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Aleksandr Pushkin
TRUYỆN SA HOÀNG SALTAN
Biên kịch và đạo diễn : I. Ivanov-Vano, Lev Milshin
Nhiếp ảnh : M. Druyan Âm nhạc : M. Meyerovish Âm thanh : B. Filchikov
Hoạt họa : V. Krumin, S. Avramov, V. Likhachyov, M. Rogova, N. Fyodorov,
A. Abarenov, A. Ignatenko, V. Zarubin, Yu. Meshcheryakov, M. Voskaniants, A. Alyoshina, A. Panov
Lồng tiếng : Maria Vinogradova, Mikhail Zimin, Roman Filippov, N. Boronina, A. Pokrovskaya,
Lyudmila Ivanova, Anastasya Zuyeva, Boris Novikov, Nikolay Grabbe, A. Zolotnitsky
Diễn thoại : A. Leontyev
Phông nền : I. Troyanova Diễn xuất : M. Ignatenko Cắt ghép : N. Stepantseva
Phụ tá đạo diễn : R. Makarova, I. Litovskaya
Họa sĩ : T. Gerasimenko, G. Stepanenko, L. Alyokhina, Irina Svetlitsa, I. Oleynikov, V. Maksimovich
Hiệu đính : Raisa Frichinskaya
Phụ đề Việt ngữ : Vania (NuocNga.Net)
Ôi đông giá yêu thương,
Tuyết đông nay đã về,
Tuyết đông nay lại về.
Tuyết trắng những con đường,
Muôn muôn ngả, muôn muôn lối...
Một đêm muộn, có ba thiếu nữ dịu dàng
đang ngồi se sợi dưới nến.
Ước gì có ông vua chịu cưới tao !
Cô cả nói :
Tao sẽ nấu nướng suốt ngày.
Tao ấy à, còn tự tay soạn tiệc hoàng gia.
Em cũng thích cưới vua lắm !
Cô thứ đế thêm :
Em sẽ dệt một bộ y phục vàng
kiêu sa mĩ miều đến choáng ngợp ấy chứ !
Còn nếu ngài cưới em,
Cô út thì rằng :
em sẽ sinh cho đức vua một người nối dõi xinh đẹp và oai dũng không ai sánh nổi !
Trong lúc các cô mải truyện thì không hay
cửa phòng khe khẽ mở và
sa hoàng bước vào
khiến họ rất đỗi kinh ngạc.
Chào cô em dịu hiền của ta !
Ngài cất tiếng. Nàng sẽ là hoàng hậu của ta !
and when next September is done Said he, - my tsaritsa you will be!
and when next September is done
...see that you'll bear me...
...a son!
- As for you, fair sisters too,
leave your home without ado,
leave your home and follow me,
and my bride, that is, ...to be:
Royal weaver, you I'll make,
You as Royal cook I'll take! -
Then he lost no time nor tarried. That same evening he was married.
Czar Saltan and his young bride
at the feast sat side by side
- Hail Tsar Saltan Hail! - Hail!
- A kiss! - A kiss!
- Glory! Glory! - Tsar Saltan Glory!
These were days of war's alarms.
Tsar Saltan embraced his wife bidding her
to take good care
of herself and coming heir.
While he battled on the field
forcing countless foes to yield,
God gave onto her an heir
Lusty, large of limbs and fair
Like a mother eagle she guarded him most jealously
Send the news of Gods glad gift,
To the Czar by rider, swift
But the Royal cook and weaver,
and their mother, sly deceiver
sought to ruin her, so they...
had him kidnapped on the way
and send another in his stead
- Your tsaritsa, sire, last night,
was delivered of a ...fright;
Neither son nor daughter, nor
Have we seen its like before."
At these words, the royal sire
Raved and raged in furious ire,
- Hang that messenger! - roured he,
- Hang him on the nearest tree! -
But, relenting, spared him, and
send him back with this command:
- From all hasty steps refrain
till the Czar comes home again.
