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Across Italy, the story of three oranges is told. But it’s amazing - in each area it is told in its own way. But the Genoese say one thing, the Neapolitans say another, the Sicilians say the third. And we listened to all these tales and now we know how everything really happened.
The king and queen once lived. They had a palace, there was a kingdom, there were, of course, subjects, but the king and queen had no children.

Once the king said:
- If we had a son, I would put a fountain in the square in front of the palace. And it would not beat wine, but golden olive oil. For seven years women would come to him and bless my son.

Soon, a handsome boy was born to the king and queen. Happy parents fulfilled their vow, and two fountains scored in the square. In the first year, fountains of wine and oil rose above the palace tower. The next year they became lower. In a word, the royal son, every day, became larger, and fountains - smaller.

At the end of the seventh year, the fountains no longer beat, of which wine and oil oozed drop by drop.
Once the royal son went to the square to play skittles. And at the same time, a gray-haired old woman was dragged to the fountains. She brought a sponge and two clay jugs with her. The sponge absorbed either wine or oil, drop by drop, and the old woman squeezed it into jugs.
The jugs are almost full. And suddenly - fuck! - both scattered into shards. What a well-aimed blow! This royal son was aiming with a large wooden ball at the pins, and fell into jugs. At the same moment the fountains dried up, they no longer gave a drop of wine and oil. After all, the royal just at that moment was exactly seven years old.

The old woman shook her crooked finger and spoke in a creaky voice:
“Listen to me, royal son.” Because you broke my jugs, I will put a spell on you. When you blow three times seven years, you will attack longing. And she will torment you until you find a tree with three oranges. And when you find a tree and pick three oranges, you will feel thirsty. Then we’ll see what happens.
The old woman laughed maliciously and trudged away. And the royal son continued to play skittles and after half an hour had already forgotten about the broken jugs and the old woman's spell.

The prince remembered him when he turned three times seven to twenty-one years old. Longing attacked him, and neither hunting games nor magnificent balls could dispel her.
“Ah, where can I find three oranges!” he repeated.
Heard this father-king and mother-queen and said:
“Will we regret for our dear son three, at least three dozen, at least three hundred, at least three thousand oranges!”

And they piled before the prince a mountain of golden fruits. But the prince only shook his head.
- No, these are not those oranges. And what are those that I need, and I do not know. Saddle a horse, I’ll go to look for them. Korolevich saddled a horse, he jumped on him and went. He went, he rode along the roads, didn’t find anything.

Then the prince turned off the road and galloped straight ahead. Riding to the stream he suddenly hears a thin voice:
“Hey, royal son, see how your horse tramples my house!”
The prince looked in all directions - there is nobody.

He looked under the horse's hooves - an egg shell lies in the grass. He dismounted, leaned over, saw - a fairy was sitting in the shell. The prince was surprised, and the fairy said:
- For a long time no one was visiting me, did not bring gifts.

Then the prince removed a ring with an expensive stone from his finger and put on a fairy instead of a belt. The fairy laughed with joy and said:
“I know, I know what you are looking for.” Get a diamond key, and you will get into the garden. There are three oranges hanging on a branch.
- And where to find the diamond key? asked the prince.
“My older sister probably knows that.” She lives in a chestnut grove.
The young man thanked the fairy and mounted his horse. The second fairy really lived in a chestnut grove, in the chestnut shell. The prince gave her a golden buckle from a cloak.
“Thank you,” said the fairy, “I will now have a golden bed.” For this I will tell you a secret. A diamond key lies in a crystal casket.
- And where is the casket? the young man asked.
“My older sister knows that,” the fairy answered. “She lives in a hazel.”

Korolevich tracked down the hazel. The oldest fairy built a house in a hazelnut shell. The royal son took off the gold chain from his neck and presented it to the fairy. The fairy tied the chain to a branch and said:
- It will be my swing. For such a generous gift, I will tell you something that my younger sisters do not know. A crystal casket is located in the palace. The palace stands on a mountain, and that mountain behind three mountains, behind three deserts. The one-eyed watchman guards the casket. Remember well: when the watchman is sleeping, his eye is open, when he is not sleeping, his eye is closed. Go and fear nothing.

How long the prince rode, we do not know. He just crossed over three mountains, drove through three deserts and drove up to that very mountain. Then he dismounted, tied the horse to a tree and looked around. Here is the path. It is completely overgrown with grass, - it is clear that no one has been in these parts for a long time. The prince followed her. A path creeps, wriggling like a snake, all up and up. The prince does not turn off her. And so his path led to the top of the mountain, where the palace stood.
Flew past forty. Korolevich asked her:
“Magpie, magpie, look into the palace window.” See if the watchman is sleeping.
The magpie peered through the window and cried out:
- Sleeping, sleeping! His eye is closed!
“Uh,” the prince said to himself, “now is not the time to enter the palace.”

He waited until night. An owl flew past. Korolevich asked her:
- Owl, owl, look into the palace window. See if the watchman is sleeping.
The owl looked out the window and sniffed:
- Wow! The watchman does not sleep! His eye looks at me like that.
“Now is the time,” the prince told himself and entered the palace.

There he saw a one-eyed watchman. Near the watchman stood a three-legged table, on it a crystal casket. Korolevich lifted the lid of the casket, took out a diamond key, and does not know what to open to them. He began to walk through the palace halls and try to which door a diamond key would fit. I tried all the locks, it does not fit a key.

