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14 The Fisherman and His Wife

(A fairy tale after C. Graham)

Participants:

NARRATOR

THE FISHERMAN

THE FISHERMAN’S WIFE

THE FLOUNDER

CHORUS

I want to make the sun rise and set.¹

Fisherman: Oh no! Oh no!

Wife: I want to make the snow.

Fisherman: What are you saying?

You can’t mean it.

Wife: Yes, I can. I mean it. I really do. Go to the Flounder now and tell him about all these things!

Tell him what I want.

Fisherman: No, I can’t. How can I ask such a thing? It’s incredible.

Wife: I’m the Emperor! Go to the Flounder. And tell him about all this.

Narrator: And so once again the fisherman went down to the sea, took a very deep breath and sadly called the Flounder.

Fisherman: Flounder, Flounder in the sea.

Flounder, Flounder, come to me.

Narrator: Soon the Flounder appeared and said:

Flounder: Yes? What is it?

Fisherman: I hate to ask you this, but my wife, the Emperor, she wants ...

Flounder: Yes? What does the Emperor want?

Fisherman: She wants ... She wants ...

Flounder: Speak up! Speak up!

What does she want?

Fisherman: She wants to make the sun rise and the stars come out.

Flounder: What are you saying?

Fisherman: She wants to make the sky turn red!¹

And the rain fall

And the snow ...

Flounder: Stop it! Stop it!

I’ve heard enough.

Narrator: As the Flounder spoke, there was lightning and thunder in the sky. The wind blew over the dark water, and for a moment the Flounder disappeared under a very big wave. But then suddenly he returned and spoke to the fisherman for the last time.

Flounder: Listen to me carefully.

The answer is “No”.

The stars? The moon?

The rain? The snow?

The sun? The sky?

The answer is “No”.

Narrator: And then the Flounder disappeared into the angry sea.

The fisherman went home and found that all of the things the Flounder had given them were not there.

They were back where they had started, in their simple house. As time passed, the fisherman almost forgot the story. He didn’t miss the big house, or the time when his wife was the King. But sometimes at night, when the moon was full, and he thought he saw a shadow of a mermaid’s tail, he missed the sound of the Flounder, and he would call out his name not to ask for anything, just to see him and hear that beautiful voice.

Fisherman: Flounder, Flounder in the sea.

Flounder, Flounder, come to me.

Narrator: But he never did, and no one ever saw him again.

Narrator: Once upon a time, a fisherman and his wife lived in a small house by the sea. The fisherman loved to go out alone in his boat and sit and fish and wait for a bite from a fish¹ at the bottom of the sea.

Chorus: Sit and fish and wait for a bite. Sit and fish and wait for a bite. Sit and fish and wait for a bite from a fish at the bottom of the sea.

Narrator: One day the fisherman made up a song to sing to the fish while he waited. He liked to sing it at night when the stars shone brightly in the dark sky, when everything looked strange and mysterious.

Fisherman: (Sings a song. Melody: “Twinkle, Twinkle, Little Star.”)

Catfish, catfish, starfish too.

Tuna salad sandwich,² oyster stew.

Catfish heads and catfish tails.

Catfish fins and catfish scales.

Catfish, catfish, starfish too.

Tuna salad sandwich, oyster stew.

Narrator: Sometimes, out there alone in the dark, the fisherman saw strange things. Once he saw the shadow of a mermaid’s tail, and once he saw the terrible fish with four eyes, the one that brings bad luck. But the strangest night of all was the night when he felt his fishing pole begin to shake, rattle, and roll.

Fisherman: Hey, what’s this? Oh my! What’s this? Why is my pole shaking and rattling, and rolling?

Narrator: And he began to pull in his line very slowly and carefully. After a moment, he saw the head of a very big fish.

Fisherman: Wow! Look at that! What a fine fat fish! I’ve never seen such a thing in my life! I wonder what kind of fish this is.

Flounder: I’m a flounder.

Fisherman: What? Did I hear something? What did you say?

Flounder: I said, I’m a flounder.

Fisherman: Are you a talking fish?

Flounder: Yes, a talking fish.

Listen to me carefully.

Listen to me carefully.

Fisherman: Yes, I’m listening, I’m listening.

Flounder: I’m a magic fish.

Throw me back to the sea.

And I will give you anything in the world you want.

Fisherman: What? I can’t believe my ears!

You will give me anything I want?

Flounder: You heard what I said.

Anything you want.

Say the word, and it will be yours.

Fisherman: Anything?

Flounder: Anything.

Fisherman: I can’t believe it — a talking fish. A fish who will

give me whatever I wish.

Flounder: Throw me back to the sea and you’ll see.

Fisherman: Oh my! What shall I do?

Shall I keep him or shall I throw him back?

Chorus One: Keep him, keep him.

Take him home and eat him.

Don’t throw him back, oh, no.

Don’t throw him back.

Chorus Two: Pick him up and throw him back. Pick him up and throw him back. Throw him back.

Throw him back.

Let him be in the sea again.

Pick him up and throw him back.

You’ll be sorry if you keep him. Pick him up and throw him back.

Narrator: The fisherman thought about it for a few moments.

Then he picked up the Flounder and threw him back into the water. At first, the big fish swam right down to the bottom of the sea, but in a moment he was back to keep his promise.

Flounder: Tell me what you want, and it will be yours.

Chorus: Tell him, tell him.

Tell him, what you want.

Tell him, tell him.

Tell him, what you want.

Fisherman: What do I want?

Let me see.

I can’t think of a thing.

I can’t think of a thing.

