Russian folk tale "Nesmeyana - princess. Princess Nesmeyana

How great is God's light! People rich and poor live in it, and there is room for all of them, and the Lord judges them all. Luxurious people live and celebrate; the miserable live and work; to each his share!

In the royal chambers, in the prince's palaces, in a high tower, Nesmeyana the princess flaunted. What a life she had, what freedom, what luxury! There is a lot of everything, everything is what the soul wants; but she never smiled, never laughed, as if her heart did not rejoice at anything.

It was bitter for the king-father to look at the sad daughter. He opens his royal chambers for everyone who wishes to be his guest.

Let them, - he says, - try to cheer Nesmeyana the princess; whoever succeeds, she will be his wife.

As soon as he said this, the people boiled at the prince's gates! From all sides they go, they go - both princes and princes, and boyars and nobles, regimental and simple; feasts began, honey poured - the princess still does not laugh.

At the other end, in his corner, lived an honest workman; in the mornings he cleaned the yard, in the evenings he grazed cattle, he was in incessant labors. Its owner is a rich man,

truthful, did not offend the payment. As soon as the year ended, he gave him a bag of money on the table:

Take, - he says, - as much as you want!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker went up to the table and thought: how not to sin before God, not to put too much for work? He chose only one money, squeezed it in a handful and decided to get drunk with water, bent down into the well - the money rolled out from him and sank to the bottom.

The poor man was left with nothing. Another would cry in his place, grieve and fold his hands in annoyance, but he does not.

Everything, - says, - God sends; The Lord knows who to give what to: whom he gives money, from whom he takes the latter. It can be seen that I worked poorly, worked little, now I will become more diligent!

And again for work - every case in his hands burns with fire!

The term has expired, another year has passed, the owner has a bag of money on the table:

Take, - says, - as much as the soul wants!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker again thinks, so as not to anger God, not to put too much for work; took the money, went to get drunk and accidentally let it out of his hands - the money went into the well and drowned.

He set to work even more diligently: he does not get enough sleep at night, he does not eat enough during the day. You look: someone's bread dries, turns yellow, and everything is bubbling with his owner; whose brute curls his legs, and kicks him down the street; whose horses are dragged downhill, but he cannot be restrained even in a rein. The owner knew whom to thank, whom to thank.

The term has expired, the third year has passed, he has a lot of money on the table:

Take, worker, as much as your soul wants; your work, yours and money!

And he went out.

The worker takes one money again, goes to the well of water to drink - look: the last money is intact, and the previous two floated up. He picked them up, guessed that God had rewarded him for his labors; He was delighted and thought: “It’s time for me to look at the white light, to recognize people!”

I thought and went where my eyes look. He goes through the field, the mouse runs:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you! Gave her money. Goes through the forest, crawling beetle:

Gave him money too. Floated by the river, met the catfish:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

He did not refuse even that, he gave the last one.

Himself came to the city; there are people, there are doors! He looked, the worker spun in all directions, where to go - he does not know. And in front of him are the royal chambers, removed with silver and gold, Nesmeyana the princess sits at the window and looks directly at him. Where to go? Clouded in his eyes, found a dream on him, and he fell right into the mud.

Where did the catfish with a big mustache come from, followed by an old bug, a haircut mouse; everyone came running. They take care, please: the mouse takes off the dress, the beetle cleans the boots, the catfish drives away the flies.

Nesmeyana the princess looked and looked at their services and laughed.

Who, who cheered up my daughter? - asks the king. He says: "I"; the other: "I".

Not! - said Nesmeyana the princess. - There is this man! - And pointed to the worker.

He immediately went to the palace, and the worker became a fine fellow in front of the royal face! The king kept his royal word; what he promised, he delivered.

I say: was it not in a dream that the worker dreamed? They assure that no, the true truth was - so you have to believe.

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To How great is the light of God! Rich and poor people live in it, and there is room for all of them, and the Lord looks after and judges them all. Luxurious people live and celebrate; the miserable live and work; to each his share!