From the second Cossack.
Orange (short romantic)

H the man walked down the street, squinting at the harsh winter sun. He thought about the exam, which he wasn’t preparing for, the scandal with his ancestors over the next party, that it was not good to interfere with port with gin, leave without breakfast - also, and he would like to go to Paris for a chilling time ... Oppanki! In a fresh snowdrift at the stop - an orange lay. Golden, brilliant and smelling in summer.
This is good luck! He peeled the orange, throwing bright crusts on the snow, put several slices into his mouth at once, and before he had time to chew, he jumped into the ripened trolley bus. At the institute, he intercepted a cheat sheet and unexpectedly passed the exam. The professor patted the old stump on the shoulder and promised a "great future."
A week later he was offered a job at a major travel agency. “A company representative drew attention to your performance in the audience and the ability to work with people. It interested us. ” He became a sales manager, a month later he rented an apartment on the Moika, after three - dropped out of the institute - why ... Things were going well. Japanese TV, the latest Pentium, in the near future Toyota. He quit smoking, drank only champagne at company presentations and ate vitamins in the morning. Work, home, girlfriend from new agents, cold shower, work, home. He was lucky - the money went into the hands themselves. In May, he won a trip to Paris, but he no longer wanted to go there ...
A man walked along the street, squinting from the harsh winter sun. In a fresh snowdrift at the stop - an orange lay. Golden, brilliant, smelling of summer. The man picked up the orange, carefully wiped the snow from a delicate skin ... and handed it to a girl in a thick Chinese jacket.
- Want to?
She glanced in surprise, trustingly, and reflected in her eyes a small red ball.
- And you know - green cats live somewhere!
Silence is no longer than a beep in the phone. They laughed and walked away from the stop, not dismantling the road. I would like to write that they lived happily ever after and died on the same day, but this is generally unimportant ...
And they forgot about the orange. He remained lying in the snow.
© Veronica Butchen, 1998

With a third Cossack.
Three oranges (Italian)

