Early, early, Ilya left Murom, and he wanted to get to the capital city of Kyiv by lunchtime. His frisky horse gallops a little lower than a walking cloud, higher than a standing forest. And quickly, soon the hero drove up to the city of Chernigov. And near Chernigov there is an uncountable enemy force. There is no pedestrian or horseback access. The enemy hordes are approaching the fortress walls, they are thinking of capturing and devastating Chernigov. Ilya drove up to the myriad rati and began to beat the rapists-invaders, like mowing grass. And with a sword, and a spear, and a heavy club [A club is a fighting club.], And a heroic horse tramples enemies. And soon he nailed, trampled down that great enemy force.
The gates in the fortress wall opened, Chernigov citizens came out, bowed low to the hero and called him governor in Chernigov-grad.
“Thank you for the honor, peasants of Chernigov, but it’s not good for me to sit as governor in Chernigov,” answered Ilya Ivanovich. - I'm in a hurry to the capital Kyiv-grad. Show me the right way!
- You are our deliverer, glorious Russian hero, overgrown, muraved straight road to Kyiv-grad. The detour is now walked on foot and ridden on horseback. Near the Black Dirt, near the Smorodinka River, the Nightingale the Robber, Odikhmantyev's son, settled. The robber sits on twelve oaks. The villain whistles like a nightingale, screams like an animal, and from the whistle of a nightingale and from the cry of an animal grass-ant all withered, azure flowers crumble, dark forests bend to the ground, and people lie dead! Do not go that way, glorious hero!

Ilya did not listen to the Chernigovites, he went straight on the road. He drives up to the Smorodinka River and to the Black Mud.
The Nightingale the Robber noticed him and began to whistle like a nightingale, shouted like an animal, the villain hissed like a snake. The grass withered, the flowers crumbled, the trees bowed to the ground, the horse under Ilya began to stumble. The hero got angry, swung a silk whip at the horse.

- What are you, wolf's satiety [Fat - food, fodder.], Grass bag, began to stumble? Have you not heard, apparently, the whistle of a nightingale, the thorn of a snake, and the cry of an animal?

He himself grabbed a tight, explosive bow and shot at the Nightingale the Robber, wounded the right eye and right hand of the monster, and the villain fell to the ground. The bogatyr fastened the robber to the stirrup and drove the Nightingale across the open field past the Nightingale's lair. The sons and daughters saw how they were carrying their father, tied to the stirrup, grabbed swords and horns, ran to rescue the Nightingale the Robber. And Ilya scattered them, scattered them and, without delay, began to continue his path.
Ilya came to the capital city of Kyiv, to the wide court of the prince. And the glorious Prince Vladimir - the Red Sun with the kneeling princes [Pokolenny - here: subordinate.], with honorary boyars and mighty heroes, just sat down at the dinner table.
Ilya put his horse in the middle of the yard, he himself entered the dining room. He laid the cross in a written way, bowed on four sides in a learned way, and to the Great Prince himself in person.
Prince Vladimir began to ask:
- Where are you from, good fellow, what is your name, called by your patronymic?
- I am from the city of Murom, from the suburban village of Karacharova, Ilya Muromets.
How long ago, good fellow, did you leave Murom?
“I left Murom early in the morning,” answered Ilya, “I wanted to be in time for mass in Kyiv-grad, but I hesitated on the way, along the way. And I was driving along a straight road past the city of Chernigov, past the Smorodinka River and Black Mud.
The prince frowned, frowned, looked unkindly:
- You, peasant peasant, are mocking us in the face! An enemy army is standing near Chernigov - an innumerable force, and there is no passage or passage for either foot or horsemen. And from Chernigov to Kyiv, the straight road has long been overgrown, muddied. Near the river Smorodinka and Black Mud, the robber Nightingale, the son of Odikhmant, sits on twelve oaks, and does not let foot or horse through. Even a falcon can't fly there!
Responds to those words of Ilya Muromets:

Near Chernigov, the enemy army is all beaten and fought, and the Nightingale the Robber is wounded in your yard, strapped to the stirrup.
Prince Vladimir jumped out from behind the table, threw a marten fur coat over one shoulder, a sable hat over one ear, and ran out onto the red porch. I saw the Nightingale the Robber, strapped to the stirrup:
- Whistle, Nightingale, like a nightingale, scream, dog, like an animal, hiss, robber, like a snake!
“It’s not you, prince, who captured me, defeated me. I won, Ilya Muromets captivated me. And I will not listen to anyone but him.
- Order, Ilya Muromets, - says Prince Vladimir. - whistle, scream, hiss Nightingale!
Ilya Muromets ordered:
- Whistle, Nightingale, half a whistle of a nightingale, scream half a cry of an animal, hiss a half a thorn of a snake!
- From a bloody wound. The nightingale says my mouth is dry. You ordered me to pour a cup of green wine for me, not a small cup - one and a half buckets, and then I will amuse the princes of Vladimir.
They brought the nightingale the robber a glass of green wine. The villain took the chara with one hand, drank the chara for a single spirit. After that he whistled in a full whistle like a nightingale, shouted in a full cry like an animal, hissed in a full spike like a snake. Here the domes on the towers crooked, and the ochenki [Okolenki - a window frame, window binding.] in the towers crumbled, all the people who were in the yard lay dead. Vladimir, Prince of Stolno-Kyiv, hides himself with a marten fur coat and crawls.
Ilya Muromets got angry. He mounted a good horse, took the Nightingale the Robber into the open field:
- It's enough for you, villain, to destroy people! - And cut off the Nightingale's wild head.
So much the Nightingale the Robber lived in the world. That's where the story ended.