In the royal chambers, in the prince's palaces, in a high tower, Nesmeyana the princess flaunted. What a life she had, what freedom, what luxury! There is a lot of everything, everything is what the soul wants; but she never smiled, never laughed, as if her heart did not rejoice at anything.

It was bitter for the king-father to look at the sad daughter. He opens his royal chambers for everyone who wishes to be his guest.

Let them, - he says, - try to cheer Nesmeyana the princess; whoever succeeds, she will be his wife.

As soon as he said this, the people boiled at the prince's gates! From all sides they go, they go - both princes and princes, and boyars and nobles, regimental and simple; feasts began, honey poured - the princess still does not laugh.

‎ At the other end in his corner lived an honest worker; in the mornings he cleaned the yard, in the evenings he grazed cattle, he was in unceasing labors. His owner is a rich, truthful man, he did not offend with a fee. As soon as the year ended, he gave him a bag of money on the table:

Take it, - he says, - as much as you want!, and he himself at the door and went out.

The worker went up to the table and thought: how not to sin before God, not to put too much for work? He chose only one money, squeezed it in a handful and decided to get drunk with water, bent down into the well - the money rolled out from him and sank to the bottom.

The poor man remained with nothing. Another would cry in his place, grieve and fold his hands in annoyance, but he does not.

Everything, - he says, - God sends; The Lord knows who to give what to: whom he gives money, from whom he takes the latter. It can be seen that I worked poorly, worked little, now I will become more diligent!

And back to work - every case in his hands burns with fire! The term has expired, another year has passed, the owner has a bag of money on the table:

Take it, - he says, - as much as the soul wants!, and he himself went out at the door.

The worker again thinks, so as not to anger God, not to put too much for work; took the money, went to get drunk and accidentally let it out of his hands - the money went into the well and drowned. He set to work even more diligently: he does not get enough sleep at night, he does not eat enough during the day. You'll see: someone's bread dries, turns yellow, and everything is bubbling with his master; whose brute curls his legs, and kicks him down the street; whose horses are dragged downhill, but he cannot be restrained even in a rein. The owner knew whom to thank, whom to thank. The term has ended, the third year has passed, he has a lot of money on the table: “Take, worker, as much as your soul wants; your work, yours and money! ”, And he himself went out.

The worker takes one money again, goes to the well of water to drink - look: the last money is intact, and the previous two floated up. He picked them up, guessed that God had rewarded him for his labors; He was delighted and thought: “It’s time for me to look at the white light, to recognize people!” I thought and went where my eyes look. He goes through the field, the mouse runs:

Kovalyok, dear kumanyok! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

Gave her money. Goes through the forest, crawling beetle:

Gave him money too. Floated by the river, met the catfish:

Kovalyok, dear kumanyok! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

He did not refuse even that, he gave the last one.

‎ Himself came to the city; there are people, there are doors! He looked, the worker spun in all directions, where to go - he does not know. And in front of him are the royal chambers, removed with silver and gold, Nesmeyana the princess sits at the window and looks directly at him. Where to go? Clouded in his eyes, a dream fell on him, and he fell right into the mud. Where did a catfish with a big mustache come from, followed by an old bug, a haircut mouse; everyone came running. They take care, please: the mouse takes off the dress, the beetle cleans the boots, the catfish drives away the flies. Nesmeyana the princess looked and looked at their services and laughed.

Who, who cheered up my daughter? - asks the king.

He says: "I"; another: "I".

Not! - said Nesmeyana the princess. - There is this man! - and pointed to the worker.

Immediately he went to the palace and the worker became a fine fellow in front of the royal face! The king kept his royal word; what he promised, he delivered. I say: was it not in a dream that the worker dreamed? They assure that no, the true truth was - so you have to believe.

