Текст песни Русская народная сказка - Снегурочка

Once upon a time there was a peasant Ivan, and his wife Marya. Ivan and Marya lived in love and harmony, only they did not have children. So they grew old alone. They strongly lamented about their misfortune and only looking at other people's children were comforted. And there is nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. Once, when winter came and the young snow was attacking knee-deep, the children poured out into the street to play, and our old men sat down by the window to look at them.
The children ran, frolicked and began to sculpt a woman out of the snow. Ivan and Marya looked in silence, thoughtful. Suddenly Ivan chuckled and said:
- We should go too, wife, and mold ourselves a woman!
On Marya, apparently, he also found a merry hour.
“Well,” she says, “let's go for a walk in old age! Only on what you sculpt a woman: will be with you and me alone. Let us blind ourselves to a child out of the snow, if God did not give a living one!
"What's true is true ..." Ivan said, took his hat and went into the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt a doll out of the snow: they rolled up the torso with arms and legs, put a round ball of snow on top and smoothed the head out of it.
- God help? - someone said, passing by.
- Thank you, thank you! - answered Ivan.
- What are you doing?
- Yes, that's what you see! - says Ivan.
- Snow Maiden ... - said Marya, laughing.
So they sculpted a nose, made two dimples in the forehead, and as soon as Ivan drew his mouth, a warm breath suddenly breathed out of him. Ivan hastily took his hand away, only looks - the dimples in his forehead have become protruding, and from them little blue eyes are looking out, now the lips are smiling like crimson ones.
- What is it? Isn't it an obsession? - Ivan said, putting the sign of the cross on himself.
And the doll tilts its head towards him, as if it were alive, and moved its arms and legs in the snow, like a baby in diapers.
- Ah, Ivan, Ivan! cried Marya, trembling with joy. - The Lord gives us this child! - and rushed to hug the Snow Maiden, and from the Snow Maiden all the snow fell off like a shell from a testicle, and in her arms Marya was already a really live girl.
- Oh you, my dear Snegurushka! - said the old woman, embracing her desired and unexpected child, and ran with him into the hut.
Ivan forcibly came to his senses from such a miracle, and Marya was without memory for joy.
And now the Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds, and that day, everything is better. Ivan and Marya will not get enough of her. And fun went in their house. The girls from the village are hopeless for them: they amuse and clean up their grandmother's daughter, like a doll, talk to her, sing songs, play all kinds of games with her and teach her everything about what they have. And the Snow Maiden is so clever: she notices and adopts everything.
And during the winter she became like a girl of about thirteen: she understands everything, talks about everything, and in such a sweet voice that you will hear. And she is so kind, obedient and friendly to everyone. And by herself she is as white as snow; eyes like forget-me-nots, a light-blond braid to the waist, there is no blush at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And even without that she was so good-looking and good that it was lovely to see. And how it used to play out, so comforting and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone will not stop looking at the Snow Maiden. The old woman Marya does not like a soul in her.
- Here, Ivan! - she used to say to her husband. - After all, God has given us joy for old age! My heartfelt sorrow is gone!
And Ivan told her:
- Thanks be to the Lord! Here joy is not eternal and sadness is not endless ...
Winter has passed. The spring sun played joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. In the glades an ant turned green, and a lark began to sing. Already the red girls gathered in a round dance near the village and sang:
- Spring is red! What did you wear, what did you wear? ..
- On the bipod, on the harrow!
And the Snow Maiden was bored of something.
- What's the matter with you, my child? Marya said more than once to her, numbing her. - Aren't you sick? You are all so sad, completely asleep from your face. Have you been jinxed by an unkind person?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
- Nothing, grandma! I am healthy...

Spring has driven the last snow with its red days