In the city of Murom, in the village of Karacharovo, lives Ilya, a peasant son. For thirty years he has been sitting in a seat and cannot get up, because he does not control his arms or legs. One day, when his parents leave and he is left alone, two passers-by stop under the windows and ask Ilya to open the gate for them and let them into the house. He replies that he cannot get up, but they repeat their request. Then Ilya rises, lets the kalik in, and they pour him a cup of honey drink. Ilya's heart warms up, and he senses strength in himself. Ilya thanks the kaliks, and they tell him that from now on he, Ilya Muromets, will be a great hero and he will not face death in battle: he will fight with many powerful heroes and defeat them. But the Kaliki do not advise Ilya to fight with Svyatogor, because the earth itself wears Svyatogor through force - he is so portly and powerful. Ilya should not fight with Samson the hero either, because he has seven angel hairs on his head. Kaliki also warn Ilya not to enter into single combat with the Mikulov family, for this family loves mother earth, and with Volga Seslavich, because Volga wins not by force, but by cunning. Kaliki teach Ilya how to get a heroic horse: you need to buy the first stallion that comes across, keep it in a log house for three months and feed it with selected millet, then walk through the dew for three nights in a row, and when the stallion starts jumping over a high tyn, you can ride it.

Kaliki leave, and Ilya goes to the forest, to a clearing that needs to be cleared of stumps and snags, and copes with it alone. The next morning, his parents go into the woods and find that someone has done all the work for them. At home, they see that their weak son, who for thirty years could not get up from his place, walks around the hut. Ilya tells them about how he recovered. Ilya goes to the field, sees a frail brown stallion, buys him and takes care of him the way he was taught. Three months later, Ilya mounts a horse, takes a blessing from his parents and leaves for an open field.

Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber

After standing for matins in Murom, Ilya sets off on his journey in order to be in time for mass in the capital city of Kyiv. On the way, he liberates Chernigov from the siege and alone defeats an entire enemy army. He refuses the offer of the townspeople to become governor in Chernigov and asks to show him the way to Kyiv. They answer the hero that this road is overgrown with grass and no one has been driving along it for a long time, because at the Black Dirt, near the Smorodina River, not far from the glorious Levanid Cross, the Nightingale the Robber, Odikhmantyev’s son, sits in a damp oak tree, and with his cry and whistle kills every living thing in the area. But the hero is not afraid of meeting with the villain. He drives up to the Smorodina River, and when the Nightingale the Robber begins to whistle like a nightingale and scream like an animal, Ilya knocks out the right eye of the robber with an arrow, fastens it to the stirrup and rides on.

When he passes by the dwelling of a robber, his daughters ask their husbands to help their father out and kill the peasant peasant. They grab onto the horns, but the Nightingale the Robber convinces them not to fight with the hero, but to invite them into the house and generously bestow, if only Ilya Muromets would let him go. But the hero does not pay attention to their promises and takes the captive to Kyiv.

Prince Vladimir invites Ilya to dine and learns from him that the hero was driving a straight road past Chernigov and the very places where the Nightingale the Robber lives. The prince does not believe the hero until he shows him the captured and wounded robber. At the request of Prince Ilya, he orders the villain half-heartedly to whistle like a nightingale and roar like an animal. From the cry of the Nightingale the Robber, the domes on the towers curl up and people die. Then Ilya Muromets takes the robber to the field and cuts off his head.

Ilya Muromets and Idolishche

A vast army of Tatars led by Idolishch besieges Kyiv. Idolishche comes to Prince Vladimir himself, and he, knowing that none of the heroes is nearby, gets scared and invites him to his feast. Ilya Muromets, who at that time is in Tsar-grad, learns about the trouble and immediately sets off for Kyiv.

On the way, he meets the old pilgrim Ivan, takes a stick from him and changes clothes with him. Ivan in the dress of a hero goes to a feast to Prince Vladimir, and Ilya Muromets comes there under the guise of an old man. Idolishche asks the imaginary hero what Ilya Muromets is like, how much he eats and drinks. Having learned from the elder that the hero Ilya Muromets eats and drinks very little compared to the Tatar heroes, Idolishche taunts the Russian soldiers. Ilya Muromets, disguised as a pilgrim, intervenes in a conversation with mocking words about a gluttonous cow that ate so much that it burst from greed. Idolishche grabs a knife and throws it at the hero, but he catches him on the fly and cuts off Idolishche's head. Then he runs out into the yard, kills all the Tatars in Kyiv with a stick and saves Prince Vladimir from captivity.

Ilya Muromets and Svyatogor

Ilya Muromets rides across the field, goes to the Holy Mountains and sees a mighty hero who is dozing, sitting on a horse. Ilya is surprised that he is sleeping on the go, and hits him hard from a running start, but the hero continues to sleep peacefully. It seems to Ilya that he did not hit him hard enough, he hits him again, this time harder. But that doesn't matter. When Ilya beats the hero with all his might for the third time, he finally wakes up, grabs Ilya with one hand, puts it in his pocket and takes two days with him. Finally, the hero's horse begins to stumble, and when the owner reproaches him for this, the horse replies that it is difficult for him to carry two heroes alone.

Svyatogor fraternizes with Ilya: they exchange pectoral crosses and henceforth become cross brothers. Together they travel through the Holy Mountains and one day they see a wonderful miracle: there is a large white coffin. They begin to wonder who this coffin is intended for. First, Ilya Muromets lies down in it, but Svyatogor tells him that this coffin is not for him, and lies down in it himself, and asks the named cross brother to close it with oak planks.

After some time, Svyatogor asks Ilya to remove the oak boards that close the coffin, but no matter how Ilya tries, he cannot even move them. Then Svyatogor realizes that the time has come for him to die, and begins to foam. Before his death, Svyatogor tells Ilya to lick off this foam, and then none of the mighty heroes can be compared with him in strength.

Ilya in a quarrel with Prince Vladimir

The capital prince Vladimir arranges a feast for princes, boyars and heroes, but he does not invite the best of the heroes, Ilya of Muromets. Ilya gets angry, takes a bow with arrows, knocks down the gilded domes from the churches and convenes a tavern to collect the gilded domes and carry them to the tavern. Prince Vladimir sees that all the city's need is gathering around the hero, and together with Ilya they drink and walk. Fearing that trouble would not come out, the prince consults with the boyars whom they should send for Ilya Muromets in order to invite him to the feast. They tell the prince to send for Ilya his named cross brother, Dobrynya Nikitich. He comes to Ilya, reminds him that from the very beginning they had an agreement to obey the younger brother, and the younger brother, and then he calls him to the feast. Ilya yields to his cross brother, but says that he would not listen to anyone else.

