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"The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" by A. S. Pushkin. Tale of a goldfish in a new way

Who among us since childhood is not familiar with the "Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish"? Someone read it in childhood, someone first met her when he saw a cartoon on TV. The plot of the work is undoubtedly familiar to everyone. But not many people know how and when this fairy tale was written. It is about the creation, origins and characters of this work, we will talk in our article. And also we will consider modern alterations of a fairy tale.

Who wrote the story about the goldfish and when?

The fairy tale was written by the great Russian poet Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin in the village of Boldino on October 14, 1833. This period in the work of the writer is called the second Boldino autumn. The work was first published in 1835 in the pages of the Library for Reading magazine. At the same time, Pushkin created another famous work - "The Tale of the Dead Princess and Seven Heroes".

History of creation

Back in early action, A. S. Pushkin became interested in folk art. The tales he had heard in the cradle of his beloved nanny were preserved in his memory for a lifetime. In addition, later, already in the 20s of the 19th century, the poet was studying folk folklore in the village of Mikhailovsky. It was then that he began to appear ideas of future fairy tales.

However, Pushkin turned directly to the folk stories only in the 30s. He began to try himself in the creation of fairy tales. One of them was a fairy tale about a goldfish. In this work, the poet tried to show the nationality of Russian literature.

For whom did A.S. Pushkin write fairy tales?

Pushkin wrote fairy tales in the highest flowering of his work. And initially they were not intended for children, although they immediately entered the circle of their reading. The tale of a goldfish is not just fun for children with morality at the end. This is primarily a sample of creativity, traditions and beliefs of the Russian people.

Nevertheless, the plot of the tale itself is not an exact retelling of folk works. In fact, not much of Russian folklore is reflected in it. Many researchers claim that most of the poet’s tales, including the tale about a goldfish (the text of the work confirms this), were borrowed from German tales collected by the Grimm brothers.

Pushkin chose the plot he liked, reworked it at his discretion, and clothed him in a poetic form, without worrying about how authentic the stories would be. However, the poet managed to convey, if not the plot, then the spirit and character of the Russian people.

Images of the main characters

The tale of a goldfish is not rich in characters - there are only three of them, however, this is enough for a fascinating and instructive plot.

The images of the old man and the old woman are diametrically opposed, and their views on life are completely different. They are both poor, but reflecting different sides of poverty. So, the old man is always disinterested and ready to help in trouble, because he has repeatedly been in the same position and knows what grief is. He is kind and calm, even when he was lucky, he does not use the offer of the fish, but simply releases it.

The old woman, despite the same social situation, is arrogant, cruel and greedy. She pushed around the old man, tormented him, constantly scolding and always displeased with all. For this, she will be punished at the end of the tale, left with a broken trough.

However, the old man does not receive any reward, because he is unable to resist the will of the old woman. For his humility he did not deserve a better life. Here Pushkin describes one of the main features of the Russian people - long-suffering. That it does not allow you to live better and calmer.

The image of the fish is incredibly poetic and imbued with popular wisdom. It acts as a higher power, which for the time being is ready to fulfill desires. However, her patience is not unlimited.

Summary

The tale of an old man and a goldfish begins with a description of the blue sea, on the coast of which an old man and an old woman have been living in a dugout for 33 years. They live very poorly and the only thing that feeds them is the sea.

One day an old man goes fishing. He throws a net twice, but both times he brings only sea mud. For the third time, the old man is lucky - a goldfish falls into his nets. She speaks in a human voice and asks to let her go, promising to fulfill her wish. The old man did not ask anything from the fish, but simply let it go.

Returning home, he told everything to his wife. The old woman began to scold him and told him to go back, to ask the fish for a new trough. The old man went, bowed to the fish, and the old woman received what she asked for.

But that was not enough for her. She demanded a new home. Fish fulfilled this desire. Then the old woman wanted to become a pillar noblewoman. Again the old man went to the fish, and again she fulfilled the desire. The fisherman himself was sent by an evil wife to work at the stable.

But this was not enough. The old woman told her husband to go back to the sea and ask her to make her a queen. This desire has been fulfilled. But this did not satisfy the old woman’s greed. She again called the old man to her place and told her to ask the fish to make her the tsarina of the sea, while she served on her packages.

