Sergey Aksakov scarlet flower summary. The Scarlet Flower. Watch the fairy tale Scarlet Flower from Soyuzmultfilm

The tale of Aksakov S. T. is a literary version of the famous fairy tale “Beauty and the Beast”. As it should be in such works, the main characters of The Scarlet Flower are faced with a choice that determines their fate. In any fairy tale, obstacles and trials arise in the way of the characters, after passing which, a miracle occurs. Bright, rich language of the story, exaggerated descriptions, a wide variety of artistic techniques are combined with a simple but interesting plot. This and other Aksakov's tales are an example of the beauty of the Russian language and the originality of folk wisdom.

Characteristics of the heroes “Scarlet Flower”

Main characters

Merchant	Wealthy merchant with three daughters. Goes on a long voyage on trade business. He promises his daughters to fulfill their every desire. Fulfilling the desires of older daughters requires serious expenses and efforts, but the father agrees and promises to fulfill everything exactly. The desire of the youngest daughter makes the merchant think, he promises to make efforts to fulfill her request. The merchant puts love for his children and the fulfillment of their desires above all else.
Eldest daughter	He asks his father for a crown of gems, the light of which would illuminate the night like a moon or the sun. Despite the love and affection for his father, he does not agree to return to the monster in exchange for saving his father.
middle daughter	She asks her father to bring her an unusual mirror made of oriental crystal from across the sea, looking into which they do not age, but become more beautiful every day. She sincerely loves her father, but does not agree to return to the monster in order to save her parent. At the end of the story, it is said about the envy of the sisters, they regret that they did not agree to go to the monster.
Youngest daughter	He asks his father to bring a scarlet flower, which is the most beautiful in the world. She loves her father, is ready for any step to save her parent from the monster. He returns to the terrible invisible owner of the castle, lives in luxury, becomes attached to him. Time passes and she falls in love with an invisible master, persuades him to show himself. Seeing the monster live, frightened, loses consciousness. After a while, he again asks for a meeting and gets used to the terrible appearance of the monster. Late after meeting with his relatives, he returns to the castle, confesses his love to the dying beast. He turns into a handsome prince.
Beast/Young Prince	Fulfills all the desires of the youngest daughter, sincerely loves her, indulges, bathes in luxury, entertains with miracles. He does not force the girl to live in his castle, he gives her a magic ring with which she can return home at any time. It turns out to be an enchanted prince who was stolen by a witch and cast a spell when he was still a child. Only the sincere power of love could disenchant him. With the blessing of the father of the girl, the young girls play a wedding.

Minor characters

Conclusion

In a fairy tale The Scarlet Flower“heroes are guided by the call of the heart, which will certainly bring them happiness and prosperity. Noteworthy is the description of the fairy-tale world, recreated by the author on the basis of a folk tale. The riches and beauty of the castle, amazing plants and animals, invisible servants who care for and protect the young mistress - all this makes the work unforgettable and surprisingly interesting. The characteristics of the characters can be useful for reader's diary or writing creative works schoolchildren.

A reader's diary is a very important and necessary thing that will be an invaluable assistant in your studies. If you conduct it carefully, correctly and with pleasure, then at any moment you can easily remember what is said in a particular literary work, what are its main events. Today we have again prepared for you a sample for a reader's diary - summary and a review of the famous fairy tale by S. T. Aksakov "The Scarlet Flower".

• Full name of the author of the work: Sergey Timofeevich Aksakov;
• Title: "Scarlet Flower";
• Year of writing: 1858;
• Genre: fairy tale.

Brief retelling (344 words) . In a distant kingdom lived a noble merchant with his three daughters. The hero was going on a business trip and decided to ask what to bring to his daughters from this trip. The eldest asked for a crown with jewels, the middle one asked for a crystal mirror, and the youngest, Nastenka, wanted a scarlet flower. It was Nastya that the parent loved most of all, so he took the request seriously.

The merchant set off. The first two gifts did not cause him any difficulty, but he could not find the third. Returning home, the hero becomes a victim of a robbery and runs away into the forest from the robbers. By chance, the merchant reached the palace, decorated with precious stones. There all his desires are fulfilled: dinner is served by itself, the bed is laid out. In a dream, the father sees that the older daughters do not grieve for him, but are going to get married without blessing. Only Nastya yearns and waits for him.

The next morning, wandering along the alleys, he discovered a scarlet flower of unprecedented beauty. The traveler tore it off and was glad that he had found the last gift. Suddenly, a real monster appeared in front of him, who got angry for stealing a flower. It said that it would execute the thief if none of his daughters came instead of the merchant. The owner of the castle was alone and wanted to find a company, so he promised not to touch the girl. The father decided that he would go to death instead of them if not a single daughter agreed to the terms of the monster.

The man came back home and told his family about it. The younger sister went to the monster to save the father.

So they began to live together, soul to soul. At first, the monster was afraid to show itself to Nastya, and then she begged. At first, the girl of the beast was frightened, and then she stopped noticing his deformity. One day Nastenka had a dream that the merchant was not feeling well. She asked the monster to let her go home, and he ordered her to return after 3 days at the specified time, otherwise it would die of longing.

At home, Nastya realized that the elders were jealous of her, but she did not feel any trick, and the cunning sisters decided to change the clock so that she would be late. But at the appointed hour, the heart of the youngest daughter suggested that it was time to return to the palace. Nastenka saw the lying beast and told him about her feelings. He woke up from a dream and turned into a handsome prince, who was bewitched many years ago. From now on, they lived together and happily!

Review (124 words). The writer teaches us that appearances are most often deceiving. A beautiful shell often hides a terrible character, while not the most pleasant person has the best qualities.

Therefore, my favorite heroine is Nastenka. Only she was wise enough to appreciate the monster on merit. Her kind disposition cannot leave anyone indifferent. She was able to love the monster and help him return to his human form.

The main idea of ​​this work is that you should not judge people by their appearance. This is my opinion: every person should be treated with understanding, kindness and love, because, perhaps, it is this attitude that will help him reveal all the true virtues of his character.

I want to re-read Aksakov's fairy tale again and again, so as not to forget such simple truths. It leaves a wonderful impression that warms the soul after reading.

