Bedtime Stories 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 work as much as he was supposed to.

He had to be content with pitiful pennies, so that he almost starved to death.

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 affably at him, 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 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.

My name is also Sinbad, people called me Sinbad the Sailor, and now you will 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. I only have a 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 had already ceased to regret 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 brought to the island 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 astride the trough, began paddling with my feet, and swam in this strange boat for 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, and 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 exerted 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 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 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 dotted 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 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 Rukhh bird sees that the egg is broken, - all will not escape death!

But nobody listened to me. The merchants and sailors beat even more 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 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.

- "Now the monkeys will enter the city, - said Mansour. - They come here every night, and it will be bad for those who remain 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 live here for a long time and yearn for my homeland. Soon we 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 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. "

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 work as much as he was supposed to.

He had to be content with pitiful pennies, so that he almost starved to death.

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 affably at him, 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 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.

My name is also Sinbad, people called me Sinbad the Sailor, and now you will 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. I only have a 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 had already ceased to regret 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 brought to the island 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 astride the trough, began paddling with my feet, and swam in this strange boat for 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, and 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 exerted 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 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 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 dotted 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 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 beat even more 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.

“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 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. "

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 work as much as he was supposed to. He had to be content with pitiful pennies, so that he almost starved to death.

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

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 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 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.

My name is also Sinbad, people called me Sinbad the Sailor, and now you will 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 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.

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. I only have a 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 had already ceased to regret 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.

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 lit a fire and began to cook food, others swam in cool streams or walked 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!

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 the fire that 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 brought to the island 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 astride the trough, began paddling with my feet, and swam in this strange boat for 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, and 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 exerted 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 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 at last I 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 even a fly could not 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 could see I was 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 managed to dig myself into 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 fed 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 I thought that with the help of this huge bird I could 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. “But 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 escort 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 reached 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. To the bloody 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 stuck 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 with sticks on the rocks. 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 coast, he began to tear his hair, groan 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 had time to recover, these monsters attacked our ship, surrounded us, began to tear 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’ll 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:

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.

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. "

Summary:

"The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor" is a string of exciting and dangerous adventures of a merchant from the city of Baghdad, fed up with the monotony of a well-fed life. After hearing fascinating stories about outlandish animals and unusual things, Sinbad sets off on his first journey and finds himself on an island, which, as it turns out, turned out to be a whale. The second journey was no less dangerous, it was on this journey that Sinbad meets the Rukh bird and barely escapes. In the third voyage, the sailor finds himself on the island of evil monkeys and meets a giant - a cannibal, but his wit again saves him. The fourth story is a journey to India and the marriage of Sinbad, a sailor in a Hindu. On the fifth journey, Sinbad becomes a slave to a cruel old man, but he manages to get rid of this burden. The journey to the beautiful island, where men grow wings every year and they fly away from the island, returning only for 7 days, became the sixth journey of the brave Sinbad. The seventh journey was the last for Sinbad. He had seen enough of distant countries and found peace next to his family.

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First trip

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.

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 looked like an island. But when the travelers lit a fire, the fish became hot and it began to stir.

Hurry! Hurry! - shouted the captain. - 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 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.

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?

Oh lord, - 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 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 left on your ship?

There are a few more bales in the hold, ”the captain replied,“ 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 items? - asked Sinbad.

His name is Sinbad, - answered 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 want 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 find out that I am telling the truth, - said Sinbad. - Do you not 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.

Second journey

But soon Sinbad got bored of sitting in one place, and he wanted to swim in the seas again. Again he bought goods, went to Basra and chose a large, sturdy ship. For two days the sailors put the goods in the hold, and on the third day the captain ordered the anchor to be raised, and the ship set off, driven by a favorable wind.

Sinbad saw many islands, cities and countries on this journey, and finally, his ship landed on an unknown beautiful island, where transparent streams flowed and thick trees hung with heavy fruits grew.

Sinbad and his companions, merchants from Baghdad, went ashore for a walk and scattered around the island. Sinbad chose a shady place and sat down to rest under a dense apple tree. Soon he felt hungry. He took a roast chicken and a few tortillas that he had taken from the ship out of his travel sack and took a snack, and then lay down on the grass and immediately fell asleep.

When he woke up, the sun was already low. Sinbad jumped to his feet and ran to the sea, but the ship was gone. It sailed away, and everyone who was on it - the captain, merchants, and sailors - forgot about Sinbad.

Poor Sinbad was left alone on the island. He wept bitterly and said to himself:

If on my first trip I escaped and met people who brought me back to Baghdad, now no one will find me on this deserted island.

Until the very night, Sinbad stood on the shore, watching if the ship was sailing in the distance, and when it got dark, he lay down on the ground and fell fast asleep.

In the morning, at sunrise, Sinbad woke up and went inland to look for food and fresh water. From time to time he climbed trees and looked around, but saw nothing but forest, land and water.

He became sad and scared. Do you really have to live your whole life on this deserted island? But then, trying to cheer himself up, he said:

What is the use of sitting and grieving! Nobody can save me if I don't save myself. I will go further and maybe reach the place where people live.

Several days passed. And then one day Sinbad climbed a tree and saw in the distance a large white dome, which sparkled dazzlingly in the sun. Sinbad was very happy and thought: “This is probably the roof of the palace where the king of this island lives. I will go to him and he will help me get to Baghdad. "

Sinbad quickly descended from the tree and walked forward, not taking his eyes off the white dome. Coming to a close distance, he saw that it was not a palace, but a white ball - so huge that the top of it was not visible. Sinbad walked around him, but saw no windows or doors. He tried to climb onto the top of the ball, but the walls were so slippery and smooth that Sinbad had nothing to grab onto.

“What a miracle! - thought Sinbad, -What is this ball? "

Suddenly everything around went dark. Sinbad looked up and saw that a huge bird was flying above him and its wings, like clouds, obscured the sun. At first, Sinbad was frightened, but then he remembered that the captain of his ship said that the Rukh bird lived on the distant islands, which feeds its chicks with elephants. Sinbad immediately realized that the white ball was the egg of the Rukh bird. He hid and waited for what would happen next. The Roc bird, circling in the air, landed on the egg, covered it with its wings and fell asleep. She did not even notice Sinbad.

And Sinbad lay motionless near the egg and thought: “I found a way to get out of here. If only the bird doesn't wake up. "

He waited a little and, seeing that the bird was fast asleep, quickly took off the turban from his head, unwound it and tied it to the leg of the Rukh bird. She didn’t move - after all, in comparison with her, Sinbad was no more than an ant. Having become attached, Sinbad lay down on the bird's leg and said to himself:

“Tomorrow she will fly away with me and, perhaps, take me to a country where there are people and cities. But even if I fall and crash, it is still better to die right away than wait for death on this uninhabited island. "

Early in the morning, just before dawn, the Rukh bird woke up, spread its wings with a noise, screamed loudly and prolongedly and soared into the air. Sinbad closed his eyes in fear and firmly grabbed the bird's leg. She rose to the very clouds and flew over the waters and lands for a long time, and Sinbad hung tied to her leg and was afraid to look down. Finally the Roc bird began to descend and, sitting on the ground, folded its wings. Then Sinbad quickly and carefully untied his turban, trembling with fear that Rukh would notice him and kill him.

But the bird never saw Sinbad. She suddenly grabbed something long and thick from the ground with her claws and flew away. Sinbad looked after her and saw that Rukh carried away in its claws a huge snake, longer and thicker than the largest palm tree.

Sinbad rested a little, looked around and it turned out that the Rukh bird brought him to a deep and wide valley. Huge mountains stood around the wall, so high that their tops rested against the clouds, and there was no way out of this valley.

I got rid of one misfortune and ended up in another, even worse, - said Sinbad, sighing heavily. - There were even fruits and fresh water on the island, but here there is no water or trees.

Not knowing what to do, he wandered sadly through the valley with his head down. Meanwhile, the sun rose over the mountains and illuminated the valley. And suddenly all of it sparkled brightly. Every stone on the ground shone and shone with blue, red, yellow lights. Sinbad raised one stone and saw that it was a precious diamond, the hardest stone in the world, which is used for drilling metals and cutting glass. The valley was full of diamonds, and the ground in it was diamond.

And suddenly a hiss was heard from everywhere. Huge snakes crawled out from under the stones to bask in the sun. Each of these snakes was larger than the tallest tree, and if an elephant had come into the valley, the snakes would probably have swallowed it whole.

Sinbad trembled with horror and wanted to run, but there was nowhere to run and nowhere to hide. Sinbad darted in all directions and suddenly noticed a small cave. He crawled into it and found himself right in front of a huge snake, which curled up into a ball and hissed menacingly. Sinbad was even more frightened. He crawled out of the cave and pressed his back against the rock, trying not to move. He saw that there was no salvation for him.

And suddenly a large piece of meat fell right in front of him. Sinbad raised his head, but there was nothing above him except the sky and rocks. Soon another piece of meat fell from above, followed by a third. Then Sinbad realized where he was and what kind of valley it was.