Together with Dobrynya Nikitich, Ilya comes to the princely feast. Prince Vladimir puts them in a place of honor and brings wine. After the treat, Ilya, turning to the prince, says that if the prince sent not Dobrynya Nikitich to him, but someone else, he would not even listen to the messenger, but would take an arrow and kill the prince and princess. But this time the hero forgives Prince Vladimir for the offense he has caused.

Ilya Muromets and Kalin Tsar

The capital prince Vladimir is angry with Ilya of Muromets and puts him in a deep cellar for three years. But the prince's daughter does not approve of her father's decision: secretly from Him, she makes fake keys and through her trusted people gives the hero hearty food and warm clothes to the cold cellar.

At this time, Kalin Tsar is going to go to war against Kyiv and threatens to destroy the city, burn churches and massacre the entire population, together with Prince Vladimir and Apraksa the Queen. Kalin Tsar sends his envoy to Kyiv with a letter, which says that Prince Vladimir must clear all the streets of the Streltsy, all the courtyards and alleys of the princes, and everywhere set full barrels of intoxicating drinks so that the Tatar army has something to roam. Prince Vladimir wrote him a letter of guilt in response, in which he asked Kalina Tsar for three years to clear the streets and stock up intoxicating drinks.

The specified period passes, and Kalin-tsar with a huge army besieges Kyiv. The prince despairs that Ilya Muromets is no longer alive and there is no one to protect the city from the enemy. But the prince's daughter tells her father that the hero Ilya Muromets is alive. The delighted prince releases the hero from the cellar, tells him about the trouble and asks him to stand up for the faith and the fatherland.

Ilya Muromets saddles a horse, puts on armor, takes the best weapon and goes to the open field, where there is an innumerable Tatar army. Then Ilya Muromets goes in search of the Holy Russian heroes and finds them in white tents. Twelve heroes invite him to dine with them. Ilya Muromets tells his godfather, Samson Samoylovich, that Kalin the Tsar threatens to capture Kyiv, and asks him for help, but he replies that neither he nor the rest of the heroes will help Prince Vladimir, who waters and feeds many princes and boyars, but they, holy Russian heroes, never saw anything good from him.

Ilya Muromets single-handedly attacks the Tatar army and begins to trample the enemies with his horse. The horse tells him that Ilya alone cannot cope with the Tatars, and tells that the Tatars made deep digs in the field and there are three of these digs: from the first and second the horse will be able to take out the hero, and from the third - only he will get out, and Ilya of Muromets cannot be taken out will be able to. The hero is angry with the horse, beats him with a whip and continues to fight with the enemies, but everything happens as the horse told him: he cannot take the owner out of the third dig, and Ilya is captured.

The Tatars chain his hands and feet and take him to the tent to Kalin the Tsar. He orders to unchain the hero and invites him to serve with him, but the hero refuses. Ilya leaves the tent of Kalina Tsar, and when the Tatars try to detain him, the hero grabs one of them by the legs, and, swinging it like a club, passes through the entire Tatar army. At the whistle of the hero, his faithful horse comes running to him. Ilya goes to a high mountain and from there shoots from a bow in the direction of white tents so that a red-hot arrow takes off the roof from the tent and makes a scratch on the chest of his godfather, Samson Samoylovich He wakes up, guesses that the arrow that made a scratch on his chest is a message from his godson, Ilya, and orders the heroes to saddle their horses and go to the capital city of Kiev to help Ilya Muromets.

In an open field, Ilya joins them, and they disperse the entire Tatar army. They take Kalin the Tsar prisoner, bring him to Prince Vladimir in Kyiv, and he agrees not to execute the enemy, but to take a rich tribute from him.

Ilya Muromets on the Sokol-ship

The Falcon-ship has been sailing on the Khvalynsky Sea for twelve years, never mooring to the shore. This ship is wonderfully decorated: the nose and stern are in the form of an animal's muzzle, and instead of eyes it has two yachts, and instead of eyebrows - two sables. Three churches, three monasteries, three German traders, three sovereign taverns are placed on the ship, and three different peoples live there who do not know each other's language.

The owner of the ship is Ilya Muromets, and his faithful servant is Dobrynya, Nikitin's son. The Turkish pan, Saltan Saltanovich, notices the Falcon-ship from the shore and orders his rowers to sail to the Falcon-ship and take Ilya Muromets prisoner, and kill Dobrynya Nikitich. Ilya Muromets hears the words of Saltan Saltanovich, puts a red-hot arrow on his tight bow and sentences over it so that the arrow flies right into the city, into the green garden, into the white tent, at the golden table where Saltan sits, and so that it pierces Saltan's heart. He hears the words of Ilya Muromets, gets scared, abandons his insidious plan and henceforth promises to deal with the mighty hero.

Ilya Muromets and Sokolnik

Not far from the city, at the outpost, thirty bogatyrs have been living for fifteen years under the command of Ilya Muromets. The hero rises at dawn, takes a telescope, looks in all directions and sees an unknown hero approaching from the western side, drives up to a white tent, writes a letter and passes it to Ilya Muromets. And in that letter, an unknown hero wrote that he was going to the capital city of Kyiv - to burn churches and sovereign taverns with fire, drown icons in water, trample printed books in mud, boil the prince in a cauldron, and take the princess with him. Ilya Muromets wakes up his squad and talks about the unknown daring man and his message. Together with his heroes, he thinks who to send after the stranger. Finally, he decides to send Dobrynya Nikitich.

Dobrynya catches up with the unknown in an open field and tries to start a conversation with him. At first, the stranger does not pay any attention to Dobrynya's words, and then turns around, with one blow removes Dobrynya from his horse and tells him to go back to Ilya Muromets and ask him why he, Ilya, did not go after him.

Ashamed, Dobrynya returns and tells what happened to him. Then Ilya himself mounts a horse in order to catch up with the stranger and get even with him. He tells his warriors that they will not have time to cook cabbage soup, as he will return with the head of a daring daring man.

Ilya catches up with the unknown hero, and they enter into a duel. When their sabers break, they take up the clubs until they are soldered, then they grab the spears, and when the spears break, they engage in hand-to-hand combat. So they fight for a whole day, but neither can hurt the other. Finally, Ilya's leg breaks and he falls. The falconer is about to stab the hero, but Ilya manages to throw off the enemy. He presses the falconer to the ground and, before stabbing him with a dagger, asks who he is, what kind and tribe. He replies to Ilya that his mother is Zlatogorka, a daring one-eyed hero. So Ilya learns that Sokolnik is his own son.