- Heh-heh-heh!
- The Czar instructed his boyars
to act in haste on his ukaz,
"Have the queen and have her spawn
Drowned in secret ere the dawn."
Grieving for the monarch's heir
for the mother, young and fair, solemnly the Czar's boyards
Told the queen of this ukaz, Of the cruel...
doom which faith, So unkindly had in wait.
To let her and her son so cruelly share,
the fate to be thrown
Secretly into the abyss of waters!
"Put the queen and put her son
In a cask, and sealed it fast; Tarred it well,
and then they cast Cask and burden in the sea–
Such, forsooth, the tsar's decree.
Stars gleam in the dark blue sky,
Dark blue billows heave and sigh.
Storm clouds o'er the blue sky creep, While the cask rides o'erthe deep.
Like a widowed bride distressed,
Sobbed the queen and beat her breast,
While the babe to manhood grew
As the hours swiftly flew.
"O, you wanton waves so blue –
Free to come and go are you,
Dashing when and where you please,
Wearing rocks away with ease –
You, who flood the mountains high,
You, who ships raise to the sky–
Hear my prayer, o waves, and spare us–
Safely onto dry land bear us."
So the waves, without ado,
Bore the cask and prisoners two Gently to a sandy shore,
Then, receding, splashed no more.
Son and mother, free again,
Saw a hillock on a plain;
On its crest, an oak tree grew; Round them flowed the ocean blue.
Quoth the son: "Some food and drink Wouldn't come amiss, I think."
From the oak, a branch he rent And a sturdy bow he bent.
With the silken cord that hung Round his neck, the bow he strung.
Shaped an arrow, true in flight. Then explored the isle for game, Till he to the sea-shore came.
"O, tsarevich, champion peerless,
My deliverer so fearless–
'Tis no swan that you set free,
But a maiden charmed, you see;
'Twas a wizard, not a kite,
That you slew, O noble knight;
I shall ne'er forget your deed–
I'll be with you in your need.
Now go back and take your rest–
All will turn out for the best."
As the sun rose in the skies, Our tsarevich, much amazed,
At a spacious city gazed, Girdled by a wide and tall,
Strong-embattled snow-white wall.
Churches golden-domed stood there, Holy cloisters, mansions fair.
Citywards their steps they bent,
Through the city gates they went. Belfries thundered overhead
Loud enough to wake the dead.
All the people cheered them madly,
As their prince acclaimed him gladly,
Acquiescing graciously,
With the permission of the queen,
That same day began to reign
In his newly-found domain,
Sat in state upon the throne And was crowned as Prince Guidon.
Breezes o'er the ocean play, Speed a barque upon its way;
Sails all spread, it skims the seas, Running swiftly 'fore the breeze.
Wondrous changes meet their view On an island which they knew!
Cannons with a mighty roar Bid the merchants put to shore.
When the merchants land, Guidon
Bids them be his guests anon;
Feasts them first with meats and wit
Then he says: "Now, masters mine–
Tell me what you have for sale, Whither bound, and whence you hail?"
Said the merchants: "If you please...
We have sailed the seven seas Costly furs, prince, were our ware.
Silver fox and sables rare. Now our time is overstayed,
East–due East–our course is laid, Past the Island of Buyan,
Back to gracious Tsar Saltan."
"Gentles," murmured Prince Guidon,
"May fair breezes speed you on,
And when Tsar Saltan you see Bow down low to him for me.
Here the merchants made their bows, And the prince, with pensive brows,
Watched their ship put out from shore Till it could be seen no more.
"Greetings, my fair prince," said she–
"Why are you so sad, tell me?
Prince Guidon says to the swan
"Grief is gnawing at my breast, My soul has only one request–
I should like to see my sire."
"Is that all?" was her reply– "Listen–would you like to fly,
Overtake that ship at sea?
Why, then–a mosquito be!"
And he hovered, then and there, A mosquito, in the air.