Long ago in Baghdad, he heard from a traveler a story about the Valley of Diamonds. “This valley,” said the traveler, “is located in a distant country between the mountains, and no one can get into it, because there is no road there. But the merchants who trade in diamonds have come up with a trick to mine the stones. They kill the sheep, cut it into pieces and throw the meat into the valley.

Diamonds stick to the meat, and at noon birds of prey - eagles and hawks - descend into the valley, grab the meat and fly up the mountain with it. Then the merchants, with knocks and shouts, drive the birds away from the meat and tear off the adhering diamonds; and they leave meat to birds and beasts. "

Sinbad remembered this story and was delighted. He figured out how to save himself. He quickly collected as many large diamonds as he could carry with him, and then he opened his turban, lay down on the ground, put a large piece of meat on himself and tied it tightly to himself. In less than a minute, a mountain eagle descended into the valley, grabbed the meat with its claws and rose into the air. Having reached a high mountain, he began to peck at meat, but suddenly loud shouts and knocking were heard from behind him. The alarmed eagle threw its prey and flew away, while Sinbad untied his turban and stood up. The clatter and thunder were heard closer and closer, and soon an old, fat bearded man in a merchant's clothes ran out from behind the trees. He pounded the wooden shield with a stick and shouted at the top of his voice to drive the eagle away. Not even glancing at Sinbad, the merchant rushed to the meat and examined it from all sides, but did not find a single diamond. Then he sat down on the ground, grabbed his head with his hands and exclaimed:

What a misfortune! I had already thrown a whole bull into the valley, but the eagles carried all the pieces of meat to their nests. They left only one piece and, as if on purpose, one to which not a single pebble stuck. Oh woe! Failure!

Then he saw Sinbad, who was standing next to him, covered in blood and dust, barefoot and in torn clothes. The merchant immediately stopped screaming and froze with fright. Then he raised his stick, covered himself with a shield and asked:

Who are you and how did you get here?

Fear not me, venerable merchant. I will not harm you, - answered Sinbad. - I was also a merchant, like you, but I experienced many troubles and terrible adventures. Help me get out of here and get home, and I will give you as many diamonds as you have never had.

Do you really have diamonds? - asked the merchant. - Show me.

Sinbad showed him his stones and presented the best of them. The merchant was delighted and thanked Sinbad for a long time, and then he called other merchants who also mined diamonds, and Sinbad told them about all his misfortunes.

The merchants congratulated him on his salvation, gave him good clothes and took him with them.

They walked for a long time through the steppes, deserts, plains and mountains, and many wonders and wonders Sinbad had to see until he reached his homeland.

On one island, he saw a beast called karkadann. Karkadann looks like a large cow and has one thick horn in the middle of its head. He is so strong that he can carry a large elephant on his horn. From the sun, the fat of the elephant begins to melt and floods the frame of the eyes. Karkadann goes blind and lies on the ground. Then the bird Rukh flies to him and carries him in its claws together with the elephant to its nest.

After a long journey, Sinbad finally made it to Baghdad. Relatives greeted him with joy and arranged a holiday on the occasion of his return. They thought that Sinbad was dead and did not hope to see him again. Sinbad sold his diamonds and started trading again as before.

Thus ended the second journey of Sinbad the Sailor.

Third journey

For several years Sinbad lived in his hometown, without leaving anywhere. His friends and acquaintances, Baghdad merchants, every evening came to him and listened to stories about his wanderings, and every time Sinbad remembered about the Rukh bird, the diamond valley of huge snakes, he felt so scared, as if he were still wandering in the diamond valley. ...

One evening, as usual, his fellow merchants came to see Sinbad. When they finished their supper and prepared to listen to the master's stories, a servant entered the room and said that a man was standing at the gate and selling strange fruits.

Order him to come in here, - said Sinbad.

The servant led the fruit dealer into the room. He was a swarthy man with a long black beard, dressed in a foreign style. On his head he carried a basket full of magnificent fruits. He put the basket in front of Sinbad and removed the coverlet from it.

Sinbad looked into the basket and gasped in surprise. In it lay huge round oranges, sour and sweet lemons, oranges, bright as fire, peaches, pears and pomegranates, so large and juicy, which cannot be found in Baghdad.

Who are you, foreigner, and where did you come from? - asked Sinbad the merchant.

Oh lord, - he replied, - I was born far from here, on the island of Serendibe. All my life I sailed the seas and visited many countries and everywhere I sold such fruits.

Tell me about Serendib Island: what is it like and who lives on it? - said Sinbad.

You cannot tell about my homeland in words. It must be seen, since there is no island in the world more beautiful and better than Serendib, "the merchant answered." When a traveler enters the shore, he hears the singing of beautiful birds, whose feathers burn in the sun like precious stones. Even the flowers on Serendibe Island glow like bright gold. And there are flowers on it that cry and laugh. Every day at sunrise, they raise their heads up and shout loudly: “Morning! Morning!" - and laugh, and in the evening, when the sun goes down, they lower their heads to the ground and cry. As soon as darkness falls, all kinds of animals - bears, leopards, lions and sea horses - come out to the seashore, and each holds in his mouth a precious stone that sparkles like fire and illuminates everything around. And the trees in my homeland are the rarest and most expensive: aloe, which smells so beautiful when lit; the strong flow that goes to the ship's masts - not a single insect will gnaw it, and neither water nor cold will harm it; tall palms and shiny ebony, or ebony. The sea around Serendib is gentle and warm. At the bottom there are wonderful pearls - white, pink and black, and fishermen dive into the water and get them. And sometimes they send little monkeys for pearls ...

For a long time the fruit merchant talked about the wonders of the Serendib Island, and when he finished, Sinbad generously rewarded him and let him go. The merchant left, bowing low, and Sinbad went to bed, but for a long time tossed and turned from side to side and could not fall asleep, remembering the stories about the island of Serendib. He could hear the splash of the sea and the creak of the masts of the ship, he saw before him wonderful birds and golden flowers, sparkling with bright lights. Finally he fell asleep, and he dreamed of a monkey with a huge pink pearl in his mouth.

Waking up, he immediately jumped out of bed and said to himself:

I must definitely visit Serendibe Island! Today I will start getting ready for the journey.

He collected all that he had, money, bought goods, said goodbye to his family and again went to the seaside city of Basra. For a long time he chose a better ship for himself and finally found a beautiful, strong ship. The captain of this ship was a seaman from Persia named Buzurg, an old fat man with a long beard. He sailed the ocean for many years, and his ship has never been wrecked.

Sinbad ordered to load his goods onto Buzurg's ship and set off. He was accompanied by his fellow merchants, who also wanted to visit the island of Serendibe.

The wind was fair and the ship was moving rapidly forward. The first days everything went well. But one morning a storm broke out at sea; a strong wind arose, which every now and then changed direction. Sinbad's ship was carried across the sea like a splinter. Huge waves rolled over the deck one after another. Sinbad and his friends tied themselves to the masts and began to say goodbye to each other, not hoping to escape. Only Captain Buzurg was calm. He himself stood at the helm and gave orders in a loud voice. Seeing that he was not afraid, his companions also calmed down. By midday the storm began to subside. The waves became smaller, the sky cleared up. There was a complete lull soon.

And suddenly Captain Buzurg began to beat himself in the face, moan and cry. He tore off the turban from his head, threw it on the deck, tore off his robe and shouted:

Be aware that our ship is caught in a strong current and we cannot get out of it! And this current carries us to a country called the "Country of the Furry". People who look like monkeys live there, I have not yet returned alive from this country. Get ready for death - we have no salvation!

Before the captain had time to finish, there was a terrible blow. The ship shook violently and stopped. The current drove him to the shore, and he ran aground. And now the whole coast was covered with little people. There were more and more of them, they rolled down from the shore directly into the water, swam up to the ship and quickly climbed the masts. These small people, covered with thick wool, with yellow eyes, crooked legs and tenacious hands, gnawed at the ship's ropes and tore off the sails, and then rushed at Sinbad and his companions. The man in front crept up to one of the merchants. The merchant drew his sword and cut it in half. And immediately ten more furry men rushed at him, grabbed him by the arms and legs and threw him into the sea, and after him another and a third merchant.

Are we really afraid of these monkeys ?! - exclaimed Sinbad and drew the sword from its scabbard.

But Captain Buzurg grabbed his arm and shouted:

Watch out, Sinbad! Can't you see that if each of us kills ten or even a hundred monkeys, the rest will rip him to shreds or throw him overboard? We run from the ship to the island, and let the ship go to the monkeys.

Sinbad obeyed the captain and sheathed his sword.

He rushed to the shore of the island, and his companions followed him. Captain Buzurg was the last to leave the ship. He was very sorry to leave his ship to these furry monkeys.

Sinbad and his friends walked slowly forward, not knowing where to go. They walked and talked quietly among themselves. And suddenly Captain Buzurg exclaimed:

Look! Look! Palace!