Princess Nesmeyana is a Russian folk tale loved by many generations of children. It tells the story of how a simple peasant, after three years of work as a mercenary, decided to "see the world" and fell into the mud in front of the palace. A bug, a catfish and a mouse began to lift and clean his clothes. With this, he made the king's daughter laugh, which immediately made the commoner the bridegroom of Nesmeyana. Such a reward was promised by the sovereign to those who can cheer up his beloved daughter. The tale shows that modesty, diligence, generosity will not be left without the protection of fate.

How great is the light of God! Rich and poor people live in it, and there is room for all of them, and the Lord looks after and judges them all. Luxurious people live and celebrate; the miserable live and work; to each his share!

In the royal chambers, in the prince's palaces, in a high tower, Nesmeyana the princess flaunted. What a life she had, what freedom, what luxury! There is a lot of everything, everything is what the soul wants; but she never smiled, never laughed, as if her heart did not rejoice at anything.

It was bitter for the king-father to look at the sad daughter. He opens his royal chambers for everyone who wishes to be his guest.

Let them, - he says, - try to cheer Nesmeyana the princess; whoever succeeds, she will be his wife.

As soon as he said this, the people boiled at the prince's gates! From all sides they go, they go - both princes and princes, and boyars and nobles, regimental and simple; feasts began, honey poured - the princess still does not laugh.

At the other end, in his corner, lived an honest workman; in the mornings he cleaned the yard, in the evenings he grazed cattle, he was in incessant labors. His owner is a rich, truthful man, he did not offend with a fee. As soon as the year ended, he gave him a bag of money on the table:

Take, - he says, - as much as you want!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker went up to the table and thought: how not to sin before God, not to put too much for work? He chose only one money, squeezed it in a handful and decided to get drunk with water, bent down into the well - the money rolled out from him and sank to the bottom.

The poor man was left with nothing. Another would cry in his place, grieve and fold his hands in annoyance, but he does not.

Everything, - he says, - God sends; The Lord knows who to give what to: whom he gives money, from whom he takes the latter. It can be seen that I worked poorly, worked little, now I will become more diligent!

And again for work - every case in his hands burns with fire!

The term has expired, another year has passed, the owner has a bag of money on the table:

Take, - says, - as much as the soul wants!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker again thinks, so as not to anger God, not to put too much for work; took the money, went to get drunk and accidentally let it out of his hands - the money went into the well and drowned.

He set to work even more diligently: he does not get enough sleep at night, he does not eat enough during the day. You look: someone's bread dries, turns yellow, and everything is bubbling with his owner; whose brute curls his legs, and kicks him down the street; whose horses are dragged downhill, but he cannot be restrained even in a rein. The owner knew whom to thank, whom to thank.

The term has expired, the third year has passed, he has a lot of money on the table:

Take, worker, as much as your soul wants; your work, yours and money!

And he went out.

The worker takes one money again, goes to the well of water to drink - look: the last money is intact, and the previous two floated up. He picked them up, guessed that God had rewarded him for his labors; He was delighted and thought: - It's time for me to look at the white light, to recognize people!

I thought and went where my eyes look. He goes through the field, the mouse runs:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you! Gave her money. Goes through the forest, crawling beetle:

Gave him money too. Floated by the river, met a catfish:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

He did not refuse even that, he gave the last one.

Himself came to the city; there are people, there are doors! He looked, the worker spun in all directions, where to go - he does not know. And in front of him are the royal chambers, decorated with silver and gold, Nesmeyana the princess sits at the window and looks directly at him. Where to go? Clouded in his eyes, found a dream on him, and he fell right into the mud.

Where did the catfish with a big mustache come from, followed by an old bug, a haircut mouse; everyone came running. They take care, please: the mouse takes off the dress, the beetle cleans the boots, the catfish drives away the flies.

Nesmeyana the princess looked and looked at their services and laughed.

Who, who cheered up my daughter? - asks the king. He says: I; other: I.

Not! - said Nesmeyana the princess. - There is this man! - And pointed to the worker.

