Tsar Nikita lived once
Idle, fun, ornate,
He did not do good or evil,
And the land blossomed.

The king worked a little
He ate, drank, prayed to god.
And from different mothers
He has forty daughters,

Forty pretty girls
Forty angels of heaven,
Lovely heart and soul.
What a leg - my goodness

And the head, dark hair,
Miracle - eyes, miracle - voice,
Mind could drive you crazy.
In short, from head to toe

Soul, heart all captivated.
One was not enough.
But what of one?
So, gadgets, nothing.

Nothing or very little
All the same - not enough.
How to explain it
So as not to annoy

Pious, important fool,
Too prim censorship?
How to be? ... Help me, god!
The princesses between my legs ...

No it's too clear
And for modesty is dangerous, -
So, otherwise somehow:
I love chest in Venus,

Sponge, foot especially,
But love flint,
The purpose of my desire ...
What is it? ... Nothing! ..

Nothing, very little ...
And that never happened
The young princesses,
Playful and lively.

Their wonderful birth
Led to bewilderment
All court hearts.
It was sad for father

And for sad mothers ...
And from midwives
How did the people find out about it?
Everyone here has opened his mouth,

Akhal, oh, amazed,
And the other one, though he laughed,
Yes, quietly, to go
Until NerchIinsk not give up.

The king called his courtiers,
Nurses, submissive moms -
He kept such an order:
"If any of you

Daughters to teach sin
Or to teach them to think,
Or just hint,
What they lack

Or ambiguous will say
Or a cookie will show them, -
That - I'm not used to joking -
Babam cut out the language

And men are worse
What sometimes is tighter. ”
The king was strict but fair
And the order is eloquent;

Everyone bowed with fear,
Everybody has decided to beware,
Everyone's ears held on.
And he kept his goods.

Poor wives feared
That the husbands do not let the cat out of business;
Husbands secretly thought:
“Make a mistake, my wife!”

(It is evident that the heart was angry).
My princesses have grown up.
Sorry for them. King - in the council;
I set out my subject there:

So and so - pretty clear
Quietly, whispering, behind the scenes
Be careful of the servants.
Inspired by the boyars,

How to treat this disease.
Here is one old advisor
Bowed to everything - and suddenly
In bald forehead blurted out his hand

And the king he so hated:
“Oh, wise sovereign!
Do not seek my audacity
If pro carnal abomination

I'll tell you what happened before.
I was acquainted with the pimp
(Where is she? And than today?
True to what it was).

Baba had a reputation for witch,
All the ailments assisted,
The weakness of members healed.
That would be to find her;

The witch will fix everything:
And what you need - and then insert. "
“So send for her now!”
Exclaims King Nikita.

Eyebrows moving angrily:
- “Immediately find the witch!
If she deceives us,
What you need will not reach

On the beans will hold us
Or deliberately lie, -
Be not a king, but a slacker,
If on a clean Monday

Burn witch I do not say:
And so please heaven.
Here is a secret, careful
By courier road

And ends in all lands
Messengers were sent.
They jump, scour everywhere
And the king is looking for a sorceress.

Another year goes by -
There is no lead.
Finally one zealous
Suddenly attacked the trail happy.

He drove into a dark forest
(It is evident that the demon himself led him)
He sees: there is a hut in the forest,
The witch lives in it, the old woman.

As he was the king's ambassador,
Then it went straight to her,
Bowed to the witch bravely
Outlined the kingdom case:

How princesses are born
And why all are deprived.
The witch instantly understood everything ...
She pushed the messenger door

So after saying: “Go away
Quickly and without thinking,
Not so - be afraid of fever ...
Three days come

For the package and the answer,
Just remember - just before dawn. ”
After the witch locked herself,
Coal accumulated

Three days spellbound
So the devil baited.
To send to the palace,
He himself brought her a casket,

Full of sinful things
Adored by us.
There were all sorts of them
All sizes, all colors,

All perfect, with curls ...
The witch went through everything
The best forty otochla,
I wrapped them in a napkin
And the key in the casket closed,
Sent a messenger with him
Giving on the path of silver.

He rides. Dawn blushed ...
Rest wanted to do
I wanted to eat
To quench thirst for vodka:

He was a small neat,
All stock up the way back.
Here he unleashes the horse
And calmly began to eat.

Horse grazing. He dreams
As the king shall exalt,
Count, the prince will call.
What does the casket conclude?

What does the witch send to the king in him?
Looks in a crack: no, it is not visible -
Locked tight. How insulting!
Curiosity fear takes

And all his worries.
He will attach the ear to the lock -
Nothing smells the ear;
Sniffing - familiar spirit ...

Ugh, you abyss! what a miracle
She is not bad to look at.
And the messenger could not stand it ...
But he unlocked the chest

Birds - pore and flew away,
And around on the branches sat down
And tails twisted.
Our messenger let's call them,
Rusks to seduce them:

Crumbles pours - all in vain
(It can be seen feeding the wrong ones):
On the knots they sing beautifully
And why sit in a box?

Here drags along the road,
All bent by arc
Baba is old with a stick.
Our messenger thumped her legs:
“I will be lost with my head!

Help, be my dear mother!
Look, the trouble is:
I can not catch them!
How can I help?

The old woman looked up
She spat and hissed:
"You entered though badly,
But do not cry, do not torment ...
You only show them -

They themselves all will fly probably. "
“Well, thanks!” He said ...
And only showed -
Birds suddenly flew to him
And the apartment took possession.

So that misfortunes not to know another,
He is without long excuses
Immediately turn them all forty
And went home.

How princesses got them,
Straight into the cells planted.
The king is so happy
Immediately asked for a feast:

Seven days in a row feasted
A whole month rested;
The king of the whole council rewarded,
And the witch did not forget:

From the Kunstkamera as a gift
She was sent a cinder in alcohol,
(The one that is all divil),
Two echidnas, two skeletons
From the same office ...

The messenger was also awarded.
That's the end of fairy tales.

Many people defy me.
And now, probably, they will ask:
Stupid so why kidding?
What business is it to them?
Want!!

I can also offer those who liked naughty Pushkin to read his "Gavriliad"