Sinbad raised his head and saw a tall house with black iron gates.

Perhaps people live in this house. Let's go and find out who his master is, ”he said.

The travelers went faster and soon reached the gate of the house. Sinbad ran into the courtyard first and shouted:

There must have been a feast here recently! Look - cauldrons and pans are hanging on sticks around the brazier and gnawed bones are scattered everywhere. And the coals in the brazier are still hot. Let's sit on this bench for a while - maybe the owner of the house will come out into the yard and call us.

Sinbad and his companions were so tired that they could hardly keep their feet. They sat down, some on a bench, and some directly on the ground, and soon fell asleep, warming themselves in the sun. Sinbad woke up first. He was awakened by a loud noise and hum. A large herd of elephants seemed to be passing somewhere nearby. The earth trembled from someone's heavy steps. It was almost dark now. Sinbad got up from the bench and froze in horror: a man of enormous stature was moving right at him - a real giant, like a tall palm tree. He was all black, his eyes sparkled like burning brands, his mouth was like a hole in a well, and his teeth protruded like the tusks of a wild boar. Ears fell over his shoulders, and his fingernails were wide and sharp, like a lion's. The giant walked slowly, slightly bent over, as if it were difficult for him to carry his head, and sighed heavily. The trees rustled with each breath, and their tops bent to the ground, as in a storm. In the hands of the giant was a huge torch - a whole trunk of a resinous tree.

Sinbad's companions also woke up and lay on the ground half-dead from fear. The giant walked over and bent over them. He looked at each of them for a long time and, having chosen one, raised it like a feather. It was Captain Buzurg - the largest and fattest of Sinbad's companions.

Sinbad drew his sword and rushed to the giant. All his fear passed, and he thought of only one thing: how to snatch Buzurg from the hands of the monster. But the giant kicked Sinbad aside. He lit a fire on a brazier, roasted Captain Buzurg and ate him.

When he had finished eating, the giant stretched out on the ground and snored loudly. Sinbad and his comrades sat on a bench, huddled together and holding their breath.

Sinbad recovered first and, making sure that the giant was fast asleep, jumped up and exclaimed:

It would be better if we drowned in the sea! Are we going to let the giant eat us like sheep?

Let's leave here and look for a place where we could hide from him, - said one of the merchants.

Where do we go? He will find us everywhere, - objected Sinbad. - It will be better if we kill him and then sail away by sea. Maybe some ship will pick us up.

And what will we sail away on, Sinbad? - asked the merchants.

Take a look at these logs stacked near the brazier. They are long and thick, and if you tie them together, a good raft will come out, - said Sinbad. - We will transfer them to the seashore while this cruel cannibal is sleeping, and then we will return here and figure out a way to kill him.

This is a wonderful plan, - said the merchants and began to drag the logs to the seashore and tie them with ropes of palm bark.

By morning the raft was ready, and Sinbad and his comrades returned to the giant's yard. When they arrived, the man-eater was not in the yard. He did not appear until evening.

When it got dark, the earth shook again and there was a rumble and stomp. The giant was close. As on the eve, he slowly approached Sinbad's comrades and bent over them, lighting them with a torch. He chose the fattest merchant, skewered him, fried and ate him. And then he stretched out on the ground and fell asleep.

Another of our companions has died! - exclaimed Sinbad. - But this is the last one. This cruel man will not eat any of us anymore.

What are you up to, Sinbad? the merchants asked him.

Look and do as I tell you! - exclaimed Sinbad.

He grabbed two skewers on which the giant was frying meat, heated them over the fire and held them to the ogre's eyes. Then he made a sign to the merchants, and they all leaned on the spits together. The ogre's eyes went deep into his head, and he went blind.

The cannibal jumped up with a terrible cry and began fumbling around with his hands, trying to catch his enemies. But Sinbad and his comrades scattered away from him and ran to the sea. The giant followed them, continuing to shout loudly. He caught up with the fugitives and overtook them, but never caught anyone. They ran between his legs, dodged his arms and finally reached the seashore, got on the raft and sailed away, rowing like an oar the thin trunk of a young palm tree.

When the ogre heard the impact of the oar on the water, he realized that the prey had left him. He screamed even louder than ever. At his cry, two more giants came running, as terrible as he was. They broke off a huge stone from the rocks and threw it after the fugitives. Lumps of rocks with a terrible noise fell into the water, only slightly hitting the raft. But such waves rose from them that the raft turned over. Sinbad's companions almost did not know how to swim. They immediately choked and went to the bottom. Only Sinbad himself and two younger merchants managed to grab the raft and stay on the surface of the sea.

Sinbad scrambled back onto the raft with difficulty and helped his comrades get out of the water. The waves carried away their oar, and they had to go with the current, slightly guiding the raft with their feet. It was getting brighter. The sun was about to rise. Sinbad's comrades, wet and trembling, sat on the raft and complained loudly. Sinbad stood at the edge of the raft, looking out for the shore or the sail of the ship in the distance. Suddenly he turned to his companions and shouted:

Take courage, my friends Ahmed and Hasan! The land is not far away, and the current carries us straight to the shore. Do you see birds circling there, in the distance, above the water? Their nests are probably close by. After all, birds do not fly far from their chicks.

Ahmed and Hasan cheered up and looked up. Hasan, whose eyes were sharp as a hawk, looked ahead and said:

Your truth, Sinbad. Over there, in the distance, I see an island. Soon the current will bring our raft to it, and we will rest on solid ground.

The exhausted travelers were delighted and began to row harder with their feet to help the flow. If only they knew what awaits them on this island!

Soon the raft washed ashore, and Sinbad with Ahmed and Hasan went ashore. They walked slowly forward, picking up berries and roots from the ground, and saw tall, spreading trees on the bank of the stream. The thick grass beckoned to lie down and rest.

Sinbad threw himself under a tree and immediately fell asleep. He was awakened by a strange sound, as if someone was grinding grain between two huge stones. Sinbad opened his eyes and jumped to his feet. He saw in front of him a huge snake with a wide mouth like a whale. The snake lay calmly on its belly and lazily moved its jaws with a loud crunch. This crunch woke Sinbad up. And from the mouth of the serpent protruded human legs in sandals. Sinbad learned from his sandals that these were Ahmed's feet.

Gradually Ahmed completely disappeared into the belly of the serpent, and the serpent slowly crawled into the forest. When he disappeared, Sinbad looked around and saw that he was left alone.

“Where is Hasan? - thought Sinbad. - Was it really a snake eaten too? "

Hey Hasan, where are you? he shouted.

Sinbad raised his head and saw Hassan, who was sitting huddled in the thick branches of a tree, neither alive nor dead from fear.

Get in here too! - he shouted to Sinbad. Sinbad grabbed several coconuts from the ground and climbed a tree. He had to sit on the top branch, which was very uncomfortable. And Hasan perfectly settled down on a wide branch below.

Sinbad and Hasan sat for many hours in a tree, every minute expecting the appearance of a snake. It began to get dark, night fell, but the monster was not there. Finally, Hassan could not stand it and fell asleep, leaning his back on a tree trunk and dangling his legs. Soon Sinbad dozed off too. When he woke up, it was light and the sun was quite high. Sinbad carefully bent down and looked down. Hassan was no longer on the branch. On the grass, under a tree, his turban gleamed and his worn-out shoes were scattered - all that remained of poor Hasan.

"He, too, was devoured by this terrible snake," thought Sinbad. "Apparently, you can't hide from him in a tree."

Now Sinbad was alone on the island. For a long time he looked for some place to hide from the serpent, but there was not a single rock or cave on the island. Tired of searching, Sinbad sat down on the ground by the sea and began to think how he could be saved.

“If I have escaped from the hands of a man-eater, will I really let myself be eaten by a snake? - he thought. - I am a man, and I have a mind that will help me outwit this monster. "

Suddenly, a huge wave splashed from the sea and threw a thick shipboard ashore. Sinbad saw this board and immediately figured out how to save himself. He grabbed a plank, picked up a few smaller planks on the shore, and carried them into the forest. Choosing a board of a suitable size, Sinbad tied it to his feet with a large piece of palm bark. He tied the same board to his head, and the other two to his body, right and left, so that he ended up as if in a box. And then he lay down on the ground and waited.

Soon there was a crackling of brushwood and a loud hiss. The snake smelled the smell of a man and found its prey. His long head appeared from behind the trees, on which two large eyes shone like torches. He crawled towards Sinbad and opened his mouth wide, sticking out his long forked tongue.

He looked in surprise at the box, from which he smelled so deliciously of a man, and tried to grab it and gnaw it with his teeth, but the strong tree did not give in.

The serpent went around Sinbad from all sides, trying to rip off the wooden shield from him. The shield turned out to be too strong, and the snake only broke off its teeth. In a rage, he began to beat the boards with his tail. The boards shook, but held out. The serpent worked for a long time, but it never made it to Sinbad. Finally he was exhausted and crawled back into the forest, hissing and scattering dry leaves with his tail.