He immediately went to the palace, and the worker became a fine fellow in front of the royal face! The king kept his royal word; what he promised, he delivered.

I say: was it not in a dream that the worker dreamed? They assure that no, the true truth was - so you have to believe.

Russian folktale Princess Nesmeyana

How great is the light of God! Rich and poor people live in it, and there is room for all of them, and the Lord looks after and judges them all. Luxurious people live and celebrate; the miserable live and work; to each his share!

In the royal chambers, in the prince's palaces, in a high tower, Nesmeyana the princess flaunted. What a life she had, what freedom, what luxury! There is a lot of everything, everything is what the soul wants; but she never smiled, never laughed, as if her heart did not rejoice at anything.

It was bitter for the king-father to look at the sad daughter. He opens his royal chambers for everyone who wishes to be his guest.

Let them, - he says, - try to cheer Nesmeyana the princess; whoever succeeds, she will be his wife.

As soon as he said this, the people boiled at the prince's gates! From all sides they go, they go - both princes and princes, and boyars and nobles, regimental and simple; feasts began, honey poured - the princess still does not laugh.

At the other end, in his corner, lived an honest workman; in the mornings he cleaned the yard, in the evenings he grazed cattle, he was in incessant labors. His owner is a rich, truthful man, he did not offend with a fee. As soon as the year ended, he gave him a bag of money on the table:

Take, - he says, - as much as you want!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker went up to the table and thought: how not to sin before God, not to put too much for work? He chose only one money, squeezed it in a handful and decided to get drunk with water, bent down into the well - the money rolled out from him and sank to the bottom.

The poor man was left with nothing. Another would cry in his place, grieve and fold his hands in annoyance, but he does not.

Everything, - he says, - God sends; The Lord knows who to give what to: whom he gives money, from whom he takes the latter. It can be seen that I worked poorly, worked little, now I will become more diligent!

And again for work - every case in his hands burns with fire!

The term has expired, another year has passed, the owner has a bag of money on the table:

Take, - says, - as much as the soul wants!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker again thinks, so as not to anger God, not to put too much for work; took the money, went to get drunk and accidentally let it out of his hands - the money went into the well and drowned.

He set to work even more diligently: he does not get enough sleep at night, he does not eat enough during the day. You look: someone's bread dries, turns yellow, and everything is bubbling with his owner; whose brute curls his legs, and kicks him down the street; whose horses are dragged downhill, but he cannot be restrained even in a rein. The owner knew whom to thank, whom to thank.

The term has expired, the third year has passed, he has a lot of money on the table:

Take, worker, as much as your soul wants; your work, yours and money!

And he went out.

The worker takes one money again, goes to the well of water to drink - look: the last money is intact, and the previous two floated up. He picked them up, guessed that God had rewarded him for his labors; He was delighted and thought: - It's time for me to look at the white light, to recognize people!

I thought and went where my eyes look. He goes through the field, the mouse runs:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you! Gave her money. Goes through the forest, crawling beetle:

Gave him money too. Floated by the river, met a catfish:

Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

He did not refuse even that, he gave the last one.

Himself came to the city; there are people, there are doors! He looked, the worker spun in all directions, where to go - he does not know. And in front of him are the royal chambers, decorated with silver and gold, Nesmeyana the princess sits at the window and looks directly at him. Where to go? Clouded in his eyes, found a dream on him, and he fell right into the mud.

Where did the catfish with a big mustache come from, followed by an old bug, a haircut mouse; everyone came running. They take care, please: the mouse takes off the dress, the beetle cleans the boots, the catfish drives away the flies.

Nesmeyana the princess looked and looked at their services and laughed.

Who, who cheered up my daughter? - asks the king. He says: I; other: I.

Not! - said Nesmeyana the princess. - There is this man! - And pointed to the worker.

He immediately went to the palace, and the worker became a fine fellow in front of the royal face! The king kept his royal word; what he promised, he delivered.

I say: was it not in a dream that the worker dreamed? They assure that no, the true truth was - so you have to believe.

