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Fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber. Russian folktale. Ilya Muromets and Nightingale the Robber - Russian folk tale Folk epic Ilya Muromets |
Russian folk tale about the hero Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber will be of interest to both children and adults. It tells about the glorious hero Ilya from Murom, who caught the Nightingale the Robber and took him to Kyiv to Prince Vladimir. Read online Russian folk tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the RobberIlya Muromets gallops at full speed. His horse, Burushka-Kosmatushka, jumps from mountain to mountain, jumps over rivers and lakes, and flies over hills. They galloped to the Bryn forests; Burushka could not ride any further: the swamps were swampy, and the horse was drowning in water up to its belly. Ilya jumped off his horse. He supports Burushka with his left hand, and right hand It tears up oak trees by the roots and lays oak floorings across the swamp. Ilya laid out decks for thirty miles - good people still ride on them. So Ilya reached the Smorodina River. The river flows wide, turbulent, and rolls from stone to stone. The horse Burushka neighed, soared higher than the dark forest and jumped over the river in one bound. And across the river the Nightingale the Robber sits on three oak trees, on nine branches. Neither a falcon will fly past those oak trees, nor a beast will run, nor a snake will crawl past them. Everyone is afraid of the Nightingale the Robber, no one wants to die... The Nightingale heard the gallop of a horse, stood up on the oak trees, and shouted in a terrible voice: What kind of ignoramus is driving here, past my protected oak trees? Doesn't let the Robber Nightingale sleep! Yes, as he whistled like a nightingale, roared like an animal, hissed like a snake, the whole earth trembled, the hundred-year-old oaks swayed, the flowers fell off, the grass lay down. Burushka-Kosmatushka fell to his knees. And Ilya sits in the saddle, does not move, the light brown curls on his head do not tremble. He took a silk whip and hit the horse on the steep sides. You are a bag of grass, not a heroic horse. Have you not heard the squeak of a bird, the hiss of a viper? Get on your feet, take me closer to the Nightingale’s Nest, or I’ll throw you to the wolves. Then Burushka jumped to his feet and galloped towards the Nightingale’s nest. The Nightingale the Robber was surprised - What is it? He leaned out of the nest. And Ilya, without hesitating for a minute, pulled his tight bow and shot a red-hot arrow, a small arrow weighing a whole pound. The bowstring howled, the arrow flew, hit the Nightingale in the right eye, and flew out through the left ear. The Nightingale rolled out of the nest like a sheaf of oats. Ilya picked him up in his arms, tied him tightly with rawhide straps, and tied him to the left stirrup. The Nightingale looks at Ilya, afraid to say a word. Why are you looking at me, robber, or have you never seen Russian heroes? Oh, I’m in strong hands, I’ll probably never be free again! Ilya galloped further along the straight road and rode to the farmstead of the Nightingale the Robber. He has a courtyard of seven miles, on seven pillars, he has an iron fence around him, on each stamen there is a crown, on each crown there is the head of a slain hero. And in the courtyard there are white stone chambers, gilded porches burning like heat. Nightingale’s daughter saw the heroic horse and shouted to the whole yard: Our father Solovey Rakhmanovich is riding, riding, carrying a peasant peasant at his stirrup. The wife of the Nightingale the Robber looked out the window and clasped her hands: What are you saying, foolish one! This is a country man riding and carrying our father, Solovy Rakhmanovich, at the stirrup! Nightingale’s eldest daughter, Pelka, ran out into the yard, grabbed an iron board weighing ninety pounds and threw it at Ilya Muromets. But Ilya was dexterous and evasive, he waved the board away with a heroic hand, the board flew back, hit Pelka and killed her to death. Nightingale’s wife threw herself at Ilya’s feet: Take from us, hero, silver, gold, priceless pearls, as much as your heroic horse can carry, just release our father, Nightingale the Robber. Ilya says to her in response: I don’t need unjust gifts. They were obtained with the tears of children, they were watered with Russian blood, acquired by peasant need. Like a robber in the hands - he is always your friend, but if you let him go, you will cry with him again. I’ll take Nightingale to Kyiv-Gorod, where I’ll drink kvass and make kalachi. Ilya turned his horse and galloped towards Kyiv. The Nightingale fell silent and did not move. Ilya is driving around Kyiv, approaching the princely chambers. He tied the horse to a chiseled post, left the Nightingale the Robber on it, and he himself went to the bright room. There, Prince Vladimir is having a feast, Russian heroes are sitting at the tables. Ilya entered, bowed, and stood at the threshold: Hello, Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraxia, are you receiving a visiting young man? Vladimir Red Sun asks him: Where are you from, good fellow, what is your name? What tribe are you? My name is Ilya. I'm from near