightingale whistled like a nightingale,
The villain-robber screamed like an animal -
So all the grass-ants were entwined,
And the azure flowers fell off,
The dark forests all bowed to the ground.
His good horse yes heroic
And he stumbles on the roots -
And like the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He takes a silk whip in his hand when in trouble.
And he hit the horse on its steep ribs.
He spoke to Ilya these words:
- Oh, you're a wolf's fill and a bag of grass!*
Or don’t you want to go, or can’t carry it?
Why are you stumbling on the roots, dog?
Have you heard the nightingale whistle,
Have you heard the cry of an animal?
Have you seen any heroic blows? -
Yes, he takes his tight, explosive bow*,
He takes it in his own hands,
He pulled the silken string,
And he put a red-hot arrow,
He shot so-and-so Nightingale the Robber,
He knocked out his right eye with a pigtail,
He let the Nightingale fall to the damp ground.
He fastened it to the right one with a damask stirrup, He drove it across the glorious open field, He took it past the nightingale’s nest. In that nest and the nightingale And there happened to be three daughters, And there were three daughters of his beloved. The big daughter - this one looks out of the window awkwardly, She says these words: - Our father is coming clear field. And he’s sitting on a good horse, And he’s carrying a rustic peasant Yes, the one on the right is chained to the stirrup. - She looked like another beloved daughter, She said these words: “Our father is riding through an open field, And he’s carrying a rustic peasant Yes, and chained to the right one. - His beloved youngest daughter looked at him, She said these words: “A rustic peasant is riding, And he is sitting on a good horse.” Yes, and our father is lucky at the stirrup, Chained to the damask man at the stirrup - His right eye with a braid has been knocked out. - She, too, spoke, and these are the words: - And our beloved husbands! You take the animal spears* Yes, run into the open field, Yes, you beat the peasant hillbilly!
These husbands and their beloved ones,
There are sons-in-law and nightingales,
Grabbed like animal horns
Yes, and they ran into an open field
Whether to the peasant-hillbilly
Yes, they want to kill the hillbilly peasant.
The Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantiev's son tells them
- Oh, my beloved sons-in-law!
Throw down the animal spears,
You call a man and a hillbilly,
Call the nightingale to your nest,
Yes, feed him some sugar,
Yes, you sing it with a drink of honey,
And give him precious gifts! -
These sons-in-law and nightingales
They threw away the animals' spears,
And the name of the man and the hillbilly
In that nest and the nightingale.
And the hillbilly man didn’t listen,
And he’s driving through a glorious open field
Directly along the path to the capital Kyiv-grad.
He came to the glorious capital Kyiv city
And to the glorious prince in the wide courtyard.
And Prince Vladimir came out of God’s church,
He came to the white stone chamber,
To your dining room in the little room,
They sat down to eat and drink and eat bread,
Eat bread and have lunch.
And here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He stood his horse in the middle of the yard,
He himself goes to the white-stone chambers.
He walked into the dining room in the little room,
He swung the door on his heel,
He laid the cross in a written way,
He bowed like a scientist,
He bowed low to all three, four to the sides, to Prince Vladimir himself especially, and to all his princes he bowed under his knees*. Then Vladimir the Prince began to question the young man: “Tell me, you’re a smart, portly, kind fellow, Somehow, you’re a good fellow, and they call you by your name, They call you, daring, according to your fatherland?” - The old Cossack and Ilya Muromets said: - I am from the glorious city of Murom, From that village and Karacharova, I am the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets, Ilya Muromets and son Ivanovich. - Vladimir says these words to him: - Ay old Cossack and Ilya Muromets! And how long ago did you leave Murom? And which road did you take to the capital Kyiv-grad? - Ilya spoke these words: - Oh, you are glorious Vladimir of Stolno-Kiev! I stood at Christ's Matins in Murom, And I wanted to be in time for lunch in the capital Kyiv-grad, Then my path was delayed. And I was driving along a straight path, On a straight path I was driving past Chernigov-grad, I was driving past this Mud and past Black, I was driving past the glorious river Smorodina, I was driving past that glorious birch tree, I was driving past the glorious Levanidov cross. - These are the words Vladimir told him. : - Oh, you peasant hillbilly, In your eyes, man, you are playing tricks, In your eyes, man, you are mocking. Like the glorious city of Chernigov, a lot of forces were overtaken here - No one walked with infantry, And no one rode on a good horse, No gray beast prowled there, No black raven bird flew by. And either at that one, at the Mud, at Chernoya, or at the glorious one, at the river near Smorodina, or at that one, at the birch tree, at the cursed one. At that cross near Levanidov’s Nightingale sits the Robber Odikhmantiev’s son. The way the Nightingale whistles like a nightingale, the way the villain-robber screams like an animal - Then all the ant-grass gobbles up. And the azure flowers fall off. The dark forests are all bowing to the ground, And what people there are, they are all lying dead. - Ilya told him and these are the words: You. Vladimir the Prince of Stolno-Kiev! Nightingale the Robber in your yard. After all, his right eye with a braid was knocked out, And he was chained to a damask stirrup. - Then Vladimir the Prince of Stolno-Kiev He quickly got up and on his frisky legs, threw his marten fur coat over one shoulder. Then he wears a sable cap over one ear, He goes out into his wide yard to look at the Nightingale the Robber. Prince Vladimir spoke, and these are the words: “Shout, Nightingale, like a nightingale. Cry, you dog, like an animal.” The Nightingale said to him, the Robber Odikhmantiev’s son: “Not yours.” Today, Prince, I’m having lunch, and it’s not you I want to listen to. I dined with the old Cossack Ilya Muromets, Yes, I want to listen to him. - He spoke like Prince Vladimir and Stolno-Kiev: - Oh, you old Cossack Ilya Muromets! Order the Nightingale to whistle, and like a nightingale, and command the Nightingale to scream, like an animal.” Ilya spoke and these are the words: “Ah, the Nightingale, the Robber, Odikhmanty’s son!” Whistle at half the whistle of a nightingale, Shout at half the cry of an animal.” The Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantyev’s son said to him: “Oh, you old Cossack Ilya Muromets!” My bloody wounds are sealed, But my sugar lips do not move, I cannot whistle like a nightingale, I cannot scream like an animal.
And you tell Prince Vladimir
Pour me a glass of wine and some green wine.
I'm getting drunk like a spell of green wine -
My bloody wounds will burst,
And my sugary lips will part,
Yes, then I will whistle like a nightingale,
Yes, then I will scream like an animal. -
Ilya spoke here to Prince Vladimir:
- You, Vladimir the Prince of Stolno-Kiev.
You go to your dining room in the little room,
Pour some green wine for Charu.