How great is the light of God! Rich and poor people live in it, and there is room for all of them, and the Lord looks after and judges them all. The luxurious live and celebrate, the miserable live and work; to each his share!

In the royal chambers, in the prince's palaces, in a high tower, Nesmeyana the princess flaunted. What a life she had, what freedom, what luxury! There is a lot of everything, everything is what the soul wants; but she never smiled, never laughed, as if her heart did not rejoice at anything.

It was bitter for the king-father to look at the sad daughter. He opens his royal chambers for everyone who wishes to be his guest.

Let them, - he says, - try to cheer Nesmeyana the princess; whoever succeeds, she will be his wife.

As soon as he said this, the people boiled at the prince's gates! From all sides they go, they go - both princes and princes, and boyars and nobles, regimental and simple; feasts began, honey poured - the princess still does not laugh.

At the other end, in his corner, lived an honest workman; in the mornings he cleaned the yard, in the evenings he grazed cattle, he was in incessant labors. His owner is a rich, truthful man, he did not offend with a fee. As soon as the year ended, he gave him a bag of money on the table:
- Take, - he says, - as much as you want!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker went up to the table and thought: how not to sin before God, not to put too much for work? He chose only one money, squeezed it in a handful and decided to get drunk with water, bent down into the well - the money rolled out from him and sank to the bottom.

The poor man was left with nothing. Another would cry in his place, grieve and fold his hands in annoyance, but he does not.

Everything, - he says, - God sends; The Lord knows who to give what to: whom he gives money, from whom he takes the latter. It can be seen that I worked poorly, worked little, now I will become more diligent!

And again for work - every case in his hands burns with fire!

The term has expired, another year has passed, the owner has a bag of money on the table:
- Take it, - he says, - as much as the soul wants!

And he was at the door and went out.

The worker again thinks, so as not to anger God, not to put too much for work; took the money, went to get drunk and accidentally let it out of his hands - the money went into the well and drowned.

He set to work even more diligently: he does not get enough sleep at night, he does not eat enough during the day. You look: someone's bread dries, turns yellow, and everything is bubbling with his owner; whose brute curls his legs, and kicks him down the street; whose horses are dragged downhill, but he cannot be restrained even in a rein. The owner knew whom to thank, whom to thank.

The term has expired, the third year has passed, he has a lot of money on the table:
- Take, worker, as much as the soul wants; your work, yours and money!

And he went out.

The worker takes one money again, goes to the well of water to drink - look: the last money is intact, and the previous two floated up. He picked them up, guessed that God had rewarded him for his labors; He was delighted and thought: “It’s time for me to look at the white light, to recognize people!”

I thought and went where my eyes look. He goes through the field, the mouse runs:
- Kovalek, dear kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

Gave her money.

Goes through the forest, crawling beetle:

He and him money.

Floated by the river, met a catfish:
- Kovalek, dear Kumanek! Give money; I'll be nice to you!

He did not refuse even that, he gave the last one.

Himself came to the city; there are people, there are doors! He looked, the worker spun in all directions, where to go - he does not know. And in front of him are the royal chambers, removed with silver and gold, Nesmeyana the princess sits at the window and looks directly at him. Where to go? Clouded in his eyes, found a dream on him, and he fell right into the mud.

Where did the catfish with a big mustache come from, followed by an old bug, a haircut mouse; everyone came running. They take care, please: the mouse takes off the dress, the beetle cleans the boots, the catfish drives away the flies.

Nesmeyana the princess looked and looked at their services and laughed.

Who, who cheered up my daughter? - asks the king.

He says: "I"; another: "I".

Not! - said Nesmeyana the princess. - There is this man! - And pointed to the worker.

He immediately went to the palace, and the worker became a fine fellow in front of the royal face! The king kept his royal word; what he promised, he delivered.

I say: was it not in a dream that the worker dreamed? They assure that no, the true truth was - so you have to believe.