P the story of three oranges is told about all of Italy. But it’s amazing - in each area it is told in its own way. But the Genoese say one thing, the Neapolitans say another, the Sicilians say the third. And we listened to all these tales and now we know how everything really happened.
The king and queen once lived. They had a palace, there was a kingdom, there were, of course, subjects, but the king and queen had no children.
Once the king said:
- If we had a son, I would put a fountain in the square in front of the palace. And it would not beat wine, but golden olive oil. For seven years women would come to him and bless my son.
Soon, a handsome boy was born to the king and queen. Happy parents fulfilled their vow, and two fountains scored in the square. In the first year, fountains of wine and oil rose above the palace tower. The next year they became lower. In a word, the royal son, every day, became larger, and fountains - smaller.
At the end of the seventh year, the fountains no longer beat, of which wine and oil oozed drop by drop.
Once the royal son went to the square to play skittles. And at the same time, a gray-haired old woman was dragged to the fountains. She brought with her a sponge and two clay jugs. The sponge absorbed either wine or oil, drop by drop, and the old woman squeezed it into jugs.
The jugs are almost full. And suddenly - fuck! - both scattered into shards. What a well-aimed blow! This royal son was aiming with a large wooden ball at the pins, and fell into jugs. At the same moment the fountains dried up, they no longer gave a drop of wine and oil. After all, the royal just at that moment was exactly seven years old.
The old woman shook her crooked finger and spoke in a creaky voice:
“Listen to me, royal son.” Because you broke my jugs, I will put a spell on you. When you blow three times seven years, you will attack longing. And she will torment you until you find a tree with three oranges. And when you find a tree and pick three oranges, you will feel thirsty. Then we’ll see what happens.
The old woman laughed maliciously and trudged away.
And the royal son continued to play skittles and after half an hour had already forgotten about the broken jugs and the old woman's spell.
The prince remembered him when he turned three times seven to twenty-one years old. Longing attacked him, and neither hunting games nor magnificent balls could dispel her.
“Ah, where can I find three oranges!” he repeated.
Heard this father-king and mother-queen and said:
“Will we regret for our dear son three, at least three dozen, at least three hundred, at least three thousand oranges!”
And they piled before the prince a mountain of golden fruits. But the prince only shook his head.
- No, these are not those oranges. And what are those that I need, and I do not know. Ride a horse, I’ll go look for them
The king was saddled with a horse, he jumped on him and rode. He rode, he rode along the roads, found nothing. Then the prince turned off the road and galloped straight ahead. Riding to the stream he suddenly hears a thin voice:
“Hey, royal son, see how your horse tramples my house!”
The prince looked in all directions - there is nobody. He looked under the horse's hooves - an egg shell lies in the grass. He dismounted, bent down, sees a fairy sitting in the shell. The prince was surprised, and the fairy said:
- For a long time no one was visiting me, did not bring gifts.
Then the prince removed a ring with an expensive stone from his finger and put on a fairy instead of a belt. The fairy laughed with joy and said:
“I know, I know what you are looking for.” Get a diamond key, and you will get into the garden. There are three oranges hanging on a branch.
- And where to find the diamond key? asked the prince.
“My older sister probably knows that.” She lives in a chestnut grove.
The young man thanked the fairy and mounted his horse. The second fairy really lived in a chestnut grove, in the chestnut shell. The prince gave her a golden buckle from a cloak.
“Thank you,” said the fairy, “I will now have a golden bed.” For this I will tell you a secret. A diamond key lies in a crystal casket.
- And where is the casket? the young man asked.
“My older sister knows that,” the fairy answered. “She lives in a hazel.”
Korolevich tracked down the hazel. The oldest fairy built a house in a hazelnut shell. The royal son took off the gold chain from his neck and presented it to the fairy. The fairy tied the chain to a branch and said:
- It will be my swing. For such a generous gift, I will tell you something that my younger sisters do not know. A crystal casket is located in the palace. The palace stands on a mountain, and that mountain behind three mountains, behind three deserts. The one-eyed watchman guards the casket. Remember well: when the watchman sleeps, his eye is open, when he does not sleep, the eye is closed. Go and fear nothing.
How long the prince rode, we do not know. He just crossed over three mountains, drove through three deserts and drove up to that very mountain. Then he dismounted, tied the horse to a tree and looked around. Here is the path. It is completely overgrown with grass, - it is clear that no one has been in these parts for a long time. The prince followed her. A path creeps, wriggling like a snake, all up and up. The prince does not turn off her. And so his path led to the top of the mountain, where the palace stood.
Flew past forty. Korolevich asked her:
“Magpie, magpie, look into the palace window.” See if the watchman is sleeping.
The magpie peered through the window and cried out:
- Sleeping, sleeping! His eye is closed!
“Uh,” the prince said to himself, “now is not the time to enter the palace.”
He waited until night. An owl flew past. Korolevich asked her:
- Owl, owl, look into the palace window. See if the watchman is sleeping.
The owl looked out the window and sniffed:
- Wow! The watchman does not sleep! His eye looks at me like that.
“Now is the time,” the prince told himself and entered the palace.
There he saw a one-eyed watchman. Near the watchman stood a three-legged table, on it a crystal casket. Korolevich lifted the lid of the casket, took out a diamond key, and does not know what to open to them. He began to walk through the palace halls and try to which door a diamond key would fit. I tried all the locks, it does not fit a key. There was only a small golden door in the farthest hall. The prince put a diamond key in the keyhole, he came, as by standards. The door swung open and the prince entered the garden.
In the middle of the garden was an orange tree, with only three oranges growing on it. But what oranges they were! Large, fragrant, with a gold peel. As if all the generous sun of Italy went to them alone. The royal son plucked oranges, hid them under a cloak and went back.
As soon as the prince descended from the mountain and jumped on his horse, the one-eyed watchman closed his only eye and woke up. He immediately saw that there was no diamond key in the casket. But it was too late, because the prince was riding at full speed on his good horse, taking away three oranges.
Here he crossed one mountain, riding through the desert. A sultry day, not a cloud in the azure sky. Hot air streams over hot sand. The prince wanted to drink. He wanted so much that he could not think of anything else.
“Why, I have three oranges!” He said to himself. “I will eat one and quench my thirst!”
As soon as he cut the peel, the orange fell into two halves. A beautiful girl came out of it.
“Give me a drink,” she asked in a plaintive voice.
What was the prince to do! After all, he himself burned with thirst.
- To drink, to drink! - the girl sighed, fell on the hot sand and died.
The prince warmed over her and rode on. And when he looked around, he saw that an orange grove was turning green in that place. Korolevich was surprised, but did not go back.
Soon the desert was over, the young man rode up to the forest. At the edge of an affable murmur a small stream. Korolevich rushed to the stream, he got drunk himself, watered his horse in plenty, and then sat down to rest under a sprawling chestnut. He took out a second orange from under his cloak, held it in his palm, and the prince began to languish with curiosity as much as his thirst had lately. What is hidden behind the golden peel? And the prince cut the second orange.
The orange fell into two halves, and a girl emerged from it. She was even prettier than the first.
“Give me a drink,” the girl said.
“Here is a stream,” the prince answered, “his water is clean and cool.”
The girl fell to the stream and instantly drank all the water from the stream, even the sand at the bottom of it became dry.
- To drink, to drink! - the girl moaned again, fell on the grass and died.
Korolevich was very upset and said:
“Uh, no, now I don’t take a drop of water in my mouth until I give a drink to the third girl from the third orange!”
And he spurred his horse. I drove a little and looked around. What a miracle! Along the banks of the stream, orange trees stood against the wall. Under the thick greens of their branches, the brook filled with water and sang his song again.
But the prince did not begin to return here either. He rode on, clutching the last orange to his chest.
How he suffered on the road from heat and thirst, is impossible to tell. However, sooner or later, the prince rode up to the river, which flowed near the borders of his native kingdom. Here he cut a third orange, the largest and ripe. The orange opened like petals, and a girl of unprecedented beauty appeared before the prince. Already what the first two were good at, and next to this one would have seemed just plain ugly. The prince could not take his eyes off her. Her face was softer than the flower of an orange tree, her eyes were green as the ovary of a fetus, her hair was golden, like the peel of a ripe orange.
The royal son took her hand and led her to the river. The girl leaned over the river and began to drink. But the river was wide and deep. No matter how much the girl drank, the water did not decrease.
Finally, the beauty raised her head and smiled at the king.
“Thank you, prince, for giving me life.” Here is the daughter of the king of the orange trees. I've been waiting for you in my golden dungeon for so long! And my sisters were waiting too.
“Ah, poor things,” the prince sighed. - It's my fault for their death.
“But they did not die,” said the girl. “Didn't you see that they became orange groves?” They will cool tired travelers and quench their thirst. But now my sisters will never be able to turn into girls.
- And you will not leave me? - exclaimed the prince.
“I will not leave if you do not stop loving me.”
The prince put his hand on the hilt of his sword and vowed that he would not call anyone his wife except the daughter of the king of the orange trees.
He put the girl in front of him on the saddle and galloped to his native palace.
The palace turrets have already shone in the distance. The prince stopped the horse and said:
“Wait for me here, I'll be back in the gold carriage for you and bring you a satin dress and satin slippers.”
- I don’t need either a carriage or outfits. Better not leave me alone.
“But I want you to drive into my father’s palace, as befits the bride of a royal son.” Don’t be afraid, I’ll plant you on a tree branch above this pond. Nobody will see you here.
He picked it up in his arms, planted it on a tree, and he drove into the gate.
At this time, a lame-footed, one-eye curve servant came to the pond to rinse the laundry. She bent over the water and saw a reflection of the girl in the pond.
- Is it really me? cried the maid. “How beautiful I became!” True, the sun itself is envious of my beauty!
The maid raised her eyes to look at the sun, and noticed the girl among the dense foliage. Then the maid understood that she did not see her reflection in the water.
“Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?” - the maid shouted angrily.
“I am the bride of the royal son and wait for him to come after me.”
The maid thought: "Here is a chance to outsmart fate."
“Well, it is still unknown who he will come for,” she replied and began to shake the tree with all her might.
The poor girl from an orange tried, as best she could, to stay on the branches. But the servant girl rocked the trunk more and more. The girl fell off the branch and, falling, turned again into a golden orange.
The maid vividly grabbed an orange, stuck it in her bosom and climbed a tree. As soon as she had seated herself on a branch, the prince rode up in a carriage drawn by six white horses.
The maid did not wait until she was removed from the tree, and jumped to the ground.
The Korolevich staggered back when he saw his bride lame and crooked in one eye.
The maid quickly said:
“Uh, little fiance, don’t worry, it’ll all be gone soon.” A speck hit my eye, and I stayed on a tree. After the wedding, I will become even better than I was.
The prince had no choice but to take her to the palace. After all, he swore on his sword.
The father-king and mother-queen were very upset when they saw the bride of their beloved son. It was worth going for such a beauty almost to the ends of the world! But once the word is given, it is necessary to fulfill it. They began to prepare for the wedding.
It is evening. The whole palace shone with lights. The tables were lavishly set, and the guests were discharged to the nines. Everyone had fun. Only the royal son was sad. He was tormented by longing, such a longing, as if he had never held three oranges in his hands. Though once again mount a horse and go somewhere unknown, it is not known why.
Then they hit the bell, and everyone sat at the table. And at the head of the table they put young people. Servants surrounded the guests with skillfully prepared dishes and drinks.
The bride tried one dish, tried another, but each piece stuck in her throat. She was thirsty. But no matter how much she drank, her thirst did not abate. Then she remembered the orange and decided to eat it. Suddenly an orange rolled out of her hands and rolled across the table, pronouncing in a gentle voice: A crooked crook sits at the table, But the truth with it penetrated the house!
The guests held their breath. The bride turned pale. An orange rolled around the table, rolled over to the prince and opened. From it came the beautiful daughter of the king of orange trees.
The prince took her hands and led her to her father and mother.
- Here is my real bride!
The evil liar was immediately driven away. And the prince and the girl from the orange celebrated a merry wedding and lived happily until old age.
Original

