There is no place, far away,
In тридесятом the state,
Veins-was nice tsar Dadon.
With молоду there was грозен it
And to neighbours continually...

As spring теплою at times
From under morning white зорюшки,
That from wood, from wood from the dense
Left медведиха
With darlings детушками bear cubs...

The tsar with царицею has said goodbye,
In a way-road it was equipped,
And the tsarina at a window
Villages to wait its one.
Waits-pozhdet since morning till the night...

There lived-was the priest,
Толоконный a forehead.
The priest on a market has gone
To look which-what to the goods.
On a meeting to it Балда...

There lived the old man with своею the old woman
At the most dark blue sea;
They lived in a shabby dugout
Exactly thirty years and three years.
The old man fished a seine...

Three maidens under a window
Spun late in the evening.
"Кабы I was the tsarina, -
One maiden speaks, -
That on all крещеный the world...