The Legend of Sinbad the Sailor. Children's stories online

During the reign of Caliph Harun al-Rashid, a poor man named Sinbad lived in the city of Baghdad. To feed himself, he carried weights on his head for a fee. But there were many poor porters like him, and therefore Sinbad could not ask for his labor as much as he was supposed to.

He had to be content with pitiful pennies, so that he almost died of hunger.

Once he was carrying heavy carpets on his head, he could barely move his legs, sweat rolled from him like hail, his head was buzzing, and the poor man thought that he was about to lose consciousness. Sinbad was passing just by one house, and from the gate coolness breathed on him, and his head was spinning from the smell of delicious food. There was a stone bench in the shade in front of the house. Sinbad could not stand it, put the carpets on the ground and sat down on the bench to rest and breathe fresh air. From the house came cheerful voices, marvelous singing was heard, the clink of glasses and dishes.

Who needs such a life?

Only one hunger and need.

Others, basking in idleness,

They spend their days in fun

Without knowing grief and

But they, like me and you,

And although their wealth is untold, -

After all, all people are mortal.

Well, is it fair

That only a rich man lives happy?

When he had finished, a young servant in an expensive dress came out of the gate.

My lord heard your poems, - said the young man. “He invites you to dine with him and spend the evening together.

Sinbad got scared and began to say that he had done nothing wrong. But the young man smiled at him affably, took his hand, and the porter had to accept the invitation. Such luxury, which was in that house, Sinbad had never seen in his life. Servants scurried back and forth with dishes full of rare dishes, wonderful music was heard everywhere, and Sinbad decided that he was dreaming of all this. The young man led the porter into a small room. There was an important gentleman at the table who looked more like a scientist than a cheat. The owner nodded to Sinbad and invited him to the table.

What is your name? he asked the porter.

Sinbad the porter, the poor man answered.

My name is also Sinbad, people called me Sinbad the Sailor, and you will now find out why. I heard your poems, and I liked them. So know that not only you had to experience hardship and hardship. I will tell you about everything I experienced before I achieved the honor and wealth that you see here. But first, you must eat.

Sinbad the porter did not force himself to persuade himself and pounced on the food. And when Sinbad the sailor saw that the guest was enjoying his rest and was already full, he said:

I've already told you a hundred times what you are about to hear. I already have no one to tell about it. And it seems to me that you

you will understand me better than others. Sinbad the porter did not dare to object, he just nodded, and his namesake Sinbad the sailor began his story.

My father was a wealthy merchant, and I was his only son. When he died, I inherited all of his property. And everything that my father had saved during his life, I managed to squander in one year in the company of idlers and lazy people like me. All I have left is the vineyard. I sold it, bought various goods with the proceeds and joined a caravan of merchants who were going to go to distant overseas countries. I hoped to sell my goods there and get rich again.

The merchants and I set off on a sea voyage. We sailed for many days and nights, from time to time we made landfall, exchanged or sold our goods and bought new ones. I liked the trip, my wallet was getting thicker, and I already stopped regretting the frivolous and carefree life. I carefully watched how people live in foreign countries, took an interest in their customs, studied their languages \u200b\u200band felt great.

And for many days and nights, Sinbad's ship sailed from sea to sea. And then one day a sailor on the mast shouted:

- Coast! Coast!

So we sailed to the wonderful island overgrown with dense forest. The trees were strewn with fruits, unprecedented flowers were fragrant, and streams of crystal clear water rustled everywhere. We went down to the shore to take a break from rolling in this paradise. Some enjoyed the juicy fruits, others lit a fire and began to cook food, others swam in cool streams or walked around the island.

We were so enjoying the peace, when suddenly we heard the loud cry of the captain, who remained on the ship.

He waved his arms and shouted:

Save yourself who can! Run to the ship! This is not an island, but the back of a huge fish!

Indeed, it was not an island, but the back of a monstrous fish, towering above the water. Over the years, sand was applied to it, the wind brought plant seeds there, and trees and flowers grew there. All this happened only because the fish fell asleep a hundred years ago and did not move until it was awakened by fire,

which we lit. The fish felt something burning its back and turned.

One by one we jumped into the sea and sailed to the ship. But not everyone managed to escape. Suddenly, the island fish hit the water with its tail and sank into the depths of the sea. Roaring waves closed over the trees and flowers, and I, along with others, found myself under water.

Fortunately, I clung to a wooden trough that we had brought to the island in order to draw fresh water into it. I did not let go of the trough, although my soul went into my heels. It spun with me under the water until I finally surfaced. I sat on the trough astride, began paddling with my feet, and swam in this strange boat one day and one night; around, wherever you look, there was water, endless sea space.

I was exhausted under the scorching rays of the sun, I suffered from hunger and thirst. And suddenly, when it seemed to me that my end was nearing, I saw a green strip of earth on the horizon. I strained my last strength and, when the sun had already begun to sink into the sea, I swam on my trough to the island. From the island came the singing of birds and the scent of flowers.

I went ashore. The first thing that caught my eye was a spring that gushed from a rock that was overgrown with ferns. I leaned against him with burning lips and drank until, as if killed, he fell on the grass. The noise of the sea and the singing of birds lulled me, and the wonderful scent of flowers acted like a dope.

I woke up the next day when the sun was already high. After eating fruit and drinking from the spring, I went inland to look around.

I walked under the spreading crowns of trees, made my way through thickets covered with flowers, but nowhere did I meet a soul. Only a couple of times did I scare the timid monkeys.

For several days I wandered along the seashore, looking out for a sail somewhere. Finally I saw a large ship. The captain of the ship noticed me on the coast of the island and ordered me to stop the ship. Then I went aboard and told the captain about an extraordinary adventure on the Fish Island.

And my new journey began. For many days the ship sailed on the high seas. Finally, a bizarre island appeared in the distance. A huge white dome towered over him.

The ship is docked. Merchants and sailors rushed to the white dome and tried to pierce it with crowbars and hooks.

- Stop! You will perish! I shouted. “This dome is the egg of the bird of prey, Rukh. - If the bird Rukhh sees that the egg is broken, - everyone cannot escape death!

But nobody listened to me. The merchants and sailors kicked even harder in the egg. When the shell cracked, a huge chick emerged from the egg.

And suddenly, high in the sky, a loud whistle and deafening flapping of wings was heard. The merchants rushed to the ship in terror. The Rukh bird flew high above their heads. Seeing that the egg was broken, she screamed terribly, made several circles over the island and flew away.

The sailors raised the anchors, lowered the sails, and the ship sailed faster and faster, fleeing the terrible bird. Suddenly a terrible noise was heard. The Rukh bird flew straight to the ship. Beside her, flapping his wings wide, the Rukh-male flew. Bali birds have huge stones in their claws.

There was a deafening blow like a cannon shot. One of the stones fell to the stern. The ship crackled, heeled and began to sink.

I was very lucky, I accidentally found a piece of a ship's plank, which I grabbed with a stranglehold on. For two days and three nights I sailed on the open sea.

On the third day, the waves washed me down to the shores of an unknown land. When I got to the shore, I saw a city surrounded by high mountains.

