There was, and there was nothing - there lived only one prince. The prince had a garden, and in the garden there were two beds. Leeks grow in one bed, dill grows in another. The prince will not eat or drink until he sits in the garden near his beds. One day the prince was walking along his beds and saw a piece of paper lying around. He picked it up, looked at something written, but couldn’t read it, so he took it and gave it to someone. Suddenly the piece of paper came to life and turned into a girl. Such a beauty is that girl, such a beauty - there is no one more beautiful in the world than her. The prince saw the girl and wanted her as his wife. He asks: “What kind of tribe are you?” “My name is leek, I’m wearing a dill belt, I’m a simple girl.” The prince left. “You are not of noble birth,” he said, turned away from the girl—her name was Anana—and married someone else. Anana loves the prince, loves him, and dies of love. Anan brought deer from the mountains, milked them, poured them into a cauldron and sat in it. The milk boils and Anana washes herself in it. The prince saw Anana in boiling milk and said to his wife: “Look, our Anana brought deer from the mountains, milked them, poured milk into the cauldron.” The milk boils - Anana washes herself in it. The wife said: “But I can’t?” The prince's wife called the cows from the mountains, milked them, boiled the milk, sat in the cauldron and cooked. The prince was widowed. The prince went to Anana and asked: “What kind of tribe are you?” And she’s still the same: “My name is leek, I’m wearing a dill belt, I’m a simple girl.” “You are not of a noble family,” said the prince and married another. Anana went and climbed high up the mountain. She sat down to twist the silk and dropped the spindle; she cut off her nose and threw it down. - Come on, little nose, bring the spindle! He brought the nose spindle and sat down again. The prince saw it, went to his wife and said: “Our Anana surprised me.” She climbed high up a mountain, sat down to spin silk, and dropped the spindle; Then she cut off her nose and threw it down: “Come on, little nose, bring the spindle!” He brought the nose spindle and sat down again. - What's surprising here? - said the wife. - I can do that too. She climbed onto the roof, took the spindle and began to spin: she dropped the spindle, cut off her nose and threw it down. The nose did not bring the spindle, she bled all over and died. The prince was widowed again, went to Anana and asked: “What kind of tribe are you?” “My name is leek, my belt is dill, I’m a simple girl,” says Anana. The prince left, came to the mountains, found a swineherd, bought a pig, said: “The meat is for you, and the blood is for me,” he ordered it to be slaughtered, then he ordered: “Smear me covered in blood, take me away and lay me near Anana.” They slaughtered a pig, smeared the prince with blood, took him to Anana and abandoned him. Anan saw the bloody prince and cried out: The sun is my mother, my father is the month, The stars are brothers in the blue sky, Throw down my bench, My dear prince has died. As soon as she said it, the sky opened and a golden bench descended. The prince stood up, hugged Anana, began to kiss and caress her. They celebrated their wedding and lived happily ever after.
Translated from Russian · original on wisdomlib.ru