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The action takes place in the land of the Berendei in prehistoric times. Prologue on Krasnaya Gorka, near Berendey Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. The first action in the Berendeyevka settlement beyond the river. The second act in the palace of King Berendey. The third act in the reserved forest. The fourth act in the Yarilina valley.

Faces

Spring-Red.

Father Frost.

Snow Maiden.

Goblin.

Pancake week- straw stuffed animal.

Bean Bakula.

Bobylikha, his wife.

Berendei of both sexes and all ages.

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

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

The first phenomenon

Goblin sitting on a dry tree stump. The whole sky is covered with birds that have flown in from overseas, - Spring-Red on cranes, swans and geese descends to the ground, surrounded by a retinue of birds.

Goblin

The roosters crowed the end of winter,
Spring-Red descends to the ground.
The midnight hour has come, the goblin's lodge
Fenced off - dive into the hollow and sleep!

(Falls into a hollow.)

Spring-Red descends to Krasnaya Gorka, accompanied by birds.

Spring-Red

At the appointed hour, as usual
I come to the land of the Berendeys,
Cheerfully and coldly meets
Spring is its gloomy country.
Sad Look: Under the Shroud of Snow
Deprived of living, cheerful colors,
Deprived of the fruitful power
The fields lie cold. In chains
Playful streams - in the quiet of midnight
Their glass murmur is not audible.
The forests stand silent, under the snow
Thick paws of firs are lowered,
Like old furrowed brows.
In the raspberries, under the pines, they were shy
Cold darkness; icy
Icicles amber resin
Hangs from straight trunks. And in the clear sky
As the heat burns the moon and the stars shine
Enhanced radiance. Earth,
Covered with down powder
In response to their hello, it seems cold
Same shine, same diamonds
From the tops of trees and mountains, from gentle fields,
From the potholes of the road
And the same sparks hung in the air
They oscillate without falling, shimmer.
And everything is just light, and everything is just a cold shine,
And there is no warmth. Not the way they meet me
Happy valleys of the south, there
Carpets of meadows, acacia scents,
And the warm steam of the cultivated gardens,
And milky, lazy radiance
From the dull moon on the minarets,
On poplars and black cypresses.
But I love midnight countries
I love their mighty nature
Wake up from sleep and call from the bowels of the earth
A giving birth, a mysterious force,
Carrier to the careless berendey
Abundance lives unpretentious. Lubo
Warm for the joys of love,
For frequent games and festivities, clean up
Secluded shrubs and groves
Silk carpets of colored herbs.

(Referring to birds that shiver from the cold.)

Comrades: white-sided magpies,
Cheerful chatterboxes,
Gloomy rooks and larks,
Singers of the fields, heralds of spring,
And you, crane, with your friend the heron,
Beauties-swans, and geese
Noisy, and bustling ducks,
And little birds - are you chilled?
Though I'm ashamed, but I must confess
Before the birds. I myself am to blame
What is cold for me, Spring, and you.
Sixteen years since I was for a joke
And amusing your fickle disposition,
Changeable and whimsical, has become
Flirt with Frost, old grandfather,
Gray-haired prankster; and since then
I'm in captivity with the old one. Man
Always like that, give a little will,
And he will take everything, this is how it is
From antiquity. Leave the gray-haired
But the trouble is, we have an old daughter -
Snow Maiden. In the deep forest slums
Returns to non-fading ice
The old man is his child. Loving the Snow Maiden,
Feel sorry for her in an unhappy lot,
I'm afraid to quarrel with the old;
And he is glad of that - he chills, freezes
Me, Vesna, and Berendeev. The sun
Jealous, looks at us angrily
And frowns at everyone; and here's the reason
Severe winters and cold spring.
Are you trembling, poor things? Dance
You will get warm! I have seen more than once
That people were warmed up by dancing.
Though reluctantly, even from the cold, but dancing
Let's celebrate our arrival for a housewarming party.

Some birds take to instruments, others sing, and still others dance.

Chorus of birds

The birds were gathering
The singers were gathering
Herds, herds.
Birds sat down
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.
And who are you, birds,
And who are you, singers,
Big, big?
And who are you, birds,
And who are you, singers,
Smaller, smaller?
Eagle is a voivode,
Quail is a clerk
Clerk, clerk.
Owl is a voivode,
Yellow boots
Boots, boots.
Geese are boyars
Ducklings are nobles
Nobles, nobles,
Chiryats are peasants,
Sparrows are slaves
Serfs, serfs.
Our crane is a centurion
With long legs
Kicking, kicking.
The rooster is a kissing man
Chechet is a shopping guest,
Shopping, shopping
Pulled swallows -
Orca girls,
Girls, girls.
Our woodpecker is a carpenter,
The fisherman is a tavern,
Tavern, tavern.
Pancake maker heron,
The cuckoo is a whoop.
Whopper, whoop.
Red face
The crow is pretty
Good-looking, good-looking.
On the roads in winter
In the summer on the jam,
Jams, jams.
A crow in a mat
There is no more dear
More expensive, more expensive.

Frost begins to fall on the dancing birds from the forest, then snow flakes, the wind rises - clouds come, block the moon, the distance is completely covered with darkness. Birds huddle with a cry for Spring.

Spring-Red (to the birds)

Into the bushes quickly, into the bushes! Conceived to joke
Old Man Frost. Wait until the morning
And tomorrow you will melt in the fields
Thawed patches, on the polynya river.
Bask in the sun a little
And you will begin to curl the nests.

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

The second phenomenon

Spring-Red, Santa Claus.

freezing

Spring-Red, is it great back?

Spring

Are you healthy, Santa Claus?

freezing

Thanks,
My life is not bad. Berendei
They will not forget about this winter,
She was merry; the sun was dancing
From the cold at dawn
And in the evening I got up with my ears for a month.
I'll take a walk, I'll take a club,
I'll figure it out, I'll make the night
Well, that's something for me expanse and space.
In the rich township houses
Pounding in the corners
At the gate creak with faith,
Sing under the runners
Love me
Love, love, love.
From the fishing line along the path behind the cart,
A creaky wagon train hurries to the night.
I guard the train
I'll run ahead
On the edge of the field, in the distance,
On the frosty dust
I lie down in a haze
Amid the midnight skies I will rise like a glow.
I will pour out, Frost,
In ninety stripes
I will run up in columns, innumerable rays,
Multi-colored.
And the pillars push and spiral,
And under them the snows light up.
A sea of ​​light-fire, bright,
Hot,
Lush;
There is blue, there is red, and there is cherry.
Love me.
Love, love, love.
I'm even angrier about the early days,
At the ruddy dawn.
I will reach for dwellings from ravines by glades,
I will creep up, I will creep in mists.
Smoke curls over the village
Dies in one direction;
I am a gray fog
I will freeze the smoke.
How it stretches
It will remain so
Over the field, over the forest
Overweight,
Love me
Love, love, love.

Spring

You didn’t feast badly, it’s time to
And on your way to the north.

freezing

Do not drive fast,
And I'll leave myself. Not happy with the old man
You quickly forget about the old
Here I am, old man, always the same.

Spring

Everyone has their own temper and custom.

freezing

I'm gone, I'm gone, in the morning dawn,
By the breeze, I'll dash off to the Siberian tundra.
I'm a sable three-ear on my ears,
I'm a deer on my shoulders
I hang the belt with trinkets;
Through the chums, through the nomads' yurts,
On the wintering grounds of the wild beasts
I go in, wander around, shaman,
They will bow to my belt.
My dominion in Siberia is eternal,
There will be no end to it. Here Yarilo
Prevents me and you change me
On a stupid breed of idle-lovers.
Only the holidays are counting and the braga soar
Korchazhnaya, yes, there are forty buckets
They know how to brew honey.
They ask the sun for spring warmth.
Why - ask? Do not suddenly take plowing,
The plow is not messy. Eves edit
Yes to hawk, sing the spring flowers, in circles
Walk all night from dawn to dawn, -
They have one concern.

Spring

For whom
Will you leave the Snow Maiden?

freezing

Our daughter
At age, without nannies will do.
Neither foot nor horse road
And there is no trace in her loss. The Bears
Fesses and wolves are hardened
They walk around the yard on patrol; owl
On the top of a pine tree a hundred years old
And in the afternoon the capercaillie stretches their necks,
The passer-by, the visitor is being watched.

Spring

Longing will take between owls and goblin
Sit alone.

freezing

And the prison servants!
In her maids to run errands
Sly fox-sivodushka,
They get cabbage for her;
Than the light runs to the fontanel of the marten
With a jug; squirrels gnaw nuts,
Squatting down; ermine
In the hay's henchmen in her service.

Spring

Yes, all the melancholy, think, grandfather!

freezing

Work,
A wave of strands, a beaver edge
Sew your sheepskin coat and sew your hats.
Motley stitching reindeer mittens.
Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries
Prepare for winter foodlessness;
Sing out of boredom, dance, if there is a hunt,
What else?

Spring

Eh, old! Will to the girl
Miles in total. Neither we take your chiseled,
Neither sables, beavers, nor mittens
Stitched are not expensive; on thoughts
The girl of the Snow Maiden is different:
To live with people; she needs girlfriends
Fun, games until midnight
Spring parties yes burners
With the guys, as long as ...

freezing

Spring

As long as she finds it funny that the guys
They are eager to follow her before the fight.

freezing

Spring

And there will fall in love with one.

freezing

That’s something I don’t like.

Spring

Insane
And the wicked old man! All living things in the world
Must love. Snow Maiden in captivity
Your own mother will not let you torment.

freezing

You’re inappropriately hot,
She is talkative without reason. You listen!
Take your sanity for a moment! Angry Yarilo,
The scorching god of the lazy Berendei,
To please them, he swore a terrible oath
Ruining me wherever he meets. Drowns, melts
My palaces, kiosks, galleries,
Exquisite work of ornaments,
Details the smallest carving,
The fruits of labors and designs. Believe it
The tear will come through. Work hard, work the artist
Above the molding of barely noticeable stars -
And everything will go to dust. But yesterday
The bird-woman has returned from across the sea,
Sat down on a wide clearing
And weeps in the cold for wild ducks,
Scolds me swearingly. Is it
It's my fault that it hurts
That from warm waters, without looking at the calendar,
Without time he starts north.
Weaved, weaved, and the ducks cackled,
Neither give nor take women in the commercial baths;
And what did I overhear? Between the gossip
Such a speech blurted out the bird-woman, -
That swimming in the Lankaran Bay,
Whether in the Gilyan lakes, I don't remember,
At the drunken ragged fakir
And the sun is a hot conversation
I heard that like the sun
Going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only
And waiting to plant in her heart
Fire of love with your ray; then
There is no salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo
Burn it, incinerate it, melt it.
I don't know how, but it will kill you. As long as
Childishly pure is her soul,
He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden.

Spring

Enough!
You believed the stories of the stupid bird!
It's not for nothing that her nickname is a woman.

freezing

I know
Without a woman, I, that evil Yarilo thinks.

Spring

Give back my Snow Maiden!

freezing

I'm not giving it!
Where did you get me to be such a turntable
Did you believe your daughter?

Spring

What are you, red-nosed,
You swear!

freezing

Listen, let's make up!
For a girl, supervision is most needed
And a stern eye, but not one, but ten.
And there is no time for you and reluctance
It's better to look after your daughter
Give her to Bobyl's settlement,
Childless, in the place of a daughter. Will
Cares up to her throat, and the guys
There is no greed for Bobylev's daughter
Cast your eyes. Do you agree?

Spring

I agree, let her live in the Bobyl family;
If only at liberty.

freezing

Daughter doesn't know
Love completely, in her cold heart
Not a spark is not a destructive feeling;
And there will be no love if you
Spring warmth of languishing bliss,
Caressing, arrogant ...

Spring

Enough!
Call the Snow Maiden to me!

freezing

Snow Maiden,
Sneguroshka, my child!

Snow Maiden (looks out of the woods)

(Goes to his father.)

The third phenomenon

Spring, Frost, Snow Maiden, after Goblin.

Spring

Oh, poor Snow Maiden, savage,
Come to me, I will love you.

(He caresses the Snow Maiden.)

Beauty, would you like to be free?
To live with people?

Snow Maiden

I want, I want, let me go!

freezing

And what beckons you to leave the tower
Parental, and what are the berendeys
Found an enviable one?

Snow Maiden

Human songs.
It used to be I, huddling behind the bushes
Thorny, I look not enough
For girls' fun. Lonely
I will feel sad and cry. Ah father
With girlfriends for scarlet raspberries,
Walk on black currants,
Halloo to one another; and at the dawn of the evening
Driving circles to songs - that's what is cute
Snow Maiden. Life is not a joy without songs.
Let go, father! When, in the cold winter,
You will return to your wilderness,
I will comfort you in the twilight, a song
To the tune of the blizzard, to the drunk
Merry. Have Lelya borrow
And I will learn quickly.

freezing

And Lelya
Where did you find out?

Snow Maiden

From a bush
Rakitova; grazing cows in the forest
Yes, he sings songs.

freezing

How do you know
What is this Lel?

Snow Maiden

The girls go to him,
Beauties, and pat on the head,
They look into the eyes, caress and kiss,
And they call Lelyushko and Lelem,
Pretty and cute.

Spring

Is it
Good-looking Lel is good for songs?

Snow Maiden

Mama,
I have heard the singing of larks,
Trembling over the fields, swan
A sad cry over calm waters
And the loud rumble of nightingales,
Your favorite singers; Lylya's songs
Sweeter to me. And days and nights to listen
I'm ready for his shepherd's songs.
And you listen, and you melt ...

freezing (Spring)

Hear: melt!
There is a terrible meaning in this word.
From different words invented by people
Frost's worst word is to melt.
Snow Maiden, run from Lel, be afraid
His speeches and songs. By the bright sun
It is pierced through and through. In the midday heat
When all living things run away from the Sun
Look for coolness in the shade, proudly, brazenly
A lazy shepherd lies on the solder
In the languor of the drowsy senses he picks up
Sly tempting speeches
Insidious deceptions are plotting
For innocent girls. Songs of Lelya
And his speech is a deception, a mask, truth
And there is no feeling under them, it is only in sounds
Dressed up scorching rays.
Snow Maiden, run from Lel! Suns
Beloved shepherd son, and just as clearly
In all eyes, shamelessly, he looks straight,
And as angry as the sun.

Snow Maiden

I, father,
Obedient child; but you are very
Angry at them, at Lelya with the Sun; right,
I'm not afraid of either Lelya or the Sun.

Spring

Snow Maiden, when you feel sad,
Or the need for what, - the girls are whimsical,
Cry about a ribbon, about a ring
Silver ready - you come
To the lake, to the Yarilin valley,
Call me. Whatever you ask
No refusal for you.

Snow Maiden

Thanks Mom,
Gorgeous.

freezing

In the evening sometimes
Walking, keeping close to the forest,
And I will give the order to take care of you.
Hey, buddies! Pettushki, Forest!
Did you fall asleep, eh? Wake up, respond
To my voice!

Crawls out of a dry hollow Goblin stretching lazily and yawning.

Goblin

freezing

Watch the Snow Maiden! Listen, Goblin,
Is anyone a stranger, il Lel the shepherd will stick
Without indentation, al will want to take by force,
What the mind cannot do; intercede
Mani it, push it, confuse
Into the wilderness, into the thicket; shove it in a chepyzhnik,
Or squeeze into the swamp up to your waist.

Goblin

(He folds his arms over his head and falls into a hollow.)

Spring

A crowd of merry Berendeys is coming down.
Let's go, Frost! Snow Maiden, goodbye!
Live, child, happily!

Snow Maiden

Mom, happiness
I’ll find or not, but I’ll look.

freezing

Goodbye,
Snow Maiden, daughter! Will not be in time
Remove the sheaves from the fields, and I will return.
See you.

Spring

It's time to be angry at mercy
Change. Calm down the blizzard! By the people
They take her, they see her off in droves
Wide ...

(Leaves.)

In the distance, shouts: "Honest Shrovetide!" Frost, leaving, waves his hand; the blizzard is subsiding, the clouds are fleeing. As clear as the beginning of the action. Crowds of Berendeys: some are pushing a sleigh with a stuffed animal to the forest Shrovetide, others stand at a distance.

The fourth phenomenon

Snow Maiden, Bobyl, Bobylikha and Berendei.

1st chorus of the berendeevs

(carrying Shrovetide)

Early, early chickens sang
They announced about spring.
Goodbye Shrovetide!
Sweetly, it was hard to feed us,
Wort, watered mash.
Goodbye Shrovetide!
Pito, there was plenty of fun
More spilled.
Goodbye Shrovetide!
But we dressed you up
Rogozina, thin.
Goodbye Shrovetide!
We walked you honestly
They were dragged on the logs.
Goodbye Shrovetide!
We'll take you to the forest,
So that the eyes do not see.
Goodbye Shrovetide!

(Having moved the sled into the forest, they leave.)

2nd chorus

Honest Shrovetide!
It's fun to meet you, greet you,
It's hard-tedious to see off from the yard.
How can we turn you around, turn you around?
Come back, Shrovetide, come back!
Honest Shrovetide!
Come back for at least three days!
You won't be back for three days
Come back to us for a day!
For a day, for a small hour!
Honest Shrovetide!

1st chorus

Shrovetide-wettail!
Go out of the yard
Your time is gone!
We have streams from the mountains,
Play the ravines
Turn out the shafts
Set up a plow!
Spring-Red,
Our sweetheart has come!
Shrovetide-wettail!
Go out of the yard
Your time is gone!
Carts from the poveta,
Hives from the cage.
Sleigh on the story!
Let's sing the vesnjanki!
Spring-Red,
Our sweetheart has come!

2nd chorus

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

Scarecrow of Maslenitsa

The red summer is past
Bathing lights will burn.
The yellow autumn will also pass
With a sheaf, with a stack and with a brother.
Darkness, dark nights
Escort Karachun.
Then winter will break
The bear will roll over.
The frosty time will come
Frosty-Kolyadnaya:
Clicky oat carrot.
The frost will pass, the blizzard will send.
In blizzards with reweighs
The day will come, the night will decrease.
Under roofs, jams
The sparrows will move.
From the puddle, from the ice
Will get drunk with chickens.
To warm up, to the heaps
With ice icicles
The guys will pour out of the huts.
In the sun, in the baking,
The cow's flank will heat up.
Then wait for me again.

(Disappears.)

Bobyl clutches at the empty sleigh, Bobylikha - for Bobyl.

Bobylikha

Bobyl

Wait a minute! How is it?
Is she really all of her? Seemingly not enough
Walking and drinking someone else's.
As soon as I walked a little,
Hungry little womb
Refueled on the neighbor's pancakes
She and all - finished. Sadness
Great, intolerable. As you wish
Live now and starve to death
Without Butter. Is it possible for a bean?
No way. Where do you go
Bobyl's drunken head?

(Sings and dances.)

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

Bobylikha

Time to go home, shameless, people are watching.

Berendei

Bobylikha

Staggered all week;
It doesn't come from other people's yards, - its own hut
It costs unheated.

Bobyl

Al the firewood is gone?

Bobylikha

But where can they be? They don't walk on their own
Out of the woods.

Bobyl

How long ago would you have said.
She won’t say, because such, really ... I would ...
Ax with me, we will chop two armfuls
Birch, and okay. Wait!

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

At this time, the Snow Maiden departs and looks at the Berendeevs from behind a bush, sits down in her place by the hollow Goblin.

Bobyl (Bobylikha)

Look look! Hawthorn.

Bobylikha

(Seeing Leshy.)