I gave the fisherman the words of his wife. But the fish didn’t answer, just splashed its tail and swam away to the depths of the sea. For a long time he stood by the sea, waiting for an answer. But the fish no longer appeared, and the old man returned home. And there an old woman waited for him with a trough, sitting by the old dugout.

Plot source

As noted above, the fairy tale about a fisherman and a goldfish has its roots not only in Russian, but also in foreign folklore. So, the plot of this work is often compared with the fairy tale "The Greedy Old Woman", which was part of the collection of the Brothers Grimm. However, this resemblance is very remote. German authors focused all their attention on the moral conclusion - greed is not good enough, you should be able to be content with what you have.

The actions in the fairy tale of the Brothers Grimm also unfold on the seashore, however, instead of a goldfish, the flounder acts as the executor of desires, which later becomes the enchanted prince. Pushkin replaced this image with a goldfish, symbolizing wealth and luck in Russian culture.

Tale of a goldfish in a new way

Today you can find a lot of alterations of this tale in a new way. Characteristic of them is the change of time. That is, from old times the main characters are transferred to the modern world, where there is also a lot of poverty and injustice. The moment of catching a goldfish remains unchanged, like the magic heroine herself. But the desire of the old woman change. Now she needs an Indesit car, new boots, a villa, a Ford. She wants to be a blonde with long legs.

In some alterations, the end of the story also changes. The tale can end with a happy family life of an old man and an old woman who has looked younger by 40 years. However, such an end is the exception rather than the rule. Usually the ending is either close to the original, or tells of the death of an old man or old woman.

findings

Thus, the tale about a goldfish lives to this day and remains relevant. This is confirmed by many of its alterations. The sound of a new way gives her a new life, but the problems laid down by Pushkin, even in the alterations, remain unchanged.

All about the same heroes tell these new options, all the same and greedy old woman, and a humble old man, and a wish-fulfilling fish, which indicates the incredible skill and talent of Pushkin, who managed to write a work that remains relevant and after almost two centuries.

TALE OF GOLD FISH (in a new way)