With the fourth Cossack.
Orange (Favorite)

D so I rode in the evening on a small steamboat. The river is calm, it smoothed the water, with the sky in the peepers of ghats - who will look at whom. And I looked at them. I’m eating, I’m looking, and I’m peeling the orange itself and doing this thing is clever.
He cleaned the orange and threw it into the water, in his hands only the crust remained. In sunny silence and brightness, I was not upset. I noticed a place on smooth water. Then, how do I get the salmon out? I’m not a spout, but I’ll turn to the orange place to see what my orange is doing?
Orange has grown, they know what I need soon, it grows in a hurry, waved branches, waved leaves. Soon, and over the water, he waved a large green tree and set off in color.
And whether this was beautiful, like water all around, one water, heaven above, in the middle an orange tree blossoms! Our region is rich in light in summer. The sun is around the clock. The oranges immediately ripened. On the long branches, on
green sheets like lanterns of gold. There are a lot of oranges, you see, they are large, juicy, but it’s high from the water - you won’t get it either with your hand or oar, you won’t put a ladder on the water.
Many city drove up, circled around, only everything
to no avail. Once the storm rose, the water reared. I jumped into the boat, took fifteen carbases with me, I drove up to the orange tree. They throw me waves, and I rip oranges. Fifteen carbases loaded with large tops, and the boat is full. At the very top, one orange remained. Fifteen carbases and a boat with oranges drove into the village. The whole village was full of oranges all winter.
My thought takes how to get the rest of the orange. On a holiday, in calm weather, he rode up in a boat to an orange tree. And near the tree, too, in a boat, smart and franchise are spinning. The dandy is all covered and pulled over - as thin as a nightie. And the franchise is crushed without any measure, she also has a skirt on hoops. Frantiha vaihivat:
- Ah, ah! How I want an orange! Ah, ah! I can neither be nor live without an orange.
Frant will be rejected: - Is an orange for you? I'm with now!
He got up covered, thin-legged and, like a spring, jumped from a boat. I didn’t get an orange, I fell on a boat, on the stern itself. The boat jumped out with his nose, threw the franchise. Frantiha overturned over the water, slammed into the water with skirts and hoops and spun around like a real floating animal! Frant sat in the boat, Franchiha threw the rope and drove past the city in tow.
Frantiha shows pleasantness on her face, waved with a pen and says so loudly:
- Now I hate to ride in boats, like everyone else, and oh, how self-propelled it is to ride a self-propelled gun on the river!
The city franchisees lost their temper, they wanted to swim in the same way with good words, a sweet voice on the shore of those who walked to tease. Frantichi dozens jumped into the water.
The people who were unemployed earned a lot that time - they dug wet francs from the water with hooks. It was ridiculous to watch, as at a farce show.
He turned back to the orange tree, bent the tree and pulled out an orange.
It became in the evening, the water subsided, smoothed out, sparkled. Heaven looks into the water, admires himself. I began to peel an orange without haste, with
thoughtfulness. He cleaned the orange, looked back at himself, but I only
peels in the hands. Once again, I threw the orange into the water thoughtfully.
He must again put it for the future.
Original

Orange is such a joyful fruit that when you look at it, your mood immediately rises. And eat a slice - and you will feel incredible taste! Do you know a fairy tale about Orange? If not, then let's read it ...

“About Smart Orange”
  The author of the tale: Iris review

Once Orange saw a strange picture outside the window. Instead of the fabulous palm trees familiar to his eyes, there are trees without green outfits; instead of silky grasses - a carpet of white snow.

- Strange. In my native Egypt, this does not happen. In Egypt it is always warm and the trees are dressed, thought Orange.

Soon Orange caught the eye of the new mistress.

“What a good fruit,” she rejoiced.

The hostess made juice from the pulp of orange. She chopped the remains of the orange and added it to the cake. And from the orange peels made delicious candied fruits.

Orange was very proud that it fit for many goodies. It was very important for him to feel his need.

- I am also in demand here, as in my native Egypt. And it doesn’t matter that outside the window are pictures of winter. What a good country, what a good people!

Questions for the fairy tale "About Smart Orange"

What picture is the Orange used to watching outside the window?

What country is Orange from?

What did the mistress cook from Orange?

Why do you like oranges?

Across Italy, the story of three oranges is told. But it’s amazing - in each area it is told in its own way. But the Genoese say one thing, the Neapolitans say another, the Sicilians say the third. And we listened to all these tales and now we know how everything really happened.