I decided to enter this city and wander its streets a little. There was a market in a large area. Merchants of all countries traded here - Persians, Indians, Franks, Turks, Chinese. I stood in the middle of the market and looked around. A man in a dressing gown and a large white turban on his head walked past me.

I rushed to him:

- "Oh, venerable merchant, tell me where you come from - maybe from Baghdad?"

- "Greetings, about fellow countryman!" - the Baghdad merchant Mansur happily answered.

Mansour took me to his house.

“Oh, fellow countryman, I want to save your life. You must do everything that I tell you! "

In the evening, Mansur and I went to the sea. Men, women and children ran past, stumbling and falling, to the pier.

“The monkeys will enter the city now,” said Mansour. “They come here every night, and it’s bad for those who stay in the city.” Therefore, we did not hesitate to get into the boat and quickly set off from the shore.

And as soon as it got dark, all the mountains were covered with moving lights. These are monkeys descending from the mountains. They carried torches in their hands, illuminating their path.

The monkeys scattered all over the market, sat in the shops and began to trade. Some were selling, others were buying. Monkeys-buyers chose clothes, dishes, materials, quarreled and fought.

At dawn, they formed ranks and left the city, and the inhabitants returned to their homes.

Mansour brought me home and said:

- “I have been living here for a long time and longed for my homeland. Soon you and I will go to Baghdad, but first we need to get more money. "

The next day, we loaded up the sacks filled with stones and went into the forest. Mansur and I saw many monkeys in a large palm grove. When we got very close, the monkeys climbed to the treetops.

Having untied our sacks, we began to throw stones at the monkeys, while the furious plucked nuts from the coconut trees and threw them down, trying to get at us.

Each of us quickly filled our bag with selected nuts and returned to the city. We got a lot of money for coconuts, which were very prized in these places.

After that, the merchant Mansur and I went to the sea, chose the largest ship and set off for our homeland. How joyfully my family and friends greeted me. For a long time the Baghdad merchants came to me to hear stories about the amazing travels of Sinbad the sailor. Sinbad the Sailor finished his story and waited for what Sinbad the Sailor would say. But he was silent. Then the rich owner poured wine into his goblet and said:

Apparently you did not understand why I was telling you about my misadventures. I thought it would be instructive for you, I wanted to tell you not to despair, not curse your fate, even if life seems unbearable. Everything I have I have earned through hard work. Don't hang your head, because it was harder for me than for you, but look around - now I live like in paradise.

Sinbad the sailor invited Sidbad the porter to live in his house until his death. “You will compose poetry for me,” he said to his guest, “and together we will reflect on life. But Sinbad the porter politely thanked him for this offer and for his hospitality, said goodbye to Sinbad the sailor and left the house. It was already chilly outside. Sinbad the porter put heavy rugs on his head and went his own way. Sinbad the sailor looked after him from the window and heard him repeat his verses:

Who needs such a life?

Only one hunger and need.

basking in idleness,

They spend their days in fun

Not knowing sorrow and need,

But they, like me and you,

And may their wealth be untold,

After all, all people are mortal. "

Who needs such a life?

Only one hunger and need.

Others, basking in idleness,

They spend their days in fun

Not knowing sorrow and need.

But they, like me and you,

And although their wealth is untold, -

After all, all people are mortal.

Well, is it fair

That only a rich man lives happy?

When he had finished, a young servant in an expensive dress came out of the gate.

My lord heard your poems, - said the young man. “He invites you to dine with him and spend the evening together.

Sinbad got scared and began to say that he had done nothing wrong. But the young man smiled affably at him, took his hand, and the porter had to accept the invitation.

Such a luxury that was in that house, Sinbad had never seen in his life. Servants scurried back and forth with dishes full of rare dishes, wonderful music was heard everywhere, and Sinbad decided that he was dreaming of all this.

The youth led the porter into a small room. There was an important gentleman at the table who looked more like a scientist than a cheat. The owner nodded to Sinbad and invited him to the table.

What is your name? he asked the porter.

Sinbad the porter, the poor man answered.

Sinbad the porter did not force himself to persuade himself and pounced on the food. And when Sinbad the sailor saw that the guest was enjoying his rest and was already full, he said:

I've already told you a hundred times what you are about to hear. I already have no one to tell about it. And it seems to me that you will understand me better than others. '' Sinbad the porter did not dare to argue, he just nodded, and his namesake Sinbad the sailor began his story.

So we sailed to the wonderful island overgrown with dense forest. The trees were strewn with fruits, unprecedented flowers were fragrant, and streams of crystal clear water rustled everywhere. We went down to the shore to take a break from rolling in this paradise. Some were enjoying the juicy fruits, others made a fire and began to cook food, others were swimming in cool streams or walking around the island. So we were enjoying the peace, when suddenly we heard the loud cry of the captain who remained on the ship. He waved his arms and shouted:

Save yourself who can! Run to the ship! This is not an island, but the back of a huge fish!

I was exhausted under the scorching rays of the sun, I suffered from hunger and thirst. And suddenly, when it seemed to me that my end was near, I saw a green strip of earth on the horizon. I strained my last strength and, when the sun had already begun to sink into the sea, I sailed on my trough to the island. From the island came the singing of birds and the scent of flowers. I went ashore. The first thing that caught my eye was a spring that gushed out of a rock overgrown with ferns. I leaned against him with burning lips and drank until, as if killed, he fell on the grass. The sound of the sea and the singing of birds lulled me, and the wonderful scent of flowers acted like a dope. I woke up the next day, when the sun was already high. After eating fruit and drinking from the spring, I went inland to look around, I walked under the spreading crowns of trees, made my way through thickets dotted with flowers, but nowhere did I meet a soul. Only a couple of times did I scare the timid monkeys.

It already seemed to me that this forest would never end. I climbed a tall tree and began to look around. "Maybe there is still some building here," I thought. I strained my eyes as best I could, and finally saw a huge white dome in the distance on a sandbank. I decided that it was the roof of the palace, quickly got off the tree and headed in that direction.

But I had to walk for a long time through the green forest, among the lush flowers, which were so fragrant that I almost fell asleep again. Finally I got out of the forest and stopped under a shiny white ball, so huge that the top was not visible. I walked around the ball and thought how to get into it. But there were no windows or doors anywhere. I tried to climb on it, but the surface of the dome was so smooth that not even a fly could hold onto it.

Tired, I sat down near the dome and began to watch the sun go down. Evening was soon to come again, and I was apparently destined to die alone on this island. I yearned for my hometown, for the noisy harbors and ships.

Suddenly everything around him darkened, as if someone had thrown a huge black blanket on the sun. I raised my head and saw that the sun was obscuring a black cloud. The cloud kept growing and approached the island. And then I began to make out the outlines of a huge bird. Her wings like clouds obscured the sun. The bird, circling in the air, went straight to the dome, under which I was resting. I barely had time to bury myself in the sand, writhed in fear and waited for what would happen next.