Ilya asks his son to bring his mother to Kyiv, and promises that from now on he will be the first hero in his squad. However, Sokolnik is annoyed that his mother hid from him whose son he is. He comes home and demands an answer from her. The old woman confesses everything to her son, and he, angry, kills her. After that, Sokolnik immediately goes to the outpost to kill Ilya Muromets as well. He enters the tent where his father sleeps, takes a spear and strikes him in the chest, but the spear hits a golden pectoral cross. Ilya wakes up, kills his son, tears off his arms and legs and scatters them across the field for prey to wild animals and birds.

Three trips of Ilya Muromets

Ilya rides along the Latin road and sees a stone on which it is written that there are three roads in front of him, Ilya: to go one way - to be killed, on the other - to be married, on the third - to be rich.

Ilya has a lot of wealth, but he, the old man, does not need to marry, so he decides to go along the road that threatens him with death, and meets a whole village of robbers. They try to rob the old man, but Ilya jumps off his horse and disperses the robbers with just his hat, and then returns to the stone and corrects the inscription on it. He writes that he, Ilya, is not threatened with death in battle.

He went along another road, stopped in the heroic fortress, went to church and saw that twelve beautiful maidens were coming from mass, and with them the princess. She invites him into her chamber for a treat. Satisfied, Ilya asks the beauty to take him to the bedchamber, but when he sees the bed, suspicion creeps into his soul. He hits the beauty against the wall, the bed turns over, and under it is a deep cellar. The queen falls in there. Then Ilya goes into the courtyard, finds the doors of the cellar, littered with sand and firewood, and releases forty kings and forty princes. And when the beautiful princess comes out of the cellar, Ilya cuts off her head, cuts her body and scatters the pieces across the field to be eaten by wild animals and birds.

After that, Ilya returns to the stone and again corrects the inscription on it. The hero rides along the third road, which promises him wealth, and sees: there is a wonderful cross made of gold and silver on the road. Ilya takes this cross, takes it to Kyiv and builds a cathedral church. After that, Ilya turns to stone, and his imperishable relics are still kept in Kyiv.

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Not a damp oak bends to the ground,

Not paper leaves spread out,

The son spreads himself before the father,

He asks himself a blessing:

“Oh, you goy, dear, dear father!

Give me your blessing

I will go to the glorious, capital city of Kyiv,

Pray to the wonderworkers of Kiev,

Mortgage for Prince Vladimir

Serve him faithfully

Stand up for the Christian faith."

The old peasant answers

Ivan Timofeevich:

“I will give you a blessing for good deeds,

And there is no blessing for bad deeds.

You will go the way, the road,

Do not think evil of a Tatar,

Do not kill a Christian in an open field.

Ilya Muromets bowed to his father to the ground.

Ilya got dressed and wore a chain:

He took with him a damask club,

He took a long spear,

Still dull the bow and the red-hot arrows,

And Ilya went to God's church,

And defended early Sunday morning,

And he bequeathed great covenants:

Drive to the glorious city of Kiev

And drive straight on the road,

Which lay exactly thirty years

Through those Bryn forests,

Through the black mud of Smolensk;

Don't pull the bow tight

Do not bleed the spears of the lengthy

And do not bleed damask clubs.

And Ilya sat on a good horse,

He went to the open field,

He hits him on the steep hips,

Zealous his horse is angry,

Away from the ground separates:

He jumps higher than a standing tree,

A little lower than the walking cloud.

He stepped for the first time five miles away,

And they couldn't find another one,

And on the third I jumped near Chernigov-grad.

Near Chernigov, the silushki are black-black,

Black-black, like a black crow;

Three princes stand near Chernigov,

With each force forty thousand.

Ai in that city in Chernihiv,

And the gates are closed in the wall,

And at the gate there are strong guards and placed,

And in God's church there are people

They pray to God

And they repent, take communion,

And how they say goodbye to the white light.

The heroic heart is bitter and indefatigable:

More than fire, the fire will break out,

More than scorching frost flares up.

And Elijah broke the great covenants:

And seasoned the borushka-kosmatushka in an open field,

And he tore and raw oak, but cracked,

Ai he turned back the oak and from the damp earth

With roots and stones

And he began to wave a damp oak here,

He taught me to walk on the strength:

And where he turns, he made the streets,

Turn around - often square!

Gets up to three princes.

“Oh, you goy are my three princes! -

Am I full to take you

Ay to take off your violent heads?

How can I take you to the fullest:

I have visiting roads and imported bread,

And how to remove the heads - ruin the royal seeds.

You go to your places

You repair such glory everywhere,

That holy Russia is not empty,

In holy Russia there are mighty heroes"

The men of Chernigov saw him:

They open the gates to Chernihiv-grad for him

And bring him great gifts:

“Ah, you are a remote, good fellow!

You take from us gold, silver,

And take our rolled pearls,

And live with us, in the city of Chernigov,

And be known to us as a voivode.

We will feed and feed you

Wine to drink you drunk

Bread and salt to feed you to your heart's content,

And give you money to give.

The old Cossack Ilya Muromets will exclaim:

“Hey, you guys, Chernigov residents!

I don't need neither gold nor silver,

And I don’t need scat pearls,

And I do not live in the city of Chernihiv,

And I don’t have a reputation for you as a governor.

And tell me the way, straight ahead,

Direct road to the capital city of Kyiv!

The Chernigov peasants said to him:

“Oh, you, remote, good fellow,

Glorious hero Svyatorussky!

The straight path to Kyiv is five hundred versts.

A roundabout path is a thousand:

The straight road is choked up,

The path has blocked up, it has walled up;

The gray beast does not roam here,

The black raven does not fly by:

Like that dirt, Black,

At that birch, at the curse,

At the glorious cross, at Levanidov,

At the nice one by the river, by Smorodinka,

Sitting Nightingale the Robber, Odikhmantiev's son.

And the Nightingale sits on seven oaks,

He whistles like a nightingale,

He hisses like a snake,

He will shout, the villain, like an animal,

And the yellow sands are falling from the ridges,

And the dark forests will bow to the damp earth,

And that there are people, all are dead!”