Chorus: He can’t think of a thing.

He can’t think of a thing.

Narrator: And then the Flounder disappeared into the deep dark sea. The fisherman hurried home to tell his wife the story. When she heard the noise of his boots, she ran to the door but didn’t see any fish.

Wife: Oh, no! Didn’t you catch anything?

Fisherman: I did! I caught a flounder.

Wife: Where is it?

What did you do with it?

Fisherman: I threw it back into the sea.

Wife: You did what? You threw it back? Why? Why did you throw it back?

Narrator: So the fisherman sat down and told his wife the whole story. As she listened to him, her eyes got bigger and bigger. When he had finished, she said:

Wife: Imagine that!

A talking fish!

Didn’t you ask him for something?

Fisherman: No, I didn’t.

Wife: That’s a pity. Why didn’t you ask him for a house?

Fisherman: A house? But we have a house.

Wife: Yes, but look how small it is. We really need a bigger house.

Fisherman: Bigger than this?

Wife: Oh yes, much bigger.

Fisherman: How many rooms?

Wife: Let’s see. Let’s see.

One for you and one for me.

One for this and one for that.

One for me and one for you.

One, two, three, four.

Fisherman: Four rooms? Four rooms?

What’ll we do with four rooms?

Wife: Four rooms ... Why four?

Four rooms, why not more?

Why not five, six, or seven?

Why not nine?

Nine sounds fine.

Fisherman: Nine rooms? Nine rooms?

What’ll we do with nine rooms?

Wife: I want a house with nine rooms. Why not nine?

Nine sounds fine. Tell the Flounder nine rooms!

Fisherman: Oh, oh! I don’t know.

Wife: Don’t you worry. He can do it.

Ask that fish for nine rooms.

Narrator: And so the fisherman went down to the edge of the sea and called the Flounder.

Fisherman: Flounder, Flounder in the sea.

Flounder, Flounder, come to me.

Narrator: Soon the Flounder appeared.

Flounder: Yes? What can I do for you?

Fisherman: Oh, Flounder, Flounder, it’s not me.

I don’t want a thing, but my wife ... She ...

Flounder: Yes? Tell me. What does she want?

Fisherman: She wants a house.

Flounder: What kind of a house?

Fisherman: A big house.

Flounder: How big? How many rooms?

Fisherman: Nine. She said nine. But if that’s hard for you to do ...

Flounder: The house is hers. Go home! Go home.

Narrator: And so the fisherman thanked the Flounder and hurried home to his wife. There she was in her big house with nine rooms. For a while they were very happy, but one day, when the fisherman came home after his hard work, his wife met him at the door. Her eyes were shining and she said:

Wife: Call the Flounder!

Fisherman: Call the Flounder? What for?

Wife: I have an idea.

Fisherman: An idea? What kind of idea?

Wife: I want you to be King.¹

Fisherman: Me?

Wife: Yes, I want you to be King.

Fisherman: That’s the worst idea I’ve ever

heard. I don’t want to be King.

Wife: Then I’ll be King, I’ll be King. If you won’t, I will.

I will be King. Call the fish. Call the fish.

Tell him I want to be King.

Fisherman: How can I ask for a thing like that?

Wife: I hate the life of a fisherman’s wife. I want to be

King. I must be King. I will be King. Go to the

Flounder, go now. Tell him I want to be King.

Narrator: And so the fisherman went down to the sea and called the Flounder.

Fisherman: Flounder, Flounder in the sea.

Flounder, Flounder, come to me.

Narrator: Soon the Flounder appeared, and the fisherman told him that his wife wanted to be King.

Flounder: Go home, my friend. Your wife is King.

Fisherman: Thank you, dear Flounder.

Thank you, so much.

Narrator: And so the fisherman went home but he didn’t see his house. Instead of his house, he saw a castle, and his wife was sitting inside wearing a crown.

Some time passed. The fisherman and his wife, the King, lived together happily for a while but one morning ...

Wife: Wake up! Wake up!

I have an idea!

Fisherman: Oh no! What is it now?

Wife: Go to the Flounder.

Tell him, please.

I’m tired of being the King.

Every day the same old thing.

I’m tired of being the King.

Tired and bored.

Nothing to do.

I hate the life of the King.

I hate the life of the fisherman’s wife.

But I’m tired of being the King.

I’m tired and bored.

Fisherman: But what shall I say?

What do you want?

Wife: Tell him I want something better than this, much better than this. Something bigger and better.

Fisherman: Bigger and better than this?

What could be bigger and better than this?

Wife: Tell him I want to be Emperor.

Fisherman: Emperor? Oh, no!

Wife: Go to the Flounder now.

Fisherman: How? How can I ask for such a thing?

Wife: I’m the King. Go to the Flounder now.

Narrator: And so the fisherman went back to the sea and for the third time called the Flounder.

Fisherman: Flounder, Flounder in the sea.

Flounder, Flounder, come to me.

Narrator: Just as before, the Flounder appeared and spoke in a friendly voice.

Flounder: Yes? What is it?

Narrator: And the fisherman told the Flounder that his wife wanted to be Emperor.

Flounder: Go home, my friend. Your wife is the Emperor.

Narrator: And with a sigh, the Flounder disappeared into the water. The fisherman went home to his wife, the Emperor, and together they lived happily for a while. But one morning ...

Wife: Wake up! Wake up!

I have an idea!

Fisherman: Oh no! What is it now?

Wife: Listen to me carefully. I want to be the most important person in the world. I want to make the stars

shine.¹

Look at the sun!

Look at the sky!

I want to make the sun rise.²

Решение.