Oh, to you! What a bizarre one.

(Returning.)

Uh! drunkard! Would kill, I think.

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

One berendey

What are your arguments?

Bobyl

Look!
Curiosity, honest berendei.

All come up to the hollow.

Berendei (surprised)

Hawthorn! Is it alive? Alive.
In a sheepskin coat, boots, mittens.

Bobyl (Snow Maiden)

Let me ask you how far are you going
And what is your name and dignity?

Snow Maiden

Snow Maiden. I don't know where to go.
If you are kind, take it with you.

Bobyl

You will order to the king, to Berendey
Wise in the wards?

Snow Maiden

No, you have
I want to live in the suburb.

Bobyl

thanks
At the mercy! Who's got it?

Snow Maiden

Who is first
Found me, so I will be a daughter.

Bobyl

Is it really so, is it true to me?

The Snow Maiden nods her head.

Well, why am I, Bakula, not a boyar!
Fall, people, into my wide courtyard,
On three pillars and seven supports!
Please, princes, boyars, please.
Bring me dear gifts
And bow, and I will break.

Bobylikha

And how is it, you live, you live in the world,
And you don't know all your own worth, really.
Let's take, Bobyl, Snow Maiden, let's go!
Make way for us, people! Step aside.

Snow Maiden

Goodbye Father! Goodbye to Mom! Forest,
And you are goodbye!

Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye!

Trees and bushes bow to the Snow Maiden. Terrified, the Berendeys run away.

Bobyl and Bobylikha take Snegurochka away.

Action one

Persons:

Snow Maiden.

Bean Bakula.

Bobylikha.

Lel, shepherd.

Murash, a rich Slobozhan.

Kupava, a young girl, daughter of Murash.

Misgir, a shopping guest from Berendeev's posad.

Radushka, Malusha- suburban girls.

Brusilo, Kid - guys.

Smoking room

Biryuch.

Servants of Mizgir.

Slobozhans: old men, old women, boys and girls.

Berendeyevka settlement beyond the river; on the right side the poor Bobyl's hut, with a swaying porch, a bench in front of the hut; on the left side there is a large painted Murash hut; in the depths there is a street, across the street Khmelnik and the beekeeper Murasha, between them there is a path to the river.

The first phenomenon

Snow Maiden sits on a bench in front of Bobyl's house and spins. From the street comes Biryuch, puts his cap on a long pole and raises it high; converge on all sides Slobozhans. Bobyl and Bobylikha leave the house.

Biryuch

Listen, listen
Sovereign people,
Sloboda Berendei!
According to the imperial order,
To the sovereign by order,
To the old, primordial custom,
Get ready for you tomorrow
In the evening at dawn,
Warm, quiet, weathery,
To the sovereign's reserved forest,
At the gulbische, at the merrymaking, at the disgrace
Curl wreaths
Drive circles, play-amuse
Until the early dawn, until the morning.
Filled about you, prepared
Beer mash egg, ́
Old honeys are standing.
And at the early dawn of the morning
Watch, meet the rising sun,
Bow to Yarila the light.

(He takes off his cap from the pole, bows in all four directions, and leaves.)

Slobozhany disperse. Bobyl and Bobylikha come up to the Snow Maiden and look at her, shaking their heads.

Bobyl

Bobylikha

Ahti, Bobyl Bakula!

Bobyl

Bobylikha

They took a daughter for joy,
We are all waiting, waiting for happiness to float.
You believed someone else's conversation
That the poor adopted for good luck,
Yes, that's crying - got the chickens to laugh
In old age.

Bobyl

We will be scanty for a century,
Carry a wallet on the shoulders of the family
Written. Why Bobyl Bakula
Not enough, nothing for his future use.
Found a girl in the forest, they say, help
I’m taking it to an orphanage, but it wasn’t there:
Not a hair easier.

Snow Maiden

Himself lazy
So there is nothing to blame for poverty. Wandering
Day-to-day idle, and I work
I don't run.

Bobyl

What's your job!
Who needs it! You won't be rich from her,
But only full; so you can, without work,
To feed on pieces of the world.

Bobylikha

Were worn out, need rubbed its shoulders,
It's time for us to live in the hall.

Snow Maiden

Who is
Does it bother you? Live.

Bobyl

Snow Maiden

So I'll leave you. Farewell!

Bobylikha

Enough!
Live yourself! Remember us too
Named parents! We are not worse
Neighbors would know how to live. Give-ko
I must fill it thicker, so you will see:
Cheer up such and such a kick with horns,
Just ah, go away.

Snow Maiden

Where from
An orphan girl has wealth?

Bobylikha

Your maiden beauty is wealth.

Bobyl

There is no wealth, take your mind. No wonder
Proverb that the mind is more valuable than money.
Search in the light with fire, you will not find
Happier than you: from matchmakers and matchmakers
There is no lights out, the thresholds are unlocked.
Would you like to live, wife!

Bobylikha

Well, what really! It was,
Yes passed by the mouth.

Bobyl

And our guys
Gone crazy; in herds, herds
They rushed after you without memory
Left the brides, got over
We got into a fight because of you. Wife,
Living something would be!

Bobylikha

Don't say, Bakula,
Do not upset! In the hands of the wealth was.
And praise-praise, between the fingers is gone.

Bobyl

And you deflected everyone harsh,
By their unkind custom.

Snow Maiden

Why did they chase after me,
Why they left me, I don't know.
In vain you call me harsh.
I am ashamed, meek, not harsh.

Bobyl

Are you ashamed? Shyness to the face
Rich. This is always the case with the poor:
What is needed - no, what is not needed - a lot.
Some rich man is ready to buy for money
For the daughter of shyness, at least a little,
And she did not come to our court.

Snow Maiden

What are you, envious people,
Do you want the Snow Maiden from the girl?

About the fairy tale

Russian folk tale "Snow Maiden"

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

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

The Snow Maiden in a Russian folk tale is a girl who was molded out of snow by a childless woman and grandfather. To their amazement, the snow figure came to life and turned into a living person. And she had everything, like an ordinary human child, only with the onset of spring, the Snow Maiden began to grieve and cry more and more often. The grandfather and the woman began to notice that the girl rejoices in the rain and hail, and the rays of the sun lead her to grief. Parents, wishing to cheer up their magical daughter, sent her together with other girls to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. The Snow Maiden succumbed to persuasion and went with her friends. The girls in the forest decided to jump over the fire, and the Snow Maiden also jumped. The fire melted her, and she turned into a small cloud. The ending is rather sad.

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

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

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

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

A fairy tale also teaches parents a lesson: you don't have to try to make your children the same as everyone else, on the contrary, you need to see individuality in the child.

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

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Once upon a time there was an old man with an old woman. We lived well, amicably. Everything would be fine, but one grief - they did not have children.

Here came a snowy winter, snowdrifts piled up to the waist, the children poured out onto the street to play, and the old man and the old woman looked at them from the window and thought about their grief.

And what, old woman, - says the old man, - let us make ourselves a daughter out of the snow.

Come on, says the old woman.

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

The old men were delighted, they brought her to the hut. They look at her, do not stop looking at her.

And the daughter of the old people began to grow up by leaps and bounds; every day, it becomes more and more beautiful. She is very white, like snow, a braid light brown to the waist, only there is no blush at all.

Old people do not rejoice at their daughter, they do not like souls in her. The daughter is growing and smart, and smart, and cheerful. She is affectionate and friendly with everyone. And the work of the Snow Maiden in the hands of argue, and the song will sing - you will listen.

Winter has passed.

The spring sun began to warm up. The grass turned green on the thawed patches, the larks began to sing.

And the Snow Maiden suddenly became sad.

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

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

So the last snow has melted, flowers bloomed in the meadows, birds have arrived.

And the Snegurochka day by day all the sadder, more and more silent becomes. Hiding from the sun. All would be shade and chill, or even better - rain.

Once a black cloud moved in, a large hail fell. The Snow Maiden was delighted with the hail, like rolling pearls. And as the sun peeped out again and the hail melted, the Snow Maiden began to cry, but so bitterly, like a sister after her own brother.

Summer came after spring. The girls gathered for a walk in the grove, their name is Snegurochka:

Come with us, Snow Maiden, to walk into the forest, sing songs, dance.

The Snow Maiden did not want to go into the forest, but the old woman persuaded her:

Come on, daughter, have fun with your friends!

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

And as soon as it was light, they gathered some brushwood, made a fire and let everyone jump over the fire one after another. Behind everyone, the Snow Maiden stood up.

She ran in her turn for her friends. She jumped over the fire and suddenly melted, turned into a white cloud. A cloud rose high and disappeared in the sky. As soon as the girlfriends heard, something plaintively moaned behind: "Ay!" They turned around - but the Snow Maiden was gone.

They began to click it:

Ay, ay, Snegurushka!

Only an echo in the forest responded to them.

Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky Snow Maiden spring tale in four acts with a prologue The action takes place in the land of the Berendeys in prehistoric times. Prologue on Krasnaya Gorka, near Berendey Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. The first action in the Berendeyevka settlement beyond the river. The second act in the palace of King Berendey. The third act in the reserved forest. The fourth act in the Yarilina valley. Prologue of the Face: Spring-Red. Father Frost. Girl - Snow Maiden. Goblin. Shrovetide is a straw effigy. Bean Bakula. Bobylikha, his wife. Berendeys of both sexes and all ages. Spring retinue, birds: cranes, geese, ducks, rooks, magpies, starlings, larks and others. The beginning of spring. Midnight. Red hill covered with snow. To the right are bushes and a rare leafless birch grove; to the left there is a dense dense forest of large pines and firs with branches hanging from the weight of the snow; in the depths, under the mountain, the river; openings and ice-holes are lined with spruce forest. Across the river Berendeyev Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey: palaces, houses, huts - all wooden, with fanciful painted carvings; there are lights in the windows. The full moon gives silver to the entire open area. Roosters are crowing in the distance. Phenomenon One Goblin sits on a dry tree stump. The whole sky is covered with birds that have flown in from overseas. Spring-Red on cranes, swans and geese descends to the ground, surrounded by a retinue of birds. Goblin The end of winter roosters crowed, Spring-Red descends to the ground. The midnight hour has come, the Goblin has guarded the lodge - dive into the hollow and sleep! (Falls into a hollow.) Vesna-Krasna descends on Krasnaya Gorka, accompanied by birds. Spring-Red At the appointed hour in the usual sequence I appear on the land of the Berendeys, Cheerfully and coldly greets Spring its gloomy country. A sad look: under a blanket of snow Deprived of living, cheerful colors, Deprived of fruitful power, The fields lie cold. In the shackles Playful streams - in the silence of midnight Their glass murmur is not heard. The forests are silent, under the snow Thick paws of firs are lowered, Like old, frowned eyebrows. In the raspberries, under the pines, cold darkness was shy, with icy icicles amber resin Hanging from straight trunks. And in the clear sky As the heat burns the moon and the stars shine with an intensified radiance. The earth, Covered with downy powder, In response to their cold greetings, it seems The same shine, the same diamonds From the tops of trees and mountains, from gently sloping fields, From the potholes of the road. And the same sparks hung in the air, They oscillate without falling, flicker. And everything is just light, and everything is just a cold shine, And there is no heat. This is not the way the Happy valleys of the south meet me, - there are Carpets of meadows, acacia aromas, And the warm steam of cultivated gardens, And the milky, lazy radiance From the dull moon on the minarets, On poplars and black cypresses. But I love the midnight countries, I love their mighty nature Wake up from sleep and call from the bowels of the earth A giving birth, a mysterious force, Carrying carefree berendey Abundance lives unpretentious. Lubo Warm for the joys of love, For frequent games and festivities, clean Secluded shrubs and groves With silk carpets of colored herbs. (Addressing the birds that tremble from the cold.) Comrades: white-sided magpies, Cheerful tickling talkers, Sullen rooks, and larks, Singers of the fields, heralds of spring, And you, crane, with your friend heron, Beauties swans, and crying geese , and bustling ducks, And little birds - are you chilled? Though I am ashamed but I must confess Before the birds. I myself am to blame, That it is cold for me, for Spring, and for you. Sixteen years ago, as a joke And amusing my fickle disposition, Changeable and whimsical, I began to Flirt with Frost, my old grandfather, Gray-haired Prankster; and since that time I have been in captivity with the old one. A man is always like that: give a little will, And he will take everything, this is how it is from antiquity. Would leave the gray-haired, But the trouble is, we have an old daughter - Snegurochka. In the deaf forest slums, In the unabated slopes, the Old Man returns his child. Loving the Snow Maiden, Pity her in an unhappy lot, I am afraid to quarrel with the old; And he is glad of that - he chills, freezes Me, Spring, and Berendey. The Sun Jealous looks at us angrily And frowns at everyone, and this is the reason for the Cruel winters and cold spring. Are you trembling, poor things? Dance, you will keep warm! I have seen more than once, That people were warmed up by dancing. Albeit reluctantly, albeit from the cold, but with a dance Let's celebrate the arrival at the housewarming. Some birds take to instruments, others sing, and still others dance. Chorus of birds Birds gathered, Singers gathered in herds, herds. Birds sat down, Singers sat in rows, rows. And who are you, birds, And who are you, singers, Big, big? And who are you, birds, And who are you, singers, Lesser, lesser? Eagle - voivode, Quail - clerk, Clerk, clerk. Owl - voivod, Yellow boots, Boots, boots. Geese - boyars, Ducklings - nobles, nobles, nobles. Chiryats - peasants, Sparrows - slaves, Serfs, slaves. Our crane is a centurion With long legs, Legs, legs. Rooster is a kissing agent, Chechet is a guest of trade, Trade, trade. Swallows-pullets - Killer whales girls, girls, girls. We have a woodpecker - a carpenter, a fisherman - a tavern, a tavern, a tavern. Pancake maker heron, cuckoo whopper, whopper, whopper. The red face of the Crow is good-looking, Good-looking, good-looking. In the winter on the roads, in the summer on the jams, Jams, jams. A crow in a mat, It is not more expensive, More expensive, more expensive. Frost begins to fall on the dancing birds from the forest, then snow flakes, the wind rises - clouds come, block the moon, the distance is completely covered with darkness. Birds huddle with a cry for Spring. Spring-Red (to the birds) Into the bushes quickly, into the bushes! Old Man Frost was planning to joke. Wait until morning, And tomorrow you will melt in the fields of the Protalinka, on the river polynya. You will bask in the sun a little, And you will begin to curl the nests. The birds go into the bushes, Frost comes out of the forest. Phenomenon of the second Spring-Red, Santa Claus Spring-Red, is it great back? Spring Are you healthy, Santa Claus? Frost Thank you, My life is not bad. Berendeys They will not forget about this winter, Merry was; the sun danced From the cold at dawn, And in the evening a month rose with ears. I’ll think to go for a walk, take a club, I’ll clarify, I’ll increase the night, I’ll have a lot of freedom and space. On the rich houses of the townspeople Pounding in the corners, At the gates creaking in faith, Under the runners to sing Love to me, Love, love, love. From the fishing line along the path behind the wagon, a creaky wagon train hurries to the night. I guard the convoy, I will run ahead, Along the edge of the field, in the distance, On the frosty dust I lie down in a haze, Amid the midnight skies I will rise like a glow. I will pour out, Frost, In ninety stripes, I will run up in columns, innumerable rays, Multi-colored. And the pillars push and spiral, And under them the snows light up, The sea of ​​light-fire, bright, Hot, Lush; There is blue, there is red, and there is cherry. Love me, love, love, love. I'm still angry about the early days, At the ruddy dawn. I reached out to the dwellings from the ravines with glades, I creep up, I crawl in fogs. Smoke curls over the village, Dies in one direction; I will freeze the smoke with a gray fog. As it stretches, It will remain so, Over the field, over the forest, Overweight, Love me, Love, love, love. Spring You feasted not badly, it would be high time And on your way to the north. Frost Do not drive, And I myself will leave. Not happy with the old man, You quickly forget about the old. Here I am, old man, always the same. Spring Everyone has their own temper and custom. Frost I’ll go, I’ll go, in the morning dawn, By the breeze, I’ll dash off to the Siberian tundra. I am a sable three-ear on my ears, I am a deer on my shoulders, I hang my belt with trinkets; In the tents, in the yurts of the nomads, In the winter huts of the wild beasts I will wander, wander, shaman, They will bow to my belt. My dominion in Siberia is eternal, there will be no End to it. Here Jarilo Hinders me, and you change me To a stupid breed of idle-lovers. Only the holidays are counted and the mash soar Korchazhnye, but boil buckets of forty They know how to brew honey. They ask the sun for spring warmth. Why - ask? Do not suddenly undertake to plow, The plow is not messy. Eves to rule Yes to wander, sing the spring trees, walk in circles all night from dawn to dawn, - They have one concern. Spring For whom will you leave the Snow Maiden? Frost Our daughter At age, without nannies will do. Neither foot nor horse road And there is no trace in her tower. Bears Oatmeal and seasoned wolves Walk around the yard on patrol; eagle owl On the top of a pine tree at a hundred-year-old night, And in the daytime the capercaillies stretch their necks, Passer-by, they watch the visitor. Spring Tosca will take between owls and goblin Alone to sit. Frost And the terem servants! The cunning fox-sivodushka is at her errand as her maids, Hares get cabbage for her; Than the light runs to the fontanelle marten With a jug; squirrels gnaw nuts, Squatting down; ermines In the hay minions in her service. Spring Yes, all the melancholy, think, grandfather! Frost Work, Wave a strand, with a beaver edge Your sheepskin coat and sew your hats. Motley stitching reindeer mittens. Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries Prepare the winter bread-free; Sing out of boredom, dance, if there is a hunt, What else? Spring Oh, old! The girl's will is Miles of everything. Neither your chiseled one, Neither sables, beavers, nor sleeves Stitched are not expensive; on thoughts The girl of the Snow Maiden is different: To live with people; she needs her girlfriends Fun and games until midnight, Spring parties and burners With the guys, as long as ... Frost What for? Spring As long as she is amused that the guys Vying after her are torn before the fight. Frost And there? Spring And there one will fall in love. Frost That's what I don't like. Spring Crazy And wicked old man! All living things in the world must love. Snow Maiden in captivity Your own mother will not let you torment. Frost That's what you are inappropriately hot, Talkative without reason. You listen! Take your sanity for a moment! Evil Yarilo, The scorching god of the lazy Berendey, To please them, he swore a terrible oath To destroy me where he meets. It drowns, melts my palaces, kiosks, galleries, Exquisite work of decorations, Details of the smallest carving, The fruits of labors and intentions. Believe it, the Tear will get through. Work hard, sweat, artist, Above the molding of barely noticeable stars - And everything will go to dust. But yesterday From across the sea, the bird-woman returned, Perched on a wide clearing And cries for the cold to wild ducks, Scolds me in a scolding manner. Is it My fault that it hurts, That from the warm waters, without looking at the calendar, Without time, it starts to the north. Weaved, weaved, and the ducks cackled, Neither give nor take women in the trading baths; And what did I overhear! Between gossip Such a speech blurted out a bird-woman, - That, swimming in the Lankaran bay, In the Gilyan lakes, I don't remember, At a drunken ragamuffin fakir And the sun a hot conversation Heard that the Sun is going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only And he is waiting to plant in her heart with his Ray the fire of love; then there is no Salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo Will burn her, incinerate, melt her. I don't know how, but it will kill you. As long as her soul is pure as a child, He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden. Spring is Full! You believed the stories of the stupid bird! No wonder her nickname is a woman. Frost I Know Without a woman, I, that evil Yarilo thinks. Spring Give back my Snow Maiden! Frost I will not! Where did you get me to believe my daughter in such a turntable? Spring Why are you, red-nosed, Swearing! Frost Listen, let's make up! For a girl, supervision is most necessary And a stern eye, but not one, but ten. And you have no time, and you do not want to look after your daughter, so it is better to give her to the suburb Bezdetny Beast, in the place of the daughter. There will be Cares up to her throat, and the guys have no greed on their little girl. Cast their eyes. Do you agree? Spring I agree, let her live in the Bobyl family; If only at liberty. Frost The daughter does not know Love at all, in her cold heart There is no spark of a destructive feeling; And you will not know love if you are Spring warmth of languishing bliss, Caressing, discerning ... Spring Enough! Call the Snow Maiden to me. Frost Snow Maiden, Snow Maiden, my child! Snow Maiden (looks out of the forest) Ay! (Approaches his father.) The third phenomenon Spring, Frost, Snow Maiden, then Leshy. Spring Oh, poor Snegurochka, wild, Come to me, I will love you. (He caresses the Snow Maiden.) Beauty, would you like to be free? To live with people? Snow Maiden I want, I want, let me go! Frost And what attracts you to leave the Parent's tower, and what did you find at the Berendeys of Zavidny? Snow Maiden Human songs. Sometimes I, huddled behind the thorny bushes, did not look enough At the girls' fun. Lonely Will feel sad to me, and cry. Ah, father, With girlfriends on scarlet raspberries, Walk on black currants, Auk; and at the dawn of the evening to drive Circles to songs - that is what is cute to the Snow Maiden. Life is not a joy without songs. Let go, father! When, in cold winter, You return to your wilderness, In the twilight, I will comfort you, I will sing Merry song Under the tune of a blizzard. I will borrow from Lel And I will learn quickly. Frost And Lelya Did you find out where? Snow Maiden From Rakitov's bush; grazing cows in the forest Yes, singing songs. Frost How do you know that this is Lel? Snegurochka Maidens go to him Beauties, and stroke the head, Look into his eyes, caress and kiss. And they call Lelyushk and Lelem, Pretty and cute. Spring Is it really good-looking Lel for songs? Snow Maiden Mama, I heard the singing of larks, Trembling over the fields, a swan A sad cry over calm waters, And loud rumbles of nightingales, Your favorite singers; Lyol's songs are dearer to me. And days and nights I am ready to listen to his shepherd's songs. And you listen, and you melt ... Frost (to Spring) You hear: you melt! There is a terrible meaning in this word. Of the various words invented by people, The most terrible word for Frost is: melt. Snow Maiden, run from Lel, be afraid of his Speeches and songs. He is pierced through by the fiery sun. In the midday heat, When all living things run away from the Sun In the shade, look for coolness, proudly, brazenly On the hot spot lies a lazy shepherd, In the languor of his drowsy feelings he picks up Crafty tempting speeches, He designs insidious deceptions For innocent girls. Lylya's songs And his speech is a deception, a mask, truth And there is no feeling under them, then only in the sounds Dressed scorching rays. Snow Maiden, run from Lel! Suns Beloved shepherd son, and just as clearly, In all eyes, shamelessly, looks straight ahead, And just as angry as the Sun. Snow Maiden I, father, an obedient child; but you are already very angry with them, with Lelya and the Sun; right, I'm not afraid of either Lelya or the Sun. Spring Snow Maiden, when you feel sad, Or need something, - the girls are whimsical, About the ribbon, about the silver ring, they are ready to cry, - you come To the lake, to the Yarilin valley, Shout me. Whatever you ask, No refusal for you. Snegurochka Thank you, Mom, Beauty. Frost In the evening at times Walking, staying closer to the forest, And I will give the order to take care of you. Hey, buddies! Pettushki, Forest! Did you fall asleep, eh? Wake up, answer my voice! In the forest, the voices of the goblin. Ay, ay! Goblin crawls out of a dry tree trunk, lazily reaching out and yawning. Goblin Ay! Watch the Snow Maiden Frost! Listen, Goblin, Is anyone a stranger, or Lel the shepherd will stick up Without an indent, al will want to take it by force, What the mind cannot: intercede. Mani him, push him, confuse In the wilderness, in the thicket; shove in a shadyzhnik, Or squeeze into the swamp up to the waist. Goblin Okay. (He folds his arms over his head and falls into a hollow.) Voices are heard in the distance. Spring A crowd of merry berendeys is coming down. Let's go, Frost! Snow Maiden, goodbye! Live, child, happily! Snow Maiden Mom, I’ll find happiness or no, but I’ll look. Frost Farewell, Snow Maiden, daughter! They won't have time to remove the sheaves from the fields, but I'll be back. See you. Spring It's time to be angry at the mercy of Change. Calm down the blizzard! They are taking her by the people, they see her off in droves. Broad ... (She leaves.) In the distance, shouts: "Honest Shrovetide!" Frost, leaving, waves his hand; the blizzard is subsiding, the clouds are fleeing. As clear as the beginning of the action. Crowds of Berendeys: some are pushing a sleigh with a stuffed Maslenitsa to the forest, others are standing at a distance. The fourth phenomenon Snegurochka, Bobyl, Bobylikh and Berendeya. 1st chorus of Berendeys (carrying Maslenitsa) Early, early, the hens began to sing, They announced about spring. Goodbye Shrovetide! Sweetly, volozhno fed us, Susl, watered mash. Goodbye Shrovetide! Pitot, there was plenty of fun, Spilled more. Goodbye Shrovetide! But we dressed you up with Rogozina, a reddish woman. Goodbye Shrovetide! We honestly saw you off, We dragged you on the logs. Goodbye Shrovetide! We will take you to the forest, so that your eyes do not see. Goodbye Maslinitsa! (After pushing the sled into the forest, they leave.) 2nd Chorus Honest Maslenitsa! It's fun to meet you, to greet you, It's hard-tedious to see you off from the yard. How can we turn you around, turn you around? Come back, Shrovetide, come back! Honest Shrovetide! Come back for at least three days! Do not come back for three days, Come back to us for a day! For a day, for a small hour! Honest Shrovetide! 1st Choir Shrovetide-Wettail! Go away from the yard, your time is gone! We have streams from the mountains, Play the ravines, Turn out the shafts, Establish a plow! Spring is Red, Our sweetheart has come! Shrovetide-wettail! Go away from the yard, your time is gone! Carts from the povet, Hives from the cage. Sleigh on the story! Let's sing the vesnjanki! Spring is Red, Our sweetheart has come! 2nd Chorus Farewell, honest Maslena! If I'm alive, I'll see you. Wait at least a year, but know-know that Maslena will come again. Scarecrow of Maslenitsa Red summer passes, Bathing lights will burn. The yellow autumn will also pass With a sheaf, with a rick and with a brother. Darkness, dark nights, spend Karachun. Then the winter will break, the Bear will turn over, The frosty time will come, Frosty-Kolyadnaya: Click the oat-tree-kolyadnaya. The frost will pass, the blizzard will send. In the blizzards with reweighs, the day will come, the night will wane. Sparrows will move under roofs and jams. From the puddle, from the ice He will get drunk with chickens. By warming up, on the rubble With ice icicles The guys will pour out of the huts. In the sun, in the hot weather, the Cow's flank will heat up. Then wait for me again. (Disappears.) Bobyl grabs the empty sleigh, Bobylikh grabs Bobyl. Bobylikha Let's go home! Bobyl Wait! How is it? Is she really all of her? It would seem that a little walk and drunk someone else's. As soon as I walked around a little, The hungry womb a little bit Fueled by the neighbour's pancakes, She and everything - finished off. Great sadness, intolerable. As you want Live now and starve to death without butter. Is it possible for a bean? No way. Where do you go, Bobyl's drunken head? (Sings and dances.) Bakul has a boar No stake, no yard, No stake, no yard, No cattle, no belly. Bobylikha It's time to go home, shameless, people are watching. Berendei Don't touch him! Bobylikha Staggered all week; He doesn't come from other people's yards - his own hut of Unheated is standing. Bobyl Al firewood is gone? Bobylikha But where can they be? They do not go themselves Out of the woods. Bobyl How long ago would you say. She won't say, such, really ... I would ... An ax with me, we will chop two armfuls of the Berezovs, and okay. Wait! (He goes into the forest and sees the Snow Maiden, bows and looks for a while with surprise. Then he returns to his wife and beckons her into the forest.) At this time, the Snow Maiden leaves and looks at the Berendeevs from behind a bush, and Leshy sits down in her place by the hollow. (To Bobylikha.) Look, look! Hawthorn. Bobylikha Where? (Seeing Leshy.) Oh, so you! What a bizarre one. (Returning.) Uh! drunkard! Would kill, I think. The Snow Maiden returns to her place again. Goblin goes into the forest. One berendey What are your arguments? Bobyl Look! Curiosity, honest berendei. All come up to the hollow. Berendeys (with surprise) Hawthorn! Is it alive? Alive. In a sheepskin coat, boots, mittens. Bobyl (to the Snow Maiden) Let me ask you how far you keep your way And what is your name and dignity? Snegurochka Snegurochka. I don't know where to go. If you are kind, take it with you. Boby You will order to lead the king, to Berendey the Wise in the chambers? Snow Maiden No, in your suburb, I want to live. Bobyl Thank you For mercy! Who's got it? Snow Maiden Who was the first to find me, so I will be a daughter. Bobyl Yes, indeed, is it, is it really to me? The Snow Maiden nods her head. Well, why am I, Bakula, not a boyar! Fall, people, into my wide courtyard, On three pillars and on seven supports! Please, princes, boyars, please. Bring me dear gifts And bow down, and I will break. Bobylikha And how is it, you live, you live in the world, And you don’t know all your own worth, really. Let's take, Bobyl, Snow Maiden, let's go! Make way for us, people! Step aside. Snow Maiden Farewell, father! Goodbye to Mom! Forest, And you goodbye! Voices from the forest Goodbye, goodbye, goodbye! Trees and bushes bow to the Snow Maiden. The Berendeys run away in horror, Bobyl and Bobylikh take the Snow Maiden away. Action one Persons: Girl - Snow Maiden. Bean Bakula. Bobylikha. Lel, shepherd. Murash, a rich Slobozhan. Kupava, a young girl, daughter of Murash. Mizgir, a merchant guest from Berendeev's posad. Radushka, Malusha - suburban girls. Brusilo, Kid, Smoking-room - guys. Biryuch. Servants of Mizgir. Slobozhans: old men, old women, boys and girls. Berendeyevka settlement beyond the river; on the right side the poor Bobyl's hut with a shaky porch; a bench in front of the hut; on the left side there is a large Murash hut decorated with carvings; in the back is the street; across the street Khmelnik and Murash the apiary; between them there is a path to the river. The first phenomenon Snow Maiden sits on a bench in front of Bobyl's house and spins. Biryuch walks from the street, puts on his cap on a long pole and raises it high; Slobozhanians converge on all sides. Bobyl and Bobylikha leave the house. Biryuch Listen, listen, Sovereign people, Slobodskie berendei! According to the Tsar's order, the Tsar's order, the Old, primordial custom, Get ready for tomorrow At the evening at the dawn, Warm, quiet, weathery, In the Tsar's reserved forest, At the gulbische, at the game, at the disgrace Wreaths to curl, Drive circles, play-amuse Do early dawn, until morning. They have been filled with food about you, prepared Beer-mash yachny, Old honeys. And at the early dawn of the morning To watch, to meet the rising sun, Bow to the light Yaril. (He takes off his cap from the pole, bows to all four sides, and leaves.) The Slobozhanians disperse. Bobyl and Bobylikha come up to the Snow Maiden and look at her, shaking their heads. Bean He-he, ho-ho! Bobylikha Ahti, Bobyl Bakula! Boby Hohonyushka! Bobylikha To the joy they took their daughter, We are all waiting, waiting for happiness to float. Did you believe someone else's conversation, That the poor adopted fosterlings for good luck, And here's the cry - went to the chickens to laugh Under old age. Bobyl We will be scarce until the age, Carry a wallet on the shoulders of the family Written. For which the Bobyl Bakula Ni will grab, nothing for the future. I found a girl in the forest - they say, help I take it to an orphanage - it wasn’t there: Not a hair’s easier. Snegurochka Himself lazy, So there is nothing to blame for poverty. You wander around idle day-and-day, and I'm not running around to work. Bobyl What's your job! Who needs it? You will not be rich from her, But only full; so it is possible, without work, Pieces of worldly food. Bobylikha Paused, need rubbed his shoulders, It's time for us to live in the hall. Snow Maiden Who's Stopping You? Live. Bobyl You are in the way. Snow Maiden So I'll leave you. Farewell! Bobylikha Enough! Live yourself! And remember about us, the Named Parents! We could live no worse than the Neighbors. Let Moshn fill it up thicker, so you will see: I'll cheer up such a kick with horns, Just ah, go away. Snow Maiden How can an orphan girl have Wealth? Bobylikha Beauty is your maiden's wealth. Bobyl There is no wealth, take your mind. No wonder the proverb that the mind is more valuable than money. Look around the world with fire, you will not find Happier than you: from matchmakers and matchmakers No lights out, the thresholds were unlocked. Would you like to live, wife! Bobylikha Well, what really! It was, Yes passed by the mouth. Bobyl And our guys are crazy; in droves, in herds, without memory, they rushed after you, Left the brides, got over, Fought because of you. Wife, I would have lived! Bobylikha Do not say, Bakula, Do not grieve! In the hands of the wealth was. And grab, praise, between the fingers is gone. Bobyl And you defied everyone with your harsh, non-affectionate custom. Snow Maiden Why did they chase after me, Why they left me, I don't know. In vain you call me harsh. I am ashamed, meek, not harsh. Bobyl Are you ashamed? Shyness suits the Rich's face. This is always the case with the poor: What is needed - no, what is not needed - a lot. Another rich man is ready to buy for money For the daughter of modesty, at least a little, And she did not come to our court. Snegurochka What do you envious people want from the Snegurochka girl? Bobyl Spit on, caress the guys. Snegurochka And if you don't like it? Bobyl Be unwilling, Not to your heart, but a guy you beckon, And he will snuggle up and will not lag behind, will walk around. Bobylikha Yes, mother's gifts To wear. Father's boar with a honey and a brew to Drink some water. For a long time, for a short time Happened with you, and we profit. Get bored with one, take a closer look, Shake a pussycat, beckon another, Beck! Bobylikha And gifts for me again. Bobyl And me honey and a mash with a tuft. That day, then a feast, that morning, then a hangover - This is the most