They only saw a good fellow, but sedentary,

But they didn’t see a remote trip here.

In an open field, there is a smoke,

Kureva stands, but the dust flies in a column.

His good heroic horse went

Jumping from mountain to mountain

Jump from hill to hill,

Crayon ruchenki-lake between the legs to lower.

He runs up to that mud, to Black,

To the glorious birches, to the ugly ones,

To that cross, to Levanidov,

To the glorious river, to Smorodinka.

And he ran over, Ilya, the Nightingale the Robber.

And the Nightingale the Robber heard

Whether the horse's top,

And whether he is a heroic trip:

The Nightingale whistled like a nightingale,

And in the other he hissed, a slave, like a snake,

And in the third it barks like an animal,

Agio the mother of cheese-earth trembled,

And from the blocks the sands fell down,

And in the river the water was all cloudy,

Dark forests bowed to the ground,

And that there are people, all are dead,

His good horse fell to its knees.

Ilya Muromets, Ivanovich says:

“Oh, you, wolf's satiety, grass bag!

You have not been in the white stone caves,

You, horse, have not been in dark forests,

Have you not heard the nightingale's whistle,

Have you not heard the snake's thorn,

Are you the cry of an animal,

And the animal cry, Turin?

Elijah destroys the great commandment:

He became a heroic horse,

I unfastened my tight bow, bursting

From the right from the damask stirrup,

Imposed a red-hot arrow

And pulled on a silk string,

And he himself said to the arrow:

“And you fly, my arrow, but not into the dark forest,

And you fly, my arrow, but not in an open field,

Do not fall, arrow, neither on the ground nor on the water,

And fall Nightingale in the right eye!

And the arrow did not fall either on the ground or on the water,

And fell to the Nightingale in the right eye.

The Nightingale flew from the oak cheese Lump to the damp earth.

Ilya Muromets picked up the Nightingale on his white hands,

I fastened it to the right stirrup,

To the right to the damask stirrup.

He rode across the open field,

Walks past: Nightingale Manor.

If the Nightingale's yard was seven miles away,

As it was near the yard iron tyn,

And on every tyninka on a dome

And on the head of the heroic.

Nightingale children will see,

They look out the window obliquely,

They themselves will utter this word:

“Oh, you, light, Empress Mother!

Our father rides through the wild, open field,

And he sits on a good heroic horse,

And he carries a peasant peasant,

Chained to a damask stirrup!

Nightingale's young wife will see,

I threw myself into the window waist-deep,

Looks through the window obliquely,

She herself will say this:

"There is a village peasant

Razdolitsem, open field

And the sovereign-father is lucky,

Chained to a damask stirrup!

Here they grabbed the roadside shalyga.

She will speak to them this word:

“Do not charge you expensive shalygs,

You go to deep cellars,

Take my golden keys

Unlock my you chained caskets,

And you take my gold treasury,

You lead the bogatyr Svyatorussky

In my nest Nightingale,

Feed him sugar candy

Give him a drink of honey to drink,

Give him precious gifts!”

Here her nine sons squatted:

And they don't take the golden keys from her, ?

Not like deep cellars,

Do not take her gold treasury;

And thin, after all, they think their thoughts:

They want to turn into black crows

With iron noses

They want to peck at the good fellow,

Whether that Ilya Muromets, Ivanovich.

And the young wife Soloviev rushed,

And he prays, he is killed:

“Goy be thou, daring good fellow!

Take from us the gold treasury, as much as you need;

Release the nightingale the robber

Do not take Nightingale to Kyiv-grad!

And his children, the Solovyovs,

They talk awkwardly

They only saw Ilya

What stood at the court of the Nightingale.

And Ilya whips, he, good horse,

As if the horse under him is angry.

Ilya ran like a falcon,

Ilya arrives, he, in Kyiv-grad,

He came to the prince in a wide courtyard,

He stood the horse in the middle of the yard,

He went to the white-stone chamber

And he prayed to the Savior with the Most Pure,

Bowed to the prince with the princess

On all four sides.

At the Grand Duke Vladimir,

He, the prince, has a local feast;

And there were many princes, boyars at the feast,

Many strong, mighty heroes;

And they brought him, Ilya, a glass of green wine,

Zelena wine, one and a half buckets.

Ilya accepts with one hand,

Drinks chara in one spirit.

Prince Vladimir began to ask:

“You are an off-the-wall, burly good fellow!

How, well done, to name you,

To exalt the remote by patronymic?

And by name you can be given a place,

By patronymic welcome! ”

Ilya tells him these words:

“I am from a glorious city, from Murom,

From the glorious village of Karacharova,

My name is Ilya

Ilya Muromets, son Ivanovich white hands

I stood in the morning in Murom,

I was in time for dinner in so many Kyiv-grads.

My case was delayed along the way:

I rode the straight path,

Straight ahead, past glorious Chernihiv-grad,

Past the glorious little hand Smorodinka!

Mighty heroes say here:

“And the sun is gentle, Prince Vladimir!

In the eyes of the kid lies:

Under the city of Chernigov there is an unfaithful silushka,

By the river near Smorodinka Nightingale the Robber,

Odikhmantiev's son. That road lay for thirty years,

That's why the Nightingale the Robber!"

Ilya says these words:

"Vladimir-prince so much-of Kyiv

Nightingale the robber in your yard,

And he is chained to the right stirrup,

To the stirrup, to the damask!

Here Vladimir-prince so much-Kyiv

He quickly got up on frisky feet,

Kunya threw a fur coat over one shoulder,

A sable hat on one ear,

He quickly ran to the wide yard,

He approaches the Nightingale, the robber.

Princes, boyars came out tight,

All Russian mighty heroes:

Samson, hero Kolyvanovich,

Sukhan the bogatyr, son Domantyevich,

Svyatogor bogatyr and Polkan another

And seven brothers Zbrodovichi,

More men were Zaleshane,

And two more Khapilov brothers,

Only the prince had thirty fellows.

Vladimir said to Ilya Muromets:

"Order me to whistle like a nightingale,

Command me to scream like an animal!”

Ilya Muromets told him:

“Whistle, Nightingale, only half a nightingale’s whistle,

Scream only half a cry of an animal!