You are not a small foot - but a bucket and a half,
Bring it to the Nightingale to the Robber.-
That is Vladimir the Prince and Stolno-Kiev
He quickly went to the dining room to his little room,
He poured a glass of green wine,
Yes, he’s not a small foot - yes, a bucket and a half,
He cultivated standing honeys,
He brought it to the Nightingale the Robber.
Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantiev's son
He accepted the glass from the prince with one hand,
Nightingale drank that glass in one breath.
He whistled like a Nightingale here in the nightingale way.
The Robber shouted like an animal -
The poppies on the towers have become crooked,
And the shrapnel in the towers scattered.
From him, from the nightingale's whistle,
And if there are any people, they are all lying dead.
And Vladimir the Prince of Stolno-Kiev
He covers himself with a marten fur coat.
And here is an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
He quickly mounted his good horse,
And he was taking Nightingale to the floor,
And he cut off his violent head.
Ilya spoke and these are the words:
- You should whistle like a nightingale,
You're tired of screaming like an animal,
You're full of tears and fathers and mothers,
It's enough for you to make widows and young wives,
You really have to waste orphans and little children! And here the Nightingale sings his glory*, And they sing his glory for centuries!
It was in the city of Murom, the village of Karacharovo. Once upon a time there lived a peasant, nicknamed Ivan Svet Timofeevich, with his wife Efrosinya Yakovlevna. They lived for fifty years, but they had no children.
Often old people grieved that in their old age there would be no one to feed them. Finally a son was given to them. They gave him the name Ilya.
And so they live with their son Ilya, they live, they can’t get enough of it. It grows quickly. A year has passed, a second has passed. Then the old people saw great grief: their son needed to start walking, but he sat like a pillar. His legs are like whips; He works with his hands, but doesn’t move his legs at all.
The third year has passed, and Ilya is no easier. The legs are like whips, they don’t move at all.
The old people began to cry even more: there is a son, but he’s no good, so we have to feed him.
And Ilya lived for a long time in the same pillar, he could not move his leg.
He lived for thirty years in this form. And at one point beautiful time Ivan Timofeevich had to uproot the stumps in order to sow wheat.
The old people went into the forests and left Ilya alone in the house. Ilya was already accustomed to sitting and guarding the house.
The day turned out to be very hot. Ilya sits, then wets himself. And suddenly he hears - someone came up to their window and knocked on the window. Somehow Ilya Muromets stretched, opened the window, and saw two very old wanderers standing.
Ilya looked at them and said:
- What do you, strangers, want? And they say:
- Let us drink some intoxicating beer. We know you have some intoxicating beer in the basement. Yes, bring us a bowl of one and a half buckets.
Ilya answered them:
“And I would be glad to bring you some intoxicating beer, but I can’t walk: my legs can’t walk.”
“Try it first, Ilya, and then speak,” the elders answer.
- Why, dear elders, I’ve been sitting for thirty years and I know that my legs can’t walk.
And they say:
- Stop deceiving us, Ilya! Try it first, and then talk.
Ilya moved one leg - he moved. The other one moved and moved. He jumped off the bench, grabbed a bucket and a half bowl and ran, as if he had been running all the time, into his father’s deep basement. He poured a full cup from the barrel, brought it to the elders, and said to them:
- Nate, eat on good health, wanderers. I am very glad that you taught me to walk.
And they say:
- Come on, Ilya, eat it yourself first.
Ilya Muromets did not argue, grabs a bowl of one and a half buckets and drinks it on the spot in one breath.
- Well, now, good fellow, Ilya Muromets, tell me, how strong do you feel in yourself?
“I feel a lot of strength in me,” Ilya answers. “I have enough strength.”
The elders consulted and said:
- No, there must still be very little strength. Go ahead, Ilya, and bring the second cup.
Ilya grabbed a bowl and a half bucket and rushed into his cellar. He pours out the second cup and brings it to the elders. I started serving it to them, they said:
- Well, eat it yourself, good fellow.
Ilya Muromets did not argue, takes the cup and drinks in one breath.
- Come on, daring hero Ilya, tell me, do you feel a lot of strength in yourself?
And he answers the strangers:
- Eh, I feel a lot of strength!
- How do you identify a strong man?
“If there were a pillar in the sky, and on that pillar there would be a ring, I would take hold of this ring and turn over the entire Russian land.”
The wanderers consulted and said:
- Eh, no, we gave him a lot of strength. It wouldn't hurt to tone it down. Ilya! Go to the basement, bring another bowl and a half bucket.
Ilya did not argue, he immediately ran into the cellar. When he brought the cup, the elders said:
- Come on, Ilya Muromets, eat it yourself first. Ilya Muromets does not argue and drinks the cup himself. When he’s drunk, the wanderers start asking back:
- Come on, daring hero, tell me, do you feel a lot of strength in yourself?
Then Ilya Muromets answers like this:
- I feel that my strength has decreased by half a ounce.
Then the wanderers consulted and said:
- Enough, Ilya Muromets, you have strength.
And they no longer sent him for intoxicating beer, but began to tell him this:
- Listen, good fellow, Ilya Muromets! We gave you legs, we gave you heroic strength - nothing prevents you from traveling across the Russian land. But remember: do not offend the defenseless, but beat the robber thief, do not fight the Mikulov family: his mother loves cheese and earth. And don’t fight with Svyatogor the hero: his mother, the earth, carries the cheese through force. And now, Ilya Muromets, you need a heroic horse. But you will have to take care of the heroic horse yourself, because the horses will not bear you.
- Where can I get a horse that can carry me? - says Ilya Muromets.
- But we’ll teach you now. One fine day a peasant will lead a mangy, inferior foal past your house and take it to kill it. But don’t let him out of your sight, ask the peasant for this foal, put him in a stall and feed him wheat. And every morning take him out into the dew, let him roll in the dew. And when he is three years old, take him out to the field and teach him to gallop through large ditches and high meadows.
Ilya Muromets listened to all this attentively, did not want to lose a single word.
“Well,” say the wanderers, “we’ve said everything we knew.” Be careful, don’t harm the defenseless, don’t let a thief pass by. Look, it was written in your birth not to be killed. You will die your own death.
Ilya Muromets thanked them and invited them to eat something, but they refused everything and left.
He was left alone and wanted to go see his father and mother and help them with their work. He comes to his father, and there after labor work everyone fell asleep. He wanted to try his ax and began to chop. As he pulls with an ax, he will go right to the butt. The power in Ilya is enormous. Ilya Muromets chopped down the forest and stuck an ax into a stump. And the ax went to the very edge. He stuck all the axes into the stumps and hid himself behind a tree. When they arrived, having rested and died, they wanted to take up the axes, but no matter how hard they pulled, they could not pull them out of the trees. He may have stuck the axes in as a joke, but his strength was painfully great.
Ilya sees that things are not working out for them, he comes out from under cover and approaches his father and mother. And they don’t even believe their eyes: Muromets was a cripple, but he became healthy.