Sinbad quickly untied the boards and jumped to his feet.

Lying between the boards is very inconvenient, but if the snake catches me defenseless, it will devour me, - Sinbad said to himself. - We must flee from the island. I'd rather drown in the sea than perish in the mouth of a serpent, like Ahmed and Hasan.

And Sinbad decided to make himself a raft again. He returned to the sea and began collecting boards. Suddenly he saw the sail of a ship nearby. The ship was getting closer and closer, a fair wind drove it to the shores of the island. Sinbad tore off his shirt and started running along the shore, waving it. He waved his hands, shouted and tried in every possible way to attract attention. Finally the sailors noticed him, and the captain ordered to stop the ship. Sinbad threw himself into the water and reached the ship in several swings. From the sails and the clothes of the sailors, he learned that the ship belonged to his fellow countrymen. Indeed, it was an Arab ship. The captain of the ship has heard many stories about the island where a terrible snake lives, but he never heard that anyone would escape from him.

The sailors greeted Sinbad affectionately, fed and dressed him. The captain ordered to raise the sails, and the ship raced on.

He swam for a long time on the sea and finally swam to some land. The captain stopped the ship at the pier, and all the travelers went ashore to sell and exchange their goods. Only Sinbad had nothing. Sad and sad, he remained on the ship. Soon the captain called him over and said:

I want to do a good deed and help you. We had one traveler with us whom we lost, and I do not know if he is dead or alive. And his goods are still in the hold. Take them and sell them in the market, and I'll give you something for your trouble. And what we cannot sell, we will take to Baghdad and give it to our relatives.

I will gladly do it, - said Sinbad.

And the captain ordered the sailors to take the goods out of the hold. When the last bale was unloaded, the ship's scribe asked the captain:

What are these goods and what is the name of their owner? In whose name should they be written?

Write down in the name of Sinbad the Sailor, who sailed with us on the ship and disappeared, ”the captain replied.

Hearing this, Sinbad almost fainted from surprise and joy.

O lord, - he asked the captain, - do you know the person whose goods you ordered me to sell?

It was a man from the city of Baghdad named Sinbad the Sailor, replied the captain.

I'm Sinbad the Sailor! - shouted Sinbad. - I did not disappear, but fell asleep on the shore, and you did not wait for me and sailed away. It was in my last trip when the Roc bird brought me to the diamond valley.

The sailors heard Sinbad's words and surrounded him in a crowd. Some believed him, others called him a liar. And suddenly a merchant, who was also sailing on this ship, approached the captain and said:

Do you remember I told you how I was on the diamond mountain and threw a piece of meat into the valley, and a man clung to the meat, and the eagle brought it up the mountain along with the meat? You didn't believe me and said that I was lying. Here is a man who became attached with a turban to my piece of meat. He gave me such diamonds, which cannot be better, and said that his name was Sinbad the Sailor.

Then the captain hugged Sinbad and said to him:

Take your goods. Now I believe that you are Sinbad the Sailor. Sell \u200b\u200bthem as soon as possible before the market runs out of business.

Sinbad sold his goods at great profit and returned to Baghdad on the same ship. He was very pleased that he had returned home and was determined never to travel again.

Fourth journey

But a little time passed, and Sinbad again wanted to visit foreign countries. He bought the most expensive goods, went to Basra, hired a good ship, and sailed towards India.
The first days everything went well, but one day in the morning a storm arose. Sinbad's ship began to throw over the waves like a splinter. The captain ordered to drop anchor in a shallow place to wait out the storm. But before the ship had time to stop, the anchor chains burst, and the ship was carried straight to the shore. The sails on the ship broke, waves flooded the deck and carried all the merchants and sailors out to sea.
The unfortunate travelers, like stones, went to the bottom. Only Sinbad and a few other merchants grabbed a piece of the board and stayed on the surface of the sea.
All day and all night they rushed about the sea, and in the morning the waves threw them onto the rocky shore.
The travelers lay barely alive on the ground. Only when the day passed, and after it the night, did they come to their senses a little.
Shivering from the cold, Sindyad and his friends walked along the beach, hoping that they would meet people who would give them shelter and food. They walked for a long time and finally saw in the distance a tall building, like a palace. Sinbad was very happy and walked faster. But as soon as the travelers approached this building, they were surrounded by a crowd of people. These people seized them and took them to their king, and the king made a sign to them to sit down. When they sat down, bowls of some kind of outlandish food were placed in front of them. Neither Sinbad, nor his fellow merchants had ever eaten this. Sinbad's companions eagerly pounced on the food and ate everything that was in the bowls. Sinbad alone hardly touched the food, but only tasted it.
And the king of this city was a cannibal. His entourage caught all foreigners who entered their country and fed them with this dish. Anyone who ate it gradually lost his mind and became like an animal. After feeding the stranger, the king's associates killed him, fried and ate him. And the king ate people right raw.
The same fate awaited Sinbad's friends. Every day they ate a lot of this food, and their whole body was swollen with fat. They ceased to understand what was being done to them - they only ate and slept. They were given to the shepherd like pigs; every day the shepherd drove them out of the city and fed them from large troughs.
Sinbad did not eat this food, and he was not given another. He picked roots and berries in the meadows and somehow ate them. His whole body was dry, he was weak and could hardly stand on his feet. Seeing that Sinbad was so weak and skinny, the tsar's associates decided that he did not need to be guarded - he would not run away anyway - and soon forgot about him.
And Sinbad only dreamed of how to escape from the cannibals. One morning, when everyone was still asleep, he left the palace gates and went wherever they looked. Soon he came to a green meadow and saw a man sitting on a large stone. It was a shepherd. He had just driven the merchants, Sinbad's friends, out of town and placed a trough of food in front of them. Seeing Sinbad, the shepherd immediately realized that Sinbad was healthy and in control of his mind. He signaled to him with his hand: "Come here!" - and when Sinbad approached, he said to him:
- Follow this path, and when you reach the crossroads, turn right and go out onto the Sultan's road. She will lead you out of the land of our king, and you, perhaps, will get to your homeland.
Sinbad thanked the shepherd and went. He tried to walk as quickly as possible and soon saw the road to his right. For seven days and seven nights, Sinbad walked along this road, eating roots and berries. Finally, on the eighth day in the morning, he saw a crowd of people not far from him and approached them. People surrounded him and began to ask who he was and where he had come from. Sinbad told them everything that had happened to him, and he was taken to the king of that country. The king ordered to feed Sinbad and also asked him where he came from and what happened to him. When Sinbad told the king about his adventures, the king was very surprised and exclaimed:
- I have never heard a more amazing story in my life! Welcome, foreigner! Stay live in my city.
Sinbad stayed in the city of this king, whose name was Taiga-mus. The king fell in love with Sinbad very much and soon got so used to him that he did not let him go from himself for a minute. He showed Sinbad all sorts of favors and fulfilled all his desires.
And then one afternoon, when all the tsar's entourage, except Sinbad, went home, King Taigamus said to Sinbad:
- Oh Sinbad, you have become dearer to me than all my entourage, and I cannot part with you. I have a big request for you. Promise me that you will fulfill it.
“Tell me what your request is,” Sinbad replied. “You were kind to me, and I cannot disobey you.
- Stay with us forever, - said the king. - I will find you a good wife, and you will be in my city no worse than in Baghdad.
Hearing the words of the king, Sinbad was very upset. He still hoped to return to Baghdad someday, but now he had to give up hope. After all, Sinbad could not refuse the king!
“Let it be your way, O king,” he said. “I will stay here forever.
The tsar immediately ordered a room in the palace to be assigned to Sinbad and married him to the daughter of his vizier.
For several more years, Sinbad lived in the city of King Taigamus and gradually began to forget Baghdad. He made friends among the inhabitants of the city, everyone loved and respected him.
And then one early morning one of his friends named Abu-Mansur came to him. His clothes were torn and the turban slid to one side; he wrung his hands and sobbed bitterly.
- What's the matter with you, Abu-Mansur? - asked Sinbad.
“My wife died last night,” his friend replied.
Sinbad began to console him, but Abu-Mansur continued to cry bitterly, hitting his chest with his hands.
- O Abu-Mansur, - said Sinbad, - what is the use of killing yourself like that? Time will pass and you will be comforted. You are still young and will live a long time.
And suddenly Abu-Mansur wept even harder and exclaimed:
- How do you say that I will live a long time when I have only one day left to live! Tomorrow you will lose me and you will never see me again.
- Why? - asked Sinbad. - You are healthy, and you are not in danger of death.
“Tomorrow they will bury my wife, and they will also lower me into the grave with her,” said Abu-Mansur. “In our country there is such a custom: when a woman dies, her husband is buried alive with her, and when a man dies, he is buried with him. wife.
"This is a very bad custom," thought Sinbad. "It's good that I'm a foreigner and they won't bury me alive."
He tried his best to comfort Abu-Mansur and promised that he would ask the king to save him from such a terrible death. But when Sinbad came to the king and expressed his request to him, the king shook his head and said:
- Ask about what you want, Sinbad, but not about that. I cannot break the custom of my ancestors. Tomorrow your friend will be lowered into the grave.
- O king, - asked Sinbad, - and if a foreigner's wife dies, her husband will also be buried with her?
- Yes, - answered the king. - But do not worry about yourself. Your wife is still too young and probably won't die before you.
When Sinbad heard these words, he was very upset and frightened. Sad, he returned to his home and from that time on all the time thought about one thing - how would his wife not fall ill with a fatal disease. A little time passed, and what he feared happened. His wife became seriously ill and died a few days later.
The king and all the inhabitants of the city came, according to custom, to console Sinbad. They put her best jewelry on his wife, put her body on a stretcher and carried her to a high mountain not far from the city. A deep hole was dug at the top of the mountain, covered with a heavy stone. The stretcher with the body of Sinbad's wife was tied with ropes and, lifting a stone, was lowered into the grave. And then King Taigamus and Sinbad's friends approached him and began to say goodbye to him. Poor Sinbad realized that the hour of his death had come. He started to run shouting:
“I’m a foreigner and should not obey your customs! I don't want to die in this pit!
But no matter how Sinbad fought back, he was nevertheless led to a terrible pit. They gave him a jug of water and seven bread cakes and, tying them with ropes, they lowered him into the pit. And then the pit was filled up with a stone, and the king and everyone who was with him went back to the city.
Poor Sinbad found himself in a grave, among the dead. At first he could see nothing, but as his eyes adjusted to the darkness, he noticed that a faint light was passing into the grave from above. The stone that covered the entrance to the grave did not fit tightly to its edges, and a thin ray of sun made its way into the cave.
The whole cave was full of dead men and women. They wore their finest dresses and jewelry. Despair and grief seized Sinbad.
"Now I can't be saved," he thought. "No one can get out of this grave."
A few hours later, the sunbeam that illuminated the cave went out, and it became completely dark around Sinbad. Sinbad was very hungry. He ate a cake, drank water and fell asleep right on the ground, among the dead.
Day, another, and after it and the third, Sinbad spent in a terrible cave. He tried to eat as little as possible so that there would be enough food for a longer period, but on the third day in the evening he swallowed the last piece of the cake and washed it down with the last gulp of water. Now he could only wait for death.
Sinbad spread his cloak on the ground and lay down. He lay awake all night, remembering his native Baghdad, friends and acquaintances. Only in the morning his eyes closed, and he fell asleep.
He woke up from a faint rustle: someone with grunts and snorts scraped the stone walls of the cave with their claws. Sinbad jumped to his feet and walked in the direction of the noise. Someone ran past him, pounding paws.
“This is probably some wild animal,” thought Sinbad. “Sensing a man, he got scared and ran away. But how did he get into the cave? "
Sinbad rushed after the beast and soon saw a light in the distance, which became brighter the closer Sinbad approached him. Soon Sinbad found himself in front of a large opening. Sinbad went out through the hole and found himself on the side of the mountain. Sea waves crashed against its foot with a roar.
Sinbad felt joyful in his soul, he again had the hope of salvation.
“After all, ships are passing by this place,” he thought. “Maybe some ship will pick me up. And even if I die here, it will be better than perishing in this cave full of the dead. "
Sinbad sat a little on a rock at the cave entrance, enjoying the fresh morning air. He began to think about his return to Baghdad, to his friends and acquaintances, and he felt sad that he would return to them ruined, without a single dirham. And suddenly he slapped his forehead with his hand and said loudly:
- I grieve that I will return to Baghdad beggars, and not far from me lies such riches that are not in the treasuries of the Persian kings! The cave is full of the dead, men and women, who have been lowered into it for many hundreds of years. And together with them they lower their best jewels into the grave. These jewels will go to waste in the cave without any use. If I take some of them for myself, no one will suffer from this.
Sinbad immediately returned to the cave and began to collect the rings, necklaces, earrings and bracelets that were scattered on the ground. He tied it all in his cloak and carried the bundle of jewels out of the cave. He spent several days on the seashore, feeding on grass, fruits, roots and berries, which he collected in the forest on the mountainside, and from morning till evening looked at the sea. Finally he saw in the distance, on the waves, a ship heading in his direction.
In an instant, Sinbad tore off his shirt, tied it to a thick stick and began to run along the shore, waving it in the air. The watchman, sitting on the mast of the ship, noticed his signs, and the captain ordered to stop the ship not far from the coast. Without waiting for a boat to be sent for him, Sinbad threw himself into the water and reached the ship in a few swings. A minute later, he was already standing on the deck, surrounded by sailors, and telling his story. He learned from the sailors that their ship was sailing from India to Basra. The captain willingly agreed to take Sinbad to this city and took from him in payment only one precious stone, though the largest.
After a month of travel, the ship safely reached Basra. From there Sinbad the Sailor set off for Baghdad. He put the jewels he had brought with him in the pantry, and again healed in his house, happy and joyful.
Thus ended Sinbad's fourth journey.