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This is the author's interpretation of Aksakov's story "Beauty and the Beast". The youngest merchant's daughter asked me to bring her a wonderful scarlet flower as a gift. This marvelous plant only grew in the monster's garden. The merchant pulled out the flower, and in return he had to send his daughter to the monster. The love of the girl was able to disenchant the monster, which was actually a prince.

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In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a rich merchant, an eminent person.

He had a lot of wealth, expensive overseas goods, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury; and that merchant had three daughters, all three beautiful women, and the smallest is the best; and he loved his daughters more than all his wealth, pearls, precious stones, gold and silver treasury, for the reason that he was a widower, and he had no one to love; he loved his older daughters, and he loved the younger daughter more, because she was better than everyone else and more affectionate to him.

So that merchant is going on his trading business overseas, to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, to a distant state, and he says to his kind daughters:

My dear daughters, my good daughters, my handsome daughters, I am going on my merchant business to distant lands, to a distant kingdom, a distant state, and you never know, how much time I will travel - I don’t know, and I punish you to live without me honestly and peacefully, and if you live honestly and peacefully without me, then I will bring you such gifts as you yourself want, and I give you a period of time to think for three days, and then you will tell me what kind of gifts you want.

They thought for three days and three nights, and came to their parent, and he began to ask them what kind of gifts they wanted. The eldest daughter bowed at her father's feet, and the first one said to him:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black sable furs, nor Burmitz pearls, but bring me a golden crown of semi-precious stones, and so that there is such light from them as from a full moon, as from a red sun, and so that it is from it is light on a dark night, as in the middle of a white day.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and then said:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will bring you such a crown; I know such a person across the sea who will get me such a crown; and there is one overseas princess, and he is hidden in a stone pantry, and that pantry is in a stone mountain, three fathoms deep, behind three iron doors, behind three German locks. The work will be considerable: yes, there is no opposite for my treasury.

The middle daughter bowed at his feet and said:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor black furs of Siberian sable, nor a necklace of Burmitz pearls, nor a semi-precious gold crown, but bring me a toilette made of oriental crystal, solid, immaculate, so that, looking into it, I see all the beauty of the heavenly and so that, looking at him, I would not grow old and my girlish beauty would increase.

The honest merchant became thoughtful and, thinking whether it was not enough, how much time, he said to her these words:

Well, my dear daughter, good and handsome, I will get you such a crystal toilette; and the daughter of the king of Persia, a young princess, has a beauty inexpressible, indescribable and unexplained; and that tovalet was buried in a stone, high tower, and it stands on a stone mountain, the height of that mountain is three hundred sazhens, behind seven iron doors, behind seven German locks, and three thousand steps lead to that tower, and on each step stands a warrior Persian day and night, with a naked damask saber, and the keys to those iron doors are worn by the princess on her belt. I know such a person across the sea, and he will get me such a toilette. Your work as a sister is harder, but for my treasury there is no opposite.

The younger daughter bowed at the feet of her father and said this word:

Sovereign, you are my dear father! Do not bring me gold and silver brocade, nor Siberian black sables, nor Burmitsky necklaces, nor a semi-precious wreath, nor a crystal toilette, but bring me a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

The honest merchant became more thoughtful than before. You never know, how much time he thought, I can’t say for sure; thoughtfully, he kisses, caresses, caresses his younger daughter, his beloved, and says these words:

Well, you gave me a job harder than my sisters; if you know what to look for, then how not to find, but how to find what you yourself do not know? It’s not tricky to find a scarlet flower, but how can I find out that there is no more beautiful one in this world? I will try, but do not look for a hotel.

And he released his daughters, good, handsome, into their maiden chambers. He began to get ready to go, to the path, to distant overseas lands. How long, how much he was going to, I do not know and do not know: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. He went on his way, on the road.

Here an honest merchant travels on foreign sides overseas, in kingdoms unseen; he sells his goods at exorbitant prices, buys others at exorbitant prices; he exchanges a commodity for a commodity and a similar one, with the addition of silver and gold; The ships are loaded with gold treasury and sent home. He found a treasured gift for his eldest daughter: a crown with semi-precious stones, and from them it is light on a dark night, as if on a white day. He also found a treasured gift for his middle daughter: a crystal toilette, and in it all the beauty of the heavenly places is visible, and, looking into it, the girlish beauty does not grow old, but is added. He just cannot find the treasured gift for the smaller, beloved daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in this world.

He found in the gardens of the royal, royal and sultan's many scarlet flowers of such beauty that one cannot say in a fairy tale or write with a pen; Yes, no one gives him guarantees that there is no more beautiful flower in this world; and he doesn't think so either. Here he is riding along the road with his faithful servants across loose sands, through dense forests, and, out of nowhere, robbers, Busurman, Turkish and Indian, flew at him, and, seeing the imminent misfortune, the honest merchant abandons his rich caravans with his servants faithful and flees into the dark forests. "Let the fierce beasts tear me to pieces, than to fall into the hands of robbers, filthy and live out my life in captivity, in captivity."

He wanders through that dense forest, impassable, impassable, and as he goes further, the road becomes better, as if the trees part in front of him, and often the bushes move apart. He looks back - he can’t put his hands through, he looks to the right - stumps and decks, the hare can’t slip through, he looks to the left - and even worse. The honest merchant marvels, he thinks he won’t come up with what kind of miracle is happening to him, but he himself goes on and on: the road is torn under his feet. He goes from morning to evening, he does not hear the roar of an animal, nor the hiss of a snake, nor the cry of an owl, nor the voice of a bird: exactly around him everything died out. Here came and dark night; around him at least gouge out an eye, but under his feet it is light. Here he goes, read, until midnight and began to see ahead like a glow, and he thought: "It can be seen that the forest is on fire, so why should I go there to certain death, inevitable?"

He turned back - you can't go; right, left - you can not go; poked forward - the road is torn. "Let me stand in one place - maybe the glow will go in the other direction, al away from me, al will go out completely."