At the shore of the cold blue sea,
Once upon a time stood a compound.
Perhaps the compound already said loudly
Sloping habits, straw on the roof.
The fence fell, the gate fell,
Limping cart in a wretched barn.
The glass is about to fall out of the window,
Of all the animals - the dog and the cat.
The reason is clear: an old man with an old woman,
Do not just cope with the everyday chaos.
Because they did not live in Sochi,
They did not hand over the rooms to the resort.
Long forgotten old granddaughters
And the money the fake old man did not print.
The family gold was not stored in the pots.
The old man and the old woman did not live richly.
In addition to children, they were acquired
Two pairs of sandals, but a thin trough.
And their life was hard and miserable.
Just something and happiness that the sea at hand.
The old man is not a bummer, and the network is preserved,
And the fish at that time in abundance caught.
Yes, and would have lived, his age is short,
Neither the life of another, nor the wealth of knowing
Neither shaky, nor roll, nor sweet, nor bad,
Kohl would not have been a miracle to heaven.
Once the old man went, as usual
To the cold sea for fishing,
He threw a net into the whitish waves,
Ashore sat in anticipation of the catch.
Forgetting, stared pockmarked in the sky,
Yes, and fell asleep under the hiss of the surf.
I woke up the old man from buzzing and howling -
On the coast rushes wave after wave.
Breakers soar horses that dashing.
Looks like the element is not a joke.
Water and foam play the wind.
Like copper strings, nets are taut.
Oak stakes bends with a splinter.
Just about the whole catch will rush into the abyss.
The old man grabbed onto the urine net,
Heavy burden of the sea drags.
The rich catch of his net nailed.
And suddenly from the shine in his eyes dawned.
He looked at the old man, and his legs became unsteady:
In the networks he sees - an unusual fish.
Her scales are like a thousand sparkles,
And the crown with a thimble sparkles with gold.
And the old man understood, excitement,
That the Queen of the sea hit the net.
While the old man was recovering from the excitement,
From the seine, the girl’s voice rang out:
Listen, fisherman, through the fault of providence,
Today I became your captive.
And, as it is the royal order,
I will not stand at any price.
Ask for a worthy Queen reward,
Ask for rubies, diamonds and gold.
At the bottom of the ocean, in the depths of the bottomless,
Such trinkets scattered tons.
You are promised - you will not lose.
I see that you do not eat honey with a spoon.
There, the jacket is thin, but bast shoes were demolished.
On the ass patches fell off long ago.
And in the grid of your hole you do not pat.
Two more zakid - and the hell that you catch.
For a minute, after thinking, the old man replies:
- Of course, your reward is impressive.
Who doesn't need amber and diamonds?
You can buy with them a lot and immediately.
Such a reward will warm anyone,
With such wealth and the king ohreneet.
Here is just one drawback in gold -
You will quickly get used to the life of the rich.
Barely plunge - already sucked.
Today's luxury to tomorrow is not enough.
Palaces, hippodromes, estates, gypsies
- Reasons for waste - that water in the ocean.
Blowed, robbed, guests came -
And the money between the fingers sand flowed.
And with a woman's fantasy - smash the trouble,
Well your chests are not a bottomless barrel.
You look, on the last you will get drunk,
Are you still getting fed again?
Let all the wealth at the bottom remains.
Perhaps, with whom it is necessary to reckon.
I don’t need any money or money.
Another reward will warm my soul.
I ask you to return the Queen of the Sea,
In exchange for freedom, I have a male power.
... In the fish, there was already a bit of something in the larynx:
- Not a little I flew into the network for drunk,
But honestly I say - how many times have not caught,
This has never been asked.
Well, hut, well title, well, a yacht in Venice, -
But to change the good to the potency?
O people, about manners! Where does the world go?
An old man went crazy to be a cuttlefish!
After all, if they think all about old women,
Who is to sell me my trinkets?
The old man is stubborn, on his presses:
- Give me back, they say, the power that the flesh raises.
And you will be obstinate, even though the queen
“We'll have to treat you to dinner.”
Seeing that the gold does not shine off,
“Let it be your way,” said the prisoner.
The whole body about the waves hit with force
And from the crown to the heels of the old man poured.
And he suddenly feels a change in himself.
I can not believe - stir in the pants.
Suddenly all the signs of a man became visible.
And this is no apparent reason.
Oh dear, and if suddenly this is finished,
When will this opportunity be presented?
The old man is impatiently throwing a net,
All fish back into the ocean releases.
What fishing, eat her flies !!!
And frisky gait rushes to the old woman.
Seeing her husband, the old woman fell
- This is from the wedding she did not see.
Who is the woman lying in the joy?
She didn’t get to bed that time.
And his grandfather's strength grows from time to time.
He brings his woman to ecstasy.
Only the sun behind the mountain - their bed, that violin.
Truly, the fish worked nicely.
Adversity, afflictions, sadness are forgotten.
Love spouse indulge at night.
And in the morning their cheerfulness knows no bounds.
The barn is filled with wheat harvest.
Grandfather built a new hut a week
- Such mansions that the king is not worthy.
And the woman is now fit for him too
- The face and soul of forty years younger.
As a girl, she has time around the house.
Sweeps, sews, cooks, erase.
The old man now walks in a satin caftan,
Dumplings with a fork rolls in sour cream.
Gusyatinu with horseradish wine washed down,
And the golden fish remembers good.
Neither the charms of wealth, nor the maximum power
Cannot replace the energy of passion
May you have this powerful force
And so she inspired you forever.

The old tale in a new way "Golden Fish"

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New tale of the goldfish.

Leave for a while family squabbles.
About the golden fish I will tell you a fairy tale.
I foresee your smiles in advance
Well, who did not read the fairy tale about the fish?
With all due respect to the talent of the Poet
I will read this fairytale differently to you.
So…
By the cold blue sea
Once upon a time stood a compound.
Perhaps the compound already said loudly
Sloping habits, straw on the roof.
The fence fell, the gate fell,
Limping cart in a wretched barn.
The glass is about to fall out of the window,
Of all the animals - the dog and the cat.
The reason is clear: an old man with an old woman
Do not just cope with the everyday chaos.
Because they did not live in Sochi,
They did not hand over the rooms to the resort.
Long forgotten old granddaughters
And the money the fake old man did not print.
The family gold was not stored in the pots.
The old man and the old woman did not live richly.