Ilya Muromets took out all the axes and began to help his parents. My father couldn't be happier looking at his work.
We finished work, came home and began to live and live.
And Ilya Muromets kept watching when the peasant led the lousy foal. And then he sees, sure enough, a man is coming.
Ilya runs out and asks:
-Where are you taking the foal? And he answers:
- It turned out very bad, you need to kill it.
Then Ilya Muromets began to convincingly ask the peasant to give him the foal and not knock him down. And the peasant asks:
- Where do you want such a foal, so strong? He is not even suitable for a peasant.
Ilya Muromets began to insist on his own, and began to ask again:
- Sell me the foal.
The peasant gave Ilya the foal and didn’t even take any payment from Ilya.
Ilya Muromets brought a foal home, put him in a stall and began to water and feed him, as the wanderers taught.
Soon Ilya Muromets's care had an effect on the foal, and he began to grow very quickly. And when he was three years old, he became a strong horse, Ilya Muromets began to take him out into the open field and taught him to gallop through wide ditches, crevices, and tines. And he himself marveled at how strong and good his horse turned out to be.
He began to look for armor for himself, as well as a quiver of arrows, a tight bow and a sword. Whatever he was striving for, he found everything according to his strength. And when everything was ready, Ilya Muromets came to his father and mother and said:
- My dearest parent, Ivan Timofeevich, my dearest mother Efrosinya Yakovlevna! For a long time I wanted to walk around the world, see people, show myself! Bless me, I'll go.
-Where are you going? - asks his father.
- To the capital city of Kyiv, to serve Prince Vladimir the Red Sun.
Father and mother cried:
- Oh, you are our dear son, we thought of feeding you for our consolation. But we see that you can’t keep a falcon in a tight cage. There is nothing to do, go to Prince Vladimir, and see, stand up for the weak, do not offend the defenseless, beat the robber thief.
Ilya Muromets put on heroic armor, a feathered helmet, and girded himself with a sword. Then he mounted his horse, sat on it and rode off.
He drove and drove and reached the city of Chernigov. And he looks - he can’t believe his eyes. There are tons of troops around the city of Chernigov. Three princes of the Basurmans approached the city of Chernigov, and each prince had three hundred thousand troops.
Ilya Muromets looked - the city was locked, and the Chernigov peasants were being tormented by infidels by starvation. Ilya felt sorry for the Chernigov peasants. He tied his saddle tighter, took a damask sword and flew like a whirlwind towards the Basurman enemies. He began to chop, and as quickly as mowing grass anyway. They saw that the forces were unequal, and they fled. Those who could, rushed in all directions.
From the fortress the peasants of Chernigov see that some hero has taken their side. And Ilya had no one to beat. He drove up to the white linen tents and looked at the three princes of the Basurmans standing neither alive nor dead, white as a sheet, shaking like an aspen leaf. Ilya caught up with them, they fell to their knees and began to beg for mercy. Then Ilya Muromets tells them this:
- Why do you offend peasants? If you were older, I would remove your violent heads. Yes, you are too young! Go home and tell your parents; There is still someone in Rus' who can stand up for the Russian land.
He took an oath from them so that they would no longer travel to Russian soil. And they were glad that they were pardoned, mounted their horses and began to run away after their army.
The peasants of Chernigov saw all this from the city walls. They see - they are free. They opened the gate, presented the hero with the keys on a golden platter and began to offer him what he wanted.
But Ilya Muromets was not greedy for various treasures: he refused all of it.
The peasants of Chernigov began to ask him to come and talk to them. But even here Ilya Muromets began to refuse, because his soul was yearning for space.
Then the Chernigov peasants ask:
-Where are you going, daring hero?
“I’m going to the capital city of Kyiv,” says Ilya Muromets, “to see Prince Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko.”
And the Chernigov peasants say:
- Look, don’t drive straight on the road.
- Why can’t you drive straight along the road? - Ilya Muromets asks them.
- Because the Nightingale the Robber has been settled here for a long time. And he hits not with force-weapon, but with his brave whistle. When he roars like an animal and hisses like a snake, all the people fall to the ground.
Then Ilya Muromets said goodbye to the peasants and drove straight along the road, without looking at what they said to him. He drives along the road and keeps looking to see where Nightingale the Robber is on the premises.
Suddenly he sees twelve oak trees standing, their tops curled up in one place. And their roots are bound with thick iron. Ilya did not reach three miles and suddenly heard the whistle of a nightingale, the roar of an animal, and all this was covered with a snake thorn. And from that nightingale’s whistle, the animal’s roar, the snake’s thorn, Ilya Muromets’s horse stumbled on its front legs.
Here Ilya Muromets says to his horse:
- Why are you, zealous horse, stumbling? Haven't you traveled through dense forests? Haven't you heard the roar of an animal? Didn't you hear the serpent's thorn? Haven't you heard the nightingale's whistle?
The horse was embarrassed by its owner and stood up on its feet. And Ilya Muromets takes his hardened bow from his shoulders, puts an arrow on the bowstring and shoots it at the Nightingale the Robber. The arrow flew up and hit the Nightingale the Robber right in the right eye, so much so that the Nightingale the Robber flew out of his nest like a sheaf of oats.
Ilya Muromets drove up to the Nightingale the Robber, grabbed him, and tied him to his stirrup. And I moved on.
He had to drive right past the estate of Nightingale the Robber, where the robber’s daughters and their husbands lived. They went out onto the balcony and looked - someone was coming.
The eldest daughter says:
- Look, dear sisters, our father is coming, and he’s also carrying a hero tied to a stirrup.
The youngest daughter looked and immediately began to cry:
- Eh, dear sisters, it’s not the priest who is riding, but some hero of our father who is carrying our father at the stirrup.
The sisters began to cry, and everyone rushed to their father’s aid.
They ran down from the balcony, and the sons-in-law armed themselves and went to the rescue of their father-in-law.
As soon as the Nightingale the Robber saw his sons-in-law, he shouted to them:
- Thank you, dear sons-in-law, for wanting to help me out, but it’s better not to anger the hero - you won’t be able to defeat him. And ask him to come to the upper room, treat him with wine and food, and ask if he will take a ransom from you for me.
But Ilya Muromets, having heard all this, thought: “They will lure me again.” He gave up everything, turned left and went to the capital Kyiv-grad.
When he arrived, he entered the white-stone chambers and saw that Prince Vladimir the Red Sun and his princess were sitting with the heroes, treating the heroes.
Ilya Muromets bowed low to Prince Vladimir. And the princess says:
- I see another guest.
Everyone turned and saw the strong hero Ilya Muromets.
And Prince Vladimir asks:
- What kind of a kind person? Where are you coming from and where are you heading?
Ilya Muromets answers:
- I am traveling from the city of Murom, from the village of Karacharova to the capital city of Kyiv, to Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko.
And Prince Vladimir asks:
- What roads did you take and how much time did you spend?