The king and queen once lived. They had a palace, there was a kingdom, there were, of course, subjects, but the king and queen had no children.

Once the king said:

- If we had a son, I would put a fountain in the square in front of the palace.

And it would not beat wine, but golden olive oil. For seven years women would come to him and bless my son.

Soon, a handsome boy was born to the king and queen. Happy parents fulfilled their vow, and two fountains scored in the square. In the first year, fountains of wine and oil rose above the palace tower. The next year they became lower. In a word, the royal son, every day, became larger, and fountains - smaller.

At the end of the seventh year, the fountains no longer beat, of which wine and oil oozed drop by drop.

Once the royal son went to the square to play skittles. And at the same time, a gray-haired old woman was dragged to the fountains. She brought with her a sponge and two clay jugs. The sponge absorbed either wine or oil, drop by drop, and the old woman squeezed it into jugs.

The jugs are almost full. And suddenly - fuck! - both scattered into shards.

What a well-aimed blow! This royal son was aiming with a large wooden ball at the pins, and fell into jugs. At the same moment the fountains dried up, they no longer gave a drop of wine and oil. After all, the royal just at that moment was exactly seven years old.

The old woman shook her crooked finger and spoke in a creaky voice:

“Listen to me, royal son.” Because you broke my jugs, I will put a spell on you. When you blow three times seven years, you will attack longing.

And she will torment you until you find a tree with three oranges.

And when you find a tree and pick three oranges, you will feel thirsty.

Then we’ll see what happens.

The old woman laughed maliciously and trudged away.

And the royal son continued to play skittles and after half an hour had already forgotten about the broken jugs and the old woman's spell.

The prince remembered him when he turned three times seven to twenty-one years old. Longing attacked him, and neither hunting games nor magnificent balls could dispel her.

“Ah, where can I find three oranges!” He repeated.

Heard this father-king and mother-queen and said:

“Will we regret for our dear son three, at least three dozen, at least three hundred, at least three thousand oranges!”

And they piled before the prince a mountain of golden fruits. But the prince only shook his head.

- No, these are not those oranges. And what are those that I need, and I do not know.

Saddle a horse, I’ll go to look for them. Korolevich saddled a horse, he jumped on him and went. He went, he rode along the roads, didn’t find anything. Then the prince turned off the road and galloped straight ahead. Riding to the stream he suddenly hears a thin voice:

“Hey, royal son, see how your horse tramples my house!”

The prince looked in all directions - there is nobody. He looked under the horse's hooves - an egg shell lies in the grass. He dismounted, leaned over, saw - a fairy was sitting in the shell. The prince was surprised, and the fairy said:

- For a long time no one was visiting me, did not bring gifts.

Then the prince removed a ring with an expensive stone from his finger and put on a fairy instead of a belt. The fairy laughed with joy and said:

“I know, I know what you are looking for.” Get a diamond key, and you will get into the garden. There are three oranges hanging on a branch.

- And where to find the diamond key? Asked the prince.

“My older sister probably knows that.” She lives in a chestnut grove.

The young man thanked the fairy and mounted his horse. The second fairy really lived in a chestnut grove, in the chestnut shell. The prince gave her a golden buckle from a cloak.

“Thank you,” said the fairy, “I will now have a golden bed.”

For this I will tell you a secret. A diamond key lies in a crystal casket.

- And where is the casket? The young man asked.

“My older sister knows that,” the fairy answered. “She lives in a hazel.”

Korolevich tracked down the hazel. The oldest fairy built a house in a hazelnut shell. The royal son took off the gold chain from his neck and presented it to the fairy. The fairy tied the chain to a branch and said:

- It will be my swing. For such a generous gift, I will tell you something that my younger sisters do not know. A crystal casket is located in the palace. The palace stands on a mountain, and that mountain behind three mountains, behind three deserts. The one-eyed watchman guards the casket. Remember well: when the watchman is sleeping, his eye is open, when he is not sleeping, his eye is closed. Go and fear nothing.

How long the prince rode, we do not know. He just crossed over three mountains, drove through three deserts and drove up to that very mountain. Then he dismounted, tied the horse to a tree and looked around. Here is the path. It is completely overgrown with grass, - it is clear that no one has been in these parts for a long time. The prince followed her. A path creeps, wriggling like a snake, all up and up. The prince does not turn off her. And so his path led to the top of the mountain, where the palace stood.

Flew past forty. Korolevich asked her:

“Magpie, magpie, look into the palace window.” See if the watchman is sleeping.

The magpie peered through the window and cried out:

- Sleeping, sleeping! His eye is closed!

“Uh,” the prince said to himself, “now is not the time to enter the palace.”

He waited until night. An owl flew past. Korolevich asked her:

- Owl, owl, look into the palace window. See if the watchman is sleeping.

The owl looked out the window and sniffed:

- Wow! The watchman does not sleep! His eye looks at me like that.

“Now is the time,” the prince told himself and entered the palace.

There he saw a one-eyed watchman. Near the watchman stood a three-legged table, on it a crystal casket. Korolevich lifted the lid of the casket, took out a diamond key, and does not know what to open to them. He began to walk through the palace halls and try to which door a diamond key would fit. I tried all the locks, it does not fit a key. There was only a small golden door in the farthest hall. The prince put a diamond key in the keyhole, he came, as by standards. The door swung open and the prince entered the garden.

In the middle of the garden was an orange tree, with only three oranges growing on it. But what oranges they were! Large, fragrant, with a gold peel.

As if all the generous sun of Italy went to them alone. The royal son plucked oranges, hid them under a cloak and went back.

As soon as the prince descended from the mountain and jumped on his horse, the one-eyed watchman closed his only eye and woke up. He immediately saw that there was no diamond key in the casket. But it was too late, because the prince was riding at full speed on his good horse, taking away three oranges.

Here he crossed one mountain, riding through the desert. A sultry day, not a cloud in the azure sky. Hot air streams over hot sand.

The prince wanted to drink. He wanted so much that he could not think of anything else.

Why, I have three oranges! He told himself. - I’ll eat one and quench my thirst!