Fifth journey

A little time passed, and again Sinbad got bored of living in his beautiful home in the City of Peace. Anyone who has ever sailed on the sea, who is used to falling asleep under the howl and whistle of the wind, cannot sit on solid ground.
And then one day he had to go on business to Basra, from where he began his travels more than once. He again saw this rich, cheerful city, where the sky is always so blue and the sun shines so brightly, saw ships with high masts and multi-colored sails, heard the screams of sailors unloading outlandish overseas goods from their holds, and he so wanted to travel that he immediately decided get ready for the journey.
Ten days later, Sinbad was already sailing across the sea in a large, sturdy ship loaded with goods. Several other merchants were with him, and the ship was driven by an old experienced captain with a large crew of sailors.
For two days and two nights, Sinbad's ship sailed in the open sea, and on the third day, when the sun stood just over the heads of the travelers, a small rocky island appeared in the distance. The captain ordered to go to this island, and when the ship approached its shores, everyone saw that in the middle of the island rises a huge dome, white and sparkling, with a sharp top. Sinbad at that time was sleeping on the deck in the shade of the sail.
- Hey, captain! Stop the ship! - shouted the companions of Sinbad.
The captain ordered to drop the anchor, and all the merchants and sailors jumped ashore. When the ship anchored, the jolt woke Sinbad up and he walked out to the middle of the deck to see why the ship had stopped. And suddenly he saw that all the merchants and sailors were standing around the huge white dome and trying to break through it with crowbars and hooks.
- Do not do that! You will perish! - shouted Sinbad. He immediately realized that this dome is the egg of the bird Rukh, the same as the one he had seen on his first journey. If the Rukh bird arrives and sees that it has been broken, all sailors and merchants cannot escape death.
But Sinbad's comrades did not obey him and began to beat him in the egg even more. Finally the shell cracked. Water poured out of the egg. Then a long beak appeared from it, behind it - the head and legs: there was a chick in the egg. If the egg hadn't been broken, it probably would have hatched soon.
The sailors grabbed the chick, roasted it and began to eat. Only Sinbad didn't touch his meat. He ran around his comrades and shouted:
- Finish soon, otherwise Rukhh will come and kill you!
And suddenly a loud whistle and deafening flapping of wings was heard in the air. The merchants looked up and rushed to the ship. The Rukh bird flew right over their heads. Two huge snakes wriggled in her claws. Seeing that her egg was broken, the Rukh bird screamed so that people fell to the ground with fear and buried their heads in the sand. The bird released its prey from its claws, circled in the air and disappeared from sight. The merchants and sailors got to their feet and ran to the sea. They raised anchor, lowered their sails and sailed as quickly as possible to escape from the terrible bird Rukh.
The monstrous bird was not to be seen, and the travelers were already beginning to calm down, but suddenly again the flapping of wings was heard, and the bird Rukh appeared in the distance, but not alone. Another bird of the same kind flew with her, even more and more terrible than the first. It was Rukh the male. Each bird carried a huge stone in its claws - a whole rock.
Sinbad's comrades ran across the deck, not knowing where to hide from the angry birds. Some lay down on the deck, others hid behind the masts, and the captain stood motionless in place, his hands raised to the sky. He was so scared that he could not move.
Suddenly there was a terrible blow, like a shot from the largest cannon, and waves came over the sea. It was one of the birds who threw a stone, but missed. Seeing this, the second Rukh shouted loudly and released his stone from its claws just above the ship. The stone fell to the stern. The ship cracked plaintively, heeled, straightened up again, thrown by the wave, and began to sink. Waves flooded the deck and carried away all the merchants and sailors. Only Sinbad was saved. He grabbed the plank of the ship with his hand and, when the waves subsided, climbed onto it.
For two days and three nights Sinbad rushed across the sea, and finally on the third day the waves washed him down to an unknown land. Sinbad climbed ashore and looked around. It seemed to him that he was not on an island, in the middle of the sea, but at home, in Baghdad, in his wonderful garden. His feet stepped on the soft green grass dotted with variegated flowers. The tree branches bent from the weight of the fruit. Round sparkling oranges, fragrant lemons, pomegranates, pears, apples seemed to be in your mouth. Small motley birds circled in the air with loud chirping. Near the fast streams, sparkling like silver, gazelles jumped and played. They were not afraid of Sinbad, because they had never seen people and did not know that they should be feared.
Sinbad was so tired that he could hardly stand on his feet. He drank water from a stream, lay down under a tree and plucked a large apple from a branch, but did not even have time to bite off a piece from it, and fell asleep, holding the apple in his hand.
When he woke up, the sun was high again and the birds chirped in the trees just as cheerfully: Sinbad slept all day and all night. Only now did he feel how hungry he was, and eagerly pounced on the fruit.
After refreshing himself a little, he got up and walked along the shore. He wanted to explore this wonderful land, and he hoped to meet people who would lead him to some city.
Sinbad walked along the shore for a long time, but did not see a single person. Finally he decided to take a little rest and turned into a small forest, where it was cooler.
And suddenly he sees: under a tree, by the stream, a small man with a long wavy gray beard, dressed in a shirt of leaves and belted with grass, is sitting. This old man was sitting by the water's edge, legs crossed, and looked piteously at Sinbad.
- Peace be with you, old man! - said Sinbad. - Who are you and what is this island? Why are you sitting alone by this brook?
The old man did not answer a single word to Sinbad, but showed him with signs: "Carry me across the stream."
Sinbad thought: “If I carry him across the stream, there will be nothing bad for me, and it never prevents me from doing a good deed. Maybe the old man will show me how to find people on the island who will help me get to Baghdad. "
And he went up to the old man, put him on his shoulders and carried him across the stream.
On the other side of the river, Sinbad knelt down and said to the old man:
- Get off, we have already arrived.
But the old man only clung tighter to him and wrapped his legs around his neck.
- How long will you sit on my shoulders, nasty old man? - shouted Sinbad and wanted to throw the old man to the ground.
And suddenly the old man laughed loudly and squeezed Sinbad's neck with his legs so that he almost suffocated.
- Woe to me! - exclaimed Sinbad. - I ran away from the cannibal, outwitted the snake and made Rukh carry me, and now I myself have to carry this nasty old man! As soon as he falls asleep, I will drown him in the sea at once! And not long to wait until evening.
But evening came, and the old man did not even think to get off Sinbad's neck. He fell asleep on his shoulders and only slightly unclenched his legs. And when Sinbad tried to quietly push him off his back, the old man grumbled in his sleep and painfully hit Sinbad with his heels. His legs were thin and long, like whips.
And the unfortunate Sinbad turned into a pack camel.
For days he had to run with the old man on his back from one tree to another and from stream to stream. If he walked quieter, the old man brutally kicked him on the sides and squeezed his neck with his knees.
A long time passed in this way - a month or more. And then one day at noon, when the sun was especially hot, the old man fell asleep on the shoulders of Sinbad, and Sinbad decided to rest somewhere under a tree. He began to look for a shady place and went out into a clearing in which many large pumpkins grew; some of them were dry. Sinbad was very happy when he saw the pumpkins.
"They'll probably come in handy for me," he thought. "Maybe they'll even help me get this cruel old man off me."
He immediately picked out a few larger gourds and hollowed them out with a sharp stick. Then he picked the ripeest grapes, filled them with pumpkins and tightly corked them with leaves. He put the pumpkins in the sun and left the clearing, dragging the old man on him. For three days he did not return to the clearing. On the fourth day, Sinbad again came to his pumpkins (the old man, like that time, slept on his shoulders) and took out the corks with which he plugged the pumpkins. A strong smell hit his nose: the grapes began to ferment and its juice turned into wine. This was all that Sinbad needed. He carefully took out the grapes and squeezed the juice out of them directly into the pumpkins, and then resealed them and put them in the shade. Now he had to wait for the old man to wake up.
