Children's fairy tales online. Scenario “Vanyusha and the princess” based on the Russian folk tale Vanyusha and the princess what is said about

Mother, and mother.

What, child?

Mother, I want to get married.

So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.

And Vanyushka answers:

No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter. Marya was surprised:

Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!

Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.

Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.

He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:

Does the king live here?

“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.

And the king's daughter with him?

Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!

Well, then run to her, tell her that Marya’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.

The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.

Vanyushka looked at her and asked:

Are you the king's daughter?

Of course it's me. Or don't you see?

I want to marry you.

Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.

They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:

Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?

And not much more! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then - the fourth. ..

This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.

Until the evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?

The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:

Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.

“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?

The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:

Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.

On Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?

The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:

And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.

This, he says, how can it be? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways. . . Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?...

The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:

What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king's daughter, will stand on

bed to sleep!

“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?

No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge. . . So I sleep.

Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.

What, are you going to fill my whole hut with feathers? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. .. Maybe you are at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.

Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.

Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?

Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:

What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.

And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.

Why didn't you teach everyone else? -Vanyushka asks.

The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:

What a mess you are, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. Our Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate. ..

Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.

Yes... - he says, - I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.

Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.

Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:

Well, mother, I saw the Tsar’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!

And Marya laughs and says:

Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I will find you a bride myself.

The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka. Such a good girl - smart and sensible, a good housewife, a hard-working needlewoman. Vanyushka got married and lived happily ever after.

And from that day on, the tsar’s daughter, they say, went out onto the porch every morning and looked around: where is Vanyushka? Where did you go? What doesn't come back?

But Vanyushka did not return to her. Such a lazy person, incompetent, unlearned, illiterate - who needs her? Yes, no one can eat!

So she spent her entire life until old age. Only the fairy tale about her remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages, until it reached our village, and now it has come to you.

Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says:
- Mother, mother.
- What, child?
- Mother, I want to get married.
- So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
- No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the king’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
- Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
- Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
- Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
- Does the king live here?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
- And the king’s daughter is with him?
- Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
- Well, then run to her, tell her - Mary’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
-Are you the king's daughter?
- Of course it's me. Or don't you see?
- I want to marry you.
- Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
-Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
- And it wouldn’t be much! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then the fourth...
This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
“Until evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
- Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
- Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
- On the Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
- And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
“How is this,” he says? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways... Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?
The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:
- What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king’s daughter, will sleep on the bed!
“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?
- No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge... So I sleep.
Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.
- What, are you going to fill my whole hut with down? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. Maybe you're at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
- Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.
- Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?
- Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:
- What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.
- And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.
- Why didn’t you teach everyone else? - Vanyushka asks.
The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:
- What a mess, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. The Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate...
Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.
“Yes...” he says, “I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.”
- Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.
Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:
- Well, mother, I saw the king’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!
And Marya laughs and says:
- Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I will find you a bride myself.
The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka.

