Текст песни Русская народная сказка - Снегурочка

Once upon a time there lived a peasant Ivan, and his wife Marya. Ivan and Mary lived in love and harmony, only they had no children. So they grew old in solitude. Strongly they lamented about their misfortune and only looking at other people's children were comforted. And there’s nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. One day, when winter came and attacked young snow knee-deep, the kids poured out to play on the street, and our old men sat down by the window to look at them.
The children ran, frolic and began to sculpt a woman from the snow. Ivan and Marya looked silently, thoughtfully. Suddenly, Ivan grinned and said:
- Would go to us, wife, but to mold a woman!
On Marya, apparently, also found a fun hour.
“Well,” she says, “let’s go, take a walk on old age!” Just what you sculpt a woman: it will be with you and me alone. We better blind ourselves to a child from the snow, if God did not give a living!
“What is true is true ...” said Ivan, took his hat and went to the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt the doll out of the snow: rolled up the torso with arms and legs, laid a round lump on top of the snow, and smoothed the head out of it.
- God help you? - someone said, passing by.
- Thank you, thank you! - answered Ivan.
“What are you doing?”
- Yes, that's what you see! - Ivan says.
“Snow Maiden ...” Marya said, laughing.
So they fashioned a little nose, made two dimples in the forehead, and Ivan had just drawn a mouth, when he suddenly breathed a warm spirit. In a hurry, Ivan took his hand away, he just looked - the dimples in his forehead were already bulging, and now blue eyes looked out of them, and now the lips were smiling like raspberry.
- What is it? Is it not an obsession? - said Ivan, laying on himself a sign of the cross.
And the doll bends its head towards him, as if alive, and moved its arms and legs in the snow, like a baby in diapers.
- Ah, Ivan, Ivan! cried Mary, trembling with joy. - This is the Lord giving us a child! - and rushed to hug Snegurochka, and from Snegurochka all the snow fell off like a shell from an egg, and Marya was already in fact a living girl in her arms.
- Oh, my dear Snow Maiden! - the old woman said, hugging her desired and unexpected child, and ran with him to the hut.
Ivan forcibly came to his senses from such a miracle, and Mary was unconscious of joy.
And the Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds, and that day is better. Ivan and Marya are not overjoyed at her. And it went fun in their house. The girls from the village have no hope 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 how they are doing. And the Snow Maiden is so clever: she notes everything and takes over.
And during the winter she became like a girl of about thirteen: she understands everything, speaks about everything, and in such a sweet voice that she will hear. And she is so kind, obedient and friendly to everyone. And by herself she is as white as snow; eyes that forget-me-nots, a light brown braid to the waist, there is no blush at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And without that it was so beautiful and nice that it was a sight for sore eyes. And how she used to play out, so comforting and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone does not stop looking at the Snow Maiden. The old Mary, however, does not have a soul in her.
- Here, Ivan! she used to say to her husband. - God gave us the joy of old age! My sincere sorrow was over!
And Ivan told her:
- Thanks be to the Lord! Here joy is not eternal, and sadness is not infinite ...
Winter has passed. The spring sun played joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. On the clearing, the murava turned green, and the lark began to sing. Already the red girls gathered in a round dance under the village and sang:
- Spring is red! What came, what came? ..
- On the bastard, on the harrow!
And the Snow Maiden was bored.
“What is the matter with you, my child?” - Marya told her more than once, sipping her. - Aren't you sick? You’re all so sad, you’ve completely slept with a face. Could an evil person have jinxed you?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
- Nothing, grandmother! I am well...

So the last snow drove spring with its red days