The Fairy Tale On The Pop And His Worker Balda By A. Pushkin Poem by Yuri Starostin

The fairy tale on the pop and his worker Balda

The pop, the pound forehead
Was live, have a life.
The pop went on the bazaar
To see something of the goods.
To meet him Balda
Go, do not knowing a way.
'What is, the father got up so early?
Why you got take? '
The pop answer them: 'I need an employee:
A cook, a stableman and a carpenter.
And where I can find this
Attendant is not too expensive? '
Balda says: 'I will serve you nicely,
Hard and very properly,
In a year for the three click on yours forehead,
To eat I get the cooked spelt'.
The pop is thoughtful,
Became to scratch his forehead.
A click to a click is different.
Yes he has counted on the russian avos.
The pop says to Balda: 'Okay.
Will not be unprofitable for both of us.
Live here on my farmstead,
Do your diligence and promtitude'.
Balda live in the pop home,
Sleep to sleep on the straw,
The eates on a four ones
The works on a seven ones;
All dances him till the light.
The harness horse, the plough band,
The flood oven do, he cake and buy all,
The bake egg, and Yes, he peel.
The pop wife to Balda have not praise,
The pop daughter is on Balda only and sad,
The pop son calling him tyatya:
He will boil the porridge, be guided with the child.
Only alone the pop does not love Balda,
Never caress him.
He thinks on the payment quite often:
The time is on and the temp is in.
The pop do not eat, not drink, can't sleep at night:
His forehead has bursting serene.
He recognize to his wife:
'So and so: what is remains? '
The baba mind is surmise,
On all tricks is promise.
His wife says, 'I know the tool,
How to remove from us this trouble:
Order to Balda service that he get no ability to bear;
And demand that he fulfilled exactly.
That you do and the forehead will relieve of a punishment
And Balda you will send without a payment '.
Got more fun at the heart of the pop
He get to look at Balda more bravely.
Here he shouts: 'Come here,
True my worker Balda.
Listen: the devils obliged to pay me
The servage till my die day;
Better an income is not necessary,
Yes there are arrears for the three years.
You eat your emmer, then
Gather the devils servage me'.
Balda, not arguing in vain with the pop,
Went and sat in the sea coast;
There he began to twist the rope
Yes to wet its end in the sea.
Now the old Devil crawl from the sea:
'Why do you, Balda, enter to us? '
- 'Yes, now by the rope I want to wrinkle the sea
Yes you, cursed tribe, I will pose out'.
The old demon the despondency took in.
'Tell me, for what is no a mild part so? '
'How is that for? You are not pay a servage
Can't remember the term;
Here the fun will show us,
To you, dogs, a great hindrance'.

- 'Buddy Balda, you wait to wrinkle the sea.
The due is full, you will receive soon.
Wait I will send to you the grandson.'
Balda thinks: 'To carry out his it is not a thing! '
The sent imp emerged,
Meowed it like a hungry kitten:
'Hello, Balda-man;
What is the servage you want?
About the quitrent the century we haven't heard,
The devils had not a such kind grief.
Well, so let it be - take it, with the agreement,
With our general sentence -
So that anyone get no a grief in the future:
Who is more faster one of us had run near the sea,
That is to get a full custom
Meanwhile, there the bag will prepared '.
Balda laughed crafty:
'Have you invented it, right?
How you to compete with me,
With me, with the very Balda?
Had sent the kind adversary!
Wait my little brother'.
Balda went in the middle grove,
Caught two bunny Yes in the bag.
He comes again to the sea,
Finds the imp at the sea.
The Balda keep one bunny for the ears:
'Dance you under our balalaika;
You are, imp, the young -one,
With me to compete, the weak-one;
It would be only the waste of a time.
Overtake at first my brother.
One, two, three! Let catch.'
Ran the imp and Bunny:
The imp go on the sea shore,
And Bunny go in the woods to the house.
Here, running the sea around,
Sticking his tongue out, get up the face,
The imp ran breathing out!
All is wet, wiped by the paw,
Thinking: his dealing will cope with Balda.
Look - and the balda iron the brother,
Saying: 'Brother, my loved,
Tired, poor beggar! get some rest, darling'.
The imp was struck dumb,
Turned the tail, he has quiet quite,
Looked on the brother by the sideways.
'Wait, ' he said, ' go for the rent'.
Went to the grandfather says: ' Trouble!
Ahead of me the youngest Balda! '
The old demon began to brood here.
And the Balda has done such a noise,
That the sea was confused
And dispersed by the waves.
The imp crawl on: 'Fully, man,
Will send to you the entire tribute
Only listen. See you this stick?
Choose your favorite markup.
Who will throw more far away the stick,
Let he carry the servage.
Well? Afraid to displace the arm?
What are you waiting for? ' 'Yes expect this cloud on:
Will hurl your stick there,
Yes and I will begun with you, devils, the dump on'.
The imp scared Yes to the father,
To tell about the Balda victory,
And Balda roar above the sea again
Yes threatened the devils by the rope.
Again the imp crawl on: 'What do you strive for?
Will be the servage to you, if you want...'
'No, ' the Balda says, -
Now my chain is,
Will order the conditions,
Ask on you, foe boy, the task.
Let's see somewhat power you got.
See: there's a gray mare?
The mare you pick up,
Yes bring it for a half mile;
Will carry the mare, the servage is yours;
Will not carry the mare, an it shall be mine.'
The poor devil
Suppose under the mare,
Be moan,
Be string,
Lifted the mare, two step stepped.
On the third fell, the legs stretched out.
And Balda to him, 'You are the stupid demon,
Where is you pose for us?
And failed by the arms to carry,
And you see, I will carry between the foot'.
Balda sat on the mare on the horseback
Yes rode the mile, so the dust is by the tower.
The imp scared and to the grandfather
Went to talk about the victory.
The devils stand in a circle,
To do is nothing do gathered the full servage
Yes shoulder the bag on the Balda.
Balda go, grunt,
And the pop, seeing the Balda, jumps up,
Hide for the wifes,
Bent by the fear.
Balda found him here,
Gave the servage, began to demand the payment.
The poor pop
Suppose the forehead:
Do the first flaw
The pop jumped up to the ceiling;
Do the second flaw
The pop lost the tongue;
And do the third flaw
The old man lose a mind.
And the Balda sentenced accusingly:
'Did not chase, pop, a cheapness'.

1831