- I listened to matins in the village of Karacharovo, and mass - at your place, in the city of Kyiv.
- Which road did you take?
- I was driving straight along the road.
As soon as the heroes heard this, they said to Prince Vladimir:
- Don’t trust this kid, prince; He's lying too much. Is it possible to go this road? After all, Nightingale the Robber has been lying here for thirty years, not allowing anyone on horseback or foot to pass. Here neither an animal runs by nor a bird flies by. How could he drive past the Nightingale the Robber?
Prince Red Sun turns to Ilya Muromets and says these words:
- Eh, I can’t trust you, good hero! It’s been thirty years since the Nightingale the Robber settled here, no one can pass or pass. It's clear that you lied.
Here Ilya Muromets did not talk for long and only said:
- Don’t you want to look at the Nightingale the Robber now? I brought it to your yard, and it now hangs tied to my stirrup.
When the heroes heard this, everyone was immediately horrified. They couldn’t believe that this hero was able to bring such a robber.
Here Prince Krasno Solnyshko says to Ilya Muromets:
- Tell me, daring hero, what is your name?
- And my name is Ilya Muromets. And the prince says again:
- Can’t we watch The Nightingale the Robber?
“With respect,” Ilya Muromets agreed and led them all to the wide white yard where his eager horse was grazing. And tied to the horse's stirrup was a saddlebag, in which was the Nightingale the Robber.
Ilya Muromets comes out with his entire retinue, with all the heroes, unties the bag from the stirrup and pulls out the Nightingale the Robber. As soon as the heroes looked at him, they were horrified; When the prince and his wife looked, they were so surprised.
And Prince Vladimir says these words:
- Come on, thief Rakhmatovich, Nightingale the Robber, whistle like a nightingale, amuse me and my wife, amuse my mighty heroes.
Then the Nightingale the Robber spoke these words:
“I don’t serve you, Prince Vladimir, but I have a hero—I don’t recognize anyone else.”
Then Prince Vladimir turns to Ilya Muromets and says:
- Come on, daring hero, make this robber whistle like a nightingale, amuse me and my princess, my mighty heroes.
Ilya Muromets orders the Nightingale the Robber to whistle half a nightingale's whistle, roar half an animal's roar, hiss half a snake's thorn, and he himself grabs the prince and princess by the arms.
The Nightingale the Robber strained himself and whistled, not half a nightingale’s whistle, but a whole whistle. And from this nightingale’s whistle the prince and princess hung in Ilya’s arms; Of the heroes, not a single one remained on his feet, they all fell, and from the white-stone chambers all the golden domes rolled off from the nightingale’s whistle. Then Prince Red Sun shouted:
- Come on, Ilya Muromets, stop this robber thief! We don't need this joke.
Then Ilya grabbed the Nightingale the Robber and threw him up with his mighty hand so that the Nightingale the Robber flew up just below the walking cloud and hit the white courtyard and gave up his ghost.
And Ilya Muromets ordered the fire to be lit, the Nightingale the Robber to be burned, and the ashes to be scattered to the wind.
Everyone goes back to the white-stone chambers, sits down at the oak tables, eats sugar dishes, and drinks honey.
Ilya Muromets sat down on the bench at the very tip. Yes, when he moved his shoulder and pressed hard, all the heroes fell to the floor, and Ilya found himself in the middle of the table. All the heroes see that Ilya Muromets has a lot of strength, not a single one decided to resist him.
The heroes got tipsy and began to brag about who had accomplished what. And again Ilya Muromets didn’t like it. He began to think strongly about traveling around the world. And he decided to see Svyatogor the hero.
Ilya said goodbye to Prince Vladimir and the heroes and went around the world to look for Svyatogor the hero.
He drove for a long time. He drives and looks closely to see if he sees Svyatogor the hero somewhere. And he suddenly sees a big bay horse. He drives closer - a sleeping hero lies. And that was Svyatogor the hero. Ilya got off his horse, walked to Svyatogor and stood near his head. And he seemed against this hero like a small child.
The hero slept soundly, and Ilya could not wait for Svyatogor to wake up. Then Ilya hit him lightly. The hero woke up and said:
- Who is throwing stones at me?
Here Ilya Muromets came even closer and said:
- I came from the city of Murom, from the village of Karacharova. My name is Ilya Muromets. I wanted to see you, but I couldn't wait. So I woke you up.
Svyatogor the hero says:
- Why do you need me so much? And Ilya answers:
- I heard about your great strength - so I wanted to look at you.
- Or maybe you want to measure your strength with me? - Svyatogor asks.
“No,” answers Ilya, “I know very well that it’s impossible for me to measure my strength with you.”
“If that’s the case,” says Svyatogor, “we’ll go for a walk in the holy mountains.”
He whistled for his horse, the horse came running and stood rooted to the spot in front of him.
Ilya Muromets also called his horse, and they rode off together.
Ilya told how he lived in the capital city of Kyiv. Svyatogor listened carefully to this story. And then Ilya Muromets asks Svyatogor:
- Why did I look for you all over Rus', but couldn’t find you?
“Yes, because,” says Svyatogor, “I haven’t started traveling around Rus' since I left the holy mountains.” I see that the earth is bending under me like it’s my fault. And people run away from me like from a terrible beast. I really didn’t like the idea of being so afraid of me. I drove and drove and thought: “Oh, I have a lot of inescapable strength in me! If there was a pillar and a ring in the pillar, I would wrap the ring and turn the whole Russian land!” As soon as I thought, the horse stopped. I look - I have a saddlebag lying right next to my head, it’s so small - and there’s nowhere to spit. I jumped off my horse, wanted to pick up this handbag, and took it right hand When he pulled it, she didn’t move. He took it with his left hand and pulled it - she didn’t move. I took it with both hands and pulled it, and it sank into the ground up to my knees. Then it became clear to me: mother earth does not want to carry me on herself. That’s why I don’t travel on Russian land, but I travel through the holy mountains.
They both went to these mountains, Ilya and Svyatogor. They drove and drove, and they saw a huge coffin standing at the very top of the mountain. They drove up to the coffin. Svyatogor says:
- Come on, Ilya Muromets, try on this coffin. Maybe it was made for you?
Ilya Muromets lay down in this coffin, and he ended up there like a small fly.
Then Svyatogor says:
- No, Ilya, this coffin, apparently, was not built for you.
Svyatogor gets off his horse and wants to try on this coffin himself.
He stretched out in the coffin - the coffin was exactly made for him. Svyatogor the hero wanted to rise from the grave. But suddenly he became completely weak, and he prayed to Ilya Muromets:
- Come on, Ilya Muromets, my little brother, help me get out of the coffin. Otherwise I was completely weak.