As soon as he cut the peel, the orange fell into two halves. A beautiful girl came out of it.

“Give me a drink,” she asked in a plaintive voice.

What was the prince to do! After all, he himself burned with thirst.

- To drink, to drink! - the girl sighed, fell on the hot sand and died.

Soon the desert was over, the young man rode up to the forest. At the edge of the river a gentle stream murmured affably. Korolevich rushed to the stream, he got drunk himself, watered his horse in plenty, and then sat down to rest under a sprawling chestnut. He took out a second orange from under his cloak, held it in his palm, and the prince began to languish with curiosity as much as his thirst had lately. What is hidden behind the golden peel? And the prince cut the second orange.

The orange fell into two halves, and a girl emerged from it. She was even prettier than the first.

“Give me a drink,” the girl said.

“Here is a stream,” the prince answered, “his water is clean and cool.”

The girl fell to the stream and instantly drank all the water from the stream, even the sand at the bottom of it became dry.

- To drink, to drink! - the girl moaned again, fell on the grass and died.

Korolevich was very upset and said:

“Uh, no, now I don’t take a drop of water in my mouth until I give a drink to the third girl from the third orange!”

And he spurred his horse. I drove a little and looked around. What a miracle!

Along the banks of the stream, orange trees stood against the wall. Under the thick greens of their branches, the brook filled with water and sang his song again.

But the prince did not begin to return here either. He rode on, clutching the last orange to his chest.

How he suffered on the road from heat and thirst, is impossible to tell. However, sooner or later, the prince rode up to the river, which flowed near the borders of his native kingdom. Here he cut a third orange, the largest and ripe. The orange opened like petals, and a girl of unprecedented beauty appeared before the prince. Already what the first two were good at, and next to this one would have seemed just plain ugly. The prince could not take his eyes off her. Her face was softer than the flower of an orange tree, her eyes were green as the ovary of a fetus, her hair was golden, like the peel of a ripe orange.

The royal son took her hand and led her to the river. The girl leaned over the river and began to drink. But the river was wide and deep. No matter how much the girl drank, the water did not decrease.

Finally, the beauty raised her head and smiled at the king.

“Thank you, prince, for giving me life.” Here is the daughter of the king of the orange trees. I've been waiting for you in my golden dungeon for so long!

And my sisters were waiting too.

“Ah, poor things,” the prince sighed. - It's my fault for their death.

“But they did not die,” said the girl. “Didn't you see that they became orange groves?” They will cool tired travelers and quench their thirst. But now my sisters will never be able to turn into girls.

- And you will not leave me? - exclaimed the prince.

“I will not leave if you do not stop loving me.”

The prince put his hand on the hilt of his sword and vowed that he would not call anyone his wife except the daughter of the king of the orange trees.

He put the girl in front of him on the saddle and galloped to his native palace.

The palace turrets have already shone in the distance. The prince stopped the horse and said:

“Wait for me here, I'll be back in the gold carriage for you and bring you a satin dress and satin slippers.”

- I don’t need either a carriage or outfits. Better not leave me alone.

“But I want you to drive into my father’s palace, as befits the bride of a royal son.” Don’t be afraid, I’ll plant you on a tree branch above this pond. Nobody will see you here.

He picked it up in his arms, planted it on a tree, and he drove into the gate.

At this time, a lame-footed, one-eye curve servant came to the pond to rinse the laundry. She bent over the water and saw a reflection of the girl in the pond.

- Is it really me? Cried the maid. - How beautiful I became! True, the sun itself is envious of my beauty!

The maid raised her eyes to look at the sun, and noticed the girl among the dense foliage. Then the maid understood that she did not see her reflection in the water.

“Hey, who are you and what are you doing here?” - the maid shouted angrily.

“I am the bride of the royal son and wait for him to come after me.”

The maid thought: Here is a chance to outsmart fate.

“Well, it is still unknown who he will come for,” she replied and began to shake the tree with all her might.

The poor girl from an orange tried, as best she could, to stay on the branches. But the servant girl rocked the trunk more and more. The girl fell off the branch and, falling, turned again into a golden orange.

The maid vividly grabbed an orange, stuck it in her bosom and climbed a tree. As soon as she had seated herself on a branch, the prince rode up in a carriage drawn by six white horses.

The maid did not wait until she was removed from the tree, and jumped to the ground.

The Korolevich staggered back when he saw his bride lame and crooked in one eye.

The maid quickly said:

“Uh, little fiance, don’t worry, it’ll all be gone soon. A speck hit my eye, and I stayed on a tree. After the wedding, I will become even better than I was.

The prince had no choice but to take her to the palace. After all, he swore on his sword.

The father-king and mother-queen were very upset when they saw the bride of their beloved son. It was worth going for such a beauty almost to the ends of the world! But once the word is given, it is necessary to fulfill it. They began to prepare for the wedding.

It is evening. The whole palace shone with lights. The tables were lavishly set, and the guests were discharged to the nines. Everyone had fun. Only the royal son was sad. He was tormented by longing, such a longing, as if he had never held three oranges in his hands. Though once again mount a horse and go somewhere unknown, it is not known why.

Then they hit the bell, and everyone sat at the table. And at the head of the table they put young people. Servants surrounded the guests with skillfully prepared dishes and drinks.

The bride tried one dish, tried another, but each piece stuck in her throat. She was thirsty. But no matter how much she drank, her thirst did not abate. Then she remembered the orange and decided to eat it.

Suddenly an orange rolled out of her hands and rolled across the table, pronouncing in a gentle voice: A crooked crook sits at the table, But the truth with it penetrated the house!

The guests held their breath. The bride turned pale. An orange rolled around the table, rolled over to the prince and opened. From it came the beautiful daughter of the king of orange trees.

The prince took her hands and led her to her father and mother.

- Here is my real bride!

The evil liar was immediately driven away. And the prince and the girl from the orange celebrated a merry wedding and lived happily until old age.