So he became, waiting; Yes, it wasn’t there: the glow seemed to be coming towards him, and it seemed as if it were getting brighter around him; he thought and thought and decided to go forward. There can be no two deaths, but one cannot be avoided. The merchant crossed himself and went forward. The farther it goes, the brighter it becomes, and it became, read like a white day, and you don’t hear the noise and cod of a fireman. At the end, he comes out into a wide clearing, and in the middle of that wide clearing stands a house not a house, a hall not a hall, but a royal or royal palace, all in fire, in silver and gold and in semi-precious stones, all burning and shining, but you can’t see the fire ; exactly the sun is red, it is hard for the eyes to look at it indo. All the windows in the palace are closed, and consonant music is playing in it, which he has never heard before.

He enters into a wide courtyard, through a wide open gate; the road went from white marble, and fountains of water, high, large and small, beat on the sides. He enters the palace by a staircase lined with crimson cloth, with gilded railings; entered the upper room - there is no one; in another, in the third - there is no one; in the fifth, tenth, there is no one; and the decoration everywhere is royal, unheard of and unseen: gold, silver, oriental crystal, ivory and mammoth.

The honest merchant marvels at such unspeakable wealth, and twice as much that there is no owner; not only the master, and there are no servants; and the music plays incessantly; and at that time he thought to himself: “Everything is fine, but there is nothing to eat,” and a table appeared in front of him, cleaned and disassembled: sugar dishes, and overseas wines, and honey drinks stand in gold and silver dishes. He sat down at the table without hesitation: he got drunk, ate his fill, because he had not eaten for a whole day; the food is such that it’s impossible to say, and look that you swallow your tongue, and he, walking through the forests and sands, is very hungry; he got up from the table, and there was no one to bow to and say thank you for the bread for the salt. Before he had time to get up and look around, the table with the food was gone, and the music played incessantly.

An honest merchant marvels at such a wonderful miracle and such a wondrous diva, and he walks around the decorated chambers and admires, and he himself thinks: “It would be nice now to sleep and snore,” and he sees that there is a carved bed in front of him, of pure gold, on crystal legs. , with a silver canopy, with a fringe and pearl tassels; down jacket on it, like a mountain, lies, soft, swan down.

The merchant marvels at such a new, new and wonderful miracle; he lays down on a high bed, pulls the silver canopy and sees that it is thin and soft, like silk. It became dark in the ward, exactly at twilight, and the music seemed to be playing from afar, and he thought: “Oh, if only I could see my daughters even in my dreams!” and fell asleep at that very moment.

The merchant wakes up, and the sun has already risen above a standing tree. The merchant woke up, and suddenly he couldn’t come to his senses: all night long he saw in a dream his amiable, good and pretty daughters, and he saw his elder daughters: the eldest and the middle one, that they were cheerful, cheerful, and sad one daughter was smaller, beloved; that the eldest and middle daughters have rich suitors and that they are going to get married without waiting for his father's blessing; the younger daughter, beloved, a beauty written, does not want to hear about suitors until her dear father returns. And it became in his heart both joyful and joyless.

He got up from the high bed, everything was prepared for him, and a fountain of water beats into a crystal bowl; he dresses, washes, and does not marvel at the new miracle: tea and coffee are on the table, and with them a sugar snack. Having prayed to God, he ate his fill and he again began to walk around the wards, in order to admire them again in the light of the red sun. Everything seemed better to him than yesterday. Here he sees through the open windows, that outlandish, prolific gardens are planted around the palace, and flowers bloom of indescribable beauty. He wanted to take a walk in those gardens.

He descends another staircase, made of green marble, of copper malachite, with gilded railings, descends straight into green gardens. He walks and admires: ripe, ruddy fruits hang on the trees, they themselves ask for it in the mouth; indo, looking at them, drooling; beautiful flowers bloom, terry, fragrant, painted with all sorts of colors, birds fly unprecedented: as if laid out on green and crimson velvet with gold and silver, they sing songs of paradise; fountains of water beat high, indo to look at their height - the head throws back; and the spring keys run and rustle along the crystal decks.

An honest merchant walks, marveling; his eyes wandered at all such curiosities, and he did not know what to look at and whom to listen to. Whether he walked so much, how little time - it is not known: soon the fairy tale is told, not soon the deed is done. And suddenly he sees, on a green hillock, a flower blooms with the color of scarlet, beauty unprecedented and unheard of, which cannot be said in a fairy tale, nor written with a pen. An honest merchant's spirit is busy, he approaches that flower; the smell of a flower runs smoothly throughout the garden; the merchant's hands and feet trembled, and he exclaimed in a joyful voice:

Here is a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful in the world, about which my younger, beloved daughter asked me.

And having spoken these words, he went up and plucked a scarlet flower. At the same moment, without any clouds, lightning flashed and thunder struck, indo the earth shook underfoot - and rose, as if from under the ground, in front of the merchant: the beast is not a beast, a man is not a man, but some kind of monster, terrible and furry, and he roared in a wild voice:

What did you do? How dare you pluck my reserved, beloved flower in my garden? I kept him more than the apple of my eye and consoled myself every day, looking at him, and you deprived me of all the joy in my life. I am the owner of the palace and the garden, I received you as a dear and invited guest, fed, watered and put you to bed, and you somehow paid for my good? Know your bitter fate: you will die for your guilt an untimely death! ..

You will die an untimely death!

An honest merchant never got a tooth on a tooth for fear; he looked around and saw that from all sides, from under every tree and bush, from the water, from the earth, an unclean and innumerable force was climbing towards him, all ugly monsters.

He fell on his knees before the largest master, a furry monster, and exclaimed in a plaintive voice:

Oh, you, honest lord, a forest beast, a miracle of the sea: how to magnify you - I don’t know, I don’t know! Do not destroy my Christian soul for my innocent insolence, do not order me to be cut and executed, order me to say a word. And I have three daughters, three beautiful daughters, good and pretty; I promised to bring them a gift: for the eldest daughter - a semi-precious crown, for the middle daughter - a crystal toilette, and for the younger daughter - a scarlet flower, which would not be more beautiful in the world. I found a gift for the eldest daughters, but I could not find a gift for the younger daughter; I saw such a gift in your garden - a scarlet flower, which is not more beautiful in the world, and I thought that such a rich, rich, glorious and powerful owner would not feel sorry for the scarlet flower, which my younger daughter, beloved, asked for. I repent of my guilt before your majesty. Forgive me, unreasonable and stupid, let me go to my dear daughters and give me a scarlet flower for the gift of my smaller, beloved daughter. I will pay you the gold treasury that you require.