Never did Sinbad want him to wake up sooner. Finally the old man began to fidget on Sinbad's shoulders and kicked him. Then Sinbad took the largest pumpkin, uncorked it and drank a little.
The wine was strong and sweet. Sinbad clicked his tongue with pleasure and began to dance in one place, shaking the old man. And the old man saw that Sinbad had drunk something tasty, and he also wanted to try. “Give to me too,” he gestured to Sinbad.

Sinbad gave him a pumpkin, and the old man drank all the juice from it in one go. He had never tasted wine before and loved it. Soon he began to sing and laugh, clapped his hands and banged his fist on Sinbad's neck.
But then the old man began to sing more and more quietly and finally fell fast asleep, hanging his head on his chest. His legs gradually unclenched, and Sinbad easily threw him off his back. How pleasant it seemed to Sinbad to finally straighten his shoulders and straighten up!
Sinbad left the old man and wandered around the island all day. He lived on the island for many more days and kept walking along the seashore, looking out for a sail somewhere. Finally, he saw in the distance a large ship approaching the island. Sinbad screamed with joy and began to run up and down and wave his arms, and when the ship came closer, Sinbad rushed to the water and swam towards him. The captain of the ship noticed Sinbad and ordered his ship to be stopped. Sinbad, like a cat, climbed aboard and at first could not say a single word, only hugged the captain and the sailors and cried with joy. The sailors spoke loudly among themselves, but Sinbad did not understand them. There was not a single Arab among them, and none of them spoke Arabic. They fed and dressed Sinbad and gave him a place in their cabin. And Sinbad rode with them for many days and nights, until the ship landed in a city.
It was a large city with tall white houses and wide streets. On all sides it was surrounded by steep mountains overgrown with dense forest.
Sinbad went ashore and went to wander around the city.
The streets and squares were full of people; all the people who met Sinbad were black, with white teeth and red lips. The main city market was located on a large square. There were many shops in which merchants from all countries - Persians, Indians, Franks *, Turks, Chinese, traded, praising their goods.
Sinbad stood in the middle of the market and looked around. And suddenly a man in a dressing gown, with a large white turban on his head, walked past him and stopped at a coppersmith's shop. Sinbad looked closely at him and said to himself:
“This man has exactly the same robe as my friend Hadji Mohammed from Red Street, and his turban is rolled up in our way. I will go to him and ask if he is from Baghdad. "
And the man in the turban, meanwhile, chose a large shiny basin and a jug with a long narrow neck, gave two gold dinars for them to the coppersmith and went back. When he caught up with Sinbad, he bowed deeply to him and said:
- Peace be with you, worthy merchant! Tell me where you come from - isn't it from Baghdad, the City of the World?
- Hello, fellow countryman! - the merchant happily replied. - By the way you speak, I immediately recognized that you are Baghdad. I have been living in this city for ten years and have never heard Arabic speech to this day. Come to me and talk about Baghdad, about its gardens and squares.
The merchant hugged Sinbad tightly and pressed him to his chest. He took Sinbad to his home, gave him drink and food, and until evening they talked about Baghdad and its wonders. It was so pleasant for Sinbad to remember his homeland that he did not even ask the Baghdad man what his name is and what is the name of the city in which he is now located. And when it got dark, the Baghdadi said to Sinbad:
- O fellow countryman, I want to save your life and make you rich. Listen to me carefully and do whatever I tell you. Know that this city is called the City of the Blacks and all its inhabitants are zinji *. They live in their houses only during the day, and in the evening they get into boats and go to sea. As soon as night falls, monkeys come to the city from the forest and if they meet people on the street, they kill them. And in the morning the monkeys leave again, and the zinji return. Soon it will be completely dark and the monkeys will come to the city. Get into the boat with me and we'll go, otherwise the monkeys will kill you.
- Thank you, fellow countryman! - exclaimed Sinbad. - Tell me what is your name so that I know who has shown me mercy.
- My name is Mansur Flatnose, - answered the Baghdad man. - Let's go quickly, if you don't want to fall into the clutches of monkeys.
Sinbad and Mansur left the house and went to the sea. All the streets were full of people. Men, women and children ran to the pier, hurrying, stumbling and falling.
Arriving at the harbor, Mansur untied his boat and jumped into it with Sinbad. They drove a little from the coast, and Mansour said:
- Now the monkeys will enter the city. Look!
And suddenly the mountains surrounding the City of the Blacks were covered with moving lights. The lights rolled from top to bottom and got bigger and bigger. Finally, they came very close to the city, and monkeys appeared in a large square, carrying torches in their forepaws, illuminating the path.
The monkeys scattered about the market, sat in the shops and began to trade. Some were selling, others were buying. In taverns, monkey chefs roasted rams, boiled rice and baked bread. The buyers, also monkeys, tried on clothes, chose dishes, materials, quarreled and fought among themselves. This continued until dawn; when the sky in the east began to brighten, the monkeys lined up and left the city, and the inhabitants returned to their homes.
Mansur Flatnose brought Sinbad to his home and said to him:
- I have been living in the City of the Blacks for a long time and longed for my homeland. Soon you and I will go to Baghdad, but first you need to make more money so that you will not be ashamed to return home. Listen to what I tell you. The mountains around the Black City are covered with forest. There are many palms in this forest with wonderful coconuts. The Zinji love these nuts very much and are ready to give a lot of gold and precious stones for each of them. But the palm trees in the forest are so tall that no man can get the nuts, and no one knows how to get them. And I will teach you. Tomorrow we will go to the forest, and you will return from there rich.
The next morning, as soon as the monkeys left the city, Mansur brought out two large heavy sacks from the pantry, put one of them on his shoulders, and ordered the other to carry Sinbad and said:
“Follow me and see what I do. Do the same, and you will have more nuts than any of the inhabitants of this city.
Sinbad and Mansur went into the forest and walked for a very long time, an hour or two. Finally they stopped in front of a large palm grove. There were many monkeys here. Seeing the people, they climbed the treetops, grinning fiercely and grumbling loudly. Sinbad was frightened at first and wanted to run away, but Mansur stopped him and said:
- Untie your sack and see what's in there. Sinbad untied the sack and saw that it was full of round,
smooth pebbles - naked. Mansour also untied his sack, took out a handful of pebbles and threw them at the monkeys. The monkeys screamed even louder, began jumping from one palm to another, trying to hide from the stones. But wherever they ran, the stones of Mansur reached them everywhere. Then the monkeys began to pick nuts from the palms and throw them at Sinbad and Mansur. Mansur and Sinbad ran between the palms, lay down, crouched, hid behind the trunks, and only one or two nuts thrown by the monkeys hit the target.
Soon all the ground around them was covered with large, selective nuts. When there were no more stones left in the bags, Mansur and Sinbad filled them with nuts and returned to the city. They sold the nuts in the market and received so much gold and jewelry for them that they barely brought them home.
The next day they went to the forest again and again took the same number of nuts. So they went to the forest for ten days.
Finally, when all the pantries in Mansour's house were full and there was nowhere to put the gold, Mansur told Sinbad:
“Now we can hire a ship and go to Baghdad.
They went to the sea, chose the largest ship, filled its hold with gold and jewels, and set sail. This time the wind was fair, and no trouble stopped them.
They arrived in Basra, hired a caravan of camels, loaded them with jewels and set off for Baghdad.
His wife and family greeted Sinbad with joy. Sinbad distributed a lot of gold and precious stones to his friends and acquaintances and lived quietly in his house. Again, as before, merchants began to come to him and listen to stories about what he had seen and experienced during the journey.
Thus ended Sinbad's fifth journey.