legitimate life! Snow Maiden My trouble is that there is no affection in me. They interpret everything that is love in the world, That the girl of love cannot escape; I don’t know love; What is the word "Heart friend" and what is "dear", I do not know. And tears when parting, And joy when meeting a dear friend I have seen girls; where do they get both laughter and tears - really, the Snow Maiden cannot think of it. Boby There is no trouble here, that you do not know love, Perhaps this is better. Bobylikha That's really true! The poor man will fall in love with the sin, and mayya All my life, as I am with Bakula Bobyl. Bobyl Guys are not nice to you anyway - And caress everyone equally; Yes at leisure - Look after who is richer, Yes himself - big, without elders, familyless. And look, so strive to get married. Lead it so that Bean Bakula will live on bread, in honor of his son-in-law. Bobylikha Mother-in-law Mistress to be above the house and above you. Snow Maiden If it is true that the girl will not pass It's time for love and tears for a sweetheart, wait, She will come. Bobyl Well, girl. Behind the scene is a shepherd's horn. Bobylikha Chu, horn! The shepherd drove the cattle. There is no one of my own, Though I will love other people's cows. (Exit.) Enter Lel and one of the Berendey-Slobozhanians and approach Murash's hut. Murash comes off the porch. The second phenomenon Bobyl, Snegurochka, Lel, Murash, berendey. Berendey Where to take him? It's our turn. Murash I don't need it. Berendey And it’s not self-interest for me. Murash And there Bobyl! Let's reduce to it! LEL (bowing low) Why are you, dear ones, as if from the plague, bury yourself from the shepherd? Murash Come on, deceive others with bows, And we, my friend, know enough, What is careful is whole, they say. They come up to the Bean. Berendey (to Lelu) Go to him, spend the night at the Bobyl! Bobyl What is my opportunity? What you? Forgot al no, that the world has decided To release me from all overheads, By my orphan's poverty? What you! Murash Nakladu is not with you, send wait! Bobyl Will ask for supper? You yourself have not eaten Which day, but feed the shepherd! Murash About supper and no word, we will feed; And your lodging for the night, you have no loss. Bobyl Can't you free it, brothers? LEL (bowing) Uncle, Let me go! Bobyl Divi used to spare the bread, And the place he will not lie with you. Berendey Yes, you see, this is what happened here: It is doubtful to let Lelya, - a daughter At the age of marriageable to a matchmaker. (Pointing to Murash.) Bobyl The matchmaker has a daughter, what about you? Murash (pointing at Berendey) A beautiful wife, but faint-hearted for an hour. Deliver us from Lelya, and forever, For our turn, let him in. Let's pay, It seems, the ruble is not a pity. Bobyl And there is a reason, Yes, that's what, friend, and I have a cabbage, Let the goat go and I do not profit. Murash Completely, What are you afraid of? The Snow Maiden does not look like our women and girls. Bobyl Wherever you go, stay, Lel. Murash Thank you, We are bargaining, we will not stand, we will pay. Murash and Berendey leave. Lel (to Bobyl) For a gentle welcome, for a warm corner, the Shepherd will pay you with a kind word Yes, with songs. Will you order me to sing, uncle? Bobyl I do not have a lot of greed for songs, girls. Fun is sweet, and Bobyl. Put the sweet, yogurt mash on the table, so you will be a friend. If you want, Play and sing to the Snow Maiden; but do not waste Curly words for nothing, - stingy with affection. She has love and affection for the rich, And to the shepherd: "thanks and goodbye!" (Exit.) The third phenomenon Snow Maiden, Lel. Lel Will you tell me to sing? Snow Maiden I dare not order, I humbly ask you. Listening to songs One joy of mine. If you want, Do not work for you, get drunk! And for the service I am ready to serve myself. I will cover the Maple table with a branded fly, I will ask you to have a bite of bread and salt, I bow, I sweat; and tomorrow I'll wake up at sunrise. Lel I'm not worth your bows. Snow Maiden How can I pay you for songs? Lel With a kind word, friendly. Snow Maiden What kind of payment is this? I am friendly with everyone. Lel For songs I'm not waiting for payment. The little shepherd boy of the Wretched for the song will be smiled by Polaskovey, when they kiss. Snow Maiden Do you sing songs for a kiss? Is he so dear? When we meet, when we say goodbye I kiss everyone - kisses The same words: "goodbye" and "hello"! For a girl you will sing a song, She pays you only with a kiss; How can she not be ashamed to pay her so cheaply, To deceive the good-looking Lelya! Do not sing for them, for girls, they do not know Prices for your merry songs. I consider them dearer than kisses And I will not kiss you, Lel. Lel Pick a flower from the grass and give it For a song, that's enough for me. Snow Maiden You're kidding, you're laughing. What do you need a flower for? And you need it, and you will rip it yourself. Lel Flower There is no importance, but the gift of the Snow Maiden is dear to me. Snow Maiden Why such speeches? Why are you deceiving me, Lel? It doesn’t matter wherever you take a flower, - Smell it and throw it away. Lel You'll see, Come on! Snow Maiden (handing a flower) Take it! Lel In a conspicuous place I'll stick it. Let the girls watch. They will ask where I got it from, I will tell you what you gave. (Sings.) Strawberry-berry has grown under the bush; An orphan girl Was born on the mountain, Lado, my Lado! Strawberry-berry, Without warming it ripened, Orphan-girl Without a glory has grown, Lado, my Lado! Strawberry-berry Without warming up, it will dry out, Orphan-girl Without hello, it will dry out. Lado, my Lado! The Snow Maiden, almost crying, puts her hand on Lel's shoulder. Lel suddenly sings merrily: As the forest rustles through the forest, A shepherd sings behind the forest, My expanse! My spruce tree, my spruce tree, My frequent birch grove, My freedom! On frequent bushes, On a small path The girl runs. Oh, he is running, in a hurry, He carries two wreaths with him - For himself and for him. My cold well, Over the mosses, over the swamps Do not spill water. Do not bother along the paths, The girl run along the stitches, paths. Do not make noise, green forest, Do not stagger, pines, In the clear forest! Do not swing, bushes, Do not bother the girl To say two words. Two girls from a distance beckon Lelya. He takes out the flower given by the Snow Maiden, and throws it, and goes to the girls. Snow Maiden Where are you running? Why are you throwing the flower? Lel What is your withered flower to me! Where am I running? Look, a bird has sat down On a tree! Sing a little And flies away; will you hold her? There, you see, they are waiting for me and beckoning me with a pen. We run, joke, laugh, We whisper at the tyna on the sly, From angry mothers on the sly. (Exit.) Phenomenon Four The Snow Maiden is one. Snow Maiden How painful it is here, how heavy it has become for the heart! A heavy offense, like a stone, A flower fell on the heart, crushed by Lel And thrown. And I, as if, too, Abandoned and abandoned, wilted From his mocking words. The shepherd runs to others; they are dearer to him; Their laughter is louder, their speech is warmer, They are more pliable to a kiss; They put their hands on his shoulders, look straight into his eyes and boldly, in front of the people, Freeze in Lel's arms. There is fun and joy. (Listens.) Chu! laugh. And I stand and almost cry with grief, I'm sorry that Lel left me. And how to blame him! Where it is more fun, His heart pulls him there. Prigogy Lel is right. Run to where they love, Look for love, you are worth it. The heart of the Snow Maiden, cold for everyone, And for you, love will not be hammered. But why am I offended, annoyance Squeezes my chest, languidly, sadly Looking at you, looking at your joy, Happy shepherd's girlfriends? Father Frost, you offended the Snow Maiden. But I will fix the matter: between knickknacks, Beautiful beads, cheap rings I will take a little from Mother Spring, A little warmth of the heart, So that the heart just flickers a little. On the street appear Malusha, Radushka, Malysh, Brusilo, Smoking-room, Lel and other guys and girls, then Kupava. The guys bow to the girls. The fifth phenomenon Snegurochka, Kupava, Malusha, Radushka, Malysh, Brusilo, Smoking-room, Lel and Berendei. Malusha (to the guys) Leave us! Come fondle your Snow Maiden! Radushka (to Brusil) Don't come near, Your shameless eyes! Brusilo As long as we languish, tell us! Smoking-room Cut Anything! Radushka Go to the Snow Maiden! Once they changed their cherished friends For a new one, there is no faith. Malusha Find Better than us, since we are not good. Brusilo And if we are smooth from the new bribe, Where then? Radushka Don't cry for you. Brusilo They have already repented; do not be crucified for a century; It's time to forget about the old. Radushka Do not suddenly Forget we, do not wait. (To Malusha) They laugh right into your eyes, take out Zealous from your white chest, and then flatter, like worthy robots: Like, it will pass like nothing, Forget it. Malusha We will never forget. Brusilo We subdue, we bring confession, And we do not see pity over ourselves. Radushka Die in your eyes, and I will not regret it. Brusilo The whole thing is apart and in two. Smoking-room Ay! Howl like a wolf. Brusilo And apart, so apart; And they themselves Stood without us, on the world Will be pulled. Radushka the Blind said: we'll see. Girls and boys disagree on the opposite side. Kupava (going up to Snegurochka) Snegurochka, you stand alone, poor thing! Have left you, forgot the guys, Even if Lelya would caress. Snow Maiden Lel does not like Missing with me, he needs fun, Hot caresses, and I am bashful. Kupava I am, Snegurochka, and I am so happy! For joy and a place I can’t find, That’s how I would be around everyone’s neck And rushed, told about joy, Yes, not everyone wants to listen. Listen, Snow Maiden, rejoice with me! I picked flowers on Krasnaya Gorka, Well done to meet me from the forest, Good-looking, ruddy, chubby, Krasin, curly like a poppy flower. Judge for yourself, not a heart of stone, You cannot live without a sweetheart, you will have to love Someone, you cannot manage. It's better to be handsome than bad. Of course, by the modesty of a girl, You try to keep a zealous heart a little; Well, and yet You will not be saved for every hour. Guy Make it good with yourself, promises to marry, Yes, it is so quick, but so quick that, really, he will completely circle, you will not collect your mind. Well, what and how ... for a long time or for a short time, But only we became friends. He is a rich father's son, by the name of Misgir, a merchant guest from the royal settlement. My parents, of course, are glad of My fate; and he swore so and so On Yarilin's day, at sunrise, In the eyes of the king, exchange wreaths And take me as a wife, then goodbye. In his house, in a large royal settlement, In all sight, a rich mistress Zabarstva. Today my Misgir Will come to our suburb to be recognized With girls and guys. You will see, rejoice with me! The Snow Maiden kisses her. Let's have some fun. Let's go for circles on Krasnaya Gorka. Yes, here he is! (He runs and hides between the girls.) Mizgir enters, followed by two servants with sacks. The Snow Maiden is spinning. Phenomenon six Snow Maiden, Kupava, Malusha, Radushka, Mizgir, Kid, Brusilo, Smoking-room, Lel, servants of Mizgir and Berendeya. Kupava Golubushki-maidens, The beauty of the maiden's destroyer has come, With her friends, with relatives, the separator. Don't betray your girlfriend, bury it! And give it out as a great ransom. Misgir (bowing politely) Beauties-maidens, isn't the beauty Kupava hiding between you? Radushka Beauty Kupava is necessary for us girls, Themselves. Give, so there will be no one with whom to drive circles, and sit evenings, And the secrets of the girl's talk. Misgir Beauties, you need a girlfriend, And I need it more. I walk alone, there is no Mistress: to whom will I give the golden Keys from the forged caskets? Radushka (to the girls) Give it back or not? Malusha Do not give your girlfriend, Our songs are not finished yet, And we have not finished the game with her. Misgir Beauties, you need a girlfriend, And I need more than that. An orphanage Who should caress me, cherish, undead, Who should scratch and groom the Rus' curls? Radushka Give or no girlfriend? Malusha Will the Great give ransom. Radushka With a ruble or a half, And it's a pity for the ruble, even with the gold hryvnia Give the girls, we will give Kupava. Misgir It's not a pity for you either a hryvnia or a half, It's not a pity to give the girls a ruble. (He takes money from the servant from the bag and gives it to the girls.) Printed nuts and gingerbread The ship has arrived. (Gives a bag of nuts and gingerbread.) The guys surround Kupava. Kid Do not suddenly take Kupava. We will not give it up without a ransom. Guys, stand upright! Do not give away for nothing! And then they will take all the girls from us, And we ourselves have a shortage in the suburb. Misgir To the girls, I will give you affection and greetings, And with you I will lead a different speech; I will give you - let's berendeyka - Two handfuls, and the conversation is short. The kid substitutes the berendeyka hat, Mizgir throws in two handfuls and takes Kupava. Kupava A heartfelt friend, my girlish will, Friends, relatives, for a sweet friend I replaced; do not deceive Kupava, do not destroy the girl's heart. They leave and sit on the porch of Murash's hut. Brusilo However, Mizgir laughs in our eyes. Well, brothers, it's a pity he didn't attack me! You won't really talk to me. I would not tolerate hurtful words, I would not betray my children to a stranger, a stranger. Baby Oh? What would you do? Brusilo Yes, you are not a match. It seems ... (Rolls up his sleeves.) Kid Start, and we'll see. Brusilo Krutenek I am heavy on hand. You'd better tie me up, brothers, so that there is no trouble. Baby Look, Kohl you stick around, don't go back. Brusilo Impossible, Popotchuyu, unbeaten from the suburb I will not release. Smoker, kick up! Smoking room (to Mizgir) Hey you, Mizgir, listen, brother, robots Offended. Misgir (gets up from the porch) What for? Smoking-room To be rude. Misgir What? Smoking-room That's right. Misgir (going up to the Smoking-room) Are you offended too? Well, why are you silent! Smoking-room Yes, I’m nothing. Misgir So go away; Yes, send someone smarter. Smoking room And I suppose I'm a fool, What do you think? Misgir the Fool is. Smoking-room For the cause Well going to beat you Brusilo. Misgir Brusilo? Where? What is this? Seem! Come on it! Kid (holding Brusil) Where are you going? Wait! Misgir Brusilo you! Come closer here! Brusilo (to the guys who are pushing him) Yes, you are full! (To Mizgir.) Don't listen, sir! It is known to be so fooling around, for a joke, Between ourselves. Radushka Eh, woe-bogatyr! Yes, that's what you need. Malusha Nishto them! Strangers will take us in their eyes. Smoking-room And we will go for stranger girls. Radushka And we forgot to think about you. Girls and boys go apart. Kupava (to the guys) Aren't you ashamed? The Groom has come to the Slobozhanka girl, you need to greet him; And you are ready to climb into a fight and a fight. Kid Brusilo is igniting here. Brusilo Disorder - Let strangers' guys into the suburb. Themselves Wake up, - we will be left without girls, they knew how to take Kupava without him. Kupava If you could, but I don't know how To love you, that's a woe. (To the girls.) Sing along, Girlfriends, louder merry! Let's go to the meadow and start a circle! The girls sing along: "Ai in the field, a lipstick" - and leave; the guys are behind them, at a distance. Lel sits down beside the Snow Maiden and braids the horn with birch bark. Kupava and Mizgir approach the Snow Maiden. Kupava Snegurochka, sweat your girlfriend For the last time, the last time - let's go Drive circles, play on Krasnaya Gorka. Not long for me to frolic, to have fun, The last day of my girlish will, Snow Maiden, the last. Snow Maiden I, Kupava, I'm going with you, we'll take Lelya. I'll take the yarn home and run after you. (Goes into the hut.) Kupava (to Mizgir) Dear friend, let's go! They will catch up. Misgir Wait, wait! Kupava The girls behind the Polk settlement are standing and waiting. Misgir Your friend Snow Maiden; and what have you got to do with Lel? The Snow Maiden comes out, followed by Bobyl and Bobylikha. The seventh phenomenon Snegurochka, Kupava, Mizgir, Lel, Bobyl, Bobylikha. Kupava Snegurochka without Lel will be bored. Misgir Is it true? Wouldn't it be more fun for the Snow Maiden to go with me? Kupava And what about me? Misgir Take Lelya at least. Kupava How, dear? After all, I am yours, yours; one grave Will tear us apart. Misgir Will you go, or not, And I will stay here. Bobyl We humbly ask you. Kupava Close first with loose sand My eyes, with a heavy board crush the heart of poor Kupava, Then take another. The Separates will not see the eyes, the evil grief The jealous heart does not smell. Snegurochka, envious girl, give Druzhka back! Snow Maiden Dear friend, And you, her friend, leave us. Your words hurt, it hurts to listen. The Snow Maiden is a stranger to you. Farewell! Do not boast of your happiness before us, Do not blame me for envy! (He wants to go.) Misgir (holding her) Snow Maiden, stay! Who is the lucky lover is your lover? Snow Maiden Nobody. Misgir So I will. (To Kupava) Look there, Kupava! You see, the Sun In the west, in the rays of the evening dawn, In a purple fog drowns! Will it go back? Kupava For the Sun There is no return. Misgir And for extinguished love There is no return, Kupava. Kupava Woe, woe! Dear friends, come back! (Runs away) Misgir Love me, Snow Maiden! I will shower your priceless beauty with invaluable gifts. Snow Maiden You can't buy my love. Misgir And I will give my life to the bargain. Servants, carry my treasury! Bobylikha (to the Snow Maiden) You, crazy Great, do not try to refuse! Bobyl Sacks are dragging, Snow Maiden, remember the Parents! Bobylikh Wouldn't be carried by. And so in the eyes and danced kika Horned with round pearls. Snow Maiden Collect tribute, envious people, From your friend's misfortune, enrich with My shame. Don't complain, I agree to Pretend for your profits. Bobyl would have poured a guest, but I don’t know What to serve: honey combs, Stoyaliy's honey with a silver foot, Is there a honey-pot and mash? Misgir What is not a pity, give that. Bobyl Have mercy, I regret it. What does your heart want? Misgir Give honey! Bobyl What do you like: Raspberry al cherry, inbirny? Misgir Any. Bobyl And everyone is enough, Yes, not with us, but with the neighbors. Believe me, roll the ball - not a crust of bread in the house, Not a grain in the bottom, not a penny of Iron in Bobyl's purse. Misgir Take a bag, old man, - it will go as a deposit For your daughter. Boby Bring him to the hut, old woman, Korpi over him! Thank you humbly! Now we'll get hold of honey and beer, I'll sweat you and get drunk myself. Misgir Give the treasury, so know why. Already Lelya You keep away, otherwise we will mess up. Let's quarrel, old man. Bobyl Is it such a thing, To quarrel! Is Lel great, have mercy! Yes, as you please, so it will be, - You tell me to drive away, we will drive away. Misgir Drive away! Boby Snow Maiden! The guest did not like that Lel sticks out before his eyes. Daughter, Tell him to walk around And around, to go around the Bobyl yard! And pounding at the hut Not for what, they say, dear friend, that's it! Snow Maiden Come away from us, get away, Lel! I'm not driving, need dictates. Lel Goodbye! Snow Maiden What are you crying about? These tears What, tell me! Lel When you cry yourself, You will find out what people are crying about. (Moves away) Misgir (hugging the Snow Maiden) You don't know the value of your beauty. I walked around the world as a trade guest, I looked at the colorful bazaars of Muslims; from all sides the beauties are brought there by the Armenians and the sea robbers, but I have never met such beauty in the world. Kupava enters with girls and boys. Murash comes off the porch. The eighth phenomenon Snegurochka, Mizgir, Bobyl, Lel, Kupava, Murash, Radushka, Malusha, Malysh, Brusilo, Smoking room, berendey and berendeyki. Kupava Dear friends, look! Father, look, your Kupava is in tears! Longing for her throat chokes, dry Her lips are hot; and he - With a homeless woman, cheerful, right in the eyes He was staring, looking, not looking enough. Murash How so? Little Dikovina, guys. Radushka He offended Kupava deeply. Malusha All, Offended all the girls. Murash No such thing has been heard among honest Berendeys. Kupava Tell me, villain, with all honest people, Then did you deceive Kupava, When you swore in love to her? Or really Loved her and deceived her now, Covered with unfulfilled eyes On new prey? Speak! Misgir Why words! There is no pointer for the heart. You will take away a lot of insane oaths In the heat of love, a lot of promises; Will you remember them later? Oaths You consider chains, I - words, I do not remember them, and I do not knit my heart: It is free for him to love and stop loving; I loved you, now I love another, Snow Maiden. Radushka It's a shame to berendey to hear such speech from Berendey. Brusilo What else! It couldn't be worse. Murash I have been living for a long time, and the old order I know enough. Berendei, beloved by the gods, lived honestly. Without fear, we entrusted the boyfriend with the daughter, The wreath for us is the guarantee of their love And loyalty to death. And the wreath was never desecrated by Treason, And the girls did not know deception, They did not know the insult. Radushka Resentment to all, Resentment to all berendey girls! Kupava Why did you stop loving Kupava? Mizgir To the lover of all, modesty is dear to him And the girl's timid glance; She is a friend herself, remaining with her sweetheart, and is looking for as if where her gaze is protected. Bashful eyes are pubescent, Eyelashes are covered; only furtively Flickers through them a tenderly pleading gaze. One hand jealously holds a friend, The other pushes him away. And you loved me without looking back, You hugged me with both hands And looked merrily. Kupava Ah, insult! Misgir And I thought, seeing your shamelessness, That you are replacing me with another. Kupava Ah, ah! Father, dear ones, intercede! Everyone stands amazed. No protection for Kupava? Everyone is silent. Kupava, raising his hands, addresses the bee: Bees, bees! Winged, fly in a fierce swarm, Leave you honeycomb, dive into shameless eyes! His tongue did not stutter, his throat did not choke To say that I am a girl without shame, And to shame my relatives. Slap his face and the doggy gaze of a liar! (Referring to the hop-plant.) Khmelinushko, stamen blade, You soared high on the perch, Widely you hung out the bumps. (Kneels down.) I beg you, curly, ardent intoxication, Reject him, the mocker, a mockery of the girl! At long tables, Dubovy, at a clever conversation, In the circle of honorable guests, gray-haired, Put him, a deceiver, ignorant An uncouth and round fool. Home will go, so intoxicated head Hit the standing tyn, right into the puddle Drop his shameless face! O little river, cold water, Deep, flowing, cover my melancholy and, together with fierce grief, drown the zealous heart! (She runs to the river, Lel is holding her, almost insensitive.) Lel Why drown a zealous heart! Longing will pass, and the heart will revive. Murash For the girls who were deceived the defender of the Great Tsar. Ask the king, Kupava. All For all orphans, the patron Berendey. Kupava You hateful, hateful person! (Falls into Lelya's arms.) Murash You waited for a curse from Kupava. Do not wait long for the pernicious wrath From the righteous punishing gods. Second Act Persons: Tsar Berendey. Bermyata, a close boyar. Elena the Beautiful, his wife. Snow Maiden. Kupava. Bobyl. Bobylikha. Misgir. Lel. Boyars, Boyar women, Guslyars, Blind people, Skomorokhs, Youths, Priyuchi, Berendeys of any rank, of both sexes. Open passage in the palace of Tsar Berendey; in the depths, behind the chiseled balusters of the passages, one can see the tops of the garden's trees, carved wooden towers and watchtowers. The first phenomenon Tsar Berendey sits on a golden chair, paints one of the pillars. Two buffoons are sitting on the floor at the feet of the king; a little further away - blind guslars with gusli; the tsar's youths stand at the passages and at the doors. Guslars (sing) Prophetic, sonorous strings rumble Loud glory to Tsar Berendey. Let us lower our faded eyes down. Nights Dawnless gloom joined them forever, Sighted thought, prowling look Close neighbors neighboring kingdoms. What rings me at dawn from afar? I hear the trumpets, and the neighing of horses, Deaf paths groan under the hooves. Steel helmets sink in gray mists, Ringed armor clatters ringingly, Awakening herds of birds across the steppes. The bows are tense, the bodies are open, Scarlet banners are plowing in the wind, Rati is jumping across the field from the start. Wives cry on the walls and high towers: We can't see our lovely ones anymore, Lovely ones perish in an unknown field. Moans over the hailstones, the fields are trampled down ... From morning to night and from night to light, Ratai roam like black liars. Arrows sprinkle like rain on blued shields, Swords clatter against steel helmets, Sulitsy pierce armor through the skin. They extract honor and glory to the princes, They crush and drive the squads of the squads, Trample them with clods, lower them with spears. The beasts of the forest lick bloody corpses, The birds covered the beaten with wings, Trees and grasses drooped tight. Merry cities in the land of the Berendeys, Joyful songs along the groves and valleys, By the world is Berendey's red power. Glory To birth and birth, the guardian of the world! Bayan strings will not stop thundering Glory to the golden table of Berendey. The king thanks the blind with a sign, they are taken away. 1st buffoon Well this is a king - what, say, it is stuck - At the bottom of the pillar he writes a cow's leg. 2nd buffoon Al are you blind? Where is she, the cow? 1st buffoon What is it? 2nd buffoon What! You see: the dog. 1st buffoon Cow, jester. 2nd buffoon Ay, dog. 1st buffoon An, cow, With hooves. 2nd buffoon Yes, the dog. 1st buffoon You yourself are a dog, Dog nose. 2nd buffoon And you are a cow. 1st Buffoon Me? They fight. So I'll gore you with my horns! 2nd buffoon And I'll bite you with my teeth! They get up on their feet and disperse, getting ready to beat on their fists. King To the place, you! The buffoons sit down. Not a dog, not a cow, And a strong leg of a bay tur. The ward letter makes sense. Celestial circles adorn the Subscribers in the chambers of the High ceilings; in the narrow walls they write, The comfort of the eyes, azure flowers Between the green herbs; and turyi Mighty and sinewy legs On the lintels of the door, bake rounds, At the foot of straight pillars, on which heavy mats rests a load. On the eve, so that the guests enter the house more cheerfully, scribes paint such as you, fools and fools. Well, do you understand, you fools? 1st buffoon Tell which of the two of us is dumber. 