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Dedicated to Srila Prabhupada and to Odessa, my hometown, which once gave a refuge to Pushkin.Also here in the second part I presented in the original language (rus) for teaching bilingual children. Bhagavad-gita in Pushkin's Fairy Tale.The Mysteries of Saltan. So, friends, I will present my view of this pearl, hidden in an elegant shell of a poetic frame. Its characters embody certain forces, phenomena, energies, the nature of which remains personal, although their capabilities are extraordinary. I tried to convey this message from the depths of time to the seeker in an accessible way. To manifest the internal meaning of any allegory, it is necessary to have keys to its external metaphorical images. Then simply retelling the fairy tale, as the nanny did for our poet Pushkin, we immediately solve two problems. We pass on knowledge and purify the mirror of our own consciousness. This fairy tale, like a guiding thread, will carefully lead us to the desired meeting with the maha-mantra, thanks to which the process of self-realisation has now become so easy. One late evening before night, Three maidens spun by window light.Were our king to marry me, Said the eldest of the three, I would cook and I would bake -Oh, what royal feasts I'd make.Said the second of the three: Were our king to marry me, I would weave a cloth of goldFair and wondrous to behold.But the youngest of the threeMurmured: If he married me -I would give our king an heirHandsome, brave, beyond compare. In front of us is an ordinary rural house, surrounded by a fence, with a small room and three sisters near the window, ready to serve the king. What is this scene about? Three fair maidens, late one night, Sat and spun by candlelight.

The color of his body, covered with sandalwood paste mixed with dust, resembled a thundercloud, and his hair was decorated with a peacock feather. In shining yellow clothes, with a garland bright as lightning, he was like a dark cloud, which is simultaneously surrounded by the sun, moon and rainbow.A little further away, like glittering constellations framing the night sky, his cowherd friends were leading their calves to pasture, dancing merrily around them, playing nonchalantly and enjoying the music pouring from their flutes.Hot tears filled her eyes. Kneeling down and pressing her hands to her chest, she sang: "Desiring no one but you, I can no longer live here. Please, take me to the banks of the Yamuna. I saw there, in flowering groves, your face with a bright smile of dawn spilling over the mountain range."