Sixth journey

But a little time passed, and Sinbad again wanted to go to foreign countries. Sinbad quickly packed up and went to Basra. Again he chose a good ship for himself, recruited a crew of sailors and set off.
For twenty days and twenty nights, his ship sailed, driven by a favorable wind. And on the twenty-first day, a storm arose and it began to rain heavily, from which the packs of goods piled on the deck got wet. The ship began tossing from side to side like a feather. Sinbad and his companions were very frightened. They approached the captain and asked him:
- O captain, tell us where we are and how far is the land?
The captain of the ship tightened his belt, climbed onto the mast and looked in all directions. And suddenly he quickly descended from the mast, tore off his turban and began to scream and cry loudly.
- O captain, what's the matter? - asked him Sinbad.
“Know,” the captain replied, “that our last hour has come. The wind drove our ship away and threw it into an unknown sea. To every ship that reaches this sea, a fish comes out of the water and swallows it with everything that is on it.
Before he had time to finish these words, Sinbad's ship began to rise and fall on the waves, and the travelers heard a terrible roar. And suddenly a fish swam up to the ship, like a high mountain, and behind it another, even larger than the first, and the third - so huge that the other two seemed tiny in front of her, and Sinbad ceased to understand what was happening and prepared to die.
And the third fish opened its mouth to swallow the ship and everyone who was on it, but suddenly a strong wind rose, the ship was lifted by a wave, and it rushed forward. For a long time the ship rushed, driven by the wind, and finally hit the rocky coast and crashed. All sailors and merchants fell into the water and drowned. Only Sinbad managed to catch hold of a rock sticking out of the water near the shore and get out onto land.
He looked around and saw that he was on an island where there were many trees, birds and flowers. For a long time Sinbad wandered around the island in search of fresh water and finally saw a small stream flowing through a clearing overgrown with thick grass. Sinbad drank water from a stream and ate roots. After resting a little, he walked along the stream, and the stream led him to a large river, fast and stormy. On the banks of the river there were tall, spreading trees - tek, aloe and sandalwood.
Sinbad lay down under a tree and fell fast asleep. Waking up, he refreshed himself a little with fruits and roots, then went to the river and stood on the bank, looking at its rapid flow.
“This river,” he said to himself, “must have a beginning and an end. If I make a small raft and float on it down the river, the water may take me to some city.
He picked up thick twigs and branches under the trees and tied them, and on top he put several boards - the wreckage of ships that had crashed near the shore. This makes a great raft. Sinbad pushed the raft into the river, stood on it and swam. The current quickly carried the raft, and soon Sinbad saw a high mountain in front of him, in which the water broke through a narrow passage. Sinbad wanted to stop the raft or turn it back, but the water was stronger than him and pulled the raft downhill. At first it was still light under the mountain, but the further the current carried the raft, the darker it became. Finally, deep darkness fell. Suddenly Sinbad painfully hit his head on a stone. The passage was getting lower and closer, and the raft rubbed its sides against the walls of the mountain. Soon Sinbad had to kneel down, then on all fours: the raft barely moved forward.
“What if he stops? - thought Sinbad. - Then what will I do under this dark mountain? "
Sinbad did not feel that the current was pushing the raft forward.
He lay down on the boards face down and closed his eyes - it seemed to him that the walls of the mountain were about to crush him along with his raft.
He lay there for a long time, expecting death every minute, and finally fell asleep, weakened from excitement and fatigue.
When he woke up, it was light and the raft stood motionless. He was tied to a long stick stuck in the bottom of the river near the bank. A crowd of people stood on the shore. They pointed fingers at Sinbad and spoke loudly to each other in some incomprehensible language.
Seeing that Sinbad woke up, the people on the shore parted, and a tall old man with a long gray beard, dressed in an expensive robe, emerged from the crowd. He cordially said something to Sinbad, stretching out his hand to him, but Sinbad shook his head several times as a sign that he did not understand, and said:
- What kind of people are you and what is the name of your country?
Then everyone on the shore shouted: "Arab, Arab!", And another old man, dressed even more smartly than the first, came almost to the water itself and said to Sinbad in pure Arabic:
- Peace be with you, stranger! Who will you be and where did you come from? For what reason did you come to us and how did you find your way?
- And who are you yourself and what kind of land is this?
“O my brother,” the old man replied, “we are peaceful landowners. We came to fetch water to water our crops, and saw that you were sleeping on the raft, and then we caught your raft and tied it at our shore. Tell me where are you from and why did you come to us?
- O sir, - answered Sinbad, - I beg you, give me something to eat and give me a drink, and then ask what you want.
“Come with me to my house,” said the old man.
He took Sinbad to his home, fed him, and Sinbad lived with him for several days. And then one morning the old man said to him:
- Oh my brother, would you like to go with me to the river bank and sell your goods?
"And what is my product?" - thought Sinbad, but nevertheless decided to go with the old man to the river.
“We’ll take your goods to the market,” the old man continued, “and if they give you a good price for it, you will sell it, and if not, you will keep it for yourself.
- Okay, - said Sinbad and followed the old man.
Arriving at the river bank, he looked at the place where his raft was tied, and saw that the raft was not.
- Where is my raft on which I sailed to you? he asked the old man.
- Here, - the old man answered and pointed with his finger at a heap of sticks heaped on the shore. - This is your product, and there is nothing more expensive than it in our countries. Know that your raft was bound from pieces of precious wood.
- But how can I return from here to my homeland in Baghdad, if I do not have a raft? - said Sinbad. - No, I will not sell it.
“O my friend,” said the old man, “forget about Baghdad and your homeland. We cannot let you go. If you return to your country, you will tell people about our land, and they will come and conquer us. Do not think about leaving. Live with us and be our guest until you die, and we will sell your raft in the market, and they will give you enough food for it that you will have enough for a lifetime.
And poor Sinbad was a prisoner on the island. He sold in the market the branches from which his raft was tied, and received many precious goods for them. But this did not please Sinbad. He only thought about how to return to his homeland.
He spent many days in the city on an island with an old man; he made many friends among the inhabitants of the island. And then one day Sinbad went out for a walk and saw that the city streets were empty. He did not meet a single man - only children and women came across him on the road.
Sinbad stopped one boy and asked him:
- Where have all the men who live in the city gone? Or are you at war?
- No, - answered the boy, - we are not at war. Don't you know that all the big men on our island grow wings every year and fly off the island? And after six days they return, and their wings fall off.
Indeed, after six days all the men returned again, and life in the city went on as before.
Sinbad also really wanted to fly through the air. When eleven more months passed, Sinbad decided to ask one of his friends to take him with them. But no matter how much he asked, no one agreed. Only his best friend, a coppersmith from the main city market, finally decided to fulfill Sinbad's request and told him:
- At the end of this month, come to the mountain near the city gate. I will wait for you by this mountain and take you with me.
On the appointed day, Sinbad came to the mountain early in the morning. The coppersmith was already waiting for him there. Instead of arms, it had broad wings of shiny white feathers.
He ordered Sinbad to sit on his back and said:
- Now I will fly with you over lands, mountains and seas. But remember the condition that I will tell you: while we are flying, be silent and do not say a single word. If you open your mouth, we will both die.
- Okay, - said Sinbad. - I will be silent.
He climbed onto the shoulders of the coppersmith, and he spread his wings and flew high into the air. He flew for a long time, rising higher and higher, and the earth below seemed to Sinbad no more than a cup thrown into the sea.
And Sinbad could not resist and exclaimed:
- What a miracle!
Before he had time to utter these words, the wings of the bird-man hung limply and he began to slowly fall down.
Fortunately for Sinbad, they were just flying over some big river at that time. Therefore, Sinbad did not crash, but only hurt himself on the water. But the coppersmith, his friend, had a bad time. The feathers on his wings got wet, and he sank like a stone.
Sinbad managed to swim to the coast and go ashore. He took off his wet clothes, wrung them out and looked around, not knowing where on the ground he was. And suddenly, from behind a stone lying on the road, a snake crawled out, holding a man with a long gray beard in its mouth. This man waved his hands and shouted loudly:
- Save! To the one who saves me, I will give half of my wealth!
Without thinking twice, Sinbad raised a heavy stone from the ground and threw it at the snake. The stone cut the snake in half, and it released its victim from its mouth. The man ran up to Sinbad and exclaimed, crying with joy:
“Who are you, good stranger? Tell me what is your name so that my children know who saved their father.
- My name is Sinbad the Sailor, - answered Sinbad. - And you? What is your name and what land are we in?
“My name is Hasan the jeweler,” the man replied. “We are in the land of Egypt, not far from the glorious city of Cairo, and this river is the Nile. Come to my house, I want to reward you for your good deed. I will give you half of my goods and money, which is a lot, since I have been trading in the main market for fifty years and have been the foreman of the Cairo merchants for a long time.
Khasan the jeweler kept his word and gave Sinbad half of his money and goods. Other jewelers also wanted to reward Sinbad for saving their foreman, and Sinbad had as much money and jewelry as he had never had before. He bought the finest Egyptian goods, loaded all his wealth on camels and left Cairo for Baghdad.
After a long journey, he returned to his hometown, where they no longer hoped to see him alive.
Sinbad's wife and friends calculated how many years he traveled, and it turned out - twenty-seven years.
“Enough for you to travel to foreign countries,” his wife said to Sinbad. “Stay with us and do not leave again.
Everyone tried to persuade Sinbad that he finally agreed and took an oath not to travel anymore. For a long time, the Baghdad merchants went to him to listen to stories about his amazing adventures, and he lived happily until death came to him.
Here is everything that has come down to us about the travels of Sinbad the Sailor.