2nd buffoon Here is the task! A simple mind cannot figure it out. King It's nice to try on someone else's mind, To measure it and by weight; foolishness to measure - It is in vain to lose labor. Bermyata enters. Get out! The buffoons leave. Phenomenon the second Tsar Berendey, Bermyata. Bermyata Great king of happy berendeys, Live forever! From a joyful morning, From your subjects and from me Greetings to you! In your vast kingdom As long as everything is safe. King Is it true? Bermya Truly. Tsar I do not believe, Bermyata. Lightness is noticeable in your judgments. More than once you are ordered by word and by decree, and I repeat again, So that you look deeper at things, in essence I tried to penetrate them, into the depths. You can't easily, fluttering like a moth, Touch only the surface of objects: Surface is a vice in honorable persons, Placed high above the people. Do not think that everything is all right, When the people are not hungry, do not wander With knapsacks, do not rob on the roads. Do not think that if there are no murders And thief ... Bermata Steal little by little. King And do you catch? Bermyata Why catch them, Losing your work? Let them steal themselves, Someday they will be caught; by virtue of the proverb of the people: "No matter how much a thief steals, the whip cannot be avoided. "Tsar Of course, the sin of unjust acquisition Is not very great in trifles Comparatively, but still does not interfere with Eradicating it. We will not deviate from the main subject of conversation. Well-being is a great word! I have not seen it for a long time among the people, I have not seen it for fifteen years. Our summer is Short, shorter from year to year Becomes, and the springs are colder - Foggy, damp, like autumn, Sad. And they wander through the villages, breaking, Chilling people. Recently we walked With your wife, Beautiful Elena, In my shady garden. Under the bushes, Hiding from the watchful eyes of gardeners, Hiding a melting ice floe; Careless, like children, we joked, Fidget with Beautiful Elena; But the chill, curling in a thin stream, Her beautiful face touched; And suddenly crimson lips swelled And the right ruddy cheek, Mountain, instantly distorted The smile of the honey lips. No, Bermyata, Not everything is safe with us oh friend. Fifteen years Yarilo does not seem To our call, when, meeting the Sun, On the great day of Yarilin, in vain we call out to him with a crowd of thousands And we praise his greatness with songs. Yarilo is angry with us. Bermyat Wise King, Why would he be angry? Tsar There is a reason. In the hearts of the people I noticed I will cool down a lot; the fervor of love I have not seen for a long time at the Berendeys. The service to beauty disappeared in them; I do not see the eyes of youth, Moistened with enchanting passion; I do not see pensive maidens, deeply Sighing. In front of our eyes, with dragging, There is no sublime melancholy of love, But completely different passions are seen: Vanity, envy for other people's outfits And so on. In married couples, the cooling is more noticeable: at wives, beauties Outlandish, with falcon eyes, At the lush whiteness of the swan Elastic shoulders - the spouses-berendei, Sleepy, look indifferently. It seems that I ... oh, old age, old age! Where are you Past fun years of hot feelings and frequent hobbies? Wonderful deeds love affliction Created in my soul: and kind and gentle There was then a happy Berendey, And everyone is ready to take into the arms of the Open. Now both old and gray, But still I do not understand whether it is possible to be Cold, to remain impassive at the sight of ruddy, full-breasted wives. But we will not deviate to the side, We will return to the former. And the wives! This is not to say that they have completely lost their ardent affection for their husbands, But nevertheless, conjugal fidelity Has lost a little, so to speak, Its inviolability and undoubtedness. In short, friend, coldness of the heart Everywhere - hearts have grown cold, And here is the solution to our troubles And cold: for the cold of our feelings And the Yarilo-Sun is angry with us And takes revenge on the cold. Clear? Bermyata I understand, Great tsar, but I am grieving to help I see no means. King And the means must be. Think about it, Bermyata! Bermyats Wise Tsar, Issue a decree so that the wives are faithful, Husbands look more tender at their beauty, All the guys so that they are completely madly in love with their brides, And the girls are thoughtful and languid ... Well, in a word, as they want, but only there would be Lovers. Tsar A very simple way, But we will wait for the benefit? Bermyat None. Tsar Why then decrees? Bermyata Before the Sun Cleaning up to us: it was ordered, they say, it was, They do not listen, so their fault, you can't put On the watchman to everyone. Tsar Not stupid, but inappropriate. Prayers only soften the anger of the gods And sacrifices. Tormented by insomnia, I thought all night, until the morning, and that's what I stopped at: tomorrow, On Yarilin's day, in the reserved forest, By the dawn of the day, the Berendei will converge. We order to collect what is in my people, Maidens-brides and boyfriends-grooms And all at once we will unite in an unbreakable union, as soon as the Sun will splash Ruddy rays on the green tops of trees. And then let them merge Into a single cry of hello to meet the Sun And a solemn wedding song. No sacrifice is more pleasing to Yarila! Bermyata Wise, Great Tsar, no matter how cheerful, Neither is such a joyful meeting with the Sun, Yes, it's just a pity that it is impossible. Tsar What? What is not allowed, Bermyata? Impossible to Do what the king wants? Are you in your mind? Bermyata Do not be angry! The brides Quarreled before the fight with the suitors. Where to marry! On a fathom swing You will not bring to each other. King Of what? Bermyata Some Snegurochka recently appeared in the Zarechensk settlement. All the guys fought for her. The bridegrooms were attacked by the brides Out of jealousy, and the abuse is such - Strife that only hands apart! Tsar Firstly, I do not believe, and secondly, Perhaps you are right, then try to Settle everyone and reconcile until tomorrow. My decision is indispensable. Enter the BOY. The lad The girl is red Asks, heaps up To make a petition. Tsar Is it for the girls Entrances ordered, Doors closed? The lad introduces Kupava. The third phenomenon Tsar Berendey, Bermyata, Kupava, the youth Kupava (bowing) Batyushko, the bright king! Tsar (raising her affectionately) Tell me, I'm listening! Kupava Batyushko, the light tsar, Is it so common? Where is it written, Where is it shown? Having pulled out your heart ... (Cries.) Tsar Tell me, I listen. Kupava Having taken out my heart, Having gotten my soul out, With a maiden affection, Having taken a long time, Having boasted a lot, In front of people I called the girl shameless. Tsar I hear, girl, A tearful complaint, Grief is heard, Truth is seen, It’s meaningful, dear, Little, little. Tell me in a row, What and how it worked, What are you offended, Who is disgraced by! Kupava (crying) Tell me, light king? King Tell me, clever girl! Kupava Spring time, Frequent holidays, Wandering, walking, Through the meadow, through the forest, How long to meet, How long does the girl get to know the guys? So I met. Tsar Who did you meet, who did you meet? Kupava met with a young merchant Chinu, Rod Mizgiryevo. Tsar I know, beauty. Kupava (crying) Tell me, light king? Tsar Tell me, tell me! Kupava Dai-ko, I will ask you, Father, the bright king: Should we listen to oaths, Should we believe in conscience, should Ali be completely mistaken in people? Tsar How can you not believe something, dear girl! What is the light worth? Truth and conscience Only holds on. Kupava (crying) I believed. Say, the bright king? King Tell me, clever girl! Kupava Dai-ko, I'll ask you more! The guy will like, The guy will fall in love, You think you will live a century In happiness and joy; A gentle guy, Do I need to love him? Tsar It is necessary, beauty. Kupava (crying) So I did. Say, the bright king? Tsar Tell me, tell me! Kupava I have forgotten everyone, Father my dear, Close and relatives, Dear girlfriends, Fun games, Treasured speeches. I know and remember only my dear friend. When we meet, we kiss, We sit, we hug, We stare into our eyes, We look, we admire. Father, the light king, It can be seen that human happiness is not for long. They took it into their heads, went to the forest, They took girlfriends, They called the Snow Maiden. As soon as he saw the Evil Homeless Woman, he looked up like a vulture, rushed like a falcon, Curling beside the homewoman, caressing, Driving, shaming me, Faithful, the old one. He himself bowed out, Wept, begged for the Heart of the girl, He himself reproaches, scolds: In public he called the girl shameless ... Tsar Poor girl! They touch the heart with simple words, true woe. Kupava I listened, listened, I didn’t see the Light, Legs are frisky Exactly knocked down, So I fall in a sheaf, Do you believe, the light king, So I’m falling, Just look now, - So, just a little bit Ozem and burst. (She wants to fall, the Tsar supports her.) Tsar Beauty, believe that if the thunders Amid the clear, cloudless sky suddenly roared with Rings, I wouldn't be so astonished as I marvel at your ingenuous words. Laugh at the abandoned girl, at the heart, Childishly trusting! Terrible! Unheard of, Bermyata! It's scary to believe! Minions, look for the Outlaw Posad; put Mizgir on the court of the tsars. Exit the henchmen. The heralds, through the towers, To click the people from the bazaars and trades To the royal court, to the imperial court, And to click the cry courteously, honestly, gracefully, So that everyone is honored by rank, By rank and age. Bow down often and lower! The heralds run to the towers along the passages. 1st Biryuch (shouts from the tower) Sovereign people: Boyars, nobles, Boyar children, Cheerful heads, Wide beards! Do you, noblemen, Have greyhound dogs, Barefoot slaves! 2nd Biryuch (from another tower) Trade guests, Beaver hats, Thick heads, Thick beards, Tight purses! 1st Biryuch Young ladies, Daughters of fathers, Wives are great! Do you have angry husbands, Branded gates, Sewn sleeves, Broken heads. 2nd Biryuch Clerk, clerk, Hot guys, your business: drag and press, Yes, hold your hand with a hook. 1st Biryuch Old old men, Honest peasants, Podpolatnye residents, Woman's servants! 2nd Biryuch Old old women, Owl eyebrows, Bear looks, your business: muddle, weave, Divorce the son and daughter-in-law. 1st Biryuch Young fellows, Daring daredevils, Young green, Walking is led. People for the cause, you are for idleness. It's your business to look around the towers, to lure the girls out of the 2nd Biryuch Red maidens, Laughing mischief-makers, Potter pernicious, your business: to polish the forehead, to drag the house apart, to bake cakes, to bury under the fence Yes, to feed the guys. 1st Biryuch Listen, listen, Tsar's people, Tsar's will! Go to the red gate To the red royal court! Verei are chiseled, The gates are gilded. From the red courtyard to the new canopy, To the frequent steps, To the oak doors, To the royal chambers, Judge the court, row a row. Descend from the towers. Tsar The play of mind and words is kind to me: Simple speech is harsh. Headpieces paint Beautiful wives; the high chambers are red with embellishments, and the speeches - with a warehouse, Flowing in harmony and a harmless joke. Are the people gathering? The lad (from the passages) Knocks down in droves, the Great Tsar. Tsar (to Kupava) Maid, do not grieve! Sadness darkens faces with living colors. Forgetful girlish grief, heart Elastic: as in a coal, under the ashes Lurks in it a fire for a new passion. Forget the offender! And for the offense the Avenger is the judgment and the king. Beautiful Elena and the boyars emerge from the inner chambers; from the outer doors and from the stairs - the people; between the people of Murash and Lel. The minions bring Mizgir. The fourth phenomenon Tsar Berendey, Bermyata, Beautiful Elena, Kupava, Murash, Lel, Mizgir, the royal youths, the people. Tsar (to Elena the Beautiful) Hello to you, Beauty of the palace, Beautiful Elena! Beautiful Elena Greetings to you, great Berendey, From wives and virgins, from young berendeks, From all hearts that cherish love. Choir of the people Greetings to you, wise, Great Berendey, Lord of silver, Father of his land. For the happiness of the people, you keep Gods, And freedom reigns Under your scepter, Lord of silver, Father of his land. Long live the wise, Great Berendey! King (to the people) Thank you! Is it guilty in the drive? Bermyaty Guilty here, humbly awaiting trial. King (to the people) Do you know his wine? The people are known. Tsar (to Misgir) Do you blame yourself for your fault? Misgir I blame. King of his Wine is terrible, Berendei. For mercy, close our hearts This time. To the villains, regret Threatens disaster: the angry gods They will bring down his guilt on us, punishment She will fall on the Berendei. Vengeance The threatening wrath humbles the criminal. Love is abused! A good feeling, The great gift of nature, the happiness of life, Her spring color! The bride's love Is abused! The divorce of the soul, Revealed for the first senses, the flower of fragrant Innocence! Shame And shame on my silver gray hair! What Mizgir is guilty of, say! Bermyata Make him marry the offended girl! Murash Make her pray for forgiveness At her feet, and if he doesn’t want to, Then punish with your thunder. Tsar Mizgir, Do you want to atone for sin, Kupava Understand as a wife? Misgir Mizgir's bride is the Snow Maiden. Bermyat You can make him, Wise King. The Tsar Abhors coercion Free marriage. Murash Don't let him swear, Abuser! Ask Kupava first, if she wants it herself? Tsar Kupava! Kupava The great king, Kupava is looking for love. I want to love, but how will you love him? Offended, his heart is broken; Only hatred for him to the grave will be In my chest. I don’t need him. King Honest people, worthy of the death penalty His wine; but in our code of the Bloody there are no laws, let the gods Execute him as he transgressed, And we condemn Mizgir by the people's court For eternal exile. Go away from us, criminal, desecration of the fervor of trusting love, Inspired by nature and the gods. Drive him away from every door, From every dwelling where the traditions of honest old people are sacred! Drive him into the desert, into the forest! Beasts - Comrades after your heart; Animal heart with beasts, mother, Misgir! Misgir I will not utter a word in defense; But if you, the great king, saw the Snow Maiden ... The people of the Snow Maiden are coming! Snegurochka enters, followed by Bobyl and Bobylikha, richly dressed in a large horned puss. The fifth phenomenon Tsar Berendey, Bermyata, Beautiful Elena, Kupava, Murash, Lel, Mizgir, Snegurochka, Bobyl, Bobylikha, royal youths, people. Snegurochka (looking around the palace) What space, how pure everything is, rich! Look, mother! Azure flower - Zhivekhonek. (Sits on the floor and examines the flower on the pole.) Bobylikha Yes, you would bow Ahead of everything! And they will bow to us, After all, we are also not the last. (Nudges the Snow Maiden with his elbow and speaks softly.) Are they looking at a kick? Snow Maiden Marvel, look. Bobylikha Well, bow down! Snow Maiden I forgot, do not exact! Well, hello, honest berendeys! Bobylikha Boyaryns are standing, look! And kiki Easier, tea, mine? Snow Maiden Your horns. Bobylikha Well, that's the same, let them look and dry With envy! Snow Maiden (pointing to the king) And who is this? The caftan is Patterned, the binding is golden And the gray beard is waist-deep. Bobylikha Yes, this is the king. Snow Maiden Ah! Mom, the Snow Maiden was scared. Let's go free. Bobyl Well, with good mind what a speech she said! For the first time, Bakula Bobyl had to admire the royal chambers, And go out! What bondage we are! Let's fight until they drive. Bobylikha You are an ignoramus! You gaze, mouth open, On the sides, and father, the great Wise Tsar, wonders: what a fool She ran into the high mansion, Uninvited. You are a village, a village! Come to him, do not be afraid, he will not bite Yes, bow lower! Snow Maiden (going up to the king, bows) Hello, king! Tsar (takes her hand) Mighty nature is full of miracles! Scattering her gifts abundantly, Bizarrely she plays: throw In a swamp, in a forgotten corner Under a bush, a pearl spring flower, Thoughtfully bowed lily of the valley, splashes On its whiteness with the cold dust of Silver dew, - and the flower breathes The elusive scent of spring, Charming sight and smell. Snow Maiden It's a pity that the lilies of the valley have faded so soon! If you had said that you love them, then I would have long ago used a bunch of pickles for you, Nice ones. Not every place knows, And I am in the forest, as at home; If you want, Come with me, I will show you the place. Tsar I do not cry that the flowers have withered, Such a flower blooms in front of my eyes, That I look, I look, and I don’t believe, - In a dream, do you see a flower in front of me? The Snow Maiden looks at everyone with a contented look and is amazed. Her beauty will help us, Bermyata, Yarilin soften our anger. What a sacrifice Prepares for him! At the meeting of the Sun Let's hand it over to a happy spouse. Snegurochka, your time has come: Look for a friend according to your heart! Snow Maiden Where to look for him, I do not know. The King of the Heart will say. Snow Maiden My heart is silent. Tsar (taking Snegurochka away) Don't be ashamed! Enduring years equate an old man with a maiden. Shyness is out of place Before old dull eyes. Open up to me: for whom at times do you wait for the evening On a shaky porch? Whom in the distance, covering your eyes with a pen, Are you looking for a ruddy dawn on the canvas? Whom do you scold for slowness, to whom do you send a smile and joy, And a stream tears, and curses, and a kiss? Who, tell me, girl! Snow Maiden Nobody. Bermyata Great tsar, she does not know love. Tsar With her beauty of love not to know, Bermyata? I don’t believe. Such miracles have not been heard in the world. Nature has invariably set the time for love for all. I don’t believe. But if it is true, how can you not be angry with the giver of warmth? Let us redouble our efforts to correct the involuntary sin. Are you out of the Berendeys? No one will answer my call? Which of you is the Snow Maiden prettier? Who can kindle an infant soul in her with the Desire of love, tell me! Bobyl tried a lot, but wasted their efforts. Bobylikha There were a lot And crying and dancing, but no sense came out of a hair. Tsar Berendeya, Whichever of you manages to captivate the Snow Maiden with love before dawn, that From the hands of the king, with a great reward, Will take her, and the best guest will be At the royal tables at feasts, At the Yarila holiday. Bermyats Great Tsar, They are silent. Tsar (Elena) Beautiful Elena, I want to ask you, women, better You know the affairs of the heart: Oh, that courage has not become at all In the hearts of men, those speeches, Captivatingly crafty, bold eyes, Which are irresistibly true, Happened, Have we seduced girls and wives? Beautiful Elena, point out, Whom to choose from among the young Berendeys, Able to accomplish the desired feat? Beautiful Helena Great Tsar, bashfulness observing Ordinary, I could, of course, with Ignorance dissuade; but the Desire to serve for the benefit of the general Shyness commands to sacrifice. Of the blooming youths, Berendeys, Known to me, only one can instill love in a girl, the heart of wives To shake, even if our loyalty is strong as steel - and this is Lel. King What an honor to you, shepherd. Lel Not for me, Great Tsar, but for the Sun such an honor befits. Cherished izmlada It me - taught songs to sing; His warmth in my speeches, - and listen to the girls hunt Lelya's speech. Its warmth is in my blood and in my heart, And glowing in my face with a swarthy blush, And glows with spring sweet bliss From my eyes. Snegurochka, let's go We'll wind wreaths with me, we'll meet the dawn and the sun rise! Look into her eyes! She will love By the dawn of the day, - me or another, the Snow Maiden will love by all means, Believe me. And poor shepherd boy, Curly Lel, for the sake of the sun-god And the bright king, will help her! Misgir Great Tsar, postpone my exile, - The fire of my love will kindle the Snow Maiden's untouched heart. I swear to you by the great gods, the Snow Maiden will be my wife, And if not, let the Tsar's Law and the terrible wrath of the gods punish me! Tsar Mizgir and Lel, with your promise to Pokoen, I will happily meet Yarilin's day. In the evening dawn, In my reserved forest, today We will save ourselves for games and songs. The short night passes imperceptibly, At a pink dawn, in a green wreath, Among his jubilant children The happy king will go to meet the Sun. People Long live the wise, Great Berendey, Lord of silver, Father of his land! For the happiness of the people, you keep Gods, And freedom reigns Under your scepter! Everyone leaves. Third Act Persons: Tsar Berendey. Bermyata. Elena the beautiful. Snow Maiden. Bobyl. Bobylikha. Misgir. Lel. Murash. Kupava. Radushka. Malusha. Brusilo. Smoking room. Goblin. Buffoons, whistlers, bagels, the king's retinue and the people. A spacious clearing in the forest; on the right and on the left a solid forest with a wall; in front of the forest, on both sides, there are low bushes. In the distance, between the bushes, one can see rich tents. The evening dawn is dying out. Phenomenon one Young berendei drive in circles; one circle is closer to the audience, the other is at a distance. Girls and guys in wreaths. Old men and women sit in small groups under the bushes and treat themselves to homemade mash and gingerbread. In the first circle go: Kupava, Radushka, Malusha, Brusilo, Kurilka, in the middle of the circle Lel and Snegurochka. Misgir, not taking part in the games, is shown between the people, then goes into the forest. The boby dances to the bagpipes. Bobylikha. Murash and several of their neighbors are sitting under a circle and drinking beer. The king and his retinue look from afar at the players. Girls and boys (driving circles, singing) Ay, in the field there is a liponka, Under a linden tree there is a white tent, In that tent there is a table, At that table there is a girl. She picked flowers from the grass, Wove a wreath from a yacht. Who should wear a wreath? Wearing a wreath for a sweetheart. The Snow Maiden puts a wreath on Lelya. The circle diverges, everyone looks at Bobyl, who is dancing to the bagpipes. Bobylikha (treating Murash) Welcome! And ours is not a penny's sherbata - and we got lost. Murash No refusal. Treat your husband! He's worn out - at least he'll take away his soul. The boby stops dancing. Bobylikha (serving Bobyl a jug of beer) At the holidays, Bakul is the hardest of all, Trouble is up to his throat: he dances, dances, He hopes, and does not lag behind. Greedy Before dancing. It's a pity to watch, really! Look at that, he will die when from the bait, Doplyashetsya. Murash Diligent man. Tsar (passes between the walkers.) Merry festivities! Joy to my heart To look at you. Play, have fun Drive worries away: for care It's time. The people are magnanimous. Great in everything, - he will not interfere with idleness; work, work so, dance and sing - so much, until I drop. Looking at you with a reasonable eye, you will say that you are an honest and kind people; for Only the kind and honest are capable of singing so loudly and dancing so bravely. Thank you for singing and dancing! Already amuse yourself, so amuse yourself! (To buffoons.) Dance, Tumble, break, fools! The buffoons are dancing. The dawn is clear and the morning will be clear. A cheerful day is passing away, the last rays of dawn are burning out, higher and higher are the crimson light; the darkness Cling to the branches and growing, Chasing the ruddy gleam of the dawn, And soon the night in the growing forest With the tops of the trees will be on a level. It's time to go to the tents, in the circle of merry guests. End the day and meet a new one. Sing the last song, handsome Lel! Lel (singing) A cloud conspired with thunder: You, thunder, sins, and I will pour rain, Let's sprinkle the earth with spring rain! That is how the flowers will rejoice! The girls will go out for berries, The guys will follow them. Lel, my Lel! Lely-lely, Lel! In the grove, the girlfriends scattered apart, Some in the bushes, some in the fir-tree. They took the berries, went around, Sweet girlfriend is not there. All the girls burst into tears: Wasn't a wolf eating our girlfriend? Lel, my Lel! Lely-lely, Lel! The girls met a stranger, a stranger, A stranger, a stranger, an old old man: Silly girls, you've gone crazy, What a joy to you to haunt, What kind of profit is she to respond to? You would have rummaged through the bushes. Lel, my Lel! Lely-lely, Lel! The cloud conspired with thunder: You, thunder, sin, and I will pour rain, Let's sprinkle the earth with spring rain! That's why the flowers will rejoice. Soak the girls buttocks, Soak them, and dry them. Lel, my Lel! Lely-lely, Lel! Tsar Thank you, Lel! Ladies, do not be ashamed! I don’t believe. Well, it’s quite a matter of losing a girlfriend in the frequent bushes! You have amused the Tsarev's heart, Lel. Sweat some more! In the circle of bashful girlfriends Choose a beautiful girl, Lead to me, and, for everyone to see, Let her reward the Singer of Love with a hot kiss for the song. Lel goes to the girls. Snow Maiden (quietly, Lelyu) Take me! Lel Izvol. Come to the side! The girl's circle cannot be avoided, For the sake of appearance though. Why offend them! The Snow Maiden walks away, looks merrily, recovers and looks up. Lel takes Kupava, brings him to the king and kisses him. The Snow Maiden runs away in tears into the bushes. Tsar Warmth penetrated to the old man's heart A distinct and sonorous kiss, - As if I had drunk a weighty cup of Standing intoxicated honey. And by the way, I remembered about hops. Time To go to the tables, Beautiful Elena, And to pay honor to the intoxication. His delights And old age are available. Let's hurry! Wish you some fun kids! (Leaves with Bermata and Beautiful Helen.) Some Berendeys, including Lel, leave for the tsar. Brusilo Everything Lel and Lel! He is so happy! And why are we not great? No worse We can dance and sing. Radushka And Kupava What is such an honor about? Beauties, Not her match, there is between us. Smoking-room Here we will prove it to him, only if you dare and want to. Brusilo Let us prove, Let us dare, let us play our Game in front of the people, that for two years they taught Tishko from everyone, burying themselves in barns. (Sings a song, and the Smoking-room represents a beaver.) A beaver bathed, Bathed in black On a fast river. Ay, lely-lely! I didn't bathe, I just got dirty. I fell out in the mud. Ay, leli-leli! He entered the hill, dust himself off, ohorashivalsya. Ay, leli-leli! Looked around, Will anyone find it, will not find what? Ay, leli-leli! Hunters are whistling, Dogs are prowling, Chern is looking for a beaver. Ay, leli-leli! They want to sew a fur coat, to fluff them down with a beaver, to give girls to them. Ay, leli-leli! The girls are black-browed, They have new fur coats, The edges are beavers. Ay, leli-leli! (He stops singing.) Isn't it okay, is it sung? Smoking room Oh yes we are! Radushka You can see we put up with you guys. You guys are not worse than others. Let