Laughter resounded through the forest, as if thunder rumbled, and the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, said to the merchant:

I do not need your golden treasury: I have nowhere to put mine. You have no mercy from me, and my faithful servants will tear you into pieces, into small pieces. There is one salvation for you. I will let you go home unharmed, I will reward you with an uncountable treasury, I will give you a scarlet flower, if you give me an honest merchant’s word and a note from your hand that you will send one of your daughters instead of yourself, good, pretty; I will not do any offense to her, but she will live with me in honor and freedom, as you yourself lived in my palace. It has become boring for me to live alone, and I want to get myself a comrade.

And so the merchant fell on the damp earth, shedding bitter tears; and he will look at the beast of the forest, at the miracle of the sea, and he will also remember his daughters, good, handsome, and even more than that, he will scream in a heart-rending voice: the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, was painfully terrible.

For a long time, the honest merchant is killed and sheds tears, and he will exclaim in a plaintive voice:

Honest lord, beast of the forest, marvel of the sea! And what should I do if my daughters, good and handsome, do not want to go to you of their own free will? Do not tie my hands and feet to them and send them by force? And how do you get there? I went to you for exactly two years, and in what places, along what paths, I don’t know.

The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, will speak to the merchant:

I do not want a slave, let your daughter come here out of love for you, with her own will and desire; and if your daughters do not go of their own free will and desire, then come yourself, and I will order you to be executed by a cruel death. And how to come to me is not your problem; I will give you a ring from my hand: whoever puts it on the right little finger, he will find himself where he wants, in a single moment. I give you time to stay at home for three days and three nights.

The merchant thought, thought, a strong thought and came up with this: “It’s better for me to see my daughters, give them my parental blessing, and if they don’t want to save me from death, then prepare for death on a Christian duty and return to forest animal, a miracle of the sea. "Falseness was not in his mind, and therefore he told what he had in mind. The beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, already knew them; seeing his truth, he did not take a note from him by hand, but he removed a golden ring from his hand and gave it to an honest merchant.

And only the honest merchant managed to put it on his right little finger, as he found himself at the gate of his wide courtyard; at that time, his rich caravans with faithful servants entered the same gate, and they brought treasury and goods three times against the former. There was a noise and hubbub in the house, the daughters jumped up from behind their hoops, and they embroidered silk fly with silver and gold; they began to kiss their father, pardon and different affectionate names call, and the two older sisters fawn more than the younger sister. They see that the father is somehow unhappy and that there is sadness hidden in his heart. The eldest daughters began to interrogate him if he had lost his great wealth; the younger daughter does not think about wealth, and she says to her parent:

I don't need your riches; Wealth is a gainful business, and you open to me your grief of the heart.

And then the honest merchant will say to his daughters, dear, good and comely:

I did not lose my great wealth, but I made three or four times the treasury; but I have another sadness, and I will tell you about it tomorrow, but today we will have fun.

He ordered to bring travel chests, bound with iron; he took out for his eldest daughter a golden crown, Arabian gold, does not burn on fire, does not rust in water, with semi-precious stones; takes out a present for the middle daughter, a toilet for the crystal of the east; takes out a gift for the younger daughter, a golden jug with a scarlet flower. The eldest daughters went crazy with joy, took their gifts to the tall towers, and there, in the open, they amused themselves to their fill. Only the younger daughter, beloved, seeing the scarlet flower, trembled all over and wept, as if something had stung her heart.

When her father speaks to her, these are the words:

Well, my dear, beloved daughter, do you not take your desired flower? There is nothing more beautiful than him in the world!

The smaller daughter took the little scarlet flower exactly reluctantly, kisses her father's hands, and she herself cries with burning tears. Soon the older daughters came running, they tried their father's gifts and cannot come to their senses with joy. Then they all sat down at oak tables, at tablecloths, at sugar dishes, at honey drinks; they began to eat, drink, cool off, console themselves with affectionate speeches.

In the evening, the guests came in large numbers, and the merchant's house became full of dear guests, relatives, saints, hangers-on. The conversation continued until midnight, and such was the evening feast, which an honest merchant had never seen in his house, and where everything came from, he could not guess, and everyone marveled at it: both gold and silver dishes and outlandish dishes, which were never in the house did not see.

In the morning the merchant called his eldest daughter to him, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from a cruel death and go to live with the wild beast, with the miracle of the sea.

The eldest daughter flatly refused and said:

The honest merchant called another daughter, the middle one, to her, told her everything that had happened to him, everything from word to word, and asked if she wanted to save him from a fierce death and go to live with the forest beast, the miracle of the sea.

The middle daughter flatly refused and said:

Let that daughter help out her father, for whom he got the scarlet flower.

The honest merchant called his younger daughter and began to tell her everything, everything from word to word, and before he had finished his speech, the younger, beloved daughter knelt before him and said:

Bless me, my lord, my dear father: I will go to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, and I will live with him. You got a scarlet flower for me, and I need to help you out.

The honest merchant burst into tears, he embraced his younger daughter, his beloved, and said to her these words:

My dear daughter, good, handsome, smaller and beloved! May my parental blessing be upon you that you rescue your father from a fierce death and, of your own free will and desire, go to a life opposite to a terrible forest beast, a miracle of the sea. You will live in his palace, in wealth and great freedom; but where is that palace - no one knows, no one knows, and there is no way to it either on horseback, or on foot, or a jumping beast, or a migratory bird. We will not hear or hear from you, and even more so about us. And how can I live out my bitter age, not seeing your face, not hearing your affectionate speeches? I part with you for all eternity, I bury you alive in the ground.

And the younger daughter, beloved, will say to her father:

Do not cry, do not grieve, my dear sovereign, dear father: my life will be rich, free; the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, I will not be afraid, I will serve him faithfully, fulfill his master's will, and maybe he will take pity on me. Do not mourn me alive, as if dead: maybe, God willing, I will return to you.

