отрывок из “Сказки о царе Салтане“ А.С. Пушкин

Breezes o’er the ocean play, Speed a barque upon its way; Sails all spread, it skims the seas, Running swiftly ’fore the breeze. Sailors, merchants, crowd the deck, Marvel loud and crane their necks. Wondrous changes meet their view On an island which they knew! There, a golden city grand, Newly built, and fortress stand, Cannons with a mighty roar Bid the merchants put to shore. When the merchants land, Guidon Bids them be his guests anon; Feasts them first with meats and wit Then he says: “Now, masters mine– Tell me what you have for sale, Whither bound, and whence you hail?“ Said the merchants: “If you please. We have sailed the seven seas; Costly furs, prince, were our ware. Silver fox and sables rare. Now our time is overstayed, East–due East–our course is laid, Past the Island of Buyan, Back to gracious Tsar Saltan.“ An abstract from “ Tale of Tsar Saltan, of His Son, the Glorious and M