Lel know, and we will prove to him that the guys do not run around us. I would be glad to Hug when and Radushka, but it's too late; She has a friend, he and kisses from Radushka. Malusha Malusheny Smoking room. Brusilo (hugging Radushka) Nice life. Smoking room (hugging Malusha) What is better: There is a girlfriend, so the heart is at home. Brothers, let's go look at the royal tents. Everyone leaves - the guys with the girls, Kupava with Murash, Bobyl and Bobylikha. The Snow Maiden comes out of the bushes, Lel from the opposite side. The second phenomenon Lel, Snow Maiden. Lel Where did she go, disappeared? Kupavushka! Isn't she? (Approaches the Snow Maiden.) No, the Snow Maiden is alone in tears. What are you yearning for? The girls are having fun, Throughout the forest, a cheerful hum goes on: Now songs, then ringing laughter, then cooing whisper, then timidity and happiness A short sigh, abrupt. And you are alone in tears. Snegurochka Don't you feel sorry for the orphan to offend like that? Lel I don’t know what kind of offense you found. Snow Maiden How? Beautiful Snow Maiden or not? Lel Beauty. Snow Maiden And you take Kupava, Lead to the king, kiss. Is Snow Maiden Kupava better? Here is an offense, Which cannot be forgotten. LEL (hugging Snegurochka) Why be angry, Snegurochka? A kiss is not dear. With all honest people, secretly It is more valuable and sweeter. Snow Maiden I do not believe. It’s not easy for me to kiss furtively. Just think, when will you wait now, So that the king ordered of all the beautiful girls to be put on display! Lel Not long to wait for you. Snow Maiden Again you will deceive, Again you will take another. LEL How can it be? If you take you, others will be offended; To take another, to offend you. Soon Ruddy dawn will break, The people with the king will go to meet the Sun. And I go ahead and sing with a friend. Whom to take? Do not know. Snow Maiden Good-looking Lel, take me! Lel the Other She will not regret her soul for this honor. Snow Maiden Whatever you want, the Snow Maiden will give everything in the world. Lel Let's see. Snegurochka Pretty, pretty, take it. Lel. Obviously, take it. Snow Maiden Pretty, listen! If you want your heart not to hurt Poor Snow Maiden, stop running around with other Girls! You caress them, but my heart hurts, You kiss them, and I look and cry. Lel You can't live without affection for a shepherd boy! He does not plow, he does not sow; from an early age In the sun rolls; Spring cherishes him and the breeze caresses. And the shepherd basks in free will. One thing in my mind: maiden affection, only And you think about her. Snow Maiden Caress me, Kiss me, Pretty! Let them see that I am your girlfriend. Bitterly, it hurts Alone to wander! They look like a stranger Both girls and boys. I’d go to see the tsar’s tables, and with whom? Girlfriends all with friends, look askance, Avoid: leave me alone, they say, do not bother! To go with old women and with old people - They will finish with mockery and abuse. To go alone, it's so scary. Be your friend, Nice one! Lel Itself is to blame, I loved you a lot, combustible Many tears secretly shed. Snegurochka Still stupid - forgive me, handsome Lel! Lel Would you caress me at least with a word, and you would enslave Me forever and take away my will. Snow Maiden Don't remember the old, Lel is handsome! Love me a little, wait - the Snow Maiden will love you herself. Take me to watch the tents of the king And meet the sun with a girlfriend! Pretty, pretty, take it! Lel Wait for me, I'll take it. I'll go to the guys, I haven't dined yet, I'll just be back. (Runs away) The third phenomenon Snegurochka, then Mizgir Snegurochka What a pleasure! Here's a joy! Not among the people, In a dense crowd, from behind someone else's back, the Snow Maiden will look at the holiday, - She will go forward. Both the king and the people will say: Look for such a couple! (Takes off the wreath.) The wreath is withered; the next morning you need a new one Weave yourself from thin flexible branches; I will weave there cornflower flowers. (Sings in thoughtfulness.) Ah, cornflower flowers! Mizgir comes out. Misgir Snegurochka, I've been looking for you for a long time. (Takes her hand.) Snegurochka (frightened) Oh, no. Go away! Do not. Misgir I will not leave Your hand, while in pleading and groaning I will not tell you how my heart aches, What longing my soul is sick. Until now she did not know the love of suffering, Joy is only known to her; but my heart was accustomed to Order, it did not beg, It did not cry. Before you In tears it is not a boy who is proud of his spirit Humbles himself. Hitherto I have not cried And I didn’t even spend a lot of words, - I only beckoned the girls with my Hand to share love And I threw gold for caresses; now I have broken under the yoke of burning passion And shed tears. Look, a proud man is kneeling before the girl. (Falls to her knees.) Snegurochka Why, why? Get up, Misgir! Mizgir Will you love, will you love me, tell me! Snow Maiden Oh no! Your words are frightening, tears are terrible; I'm afraid of something with you. Go away! Leave me, please! Let me go! You are kind, Why scare the Snow Maiden? (He tries to pull his hand away.) Misgir Wait! That I am terrible is true. Not in vain did Ruddy shame cut my face in stripes; You will pay for the bitterness of humiliation. Snegurochka Oh, if everything is like this. Love among the people, I don’t want, I won’t love. Misgir Let's look for the means to achieve the Desired by free will. Snegurochka, near the island of Gurmyz, Where the warm raging sea Foam is pouring on the stones of the coastal rocks, Divers are launched without fear. I tried, I waited for good luck; he gave a great price For the life of people and sent to the bottom For pearls nimble divers, And he brought me one such grain, Which is not in the crowns of the kings, Nor the queens in wide necklaces. You cannot buy it; half a kingdom is the Pearl. Take turns? - Things equal You can't pick up. The price is equal to him, Snegurochka, one love is yours. Change, take priceless pearls, And give me love. Snow Maiden Leave the priceless pearl for yourself; I value my love inexpensively, but I will not sell: I am exchanging love for love, But not with you, Misgir. Misgir You will give it for free. Enough words, enough convictions! Throw the wreath, maiden! You are a wife, Snow Maiden. I swore by the gods Before the king, and I fulfill the oath. Snow Maiden Leave! Let me go! Run, save the Snow Maiden, Good-looking Lel! Misgir Oh! If Lel ... will take Mizgir first, that the shepherd wants to take. Goblin hugs Mizgir from behind; The Snow Maiden breaks free and runs through the clearing. Goblin turns around with a stump. Misgir wants to run after Snegurochka - a forest rises from the ground between him and her. The ghost of the Snow Maiden appears to the side. Misgir runs to him - the ghost disappears, in its place is a stump with two adhered, glowing like eyes, fireflies. I'm a madman, intoxicated with love, I took a dry stump for a cute image, Cold shine of green fireflies - For the bright Snow Maiden eyes. The ghost of the Snow Maiden appears from the forest and beckons Mizgir. Bushes and branches of trees take on changing fantastic images. Misgir runs after the ghost. Goblin Brody all night for a ghost running! Catch your dream come true! Only a bright day will dispel your dreams. (Exit.) The glade is returning to its former form. Lel comes out, followed by the Beautiful Elena. The fourth phenomenon Lel, Beautiful Elena. Beautiful Elena Captivating shepherd, where are you striving? A sweet look, turn back! Lel Beautiful Elena! Beautiful Elena You are amazed. That I am wandering alone in the forest at a late hour? Good-looking Lel, I was attracted by the singing of the Singer of Spring; the thundering nightingale, flying from bush to bush, beckons Opened for hobbies heart And further into the forest dangerous lures Beautiful Elena. Lel Not far from the royal tent you wander. Come back to him in an open clearing! There is no danger. Beautiful Elena Angry shepherd! You don’t want Beautiful Elena In a dense shady forest to lead a Cozy path. Lel as an escort I would go, but my heart is not in place: I lost the whole flock in the partying, Now I am looking for the bushes of the sheep. Beautiful Elena By the bushes? Nasty, the heart feels, What kind of lamb you catch in the forest. Oh, poor lamb, hide further! Will find Lel and a network of flattering speech Confuse in the same attack. Into which he introduced the Beautiful Elena. You made the unfortunate woman jealous Follow you in sad thoughts: How harmful it is to trust you, shepherds. Lel Hurry to the tents, Beautiful Elena! Your absence will soon be noticed. Beautiful Elena Ah, dear Lel, I'm afraid! Lel What, Elena the Beautiful, are you afraid of? Beautiful Elena (snuggling up to Lel) Ah, Lel, I'm afraid of everything. Look, in the bushes flicker And glow with a double, like candles, The eyes of the wolves are bloody. But on a tree hung like a cat, a goblin, - Squinting his eyes and sticking out his tongue, Tries to make a stranglehold. And there is another - for a joke Shaggy paw in a thorny bush thrusting, Squinting, waiting to break the queen And make a hole in it where it is not necessary. I'm afraid of everything, and the light and darkness, I am afraid of both the beast and the man, And the devil, the evil prankster. Only Lel Prigogue, closing my eyes, without fear of the Cold, I entrust myself. (Close up, lie down on Lelu's chest.) Sweet In your arms, lie and fall. Bermyata enters. Lel hands him the Beautiful Elena and leaves. But the flame of my feelings does not ignite Fire in Lel's chest! The fifth phenomenon Elena the Beautiful, Bermyaga. Bermyata Lel is handsome Runs from the flame of your love. Beautiful Elena What a blow! Bermyats I will not be surprised and amazed; beautiful wife Not for the first time I see in someone else's arms. Come with me! In the forest at night at night And whoever meets, so everything is more decent with her husband Wandering you than with Lel. Beautiful Elena Dear husband, Robber Lel doubles your wife's affection for you. His act convinces the Beautiful Elena, That the young men are all brazenly heartless, But husbands are both sweet and kind. Leave. Lel enters, the Snow Maiden comes out of the bushes. The sixth phenomenon Lel and the Snow Maiden. Snegurochka I told, and I wait for you; ordered, and I wait. Let's go to the king! And I wove a new wreath for myself, look. Good-looking Lel, Take it with you! Let's hug! Stronger I'll snuggle up to you out of fear. I tremble, Misgir scares me: he seeks, catches. And what he said, listen! That the Snow Maiden is His wife. Well, it’s just a matter of fact: is the Snow Maiden a wife? What an awkward word! Lel (seeing Kupava running) Are we to be expected here? Isn't it over there, look! Snow Maiden Is it here or there, After all, you are with me. What else? Lel Podpasok Runs here secretly a word Say with me. Wait over there! Snow Maiden Please! (Goes to the other side into the bushes.) Kupava comes running. The seventh phenomenon Lel, Kupava, Snow Maiden. Kupava Forcibly I found you, longed-for, Heart friend, dear gray-winged! Not in the eyes, no, not kissing the cheeks, - At your feet, lie, dear gray-winged, At your feet should lie Kupava. Lel Enough! Flies fly and cling to the honeycomb, A leaf to the water, a bee clings to a flower - To Kupava Lel. Kupava Blue-winged darling! Warmth my heart, grateful I will stay with you forever; You from shame, From the burning needles of mockery and obedience to Kupava saved girlish pride. With all the honest people with a kiss He made me, forgotten, equal to everyone. Lel Yes, didn't I know what kind of heart I would buy myself, kissing you. If the stupid little shepherd boy has no Reason, so with a prophetic heart he will find his Girlfriend. Kupava Girlfriend? No, the dog. Mani me when you want to caress, Drive and beat me if I get tired of the caress. I will leave without complaint, only with a tearful glance I will tell you that I, they say, will come again when you beckon. Lel Joy of my Soul, Kupava, an orphan I walked off my gulba-freedom. The victorious head swayed To the lovely hands, the eyes were delighted To the lovely eyes, the heart was bending To the warm shelter. Kupava Lel is handsome, How long is your love, I do not know; My love until the last century and until the last hour, dear gray-winged! Lel Let's go soon! The shadows of the night grow pale. Look, the dawn is a barely visible strip Cuts through the eastern sky edge, It grows, clearer, widening. It is the day that woke up and opens the eyelids of the Luminous eyes. Let's go to! It's time to meet the rising of the Yaril-Sun. Proudly In front of the crowd, Lel will show her beloved girlfriend to the Sun. The Snow Maiden runs out of the bushes. Snow Maiden Stop! Deceiver Lel, why did I wait, Wove a wreath? After all, not so that afterwards Moisten it with tears. You would have said so then: Snow Maiden, whip, Weave a wreath and cry, shed tears On every leaf, on every petal! And you beckoned. Kupava Snegurochka, how can you meet the rising of the Yaril-Sun? When we meet him, life is power, The fire of love burns in our eyes, Love and life are the gifts of the Yaril-Sun; His gifts to him are brought by virgins and young men; and you weaved a wreath, put on beads on your neck, combed your hair, I was invited - and the zapon, and the cats of Novyekhonka, - you have only one concern, Like a stupid child, to admire Your outfit and run ahead, to become a little further away, - spin around in the eyes of people And brag about new clothes. Snow Maiden Kupava, Razluchnitsa! This is your word; You yourself called me a homeless woman, You yourself are separating me from Lel. Lel Snegurochka, listen more often to Hot Kupava's speeches! Time To find out to you how the heart speaks, When it lights up with love. Learn to love from her and know that Lelia does not need childish love. Goodbye! (Runs away with Kupava.) Snegurochka Deceived, offended, killed Snegurochka. Oh mother, Vesna-Red! I run to you with a complaint and a request: I ask for love, I want to love! Give the Snow Maiden a girl's heart, mom! Give love or take my life! (Runs away.) Act 4 Persons: Tsar Berendey. Snow Maiden. Misgir. Lel. Spring-Red. All the berendeys, Spring's retinue, flowers. Yarilina Valley: to the left (from the audience) a sloping slope covered with low bushes; on the right is a continuous forest; deep in the lake, overgrown with sedge and aquatic plants with luxurious flowers; flowering bushes with branches hanging over the water along the banks; on the right side of the lake there is a bare Yarilina mountain, which ends with a sharp peak. Morning dawn. The first phenomenon The ghost of the Snow Maiden rushes, barely touching the ground. Misgir follows him. Misgir All night long a cute image flashes in my eyes. Snegurochka, wait a moment. (Runs off into the forest after the ghost) The Snow Maiden descends from the mountain. The second phenomenon Snow Maiden, then Spring. Snow Maiden (addressing the lake) Darling, in tears of longing and grief The abandoned daughter is calling you. Come from the still waters - to hear the groans And complaints of your Snow Maiden. Spring rises from the lake, surrounded by flowers. Spring Snow Maiden, my child, what are your prayers for? With great gifts I can comfort you at parting. Spring spends the last hour with you, With the dawn of the day the god Yarilo enters into his rights and begins the summer. (Approaches the Snow Maiden.) What are you missing? Snow Maiden of Love! Around me everyone loves, everyone is happy And joyful, but I alone yearn; I envy someone else's happiness, mom. I want to love - but I don't know the words of love, And there is no feeling in my chest; I will begin to caress - I will hear abuse, ridicule and reproaches For the childish shyness, for the Cold heart. Tormenting jealousy I learned, not knowing love yet. Father-Frost, and you, Spring-Red, An envious feeling, which is bad for me, In exchange for love, you have given it as an inheritance; Sleepless agonizing nights And meeting the day without joy was put in the dowry for the daughter. Today, Washing my face on a cold key, I looked into the mirror streams And I see my face in them in tears, Crumpled by the melancholy of a sleepless night. And I am afraid: my beauty will fade Without joy. Oh mom, give me love! I ask for love, for a girl's love! Spring Daughter, you have forgotten your father's salvation. Love will be your death. Snegurochka Mom, May I die, one moment of love is dearer to me than years of melancholy and tears. Spring Please, child, - I am ready to share love; inexhaustible spring of Love forces in my flower wreath. Take it off! Sit closer to me! Spring settles on the grass. The Snow Maiden is next to her. Flowers surround them. Look, child, what a combination of Flowers and herbs, what an overflow of Color play and pleasant smells! One flower, which you do not take, Awakening your soul to slumber, Will ignite in you one of the new feelings, Unknown to you, - one desire, Pleasing for a young heart, And all together, in one fragrant wreath, Weaving motley, merging aromas Into one stream, - all feelings will ignite at once, And the blood will flash, and the eyes will light up, The face will be painted with a living blush playing, - and the bosom will swell The maiden love you desire. Dawn of spring, fragrant color Your whiteness doin ', White lily of the valley, pure lily of the valley Illuminate with languid bliss. The arrogance of lordly scarlet velvet Will fill your lips, A small flower will give a smile - Forget-me-not-beauty. A rose will glow like a rose On the chest and on the shoulders, Vasilechek will turn blue And enlighten in the eyes. Porridge honey will pour from the lips with the Charm of the mind, Imperceptibly the sticky Sandman will make its way Into the soul. Mack will daze the heart, Mack will lull the mind. Lanita hops will rouge And dizzy. (Puts a wreath on Snegurochka's head.) Snegurochka Oh, mom, what's wrong with me? What beauty the Green Forest has dressed! You can't stop looking at the shores And the lake. The water beckons, the bushes are calling me Under their shade; and heaven, mother, heaven! The dawn spills in quick waves Swaying. Spring Snow Maiden, goodbye, my Child! Your soul is filled with a love aroma. The seething Delight of passions will seize you soon; The beauty of the meadows and the mirror-like lake Until then you admire until the eyes of the young man are fixed. Then only you will fully recognize the power And the power of love over the heart. From the first meeting of the Lucky Man, you give love to whoever you meet. But, joy, daughter, Tai love from the eyes of the Yaril-Sun, Hurry home, do not hesitate: do not admire the Crimson streams of dawn, - The tops of the mountains were covered with gilding, And soon the king of lights will illuminate the earth. Run home by forest paths In the shade of bushes and avoiding meeting; A premonition disturbs my heart. Goodbye, child, goodbye, And do not forget your mother's advice. (Sinks into the lake.) Snow Maiden What a treasure I keep In my chest. As a child, the Snow Maiden ran into the green forest - she comes out as a Maid with a happy soul, full of gratifying feelings and golden hopes. I will take my treasure along an unknown path; I was the only one wandering along it, the devil Protoptana between the swamp And the lake. No one walks on it, Only the goblin, for a joke, bitter drunkards Beckon on it to lead into the quagmire Without a way out. (Goes into the forest.) Mizgir comes out to meet her. The third phenomenon Snegurochka, Misgir. Misgir Snegurochka! Snow Maiden Ah, meeting! Misgir Snegurochka, my strength is weakening, I catch you all night. Stop! Are you afraid? Snow Maiden Oh no, Misgir, not with fear My soul is full. What a charm In your speeches! What a daring gaze! A high brow, a brave look And a proud posture attract, Beckon to you. For the strong - support, For the brave - the heart is looking for protection, Shy and timid. With the love of the Snow Maiden, the quivering chest will press against your chest. Misgir (embracing her) With greedy hearing I catch your words, I'm afraid to believe Bliss I, Snow Maiden. Snow Maiden Oh dear, Forgive me! I was afraid of something, Ridiculously and ashamed of myself, cherished some kind of treasure, not knowing that everything that is dear in the world Lives in just one word. This word is: Love. Misgir More joyful words, more, And there will be no measure of happiness. Snow Maiden Dear, Let me look into your face, peer into the fire of Your eyes! Listen, before I considered a girl's prettiness, Silvery fluff and tenderness of the skin For the best beauty. I don't understand, Blind, I was stupid. But how can the Beauty of girls be equated with your beauty? Immature color of a girl's delicate skin To equal a man's roughened blush? Your Snow Maiden, take your Wife into your house - I will love and undead, Catch your gaze, prevent desires. But, my dear, let's run rather quickly, hide Our love and happiness from the Sun, It threatens destruction! Run, Cover me! Ominous beams Bloody frighten me. Save, Save your Snow Maiden! Misgir Child, Save you? Your love is the salvation of the Exile. At the sunrise, Mizgir will show you to his wife, And the royal anger will be tamed, Snow Maiden (on her knees) Covenant of father and mother, oh dear, I dare not break. With a prophetic heart They sensed trouble, - to hide They told me my love from the Sun. I will die! Save my love, save my heart! Have pity on the Snow Maiden! Misgir Obedient hearts Are you accustomed to owning, accustomed to indulge a whimsical custom with Pleasures. But with my heart I'm not a boy - and love, And I know how to order: stay! Snow Maiden Not a whim, no. The Snow Maiden will perish in your hands! Misgir Leave the childish fears of Unknown misfortune! But if the trouble really comes, then we will perish together. Snow Maiden Look, look! The east is burning brighter and more terrible. Squeeze me in your arms, Clothes, shade hands From the furious rays, hide under the shade Branches bent over the lake. (Becomes under the shade of a bush.) People descend from the forest on the mountain; in front of the guslars play the harp and the shepherds on the horns, behind them the tsar with his retinue, behind the tsar, in pairs, grooms and brides in festive clothes, then all the berendei. Having descended into the valley, the people are divided into two sides. The fourth phenomenon Snegurochka, Misgir, Tsar Berendeya, Lel and all the people. Everyone looks to the east expectantly and sings at the first rays of the sun. General chorus One side: And we sowed millet, sowed, Oh Did-Lado, sowed, sowed. The other side: And we trample millet, trample, Oh Did-Lado, trample, trample. 1st: And how do you trample, trample, Oh Did-Lado, trample, trample? 2nd: And we will release the horses, release, Oh Did-Lado, we will take, we will take. 1st: And we will take the horses, we will take it, Oh Did-Lado, we will take it, we will take it. 2nd: And we will redeem the horses, redeem, Oh Did-Lado, redeem, redeem. 1st: And what can you buy, buy, Oh Did-Lado, buy, buy? 2nd: And we will give a damsel, a damsel, Oh Did-Lado, a damsel, a damsel. 1st: And our regiment arrived, arrived, Oh Did-Lado, arrived, arrived. 2nd: And our regiment departed, departed, Oh Did-Lado, departed, departed. As you sing, both sides approach each other in slow steps to match the song. At the end of the song, the grooms take the brides and bow to the king. King May your union be blessed with Abundance and happiness! Live in wealth and joy until your last Years in the family of children and grandchildren! Sadly I look at the people's celebration: angry Yarilo does not seem, and the bald peak of his Mountain is covered with clouds. Unkind promises Yarilin's anger: Cold mornings and dry winds, Medvyanyh was growing unprofitable spoilage, Incomplete filling of grain grains, Rainy harvesting - crop failures, And early autumn frosts, A difficult year and the granaries are impoverished. Misgir (leading Snegurochka to the Tsar) Great Tsar, your desire was my Law, and I fulfilled it: Bless Snegurochka for marriage, Forgive my guilt and anger at the mercy of Change! Voices from the people Oh, miracle, the Snow Maiden fell in love with. Tsar Hunting, maiden Snegurochka, do you entrust your fiance with your fate? With your hand together Do you give love to him? Snow Maiden O king! Ask me a hundred times, a hundred times I will answer that I love him. In a pale morning I opened my love to the chosen one and threw myself into my arms. With the brilliance of the day now, with all the people, In your eyes, the great Berendey, I am ready for the bridegroom and speech, And those caresses first repeat. A bright ray of the sun cuts the morning fog and falls on the Snow Maiden. But what about me: Bliss or death? What a delight! What feelings of languor! Oh Mother Spring, thank you for the joy, For the sweet gift of love! What bliss is languishing in me! O Lel, In your ears are your enchanting songs, In the eyes there is fire ... and in the heart ... and in the blood In all the fire. Love and melt, melt From the sweet feelings of love! Goodbye all Girlfriends, goodbye groom! Oh dear, the last look of the Snow Maiden to you. (Melts.) Misgir Snegurochka, deceiver, live, Love me! The Snow Maiden was not lying like a ghost in hot arms: It was warm; and I sensed in my heart, As a human heart trembled in her. Love and fear in her soul fought, She prayed to flee from the daylight. I did not listen to the prayers - and before me Like the spring snow she melted. Snow Maiden, you are not a deceiver: I will be deceived by the gods; this is a joke of cruel fate. But if the gods are Deceivers - it is not worth living in the world! (Escapes to Yarilina Mountain and throws herself into the lake.) The King of the Snow Maiden sad death And the terrible death of Mizgir They cannot disturb us; The sun knows Whom to punish and pardon. True judgment is over! Frost begotten - Cold Snow Maiden died. For fifteen years she lived between us, For fifteen years the Sun was angry with us. Now, with her miraculous passing, Frost's Intervention has ceased. Let's drive out the last trail of cold From our souls and turn to the Sun. And I believe it will look with welcome At the devotion of the humble Berendei. Cheerful Lel, sing Yarila a song of praise, and we will stick to you. Scorching God, we glorify you with the whole world! The shepherd and the king are calling you, come! Lel (sings) Light and power, God Yarilo. The Red Sun is ours! You are not more beautiful in the world. Common choir Light and strength, God Yarilo. The Red Sun is ours! You are not more beautiful in the world. At the top of the mountain the fog dissipates for a few moments, Yarilo appears in the form of a young guy in white clothes, in his right hand a glowing human head, in his left - a sheaf of rye. At a sign from the king, the servants carry whole roasted bulls and rams with gilded horns, barrels and valleys with beer and honey, various dishes and all the accessories of the feast. Chorus (singing) Grant, god of light, Warm summer. The Red Sun is ours! You are not more beautiful in the world. Krasnopogodnoye, Summer is grain-growing. The Red Sun is ours! You are not more beautiful in the world. 1873 year

