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Summary: An amazing interesting story about how the glorious Svyatogor met Mikula Selyanovich on his way, who carried the earth's traction in his knapsack, tells the epic Svyatogor and the earth's traction. Once the glorious Svyatogor was passing by a large field, in front of him was a simple passer-by, whom he could not overtake in any way. No matter how hard the hero tried to drive his horse, he could not catch up with him. Then he began to ask this passerby to stop a little. The stranger obeyed him and removed his bag from his shoulders. The powerful fellow began to ask and be interested in what was in his bag. An unfamiliar passerby offered to pick it up and then he would be able to find out. The mighty Svyatogor, no matter how hard he tried, could not lift such a burden, only tie it even more into the ground. To his question what lies in this bag, an unfamiliar passer-by answered that there was a forest thrust there. And they call him Mikula Selyaninovich. You can read the epic Svyatogor and earthly thrust online for free here. You can listen to it on audio. Write your reviews and comments after reading this amazing epic.

The text of the fairy tale Svyatogor and earthly thrust

The hero rides above the standing forest,
Head rests under a walking cloud.
Svyatogor went by the wide road.
And along the way he met a passerby.
The bogatyr let his horse go to that
passerby
Can't catch up with him.
Will go at full trot - a passerby goes ahead,
He rides with a mortar - a passer-by goes ahead.
The hero will say these words:
“Oh, you, a passer-by, stop
a little bit
I can’t catch up with you on a good horse!”
The passerby paused
He took off his bag from his shoulders
And put the bag on the damp ground.
Says Svyatogor? Bogatyr:
"What's in your purse?"
- “But get up from the ground, so you will see.”
Svyatogor descended from the goodness of the horse,
He grabbed the handbag with his hand - he could not even move it;
He began to raise with both hands
- Only the spirit under the purse could miss,
And he's sunk into the ground up to his knees.
The hero says these words:
"What's in your purse?
I do not take the strength to become,
And I can’t even close my purse!”
- "In my purse I have the thrust of the earth."
- "Yes, who are you and what is your name,
Magnify as in izotchina?
- "I am Mikulushka Selyaninovich!"

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Svyatogor went along the wide road,
And on the way he met a passerby.
The hero let his horse go
To that passerby
Can't catch up with him.
Will go at full trot - a passerby goes ahead;
He rides with a mortar - a passer-by goes ahead.
The hero will say these words:
"Oh, you, a passer-by,
Stop a little,
I can't overtake you on a good horse."
The passerby paused
He took off his bag from his shoulders
And put the bag on the damp ground.
Svyatogor the hero says:
"What's in your purse?"
"Get up off the ground, you'll see."
Svyatogor descended from the goodness of the horse,
Grabbed the handbag
Couldn't even move;
He began to raise both hands,
Only the spirit under the purse could let in,
And he's sunk into the ground up to his knees.

"What's in your purse?
I do not take the strength to become,
And I can’t even breathe my handbag. ”-
“In my purse I have earthly thrust.”-
“Yes, who are you, and what is your name,
They magnify as if they were izotchiny? ”-
“I am Mikulushka Selyaninovich.”-
“Tell me more, Mikulushka,
Tell me, how can I know the fate of God?
“But go along the straight road to the break,
And from the break up, turn left,
And let the horse go at full speed,
And you will drive up to the Northern Mountains.
Near the mountains, under a great tree, there is a forge,
And you ask the blacksmith about your fate.”-
Svyatogor went on a straight road,
From the breakup turned to the left,
He let the horse fly at full speed:
His good horse began to jump,
Rivers, seas to jump,
To let go wide expanses between the legs.
Svyatogor the hero rode for three days
And drove to the Northern Mountains,
Before that, to the great tree and to that forge:
In the forge, the blacksmith forges two thin hairs.
The hero says these words:
“What are you forging, blacksmith?”
The blacksmith answers:
“I forge fate, who will marry whom.”-
"And who should I marry?"
“And your bride in the Pomeranian kingdom,
In the throne in the city,
Thirty years lies in the dung.
There is a hero, he thought:
“Let me go to your Pomeranian kingdom
And I'll kill that bride."
He came to the Pomeranian kingdom,
To that city to the throne,
Came to the wretched little house,
Enters the hut: no one is at home,
Only one girl lies in the dung;
Her body is like spruce bark.
Svyatogor the hero took out five hundred rubles
And put it on the table, and took his sharp sword,
And he beat her with a sword on her white chest,
And then he left the Pomeranian kingdom.
The girl woke up, looks:
With it, like a spruce bark slept,
And on the table lies five hundred rubles of money;
And she became a beauty
Such a thing has not been seen in the world, it has not been heard on white.
She began to trade for money
And made countless gold treasury,
She built blackened boats,
She put on precious goods
And I went along the glorious blue sea.
She came to the great city on the Holy Mountains
And she began to sell precious goods.
The rumor about her beauty went all over the city
And throughout the kingdom.
Svyatogor the hero also came
look at the beauty
She fell in love with him.
He began to woo himself,
And she married him.
How he married her and went to bed,
He saw a scar on her white chest
And he asked his wife:
“What is that scar on your white chest?”
His wife answered him:
“In our kingdom of the Pomeranian came a dumb man,
He left five hundred rubles in our hut,
And I slept soundly.
When I woke up: I have a scar on my white chest,
And as if the spruce bark fell off the white body,
Until that time
I lay in the dung for thirty years.”
Then Svyatogor the hero found out
That you can't get away from your destiny.