The bird landed on the island, covered the balloon with its wing and fell asleep. I guessed it was a Rukh bird. Sailors often talked about her. It was said that she feeds her chicks with elephants, and lays huge eggs on one island. "This ball," I thought, "is nothing but the egg of the Rukh bird." So I was lying, buried in the sand, and suddenly thought that with the help of this huge bird it was possible to get out of the island.

I took off the turban from my head, unwound it and tied myself to the leg of the sleeping bird. Fearfulness did not close my eyes and hardly waited until morning.

When the sun rose, the bird woke up and screamed so loudly and protractedly that it woke up all the birds and monkeys in the forest. Then she spread her huge wings with a noise and soared into the air. The Rukh bird did not notice that I was tied to her leg. She flew over the endless sea space, scattering clouds with her wings, as if they were fluff from flowers. The fast flight made me dizzy, and my heart was pounding with fear. The Rukh bird did not stop until it flew over the entire sea. Then she sank into a deep and wide valley. I quickly untied my turban and hid behind a large rock. The Rukh bird rose into the air and began to circle over the valley, suddenly it sank down and immediately soared up again. I saw that in the mines she was holding a huge snake, longer and thicker than the largest cedar. Before I had time to recover, the Rukh bird was already flying in the distance over the sea.

I decided to look around and walked along the valley. My legs were still trembling after the terrible flight. The valley was surrounded on all sides by high mountains, their peaks resting on the clouds. There was no water, no vegetation, the ground under my feet was strewn with stones. I felt uneasy. I already regretted leaving the island. “There at least I could eat fruit and drink fresh water,” I reproached myself. “And here there are no springs or grass. Surely starvation awaits me here.” So I grieved and wandered through the valley, bowing my head, and suddenly noticed, that under my feet were not simple stones: the whole valley was strewn with precious diamonds. And among the stones black snakes basked in the sun. Each of them was larger than the tallest palm tree. "This is where you got carried away, Sinbad," I thought. "For that, you let the inheritance go down the wind so quickly that you would die as quickly as possible here among the huge monsters and precious stones, from which you have no use." Lost in thought, I walked on until I reached the foot of a high mountain. I sat there on a stone and waited for the night. "Apparently, this will be my last night, - I thought. - If I do not die of hunger and thirst, so the snakes will lead me to the next world."

Suddenly I saw something fall to the ground. It was a sheep that had just been slaughtered. She rolled twice in the air and finally fell into the dust right on the diamonds. Several gems stuck to the carcass. And then I remembered how a merchant told me about the valley of diamonds. “This valley,” he said, “is in a distant mountainous country, where no one has ever gotten alive. It is full of terrible snakes. But people have come up with a trick to get diamonds. They slaughter a sheep or other animal and throw meat into the valley. diamonds stick to the carcass. At noon eagles and vultures descend into the valley, and people wait for them. Birds grab the carcasses and fly up the mountain with them. People attack them with sticks and clubs, the bird releases its prey, and then all that remains is to collect the diamonds adhered to the meat. ".

Finally I will be saved, - I exclaimed joyfully. I quickly collected as many large diamonds as I could carry with me, filled all my pockets with them, and then opened my turban again, lay down on the ground and tied myself to the lamb carcass. I didn't have to wait long. A minute later, wings rustled above me, a huge eagle grabbed a sheep with its claws and rose into the air. He sank to the top of the mountain, released us from his claws and began to peck at the meat. But suddenly a crowd of people pounced on him. They shouted and beat the rocks with sticks. The eagle got scared, threw its prey and flew away. How surprised the people were when they saw that I, Sinbad, crawled out from under the sheep! I told them about how I got to the diamond valley and thanked them for saving me. People believed me. They were also merchants and traded in diamonds. The merchants invited me to their ship. Without hesitation, I agreed, because I also now had a pile of diamonds, a fortune! With new friends, I went to the open sea. I was rich again, alive and well, and looked forward to the future.

We sailed from pier to pier, I met new people, black, white, yellow, who spoke different languages, sold and bought goods. Finally, I was able to load my own ship with expensive cargo and send it to its home shores.

But suddenly one night a terrible storm arose, the wind broke the masts, the rudder went out of order. When the storm subsided in the morning, we saw that our ship had brought to the shores of a foreign land. As soon as the captain saw this shore, he began to tear his hair, moan and cry.

Oh woe to us, woe! Prepare for death! We have no salvation, ”he shouted. - We got to the country of "furry"!

From his words, we understood that this is an island where people who look like monkeys, yellow-eyed, covered with black wool live. Before we knew it, these monsters attacked our ship, surrounded us, began to rip our clothes, scratch and bite. Finally the enemies took us to the island. Then they set sail and sailed away in our ship to who knows where.

The unfortunate ones wandered around the island until we finally came to a huge stone palace. The ebony gate was wide open. We entered them and found ourselves in a large courtyard. The yard was empty. We could hardly stand on our feet from fatigue. All lay down in the shadow of huge pillars and fell asleep.

We were awakened by a terrible noise; it seemed that a thousand winds conspired and blew all at once. We jumped to our feet and saw a giant in front of us. His skin was deep blue, and his eyes sparkled like fire; his teeth stuck out like boar tusks, and his fingernails were as wide and sharp as a lion's. The giant slowly descended the huge staircase directly towards us. We huddled together like frightened chickens, in horror we did not utter a sound. The monster bent down, wiggled its fingers over a bunch of frightened people and grabbed me. The giant looked at me with his sparkling eyes, probed from all sides, then let go and grabbed another, followed by a third, until he examined us all. Finally, he chose the captain, the biggest and fattest of us.

Yeah, you make a good roast! said the giant in a thunderous voice. He lit a fire in the courtyard on a brazier. Then we came to our senses from fright and ran away. And the giant burst out into terrible laughter. He knew we couldn't run anywhere. All the same, he will gather us all, like a dove of a pea.

We hid in hollows, climbed into animal holes, but this did not save us. Every evening the giant came out of the palace and caught one of us. Then he made a fire in the courtyard, and in the morning we heard terrible sounds, it seemed that someone was swinging the rocks. This giant was snoring after a hearty supper.

Are we going to let him catch us like rabbits? - I said one evening to the merchants who survived. And I told them what I planned to do. We ran to the shore, began pulling thick tree trunks into a heap and tying them with ropes made of palm bark. Soon the raft was ready. When we heard the snoring of the giant, we went to the palace. The giant stretched out on a stone bench and slept like a dead man. We took two skewers on which he roasted meat, heated them over the fire and put them to the ogre's eyes, and immediately, with all our strength, we ran to the sea, where our raft stood.

The cannibal screamed in a terrible voice, it seemed that the island would fall into the sea from his scream. Stretching out his arms and stomping like a herd of elephants, he set off in pursuit of us. The enraged giant tore up trees with roots, scattered them in all directions, like twigs, smashed huge rocks into pieces, but we were already on the shore and launched the raft into the water. "Now the blind giant will never catch up with us," we rejoiced.