Once upon a time there lived a peasant woman, Marya, in a village. And she had a son, Vanyushka. He grew up to be a good guy - handsome, healthy, hard-working. One day he comes to his mother and says: “Mother, mother.”
- What, child?
- Mother, I want to get married.
- So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.
And Vanyushka answers:
- No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the king’s daughter. Marya was surprised:
- Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!
- Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.
- Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.
He walks through the forests, walks through the mountains - he looks, there is a huge palace: the walls are gilded, the roof is golden, a golden cockerel sits on the roof, the porches are all carved, the windows are painted. Beauty! And there are servants all around - apparently and invisibly. Vanyushka asks:
- Does the king live here?
“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.
- And the king’s daughter is with him?
- Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!
- Well, then run to her, tell her - Mary’s son Vanyushka has come. I want to marry her.
The servants ran, and the king’s daughter came out onto the porch. Mothers, how important! She herself is fat, fat, her cheeks are plump, red, her eyes are small - they can barely be seen. And his nose sticks out like a cheerful belly button.
Vanyushka looked at her and asked:
-Are you the king's daughter?
- Of course it's me. Or don't you see?
- I want to marry you.
- Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.
They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:
-Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?
- And it wouldn’t be much! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it - and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then the fourth...
This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.
“Until evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?
The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:
- Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.
“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?
The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:
- Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The king-father told me that bread grows on fir trees.
- On the Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?
The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:
- And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.
“How is this,” he says? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways... Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?
The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:
- What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king’s daughter, will sleep on the bed!
“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?
- No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. If I enter it, I will dive and emerge, dive and emerge... So I sleep.
Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.
- What, are you going to fill my whole hut with down? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. .. Maybe you are at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.
- Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.
- Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?
- Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:
- What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.
- And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.
- Why didn’t you teach everyone else? - Vanyushka asks.
The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:
- What a mess, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. The Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate...
Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.
“Yes...” he says, “I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.”
- Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.
Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:
- Well, mother, I saw the king’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!
And Marya laughs and says:
- Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I will find you a bride myself.
The mother looked for her in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka. Such a good girl - smart and sensible, a good housewife, a hard-working needlewoman. Vanyushka got married and lived happily ever after.
And from that day on, the tsar’s daughter, they say, went out onto the porch every morning and looked around: where is Vanyushka? Where did you go? What doesn't come back?
But Vanyushka did not return to her. Such a lazy person, incompetent, unlearned, illiterate - who needs her? Yes, no one can eat!
So she spent her entire life until old age. Only the fairy tale about her remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages, until it reached our village, and now it has come to you.

- Mother, mother.

- What, child?

- Mother, I want to get married.

- So, get married, Vanyushka, get married, little darling. There are many kinds of brides: there are in our village, there are in the neighboring one, there are in the woods, there are in the district... Choose any one.

And Vanyushka answers:

“No, mother, I don’t want to marry a simple peasant woman, I want to marry the Tsar’s daughter.” Marya was surprised:

- Oh, Vanyushka, what are you thinking! The king will not give his daughter for you. After all, you are a simple man, and she is - just kidding - a princess!

- Why not give it away? I'm a healthy, hard-working, handsome guy. Maybe they'll give it away.

- Well, go, Vanyushka, try your luck. His mother packed a knapsack for him, put in a loaf of bread, and Vanyushka went to woo.

- Does the king live here?

“Here, in the palace,” the servants answer.

- And the king’s daughter is with him?

- Where will she get away from her father? And she's here!

“Well, then run to her, tell her that Marya’s son Vanyushka has come.” I want to marry her.

Vanyushka looked at her and asked:

-Are you the king's daughter?

- Of course it's me. Or don't you see?

- I want to marry you.

- Well, what's the problem? Let's go to the upper room and talk.

They enter the upper room. And there is a table, a samovar on the table and all sorts of treats laid out. Well, the king lived richly - there was a lot of everything. They sat down, Vanyushka asked:

-Are you a rich bride? Do you have a lot of dresses sewn?

- And it wouldn’t be much! I'm the king's daughter. When I get up in the morning, I’ll put on a new dress and go to the mirror. I’ll look at myself, admire it, and go to another mirror, in a different dress. Yes, then I’ll put on the third one - and to the third mirror. And then - the fourth. ..

This is how I dress up all day until the evening and look in the mirror.

“Until evening,” Vanyushka asks, “are you still getting dressed up?” And when do you work?

The Tsar’s daughter looked at him and clasped her hands:

- Work? Oh, Vanyushka, what a boring word you said! I, Vanyushka, don’t know how to do anything. My servants do everything.

“Well,” Vanyushka asks, “I’ll marry you, we’ll go to the village, so will you be able to bake bread?” Can you light the stove?

The Tsar’s daughter marvels more than ever:

- Bread? In the oven? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! After all, wood burns in the stove, and if you put bread in there, it will become coal. The Tsar Told me that bread grows on Christmas trees.

- On the Christmas trees? Well, I would like to see where these trees are found. Oh you! Well, tell me, are you spoiled by your father, are you used to eating and drinking sweets? How do you drink tea - as a snack or as a snack?

