Natasha Dol "Three fairy tales"

– God, it’s a miracle! – exclaimed the priest. – Let’s pray to God! May miracles happen in everyone’s life. Let’s thank the Almighty for a good life for all of us and for this happy couple, who today proved to us the power of true love. A whisper of thanksgiving ran through all directions.

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Three fairy tales
Galina Dolbenko

Natalia Kozlova

Natasha Dol

– God, it’s a miracle! – exclaimed the priest. – Let’s pray to God! May miracles happen in everyone’s life. Let’s thank the Almighty for a good life for all of us and for this happy couple, who today proved to us the power of true love. A whisper of thanksgiving ran through all directions.

Three fairy tales




Natasha Dol

Galina Dolbenko

Natalia Kozlova

Illustrator Natalia Dolbenko

Translator Natalia Dolbenko

© Natasha Dol, 2022

© Galina Dolbenko, 2022

© Natalia Kozlova, 2022

© Natalia Dolbenko, illustrations, 2022

© Natalia Dolbenko, translation, 2022

ISBNВ 978-5-0056-6468-6

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Envious queen

In a small town lived an ugly sick girl with her parents. They loved her and felt sorry for her, brought doctors, but in vain – the girl continued to get sick and was so thin that it seemed that the wind would blow, lift her up and take her away – she was so thin. Around the house she was only allowed to brush off the dust. She could not even lift a broom – she was so weak, although she ate well. She often caught a cold, coughed.

And then one day her father was at work, and her mother was weeding the beds inВ the garden. The girl was sitting on the porch, playing with dolls. An unexpectedly unknown woman ran up toВ her, pretty, tired and all out ofВ breath. Approached her and asked:

– Evil guys are chasing me and want to kill me, but I’m not to blame for anything. Hide me.

They had aВ hole inВ the closet under the floor, where they put supplies for the winter, if the hole inВ the kitchen under the floor was full. So the girl hid the woman there, and even locked the door. And she sits on the porch and plays with dolls. She poured water into aВ cup and watered the doll, saying:

– Drink Manyasha, beauty, or you will get sick like me.

Disheveled men run up toВ her, four ofВ them, and ask menacingly:

– Well, tell us where a young woman in a flowery dress and a polka dot scarf ran.

– Uncles, I didn’t see anyone. Not even a bird flew by. Who are you looking for? Tired, probably. And let me treat you to tea, although Manyasha has already drunk everything from me.

The peasants got even more angry, pushed the girl and searched the house, but finding nothing, they did not take anything. They looked under the floors inВ the cellar inВ the kitchen, but they did not find the woman. Angry and dissatisfied, they ran toВ look further.

The girl rubbed her bruised places, walked around the house, making sure that the pursuers had left, opened the door inВ the closet and let the woman out ofВ the darkness, and then her mother came from the garden. And heard the story:

– The pursuers are bad men. They killed a girl, my neighbor, and I myself saw everything and wanted to tell the authorities. So they chased me, but I’ve been running fast since childhood, so no one could ever catch up with me. So I came running to you. It was good that the hiding place was cunning and the killers did not find me.

The woman looked at the girl, stroked her head and said:

– I bless you for your kindness and help. I’m not a simple aunt, but a healer. I will heal you. From this day on, you will be beautiful, healthy, and when you grow up, you will marry a prince. And now I will go to the forest – there in a house in the swamps and I will live until these murderers are caught. Behind the swamp, behind the forest, my cousin lives, I can take refuge with her. For now, I can’t show myself to people, because there are envious people. They will tell the killers about me, – she tied up the scarf. – It’s already evening. I’ll go. Thank you for your help, sorry.

Then the girl’s father came, they told him what had happened. Here they all together persuaded the woman to stay overnight:

– Where are you going to go at night? Dangerously. In the morning you will start your journey.

The fugitive agreed, and early inВ the morning, just before dawn, the three ofВ them went toВ the forest toВ see her off. They took aВ saw, an ax, aВ rope and left on aВ horse, instructing their daughter toВ stay at home and not go out anywhere, not let anyoneВ in.

– Where will I go? I don’t even have girlfriends,» the girl said sadly.

So the parents went toВ the forest for aВ whole week, and the woman lived there inВ aВ hut, while they helped her repair aВ small hunting lodge so that she hid there, and then they rarely visited her. They just came toВ report that the bandits had finally been caught and she was now free toВ return home.

AВ week later, the woman returned, and not empty-handed, but with aВ pot ofВ fragrant broth. And she gave aВ pot, instructing the girl toВ drink three times aВ day after meals with aВ prayer. And she said aВ prayer:

How strong are the grasses inВ the forest,

How beautifully they bloom

And so you flourish

Gain strength day byВ day

Never get sick again.