The honest merchant cries, weeps, he is not comforted by such speeches.

The older sisters, the big one and the middle one, come running, crying all over the house: you see, it hurts them to feel sorry for the younger sister, beloved; and the younger sister does not seem sad, does not cry, does not groan, and the unknown is going on a long journey. And he takes with him a scarlet flower in a gilded jug

The third day and the third night passed, the time came for the honest merchant to part, to part with the younger, beloved daughter; he kisses, pardons her, pours burning tears over her and places his parental blessing on the cross. He takes out the ring of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea from the forged casket, puts the ring on the right little finger of the younger, beloved daughter - and she was gone in the same minute with all her belongings.

She found herself in the palace of a forest animal, a miracle of the sea, in high, stone chambers, on a bed of carved gold with crystal legs, on a down jacket of swan down covered with golden damask, she didn’t even leave her place, she lived here for a whole century, exactly went to bed and woke up. The consonant music began to play, which she had never heard before.

She got up from the downy bed and saw that all her belongings and a scarlet flower in a gilded jug were right there, laid out and arranged on tables of green copper malachite, and that in that ward there was a lot of good and all kinds of belongings, there is something to sit, lie down, eat what to wear, what to look at. And there was one wall all mirrored, and the other wall gilded, and the third wall all silver, and the fourth wall made of ivory and mammoth bone, all dismantled with semi-precious yakhonts; and she thought, "This must be my bedchamber."

She wanted to inspect the whole palace, and she went to inspect all its high chambers, and she walked for a long time, admiring all the curiosities; one chamber was more beautiful than the other, and more beautiful than that, as the honest merchant, the sovereign of her dear father, told. She took her beloved scarlet flower from a gilded jar, she descended into the green gardens, and the birds sang their songs of paradise to her, and the trees, bushes and flowers waved their tops and bowed exactly before her; higher up, fountains of water gushed and the spring springs rustled louder, and she found that high place, a mound of ant, on which an honest merchant picked a scarlet flower, the most beautiful of which is not in the world. And she took out that scarlet flower from a gilded jug and wanted to plant it in its former place; but he himself flew out of her hands and adhered to the former stem and blossomed more beautifully than before.

She marveled at such a wonderful miracle, marvelous marvel, rejoiced at her scarlet, cherished flower, and went back to her palace chambers, and in one of them the table was laid, and only she thought: “It can be seen, the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, is not angry with me and he will be a merciful lord to me," as fiery words appeared on the white marble wall:

"I am not your master, but an obedient slave. You are my mistress, and whatever you wish, whatever comes into your mind, I will fulfill with pleasure."

She read the fiery words, and they disappeared from the white marble wall, as if they had never been there. And she thought to write a letter to her parent and give him news about herself. Before she had time to think about it, she sees that paper lies in front of her, a golden pen with an inkwell. She writes a letter to her dear father and her beloved sisters:

"Do not cry for me, do not grieve, I live in the palace of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, like a princess; I do not see or hear him myself, but he writes to me on the white marble wall with fiery words; and he knows everything that I have on thought, and at that very moment he fulfills everything, and he does not want to be called my master, but he calls me his mistress.

Before she had time to write a letter and seal it with a seal, the letter disappeared from her hands and from her eyes, as if it had never been there. Music began to play more than ever, sugar dishes, honey drinks, all the crockery of pure gold appeared on the table. She sat down at the table cheerfully, although she never dined alone; she ate, drank, cooled herself, amused herself with music. After dinner, having eaten, she lay down to rest; the music began to play quieter and further away - for the reason that it should not interfere with her sleep.

After sleep, she got up cheerfully and again went for a walk through the green gardens, because before dinner she had not had time to go around even half of them, to look at all their curiosities. All trees, bushes and flowers bowed before her, and ripe fruits - pears, peaches and bulk apples - climbed into her mouth. After a long time, read until evening, she returned to her high chambers, and she sees: the table is set, and on the table there are sugar dishes and honey drinks, and all are excellent.

After supper, she entered that white marble chamber where she read fiery words on the wall, and she sees the same fiery words again on the same wall:

"Is my lady satisfied with her gardens and chambers, food and servants?"

Do not call me your mistress, but be you always my good master, affectionate and merciful. I will never act out of your will. Thank you for all your food. It is better not to find your high chambers and your green gardens in this world: then how can I not be pleased? I have never seen such wonders in my life. I won’t come to my senses from such a diva, only I’m afraid to rest alone; in all your high chambers there is not a human soul.

Fiery words appeared on the wall:

"Do not be afraid, my beautiful mistress: you will not rest alone, your hay girl, faithful and beloved, is waiting for you; and there are many human souls in the chambers, but only you do not see or hear them, and all of them, together with me, protect you and day and night: we won’t let the wind blow on you, we won’t let even a speck of dust sit down.”

And she went to rest in the bedchamber of her young daughter, a merchant, a beautiful woman, and she sees: her hay girl, faithful and beloved, is standing by the bed, and she is standing a little alive from fear; and she rejoiced at her mistress and kissed her white hands, hugged her frisky legs. The lady was also glad to see her, and began to question her about her dear father, about her elder sisters, and about all her maiden servants; after that she began to tell herself what had happened to her at that time; so they did not sleep until the white dawn.

And so the young daughter of a merchant, a hand-written beauty, began to live and live. Every day, new, rich outfits are ready for her, and decorations are such that they have no price, neither in a fairy tale to say, nor to write with a pen; every day, new, excellent treats and fun: riding, walking with music on chariots without horses and harness through dark forests, and those forests parted before her and gave her a wide, wide and smooth road. And she began to do needlework, girlish needlework, embroider fly with silver and gold and string fringes with frequent pearls; she began to send gifts to her dear father, and she gave the richest fly to her owner, affectionate, and also to that forest animal, a miracle of the sea; and day by day she began to walk more often in the white marble hall, speak affectionate speeches to her gracious master and read his answers and greetings on the wall in fiery words.

You never know, how much time has passed by that time: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done, - the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, began to get used to her life and being; she no longer marvels at anything, fears nothing; invisible servants serve her, serve, receive, ride in chariots without horses, play music and fulfill all her commands. And she loved her merciful master day by day, and she saw that it was not for nothing that he called her his mistress and that he loved her more than himself; and she wanted to listen to his voice, she wanted to have a conversation with him, without going into the white marble chamber, without reading the fiery words.