Buzzed, and flying rapidly, Overtook the ship at sea,
Settled noiselessly, and stole Out of sight, into a hole.
Merrily the breeze is singing, O'er the waves a ship is winging
Past the Island of Buyan To the realm of Tsar Saltan.
Now his longed-for land so dear Stands out in the distance, clear,
Now the ship at anchor rests
And the merchants, honored guests,
Palacewards their footsteps make With our gallant in their wake.
"Now, I ask you, masters mine,
Sailed you far across the brine?
Are things well where you have been?
What strange wonders have you seen?"
Peace reigns overseas, serene.
There, we saw this wondrous scene:
There's an island in the sea, Shores as steep as steep can be;
Cheerless once, deserted, bare– Nothing but an oak grew there.
Now it has a new-built city, Stately mansions, gardens pretty,
Churches tall with domes of go Fair and wondrous to behold.
Prince Guidon reigns there, and Sends his compliments to thee.'
"Here the tsar said, in amaze:
"If but God prolong my days, I shall visit this strange isle,
Guest with this Guidon a while."
"That's no wonder, to be sure...
Just a city by the shore!
But have you heard of this before?
There's a little squirrel dwelling In a fir tree; all day long,
Cracking nuts, it sings a song.
Nuts–most wondrous to behold!
Every shell is solid gold;
Kernels–each an emerald pure!
That's a wonder, to be sure."
Tsar Saltan thought this most curious,
Our mosquito waxed most furious
And, with his mosquito might,
Stung his aunt's right eye, in spite.
Turning pale, she swooned from pain– But her eye ne'er saw again.
Sister, serving maids and mother,
Chased him, tripping one another,
Screamed: "You cursed insect, you!
Only wait!" But he just flew
Through a casement, o'er the main, Swiftly to his own domain.
Pensively Guidon once more
Gazes seaward from the shore.
"Greetings, my fair prince, once more"
"Why are you so sad and gloomy?
like a rain in a dismal day?"
Prince Guidon says, so distressed,
"Grief is gnawing at my breast,"
"There's a wonder, I confess, That I'm burning to possess.
Somewhere, there's a squirrel dwelling In a fir tree; Cracking nuts, it sings a song.
"Yes–this rumor does not lie; Marvel not–
though this may be Strange for you, 'tis not for me.
Grieve not–I will gladly do
This slight service, prince, for you."
"Through the garden there she goes, Tripping on her dainty toes."
With its tail the squirrel sweeps Shells and stones in tidy heaps,
While a charmed and happy throng Listened to the squirrel's song.
Struck with wonder, Prince Guidon Whispered softly:
- "Thank you, swan!
God grant you felicity And such joy as you gave me."
Then a squirrel's house he built. Crystal, glass, and silver gilt;
Set a guard, a scribe as well, Who recorded every shell.
Thus the prince's treasures grew, And the squirrel's glory too.
Breezes o'er the ocean play Speed a barque upon its way;
Sails all spread, it skims the seas, Running swiftly "fore the breeze
Past a craggy island, where Stands a city, proud and fair.
Cannons with a mighty roar Bid the merchants put to shore;
When the merchants land, Guidon Bids them be his guests anon;
Feasts them first with meats and wine, Then relaxes as they dine
Tell me what you have for sale, Whither bound, and whence you hail?
Said the merchants: "If you please,
We have sailed the seven seas, Selling horses, Prince Guidon–
Stallions from the steppes of Don. We are overdue, you know,
And we still have far to go–
Past the Island of Buyan,
Back to gracious Tsar Saltan."
"Gentles," murmured Prince Guidon–
"May fair breezes speed you on O'er the ocean, o'er the main,
Back to Tsar Saltan again,
When your gracious tsar you see, Give him compliments from me."
Bowing low before him, they
Left Guidon and sailed away.
He, though, hastened to the shore, Where he met the swan once more,
Told her that his heart was burning, For his sire, his soul was yearning...