Ilya Muromets jumped up, just about to lift Svyatogor the hero, when the lid of the coffin closed tightly. Ilya Muromets grabbed the lid and wanted to tear it off with his mighty strength, but no matter how hard he pulled, the lid did not budge. Out of frustration, Ilya Muromets grabbed his sword and began to chop down this coffin. As soon as I pulled it for the first time, an iron hoop appeared and wrapped itself around the coffin in a circle. The second time he pulled, a second iron hoop appeared. No matter how many times he pulled, all the iron hoops appeared. And Ilya Muromets hears muffled words coming from the coffin:
- Farewell, Ilya Muromets, apparently, in last time I walked with you through the holy mountains.
Ilya Muromets felt sorry for Svyatogor, he saw that he couldn’t help out his older brother. And he hears Svyatogor sigh lightly for the last time and no longer respond.
Ilya shed tears and drove away from the holy mountains again to the capital city of Kyiv. Stayed there for a bit. And then the Basurman arrives with a letter and presents that letter to Prince Vladimir. The prince understood that there was something sad here. He tore off the seal, began to read the letter, and in the letter it was written: “Batu is coming with his great hordes, the Golden Horde, and with him comes Idolishche Poganoye - a strong hero.”
This is where all the heroes lost all their sanity, they don’t know what to do. How to go, how to meet such great enemy troops?
Then Ilya Muromets says:
- Eh, mighty heroes, you are cowardly, like hares! You should just feast and revel. What's the use of you? And when the forces of the enemy come, you shake like leaves on an aspen tree. Come with me, let's go meet the power of the Tatars!
The heroes were frightened, but there was nothing to do: they had to go after Ilya Muromets. They arrived at their border. And there is an outpost at the border. And in this outpost there were border warriors. The elder Samson Samsonovich was there, his assistant Dobrynya Nikitich was there, and captain Alyosha Popovich was also there...
Ilya Muromets arrived at the white linen tent and looked at three heroes standing at the outpost. The hero Samson saw Ilya Muromets and bowed low to him:
- Hello, Ilya Muromets, how long have I not seen you? And why did you come here to our outpost?
And Ilya Muromets says:
- Haven’t you heard, border guards, that a great army is coming against our Prince Vladimir?
Samson Samsonovich got scared here, Dobrynya Nikitich got scared, and Captain Alyosha Popovich got even more scared.
Ilya Muromets then says:
“Didn’t you hear, Samson Samsonovich, how the Basurman traveled here to the capital city of Kyiv with his diploma?” How did you not see this from your outpost?
Then Samson Samsonovich spoke:
- Forgive us, Ilya Muromets, somehow we slept for a while, so we didn’t see the evil infidel.
Ilya Muromets said here:
- We need to wait for the great army-force - the Basurman, we need to stand up as we should for our Russian land. Put someone else forward (as a secret, no matter).
And the heroes began to hold a council about who to nominate. Samson Samsonovich began to appoint Alyosha Popovich. Then Ilya Muromets began to say these words:
- No, Samson Samsonovich, you can’t appoint Alyosha Popovich, he already has half a dozen debts. It is necessary to appoint Dobrynya Nikitich.
Dobrynya Nikitich went forward and placed a special outpost at the place where the Basurmansk force should pass. They began to wait and wait for the Basurman troops, they could not wait for them from anywhere. A day passed, then another, and the Basurman forces were still not visible.
On the third day, as soon as the sun began to dawn, they noticed great troops from the horizon. From those troops the sun was obscured by thick dust. Dobrynya Nikitich looks and sees a strong hero riding ahead, and under him a horse all in golden harness, and he himself is like a great shock. He drove up to Dobrynya Nikitich, and he didn’t know what to do. And he sees - the hero throws a long spear lower than the walking cloud, higher than the standing forest. And the hero catches the spear with his other hand, and he himself says:
“As easily as I can wield a spear, I will be able to handle Dobrynya Nikitich so easily.”
Dobrynya Nikitich was frightened by this hero and rode on horseback to his outpost, where Samson Samsonovich was with Ilya Muromets. And he himself prays that his horse will not stumble. He arrived at the outpost, fell on his knees in front of Samson Samsonovich and said these words:
- Forgive me, Samson Samsonovich, that I could not bring the Basurman heads to your outpost. And here such a hero came to us that he throws a long spear just below the walking cloud, just above the standing forest, and he himself pronounces these words: “As easily as I swing the spear, so easily will I control Dobrynya Nikitich.” So I came to your outpost empty-handed.
Ilya Muromets and all the heroes began to hold a council - who should go to meet the infidel. They began to think, they began to choose. But no matter who was targeted, Ilya Muromets kept hindering them. They appointed Alyosha Popovich, but Ilya Muromets objected here too.
“We can’t send Alyosha Popovich: he’ll be jealous of the golden harness, and at that moment the enemies will knock his little priest’s darling out of the saddle.”
They began to advise Samson Samsonovich to go. But even here Ilya Muromets began to say these words:
- No, Samson Samsonovich is very old, we need to choose someone else.
But the heroes could not choose anyone. And they decided to cast lots here - who would meet the filthy infidel.
When the lot was cast, it fell on Ilya Muromets. Ilya Muromets saddled his horse, sat on it, said goodbye to his heroes and rode towards the filthy infidel.
As he approached him in one field, he saw an evil infidel, he threw a long spear with his right hand and immediately praised himself:
- How easily I move my spear, so easily I will manage Ilya Muromets!
Ilya Muromets did not think much, spurred his horse and set off towards the evil Tatar. The battle began here early in the morning. Their horses grew tired, their swords became dull. And the heroes are sitting, not even swaying.
It was already twelve o'clock in the afternoon. The heroic horses stumbled, and the heroes fell off them. They broke their long spears, they broke their damask swords. There was nothing left for them to chop with. Then they fought hand to hand. They fought so hard that dust rose from their feet.
The sun was already getting close to sunset when Ilya Muromets slipped and fell on his back, and the filthy infidel sat on him. He grabbed his knife from his belt and wanted to cut Ilya Muromets’ throat. Then Ilya remembered his elders - the Kalik travelers - and thought:
“Apparently, something was wrong when the elders said that death in battle was not written for me; I have to die at the hands of a vile infidel.”
As soon as I thought this, I felt such great power within myself, as I once did when I drank three spells of intoxicating beer. He freed his right hand and struck the infidel in the filthy chest. So the Basurman flew up higher than the standing forest, lower than the walking cloud and stuck into the ground up to his chest. Then Ilya Muromets jumps up, snatches a damask knife from the infidel and chops off his head right down to the shoulders. He took this head, stuck it on a piece of a spear and went straight to the outpost.
He arrived at the outpost - the heroes were all surprised: how Ilya Muromets killed the infidel. They began to wait and wait, thinking that now the enemy army would come. But there were no troops. The heroes left the outpost again and went to Prince Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko. Only the border guards remained.