How the Nightingale whistled like a nightingale,

The villain shouted, he, like an animal:

From this nightingale whistle,

From this, from the cry of an animal,

Dark forests bowed to the earth,

On the towers, the domes grimaced,

The crystal flanks crumbled,

And the princes and boyars were frightened,

They crawled around the yard on their backs,

All the strong mighty heroes fell,

And he smoked unbearable troubles ...

And Prince Vladimir is barely alive

With soul Princess Apraksia.

The affectionate Prince Vladimir says here:

“Oh, you goy, Ilya Muromets, son of Ivanovich!

Kill the nightingale the robber!

And we don’t need this joke either!”

Ilya sat on a good horse:

Ilya rode in a section, a pure field,

He chopped off the Nightingale's wild head,

Chopped off his head saying:

“It’s enough for you to cry fathers, mothers,

Full of widow young wives,

It’s enough to let little children go orphaned!”

Here they sing the Nightingale and glory!

Whether from that city from Murom,
From that village and from Karacharov
A remote, burly, kind fellow was leaving.
He stood at matins in Murom.
And I wanted to be in time for lunch
he is in the capital city of Kyiv.
Yes, and he drove up to the glorious city of Chernigov.
Is it near the city of Chernihiv
Caught up with something black-black,
And black is black, like a black crow.
So no one walks around here as infantry,
On a good horse no one here
do not pass
The black raven bird does not fly,
The gray beast does not roar.
And drove up like a great powerhouse.
He somehow became this great power,
He began to trample on a horse and began to prick with a spear,
And he beat this great power,
He drove up under the glorious near Chernigov-grad.
The peasants came out and here Chernihiv
And they opened the gates to Chernigov-grad,
And they call him the governor of Chernigov.
Ilya says to them and these are the words:
“Ay, peasants, yes you are from Chernigov!
I will not come to you in Chernigov as governor.
Show me the straight path
I drive straight to the capital city of Kyiv.
The peasants spoke to him in Chernigov:
“You are a remote, portly, kind fellow,
Oh you are a glorious hero
yes holy Russian!
The straight road is jammed,
The path has been blocked,
And along that path straight ahead
Yes, no one walked by the infantry,
No one rode a good horse.
Like that one at the Dirt, at the Black one,
Yes, at that birch at the curse,
Yes, by that river near Currant,
At that cross at Levanidov
The nightingale the robber sits in a damp oak,
Sitting Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantev's son.
And then the Nightingale whistles like a nightingale,
He screams, the villain-robber, in an animal way.
And from him, from the whistle of a nightingale,
And from him, from the cry of an animal

All the azure flowers crumble,
Dark woods all bow to the ground,
And that there are people - then all are dead.
By a straight path - there are five hundred miles,
Ai roundabout path - a whole thousand.
He let down a good horse and a heroic one,
He went along the straight path.

From mountain to mountain began to jump,
From hill to hill began to jump,
Chalky rivers, a small lake between the legs let down.
He drives up to the river to Smorodinka,
Yes, to that he is to Dirt, he is to Black,
Yes, to that birch, to the curse,
To that glorious cross to Levanidov.
The Nightingale whistled like a nightingale,
The villain-robber shouted like an animal,
So all the grass-ants entwined,
Yes, the azure flowers crumbled,
The dark woods all bowed to the ground.
His good horse and heroic
And he stumbles on baskets.
And like an old Cossack
yes Ilya Muromets
He takes a silk whip in his white hand,
And he beat the horse on the steep ribs,
He said, Ilya, but these are the words:
“Oh, you, wolf's satiety and grass bag!
Ali you don't want to go, or you can't carry?
What are you on the basket, dog, stumbling?

Have you heard the whistle of a nightingale,
Have you heard the cry of an animal,
Have you not seen the blows of the heroic ones?
And here is the old Cossack
yes Ilya Muromets,
Yes, he takes his tight, bursting bow,
He takes in his white hands,
He pulled a silk string,
And he put a red-hot arrow.
He shot at someone
nightingale the robber,
He knocked out his right eye with a pigtail,
He lowered the Nightingale and on the damp earth,
Strapped him to the right
to the damask stirrup.
He took him across the glorious open field,
I took a nightingale past the nest.
In that nest and the nightingale
And it happened to be yes, and three daughters,
And his three daughters are his favorite.
Big daughter - this one looks
slanting through the window,
She says these words:
“Our father is going through a clean field,
And he sits on a good horse,
And he is carrying a peasant peasant
Yes, chained to the right stirrup.
The beloved daughter looked at his friend,

“Father is going to the expanse
clear field,
Yes, he is lucky peasant peasants
Yes, and chained to the right stirrup.
His younger daughter looked at him,
She said these words:
"A peasant peasant is going,
Yes, a man is sitting on a good horse,
Yes, our father is lucky at the stirrup,
At the damask at the stirrup chained -
His right eye with a braid has been knocked out.
She said these words:
“Ah, our beloved husbands!
You take animal horns
Yes, run in the expanse of open field,
Yes, you beat the peasant peasants!
These husbands and their loved ones,
Zyatevya is yes nightingale,
Grabbed like animal horns,
They ran, yes, in an open field
Is it to the peasant peasant
Yes, they want to kill some peasants - a redneck.
The Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantev's son tells them:
“Ah, my beloved sons-in-law!
Throw away the animal horns,
You call a peasant and a redneck,
Call the nightingale into your nest,
Yes, feed him sugar candy,
Yes, you sing it with a honey drink,
Give him precious gifts!”
These sons-in-law and nightingales
Animal horns have been abandoned,
Ah, the name is a peasant and a hillbilly
In that nest and the nightingale.
Yes, the hillbilly man did not obey,
And he rides along the glorious clean field
Straight path to the capital city of Kyiv.
He came to the glorious capital city of Kyiv
And to the glorious prince to the wide courtyard.
Ay Vladimir-Prince, he came out of God's church,
He came to the white-stone chamber,
To your dining room in the burner,
They sat down to eat and drink and eat bread,
Eat bread and dine.