In the twinkling of an eye He became a tiny fly,
And he flew across the sea Where, 'twixt sky and ocean, he
Settled on the deck and stole Out of sight into a hole.
Merrily the breeze is singing, O'er the waves a ship is winging,
Past the Island of Buyan, To the realm of Tsar Saltan,
- Oh you, sailors, masters mine–
Sailed you far across the brine?
Are things well where you have been?
What strange wonders have you seen?"
Quoth the merchants: "If you please,
We have sailed the seven seas; Peace reigns overseas, serene.
There, we saw this wondrous scene: On an island, far away,
Stands a city, grand and gay– Churches tall, with golden domes,
Gardens green and stately homes;
By the palace grows a fir In whose shade, O royal sir,
Stands a crystal cage; and there Dwells a squirrel, strange and rare–
Full of frolic; all day long, Cracking nuts, it sings a song,
Nuts, most wondrous to behold– Every shell is solid gold,
Kernels–each an emerald bright; Sentries guard it day and night,
People live in plenty there,
Not in huts, but mansions fair.
Prince Guidon reigns there, and he Sends his compliments to thee."
Here the tsar said, in amaze:
"If but God prolong my days,
I shall visit this strange isle
Guest with this Guidon a while."
"Wherein lies this wonder, pray?
Squirrels cracking nuts all day–
Heaping emeralds, we're told,
Left and right a-throwing gold!
Nothing strange in this see I! Be this true, or but a lie,
I know of a better wonder.
Lo! The ocean swells in thunder,
Surges with a mighty roar,
Overflows a barren shore,
Leaving, wonderful to see,
Thirty stalwart knights and three,
All in mail a-gleaming bright,
Marching proudly left and right;
Each one brave beyond compare, Tall of stature, young and fair,
All alike beyond belief, Led by Chernomor, their chief.
That's a wonder, now, for you,
Marvelously strange, but true."
But the Czar waxed very curious,
And Guidon waxed very furious.
Fiercely buzzed and settled right
On his aunt's left eye, in spite.
Turning pale, she gave a cry -
She was blinded in her eye.
Screams of anger filled the air -
"Catch it! Kill that insect there!
O you nasty insect, you!"
But Guidon just calmly flew
Through the casement, o'er the main,
Swiftly to his own domain.
"Greetings, my fair prince, today"
Why are you so dismal, say,
Like a gloomy, cloudy day?"
Prince Guidon said in distress:"
"Grief is gnawing at my breast, There's a wonder, I confess,...
That I'm longing to possess,"
"Tell me then, what is this wonder?"
"Somewhere swells the sea in thunder,
Breakers surge, and with a roar, Sweeping o'er a barren shore,
Leave behind, for all to see Thirty stalwart knights and three,
All in mail a-gleaming bright, Marching proudly left and right;
n reply, the snow-white swan...
Murmured: "Is this all, Guidon?
Wonder not– though this may be
Strange for you, 'tis not for me,
or these sea-knights, prince, are none But my brothers, every one.
Do not grieve; go home and wait,
Meet my brothers at your gate."
"It is by the swan's request
And, at her express behest,
We have come from out the sea
Your fair city's guards to be.
Henceforth, from the ocean blue,
We will always come to you,
Every day, on guard to stand
By your lofty walls so grand.
Now, however, we must go -
We're not used to land, you know;
Breezes o'er the ocean play, Speed a barque upon its way;
Sails all spread, it skims the seas, Running swiftly 'fore the breeze,
Past a craggy island, where Stands a city, proud and fair.
Cannons with a mighty roar Bid the merchants put to shore;
Tell me what you have for sale, Whither bound, and whence you hail?"
Said the merchants in reply
We have sailed the seven seas;
Swords of Damask steel we've sold, Virgin silver, too, and gold.
Now we're overdue, you know, And we still have far to go-
Past the Island of Buyan,
Back to gracious Tsar Saltan."
"Gentles," murmured Prince Guidon -
"My fair breezes speed you on, O'er the ocean, o'er the main,
Back to Tsar Saltan again.