But before we had time to sail away from the coast, we saw next to the giant his wife, who was even more terrible than he. Our hair stood on end with terror; after all, we did not even know that there was someone else on the island. Then she noticed us, grabbed the giant by the hand and dragged him to the sea. On the shore, they began to break off huge boulders, the size of a camel, from the rocks, and hurled after us. One of the boulders fell onto the raft. The raft was smashed to smithereens, and we all found ourselves at sea. Boulders of stone fell on us like there was an earthquake. It seemed we were all destined to die. But still one of us was saved, and it was me. I scrambled onto the logs left over from the raft. They easily kept one person on the water. Fortunately, a high wave came and carried me along with the raft into the open sea. And the stones kept falling into the sea, but now they did not reach me. The waves carried me further and further, but for a long time I heard the roar of the blinded giant. Again I was left alone in the endless expanse of the sea, ragged like a beggar, without food and without fresh water.

And why did I need all this, - I scolded myself. - Why didn't I stay at home? What drew me to foreign countries? Now one date and the shade of trees by the road would be enough for me to be at home. Why do I need wealth, because the homeland is the most precious thing a person has.

These thoughts never left me, but I should have thought about it before. And now I was alone in the sea, the sun was burning mercilessly overhead, and there was not a cloud in the sky.

I wrapped the rest of my clothes around my head so that the sun would not rob me of my mind, covered my face and eyes, and leaned on fate. Finally I fell asleep, and when I woke up, I heard wonderful music and birdsong. Under the rags that covered my head, the scent of flowers penetrated, somewhere nearby, like silver bells, streams sang. I got scared and thought that my end was near. “I can see all this nonsense,” I decided and tore off the rags from my head. I did not want to believe either my eyes or my ears; my raft washed up on the sandy shore of a wonderful bay. Branches of trees leaned over me, thousands of lianas hung over the water, and luxurious orchids and other rare flowers sparkled in the sun. Transparent mountain streams fell from the rocks into the valley. I got up and struggled to get to one of these streams. My legs were trembling, my head was spinning. I washed my face with cold water, moistened my hands and back and drank greedily. Refreshed with water and refreshed with fruits, I began to sing and jumped with joy like a goat. What happiness that I am alive and well! But I was even more delighted when I got to the green lawn and saw there an old man with a long gray beard. On the surface, he seemed very kind to me.

Finally, I see a person again! - I exclaimed and ran up to the old man. I spoke to him and told him about all my misadventures, and the old man began to praise the beauty of this island, extolling to heaven the huge pier where ships from all over the world gather.

Take me there, - I asked him, - and I will remember you with gratitude to death.

I would love to take you there, ”said the old man. - But I cannot walk, my legs have ceased to obey me. I am waiting for my grandson to come for me. But you know what, put me on your back, and I will show you the way. We'll get there in an hour.

I put the old man on my shoulders, and he showed me which way to go. We headed for the pier. But as soon as I took a few steps, I was surprised to feel that the old man was very heavy. He wrapped his legs tightly around my neck, put his knees on my chest and began to laugh.

Got you, you fool, - he shouted, - now you will drag me to death like a donkey!

He pushed me in the back and made me run faster in one direction or the other, or just spin in place. I tried my best to throw off the evil old man, but nothing worked for me. So I became his slave. The old man did not even get off my back at night. I slept while sitting, and he woke and tortured me every minute. We wandered many days and nights back and forth through beautiful forests full of birds and flowers, through shady groves, through fragrant meadows, and I did not notice anything around. I was tormented by terrible pain in my back and lower back, I felt that I was getting weaker every day. , and the old man became more and more intolerable and heavier, as if he was squeezing all the juices out of me.

Once we stopped at a hillock overgrown with vines. Then I noticed a dried pumpkin on the ground. I picked it up, stuffed it with grain and grapes. Since then I have carried the pumpkin with me and from time to time exposed it to the scorching rays of the sun. A few days later the grapes fermented, and its juice turned into strong wine.

Now at least there is something to eat, - I thought.

But when I brought the pumpkin to my mouth, the old man snatched it out of my hands and drank all the wine in one breath. Then he began to sing, laugh, clapped his hands, banged his fists on my neck, beat my heels on the sides, pushed me, demanded that I dance with him. The wine had such an effect on him that he stopped thinking, but he soon became quiet. I suddenly felt that his legs were gradually unclenching, he was no longer squeezing me as tightly as usual! I squared my shoulders and threw the old man to the ground like a pear.

I suddenly felt so light, as if a mountain had fallen from my shoulders, I sighed with relief and looked at the old man. He lay in the grass completely helpless and slept like a marmot.

You will jump when you wake up, - I laughed. “Wait now for a second fool like me to pass by!

Then I left the old man and happily headed in the direction where flocks of pigeons often flocked. I walked for two days and finally came to a big city with a harbor. I walked the streets, stopped at the markets, but everywhere I heard someone else's talk. It was only in the evening, resting at the well in the market square, that I heard someone speak my native language.

I jumped up and ran to the smartly dressed people, spoke to them and saw that they understood me. But these people looked at me like I was crazy. And if I could look at myself from the outside, I would not blame them for it. Instead of clothes, I only had a bandage around my thighs, my face was pitted with wrinkles, my cheeks and chin were overgrown with thick bristles, and the skin on my body turned pitch black from the scorching sun rays. This is how I changed over the years of my wanderings. I had to talk about myself for a long time, and finally they believed that I was not lying. And when I remembered about the island that was on the back of the monstrous fish, the merchants looked at me in surprise, whispered among themselves, and then suddenly one of them asked:

Listen, are you by any chance Sinbad, a merchant from Baghdad?

How did you recognize me ?! - I exclaimed happily.

Then the merchants began to hug and congratulate me, I recognized them as my friends from the first ship, those who managed to escape and sailed away before the monstrous fish plunged into the sea. Their ship was at anchor in the local harbor. The next day they took me to the ship, showed me my goods, which were still in the hold, gave me expensive clothes, and I became a merchant again.

And since my comrades have already sold and bought everything they wanted, our ship headed straight for its native shores. We made it safely to Baghdad. There I sold my wares and bought myself a house with a garden and a vineyard. I was a good merchant and after a few years I became one of the richest people in the city. It also helped me that during the years of wandering I had studied life so well. But I did not dare to travel by sea. “It’s good everywhere, but at home it’s better,” I say. When I need to sell or exchange goods, I send one of my assistants to foreign countries instead of myself. I have three large ships and they all the time ply the sea, but not a drop of salt water falls on me. '' Sindbad the Sailor finished his story and waited for what Sinbad the Sailor would say. But he was silent. Then the rich owner poured wine into his goblet and said:

And then Sinbad the porter asked Sinbad the sailor:

Oh lord, how long have you carried this old man on your back?

Many, many days, no less than four weeks, - answered Sinbad the sailor.

Do you think you could wear it for a year or even your whole life?

The most I could stand six months, - answered Sinbad the sailor. - Maybe I would have died earlier than six months later. Then Sinbad the porter said:

You see, my lord, and I have worn such an old man for thirty years. Every day it becomes heavier and heavier, drives me here and there, tears off a piece from my mouth, at night I can feel it on my back, but I cannot throw it off.

Sinbad the sailor understood his namesake and invited him to live in his house until his death. “You will compose poetry for me,” he said to his guest, “and together we will reflect on life.