Murom. A peasant son from the village of Karacharova. I was driving from Chernigov along a straight, wide road. I brought you, prince, the Nightingale the Robber, he is tied to my horse in your yard. Wouldn't you like to take a look at him? The prince and princess and all the heroes jumped up from their seats and hurried after Ilya to the prince’s court. They ran up to Burushka-Kosmatushka. And the robber hangs by the stirrup, hanging with a grass bag, his hands and feet tied with straps. With his left eye he looks at Kyiv and Prince Vladimir. Prince Vladimir tells him: Come on, whistle like a nightingale, roar like an animal! The Nightingale the Thief does not look at him, does not listen: It was not you who took me in battle, it is not you who ordered me. Then Prince Vladimir asks Ilya Muromets: Order him, Ilya Ivanovich. Okay, but don’t be angry with me, prince, I’ll cover you and the princess with the skirts of my peasant caftan, no matter how much trouble there is. And you, Solovey Rakhmanovich, do as you are ordered. I can’t whistle, my mouth is caked. Give the Nightingale Chara a bucket and a half of sweet wine, and another of bitter beer, and a third of intoxicating honey, give him a snack of rye roll, then he will whistle and amuse us... They gave the Nightingale a drink, fed it, and the Nightingale got ready to whistle. Look, Nightingale,” says Ilya, “don’t you dare whistle at the top of your voice, but whistle half-whistle, growl half-roar, otherwise it will be bad for you.” Nightingale did not listen to the order of Ilya Muromets, he wanted to ruin Kyiv City, he wanted to kill the prince and princess and all the Russian heroes. He whistled like a nightingale, roared like a nightingale, and hissed like a snake. What happened here! The turrets on the towers became crooked, the porches fell off the walls, the glass in the upper rooms burst, the horses ran away from the stables, all the heroes fell to the ground and crawled around the yard on all fours. Prince Vladimir himself is barely alive, staggering, hiding under Ilya’s caftan. Ilya got angry with the robber: I told you to amuse the prince and princess, but you did so much trouble. Well, now I’ll pay you off for everything. You are full of offending fathers and mothers, you are full of widowing young women, you are full of orphaning children, you are full of robberies. Ilya took a sharp saber and cut off the Nightingale’s head. Here the end of the Nightingale came. Thank you, Ilya Muromets, says Vladimir the Prince. - Stay in my squad, you will be a senior hero, a boss over other heroes. And live with us in Kyiv, live forever, from now until death.
ILYA MUROMETS AND THE NIGHTINGALE THE ROBBER 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, Is it near the city of Chernigov? The forces are caught up in black and black, And it’s as black as a black crow. No one walks here so reluctantly, No one rides here on a good horse, The black raven bird does not fly, Let the gray beast not prowl. And he approached as if to a great powerhouse, How did he become this great powerhouse, He began to trample with his horse and began to stab with a spear, And he defeated this great force, He drove up to the glorious city of Chernigov, The peasants came out and here Chernigov And they opened the gates to Chernigov-grad. And they call him a governor in Chernigov. Ilya tells them these words: Hey guys, you're 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 and 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? - And here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets 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 at that 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 him across the glorious open field, He took a nightingale past the nest. In that nest and the nightingale And it happened that there were three daughters, And his three beloved daughters. Big daughter - this one looks out the window awkwardly, She says these are the words: Our father is driving through an open field. And he sits on a good horse, And he’s carrying a hillbilly peasant Yes, the one on the right is chained to the stirrup.- Looked like another beloved daughter, Our father is driving through an open field of land, Yes, and he’s carrying a hillbilly peasant Yes, and chained to the right stirrup.- His beloved little daughter looked at him, She said these words: A hillbilly peasant is riding, And the man is sitting on a good horse. And our father is lucky at the stirrup, The damask one is chained to the stirrup - His right eye with a braid was knocked out. She also said these words: And our beloved husbands! You take the animal spears* Yes, run to the open field in the expanse, Yes, you beat the hillbilly peasant! 