The Tsar's daughter looks at him and shakes her head:

- And not in the bite, Vanyushka, and not in the overlay. I am the Tsar’s daughter, and with us, with Tsars, everything is not like with people. There’s a hook in my ceiling, and there’s a rope hanging from the hook. Whenever I want sweet tea, they will tie a whole sugar loaf to this string. The head hangs over the table, dangles, and I suck it, and drink it, suck it, and drink it. Vanyushka's eyes bulged.

“How is this,” he says? Do you need loaf of sugar for your tea every day? Yes, in our village no one drinks tea like that. No, apparently you’re not accustomed to our ways. . . Well, tell me, are you a good needlewoman? Did you sew feather beds, pillows, blankets for the wedding?...

The Tsar's daughter just waves her hands:

- What are you talking about, Vanyushka! I, the king's daughter, will stand on

bed to sleep!

“What about you,” Vanyushka asks, “without a bed?” On the floor, or what? Or are you running to the hayloft?

- No, not on the floor, and not in the hayloft. I'm the king's daughter. I, Vanyushka, have not a bed, but a whole room filled with fluff. I will enter it, I will dive and emerge, I will dive and emerge. . . So I sleep.

Vanyushka was putting a piece in his mouth, and his hand stopped.

- What, are you going to fill my whole hut with feathers? But how can we live in such a hut? We'll suffocate! You may be used to it, but it’s not convenient for me and my mother. No, apparently you are a bad housewife. .. Maybe you are at least literate? So I’ll take you to the village and teach our children to read and write at school.

- Guys? What are you talking about, Vanyushka! Come to your senses! I, the Tsar’s daughter, will begin to teach the village children! Yes, Vanyushka, I can’t stand guys, I will never study with them. Yes, to tell the truth, I, Vanyushka, am not very literate.

- Illiterate? - Vanya asks. - Why did you grow up so big, fat, and uneducated?

- Yes, Vanyushka, I know two letters, I can sign them. I know the letters “We” and “Ky”. Vanyushka looked at her:

- What is “We” and “Ky”? In our village, kids wouldn’t say that, let alone an adult.

- And this, Vanyushka, is my name and patronymic: “We” is Miliktrisa, and “Ky” is Kirbityevna. These are the two letters.

- Why didn’t you teach everyone else? -Vanyushka asks.

The Tsar's daughter pouted her lips:

- What a mess you are, Vanyushka, everything is wrong for you! I am also the most learned person in our family. Our Tsar, my dear, is not at all literate. ..

Vanyushka is sitting, rubbing his forehead, and has forgotten about the treat.

“Yes...” he says, “I should go home and consult with my mother whether you are a suitable bride for me.”

- Go, Vanyushka, go, darling. And tomorrow, you’ll probably come back: you won’t find me better anywhere.

Vanyushka went home. He comes and tells Marya:

- Well, mother, I saw the king’s daughter. It’s such a misfortune, mother: all day long she dresses up and looks in mirrors, she doesn’t know how to work, she says that bread grows on Christmas trees. Yes, he drinks tea not like us - he sucks a whole sugar loaf. Yes, he doesn’t sleep on the bed, but dives and emerges somewhere in the fluff. Yes, he doesn’t know how to read and write. What do I need, mother, such a bride!

And Marya laughs and says:

- Okay, Vanyushka, okay, little berry. I will find you a bride myself.

She looked for her mother in the village and found her son a bride, Nastenka. Such a good girl - smart and sensible, a good housewife, a hard-working needlewoman. Vanyushka got married and lived happily ever after.

And from that day on, the tsar’s daughter, they say, went out onto the porch every morning and looked around: where is Vanyushka? Where did you go? What doesn't come back?

But Vanyushka did not return to her. Such a lazy person, incompetent, unlearned, illiterate - who needs her? Yes, no one can eat!

So she spent her entire life until old age. Only the fairy tale about her remains. The fairy tale went on and on through the villages, until it reached our village, and now it has come to you.