But Sinbad the porter politely thanked him for this offer and for his hospitality, said goodbye to Sinbad the sailor and left the house. It was already chilly outside. Sinbad the porter put heavy carpets on his head and went his own way. Sinbad the sailor looked after him from the window and heard him repeat his verses:

Who needs such a life?

Only one hunger and need.

basking in idleness,

They spend their days in fun

Not knowing sorrow and need,

But they, like me and you,

And may their wealth be untold,

After all, all people are mortal. "

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The Adventure Tale of Sinbad the Sailor

oriental folk tale

The Adventure Tale of Sinbad the Sailor read:

He had to be content with pitiful pennies, so that he almost died of hunger.
Once he was carrying heavy carpets on his head, he could barely move his legs, sweat rolled from him like hail, his head was buzzing, and the poor man thought that he was about to lose consciousness. Sinbad was passing just by one house, and from the gates a coolness breathed on him, and his head began to spin from the smell of delicious food. There was a stone bench in the shade in front of the house. Sinbad could not stand it, put the carpets on the ground and sat down on the bench to rest and breathe fresh air. From the house came cheerful voices, marvelous singing was heard, the clink of glasses and dishes.

Who needs such a life?
Only one hunger and need.
Others, basking in idleness,
They spend their days in fun
Without knowing grief and
needs.
But they, like me and you,
And although their wealth is untold, -
After all, all people are mortal.
Well, is it fair
That only a rich man lives happy?

When he had finished, a young servant in an expensive dress came out of the gate.
“My lord has heard your poems,” said the young man. “He invites you to dine with him and spend the evening together.
Sinbad got scared and began to say that he had done nothing wrong. But the young man smiled at him affably, took his hand, and the porter had to accept the invitation. Such a luxury that was in that house, Sinbad had never seen in his life. Servants scurried back and forth with dishes full of rare dishes, wonderful music was heard everywhere, and Sinbad decided that he was dreaming of all this. The youth led the porter into a small room. There, at the table, was an important gentleman who looked more like a scientist than a cheat. The owner nodded to Sinbad and invited him to the table.
- What is your name? he asked the porter.
“Sinbad the porter,” the poor man replied.
- My name is also Sinbad, people called me Sinbad the Sailor, and you will now find out why. I heard your poems, and I liked them. So know that not only you had to experience hardship and hardship. I will tell you everything that I experienced before I achieved the honor and wealth that you see here. But first, you must eat.

Sinbad the porter did not force himself to persuade himself and pounced on the food. And when Sinbad the sailor saw that the guest was enjoying his rest and was already full, he said:
- I have already told you a hundred times what you are about to hear. I already have no one to tell about it. And it seems to me that you
you will understand me better than others. Sinbad the porter did not dare to object, he just nodded, and his namesake Sinbad the sailor began his story.

And for many days and nights, Sinbad's ship sailed from sea to sea. And then one day a sailor on the mast shouted:
- Coast! Coast!

We were so enjoying the peace, when suddenly we heard the loud cry of the captain, who remained on the ship.

He waved his arms and shouted:
- Save yourself, who can! Run to the ship! This is not an island, but the back of a huge fish!

I woke up the next day when the sun was already high. After eating fruit and drinking from the spring, I went inland to look around.
I walked under the spreading crowns of trees, made my way through thickets dotted with flowers, but nowhere did I meet a soul. Only a couple of times did I scare the timid monkeys.

And my new journey began. For many days the ship sailed on the high seas. Finally, a bizarre island appeared in the distance. A huge white dome towered over him.

The ship is docked. Merchants and sailors rushed to the white dome and tried to pierce it with crowbars and hooks.

- Stop! You will perish! I shouted. “This dome is the egg of the bird of prey, Rukh. - If the bird Rukhh sees that the egg is broken, - everyone cannot escape death!

But nobody listened to me. The merchants and sailors kicked even harder in the egg. When the shell cracked, a huge chick emerged from the egg.

And suddenly, high in the sky, a loud whistle and deafening flapping of wings was heard. The merchants rushed to the ship in terror.

The Rukh bird flew high above their heads. Seeing that the egg was broken, she screamed terribly, made several circles over the island and flew away.

The sailors raised the anchors, dismissed the sails, and the ship sailed faster and faster, fleeing the terrible bird.

Suddenly a terrible noise was heard. The Rukh bird flew straight to the ship. Beside her, flapping his wings, the male Rukh flew. Bali birds have huge stones in their claws.

There was a deafening blow like a cannon shot. One of the stones fell to the stern. The ship crackled, heeled and began to sink.

I was very lucky, I accidentally found a piece of a ship's plank, which I grabbed with a stranglehold on. For two days and three nights I sailed on the open sea.

On the third day, the waves washed me down to the shores of an unknown land. When I got to the shore, I saw a city surrounded by high mountains.

I decided to enter this city and wander its streets a little. There was a market in a large area.

Merchants of all countries traded here - Persians, Indians, Franks, Turks, Chinese. I stood in the middle of the market and looked around. A man in a dressing gown and a large white turban on his head walked past me.

I rushed to him:
- "Oh, venerable merchant, tell me where you are from - maybe from Baghdad?"
- "Greetings, about fellow countryman!" - the Baghdad merchant Mansur happily answered.

Mansour took me to his house.
“Oh, fellow countryman, I want to save your life. You must do everything that I tell you! "

In the evening, Mansur and I went to the sea. Men, women and children ran past, stumbling and falling, to the pier.

And as soon as it got dark, all the mountains were covered with moving lights. These are monkeys descending from the mountains.

They carried torches in their hands, illuminating their path.

The monkeys scattered all over the market, sat in the shops and began to trade. Some were selling, others were buying. Monkeys-buyers chose clothes, dishes, materials, quarreled and fought.

At dawn, they formed ranks and left the city, and the inhabitants returned to their homes.

Mansour brought me home and said:
- “I have been living here for a long time and longed for my homeland. Soon you and I will go to Baghdad, but first we need to get more money. "

The next day, we loaded up the sacks filled with stones and went into the forest. Mansur and I saw many monkeys in a large palm grove.

When we got very close, the monkeys climbed to the treetops.

Having untied our sacks, we began to throw stones at the monkeys, while the furious plucked nuts from the coconut trees and threw them down, trying to get at us.

Each of us quickly filled our bag with selected nuts and returned to the city. We got a lot of money for coconuts, which were very prized in these places.

Who needs such a life?
Only one hunger and need.
Others,
basking in idleness,
They spend their days in fun
Not knowing sorrow and need,
But they, like me and you,
And may their wealth be untold,
After all, all people are mortal. "

A long time ago, there lived a merchant in the city of Baghdad, whose name was Sinbad. He had a lot of goods and money, and his ships sailed all over the seas. The captains of the ships, returning from their travels, told Sinbad amazing stories about their adventures and about the distant countries they visited.

Sinbad listened to their stories, and more and more he wanted to see the wonders and wonders of foreign countries with his own eyes.

And so he decided to go on a long journey.