She began to pray and ask him about it, but the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, would not soon agree to her request, she was afraid to frighten her with her voice; she begged, she begged her gentle master, and he could not resist her, and he wrote to her for the last time on the white marble wall in fiery words:

"Come today to the green garden, sit in your beloved arbor, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and say this:" Speak to me, my faithful slave.

And a short time later, a young merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written, ran into the green gardens, entered her beloved arbor, braided with leaves, branches, flowers, and sat down on a brocade bench; and she says breathlessly, her heart beats like a bird caught, she says these words:

Do not be afraid, my kind, gentle lord, to frighten me with your voice: after all your favors, I will not be afraid of the roar of an animal; talk to me without fear.

And she heard exactly who sighed behind the arbor, and a terrible voice rang out, wild and loud, hoarse and hoarse, and even then he spoke in an undertone. At first, the merchant’s young daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, shuddered when she heard the voice of the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, but she controlled her fear and did not show the appearance that she was frightened, and soon she began to listen to his gentle and friendly words, smart and reasonable speeches and listened, and her heart was filled with joy.

From that time, from that time, they began to talk, read, all day long - in the green garden for festivities, in dark forests for skating, and in all the high chambers. Only a young merchant's daughter, a written beauty, will ask:

Are you here, my kind, beloved lord?

The forest beast answers, the miracle of the sea:

Here, my beautiful mistress, your faithful slave, unfailing friend.

How little, how much time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not done soon, - the young daughter of the merchant, the beautiful hand-written, wanted to see with her own eyes the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, and she began to ask him and pray about it. For a long time he does not agree to this, he is afraid to frighten her, and he was such a monster that he could not speak in a fairy tale or write with a pen; not only people, wild animals were always afraid of him and fled to their lairs. And the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, says these words:

Do not ask, do not beg me, my beautiful lady, my beloved beauty, that I show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. You got used to my voice; we live with you in friendship, harmony, with each other, honor, we are not separated, and you love me for my unspeakable love for you, and when you see me, terrible and disgusting, you will hate me, unfortunate, you will drive me out of sight, and in separation from you I will die of longing.

The young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, did not listen to such speeches, and began to pray even more than before, swearing that she would not be afraid of any monster in the world and that she would not stop loving her gracious master, and said to him these words:

If you are an old man - be my grandfather, if you are a middle-aged man - be my uncle, if you are young - be my brother, and as long as I am alive - be my heartfelt friend.

For a long, long time, the forest animal, the miracle of the sea, did not succumb to such words, but could not resist the requests and tears of its beauty, and says this word to her:

I cannot be opposite you for the reason that I love you more than myself; I will fulfill your desire, although I know that I will ruin my happiness and die an untimely death. Come to the green garden at gray twilight, when the red sun sets behind the forest, and say: "Show me, faithful friend!" - and I will show you my disgusting face, my ugly body. And if it becomes unbearable for you to stay with me anymore, I don’t want your bondage and eternal torment: you will find in your bedchamber, under your pillow, my gold-ring. Put it on your right little finger - and you will find yourself at the father's, and you will never hear anything about me.

She was not afraid, she was not afraid, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, firmly relied on herself. At that time, without a moment's hesitation, she went into the green garden to wait for the appointed hour, and when the gray twilight came, the red sun sank behind the forest, she said: "Show me, my faithful friend!" - and a forest beast appeared to her from afar, a miracle of the sea: it only passed across the road and disappeared in thick bushes, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, did not see the light, threw up her white hands, screamed in a heart-rending voice and fell on the road without memory. Yes, and the beast of the forest was terrible, a miracle of the sea: crooked arms, animal nails on the hands, horse legs, great camel humps in front and behind, all hairy from top to bottom, boar tusks protruded from the mouth, a hooked nose, like a golden eagle, and eyes were owls. .

After lying down for a long time, not enough time, the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful woman, came to her senses, and she heard: someone was crying near her, poured with burning tears and said in a pitiful voice:

You ruined me, my beautiful beloved, I won’t see your beautiful face anymore, you won’t even want to hear me, and it’s time for me to die an untimely death.

And she felt sorry and ashamed, and she mastered her great fear and her timid girlish heart, and she spoke in a firm voice:

No, do not be afraid of anything, my lord is kind and affectionate, I will not be more afraid of your terrible appearance, I will not be separated from you, I will not forget your favors; Show yourself to me now in your old form: I was only frightened for the first time.

A forest animal appeared to her, a miracle of the sea, in its terrible, opposite, ugly form, but did not dare to come close to her, no matter how much she called him; they walked until the dark night and carried on their former conversations, affectionate and reasonable, and the young daughter of the merchant, a beautiful hand-written, did not smell any fear. The next day she saw a forest beast, a miracle of the sea, in the light of a red sun, and although at first, looking at it, she was frightened, but did not show it, and soon her fear completely passed.

Then their conversations went on even more than before: day-to-day, almost, they were not separated, at lunch and dinner they were saturated with sugary dishes, cooled off with honey drinks, walked through green gardens, rode without horses through dark forests.

And a lot of time has passed: soon the fairy tale is told, the deed is not soon done. One day, a young merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, dreamed in a dream that her father was unwell; and a vigilant melancholy fell upon her, and in that melancholy and tears the beast of the forest, a miracle of the sea, saw her, and twisted strongly and began to ask why she was in anguish, in tears? She told him her unkind dream and began to ask him for permission to see her dear father and her beloved sisters.

And the beast of the forest will speak to her, the miracle of the sea:

And why do you need my permission? You have my golden ring, put it on your right little finger and you will find yourself in the house of your dear father. Stay with him until you get bored, and only I will tell you: if you do not return in exactly three days and three nights, then I will not be in this world, and I will die that very minute for the reason that I love you more, than myself, and I can't live without you.

She began to assure with cherished words and oaths that exactly an hour before three days and three nights he returns to his lofty chambers.