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. Ilya Muromets gallops at full speed. Burushka-Kosmatushka jumps from mountain to mountain, jumps over rivers and lakes, flies over hills. They galloped to the Bryansk forests; Burushka could not ride any further: the swamps were swampy, and the horse was drowning in water up to its belly. Ilya jumped off his horse. He supports Burushka with his left hand, and with his right hand he uproots oak trees and lays oak floorings through the swamp. Ilya laid out a road for thirty miles, and good people still travel along it. So Ilya reached the Smorodina River. The river flows wide, turbulent, and rolls from stone to stone. Burushka neighed and soared higher dark forest and jumped over the river in one leap. The Nightingale the Robber sits across the river on three oak trees and nine branches. Not a falcon will fly past those oak trees, not a beast will run, not a reptile will crawl past them. Everyone is afraid of the Nightingale the Robber, no one wants to die. Nightingale heard the gallop of a horse, stood up on the oak trees, and shouted in a terrible voice: “What kind of ignoramus is passing here, past my protected oak trees?” Doesn't let the Robber Nightingale sleep! Yes, as he whistled like a nightingale, roared like an animal, hissed like a snake, the whole earth trembled, the hundred-year-old oaks swayed, the flowers fell off, the grass lay down. Burushka-Kosmatushka fell to his knees. And Ilya sits in the saddle, does not move, the light brown curls on his head do not tremble. He took the Silk whip and hit the horse on the steep sides: “You are a bag of grass, not a heroic horse!” Have you not heard the squeak of a bird, the barb of a viper?! Get on your feet, take me closer to the Nightingale’s Nest, or I’ll throw you to the wolves! Then Burushka jumped to his feet and galloped towards the Nightingale’s nest. The Nightingale the Robber was surprised and leaned out of the nest. And Ilya, without hesitating for a moment, pulled his tight bow and released a red-hot arrow, a small arrow, weighing a whole pound. The bowstring howled, the arrow flew, hit the Nightingale in the right eye, and flew out through the left ear. The Nightingale rolled out of the nest like a sheaf of oats. Ilya picked him up in his arms, tied him tightly with rawhide straps, and tied him to the left stirrup. The Nightingale looks at Ilya, afraid to say a word. - Why are you looking at me, robber, or have you never seen Russian heroes? - Oh, I fell into strong hands, apparently I will never be free again. Ilya galloped further along the straight road and galloped to the farmstead of the Nightingale the Robber. He has a courtyard on seven miles, on seven pillars, he has an iron wall around him, on the top of each stamen is the head of a slain hero. And in the courtyard there are white stone chambers, gilded porches burning like heat. Nightingale’s daughter saw the heroic horse and shouted to the whole yard: “He’s coming, our father Nightingale Rakhmanovich is coming, carrying a peasant peasant at the stirrup!” The wife of the Nightingale the Robber looked out the window and clasped her hands: “What are you saying, you unreasonable one!” This is a country man riding and carrying your father, Nightingale Rakhmanovich, at the stirrup! Nightingale’s eldest daughter, Pelka, ran out into the yard, grabbed an iron board weighing ninety pounds and threw it at Ilya Muromets. But Ilya was dexterous and evasive, he waved the board away with his heroic hand, the board flew back, hit Pelka, killing her to death. Nightingale’s wife threw herself at Ilya’s feet: “Take from us, hero, silver, gold, priceless pearls, as much as your hero’s horse can carry, just let go of our father, Nightingale Rakhmanovich!” Ilya says to her in response: “I don’t need unrighteous gifts.” They were obtained with the tears of children, they were watered with Russian blood, acquired by peasant need! Like a robber in your hands - he is always your friend, but if you let him go, you will cry with him again. I’ll take Nightingale to Kyiv-grad, where I’ll drink kvass and make kalachi! Ilya entered, bowed, and stood at the threshold: “Hello, Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraxia, are you receiving a visiting young man?” Vladimir the Red Sun asks him: “Where are you from, good fellow, what’s your name?” What kind of tribe? - My name is Ilya. I'm from near Murom. A peasant son from the village of Karacharova. I was traveling from Chernigov by direct road. Then Alyosha Popovich jumps up from the table: “Prince Vladimir, our gentle sunshine, the man is mocking you in your eyes, lying to you.” You can’t take the road straight from Chernigov. T And the Nightingale the Robber has been sitting for thirty years, not allowing anyone on horseback or foot to pass. Drive the impudent hillbilly out of the palace, prince! Ilya did not look at Alyosha Popovich, but bowed to Prince Vladimir: “I brought it for you, Prince.” The nightingale the robber, he is in your yard, tied to my horse. Wouldn't you like to take a look at him? The prince and princess and all the heroes jumped up from their seats and hurried after Ilya to the prince’s court. They ran up to Burushka-Kosmatushka. And the robber hangs by the stirrup, hanging with a grass bag, his hands and feet tied with straps. With his left eye he looks at Kyiv and Prince Vladimir. Prince Vladimir says to him: “Come on, whistle like a nightingale, roar like an animal.” The Nightingale the Robber does not look at him, does not listen: “It was not you who took me in battle, it is not for you to order me.” Then Prince Vladimir asks Ilya of Muromets: “Order him, Ilya Ivanovich.” “Okay, but don’t be angry with me, prince, but I’ll cover you and the princess with the skirts of my peasant caftan, otherwise there won’t be any trouble!” Ilya got angry with the robber: I told you to amuse the prince and princess, but you did so much trouble! Well, now I’ll pay you for everything! You've had enough of tearing down your fathers and mothers, you've had enough of widowing young women, you've had enough of orphaning children, you've had enough of robberies! Ilya took a sharp saber and cut off the Nightingale’s head. Here the end of the Nightingale has come. “Thank you, Ilya Muromets,” says Vladimir the Prince.