Sinbad. Cartoon

He bought a lot of goods, chose the fastest and strongest ship and set off. Other merchants went with him with their goods.

Their ship sailed for a long time from sea to sea and from land to land, and, sticking to the ground, they sold and exchanged their goods.

And then one day, when they had not seen the land for many days and nights, a sailor on the mast shouted:

- Coast! Coast!

The captain steered the ship towards shore and anchored off a large green island. Wonderful, unprecedented flowers grew there, and motley birds sang on the branches of shady trees.

The hikers got off the ground to take a break from the pitching. Some of them made a fire and began to cook food, others washed clothes in wooden troughs, and some walked around the island. Sinbad also went for a walk and imperceptibly withdrew from the coast. Suddenly the ground stirred under his feet, and he heard the loud cry of the captain:

- Save yourself! Run to the ship! This is not an island, but a huge fish!

Indeed, it was a fish. It was covered with sand, trees grew on it, and it became like an island. But when the travelers lit a fire, the fish became hot and began to stir.

- Hurry! Hurry! The captain shouted. - Now she will dive to the bottom!

The merchants threw away their cauldrons and troughs and rushed to the ship in terror. But only those who were at the very shore managed to run. The island fish sank into the depths of the sea, and everyone who was late went to the bottom. Roaring waves closed over them.

Sinbad also did not manage to reach the ship. The waves hit him, but he swam well and emerged to the surface of the sea. A large trough floated past him, in which the merchants had just washed their clothes. Sinbad sat astride a trough and tried to row with his feet. But the waves threw the trough to the right and left, and Sinbad could not control it.

The captain of the ship ordered to raise the sails and swam away from this place, without even looking at the drowned man.

Sinbad looked after the ship for a long time, and when the ship disappeared in the distance, he wept with grief and despair. Now he had nowhere to wait for salvation.

The waves hit the trough and threw it from side to side all day and all night. And in the morning Sinbad suddenly saw that he was washed up on a high bank. Sinbad grabbed the branches of a tree that hung over the water, and, mustering his last strength, climbed onto the shore. As soon as Sinbad felt himself on solid ground, he fell to the grass and lay like dead all day and all night.

Sinbad the Sailor. Drawing of the early XX century

In the morning he decided to look for some food. He reached a large green lawn covered with variegated flowers, and suddenly saw in front of him a horse, more beautiful than which is not in the world. The horse's legs were tangled, and he was nibbling on the lawn.

Sinbad stopped, admiring this horse, and after a short time he saw in the distance a man who was running, waving his arms, and shouting something. He ran up to Sinbad and asked him:

- Who are you? Where are you from and how did you come to our country?

- O sir, - answered Sinbad, - I am a foreigner. I was sailing on a ship on the sea, and my ship sank, and I managed to grab a trough where clothes were washed. Until then, the waves carried me across the sea, until they brought me to your shores. Tell me, whose horse is this so beautiful, and why is he grazing here alone?

- Know, - answered the man, - that I am the groom of the king al-Mihrjan. There are many of us, and each of us follows only one horse. In the evening we bring them to graze in this meadow, and in the morning we take them back to the stable. Our king is very fond of foreigners. Let's go to him - he will welcome you and show you mercy.

“Thank you, sir, for your kindness,” said Sinbad.

The groom put a silver bridle on the horse, took off the fetters and led him into the city. Sinbad followed the groom.

Soon they came to the palace, and Sinbad was led into the hall, where King al-Mihrjan was sitting on a high throne. The king treated Sinbad kindly and began to question him, and Sinbad told him about everything that had happened to him. Al-Mihrjan showed him mercy and appointed him master of the harbor.

From morning to evening, Sinbad stood at the pier and recorded the ships that came to the harbor. He lived for a long time in the country of King al-Mihrjan, and whenever a ship approached the pier, Sinbad asked merchants and sailors in which direction the city of Baghdad was. But none of them heard anything about Baghdad, and Sinbad almost stopped hoping to see his hometown.

And the king al-Mihrjan fell in love with Sinbad and made him his confidant. He often talked to him about his country and, when he traveled around his possessions, he always took Sinbad with him.

Sinbad had to see many miracles and wonders in the land of King al-Mihrjan, but he did not forget his homeland and only thought about how to return to Baghdad.

Once Sinbad stood, as always, on the seashore, sad and sad. At this time, a large ship approached the pier, on which there were many merchants and sailors. All residents of the city ran ashore to meet the ship. The sailors began to unload the goods, while Sinbad stood and took notes. Towards evening, Sinbad asked the captain:

- How many goods are still left on your ship?

“There are a few more bales in the hold,” replied the captain, “but their owner drowned. We want to sell these goods and take the money for them to his family in Baghdad.

- What is the name of the owner of these goods? - asked Sinbad.

“His name is Sinbad,” replied the captain.

Hearing this, Sinbad screamed loudly and said:

- I'm Sinbad! I got off your ship when it landed on the fish island, and you left and left me when I was drowning in the sea. These products are my products.

- You want to deceive me! Cried the captain. - I told you that I have goods on the ship, the owner of which has drowned, and you wish to take them for yourself! We saw how Sinbad drowned, and many merchants drowned with him. How do you say that the goods are yours? You have neither honor nor conscience!

“Listen to me, and you will know that I am telling the truth,” said Sinbad. “Don't you remember how I hired your ship in Basra, and a scribe named Suleiman Lop-eared brought me to you?

And he told the captain everything that had happened on his ship since the day they all sailed from Basra. And then the captain and the merchants recognized Sinbad and were glad that he had escaped. They gave Sinbad his goods, and Sinbad sold them at a great profit. He said goodbye to King al-Mihrjan, loaded other goods aboard the ship that were not in Baghdad, and sailed on his ship to Basra.

For many days and nights, his ship sailed and finally dropped anchor in the harbor of Basra, and from there Sinbad went to the City of Peace, as the Arabs called Baghdad at that time.

In Baghdad, Sinbad distributed some of his goods to friends and acquaintances, and sold the rest.

He suffered so many troubles and misfortunes on the way that he decided never to leave Baghdad again.

Thus ended the first journey of Sinbad the Sailor.

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“Know, O people, that when I returned after the sixth journey, I began to live again as I had lived in the first time, having fun, having fun, having fun and enjoying myself, and thus spent some time, continuing to rejoice and have fun incessantly, night and day: because I got a lot of profit and a great profit.

And I wanted to look at foreign countries, and travel on the sea, and make friends with merchants, and listen to stories, and I decided on this business, and tied bales of luxury goods for a trip by sea, and brought them from the city of Baghdad to the city of Basra. And I saw a ship prepared for the journey, on which there was a crowd of wealthy merchants, and I got on the ship with them and made friends with them, and we set off, safe and healthy, eager to travel.

And the wind was good for us, until we arrived in a city called the city of China, and we experienced extreme joy and merriment, and talked to each other about travel and trade. And at that time, a gusty wind suddenly blew from the bow of the ship and a heavy rain began, so we covered the packs with felt and canvas, fearing that the goods would perish from the rain, and began to cry to the great Allah and beg him to dispel the disaster that befell us.