In addition to children, they were acquired
Two pairs of sandals, but a thin trough.
And their life was hard and miserable.
Just something and happiness that the sea at hand.
The old man is not a bummer, and the network is preserved,
And the fish at that time in abundance caught.
Yes, and would have lived, his age is short
Neither the life of another, nor the wealth of knowing
Neither shaky, nor roll, nor sweet, nor bad,
Kohl would not have been a miracle to heaven.
Once the old man went, as usual
To the cold sea for fishing,
He threw a net into the whitish waves,
Ashore sat in anticipation of the catch.
Forgetting, stared pockmarked in the sky,
Yes, and fell asleep under the hiss of the surf.

I woke up the old man from buzzing and howling -
On the coast rushes wave after wave.
Breakers soar horses that dashing.
Looks like the element is not a joke.
Water and foam play the wind.
Like copper strings, nets are taut.
Oak stakes bends with a splinter.
Just about the whole catch will rush into the abyss.
The old man grabbed onto the urine net,
Heavy burden of the sea drags.
The rich catch of his net nailed.
And suddenly from the shine in his eyes dawned.
He looked at the old man, and his legs became unsteady:
Amid gray roach unusual fish.
Her scales are like a thousand sparkles,
And the crown with a thimble sparkles with gold.
And the old man understood, excitement,
That the Queen of the sea hit the net.
While the old man was recovering from the excitement,
From the seine, the girl’s voice rang out:
-Look, fisherman, through the fault of providence
Today I became your captive.
And, as it is the royal order,
I will not stand at any price.
Ask for a worthy Queen reward,
Ask for rubies, diamonds and gold.
At the bottom of the ocean, in the depths of the bottomless
Such trinkets scattered tons.
I promise you - you will not lose.
I see that you do not eat honey with a spoon.
There, the jacket is thin, but bast shoes were demolished.
On the ass patches fell off long ago.
And in the grid of your hole you do not pat.
Two more zakid - and the hell that you catch.
After thinking for a minute, the old man replies:
- Of course, your reward is impressive.
Who doesn't need amber and diamonds?
You can buy with them a lot and immediately.
Such a reward will warm anyone.
With such wealth and the king ohreneet.
Here is just one drawback in gold -
You will quickly get used to the life of the rich.
Barely plunge - already sucked.
Today's luxury to tomorrow is not enough.
Palaces, hippodromes, estates, gypsies -
The reasons for waste are that of water in the ocean.
Blowed, robbed, guests came -
And the money between the fingers sand flowed.
And with a woman's fantasy - smash the trouble
Well your chests are not a bottomless barrel.
You look, at the last you will get drunk.
You are the same again and you will not get through.
Let all the wealth at the bottom remains.
Perhaps, with whom it is necessary to reckon.
I don’t need any money or money.
Another reward will warm my soul.
I ask you to return the Queen of the Sea,
In exchange for freedom, I have a male power.
... In the fish, there was already a bit of something in the larynx:
-I didn’t fly a little drunk on the net,
But honestly I say - how many times have not caught,
This has never been asked.
Well, hut, well, title, well, a yacht in Venice, -
But to change the good to the potency?
O people, about manners! Where does the world go?
An old man went crazy to be a cuttlefish.
After all, if they think all about old women,
Who is to sell me my trinkets?
The old man is stubborn, on his presses:
Give me back the strength that the flesh raises.
And you will be obstinate, even though the queen -
We'll have to treat you to dinner.

Seeing that the gold does not shine off,
"Yes, it will be your way," said the captive.
The whole body about the waves hit with force
And from the crown to the heels of the old man poured.
And he suddenly feels a change in himself.
I can not believe - stir in the pants.
Suddenly all the signs of a man became visible.
And this is no apparent reason.
Oh dear, how does it all get better
As soon as such a reason presents itself?
The old man is impatiently throwing a net,
All fish back into the ocean releases.
What kind of fishing, eat her flies?
And frisky gait rushes to the old woman.
Having seen the spouse, the old woman fell -
Такого со свадьбы она не видала.
Кому же лежащая баба не в радость?
В тот раз до постели она не добралась.
А силы у деда растут раз от раза.
Доводит он бабу свою до экстаза.

Лишь солнце за гору - кровать их, что скрипка.
Воистину, славно сработала рыбка.
Забыты невзгоды, недуги, печали.
Любви предаются супруги ночами.
И утром их бодрость не знает границы.
The barn is filled with wheat harvest.
Grandfather built a new hut a week
Such mansions that the king is not worthy.
And the woman is now a match for him too -
Face and soul of forty years younger.
As a girl, she has time around the house.
Sweeps, sews, cooks, erase.
The old man now walks in a satin caftan,
Dumplings with a fork rolls in sour cream.
Gusyatinu with horseradish wine washed down,
And the golden fish remembers good.