She said goodbye to her gentle and merciful master, put on a gold ring on her right little finger and found herself in the wide courtyard of an honest merchant, her dear father. She goes to the high porch of his stone chambers; the servants and servants of the yard ran up to her, raised a noise and shout; the kind sisters came running and, seeing her, were amazed at her maidenly beauty and her royal, royal attire; the whites grabbed her by the arms and led her to the dear father, and the father is unwell, unhealthy and unhappy, remembering her day and night, shedding bitter tears. And he did not remember for joy when he saw his daughter, dear, good, handsome, smaller, beloved, and he marveled at her girlish beauty, her royal, royal outfit.

For a long time they kissed, had mercy, consoled themselves with affectionate speeches. She told her dear father and her older, kind sisters, about her life with the forest beast, the miracle of the sea, everything from word to word, not hiding a crumb. And the honest merchant rejoiced at her rich, royal, royal life, and marveled at how she was used to looking at her terrible master and was not afraid of the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea; he himself, remembering him, trembled. The elder sisters, hearing about the untold riches of the younger sister and about her royal power over her master, as if over her slave, became envious of the Indo.

The day passes like a single hour, another day passes like a minute, and on the third day the older sisters began to persuade the younger sister not to turn back to the forest beast, the miracle of the sea. “Let him die, and there is dear to him ...” And the dear guest, the younger sister, was angry with the older sisters, and said to them these words:

If I pay my lord kind and affectionate for all his favors and hot, unspeakable love with his fierce death, then I won’t be worth living in this world, and then it’s worth giving me to wild animals to be torn to pieces.

And her father, an honest merchant, praised her for such good speeches, and it was supposed that exactly an hour before the deadline she returned to the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, a good daughter, handsome, smaller, beloved. But the sisters were annoyed, and they conceived a cunning deed, a cunning and unkind deed: they took and set all the clocks in the house a whole hour ago, and the honest merchant and all his faithful servants, the servants of the yard, did not know that.

And when the real hour came, the young merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written, began to have a heart ache and ache, something exactly began to wash her away, and she looks at her father's watch, English, German, - and it's still too early for her to start long way. And the sisters talk to her, ask about this and that, detain her. However, her heart could not bear it; the younger daughter, beloved, beautifully hand-written, said goodbye to an honest merchant, a dear father, received a parental blessing from him, said goodbye to her elder sisters, amiable, faithful servants, servants of the yard, and, without waiting for a single minute before the appointed hour, put on a gold ring on the right little finger and found herself in a white-stone palace, in the chambers of a tall forest beast, a miracle of the sea; and, marveling that he did not meet her, she cried out in a loud voice:

Where are you, my good lord, my faithful friend? Why don't you meet me? I came back ahead of time appointed for a whole hour and a minute.

There was no answer, no greeting, the silence was dead; in the green gardens the birds did not sing the songs of paradise, the fountains of water did not beat, and spring springs did not rustle, music did not play in the high chambers. The heart of the merchant's daughter, a beauty of writing, trembled, she sensed something unkind; she ran around the high chambers and green gardens, calling in a loud voice to her kind master - nowhere is there an answer, no greeting, and no voice of obedience. She ran to the ant hillock, where her favorite scarlet flower flaunted, and she sees that the forest animal, the miracle of the sea, lies on the hillock, clasping the scarlet flower with its ugly paws. And it seemed to her that he had fallen asleep, waiting for her, and now he was sleeping soundly. The merchant's daughter, a beautiful hand-written woman, began to wake him up slowly - he does not hear; she began to wake him up stronger, grabbed him by the shaggy paw - and sees that the beast of the forest, the miracle of the sea, is lifeless, dead ...

Her clear eyes became dimmed, her frisky legs gave way, she fell on her knees, hugged the head of her good lord, her ugly and nasty head, with her white hands, and yelled in a heart-rending voice:

You get up, wake up, my hearty friend, I love you like a desired groom! ..

And as soon as she uttered such words, lightning flashed from all sides, the earth shook from a great thunder, a stone thunder arrow struck the ant hillock, and the young daughter of a merchant, a beautiful hand-written woman, fell unconscious.

How much, how little time she lay without memory - I do not know; only, waking up, she sees herself in a high white marble chamber, she sits on a golden throne with precious stones, and a young prince hugs her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown, in gold-forged clothes; in front of him stands his father with his sisters, and a great retinue kneeling around him, all dressed in gold and silver brocades. And the young prince will speak to her, a handsome hand-written man, on his head with a royal crown:

You loved me, darling beauty, in the form of an ugly monster, for my kind soul and love for you; love me now in human form, be my desired bride. The evil sorceress was angry with my deceased parent, the glorious and powerful king, stole me, still a minor, and with her satanic sorcery, with her unclean power, turned me into a terrible monster and cast such a spell to live in such an ugly form, opposite and terrible for everyone. man, for every creature of God, until there is a red maiden, no matter what kind and rank she may be, and she will love me in the form of a monster and wish to be my lawful wife - and then all witchcraft will end, and I will again become a young man and handsome. And I lived as such a monster and a scarecrow for exactly thirty years, and I lured eleven red maidens into my palace, enchanted, and you were the twelfth. None of them loved me for my caresses and indulgences, for my good soul.

You alone loved me, a disgusting and ugly monster, for my caresses and pleasing, for my good soul, for my inexpressible love for you, and for that you will be the wife of a glorious king, a queen in a mighty kingdom.

Then everyone marveled at that, the retinue bowed to the ground. The honest merchant gave his blessing to his younger, beloved daughter, and to the young prince-king. And the elder, envious sisters, and all the faithful servants, the great boyars and the knights of the military, congratulated the groom and the bride, and without a moment's hesitation set about a merry feast and for the wedding, and began to live and live, to make good. I myself was there, I drank beer and honey, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.

Tell me, uncle, it's not for nothing
Moscow burned by fire
given to the French?
After all, there were fighting battles,
Yes, they say, what else!
No wonder the whole of Russia remembers
About the day of Borodin!

Yes, there were people in our time,
Not like the current tribe:
Bogatyrs - not you!
They got a bad share:
Few returned from the field ...
Do not be the Lord's will,
They wouldn't give up Moscow!