Ah, here is the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets
He stood the horse in the middle of the yard,
He himself goes to the white-stone chambers.
He came to the dining room in the burner,
On the heel, he waved the door,
He laid the cross in the written way,
Led bows in a learned way,
For all three, for four on the sides bowed low,
To Prince Vladimir himself in particular,
To all his princes, he is podkolennyim.
Then Prince Vladimir began to ask the young man:
"Tell me, you're a good fellow, burly good fellow,
You somehow, well done, but the name is called,
Magnify, remote, in the fatherland?
The old Cossack said something
yes Ilya Muromets:
“I am from the glorious city of Murom,
From that village and from Karacharov,
I am an old Cossack and Ilya Muromets,
Ilya Muromets and son Ivanovich.
Vladimir tells him these words:
“Ah, the old Cossack and Ilya Muromets!
Yes, how long have you left Murom
And which path did you take
in the capital city of Kyiv?
Ilya said yes these are the words:
“Hey you, glorious Vladimir of Stolnokievsky!
I stood at Christ's matins
in Murom,
Ah, I wanted to be in time for lunch in the capital Kyiv-grad,
That my path hesitated.
And I was driving along a straight path,
On the straight path I drove past Chernigov-grad,
I drove past this Dirt and past Black.
Past the glorious river Smorodina,
Past the glorious birch I curse,
The glorious Levanid cross rode past.
Vladimir said to him these words:
“Ay, peasant peasant,
In the eyes, man, yes, you succumb,
In the eyes, man, you're laughing.
Like the glorious near the city of Chernigov
There is a lot of force here, a lot -
Then no one walked by the infantry
And no one rode a good horse,
Yes, the gray beast did not roam there,
The black raven bird did not fly.
And at that one, at the Mud, at Chernoy,
Yes, by the glorious river by the Currant,
And th at that birch at the curse,
At that cross at Levanidov
The nightingale sits the robber Odikhmantev's son.
The way the Nightingale whistles
nightingale
How the villain-robber screams
animalistically.
Then all the grass-ants are entwined,
And the azure flowers fall away,
Dark woods to the ground
everyone bows down
And that there are people, then all are dead.
Ilya said to him yes these are the words:
“You are Prince Vladimir and Stolnokievsky!
Nightingale the robber in your yard.
His right eye has been knocked out
with a pigtail
And he is chained to a damask stirrup.
Here is Prince Vladimir
Yes Stolnokievsky
He quickly got up and on frisky legs,
Kunya threw a fur coat over one shoulder,
Here he is a sable hat on one ear,
He went out into his wide yard
Look at the Nightingale the Robber.

Prince Vladimir said yes these are the words:
“Spiss-ko, Nightingale,
you are like a nightingale
Shout-ko, dog, like an animal!
The Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantiev son said:
“I’m not at your place today, prince, I’m having lunch,
And I don't want to listen to you.
I dined with an old Cossack
Ilya Muromets,
Yes, I want to listen to him.
Prince Vladimir spoke
yes stolnokievsky:
“Oh, you old Cossack
Ilya Muromets!
Order you to whistle the Nightingale, yes, like a nightingale,
Tell me to scream
yes, animalistic.
Ilya said yes these are the words:
“Ay Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantev’s son!
Whistle-ko you half a nightingale's whistle,
Scream at the half-cry of an animal."
The Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantev's son said to him:
“Oh, you old Cossack,
Ilya Muromets!
My wounds are bloody sealed,
May my sugary lips not go,
I can't whistle like a nightingale,
I can't scream like an animal.
Tell Prince Vladimir
Pour me a glass of green wine.
I'll drink something like a glass of green wine, -
My wounds will be bloody,
Yes, my sugary lips part,
Yes, then I will whistle like a nightingale,
Yes, then I will scream yes like an animal.
Ilya said to Prince Vladimir:
"You are Prince Vladimir
yes stolnokievsky,
You go to your dining room in the burner,
Pour some green wine.
You are not a small foot - but a bucket and a half,
Bring the Nightingale the Robber."
Here is Prince Vladimir
Yes Stolnokievsky
He quickly went to the dining room for his burner,
He poured a glass of green wine,
Yes, he is not a small foot - yes, one and a half buckets,
He bred standing honeys,
He brought it to the Nightingale the Robber.
Nightingale the Robber Odikhmantiev son
He took a cup from the prince with one handle,
He drank a glass of that Nightingale in one spirit.

Whistled like a Nightingale here
nightingale
The robber shouted like an animal, -
The domes on the towers grimaced,
And the little ones in the towers
crumbled.
From him, from the whistling of the nightingale,
That there are little people, so they all lie dead,
And Vladimir, Prince of Stolnokievsky
He hides with a marten fur coat.
And here is the old Cossack
yes Ilya Muromets
He quickly mounted a good horse,
And he was carrying the Nightingale and into the open field,
And he cut off his wild head.
Ilya said yes these are the words:
"You're full of whistle
yes, like a nightingale
You are full of tears
yes, fathers and mothers
You are full of widows and young wives.
It’s enough for you to let the little kids go orphaned!”
And then they sing the Nightingale to him and glory,
And glory is sung to him century after century!

Ilya Muromets and the Nightingale the Robber is a folk tale in which children learn about the feat of arms of the hero. Rumors about the atrocities of the Nightingale the Robber reached Ilya from the glorious city of Murom. This robber lived in a dense forest, frightened people with his whistle and cries and robbed trade caravans. As bad news came to Ilya Muromets, he took his heroic sword and went to battle. He found the Nightingale, but only the robber did not want to give up, for a long time he tried to intimidate Ilya with a fierce whistle. The hero did not succumb, with an arrow and a sword he defeated the villain. The prince of Kyiv learned about this feat and called Ilya Muromets into his squad.

Ilya Muromets gallops at full speed. His horse, Burushka-Kosmatushka, jumps from mountain to mountain, jumps over rivers and lakes, and flies over hills. They galloped to the Bryn forests, you can’t ride further than Burushka: quicksand swamps have spread, the horse is drowning in water up to its belly. Ilya jumped off his horse. He supports Burushka with his left hand, and with his right hand tears the oaks by the roots, lays oak floorings through the swamp. Thirty versts Ilya laid the flooring - until now, good people ride on them.

