Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says:
- Mother, mother.
- What, child?
- Mother, I want to get married.
- So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
- No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the king’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
- Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
- Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
- Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
- Where does the king live?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
- And the king’s daughter is with him?
- Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
- Well, then run to her, tell her - Mary’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
-Are you the king's daughter?
- Of course I am. Or don't you see?
- I want to marry you.
- Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
-Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
- And it wouldn’t be much! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then the fourth...
This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
“Until evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
- Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
- Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
- On the Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
- And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
“How is this,” he says? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways... Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?
The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:
- What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king’s daughter, will sleep on the bed!
“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?
- No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge... So I sleep.
Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.
- What, are you going to fill my whole hut with down? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. Maybe you're at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
- Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.
- Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?
- Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:
- What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids won’t say that, let alone an adult.
- And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.
- Why didn’t you teach everyone else? - Vanyushka asks.
The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:
- What a mess, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. The Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate...
Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.
“Yes...” he says, “I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.”
- Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.
Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:
- Well, mother, I saw the king’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!
And Marya laughs and says:
- Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I'll find you a bride myself.
The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka.
Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says:
Mother, and mother.
What, child?
Mother, I want to get married.
So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
Does the king live here?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
And the king's daughter with him?
Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
Well, then run to her, tell her that Marya’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
Are you the king's daughter?
Of course I am. Or don't you see?
I want to marry you.
Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
And not much more! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then - the fourth. ..
This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
Until the evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
On Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
This, he says, how can it be? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways. . . Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?...
Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says:
Mother, and mother.
What, child?
Mother, I want to get married.
So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck.
His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through forests, walks through mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
Does the king live here?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
And the king's daughter with him?
Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
Well, then run to her, tell her that Marya’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a funny little button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
Are you the king's daughter?
Of course I am. Or don't you see?
I want to marry you.
Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
And not much more! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, put on a new dress, go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then - the fourth... So all day long until the evening I dress up and look in the mirror.
Until the evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still dressing up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
On Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it.
Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
Well, he says, how can it be? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways... Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?..
The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:
What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king’s daughter, will sleep on the bed!
“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?
No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge... So I sleep.
Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.
What, are you going to fill my whole hut with feathers? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you’re a bad housewife... Maybe you’re at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.
Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?
Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”.
Vanyushka looked at her:
What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, even the kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.
And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.
Why didn't you teach everyone else? - Vanyushka asks.
The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:
What a mess you are, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. Our Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate.
Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.
Yes... - he says, - I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.
Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.
Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:
Well, mother, I saw the Tsar’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!
And Marya laughs and says:
Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I will find you a bride myself.
The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka. Such a good girl - smart and sensible, a good housewife, a hard-working needlewoman. Vanyushka got married and lived happily ever after.
And from that day on, the tsar’s daughter, they say, went out onto the porch every morning and looked around: where is Vanyushka? Where did you go? What doesn't come back?
But Vanyushka did not return to her. Such a lazy person, incompetent, unlearned, illiterate - who needs her? Yes, no one can eat!
So she spent her entire life until old age alone. Only the fairy tale about her remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages, until it reached our village, and now it has come to you.
Vanyusha and Tsarevna
Characters:
Leading
Mother Marya
Vanyusha
Princess
Nastenka
Servants
Leading: Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyusha. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. So he somehow comes to his mother.
Vanya: Mother, and mother...
Mother: What, child?
Vanya: Mother, I want to get married.
Mother: So, get married, honey, there are a lot of brides of all kinds, in our village, in the neighboring one, in Zalesye, in Zarechye. Choose any one.
Vanya: No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman - I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter.
Mother: Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking, the Tsar will not give up his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is, well, a princess.
Vanya: Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working guy. Maybe they'll give it back.
Mother: Well, go Vanyusha, try your luck.
Puppet Vanya walks and sings.
I'm walking through the forest, I'm walking through the forest
I'm looking for happiness
Where does my princess live?
How can I understand?
I walked through the forest and mountains
Through rivers and fields tired (sits down)
(Looks) What a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is gilded, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, oh my, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. What a beauty!
Vanyusha (shouting): Does the king live here?
Servants: Here in the palace
Vanya: And the king's daughter with him?
Servants: Where can she get away from her father, and here she is!
(The servants are running, setting the table) The Tsar’s daughter comes out, Vanya saw the princess.
Vanya (to the audience): Mothers, how important she is: she herself is fat and fat, her cheeks are plump, her eyes are red, small, barely visible, her nose sticks out like a belly button.
(Vanya looks at the princess)
Vanya: Are you the king's daughter?
Princess: Of course I am, or don’t you see?
Vanya: I want to marry you!
Princess: Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
(Sit down at the table)
Vanya: Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
Princess: And it wouldn’t be much, because I am the Tsar’s daughter. I’ll get up in the morning, put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it, then go to another mirror in a different dress, and then put on a third one, and then go to a third mirror. And then the fourth. This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
Vanya: You keep getting dressed up until the evening, but when do you work?