Ilya Muromets brought a gift to Prince Vladimir in the capital city of Kyiv - the head of a filthy infidel.
Prince Vladimir summoned all the heroes and began to treat and treat them. And he treated all the heroes and began to reward everyone with gifts. He awarded everyone, but forgot Ilya Muromets, the most important one.
Ilya Muromets was very angry at this. He ran out into the white courtyard and called all the drunken people to him. And he began to speak to them these words:
“It’s not fitting for me, a peasant hero, to feast and revel here, but it’s fitting for me to take a walk with you.”
He takes his tight bow and places an arrow on the bowstring. And he shoots that arrow at the golden-domed palace. An arrow hit the golden domes, and those domes fell onto the white courtyard. And Ilya Muromets ordered his little one to pick up those poppies and buy green wine with them.
From the blow of that arrow, the palace of Prince Vladimir staggered, and the heroes became neither alive nor dead. And Prince Red Sun himself was very angry with Ilya. But the hero speaks these words to him:
- You, Prince Red Sun, are doing something wrong: you treated and rewarded all the heroes, but didn’t give anything to Ilya Muromets!
Then Prince Red Sun realized that he had done wrong. He took his sable fur coat and took it out to the white yard, gave it to Ilya Muromets and said these words:
- Don’t be offended, Ilya Muromets, that I didn’t give you anything. Here I give you my sable fur coat.
Ilya Muromets got angry and grabbed his sable fur coat. He grabbed one sleeve, grabbed the other one, and tore it all off. Vomits and says:
- Just as I tore the filthy infidel, so I, Prince Vladimir, tear your sable fur coat!
Prince Vladimir did not dare to object to him. I knew his great power.
Ilya Muromets went to his comrades, bought green wine with golden domes and began to treat the drunken ones. But soon he didn’t like these comrades either. He saddled his horse and set off from the capital city of Kyiv, did not say goodbye to the heroes, did not say goodbye to Prince Vladimir. He galloped across the Russian land.
How Ilya Muromets left Kyiv, Khan Idolishche Poganoe came to Kyiv, dispersed all the heroes, took possession of the entire kingdom of Prince Vladimir, and made the prince himself his servant.
It was difficult for Prince Vladimir to tolerate the Foul Idol, but there was nothing to do. He often thought about Ilya Muromets: “If Ilya Muromets were here, this would not have happened and I would not have served the Foul Idol.”
Prince Vladimir had to serve like this for a long time, but Ilya Muromets did not know about it. Once while traveling, he met a stranger. This wanderer had a hat that weighed ten pounds, and this wanderer had a stick that weighed forty pounds. He met Ilya Muromets and spoke these words:
- Oh, you kind hero Ilya Muromets! Why are you walking around the Russian land, and not going to the capital Kyiv-grad? A great misfortune befell the city of Kyiv. Khan Idolishche Poganoe went to Kyiv. He drove all the heroes out of the kingdom and took possession of the kingdom of Prince Vladimir. And the prince himself now serves him.
Ilya Muromets said to the elder:
- What should I call you, elder? The elder answered:
- My name is Ivanishche. My hat costs ten pounds. My stick is forty pounds.
Then Ilya Muromets said to Ivanish:
- Give me your forty-pound stick. I will go to the city of Kyiv, treat Idolishche Poganoye there.
Ivanishche gave him his stick with joy.
Ilya took the stick and went to the capital city of Kyiv.
When Ilya entered the white courtyard, the first thing he did was meet with Prince Vladimir. When Prince Ilya of Muromets saw him, he immediately rejoiced at him and said these words to him:
- How long, Ilya Muromets, you haven’t come to us, look what happened to us! Khan Idolishch Poganoe sits on the throne, and I serve him as a servant.
Then Ilya Muromets says:
- Wait, Prince Red Sun, don’t be offended by me. The Foul Idol will not sit on your throne even until evening.
Ilya Muromets went to the white-stone chambers where the Poganous Idol was sitting. He came and began to ask the Foul Idol for alms:
“Give me, O Tsar, an alms, I am already very poor.”
“Run to the kitchen,” says Idolishche, “they are giving food to the poor brethren.”
But Ilya Muromets said:
- I want you to give me alms here. Then the Poganous Idol began to speak like this:
- You, old man, walk around the world a lot, have you ever seen Ilya Muromets?
- How can I not see Ilya Muromets when we see him very often?
- What kind of person is Ilya Muromets? - asks Idolishche Poganoe.
- And if you want to see Ilya Muromets, then look at me, he and I are made for the same block.
Then the Foul Idol says:
- Does Ilya Muromets eat a lot?
- Ilya Muromets eats only one roll at a time, and drinks one glass at a time.
Idolishche laughed here and said:
- Why is your hero Ilya Muromets so famous? This is how I eat a lot. I eat three loaves of bread, I eat almost a whole lamb of meat, and I drink three large glasses.
And Ilya Muromets says these words:
- Eh, my uncle had a cow like that - she drank and ate a lot. One day I ate so much that I burst. Be careful that no such reason befalls you.
Idolishche Poganoe got angry, grabbed his damask sword and threw it with force at Ilya Muromets. Ilya Muromets turned away, and the sword pierced the wall and flew right through. Here Ilya Muromets, in turn, grabbed a forty-pound stick, but Idolishche could hit the crown. He smashed the skull of the Foul Idol to smithereens.
Ilya went out into the courtyard to Prince Vladimir and said these words to him:
- Remove the Filthy Idol and establish the whole kingdom as before.
And again Prince Vladimir the Red Sun sat on the throne of his kingdom. He began to reign again. And then he gave a feast to the whole world.
And at that time, one young boyar, nicknamed Duke Stepanovich, was going to serve the prince, and he was saying goodbye to his mother. He arrived to Prince Vladimir. Prince Vladimir received him and sat him down at the table to walk with the heroes. He began to treat Duke Stepanovich. And Duke Stepanovich drank like this: he would drink one glass and pour the other under the table, eat one roll and throw the other under the table.
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Prince Red Sun noticed this and said to Duke Stepanovich:
- Why do you, young boyar, drink one glass, pour another under the table, eat one roll, throw another under the table? Don't you like it?
Duke Stepanovich answers the prince: “Yes, Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko, your rolls have somehow become stale, and your beer has quickly suffocated... At my dear mother’s bakery they bake all the rolls made of honey: you eat one, your hand reaches for the second, you eat the second, the third one is going crazy. And your beer, apparently, is in untidy barrels and cellars. And my mother has beer suspended in barrels on high chains. The winds refresh those high barrels, and the beer stops stale. You drink one glass - your hand reaches for the second, you drink the second - the third goes crazy. Your stove, Prince Vladimir, has faded. And in our upper room the stoves are full of fire. But your clothes, Prince Vladimir Red Sun, are dark and worn, but my mother’s clothes are new every day.