So Ilya reached the Smorodina River. The river flows wide, raging, rolls from stone to stone. The horse Burushka neighed, soared higher than the dark forest and jumped over the river in one leap. And across the river sits the Nightingale the Robber on three oaks, on nine branches. Neither a falcon will fly past those oaks, nor an animal will run, nor a snake will crawl. Everyone is afraid of the Nightingale the Robber, no one wants to die ... The Nightingale heard a horse gallop, stood up on the oaks, shouted in a terrible voice:

What kind of ignoramus is driving here, past my reserved oaks? Sleep does not give the Nightingale the Robber!

Yes, as he whistles like a nightingale, growls like an animal, hisses like a snake, so the whole earth trembled, hundred-year-old oaks swayed, flowers crumbled, the grass died. Burushka-Kosmatushka fell to his knees. And Ilya sits in the saddle, does not move, the blond curls on his head do not flinch. He took a silk whip, hit the horse on the steep sides.

You are a grass bag, not a heroic horse. Have you not heard the squeak of a bird, the hiss of a viper. Get up on your feet, take me closer to the Nightingale's nest, or I'll throw you to the wolves to be eaten.

Here Burushka jumped to his feet, galloped to the Nightingale's nest. Surprised Nightingale the Robber

What is that?

Popped out of the nest. And Ilya, without a moment's hesitation, pulled on a tight bow, lowered a red-hot arrow, a small arrow, weighing a whole pood. The bowstring howled, an arrow flew, hit the Nightingale in the right eye, flew out through the left ear. The Nightingale rolled from the nest like a sheaf of oats. Ilya picked him up in his arms, tied him tightly with rawhide straps, tied him to the left stirrup.

Nightingale looks at Ilya, afraid to utter a word.

Why are you looking at me, robber, or have you never seen Russian heroes?

Oh, I fell into strong hands, it’s clear that I won’t be on the loose anymore!

Ilya rode further along a straight road and galloped to the courtyard of the Nightingale the Robber. He has a yard of seven versts, on seven pillars, he has an iron pole around him, on each stamen there is a dome, on each dome is the head of a slain hero. And in the yard there are white-stone chambers, gilded porches burn like heat.

The daughter of Nightingale saw the heroic horse, shouted to the whole yard:

Our father Nightingale Rakhmanovich is riding, riding, carrying a rustic peasant by the stirrup.

The wife of the Nightingale the Robber looked out the window, clasped her hands:

What are you talking about, stupid! This is a rustic peasant riding and carrying our father, Nightingale Rakhmanovich, at the stirrup!

Nightingale's eldest daughter, Pelka, ran out into the yard, grabbed an iron board, weighing ninety pounds, and threw it at Ilya Muromets. But Ilya was agile and evasive, he waved the board away with a heroic hand, the board flew back, hit Pelka and killed her to death. Nightingale's wife Ilya threw herself at the feet:

You take from us, hero, silver, gold, priceless pearls, as much as your heroic horse can take away, let go only our father, the Nightingale the Robber.

Ilya says to her in response:

I do not need unrighteous gifts. They are obtained by the tears of children, they are watered with Russian blood, acquired by the need of the peasants. Like a robber in the hands - he is always your friend, and if you let him go, you will cry with him again. I'll take Nightingale to Kyiv-city, there I'll drink kvass, an opening for kalachi.

Ilya turned his horse and galloped to Kiev.

Nightingale fell silent, does not move. Ilya rides around Kiev, drives up to the princely chambers. He tied the horse to a chiseled post, left the Nightingale the Robber on it, and he himself went to the bright room. There is a feast at Prince Vladimir, Russian heroes are sitting at the tables. Ilya entered, bowed, stood at the threshold:

Hello, Prince Vladimir and Princess Apraksia, are you accepting a visiting fellow?

Vladimir the Red Sun asks him:

Where are you from, good fellow, what is your name? What kind of tribe are you?

My name is Ilya. I'm from near Murom. Peasant son from the village of Karacharova. I drove from Chernigov by a straight, wide road. I brought you, prince, the Nightingale the Robber, he is tied to my horse in your yard. Don't you want to look at him?

The prince and the princess and all the heroes jumped up from their seats, hurried after Ilya to the princely court. We ran up to Burushka-Kosmatushka. And the robber hangs by the stirrup, hanging with a grass bag, tied hand and foot with straps. With his left eye he looks at Kyiv and at Prince Vladimir.

Prince Vladimir tells him:

Well, whistle like a nightingale, growl like an animal!

The Nightingale the Robber does not look at him, does not listen:

You didn’t take me from the battle, it’s not for you to order me.

Then Vladimir-Prince Ilya Muromets asks:

Order him, Ilya Ivanovich.

Well, only you, prince, do not be angry with me, I will close you and the princess with the skirts of my peasant caftan, not as if there was no trouble. And you, Nightingale Rakhmanovich, do as you are ordered.

I can't whistle, my mouth is caked.

Give the Nightingale a cup of sweet wine in one and a half buckets, and another bitter beer, and a third of intoxicating honey, give him a bite of rye roll, then he will whistle, amuse us ...

They gave the Nightingale a drink, fed him, the Nightingale prepared to whistle.

Look, Nightingale, - says Ilya, - don’t you dare whistle at the top of your voice, but whistle with a half-whistle, growl with a half-roar, otherwise it will be bad for you.

The Nightingale did not listen to the order of Ilya Muromets, he wanted to ruin Kyiv-city, he wanted to kill the prince and princess and all Russian heroes. He whistled with all the nightingale's whistle, roared with all his might, hissed with all the snake's spike.

What happened here! The turrets on the towers crooked, the porches fell off the walls, the windows in the upper rooms shattered, the horses fled from the stables, all the heroes fell to the ground, crawled around the yard on all fours. Prince Vladimir himself is barely alive, staggering, hiding under Ilya's caftan.

Ilya got angry at the robber:

I ordered you to amuse the prince and princess, and you have done so many troubles. Well, now I'll pay for everything with you. It’s enough for you to offend mothers and fathers, it’s enough for you to widow young women, orphan children, it’s enough to rob. Ilya took a sharp saber and cut off the Nightingale's head. Here the end of the Nightingale has come.

Thank you, Ilya Muromets, - says Prince Vladimir. - Stay in my squad, you will be the senior hero, the boss over other heroes. And you live with us in Kyiv, live a century, from now until death.