Svyatogor went along the wide road,
And on the way he met a passerby.
The hero let his horse go
To that passerby
Can't catch up with him.
Will go at full trot - a passerby goes ahead;
He rides with a mortar - a passer-by goes ahead.
The hero will say these words:
"Oh, you, a passer-by,
Stop a little,
I can't overtake you on a good horse."
The passerby paused
He took off his bag from his shoulders
And put the bag on the damp ground.
Svyatogor the hero says:
"What's in your purse?"
"Get up off the ground, you'll see."
Svyatogor descended from the goodness of the horse,
Grabbed the handbag
Couldn't even move;
He began to raise both hands,
Only the spirit under the purse could let in,
And he's sunk into the ground up to his knees.

"What's in your purse?
I do not take the strength to become,
And I can’t even breathe my handbag. ”-
“In my purse I have earthly thrust.”-
“Yes, who are you, and what is your name,
They magnify as if they were izotchiny? ”-
“I am Mikulushka Selyaninovich.”-
“Tell me more, Mikulushka,
Tell me, how can I know the fate of God?
“But go along the straight road to the break,
And from the break up, turn left,
And let the horse go at full speed,
And you will drive up to the Northern Mountains.
Near the mountains, under a great tree, there is a forge,
And you ask the blacksmith about your fate.”-
Svyatogor went on a straight road,
From the breakup turned to the left,
He let the horse fly at full speed:
His good horse began to jump,
Rivers, seas to jump,
To let go wide expanses between the legs.
Svyatogor the hero rode for three days
And drove to the Northern Mountains,
Before that, to the great tree and to that forge:
In the forge, the blacksmith forges two thin hairs.
The hero says these words:
“What are you forging, blacksmith?”
The blacksmith answers:
“I forge fate, who will marry whom.”-
"And who should I marry?"
“And your bride in the Pomeranian kingdom,
In the throne in the city,
Thirty years lies in the dung.
There is a hero, he thought:
“Let me go to your Pomeranian kingdom
And I'll kill that bride."
He came to the Pomeranian kingdom,
To that city to the throne,
Came to the wretched little house,
Enters the hut: no one is at home,
Only one girl lies in the dung;
Her body is like spruce bark.
Svyatogor the hero took out five hundred rubles
And put it on the table, and took his sharp sword,
And he beat her with a sword on her white chest,
And then he left the Pomeranian kingdom.
The girl woke up, looks:
With it, like a spruce bark slept,
And on the table lies five hundred rubles of money;
And she became a beauty
Such a thing has not been seen in the world, it has not been heard on white.
She began to trade for money
And made countless gold treasury,
She built blackened boats,
She put on precious goods
And I went along the glorious blue sea.
She came to the great city on the Holy Mountains
And she began to sell precious goods.
The rumor about her beauty went all over the city
And throughout the kingdom.
Svyatogor the hero also came
look at the beauty
She fell in love with him.
He began to woo himself,
And she married him.
How he married her and went to bed,
He saw a scar on her white chest
And he asked his wife:
“What is that scar on your white chest?”
His wife answered him:
“In our kingdom of the Pomeranian came a dumb man,
He left five hundred rubles in our hut,
And I slept soundly.
When I woke up: I have a scar on my white chest,
And as if the spruce bark fell off the white body,
Until that time
I lay in the dung for thirty years.”
Then Svyatogor the hero found out
That you can't get away from your destiny

Equipped Svyatogor
Walk in the open field,
saddles his good horse
And rides across the open field.
There is no one with whom Svyatogor can measure his strength,
And the strength is on the veins so lively and shimmers.
It's heavy from the powerhouse,
Like a heavy pregnancy.
Here is what Svyatogor says:
“How would I find traction,
So I would lift the whole earth!”
Svyatogor runs into the steppe
On a small handbag;
Takes a tug, feels the handbag -
She won't hide
Move her finger -
Do not go astray, enough from the horse with his hand -
Will not rise.
“For many years I traveled around the world,
And I didn’t run into such a miracle,
I have never seen such a diva:
Small handbag
Won't hide, won't flinch
It won't get up!"
Svyatogor gets down from the goodness of the horse,
He grabbed the purse of both hands,
Raised the bag above the knees:
And knee-deep Svyatogor sank into the ground,
And there are no tears on the white face,
And the blood is flowing.
Where Svyatogor got stuck,
I couldn't get up here.
Here he had an end.