- Stay in my squad, you will be a senior hero, a boss over other heroes. And live with us in Kyiv, live forever, from now until death. And they went to have a feast. Prince Vladimir seated Ilya next to him, next to him opposite the princess. Alyosha Popovich felt offended; Alyosha grabbed a damask knife from the table and threw it at Ilya Muromets. On the fly, Ilya caught a sharp knife and stuck it into the oak table. He didn’t even glance at Alyosha. The polite Dobrynyushka approached Ilya: “Glorious hero, Ilya Ivanovich, you will be the eldest in our squad.” Take me and Alyosha Popovich as your comrades. You will be our eldest, and I and Alyosha will be our youngest. Then Alyosha became incensed and jumped to his feet: “Are you sane, Dobrynyushka?” You yourself are from the boyar family, I am from the old priestly family, but no one knows him, no one knows, he brought it from God knows where, but he’s doing weird things here in Kyiv, bragging. The glorious hero Samson Samoilovich was here. He approached Ilya and said to him: “You, Ilya Ivanovich, don’t be angry with Alyosha, he’s a priest’s braggart, he scolds better than anyone, he boasts better.” Then Alyosha shouted: “Why is this being done?” Who did the Russian heroes choose as their eldest? Unwashed forest villagers! Here Samson Samoilovich said a word: “You make a lot of noise, Alyoshenka, and speak foolish speeches; Rus' feeds on the village people.” Yes, and glory does not come from family or tribe, but from heroic deeds and heroic deeds. For your deeds and glory to Ilyushenka! And Alyosha, like a puppy, barks at the tour: “How much glory will he gain, drinking honey at merry feasts!” Ilya could not stand it, he jumped to his feet: - True word said the priest's son - it is not suitable for a hero to sit at a feast and grow his belly. Let me go, prince, into the wide steppes to see if the enemy is prowling around my native Rus', if there are robbers lying around. And Ilya left the gridney. The fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber - about a Russian character heroic epic- hero Ilya Muromets. After reading this fairy tale online, children will definitely want to get acquainted with the cycle of epic tales about the glorious hero. Fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber readWho is Ilya MurometsThis issue causes a lot of controversy among researchers. Both fairy tales and epic stories say that Ilya comes from the village of Karacharovo, near Murom. The legendary information about the hero is interesting: from birth he was crippled, until the age of thirty-three his legs did not move. The holy elders came to him and forced him to stand up and give them water to drink. And he gained heroic power in order to fulfill his destiny - to defend the Russian land and people from enemy forces. Interesting legendary information about the hero is intertwined with real information, which indicates that, having completed his feats of arms, Ilya came to Kiev Pechersk Lavra to help people through prayer. After his death he was canonized and canonized. It has even been established where his holy relics are located - in the Near Caves of the Kiev Pechersk Lavra. Ilya was mighty and strong. He could uproot huge trees and jump over rivers and lakes on horseback. The good fellow learned about the atrocities of the Nightingale the Robber, and went to the borders of the Russian land to fight the monster at the Smorodina River. He defeated the Nightingale the Robber, tied his horse to the saddle and rode into the enemy’s mansion. Nightingale’s daughters first tried to kill Ilya, then they wanted to bribe him with gold and jewelry. Only the hero turned out to be incorruptible. He took the prisoner to the capital Kyiv-grad for trial before Prince Vladimir. There the Nightingale the Robber found his death from the sword of the glorious hero. And the prince invited Ilya Muromets to serve as a senior hero in his squad. You can read the fairy tale online on our website. Analysis of the fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the RobberMelody and the presence of bright constant epithets make the fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber similar to epic genre. Its theme is protection. native land from enemies. Positive hero Ilya is contrasted with the negative - Nightingale. Both heroes are endowed with extraordinary strength. But Ilya has truth and justice on his side. He is the defender of his land, and Nightingale is an invader who brought a lot of grief to people. The image of Ilya Muromets - collective image hero-defender of the Russian land from enemies. What does the fairy tale Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber teach? The fairy tale teaches you to protect native land and people who are in trouble. |
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