There was one hero sitting at the table, nicknamed Churila Plenkovich. Churila Plenkovich listened to these words and was very offended. And he says to Prince Vladimir:
- You are Prince Vladimir Krasno Solnyshko, let us hit the bet with him. So that every day he and I would appear in new clothes. Does he have enough whole year Are the clothes new?
Then the boyars began to hold advice and allowed them to hit the mortgage. And they made a bet - if someone doesn’t have enough clothes for a year, then off with him. Duke Stepanovich began to get ready for home to bring clothes for the whole year. But Churila Plenkovic objected. He says these words:
- I don’t agree to let Duke Stepanovich go home. Maybe he can get a dress not just at home, but in other places. Let him write a piece of paper to his mother at his house, and she will send him clothes.
Duke Stepanovich had nothing to do. He sits down at the oak tables, takes an inkwell with a pen, and begins to write a piece of paper for his mother. And he put that piece of paper in a bag and tied the bag to the saddle of Burka the Prophet. And he punished him like this:
- You run, Burka the Prophetic, you carry the letter to my mother. Let her send me full bales so that I have enough clothes for every day, for all year round.
And he brought out Burka the Prophet and placed him on his native road.
Burka ran quickly, like a red-hot arrow shot from a bow. Burka ran into the wide yard, to Duke Stepanovich’s mother.
Mother was very frightened - the horse came running alone, and her son was nowhere to be found. She grabbed the duffel bag, unfolded it and saw something written on the piece of paper. As I read it, I guessed: my son had done something wrong. I started collecting all the clothes, counting just enough for the whole year. She put the clothes in bags, tied the bags to the Prophetic Burka, and sent him to her son Duke Stepanovich.
Burka the Prophet here soon returned to his master Duke Stepanovich.
It was the day appointed for Duke Stepanovich when the heroes appeared in new clothes. And for a whole year they all walked around in alternating clothes.
And on the last day both of them came in - Duke Stepanovich and Churila Plenkovich in precious sable clothes. Churila Plenkovich had very precious clothes, but Duke Stepanovich had much better clothes: Duke Stepanovich had a caftan with a gentleman and a girl. As soon as he buttons his caftan, he girl, well done they will hug each other, as soon as he unbuttons, the girl and the young man will kiss.
Churila Plenkovich began to keep the advice:
- Judge for yourself, good people! Which of us lost our heads?
And they began to judge them, and they admitted that Churila Plenkovich had staked his own head.
They wanted to take him to the front, but Ilya Muromets interceded here.
“We don’t need to shed Christian blood, but we need to give Churila Plenkovich a strong reprimand.
Churila Plenkovich did not calm down here, he began to start arguments again, began to bet in a new way. The heroes again began to hold council. They advised that Duke and Churila should go back and bet.
Churila Plenkovic says:
- Which of us will cross the Dnieper River on our zealous horses? Anyone who doesn’t jump over will have their head cut off.
But even here Duke Stepanovich did not chicken out, even though he was young. And they rode off on their horses to cross the Dnieper. Here Churila Plenkovic says:
- Ride forward, Duke Stepanovich. But here Ilya Muromets objected:
- You, Churila, have lost your head, so jump off first.
There was no time to argue with Churila Plenkovich. He fired up his zealous horse, he gave spurs to his horse's hips. How his horse soared high and struck the middle of the Dnieper. The fast river carried the horse.
Here Duke Stepanovich promoted. Like he gave his horse a hard hip. His Burka the Prophet rushed to the other side. Duke Stepanovich grabbed Churila by the black curls and pulled him to the other side.
It was then that all the heroes immediately started booming:
- Cut off, Duke Stepanovich, Churile’s head: he lost it twice.
But Duke Stepanovich did not want to do this. So Churila Plenkovich remained to live as before.
All the heroes returned to the capital Kyiv city to Prince Vladimir and all sat down again at the oak tables. They began to drink honey drinks again and began to snack on sugar snacks.
Since then, things have become calmer in Kyiv. No infidel enemies dared to fight the city of Kyiv. And Ilya Muromets decided to go for a walk along the Russian land.
He drove far from the city of Kyiv. Suddenly he encounters three little roads. And on the crosses of that path lay a huge stone. And on that stone there were three inscriptions:
“Whoever goes to the right will be killed, and whoever goes to the left will be rich, and whoever goes straight will be married.”
Ilya Muromets thought about it:
“I’m too old to get married, and I don’t need wealth at all. I will go to where the killed person will be; death is not written in my family.”
He turned his strong horse, and he galloped on the right road.
He drives out into a vast clearing, and in that clearing there stood a mighty oak tree. Forty thieves sat under that oak tree. When they saw Ilya Muromets, they conspired among themselves to surround and kill him.
But Ilya Muromets told them:
- Why do you want to kill me? There is no wealth with me at all. My horse costs five hundred rubles, and the horse’s harness costs one hundred rubles.
And he takes the tight bow from his shoulders and takes a red-hot arrow from the quiver. And puts an arrow on the bowstring. And he shoots an arrow at green oak. And the arrow hit the green oak tree, the oak tree shattered into small pieces. A lot of robbers were injured here. The rest of the robbers all rushed to the sides, so that Ilya Muromets had no one to beat.
Ilya Muromets returned to the white stone and erased the old inscription here. He wrote a new inscription here: “Ilya Muromets drove along the right road, but was not killed.”
Now Ilya Muromets is thinking: “We must go along the route where we are married, but we don’t need wealth.” And he went along the straight road.
He drives up to a large mansion, and in this mansion the princess lived and kept luring suitors to her. She invited them into her new bedroom and laid the suitors on the spring bed.
Ilya Muromets entered the new chambers, and the royal daughter grabbed him by the white hands and invited him to lie down on the spring bed. But Ilya Muromets grabbed the royal daughter and put her on the spring bed. And as soon as I laid it down, the spring bed immediately collapsed. Ilya Muromets looked down and saw that the basements there were deep, and there were a lot of people in the basements. Ilya Muromets ran into the wide courtyard, he found the door to the deep cellars, quickly knocked the door open, and let the people out of the dark cellars. All the people here prayed to Ilya:
- You are our savior, Ilya Muromets! You saved us from cruel death!
Then Ilya Muromets grabbed the princess by the braid, pulled her out into the wide courtyard, he ordered fires to be lit here, the royal daughter should be thrown on the fire and burned.
Ilya Muromets went back to the same white stone. He erases the old inscription here, he writes a new inscription here:
“Ilya Muromets drove along that road, but was not married!”
Now Ilya Muromets became curious: should he take the third road? Will there be some kind of deception there?
And Ilya Muromets drove along the third road.
Ilya Muromets saw huge cellars. And these basements had bells hanging. Whoever needs wealth needs to pull the string. Ilya Muromets took it and struck the bell. Out of nowhere comes a man with a golden hockey stick. The peasant unlocks the deep cellars and says these words:
- Take, good fellow, as much wealth as you need.