Seventh journey

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

And my soul 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 took 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 got on a 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 fun and talked to each other about travel and trade.

And when this was so, suddenly a gusty wind blew from the bow of the ship and it started to rain heavily, 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 scatter the one that befell us. trouble. And the captain of the ship got up and, tightening his belt, picked up the floors and climbed onto the mast and looked left and right, 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 because of 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 climbed down from 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 it out of the chest. a little book and read it and told us: “Know, O travelers, that in this book there are amazing things that indicate that anyone who reaches this earth will not be saved, but will perish. This land is called the Climate of the Kings, and in it is the tomb of our lord Suleiman, the son of Daoud (peace be with them both!). 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 frightened of it, and we began to cry about ourselves with a strong cry, and prepared to die, and looked at the fish, marveling at its terrifying appearance. And suddenly another fish swam up to us, but we didn’t see a fish larger and larger than it, and we began to say goodbye to each other, crying for 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 a board made of ship 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 the greatest 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 ... "

Five hundred sixty fourth night

When the five hundred and sixty-fourth night came, she said: “It came to me, O happy king, that when Sinbad the sailor began to sink into the sea, he sat astride a wooden plank and said to himself:“ I deserve everything that it happens to me, and it was predetermined for me 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 reason,” Sinbad said, “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 my chest straightened.

And then I walked around the island and saw a large stream of fresh water at the opposite end of it, but the current of this stream was strong. And I remembered the boat on which I rode before, and said to myself: “I will certainly make myself the same boat, maybe I will be saved from this business. 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 began to gather the branches of the trees of an expensive sandalwood, the likes of which could not be found (and I did not know what it was); and having gathered these twigs, I got hold of branches and grass that grew on the island, and, twisting them like ropes, tied them to my boat and said to myself: "If I escape, it will be from Allah!"

And I got into a boat and rode along the canal and reached the other end of the island, and then I moved away from it and, leaving the island, sailed on the first day and the second day and the third day. And I kept lying 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 boat sailed with me to a high mountain, under which a river flowed; and seeing this "I was afraid that it would be the same as the last time on the previous river, and I wanted to stop the boat and get out of it on the mountain, but the water overcame me and drew the boat, and the boat went downhill, and when I saw this, I was convinced that I would perish, and exclaimed: "There is no power and strength, like Allah, high, great!" And the boat went a short distance and came 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 boat with my hands, afraid that I would fall out of it, and the waves played with me, throwing me right and left in the middle of this river; and the boat was descending with the flow of water along the river, and I could not hold it and was not able to direct it towards the land, and finally the boat stopped with me near a city, a great view, with beautiful buildings, in which there were many people. And when people saw me go down in a boat in the middle of the river downstream, they threw a net and ropes into the boat and pulled the boat onto dry land, and I fell among them, as if dead, from severe hunger, insomnia and fear.

And a great sheikh, a great sheikh, came out of the audience to meet me, and said to me: "Welcome!" - and threw over me many beautiful clothes with which I covered my shame; and then this man took me and went with me and took me to the bath; he brought me quickening drink and fine 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 beautiful 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 kind of product it 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 he took apart the boat on which I arrived (and the boat was made of sandalwood), and sent the invader to shout about it ... "

And Shahrazada was caught in the morning, and she stopped the permitted speech.

Five hundred sixty-fifth night

When the five hundred and sixty-fifth night came, she said: “It came to me, O happy king, that Sinbad the sailor came with the sheikh to the river bank and saw that the sandalwood boat on which he had arrived was already untied, and saw an intermediary who tried to sell the tree.

“And the merchants came,” Sinbad said, “and they opened the gates of the price, and the price for the boat was increased 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 item on days like these. Will you sell it for this price, or will you wait and I will put it in my storerooms until the time comes to increase its price and we sell it? " - "O sir, the command belongs to you, do what you want," I replied; 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'll sell you this product,” and I got money for it. 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 me to bring wallets and put the money there and locked it with an iron lock, the key to which he gave me.

A few days and nights 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 is this business?" 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 here's your money at your fingertips. Do as you like and choose. " “I swear by Allah, O my uncle sheikh, you became like my father, and I experienced many horrors, and I had no opinion or knowledge left! I replied. "The command in everything you want belongs to you." And then the sheikh ordered his servant, I bring the judge and witnesses, and they were brought, and he married me to his daughter, and made for us a magnificent feast and great celebration. And he introduced me to his daughter, and I saw that she was extremely charming and beautiful and slender in stature, and she was wearing many different ornaments, clothes, expensive metals, headdresses, necklaces and precious stones, the value of which is many thousands of thousands of gold, and nobody 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 mine! " servants under my hand, 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 any 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 said to 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 Shahrazada was caught in the morning, and she stopped the permitted speech.

Five hundred sixty sixth night

When the five hundred and sixty-sixth night came, she said: “It came to me, O happy king, that Sinbad the sailor struck the snake with the golden cane that was in his hands, and the snake threw this man out of his mouth.

“And a man came up to me,” Sinbad said, “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 went up to him and began to make excuses in front of 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!" “Don't excuse me,” I said, “I didn't know that, 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 my 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 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 like them; and, in my opinion, since my father is dead, sell everything that we have, and take the goods with the proceeds, and then go to your country, to your family, and I will go with you: I do not need to sit in this city after death 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 when this was so, 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 with me in the pantries; and my family calculated how long I had been away on the seventh journey, and it turned out that twenty-seven years had passed, so that they stopped hoping for my return. And when I returned and told them about all my affairs and 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 travel, and it stopped my passion. And I thanked Allah (glory to him and greatness!) And glorified him and praised him for returning me 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 the Destroyer of pleasures and the Separator of meetings came to them, who destroys palaces and endows graves, that is, death ... Let there be glory to the living who does not die!