The old man lived with his old woman at the very blue sea; They lived in a dilapidated dugout exactly thirty years and three years. The old man threw the seine twice - there was nothing, the third time he pulled out a goldfish. Rybka asked to release her. The old man let go. I came home told my wife. My wife said to ask for a trough. She gave the fish a trough. The old woman said to ask the hut. Gave a fish and a hut. The old woman wanted to become a pillar noblewoman. She became a noblewoman and sent an old man to serve in the stable. I wanted to become a queen. She made her a fish and a queen. I wanted to become the sea lord, so that the fish would serve her. The old man gave the fish a request to the fish, but nothing said the fish, just a tail on the water splashed and went into the deep sea. For a long time at the sea he waited for an answer, he did not wait, he returned to the old woman-look: again there is a dugout before him; on the threshold sits his old woman, and before her a broken trough.