Yes, and when your tsar you see,
Give him compliments from me."
And guidon went to the shore Where he met the swan once more;
Told her that his heart was burning, For his sire, his soul was yearning..
So she drenched him, head to toe. In a trice, he shrank, and lo!
Ere he could even gasp, He had turned into a wasp.
Then he buzzed, and rapidly Overtook the ship at sea;
Gently settled aft, and stole Out of sight, into a hole.
- Oh you sailors, masters mine - Sailed you far across the brine?
Are things well where you have been? What strange wonders have you seen?"
Peace reigns overseas, serene, There we saw this wondrous scene:
There's an island far away- On this isle - a city gay;
There, each dawn brings in new wonders:
There, the ocean swells and thunders, Breakers, with a mighty roar,
Foaming, flood its barren shore, Leaving, wonderful to see,
Thirty stalwart knights and three, All in mail a-gleaming bright,
Marching proudly left and right;
Nor can you find guards so true,
Vigilant and fearless, too.
Prince Guidon reigns there, and he Sends his compliments to thee."
Here the tsar said, in amaze:
"If but God prolong my days, I shall visit this strange isle,
Guest with this Guidon a while."
"You may think this strange - not we!
Fancy! Idle mermen play Sentry-go on land all day!
Be this true, or but a lie, Nothing strange in this see I -
Stranger things exist, mark you - This report, though, is quite true:
There's a young princess, they say, That she charms all hearts away.
Brighter than the sun at noon, She outshines the midnight moon,
In her braids a crescent beams, On her brow, a bright star gleams.
She herself is sweet of face, Full of majesty and grace.
When she speaks, her voice doth seem Like the music of a stream.
That's a wonder, now, for you -
Marvellously strange, but true."
Oh! Oh!
Panic once more filled the air: Help! O don't you let it go!
Catch it! - Hold it! - Kill it!- O!
E! Et! Uh! E!
Just you wait! Well get you"
O you nasty insect, you! Just you wait!" Guidon, though, flew
Through the casement, o'er the main, Back to his domain again.
"Greetings, my fair prince, once more -
Why are you so sad, tell me? Like a gloomy, cloudy day?"
And Guidon again said in distress:
"Grief is gnawing at my breast,"
"Every youth has his own bride - Only I unmarried bide."
"Who is she you wish to wed?
"There's a...
fair princess; they say That she charms all hearts away -
Brighter than the sun at noon,
She outshines the midnight moon;
In her braids, a crescent beams, On her brow, a bright star gleams.
She herself is sweet of face, Full of majesty and grace.
When she speaks, her sweet voice seems Like the flow of tinkling streams.
Is this true, though, or a lie?"
Yes-this maiden I can find;
But a wife's no mitten, mind, From your lily hand to cast,
Or unto your belt make fast; Listen now to my advice:
Weigh this matter well - think twice, So that on your marriage morrow
You do not repent in sorrow."
I will tell you this and more I have poundered this before;
It is time that I was married, It's too long that I have tarried;
Sighing thoughtfully, the swan
Murmured: "Why so far, Guidon? Know, your future bride is here -
I am that princess, my dear."
In her braids, a crescent beamed, On her brow, a bright star gleamed;
,"Mother darling - if you please, I have chosen me a bride -
She will be your love and pride. Your consent we crave to wed,
And your blessing, too," he said - "Bless our marriage, so that we
Live in love and harmony."
Breezes o'er the ocean play, Speed a barque upon its way;
Sails all spread, it skims the seas, Running swiftly Tore the breeze,
Past a craggy island, where Stands a city proud and fair.
Cannons with a mighty roar Bid the merchants put to shore.
"Tell me what you have for sale, Whither bound and whence you hail?"
Said the merchants: "If you please,
We have sailed the seven seas,
Contraband, prince, was our ware, And our profits-rich and rare.
We have far to travel yet - Homewards - East - our course is set,
Past the Island of Buyan,
Back to gracious Tsar Saltan."