He found the traction of the earth, - the narrator added, - and God beguiled him for boasting.

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Svyatogor went along the wide road,
And on the way he met a passerby.
The hero let his horse go
To that passerby
Can't catch up with him.
Will go at full trot - a passerby goes ahead;
He rides with a mortar - a passer-by goes ahead.
The hero will say these words:
"Oh, you, a passer-by,
Stop a little,
I can't overtake you on a good horse."
The passerby paused
He took off his bag from his shoulders
And put the bag on the damp ground.
Svyatogor the hero says:
"What's in your purse?"
"Get up off the ground, you'll see."
Svyatogor descended from the goodness of the horse,
Grabbed the handbag
Couldn't even move;
He began to raise both hands,
Only the spirit under the purse could let in,
And he's sunk into the ground up to his knees.

"What's in your purse?
I do not take the strength to become,
And I can’t even breathe my handbag. ”-
“In my purse I have earthly thrust.”-
“Yes, who are you, and what is your name,
They magnify as if they were izotchiny? ”-
“I am Mikulushka Selyaninovich.”-
“Tell me more, Mikulushka,
Tell me, how can I know the fate of God?
“But go along the straight road to the break,
And from the break up, turn left,
And let the horse go at full speed,
And you will drive up to the Northern Mountains.
Near the mountains, under a great tree, there is a forge,
And you ask the blacksmith about your fate.”-
Svyatogor went on a straight road,
From the breakup turned to the left,
He let the horse fly at full speed:
His good horse began to jump,
Rivers, seas to jump,
To let go wide expanses between the legs.
Svyatogor the hero rode for three days
And drove to the Northern Mountains,
Before that, to the great tree and to that forge:
In the forge, the blacksmith forges two thin hairs.
The hero says these words:
“What are you forging, blacksmith?”
The blacksmith answers:
“I forge fate, who will marry whom.”-
"And who should I marry?"
“And your bride in the Pomeranian kingdom,
In the throne in the city,
Thirty years lies in the dung.
There is a hero, he thought:
“Let me go to your Pomeranian kingdom
And I'll kill that bride."
He came to the Pomeranian kingdom,
To that city to the throne,
Came to the wretched little house,
Enters the hut: no one is at home,
Only one girl lies in the dung;
Her body is like spruce bark.
Svyatogor the hero took out five hundred rubles
And put it on the table, and took his sharp sword,
And he beat her with a sword on her white chest,
And then he left the Pomeranian kingdom.
The girl woke up, looks:
With it, like a spruce bark slept,
And on the table lies five hundred rubles of money;
And she became a beauty
Such a thing has not been seen in the world, it has not been heard on white.
She began to trade for money
And made countless gold treasury,
She built blackened boats,
She put on precious goods
And I went along the glorious blue sea.
She came to the great city on the Holy Mountains
And she began to sell precious goods.
The rumor about her beauty went all over the city
And throughout the kingdom.
Svyatogor the hero also came
look at the beauty
She fell in love with him.
He began to woo himself,
And she married him.
How he married her and went to bed,
He saw a scar on her white chest
And he asked his wife:
“What is that scar on your white chest?”
His wife answered him:
“In our kingdom of the Pomeranian came a dumb man,
He left five hundred rubles in our hut,
And I slept soundly.
When I woke up: I have a scar on my white chest,
And as if the spruce bark fell off the white body,
Until that time
I lay in the dung for thirty years.”
Then Svyatogor the hero found out
That you can't get away from your destiny.

Svyatogor and earthly traction

The hero rides above the standing forest,

Head rests under a walking cloud.

Svyatogor went by a wide road.

And along the way he met a passerby.

The bogatyr let his horse go to that

passerby

Can't catch up with him.

Will go at full trot - a passerby goes ahead,

He rides with a mortar - a passer-by goes ahead.

The hero will say these words:

“Oh, you, a passer-by, stop

a little bit

I can’t catch up with you on a good horse!”

The passerby paused

He took off his bag from his shoulders

And put the bag on the damp ground.

Svyatogor the hero says:

"What's in your purse?"

- “But get up from the ground, so you will see.”

Svyatogor descended from the goodness of the horse,

He grabbed the handbag with his hand - he could not even move it;

He began to raise with both hands

- Only the spirit under the purse could miss,

And he's sunk into the ground up to his knees.

The hero says these words:

"What's in your purse?

I do not take the strength to become,

And I can’t even close my purse!”

- "In my purse I have the thrust of the earth."

- "Yes, who are you and what is your name,

Magnify as in izotchina?

- "I am Mikulushka Selyaninovich!"