And the captain of the ship got up, and tightening his belt, picked up the flaps, and climbed onto the mast, and looked to the right and to the left, and then he looked at the merchants who were on the ship and began to beat himself in the face and pluck out his beard. "O captain, what's the matter?" - we asked him; and he replied: “Ask Allah for great salvation from what has befallen us, and cry for yourself! Say goodbye to each other and know that the wind has overcome us and threw us into the last sea in the world. "

And then the captain got off the mast, and, opening his chest, took out a bag of cotton paper, and untied it, and poured out a powder like ash, and moistened the powder with water, and after waiting a little, sniffed it, and then he took out from the chest a small book, and read it, and said to us: “Know, O travelers, that in this book there are amazing things that indicate that everyone who reaches this land will not be saved, but will perish.

This land is called the Climate of the Kings, and in it is the grave of our lord Suleiman, the son of Daud, may peace be with them. And in it there are snakes with a huge body, terrible appearance, and to every ship that reaches this land, a fish comes out of the sea and swallows it with everything that is on it. "

Hearing these words from the captain, we were extremely surprised at his story, and the captain had not yet finished his speeches, when the ship began to rise and fall on the water, and we heard a terrible cry, like a crashing thunder. And we were scared and became like the dead and were convinced that we would perish immediately.

And suddenly a fish like a high mountain swam up to the ship, and we were afraid of it, and began to mourn bitterly for ourselves, and prepared to die, and looked at the fish, marveling at its terrifying appearance. And suddenly another fish swam up to us, but we did not see a fish larger and larger than it, and we began to say goodbye to each other, crying about ourselves.

And suddenly a third fish swam up, even more than the first two that swam up to us earlier, and then we ceased to understand and understand, and our mind was overwhelmed by strong fear. And these three fish began to circle around the ship, and the third fish opened its mouth to swallow the ship with everything that was on it, but suddenly a great wind blew, and the ship was lifted, and it sank on a large mountain and crashed, and all its boards flew away and all the packs and merchants and travelers were drowned in the sea.

And I took off all the clothes that were on me, so that only one shirt remained on me, and swam a little, and caught up with one of the ship's boards and clung to it, and then I climbed onto this board and sat on it, and the waves and winds played with me on the surface of the water, and I firmly held on to the board, now lifted, now lowered by the waves, and experienced severe torment, fright, hunger and thirst.

And I began to reproach myself for what I had done, and my soul was tired after the rest, and I said to myself: “O Sinbad, O sailor, you have not repented yet, and every time you experience disasters and fatigue, but you do not refuse to travel by sea, and if you refuse, then your refusal is false. Endure what you are experiencing, you deserve everything that you got, it was predetermined by Allah the great, so that I would give up my greed. Everything that I endure comes from greed, because I have a lot of money. "

And I returned to my mind and said: "On this journey I repent to Allah the great with sincere repentance and I will not travel and in my life I will not mention travel with my tongue or mind." And I did not stop pleading with Allah the Great and crying, remembering the peace, joy, pleasure, delight and joy I lived in. And I spent the first day and the second in this way, and finally, I got to a big island, where there were many trees and canals, and I began to eat fruits from these trees and drank water from the canals, until I revived and my soul returned to me , and my resolve was strengthened, and I calmed down a little.

And then I went around the island and saw at the opposite end of it a large stream with fresh water, but the current of this stream was strong, And I remembered the raft on which I had ridden earlier, and said to myself: “I will certainly make myself the same raft, maybe I'll be saved this time too. If I am saved, the desired has been achieved, and I will repent before Allah the great and will not travel, and if I die, my heart will rest from exhaustion and labor. "

And then I got up and started picking up the branches of the trees - an expensive sandal, the like of which I couldn't find (and I didn't know what it was); and having collected these twigs, I got hold of branches and grass that grew on the island, and, twisting them like ropes, tied them to my raft and said to myself: "If I save myself, it will be from Allah!" And I got on a raft and rode it along the canal and reached the other end of the island, and then I moved away from it and, leaving the island, sailed the first day, and the second day, and the third day.

And I still lay and did not eat anything during this time, but when I was thirsty, I drank from the stream; and I became like a stupefied chicken because of great fatigue, hunger and fear. And the raft carried me to a high mountain, under which a river flowed; and when I saw this, I was afraid that it would be the same as the last time, on the previous river, and hotrl to stop the raft and go up the mountain, but the water overpowered me and drew the raft, and he went downhill, and seeing this, I was convinced that I would perish, and exclaimed: “There is no power and strength like Allah; tall, great! "

And the raft went a short distance and went out into a spacious place, and suddenly I see: in front of me is a large river, and the water is rustling, emitting a roar like the rumble of thunder, and rushing like the wind. And I grabbed the raft with my hands, fearing that I would fall out of it, and the waves played with me, throwing me to the right and left in the middle of this river and the raft went down the stream of water along the river, and I could not hold it and was not able to direct it to side of the land, and, finally, the raft stopped with me near a city with a great view, with beautiful buildings, in which there were many people.

And when people saw me descend on a raft in the middle of the river downstream, they threw a net and ropes at me and pulled the raft onto dry land, and I fell among them, as if dead, from severe hunger, insomnia and fear. And a man came out to meet me, an old, deep old man, and said to me: "Welcome!" - and threw on me many beautiful clothes, which I covered my shame, and then this man took me and went with me and took me to the bath, he brought me revitalizing drink and wonderful incense.

And when we left the bath, he took me to his house and led me there, and the inhabitants of his house were delighted with me, and he sat me in a place of honor and prepared me luxurious meals, and I ate until I was satisfied, and glorified the great Allah for your salvation. And after that his servants brought me hot water, and I washed my hands, and the slaves brought silk towels, and I dried my hands and wiped my mouth; and then the sheikh at the same hour got up and gave me a separate, secluded room in his house and told the servants and slaves to serve me and fulfill all my desires and deeds, and the servants began to take care of me.

And I lived in this way with this man, in the hospitality house, for three days, and ate well, and drank well, and breathed in wonderful smells, and my soul returned to me, and my fear subsided, and my heart calmed down, and I rested my soul. And when the fourth day came, the sheikh came to me and said: “You have made us glad, O my child! Glory to Allah for your salvation! Do you want to go with me to the river bank and go down to the market? You sell your product and get money, and maybe you can buy something with it to trade. "

And I was silent for a while and thought to myself: "Where did I get the goods and what is the reason for these words?" And the sheikh continued: “O my child, do not be sad and do not hesitate! Let's go to the market; and if we see that someone gives you a price for your goods to which you agree, I will take them for you, and if the goods bring nothing that you would be pleased with, I will put them in my storerooms until until the days of buying and selling come. "

And I thought about my business and said to my mind: "Obey it to see what the product will be"; and then said: “I listen and obey, O my uncle sheikh!

What you do is blessed, and it is impossible for you to contradict in anything. " And then I went with him to the market and saw that the sheikh had taken apart the raft on which I had arrived (and it was made of sandalwood), and sent a summoner to shout about him, and the middleman was trying to sell the tree.