Then Ilya went up into the deep cellars, looked and was surprised: gold was lying around in disorder everywhere. Ilya Muromets was never flattered by gold. He didn’t take a bit of gold and went back to the white stone. He erased the old inscription here and wrote a new inscription:
“Ilya Muromets traveled here, but was not rich.”
That's where the exploits of Ilya Muromets ended.
In total, Ilya Muromets lived for one and a half hundred years.
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Alexander Nechaev
Ilya Muromets
ILLNESS AND HEALING OF ILYA
Near the city of Murom, in the suburban village of Karacharovo, the peasant Ivan Timofeevich and his wife Efrosinya Polikarpovna gave birth to a long-awaited son. Middle-aged parents are happy and happy. They gathered guests from all the volosts for the christening, pulled apart the tables and started a meal - a feast of honors. They named their son Ilya. Ilya, son Ivanovich.
Ilya is growing by leaps and bounds, like dough rising on a piece of dough. Elderly parents look at their son, rejoice, and do not feel troubles or adversity. And trouble came to them unexpectedly. Ilya’s quick legs lost their strength, and the strong guy stopped walking. Sydney sits in the hut. The parents are grieving, sad, looking at their wretched son, shedding tears. What are you going to do? Neither sorcerers or healers can cure the disease. So a year passed and another passed. Time passes quickly, like a river flows. For thirty years and three more years, the motionless Ilya sat in the hut.
IN spring time The parents left early in the morning to burn, uproot stumps and roots, prepare the land for new arable land, and Ilya sits on an oak bench, guarding the house, as before.
Suddenly: a knock. What's happened? I looked out into the yard, and there were three old men standing there, walking, tapping on the wall with their sticks:
“We were tired on the road, and thirst tormented us, and people said, you have cold, foamy mash in your cellar.” Bring us that mash, Ileyushka, to quench our thirst and drink it yourself to your health!
“We have mash in the cellar, but there’s no one to go.” I am sick, immovable. My frisky legs don’t listen to me, and I’ve been sitting here for thirty-three years,” Ilya answers.
“And you get up, Ilya, don’t hesitate,” the Kaliki say.
Carefully, Ilya rose to his feet and was amazed: his legs obeyed him. One step took a step and another took a step... And then he grabbed the valley half-bucket and quickly aimed the mash in the cellar. He took the valley out onto the porch and didn’t believe himself: “Have I, like all people, begun to control my legs?”
The people walking from that valley took a sip and said:
- Now, Ileyushka, drink it yourself!
Ilya drank the mash and felt the strength pouring into him.
“Drink more, well done,” the wanderers tell him. Ilya kissed the valley another time. Passers-by ask:
– Do you feel, Ilya, a change in yourself?
“I sense utter power within me,” answers Ilya. - Do I now have such strength and might that, if there were a pillar firmly driven in, I would grab onto this pillar and turn over mother earth? This is how strong I have become!
The Kaliki looked at each other and said:
- Drink, Ileyushka, for the third time!
Ilya drank the third sip of mash. The wanderers ask:
– Do you feel any change in yourself?
“I feel like my strength has reduced by half!” - answered Ilya Ivanovich.
“If your strength had not diminished,” the wanderers say, “the mother earth would not have been able to carry you, just as she cannot carry Svyatogor the hero.” And the strength that you have will be enough for you. Will you become the most mighty hero in Rus', and in battle death is not written in your hand. Buy from the first person you meet at the market tomorrow a shaggy, indifferent foal, and you will have a faithful heroic horse. Provide heroic equipment according to your strength and serve the Russian people with faith and truth.
The Kaliki passers-by said goodbye to Ilya and disappeared from view as if they had never been there.
And Ilya hurries to please his parents. From stories I knew where they worked. The old people burned and got tired and lay down to rest. The son did not wake up or disturb his father and mother. He turned up all the stumps and roots himself and dragged them to the side, loosened the earth, even now plow and this one.
Ivan and Euphrosyne woke up and couldn’t believe their eyes: “Overnight, our cash was cleared of roots and stumps, it became smooth, even, like rolling an egg. And we could have enough work for a week!” And they were even more surprised when they saw their son Ilya: standing in front of them was a good fellow, smiling. Stately, portly, bright and joyful. Mother and father laugh and cry.
- This is joy for us, consolation! Our falcon Ileyushka has recovered! Now there is someone to look after our old age!
Ilya Ivanovich told about the healing, bowed low to his parents and said:
- Bless me, father and mother, to perform heroic service! I will go to the capital Kyiv-grad, and then to the outpost of our heroic land to defend.
The old people heard such a speech, they were saddened, they became sad. And then Ivan Timofeevich said:
“It’s not fate, apparently, for us to look at you and rejoice, since you chose the part of a warrior for yourself, and not the peasant’s.” It’s not easy for us to part with you, but there’s nothing we can do. For good deeds, for faithful service to the people, my mother and I give you a blessing, so that you serve without bending your heart!
The next morning, very early, Ilya bought a foal, a shaggy fledgling, and began to nurse it. I stocked up on all the heroic armor and did all the hard work around the house.
And the lazy, shaggy foal then grew up and became a mighty heroic horse.
Ilya saddled a good horse, dressed himself in heroic armor, said goodbye to his father and mother and left his native village of Karacharov.
ILYA AND THE NIGHTINGALE THE ROBBER
Ilya left Murom early and early, and he wanted to get to the capital Kyiv-grad by lunchtime. His fast horse gallops a little lower than the walking cloud, higher than the standing forest. And quickly the hero arrived to the city of Chernigov. And near Chernigov there is a countless enemy force. There is no pedestrian or horse access. Enemy hordes are approaching the fortress walls, planning to overwhelm and ruin Chernigov. Ilya rode up to the countless army and began to beat the rapist invaders like mowing grass. And with a sword, and a spear, and a heavy club, and a heroic horse tramples enemies. And he soon nailed and trampled that great enemy force.
The gates in the fortress wall opened, the Chernigovites came out, bowed low to the hero and called him the governor of Chernigov-grad.
“Thank you for the honor, men of Chernigov, but I don’t want to sit as a governor in Chernigov,” answered Ilya Ivanovich. – I’m in a hurry to the capital Kyiv-grad. Show me the straight path!
- You are our deliverer, glorious Russian hero, the direct road to Kyiv-grad is overgrown and walled up. The roundabout route is now used on foot and on horseback. Near the Black Mud, near the Smorodinka River, the Nightingale the Robber, Odikhmantiev’s son, settled. The robber sits on twelve oak trees. The villain whistles like a nightingale, screams like an animal, and from the whistling of the nightingale and from the cry of the animal, all the ant-grass has withered, the azure flowers are crumbling, the dark forests are bending to the ground, and people are lying dead! Don't go that way, glorious hero!