  Our daily life - like a long serpentine ribbon - stretches and stretches. If you follow this tape all the time, very soon crazy thoughts disappear from your head, the body becomes so slow to rise and No Mood covers you. Because nothing happens. Everything is as always, every morning. The same route, the same people, the same actions ... Being in this gray state, it is very easy to forget what happens in another way.

  But! We are our own masters, right? Is it difficult to do something unusual that may be long wanted, but just as long delayed? Every day in the project site Kalen-Dar is dedicated to one holiday. You can follow them or not follow. But if you want something unusual - look what day it is today. Maybe you were waiting for him a long time ago, but he took it and stepped on?

Have you ever heard of orange tales? Do not make laugh, this should mean that you have never eaten oranges! Each of these wet, sunny, bright balls tells you a fairy tale - it begins every time you look at the fruit shelf in the store. These are warm stories about lands where they did not see snow, hot stories about wild and herbivorous inhabitants of the southern plains, stuffy parables about amazing black hands picking a ripe fruit from a branch ... After all, every domesticated orange, even grown in a greenhouse near Rostov-on-Don - A real African, whatever one may say! And inside each of them lives its own little sun - an orange tale ... today is the best day for one of them, is not it?

Orange Tales Day? Why not. We offer you a selection of fairy tales. And read and see.

THREE APELSIN

Italian fairy tale

Across Italy, the story of three oranges is told. But it’s amazing - in each area it is told in its own way. But the Genoese say one thing, the Neapolitans say another, the Sicilians say the third. And we listened to all these tales and now we know how everything really happened.

The king and queen once lived. They had a palace, there was a kingdom, there were, of course, subjects, but the king and queen had no children.

Once the king said:

- If we had a son, I would put a fountain in the square in front of the palace. And it would not beat wine, but golden olive oil. For seven years women would come to him and bless my son.

Soon, a handsome boy was born to the king and queen. Happy parents fulfilled their vow, and two fountains scored in the square. In the first year, fountains of wine and oil rose above the palace tower. The next year they became lower. In a word, the royal son, every day, became larger, and fountains - smaller.

At the end of the seventh year, the fountains no longer beat, of which wine and oil oozed drop by drop.

Once the royal son went to the square to play skittles. And at the same time, a gray-haired old woman was dragged to the fountains. She brought with her a sponge and two clay jugs. The sponge absorbed either wine or oil, drop by drop, and the old woman squeezed it into jugs.

The jugs are almost full. And suddenly - fuck! - both scattered into shards. What a well-aimed blow! This royal son was aiming with a large wooden ball at the pins, and fell into jugs. At the same moment the fountains dried up, they no longer gave a drop of wine and oil. After all, the royal just at that moment was exactly seven years old.

The old woman shook her crooked finger and spoke in a creaky voice:

“Listen to me, royal son.” Because you broke my jugs, I will put a spell on you. When you blow three times seven years, you will attack longing. And she will torment you until you find a tree with three oranges. And when you find a tree and pick three oranges, you will feel thirsty. Then we’ll see what happens.

The old woman laughed maliciously and trudged away.

And the royal son continued to play skittles and after half an hour had already forgotten about the broken jugs and the old woman's spell.

The prince remembered him when he turned three times seven to twenty-one years old. Longing attacked him, and neither hunting games nor magnificent balls could dispel her.

Ah, where to find me three oranges! he repeated.

Heard this father-king and mother-queen and said:

Can we really regret for our dear son three, at least three dozen, at least three hundred, at least three thousand oranges!

And they piled before the prince a mountain of golden fruits. But the prince only shook his head.

No, these are not those oranges. And what are those that I need, and I do not know. Ride a horse, I’ll go look for them

The king was saddled with a horse, he jumped on him and rode. He traveled, he traveled on the roads, did not find anything. Then the prince turned off the road and galloped straight ahead. Ran to the creek, he suddenly hears a thin voice:

Hey royal son, watch your horse trample my house!

The prince looked in all directions - there is nobody. He looked under the horse's hooves - an egg shell lies in the grass. He dismounted, leaned over, saw - a fairy was sitting in the shell. The prince was surprised, and the fairy said:

For a long time no one was visiting me, did not bring gifts.

Then the prince removed a ring with an expensive stone from his finger and put on a fairy instead of a belt. The fairy laughed with joy and said:

I know, I know what you are looking for. Get a diamond key, and you will get into the garden. There are three oranges hanging on a branch.

And where to find the diamond key? asked the prince.

My older sister probably knows this. She lives in a chestnut grove.

The young man thanked the fairy and mounted his horse. The second fairy really lived in a chestnut grove, in the chestnut shell. The prince gave her a golden buckle from a cloak.

Thank you, ”said the fairy,“ I will now have a golden bed. ” For this I will tell you a secret. A diamond key lies in a crystal casket.

And where is the casket? the young man asked.

My older sister knows this, ”the fairy answered. “She lives in a hazel.”

Korolevich tracked down the hazel. The oldest fairy built a house in a hazelnut shell. The royal son took off the gold chain from his neck and presented it to the fairy. The fairy tied the chain to a branch and said:

It will be my swing. For such a generous gift, I will tell you something that my younger sisters do not know. A crystal casket is located in the palace. The palace stands on a mountain, and that mountain behind three mountains, behind three deserts. The one-eyed watchman guards the casket. Remember well: when the watchman is sleeping, his eye is open, when he is not sleeping, his eye is closed. Go and fear nothing.

How long the prince rode, we do not know. He just crossed over three mountains, drove through three deserts and drove up to that very mountain. Then he dismounted, tied the horse to a tree and looked around. Here is the path. It is completely overgrown with grass, - it is clear that no one has been in these parts for a long time. The prince followed her. A path creeps, wriggling like a snake, all up and up. The prince does not turn off her. And so his path led to the top of the mountain, where the palace stood.

Flew past forty. Korolevich asked her:

Magpie, magpie, look into the palace window. See if the guard is sleeping.

The magpie peered through the window and cried out:

Sleeping, sleeping! His eye is closed!

Uh, the prince told himself, now is not the time to enter the palace.