And the merchants came and called the first price, and everyone added it until it reached a thousand dinars, and then the merchants stopped adding, and the sheikh turned to me and said: “Listen, my child, this is the price of your goods on days like this. Will you sell it for this price or will you wait and I will put it in my storerooms until the time comes for its price to rise and we sell it? " - “O sir, the command belongs to you, do what. you want, "I answered, and the elder said:" O my child, will you sell me this tree with a surcharge of one hundred dinars in gold over and above what the merchants gave for it? " - "Yes, - I answered, - I will sell you this product and agree to this amount."

And then the elder ordered his servants to move the tree to their storerooms, and I returned with him to his house. And we sat down, and the elder counted out all the payment for the tree, and ordered to bring wallets, and put the money there, and locked it in an iron chest, the key to which he gave me. And a few days later the elder said to me: "O my child, I will offer you something and I wish you to listen to me in this." - "And what kind of business will it be?" I asked him.

And the sheikh replied: “Know that I became old in years and I have no male child, but I have a young daughter, beautiful in appearance, the owner of a lot of money and beauty, and I want to marry her to you so that you stay with her in our country; and afterwards I will give you all that I have and all that my hands have. I have become old, and you will take my place. "

And I said nothing and said nothing, but the elder said: “Listen to me, my child, in what I tell you, I wish you well. If you obey me, I will marry you to my daughter, and you will become like my son, and everything that is in my hands and belongs to me will be yours, and if you want to trade and go to your country, no one will interfere with you. and your money is at your fingertips.

Do as you want and choose. "-" By Allah, O my uncle sheikh, you became like my father, and I have experienced many horrors, and I have no opinion or knowledge left! - I answered. - The command in everything that you want belongs to you. " And then the sheikh ordered his servants to bring the judge and witnesses, and they were brought, and he married me to his daughter, and made for us a magnificent feast and a great celebration.

And he introduced me to his daughter, and I saw that she was extremely charming, and beautiful, and slender in stature, and on her there were many different ornaments, clothes, expensive metals, headdresses, necklaces and precious stones, the cost of which was many thousands of thousands gold, and no one can give their price. And when I came to this girl, I liked her, and love arose between us, and I lived for some time in the greatest joy and fun.

And the girl's father passed away at the mercy of the great Allah, and we dressed him up and buried him, and I laid my hand on everything that he had, and all his servants became my servants, subject to me, who served me. And the merchants appointed me to his place, and he was their foreman, and none of them acquired anything without his knowledge and permission, since he was their sheikh, and I was in his place.

And when I began to communicate with the inhabitants of this city, I saw that their appearance changes every month and they have wings on which they fly up to the heavenly clouds, and only children and women remain to live in this city; and I said to myself: "When the beginning of the month comes, I will ask one of them, and maybe they will take me where they are going."

And when the beginning of the month came, the color of the inhabitants of this city changed, and their appearance became different, and I came to one of them and said: "I conjure you by Allah, take me with you, and I will look and return with you." This is an impossible thing, ”he replied. But I did not stop trying to persuade him until he did me this favor, and I met this man and grabbed him, and he flew with me through the air, and I did not inform anyone of my household, servants or friends about it.

And this man flew with me, and I sat on his shoulders, until he rose high into the air with me, and I heard the praise of angels in the dome of the firmament, and marveled at this, and exclaimed: “Praise be to Allah, may Allah be glory! " And I had not yet finished praising, when fire came down from heaven and almost burned these people. And they all went down and threw me on a high mountain, being in extreme anger at me, and flew away and left me, and I was left alone on this mountain and began to reproach myself for what I had done, and exclaimed: “There is no power and strength except for Allah, high, great! Every time I get out of trouble, I get into trouble more severe. "

And I stayed on this mountain, not knowing where to go; and suddenly two youths, like moons, passed me by, and in each of them was a golden cane, on which they leaned. And I went up to them and greeted them, and they answered my greeting, and then I told them: "I conjure you by Allah, who are you and what is your business?" And they answered me: “We are from the servants of Allah the Great,” and gave me a cane of red gold, which was with them, and left on their own way, leaving me. And I remained standing on the top of the mountain, leaning on a staff, and pondering the business of these young men.

And suddenly a snake crawled out from under the mountain, holding in its mouth a man whom it swallowed to the navel, and he shouted: "Whoever frees me, Allah will free him from all trouble!"

And I went up to this snake and hit it on the head with a golden cane, and it threw this man out of its mouth. And the man came up to me and said: "Since my salvation from this snake was accomplished by your hands, I will no longer part with you, and you will be my friend on this mountain." - "Welcome!" - I answered him and we went up the mountain. And suddenly some people came up to us, and I looked at them and saw the man who carried me on his shoulders and flew with me.

And I approached him and began to make excuses before Him and persuade him and said: "O my friend, friends do not act like that with friends!" And this man answered me: "It was you who ruined us, glorifying Allah on my back!" - "Do not excuse me," I said, "I did not know it, but now I will never speak." And this man agreed to take me with him, but set me a condition that I would not remember Allah and glorify him on his back.

And he carried me and flew with me, as the first time, and brought me to mine; dwelling; and my wife came out to meet me, and greeted me, and congratulated me on my salvation, and said: "Beware of going out with these people in the future and do not make friends with them: they are brothers of the shaitans and do not know how to remember Allah the Great."

- "Why did your father live with them?" I asked; and she said: “My father did not belong to them and did not act as they did in my opinion, since my father is dead, sell everything we have and take the goods with the proceeds and then go to your country, to relatives, and I will go with you: I have no need to sit in this city after the death of my mother and father. "

And I began to sell the things of this sheikh one by one, waiting for someone to leave this city so that I could go with him; and at this time some people in the city wanted to leave, but could not find a ship for themselves.

And they bought logs and made a big ship for themselves, and I hired him with them and gave them the full payment, and then I put my wife on the ship and put everything we had there, and we left our possessions and estates and left. ... And we drove by sea, from island to island, moving from sea to sea, and the wind was good throughout the journey until we arrived safely in the city of Basra.

But I did not stay there, but hired another ship and transferred everything that was with me there, and went to the city of Baghdad, and went to my quarter, and came to my home, and met my relatives, friends and loved ones. I put all the goods that were with me in the pantries and my family calculated how long I was away on the seventh trip, and it turned out that twenty-seven years had passed, so they stopped hoping for my return.

And when I returned and told them about all my affairs and about that; what happened to me, everyone was very surprised at this and congratulated me on my salvation, and I repented before Allah the great to travel by land and by sea after this seventh journey, which put an end to travel, and it stopped my passion. And I thanked Allah, great and glorious, and glorified him and praised him for bringing me back to my relatives in my country and homeland. Look, O Sinbad, O land, what happened to me, and what happened to me, and what were my deeds! "

And Sinbad said to the overland sailor Sinbad: "I conjure you by Allah, do not excuse me for what I have done towards you!" And they lived in friendship and love and great fun, joy and pleasure, until death came to them - the Destroyer of pleasures and the Separator of meetings, which destroys palaces and inhabits graves. Glory be to Allah who lives, who does not die!