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Alexander Nikolaevich Ostrovsky
Snow Maiden
A Spring Tale in four acts with a prologue

Spring fairy tale "Snow Maiden"

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

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

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

Nature appeared before him in bright variety, changing her clothes. He watched her rebirth, lush bloom and wilting.

He also had his favorite places here.

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

On the wide river Meru, which flows into the Volga, he rode out with a seine.

It was a great pleasure for the writer to walk through the surrounding villages, forest tracts and glades.

He often went to the grove with the strange name "Pig's Forest". Century birches grew in this grove.

Alexander Nikolaevich descended from the mountain on which the estate is located, to the old channel of the Kuekshi River and walked along a wide valley, which served as a place for festive games and entertainment for the surrounding youth. There is a small spring in the upper part of this sloping valley. In the days of Ostrovsky, a fair was held here every spring, which gathered crowds of people.

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

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

Ostrovsky also had other places he liked.

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

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

They were most vividly reflected in the spring fairy tale The Snow Maiden (1873). The basis of this poetic work was made up of folk tales, legends and legends, ceremonies and customs, sayings and songs, with which the writer got acquainted from childhood. He blossomed the folk fantasy with the bright colors of his own invention, saturated the work with subtle humor and inserted the images of his fairy tale into the frame of the picturesque nature of Shchelykov.

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

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

The playwright begins his tale with the meeting of Frost and Spring on Krasnaya Gorka.

The builder of ice palaces, the master and lord of blizzards and blizzards, Frost is a poetic embodiment of winter, cold, chilling nature. Spring-Red, accompanied by birds, is a warm breath and light that penetrates into the kingdom of winter, the personification of all fertilizing power, a symbol of awakening life.

The Snow Maiden is a wonderful child of Frost and Spring. There is a coldness in her soul - the harsh legacy of her father, but life-giving forces are also in her, bringing her closer to her mother in Spring.

Frost and Vesna gave Snegurochka, when she was 15 years old, to the village beyond the river Berendey Posad, the capital of Tsar Berendey. And so Ostrovsky draws before us the kingdom of the happy Berendeys.

What prompted the poet to create an image of the fabulous Berendey kingdom?

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

Russian village life, ancient rituals and customs, folk types, which Ostrovsky admired in Shchelykovo, helped him to recreate the look of merry Berendeys.

A remarkable feature of Ostrovsky's fairy tale is that it is fantastic and at the same time true, that in its conventional, bizarre images, the deep truth of human feelings is clearly seen.

Ostrovsky embodied in the Berendey Kingdom the people's dream of a fabulous country where peaceful labor, justice, art and beauty rule, where people are free, happy and cheerful.

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

Berendey also loves fun. His close boyar Bermyata is a joker and witty, to whom the tsar entrusts the organization of folk amusements and games.

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

King Berendey, addressing the singing and dancing Berendey, says:

The people are generous
Great in everything: to interfere with idleness
He will not - to work so hard,
Dance and sing - so much, until I drop.
Looking at you with a reasonable eye, you will say
That you are an honest and kind people, for
Only the kind and honest are capable of
Sing so loud and dance so bravely.

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

Berendei are distinguished by strong moral foundations. They highly respect love. For them, love is an expression of the best feelings of a person, his service to beauty.

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

Can't stand coercion
Free marriage.

For the Berendei, love is inseparable from fidelity. Slobozhanin Murash claims:

I have lived for a long time, and the old order
They are well known to me. Berendei,
Loved by the gods, they lived honestly.
Without fear, we instructed the guy to the daughter,
A wreath for us is a guarantee of their love
And loyalty to death. And never
The wreath was not desecrated by treason,
And the girls knew no deception,
They did not know the insult.

Fidelity to this word is valued above all by the Berendei.

Misgir, a merchant from the tsarist settlement, has not yet married Kupava, but, having promised to exchange wreaths on Yarilin's day, he thereby forever tied his fate with her. And when, carried away by the beauty of the Snow Maiden, he broke his word, in the eyes of the Berendeys he became a terrible, unheard-of criminal.

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

Condemning Mizgir, Tsar Berendey says:

Get away from us, criminal, desecration
The fervor of trusting love
Introduced to us by nature and the gods.
Drive him away from every door
From every dwelling where they hold sacred
Honest customs of old!
Drive him into the desert, into the forest!

The Snow Maiden, the offspring of Frost, could not stay among the people who glorified the Sun, living with the warmth of its hot rays. The sun melted her and turned her into a stream.

Misgir, who saw his dream in the graceful charm of appearance, in modesty, in simple-minded naivety, in the spontaneity of the Snegurochka's character, turned out to be deceived in hopes of happiness with her.

He complains:

I will be deceived by the gods; it's a joke
Cruel fate. But if the gods
Deceivers, it's not worth living in the world!

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

Snow Maiden and Misgir died. But their death did not go unnoticed. She confirmed the correctness of the life and customs of the Berendeys. She melted the coldness and alienation between them, returned their inherent love and fidelity.

Addressing the people, in whose eyes the Snow Maiden and Mizgir died, the wise Berendey says:

Snow Maiden sad death
And the terrible death of Mizgir
They cannot disturb us. The sun knows
Whom to punish and pardon. Finished
True judgment! A product of frost -
The cold Snow Maiden died.
For fifteen years she lived between us,
Fifteen years angry with us
The sun. Now, with her wonderful demise,
Frost's intervention has ended.
Let's drive out the last trail of cold
From our souls and turn to the Sun.

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

The choir of cheerful Berendeys greets Yarila, who carries warmth and abundance:

Grant, god of light,
Warm summer!
The Red Sun is ours!
You are not more beautiful in the world!
Krasnopogodnoe,
Summer is cereal
The Red Sun is ours!
You are not more beautiful in the world!

The fairy tale ends with this life-affirming hymn.

We know Ostrovsky - the author of plays covering all aspects of contemporary Russian life, severely criticizing the "dark kingdom" of money-grubbing and tyrant. And in these plays, the playwright showed the beauty of the Russian folk character, the poetry of Russian nature.

In The Snow Maiden, Ostrovsky is a heartfelt lyricist, a singer of man and nature. Here the beauty of the characters, their unique originality are embodied in a surprisingly poetic language and melodic poetry. Listen to how his verse sounds and sings, now decorous and solemn, now lively and perky in the folk way, to how flexible this verse is, how submissively it obeys the poet's thoughts.

