"Сказка о мертвой царевне и семи богатырях"-3, А.С.ПушкинFor best definition, click: http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z05NR2..."Сказка о Мертвой царевне и 7 богатырях" А.С.Пушкин, часть 3,производство "Союзмультфильм", СССР, Москва, 1951 годTo watch this video in high quality,copy and paste this link:http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z05NR2...Please, visit my site about Russian folklore:http://lexis.110mb.com/folklore.html3 part textDays flew by—the Princess livingAll the time without misgivingIn the forest, never boredWith the Seven Knights abroad.Darkness would the earth still coverWhen at dawn the seven brothersWould ride out to try their luckWith a long-bow, shooting duck,Or to ply their sword in battleAnd a Saracen unsaddle,Headlong at a Tartar go,Chop his head off at a blow,Or give chase to a Circassian,From the forest send him dashing.She, as lady of the house,Rose much later, moved aboutDusting, polishing and cooking,Never once the Knights rebuking.They, too, never chided her.Days flew by like gossamer.And in time they grew to love her.Thereupon all seven brothersShortly after dawn one dayTo her chamber made their wayAnd the Eldest Knight addressed her:"As you know, you are our sister.But all seven of us hereAre in love with you, my dear,And we all desire your favours.But that must not be. God save us!Find some way to give us peace!Be a wife to one at least,To the rest remain a sister!But you shake your head. Is this toSay our offer you refuse?Nothing from our stock you'll choose?""O my brave and bonny brothers,Virtuous beyond all others!"In reply the Princess'said,"God in heaven strike me deadIf my answer be not honest:I've no choice—my hand is promised!You're all equal in my eyes,All so valiant and wise,And I love you all, dear brothers!But my heart is to anotherPledged for evermore. One dayI shall wed Prince Yelisei!"Hushed, the brothers kept their station,Scratched their foreheads in frustration."As you wish! So now we know,"Said the Eldest with a bow."Pray forgive us—and I promiseYou'll hear nothing further from us!""I'm not angry," she replied."By my pledge I must abide."Bowing low, the seven suitorsLeft her room with passions muted.So in harmony againDid they live and friendship reign.The Tsaritsa was still lividEvery time she saw in vividMemory the Princess fair.Long the mirror, lying there,Was the object of her hatred;But at last her wrath abated.So one day it came to passThat she took the looking-glassUp again and sat before it,Smiled and, as before, implored it:"Greetings, pretty looking-glass!Tell me all the truth, I ask:Who in all the world is fairestAnd has beauty of the rarest?"Said the mirror in reply:"You are fair, I can't deny.But where Seven Knights go ridingIn a green oak-grove residingHumbly lives a person whoIs more beautiful than you."The Tsaritsa's wrath descendedOn her maid: "What folly temptedYou to lie? You disobeyed!"Smudge a full confession made...Uttering a threat of torture,The Tsaritsa grimly swore toSend the Princess to her deathOr not draw another breath. http://www.youtube.com/watch?v=z05NR2e3_68&feature=related