"Сказка о Мертвой царевне и семи богатырях"-1, А.С.Пушкин[ссылка]For best definition, click: [ссылка]."Сказка о Мертвой царевне и 7 богатырях" А.С.Пушкин, часть 1, производство"Союзмультфильм", СССР, Москва, 1951 годЧтобы смотреть мультик в лучшем качестве, кликните линк, приведенный ниже:To watch this video in high quality, use this link [ссылка].Please, visit my site about Russian folklore:[ссылка]Text of tale-With his suite the Tsar [ссылка] Tsaritsa tender-heartedAt the window sat alone,Wishing he would hurry [ссылка] day every day she waited,Gazing till her dedicatedEyes grew weak from overstrain,Gazing at the empty plain,Not a sign of her [ссылка] but the snowflakes hurriedHeaping drifts upon the lea.Earth was white as white could [ссылка] long months she sat and waited,Kept her vigil [ссылка] from God on Christmas EveShe a daughter did [ссылка] day early in the morning,Love and loyalty rewarding,Home again from travel farCame at last the father-Tsar.One fond glance at him she darted,Gasped for joy with thin lips parted,Then fell back upon her bedAnd by prayer-time was dead.Long the Tsar sat lonely, brooding.But he, too, was only human.Tears for one sad year he [ссылка] another woman [ссылка] (if one be strictly truthful)Was a born Tsaritsa—youthful,Slim, tall, fair to look upon,Clever, witty—and so on.But she was in equal measureStubborn, haughty, wilful, [ссылка] her dowry rich and vastWas a little [ссылка] had this unique distinction:It could speak with perfect diction.Only with this glass would sheIn a pleasant humour [ссылка] times a day she'd greet itAnd coquettishly entreat it:[ссылка] me, pretty [ссылка],Nothing but the truth, I ask:Who in all the world is fairestAnd has beauty of the [ссылка] the [ссылка] replied:"You, it cannot be denied.You in all the world are fairestAnd your beauty is the [ссылка] Tsaritsa laughed with glee,Shrugged her shoulders merrily,Puffed her cheeks and bat her eyelids,Flicked her fingers coyly, slyly,Pranced around with hand on hips,Arrogance upon her [ссылка] this time the Tsar's own daughterQuietly, as Nature taught her,Grew and grew, and came quite soonLike a flower into bloom:Raven-browed, of fair complexion,Breathing kindness and [ссылка] the choice of fianceLighted on Prince [ссылка] was [ссылка] Tsar consentedAnd her dowry was indented:Seven towns with wealthy store,Mansion-houses — sevenscore.On the night before the weddingFor a bridal party dressingThe Tsaritsa, time to pass,Chatted with her [ссылка]"Who in all the world is fairestAnd has beauty of the [ссылка] what did the glass reply?"You are fair, I can't deny.But the Princess is the fairestAnd her beauty is the rarest."Up the proud Tsaritsa jumped.On the table how she thumped,Angrily the mirror slapping,Slipper heel in fury tapping!"O you loathsome [ссылка],Telling lies as bold as brass!By what right is she my rival?Such young folly I shall [ссылка] she's grown up—me to [ссылка] wonder she's so white:With her bulging mother gazingAt that snow—what's so [ссылка] look here, explain to meHow can she the fairer be?Scour this realm of ours and seek well,Nowhere shall you find my [ссылка] not that the [ссылка] [ссылка] the [ссылка] replied:"But the Princess is the fairestAnd her beauty is the [ссылка] Tsaritsa burst with spite,Hurled the mirror out of sightUnderneath the nearest cupboard,And when breath she had recoveredSummoned Smudge, her chamber maid,And to her instructions gave:"Take the Princess to the forest,Bind her hand and foot and foreheadTo a tree! When wolves arriveLet them eat the girl [ссылка] to full text of tale (English translation):