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

Spring is its gloomy country.


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

I can't hear their glass murmur

The song of birds is similar to a folk song:

The birds were gathering
The singers were gathering
Herds, herds
Birds sat down
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.

And in a completely different way, with dignity and solemnity, Berendey glorifies the people:

Long live the wise
Great Berendey,
Lord of silver hair,
Father of his land!

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

The Snow Maiden is a truly polyphonic work. The voices of fantastic Frost and Spring, funny songs of birds and monologues of people sound differently. The solemn song of the blind guslars is replaced by the silly tunes of the bob Bakula, the wise measured speech of Tsar Berendey - by Lel's passionate hymns addressed to the Sun.

"Snegurochka" pleases us with the overflow of its folk humor. We laugh heartily at the brave in words and cowardly in deeds Brusila, the dimwitted Bobyl and Bobylikha, these lazy and foolish inhabitants of the village beyond the river.

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The images of The Snow Maiden are so wonderful, her poetic makeup is so musical that she charmed and carried away many artists.

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

NA Rimsky-Korsakov created the opera The Snow Maiden, in which he preserved Ostrovsky's words.

It was not by chance that the writer embodied this wonderful tale in a dramatic form. He intended it to be staged on stage. Ostrovsky created a special type of play, full of fantastic transformations, enchanting pictures, and unrestrained folk fun.

This fairy tale, the first in Russian drama, is distinguished by its rare spectacle, bright theatricality.

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

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

KS Stanislavsky spoke about Ostrovsky's spring fairy tale like this: “The Snow Maiden is a fairy tale, a dream, a national legend written and told in Ostrovsky's magnificent sonorous verses. , except for wonderful poetry, and was not interested in anything else, except for pure poetry and romance. "

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

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

Mighty nature is full of miracles!
Scattering abundantly your gifts,
Bizarrely she plays: quit
In a swamp, in a forgotten corner
Under a bush, a pearl spring flower,
Thoughtfully bowed lily of the valley, splashes
To its whiteness as cold dust
Silver dew - and the flower breathes
The elusive scent of spring
Alluring the sight and smell

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

B. Nikolsky

Snow Maiden

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

Prologue

Persons:

Spring-Red.

Father Frost.

Snow Maiden girl.

Goblin.

Pancake week- straw stuffed animal.

Bobyl2
Bobyl is a poor landless peasant.

Bakula.

Bobylikha- his wife.

Berendei of both sexes and all ages.

Spring retinue, birds: cranes, swans, geese, ducks, rooks, magpies, starlings, larks and other.

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

The first phenomenon

Goblin sitting on a dry tree stump. The whole sky is covered with birds that have flown in from overseas. Spring-Red on cranes, swans and geese descends to the ground surrounded by retinue of birds.

Goblin

The end of winter, the roosters crowed,
Spring-Red descends to the ground.
The midnight hour has come, the goblin's lodge
Fenced off - dive into the hollow and sleep!

Falls into a hollow.

Vesna-Krasna goes down to Krasnaya Gorka, accompanied by birds.

Spring-Red

At the appointed hour, as usual
I come to the land of the Berendei.
Cheerfully and coldly meets
Spring is its gloomy country.
Sad look: under a blanket of snow,
Deprived of living, cheerful colors,
Deprived of the fruitful power
The fields lie cold. In chains
Playful streams - in the quiet of midnight
Their glass murmur is not audible.
The forests stand silent, under the snow
Thick paws of firs are lowered,
Like an old furrowed brow.
In the raspberries, under the pines, they were shy
Cold darkness, icy
Icicles amber resin
Hangs from straight trunks. And in the clear sky
As the heat burns the moon and the stars shine
Enhanced radiance. Earth,
Covered with down powder
In response to their hello, it seems cold
Same shine, same diamonds
From the tops of trees and mountains, from gentle fields,
From the potholes of the road
And the same sparks hung in the air
They oscillate without falling, shimmer.
And everything is just light, and everything is just a cold shine,
And there is no warmth. Not the way they meet me
The happy valleys of the south are there
Carpets of meadows, acacia scents,
And the warm steam of the cultivated gardens,
And milky, lazy radiance
From the dull moon on the minarets,
On poplars and black cypresses.
But I love the midnight 3
Midnight - north.

Country,
I love their mighty nature
Wake up from sleep and call from the bowels of the earth
Giving birth to a mysterious force,
Carrier to the careless berendey
Abundance lives unpretentious. Lubo
Warm for the joys of love,
For frequent games and festivities, clean up
Secluded shrubs and groves
Silk carpets of colored herbs.

(Referring to birds that shiver from the cold.)

Comrades: white-sided magpies,
Cheerful chatterboxes,
Gloomy rooks, and larks,
Singers of the fields, heralds of spring,
And you, crane, with your friend the heron,
Beauties, swans, and geese
Noisy, and bustling ducks,
And little birds - are you chilled?
Though I'm ashamed, but I must confess
Before the birds. I myself am to blame
What is cold for me, Spring, and you.
Sixteen years since I was for a joke
And amusing your fickle disposition,
Changeable and whimsical, has become
Flirt with Frost, old grandfather,
Gray-haired prankster; and since then
I'm in captivity with the old one. Man
Always like this: give a little will,
And he will take everything; this is how it is
From antiquity. Leave the gray-haired
But the trouble is, we have an old daughter -
Snow Maiden. In the deep forest slums
In the absent lads 4
Lyadina is a low, damp place overgrown with forest or bushes.

Returns
The old man is his child. Loving the Snow Maiden,
Feel sorry for her in an unhappy lot,
I'm afraid to quarrel with the old;
And he is glad of that: chills, freezes
Me, Vesna, and Berendeev. The sun,
Jealous, looks at us angrily
And frowns at everyone; and here's the reason
Severe winters and cold spring.
Are you trembling, poor things? Dance -
You will get warm! I have seen more than once
That people were warmed up by dancing.
Though reluctantly, even from the cold, but dancing
Let's celebrate the arrival for a housewarming party.

Some birds take to instruments, others sing, and still others dance.

Chorus of birds

The birds were gathering
The singers were gathering
Herds, herds.
Birds sat down
The singers sat down
Rows, rows.
And who are you, birds,
And who are you, singers,
Big, big?
And who are you, birds,
And who are you, singers,
Less, less?
Eagle is a voivode,
Quail - clerk 5
A clerk is a clerk, a scribe in the clerk's office.

,
Clerk, clerk.
Owl is a voivode,
Yellow boots
Boots, boots.
Geese are boyars
Ducklings are nobles
Nobles, nobles.
Chiryats are peasants,
Sparrows are slaves
Serfs, serfs.
Our crane is a centurion 6
The companion is the leader of a hundred soldiers.

With long legs
Kicking, kicking.
Rooster - kissing 7
The kissing man is a tax collector. On assuming office, he took the oath by kissing the cross.

,
Chechet is a shopping guest,
Shopping, shopping.
Pulled swallows -
Orca girls,
Girls, girls.
Our woodpecker is a carpenter,
The fisherman is a tavern,
Tavern, tavern.
The pancake maker is a heron,
Cuckoo is a cuckoo
Klikushka, klikushka.
Red face -
The crow is pretty
Good-looking, good-looking.
In winter - on the roads
In the summer - on stuck,
Jams, jams.
A crow in a mat
There is no more dear
More expensive, more expensive.

Frost falls on the dancing birds from the forest, then snow flakes fall; the wind rises, clouds come in, cover the moon, the distance is completely covered with haze. Birds huddle with a cry for Spring.

Spring-Red(to the birds)

Into the bushes quickly, into the bushes! Conceived to joke
Old Man Frost. Wait until the morning
And tomorrow you will melt in the fields
Thawed patches, on the polynya river.
Bask in the sun a little
And you will begin to curl the nests.

Birds go into the bushes, out of the forest freezing.

The second phenomenon

Spring-Red, Father Frost, Snow Maiden.

freezing

Spring-Red, is she well back?

Spring

Are you healthy, Santa Claus?

freezing

Thanks.
My life is not bad. Berendei
They will not forget about this winter,
She was merry; the sun was dancing
From the cold at dawn
And in the evening I got up with my ears for a month.
I'll take a walk, I'll take a club,
I'll figure it out, I'll make the night
Well, that's something for me expanse and space!
In the rich township houses
Pounding in the corners
At the gate by faith 8
Vereya is a pillar on which the gate leaves are hung.

Creak
Sing under the runners
Love me
Love, love, love!
From the fishing line along the path behind the cart,
A creaky wagon train hurries to the night.
I guard the train
I'll run ahead
On the edge of the field, in the distance,
On the frosty dust
I lie down in a haze 9
Marevo is a mirage, a dry fog that generates visual deceptions.

,
Amid the midnight skies I will rise like a glow.
I will pour out, Frost,
In ninety stripes
Will scatter in columns, innumerable rays,
Multi-colored.
And the pillars push and spiral,
And under them the snows light up.
A sea of ​​light-fire, bright,
Hot,
Lush;
There is blue, there is red, and there is cherry.
Love me
Love, love, love!
I'm even angrier about the early days,
At the ruddy dawn.
I will reach for dwellings from ravines by glades,
I will creep up, I will creep in mists.
Smoke curls over the village
Dies in one direction;
I am a gray fog
I will freeze the smoke.
How it stretches
It will remain so
Over the field, over the forest,
Overweight,
Love me
Love, love, love!

Spring

Thumbs up you feasted, it's time
And on your way to the north.

freezing

Do not drive fast,
And I'll leave myself. Not happy with the old man
You quickly forget about the old.
Here I am, old man, always the same.

Spring

Everyone has their own temper and custom.

freezing

I will leave, I will leave in the morning dawn,
By the breeze, I'll dash off to the Siberian tundra.
I'm a sable three-ear on my ears,
I'm a deer dohu 10
Doha - a fur coat with fur inside and out.

On shoulders,
I hang the belt with trinkets;
Through the chims, through the nomads' yurts,
On the wintering grounds of the wild beasts
I go in, wander around, shaman.
They will bow to my belt.
My dominion in Siberia is eternal,
There will be no end to it. Here Yarilo 11
Yarilo is the ancient Slavic god of the Sun and fertility.

Prevents me and you change me
On a stupid breed of idle-lovers.
Only count the holidays, and soar mash
Korchazhny, yes, there are forty buckets
They know how to brew honey.
They ask the Sun for the warmth of spring.
What for? - ask. Do not suddenly take plowing,
The plow is not messy. Eves edit 12
Canyns rule - brew honey and beer on the days preceding the holiday.

Yes to hawk, sing the spring flowers, in circles
Walk all night from dawn to dawn, -
They have one concern.

Spring

For whom
Will you leave the Snow Maiden?

freezing

Our daughter
At age, without nannies will do.
Neither foot nor horse road
And there is no trace in her tower. The Bears-
Fesses and wolves are seasoned
They walk around the yard on patrol; owl
On the top of a pine tree a hundred years old
And in the afternoon the capercaillie stretches their necks,
The passer-by, the visitor is being watched.

Spring

Longing will take between owls and goblin
Sit alone.

freezing

And the prison servants?
In her maids to run errands
Sly fox-sivodushka 13
Sivodyshka is a fox with dark gray hair on the neck and belly and a brownish-brown back.

;
They get cabbage for her;
Than the light runs to the fontanel of the marten
With a jug; squirrels gnaw nuts,
Squatting down; ermine
In the hay's henchmen in her service.

Spring

Yes, all the melancholy, think, grandfather!

freezing

Work,
A wave of strands, a beaver edge
Sew your sheepskin coat and sew your hats.
Motley stitching reindeer mittens.
Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries
Prepare for winter foodlessness;
Sing out of boredom, dance, if there is a hunt,
What else?

Spring

Eh, old! Will to the girl
Miles in total. Neither we take your chiseled,
Neither sables, beavers, nor mittens
Stitched are not expensive; on thoughts
The girl of the Snow Maiden is different:
To live with people; she needs girlfriends
Fun and games until midnight, The fruits of labors and designs. Believe it
The tear will come through. Work hard, work hard, artist,
Above the molding of barely noticeable stars -
And everything will go to dust. But yesterday
The baba bird has returned from across the sea 14
The Baba bird is a gray-brown pelican.

,
Sat down on a wide clearing
And weeps in the cold for wild ducks,
Scolds me swearingly. Is it
It's my fault that it hurts
That from warm waters, without looking at the calendar 15
Saints - a church book containing a calendar with a complete list of saints on the days on which their memory is celebrated, as well as indicating the holidays.

,
Going north without time?
Weaved, weaved, and the ducks cackled,
Neither give nor take women in the commercial baths;
And what did I overhear! Between the gossip
Such a speech blurted out the bird baba, -
What, swimming in the Lankaran Bay 16
Lenkoransky Bay is a bay in the southern part of the Caspian Sea.

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

I don't remember
At the drunken ragged fakir
And the sun is a hot conversation
I heard that like the sun
Going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only
And waiting to plant in her heart
Fire of love with your ray; then
There is no salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo
Burn it, incinerate it, melt it.
I don't know how, but it will kill you. As long as
Childishly pure is her soul,
He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden.

Spring

Enough!
You believed the stories of the stupid bird!
No wonder her nickname is a woman.

freezing

I know
Without a woman, I, that evil Yarilo thinks.

Spring

Give back my Snow Maiden!

freezing

I'm not giving it!
Where did you get me to be such a turntable
Did you believe your daughter?

Spring

What are you, red-nosed,
You swear!

freezing

Listen, let's make up!
For a girl, supervision is most needed
And a stern eye, but not one, but ten.
And you have no time, and reluctance
It's better to look after your daughter
Give it to Bobyl settlement
Childless, instead of a daughter. Will
Cares up to her throat, and the guys
No greed for Bobylev's daughter
Cast your eyes. Do you agree?

Spring

I agree, let him live in the Bobyl family,
If only at liberty.

freezing

Daughter doesn't know
Love completely, in her cold heart
Not a spark is not a destructive feeling;
And there will be no love if you
Spring warmth of languishing bliss,
Caressing, arrogant 18
Diffuse - exciting.

Spring

Enough!
Call the Snow Maiden to me.

freezing

Snow Maiden,
Sneguroshka, my child!

Snow Maiden (looks out of the woods)

Goes up to his father.

Spring-Red, is it great back?

Are you healthy, Santa Claus?

Thanks,
My life is not bad. Berendei
They will not forget about this winter,
She was merry, the sun danced
From the cold at dawn
And in the evening I got up with my ears for a month.
I'll take a walk, I'll take a club,
I'll figure it out, I'll make the night
Well, that's something for me expanse and space.
In the rich township houses
Pounding in the corners
At the gate creak with faith,
Sing under the runners
Love me
Love, love, love.
From the fishing line along the path with a cart,
A creaky wagon train hurries to the night.
I guard the train
I'll run ahead
On the edge of the field, in the distance,
On the frosty dust
I lie down in a haze
Amid the midnight skies I will rise like a glow,
I will pour out, Frost,
In ninety stripes
I will run up in columns, innumerable rays,
Multi-colored.
And the pillars push and spiral,
And under them the snows light up,
A sea of ​​light-fire, bright,
Hot,
Lush;
There is blue, there is red, and there is cherry.
Love me
Love, love, love.
I'm even angrier about the early days,
At the ruddy dawn.
I will reach for dwellings from ravines by glades,
I will creep up, I will creep in mists.
Smoke curls over the village
Dies in one direction;
I am a gray fog
I will freeze the smoke.
How it stretches
It will remain so
Over the field, over the forest,
Overweight,
Love me
Love, love, love.

You didn’t feast badly, it’s time to
And on your way to the north.

Do not drive fast,
And I'll leave myself. Not happy with the old man
You quickly forget about the old.
Here I am, old man, always the same.

Everyone has their own temper and custom.

I'm gone, I'm gone, in the morning dawn,
By the breeze, I'll dash off to the Siberian tundra.
I'm a sable three-ear on my ears,
I'm a deer on my shoulders
I hang the belt with trinkets;
Through the chums, through the nomads' yurts,
On the wintering grounds of the wild beasts
I go in, wander around, shaman,
They will bow to my belt.
My dominion in Siberia is eternal,
There will be no end to it. Here Yarilo
Prevents me and you change me
On a stupid breed of idle-lovers.
Only the holidays are counting and the braga soar
Korchazhnaya, yes, there are forty buckets
They know how to brew honey.
They ask the sun for spring warmth.
Why - ask? Do not suddenly take plowing,
The plow is not messy. Eves edit
Yes to hawk, sing the spring flowers, in circles
Walk all night from dawn to dawn, -
They have one concern.

For whom
Will you leave the Snow Maiden?

Our daughter
At age, without nannies will do.
Neither foot nor horse road
And there is no trace in her tower. The Bears
Fesses and wolves are hardened
They walk around the yard on patrol; owl
On the top of a pine tree a hundred years old
And in the afternoon the capercaillie stretches their necks,
The passer-by, the visitor is being watched.

Longing will take between owls and goblin
Sit alone.

And the prison servants!
In her maids to run errands
Sly fox-sivodushka,
They get cabbage for her;
Than the light runs to the fontanel of the marten
With a jug; squirrels gnaw nuts,
Squatting down; ermine
In the hay's henchmen in her service.

Yes, all the melancholy, think, grandfather!

Work,
A wave of strands, a beaver edge
Sew your sheepskin coat and sew your hats,
Motley stitching reindeer mittens.
Sushi mushrooms, lingonberries and cloudberries
Prepare for winter foodlessness;
Sing out of boredom, dance, if there is a hunt,
What else?

Eh, old! Will to the girl
Miles in total. Neither we take your chiseled,
Neither sables, beavers, nor mittens
Stitched are not expensive; on thoughts
The girl of the Snow Maiden is different:
To live with people; she needs girlfriends
Fun and games until midnight
Spring parties yes burners
With the guys, as long as ...

So far what?

As long as she finds it funny that the guys
They are eager to follow her before the fight.

And there will fall in love with one.

That’s something I don’t like.

Insane
And the wicked old man! All living things in the world
Must love. Snow Maiden in captivity
Your own mother will not let you torment.

You’re inappropriately hot,
She is talkative without reason. You listen!
Take your sanity for a moment! Angry Yarilo,
The scorching god of the lazy Berendei,
To please them, swore a terrible oath
Ruining me wherever he meets. Drowns, melts
My palaces, kiosks, galleries,
Exquisite work of ornaments,
Details the smallest carving,
The fruits of labors and designs. Believe it
The tear will come through. Work hard, work hard, artist,
Above the molding of barely noticeable stars -
And everything will go to dust. But yesterday
The Baba bird returned from across the sea,
Sat down on a wide clearing
And weeps in the cold for wild ducks,
Scolds me swearingly. Is it
It's my fault that it hurts
That from warm waters, without looking at the calendar,
Without time he starts north.
Weaved, weaved, and the ducks cackled,
Neither give nor take women in the commercial baths;
And what did I overhear! Between the gossip
Such a speech blurted out the bird-Baba, -
That, swimming in the Lankaran Bay,
Whether in the Gilan lakes, I don't remember,
At the drunken ragged fakir
And the sun is a hot conversation
I heard that like the sun
Going to destroy the Snow Maiden; only
And waiting to plant in her heart
Fire of love with your ray; then
There is no salvation for the Snow Maiden, Yarilo
Burn it, incinerate it, melt it.
I don't know how, but it will kill you. As long as
Childishly pure is her soul,
He has no power to harm the Snow Maiden.