18+ Tale of a goldfish in a new way

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The sun was already hot. Petrovich was sitting by the pond, drenched in sweat and looking with hatred at the motionless float. The beer was drunk, I didn’t want to smoke, there was no bite and it seemed to be the time to go home, but Petrovich stubbornly continued to sit in the sun, mother himself for his illogic and irrational. “10 more minutes and, if I don’t bite, I'm leaving,” Petrovich promised himself for the 15th time. And suddenly!!! The float jerked and slowly began to crawl under the water.
- There is!!! - Petrovich yelled, catching.
The fish plopped down on the grass, bulged eyes, began to beat, trying to jump to the water. In general, she behaved frankly like a fish.
-Don't leave, darling !! - triumphant Petrovich - There are !! There is!! The main thing is that you have changing!
- There is, there is ... - I mocked the fish - There is wool on my back! What are you yelling for? For the first time caught a fish?
“It was not necessary to drink in the sun,” Petrovich flashed through his head.
- What ?? - he asked dumbfoundedly
- What exactly is not clear to you in my phrase? - the fish has inquired maliciously.
- So this ... Talking ... Fantastic ... - Petrovich had no experience in dealing with fish and therefore was obviously lost.
- No, let's be here until the morning gasp. The tale of the Golden Fish never heard?
- No - for some reason Petrovich lied.
- How? - Ofigel Rybka - Ah ... But wait ... Mowgli, is that you?
- I am Petrovich. I was joking. I heard a fairy tale. So, are you a golden fish?
- Slavteosspadi! - breathed fish - Any more questions?
- Something you and not gold like all at all - Petrovich again hesitated.
- From the village ... And you know about artistic fiction? The embellishment of reality? I thought in a carapace of gold I swim in a pond? Well this ponta cheap!
- Well ... I thought ...
- In short! - The fish suddenly became business - We will make wishes?
- Five? - Petrovich tried to bargain.
- One!
- And come on - neither yours nor mine? Three?
- And you say a fairy tale did not hear. Guessing.
Petrovich thought. He did not want to lose chances. Wealth, immortality, youth, Naomi Campbell, presidency, sultanate, harem, Ford corporation, ability to fly, perfect health — all these wonderful things were spinning in his head like a dance.
“I’m not ready somehow ...” Petrovich puffed. - Do not lose it. Maybe throw a couple of desires?
- Yeah. And in a cheek. - The fish obviously made fun of Petrovich.
- There is!!! I don't need three !! One is enough for me !! Want to take two back?
- Why should I? Said three, then three. Guessing.
- Well, I, too, do not disagree with the word - Petrovich became furious - He said one is enough - it means one is enough. And the first two, I still give you back. So the first is - I wish you a small fish, good health and happiness !!
From the cloudless sky suddenly thundered ...
- How cute! - Rybka was touched - There is a first desire! Second?
- I wish the fish health to all your children - who are and who will be !!
It was louder somehow stronger, and again from the cloudless sky.
- Yehh! Yes you, Petrovich, are straight Samaritans kind. Besserebryanik and philanthropist! There is a second desire. Enter the water.
- What for? - did not understand Petrovich
- Well, you will make a third wish - I will immediately be released into the water and released.
- Aah. Of course - Petrovich rolled up his pants and climbed up to the knee in the water. - So!! I wish !!! I wish that I have the ability to fulfill desires in unlimited quantities !!!
From the sky, it banged so much that even the caretaker of the toxic chemicals warehouse, which none of the villagers had never seen before, awakened. In Petrovich’s eyes, something dimmed somehow and something was clearly wrong ...
- Chet I do not understand - Petrovich gurgled.
- You are a goon, Petrovich. Goon and no one else. Wellcome to our big fish family! Now fulfill any desires, Golden Pisces Petrovich. Except for one thing - you cannot turn back from a fish.
- You can not?
- Otherwise there would be no fairy tale. I would stay in your puddle ... Floated - there someone lured for tomorrow at the dam. Eat, I'll tell you what and how.
Petrovich silently wagged his tail and clumsily floated toward the dam.

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