He waited until night. An owl flew past. Korolevich asked her:

Owl, owl, look into the palace window. See if the guard is sleeping.

The owl looked out the window and sniffed:

Wow The watchman does not sleep! His eye looks at me like that.

Now is the time, the prince told himself and entered the palace.

There he saw a one-eyed watchman. Near the watchman stood a three-legged table, on it a crystal casket. Korolevich lifted the lid of the casket, took out a diamond key, and does not know what to open to them. He began to walk through the palace halls and try to which door a diamond key would fit. I tried all the locks, it does not fit a key. There was only a small golden door in the farthest hall. The prince put a diamond key in the keyhole, he came, as by standards. The door swung open immediately and the prince entered the garden.

In the middle of the garden was an orange tree, with only three oranges growing on it. But what oranges they were! Large, fragrant, with a gold peel. As if all the generous sun of Italy went to them alone. The royal son plucked oranges, hid them under a cloak and went back.

As soon as the prince descended from the mountain and jumped on his horse, the one-eyed watchman closed his only eye and woke up. He immediately saw that there was no diamond key in the casket. But it was too late, because the prince was riding at full speed on his good horse, taking away three oranges.

Here he crossed one mountain, riding through the desert. A sultry day, not a cloud in the azure sky. Hot air streams over hot sand. The prince wanted to drink. He wanted so much that he could not think of anything else.

“Why, I have three oranges!” He said to himself. “I will eat one and quench my thirst!”

As soon as he cut the peel, the orange fell into two halves. A beautiful girl came out of it.

Give me a drink, ”she asked in a plaintive voice.

What was the prince to do! After all, he himself burned with thirst.

To drink, to drink! - the girl sighed, fell on the hot sand and died.

The prince warmed over her and rode on. And when he looked around, he saw that an orange grove was turning green in that place. Korolevich was surprised, but did not go back.

Soon the desert was over, the young man rode up to the forest. At the edge of the river a gentle stream murmured affably. Korolevich rushed to the stream, he got drunk himself, watered his horse in plenty, and then sat down to rest under a sprawling chestnut. He took out a second orange from under his cloak, held it in his palm, and the prince began to languish with curiosity as much as his thirst had lately. What is hidden behind the golden peel? And the prince cut the second orange.

The orange fell into two halves, and a girl emerged from it. She was even prettier than the first.

Give me a drink, ”the girl said.

Here is a stream, ”the prince answered,“ his water is clean and cool.

The girl fell to the stream and instantly drank all the water from the stream, even the sand at the bottom of it became dry.

To drink, to drink! - the girl moaned again, fell on the grass and died.

Korolevich was very upset and said:

Uh, no, now I don’t take a drop of water in my mouth until I give a drink to the third girl from the third orange!

And he spurred his horse. I drove a little and looked around. What a miracle! Along the banks of the stream, orange trees stood against the wall. Under the thick greens of their branches, the brook filled with water and sang his song again.

But the prince did not begin to return here either. He rode on, clutching the last orange to his chest.

How he suffered on the road from heat and thirst, is impossible to tell. However, sooner or later, the prince rode up to the river, which flowed near the borders of his native kingdom. Here he cut a third orange, the largest and ripe. The orange opened like petals, and a girl of unprecedented beauty appeared before the prince. Already what the first two were good at, and next to this one would have seemed just plain ugly. The prince could not take his eyes off her. Her face was softer than the flower of an orange tree, her eyes were green as the ovary of a fetus, her hair was golden, like the peel of a ripe orange.

The royal son took her hand and led her to the river. The girl leaned over the river and began to drink. But the river was wide and deep. No matter how much the girl drank, the water did not decrease.

Finally, the beauty raised her head and smiled at the king.

Thank you, prince, for giving me life. Here is the daughter of the king of the orange trees. I've been waiting for you in my golden dungeon for so long! And my sisters were waiting too.

Ah, poor things, ”sighed the prince. - It's my fault for their death.

But they didn’t die, ”the girl said. “Didn't you see that they became orange groves?” They will cool tired travelers and quench their thirst. But now my sisters will never be able to turn into girls.

And you will not leave me? - exclaimed the prince.

I will not leave if you do not stop loving me.

The prince put his hand on the hilt of his sword and vowed that he would not call anyone his wife except the daughter of the king of the orange trees.

He put the girl in front of him on the saddle and galloped to his native palace.

The palace turrets have already shone in the distance. The prince stopped the horse and said:

The poor girl from an orange tried, as best she could, to stay on the branches. But the servant girl rocked the trunk more and more. The girl fell off the branch and, falling, turned again into a golden orange.

The maid vividly grabbed an orange, stuck it in her bosom and climbed a tree. As soon as she had seated herself on a branch, the prince rode up in a carriage drawn by six white horses.

The maid did not wait until she was removed from the tree, and jumped to the ground.

The Korolevich staggered back when he saw his bride lame and crooked in one eye.

The maid quickly said:

Uh, honey, don’t worry, it’s all going to pass soon. A speck hit my eye, and I stayed on a tree. After the wedding, I will become even better than I was.

The prince had no choice but to take her to the palace. After all, he swore on his sword.

The father-king and mother-queen were very upset when they saw the bride of their beloved son. It was worth going for such a beauty almost to the ends of the world! But once the word is given, it is necessary to fulfill it. They began to prepare for the wedding.

It is evening. The whole palace shone with lights. The tables were lavishly set, and the guests were discharged to the nines. Everyone had fun. Only the royal son was sad. He was tormented by longing, such a longing, as if he had never held three oranges in his hands. Though once again mount a horse and go unknown where, it is not known why.

The bride tried one dish, tried another, but each piece stuck in her throat. She was thirsty. But no matter how much she drank, her thirst did not abate. Then she remembered the orange and decided to eat it. Suddenly an orange rolled out of her hands and rolled across the table, pronouncing in a gentle voice: A crooked crook sits at the table, But the truth with it penetrated the house!

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Screen versions of the tales of Boris Shergin and Stepan Pisakhov