SashaRu - Иван Царевич и Серый Волк. Эпизод 1. Добрая сказка - текст песни, слова, перевод, видео

March 11, 2013 Fairy tale "Ivan Tsarevich and the Gray Wolf"

sketch of the alteration. A good fairy tale.

Rework task:

It should look like a story that is being told Now-and-Here and could be about real people. And perhaps it was... or even happening.

First draft:

Once upon a time there lived a Man-Father - ..., he had three sons, the youngest was called Ash.

And the Father had a magnificent computer archive; There was in that archive a collection of materials with the golden reserve of the Family Chronicle from time immemorial. And digitized photographs, and books written by ancestors, and personal correspondence and personal diaries - the history of Rod is the holy of holies.

Someone began to uninvitedly visit the Fatherland Archives and download Family Chronicles. They would just take films, music, books - published ones. But no... some “paparazzi” began to interfere with the Family Heirlooms. My father became worried about the family tradition. He sends computer information security specialists there. No specialists can keep track of the uninvited guest - the kidnapper.

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My father stopped drinking and eating and became sad. The father's sons console:

- Our dear father, don’t be sad, we ourselves will guard the Archives.

The eldest son says:

- Today it’s my turn, I’ll go guard the Archives from the burglar and thief.

The eldest son went. Specialists helped him install tracking programs that signaled the person watching the monitor about hacking the security and anonymous downloading without a request.

The eldest son sat and watched, drank tea and coffee... walked around to relieve drowsiness... but no one was there for an hour or two... and in the darkest hour of the night - he laid his head for a second in his hands and shook off his sleep .

In the morning his Father asks him:

“Come on, won’t you make me happy: have you discovered the burglar-kidnapper?”

- No, dear father, I didn’t sleep all night, I didn’t close my eyes, but I didn’t follow anyone.