In the glorious city of Rostov, at the Rostov priest’s cathedral was a single son. His name was Alyosha, they nicknamed him Father Popovich. Alyosha Popovich did not read and write, he did not sit down for books, but learned to own a spear from a small age, to shoot from archery, to tame heroic horses. Silo Alyosha is not a great hero, but he took a cunning and cunning. Alyosha Popovich grew up to the age of sixteen, and he became bored in his father’s house. He began to ask his father to let him go to a clean field, in wide expanse, to travel along Russia, to reach the blue sea, to hunt in the woods. His father let him go, gave him the horse of a hero, a sword, a sharp spear and a bow and arrows. Alyosha began to saddle his horse, began to say: “Serve me right, hero of
Only Alyosha took up his bread, for salt – the doors of the hotel were dissolved, twelve grooms were brought in on Tugarin’s gold plaque, they were placed next to Prince Vladimir. The officers came running, brought fried geese, swans, and brought buckets of sweet honey. And Tugarin behaves in a very unfriendly way, impolite. He grabbed a swan-gear and ate with bones, pushed the whole with his cheek. He grabbed his pies and put it in his mouth, for ten spears in one gulp, he poured honey into his throat. No sooner had the guests taken a piece, but already on the table only bones. Alyosha Popovich frowned and said: “My priest Leonty had a dog old and greedy. She seized the big bone and choked. I grabbed her by the tail, threw him downhill – the same will be from me to Tugarin. Darkened Tugarin, like an autumn night, snatched a sharp dagger and threw it at Alesha Popovich. Here would Alyosha and the end came, Yes, Ekim Ivanovich jumped up, caught the dagger on the fly. “My dear brother, Alyosha Popovich, will you yourself throw a knife into it or will you let me?” “And I will not abandon myself, and I will not allow you to: I do not have the courage to lead a quarrel with the prince in the upper room.” And I’ll be transferred to him tomorrow in the open field, and not to be Tugarin alive tomorrow evening. Noisy guests, argued, began to hold a mortgage, all for Tugarin put-and ships, and goods, and money. Only Princess Apraksia and Ekim Ivanovich put up for Alyosha. Alyosha got up from behind the table, went with Ekim to his tent on the Safat river. All night Alyosha does not sleep, looks at the sky, summons a cloud of storm to moisten the Tugarin wings with rain. In the morning light Tugarin flew over the tent winding, he wants to strike from above. Yes, not in vain Alyosha did not sleep: a cloud of thunder stormed, stormy, spilled rain, moistened Tugarinov’s horse with mighty wings. The horse rushed to the ground, on the ground galloped. Alyosha sits firmly in the saddle, waving his sharp sword. Tugarin roared so that a leaf from the trees crumbled: “Here you, Alyoshka, the end: I’ll want to – I’ll burn the fire, I want to – I’ll tinder the horse, I’ll want it – I’ll kill the horse with a spear!” Alyosha approached him and said: – What are you deceiving, Tugarin. We fought with you on a bet that one by one we measure by force, and now behind you there is a force incalculable! Tugarin looked back, wanted to see what power behind him, and Alyosha only needed it. He waved a sharp sword and cut off his head! The head rocked to the ground like a beer pot, the mother earth buzzed! Alyosha jumped off, he wanted to take his head, but could not lift it from the ground. Alyosha Popovich shouted in a strong voice: “Hey, you loyal comrades, help Tugarin’s head to be lifted from the ground!” Ekim Ivanovich drove up with his comrades, helped Alyosha Popovich with Tugarin’s head for the hero’s horse. As they arrived to Kiev, they stopped at the prince’s court, threw a monster in the middle of the courtyard. Prince Vladimir came out with the princess, invited Alyosha for the princely table, and said to Alyosha affectionate words: “Live, Alyosha, in Kiev, serve me, Prince Vladimir.” I’ll give you a drink, Alyosha. Alyosha remained in Kiev as a volunteer; So young Aliosha is singing about olden days, so that kind people would listen: Our Alyosha to the family of the priest, He is both brave and clever, but disagreeable with temper. He is not as strong as he boldly bold. Alyosha remained in Kiev as a volunteer; So young Aliosha is singing about olden days, so that kind people would listen: Our Alyosha to the family of the priest, He is both brave and clever, but disagreeable with temper. He is not as strong as he boldly bold. Alyosha remained in Kiev as a volunteer; So young Aliosha is singing about olden days, so that kind people would listen: Our Alyosha to the family of the priest, He is both brave and clever, but disagreeable with temper. He is not as strong as he boldly bold.