We retreated silently for a long time,
It was annoying, they were waiting for the battle,
The old people grumbled:
"What are we? on winter quarters?
Do not dare, or something, commanders
Aliens tear up their uniforms
About Russian bayonets?

And here we found a large field:
There is a roam where at will!
They built a redoubt.
Our ears are on top!
A little morning lit up the guns
And forests blue tops -
The French are right here.

I scored a charge in the cannon tight
And I thought: I will treat a friend!
Wait a minute, brother Musyu!
What is there to be cunning, perhaps for battle;
We will go to break the wall,
Let's keep our heads up
For your homeland!

For two days we were in a skirmish.
What's the use of such nonsense?
We waited the third day.
Everywhere speeches began to be heard:
"Time to get to the buckshot!"
And here on the field of a formidable battle
The night shadow fell.

I lay down to take a nap at the gun carriage,
And it was heard before dawn,
How the French rejoiced.
But our open bivouac was quiet:
Who cleaned the shako all battered,
Who sharpened the bayonet, grumbling angrily,
Biting a long mustache.

And the sky just lit up
Everything suddenly stirred,
The formation flashed behind the formation.
Our colonel was born with a grip:
Servant to the king, father to the soldiers...
Yes, sorry for him: struck by damask steel,
He sleeps in the damp earth.

And he said, his eyes sparkling:
"Guys! isn't Moscow behind us?
Let's die near Moscow
How our brothers died!"
And we promised to die
And the oath of allegiance was kept
We are in the battle of Borodino.

Well, it was a day! Through the flying smoke
The French moved like clouds
And all to our redoubt.
Lancers with colorful badges,
Dragoons with ponytails
All flashed before us
Everyone has been here.

You will not see such battles! ..
Worn banners like shadows
Fire gleamed in the smoke
Damask steel sounded, buckshot screeched,
The hand of the fighters is tired of stabbing,
And prevented the nuclei from flying
A mountain of bloody bodies.

The enemy knew a lot that day,
What does the Russian fight remote mean,
Our hand-to-hand combat!
The earth was shaking - like our chests,
Mixed in a bunch of horses, people,
And the volleys of a thousand guns
Merged into a long howl ...

Here it is dark. Were all ready
In the morning start a new fight
And stand until the end...
Here the drums crackle -
And the busurmans retreated.
Then we began to count the wounds,
Count comrades.

Yes, there were people in our time,
Mighty, dashing tribe:
Bogatyrs are not you.
They got a bad share:
Few returned from the field.
If it weren't for God's will,
They wouldn't give up Moscow!

Find the terms in the verse: Epithet, comparison, metaphor, hyperbole, oxymoron, personification, litote, allegory. morality, gradation, inversion, rhythm, rhyme, rhetorical question, culmination, metonymy, synecdoche, lyrical hero. What you find is what you find. Help anyway! Thank you.

Main characters

• The merchant is a businesslike and honest person, travels a lot, loves his family. Always keeps this promise
• The monster is the owner of a wonderful flower that the merchant's youngest daughter dreams of. Beneath the repulsive appearance of the monster lies a prince with a kind, sensitive heart. Fulfills all the wishes of the youngest daughter of the merchant and dies of love.
• Merchant's youngest daughter- a beautiful, sympathetic girl. Loves his father. Like him, he keeps his word. Little interest in material comforts. He admires the inner world of a person, his actions, and not the external appearance.
• The eldest and middle daughters of the merchant- envious and greedy people. They are only interested in their own happiness and well-being.

The plot of the work

The merchant goes on a business trip. Before that, he asks his daughters what to bring as a gift. The youngest daughter Nastenka asks her father to bring her a scarlet flower.

When the merchant found and plucked the treasured flower for Nastenka, he was overtaken by a terrible monster. The monster released the flower thief only on the condition that one of the merchant's daughters of her own free will come to live in his palace. The merchant promised to return himself or send one of his daughters to the owner of the flower. He puts on a ring from the monster and finds himself at home.

The merchant gives Nastenka a flower and tells the family on what conditions he is allowed to go home. Nastenka volunteers to go to the monster in order to save her beloved father from the death.

In the palace, Nastenka did not see the monster for a long time. She only saw how it cares about her well-being. Every day she was imbued with sympathy and love for him.

When the monster and Nastenka met personally, the girl did not change her mind about the owner of the scarlet flower. She told him how she misses her family. The monster lets Nastenka go home with a magic ring and gifts for the household for three days. If Nastenka does not return on time, the monster says that he will die. The girl promises to return on time.

At home, Nastenka gives the sisters gifts from the monster. They are jealous of the well-being of their younger sister and turn back the clock. The girl feels the deceit in her heart and goes earlier to the owner of the flower. The monster dies in anticipation of Nastenka at the scarlet flower.

When she returns and confesses her love to the monster, the spell falls off him. Before Nastenka, a beautiful prince appears. Young people are getting married.

Retelling plan

• 1 A merchant goes on a trip and asks his daughters what gifts to bring them. The youngest asks to bring her a scarlet flower.
• 2 The merchant quickly looks for gifts for his older daughters.
• 3 Robbers attack the merchant. He miraculously escapes in an amazing garden. There he finds a scarlet flower and plucks it for his daughter.
• 4 A terrible monster appears before the merchant. For its flower, it demands either the life of a merchant, or that one of his daughters voluntarily go to the castle to the monster.
• 5 When Nastenka hears her father's story, she decides to go captive to the monster.
• 6 In the wonderful palace, the girl does not find anyone. She lives in a palace and knows no refusal or need for anything. All her wishes are fulfilled.
• 7 Nastenka and the monster meet.
• 8 One day the girl confesses that she misses her family. The monster hands her a magic ring, tells her how to use it to be at home.
• 9 At parting, the monster admits that he will die if Nastenka does not return in three days.
• 10 The youngest daughter is at home, giving gifts to her sisters. They envy their sister and turn the clock back.
• 11 Nastenka is late, and the monster dies.
• 12 Nastenka finds out about the deception and hurries to the monster's palace.
• 13 She confesses her love to the owner of the flower. He comes to life, the spell falls off him. Before Nastenka is a beautiful prince.
• 14 The prince and Nastenka are getting married.