"May fair breezes speed you on, O'er the ocean, o'er the main,
Back to Tsar Saltan again.
Pray remind your tsar from me, That his gracious majesty
Said he'd visit us some day; We regret his long delay.
Off the merchants went. Guidon
This time stayed with his fair bride,
Never more to leave her side.
Merrily the breeze is singing, O'er the waves a ship is winging
Past the Island of Buyan To the realm of Tsar Saltan.
- Oh you, sailors, masters mine- Sailed you far across the brine?
Are things well where you have been? What strange wonders have you seen?"
Quoth the merchants: "If you please,
We have sailed the seven seas. Peace reigns overseas, serene.
There, we saw this wondrous scene: On an island, far away,
Stands a city grand and gay-
Churches tall with golden domes, Gardens green, and stately homes.
Near its palace grows a fir
In whose shade, O royal sir,
Stands a crystal cage; and there
Dwells a squirrel strange and rare,
Full of frolic; all day long, Cracking nuts, it sings a song.
Nuts, most wondrous to behold -
Shells of purest yellow gold,
All the kernels - emeralds bright.
Sentries guard it day and night.
There we saw another wonder -
Every morn, the breakers thunder
And the waves, with mighty roar,
Overflow the barren shore,
Leaving, wonderful to see,
Thirty stalwart knights and three.
Each one brave beyond compare,
Tall of stature, young and fair,
All in mail a-gleaming bright, Marching proudly left and right;
All alike beyond belief,
Led by Chernomor, their chief.
Nor will you find guards so true,
Vigilant and fearless, too.
And his wife is fair, O sire - Gaze on her - you'll never tire.
Brighter than the sun at noon,
She outshines the midnight moon;
In her braids, a crescent beams,
On her brow, a bright star gleams.
Prince Guidon reigns there in glory,
He is praised in song and story.
Prince Guidon sends his respects,
Bade us say he still expects
You to visit him one day
And regrets your long delay."
All impatient, Tsar Saltan Gave command his fleet to man,
But the royal cook, and weaver,
And their mother, sly deceiver, Did their best to keep their tsar
From this wondrous isle so far.
"I'm your tsar and not a child!"
Shouted he in passion wild -
"We will sail today. No more!"
Stamped his foot and slammed the door.
"Mother dear, come hither, do - You, my fair princess, come too -
Only look out yonder - there Sails my father, I declare!"
Through his spyglass, Prince Guidon
Sees the royal fleet sail on;
In salute the cannons roared, Carols sweet from belfries soared.
To the shore Guidon then ran, There to welcome Tsar Saltan,
And the royal cook, and weaver,
And their mother, sly deceiver.
Everything now goes to the House: At the gates of armor shine,
Tsar Saltan looked on to see Thirty stalwart knights and three -
Each one brave beyond compare, Tall of stature, young and fair,
All alike beyond belief,
Led by Chernomor, their chief.
Then he reached the courtyard wide,
Where a lofty fir he spied. In its shadow - lo, behold,
Creacking nuts of solid gold,
Sat a little squirrel, singing, Emeralds into sacklets flinging.
Golden nutshells lay around On the spacious courtyard ground.
"In the garden, truely in the garden ae girl was walking.
She has a heavenly posture and a round, honest face. "
Then the tsar looked up and saw his wife
And his heart began to leap.
"Am I dreaming in my sleep? Who is this I see?
Jest the tsar in stark surprise
tears are streaming from his eyes.
Now the cook, and royal weaver, And their mother, sly deceiver,
Weeping, each her crimes confessed,
Begged forgiveness, beat her breast.
So the tsar, in his great glee
Sent them home across the sea.
Then they all sat down to feast and their laughter never ceased!
- Hail Prince Guidon! Hail! Hail!
- Hail Tsar Saltan Glory! Hail! Hail!
Late at night, with tipsy head,
Tsar Saltan was put to bed.
I drank beer and mead there - yet
Only got my whiskers wet.
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