And at that moment the sun itself smiled out the window. Parents looked at each other: how did the sun suddenly appear on this gloomyВ day?

– You really are special, – said the father.

The girl has been getting better since then. She was no longer sick, she went toВ school, her cheeks became pale pink from eternally pale, her lips became plump bows. And she became pretty inВ the face, and over time she completely became aВ beauty, that there was no one more beautiful inВ the area. Parents even began toВ fear for her. Previously, they were worried that she was ill, but now that someone might come toВ steal their beloved, because their hut was on the edge ofВ the forest, all sorts ofВ wanderers walked by. Out ofВ fear, they even brought inВ aВ large, viciousВ dog.

The girl grew up and turned into such aВ kind beauty, aВ needlewoman, like aВ fairy. Everything went well with her, she knew how toВ embroider, sew, and such things that the great masters did not even have such products.

And inВ this state there lived aВ king and aВ queen, aВ beauty, but she only did that she showed off and was jealous ofВ her husband for everyone, did not allow him toВ look at others: she wanted her toВ be the only superstar ofВ his eyes. She wanted toВ please everyone, so that everyone admired her beauty. As soon as she gets aВ little sick, she immediately gets into bed and dozens ofВ doctors fuss, revolve around her. InВ any free time, she only did what she demanded special attention toВ herself and admired herself inВ the mirror, looking for if there were any girls more beautiful than her inВ the kingdom. Only what seemed pretty toВ her, she was immediately expelled from the state. Therefore, she kept the most unpretentious inconspicuous servants withВ her.

Their son grew up – soon it was time for him to marry. And the mother herself began to look for brides for him, but she looked for such ugly princesses, and wherever she found them – the king himself was surprised, but was silent. He loved her for her beauty, and she still wasn’t evil. Especially all his life, the mother did not deal with her son, he was brought up by nannies.

The subjects once brought to the queen portraits of all overseas princesses, various princely daughters. The queen sat down at the table and began to carefully examine them: one has too big, beautiful eyes, the other has a charming smile. The third camp is like a swan, and this one is just a feast for the eyes. The Queen’s head is spinning.

– Yes, what is it? Why are they all so beautiful? Everyone is trying to outshine me. It won’t work,» she shook her head.

And at this time the prince came toВ visit his mother and, seeing aВ bunch ofВ portraits, boiled:

– Mommy, what is it with you?

And she convulsively began toВ rake up all the portraits inВ one heap:

– Yes it is, nothing, my future retinue.

And the young prince is not aВ fool, he realized that his mother was already looking for aВ bride. He bowed and went out, but remained under the door. And he hears: the queen shook off all the portraits and began toВ trample them angrily, saying, gritting her teeth:

– I will not let it! Even their feet will not be in my house! I will crush all these beauties! I’m sweeter and prettier than everyone else, and I’ll find the worst one for my son!

The prince heard this and even the blood rushed to his head from his mother’s speeches:

– Wow, mommy made it up? Absolutely, looking at herself in the mirror, she lost her mind! I won’t marry a terrible one, I myself will find who I want, – he got angry and jumped out of the palace.

He saddled his horse and galloped wherever his eyes looked, and then, driving his horse into the soap, when the horse was already plaintively neighing, rearing up, only then the prince stopped and was surprised at his recklessness. He stroked the wet mane ofВ the horse, apologizing:

– Ah, my poor friend, forgive my friend, I drove you, – he dismounted, looked around. – Where am I? – surprised.

InВ front ofВ him was aВ dark, dense forest, and at the very edge ofВ it stood aВ low house. The guy knocked and, not hearing an answer, went into the house toВ ask for aВ drink and aВ horse toВ drink. And there, inВ the upper room, sat aВ girl ofВ indescribable beauty. She sits and embroiders with beads. The prince, as he entered, was stunned, he even forgot that he wanted toВ get drunk. And the girl got scared, jumped up, dropped her sewing. The guy jumped toВ pick it up, she recoiled.

– I’m sorry… I’m a traveler… I don’t know… it’s how I got here… I apologize again. I didn’t want to scare you, and in no way offend you… I didn’t understand how I ended up here. I galloped, galloped and got lost… I just wanted to ask for water for myself and my horse … – and with these words he picked up the needlework and handed it to the girl. She calmed down a little and put the beads on the table.

– What is your name? Where will you be from? – she asked softly.

– I’m Prince Arthur.

– Oh, – she threw up her hands. -Your Highness, – and she wanted to bow to him, but he grabbed her by the shoulders and did not let her fall at his feet.

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