Princess (clasped her hands): Work? Oh, Vanyusha, what a boring word you said. I, Vanyusha, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
Vanya: Well, I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread? Can you light the stove?
Princess: Bread? In the oven? What are you doing, Vanyusha! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
Vanya: On the Christmas trees?! Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea – as a bite or as a snack?
Princess (shakes his head): And not half-heartedly, Vanyusha, and not too much. After all, I am the king’s daughter, and with us kings everything is not like with people. There is a hook on my ceiling, and from this hook the rope hangs. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie me a whole sugar loaf to this rope. The head hangs over the table, dangling, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it.
Vanya (got his eyes out): how is that possible? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? In our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways. Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?
Princess: Why are you Vanyusha! Will I, the king's daughter, sleep on the bed?
Vanya : What about you without a bed? Is it on the floor? Or are you running to the hayloft?
Princess: No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyusha, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. I will enter it, dive and emerge, dive and emerge. This is how I sleep.
(Vanya put a piece in his mouth and his hand stopped)
Vanya: What, are you going to fill my whole hut with feathers? How can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. Maybe you are literate well? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
Princess: Guys? What are you Vanyusha? Come to your senses! Will I, the Tsar’s daughter, teach the children? Yes, I’m Vanyusha, I can’t stand guys! Yes, to tell the truth, I’m not very literate.
Vanya: Why did you grow up like this - huge, fat, and not a scientist?
Princess: Yes, I Vanyusha know two letters, I can sign, I know the letters “we” and “ky”.
Vanya : What is this – “we” and “ky”. In our village, kids won’t say that, let alone adults.
Princess: And this is Vanyusha, my first and patronymic. “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. Here are two letters - that’s it.
Vanya: Why haven't you learned the rest?
Princess: What a mess you are, Vanyushka, Everything is wrong and wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. The Tsar is our little brother and is completely illiterate.
(Vanya rubs his forehead)
Vanya: Yes, I must go home with my mother to consult whether you are a suitable bride for me.
Princess: Go Vanyusha, go darling. And tomorrow you’ll surely come back: you won’t meet anyone better than me anywhere.
Vanya doll : Well, it turns out I was unlucky to marry a princess, are all the king’s daughters really quirky? Look, he dresses up all day and doesn’t know how to do anything, he says bread grows on trees, and he drinks tea, which is not our way, he sucks a whole sugar loaf. He doesn’t finish his sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges into the fluff, doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need such a bride for?
Vanya comes out: Mother, I saw the Tsar’s daughter, it’s such a misfortune, Mother.
Mother : Okay, Vanyusha, okay, little darling, I found a bride for you myself. (Brings Nastenka out)
Mother: Here's Nastenka, a smart, sensible woman and a good, hard-working housewife, with advice and love with you.
(Vanya hugged Nastenka and left)
On the screen the Tsar's daughter looks in different directions
Princess: Where are you, my Vanyusha, where have you gone, why are you not coming back? Shouts: Vanyusha, where are you, I’m waiting, come back Vanyusha
Leading: But Vanyusha did not return to her. Such a lazy person, so incompetent, so unscientific, illiterate - who needs her? How can anyone eat! So she spent her entire life until old age. That's just the fairy tale about her that remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages - it reached our village, and now it has come to you.
Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says:
Mother, and mother.
What, child?
Mother, I want to get married.
So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
Does the king live here?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
And the king's daughter with him?
Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
Well, then run to her, tell her that Marya’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
Are you the king's daughter?
Of course I am. Or don't you see?
I want to marry you.
Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
And not much more! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then - the fourth. ..
This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
Until the evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
On Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
This, he says, how can it be? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways. . . Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?...
The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:
What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king's daughter, will stand on
bed to sleep!
“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?
No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge. . . So I sleep.
Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.
What, are you going to fill my whole hut with feathers? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. .. Maybe you are at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.
Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?
Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:
What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.
And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.
Why didn't you teach everyone else? -Vanyushka asks.
The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:
What a mess you are, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. Our Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate. ..
Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.
Yes... - he says, - I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.
Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.
Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:
Well, mother, I saw the Tsar’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!
And Marya laughs and says:
Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I'll find you a bride myself.
The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka. Such a good girl - smart and sensible, a good housewife, a hard-working needlewoman. Vanyushka got married and lived happily ever after.
And from that day on, the tsar’s daughter, they say, went out onto the porch every morning and looked around: where is Vanyushka? Where did you go? What doesn't come back?
But Vanyushka did not return to her. Such a lazy person, incompetent, unlearned, illiterate - who needs her? Yes, no one can eat!
So she spent her entire life until old age. Only the fairy tale about her remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages, until it reached our village, and now it has come to you.
