In the capital city of Moscow there lived a certain noble nobleman named Dimitri, he was kind and brave, helped the poor, for which the almighty God gave him a son, a handsome young man, who was named Alexander by his beauty.

The boy had a sharp mind and a penchant for science, but preferred to spend time in fun. At the age of twelve, the young man came to his father and asked him to let him see the white light and overseas countries. His father begged him tearfully, his mother sobbed, but there was nothing to stop him. They gave two golden rings with diamonds as a souvenir, they ordered them not to give them to anyone, and they released them.

Alexander mounted his horse, took one servant and rode off. I traveled a lot of land, reached Paris itself, and on the road I heard very flattering about the city of Lille, and I wanted to look at this city. Just saw - rejoiced immensely and thought: for good reason these things - either I will be in this city in great honor, or my destruction is here. He hired an apartment near the pastoral house, he lived, spending time in amusements and fun, and after a while for his beauty and wit he was revered among the visitors as the most pleasant gentleman.

But then one day he found despondency on him, and he began to play compassionate notes on the flute.

The pastoral daughter woke up from these sad tunes and sat down to the window to listen and sent the maid to see who was playing. The girl came, asked, and the servant replied: "My lord is getting rid of despondency." Alexander came out to the voices and, having learned that the pastoral daughter of Eleanor became interested in him, ran out to the street to look, and when he saw, he marveled at her beauty.

On the advice of the maidservant, he writes Eleanor a letter with a fiery declaration of love and receives an encouraging response. Having recovered from the disease, Alexander changed his mind and began to severely reproach himself: “Mad is az! how much time he spent in agony for the sake of a woman’s worthless love! Now with what will I return to my father’s house? Not knowing the field, not seeing the enemy, not hearing the gun knock, how will I serve my monarch? ”

However, his meditation was short-lived: asking the acquaintance of the merchant to arrange a feast, the young man sat with Eleanor at a separate small table. The whole evening they were amusing themselves with cards, and Alexander quietly hummed to her arias and whispered passionate speeches. Eleanor promised him her love, but demanded a written oath of allegiance, and Alexander wrote such an oath with his blood. In addition, he promised not to leave his apartment anywhere; however, the fervent love of Eleanor rewarded for everything.

For three years their happy love lasted, nothing overshadowed her. In the fourth year, believing in the allegiance of Alexander, Eleanor allowed him to walk out of town. It was then that the general's daughter Gedwig-Dorothea lay in wait for the young man. I overtook him in the fields and, drawing a sword, promised Alexander to stab, if he did not allow his beauty to enjoy. And so she threatened until her desire was made. Upon returning home, Alexander fell asleep soundly and missed the usual hour of a night date. In alarm, Eleanor came running, sees the sleeping one, hears the name Gedwig-Dorothea whispering in a dream, guesses everything. I began to reproach him tearfully: “O damn cavalier inconstancy! Oh serpent deceit! oh lion ferocity! ” In contrition, the girl cried and cried uncontrollably, fell into a fever, began to melt, and, having not been washed for long, died.

Alexander bitterly experienced what had happened; ordered to make her a coffin and to inscribe on the top board: V. P. E. A. R. U. G. D., which meant: "In fidelity, Eleanor Alexander suffered for the sake of Gedwig-Dorothea's trick." He sent a letter to the pastor, expressed regret and attributed - “I am eternal house,” I send with this. ”

And on the day of the burial, Alexander, in all black, walked behind the coffin and during the service, looking at the girl’s face, wept bitterly. And then, taking his ring in his mouth, he began to say goodbye, bent over the deceased and imperceptibly near the right cheek dropped her ring. And the grave, having taken away the gap from the grave diggers, fell asleep and leveled with his own hands.

Soon after, Alexander moved to Paris and fell in love with the daughter of the royal corps marshal Tirra. He writes love letters to her, but she was only amused by ardent assurances, and when Alexander once again wrote that he was dying of love, and asked: “Come and put me to death,” Tirra replied: “If you want to love me for one treat, then you won’t get anything, but if until the time of my legal marriage you will love me sisterly, then write about that with your own blood. ” Lovers exchange written contracts. But the fervid love that has begun awaits detractors. From slander and libel, Alexander is forced to flee. A faithful friend Vladimir accompanies him. Tyrra, taking armor, a sword and a spear, rides with them.

The wanderers are attacked by robbers; in a cruel section, knights are mercilessly dealing with the attackers: "From whom the head, from whom the arm or leg was separated from the body." But in the dark and in the forest thicket, they lose each other and then wander alone. Alexander "eating little from sorrow", became powerless: the passing knights took off his armor. He goes wherever he looks, wanders upon a dying knight, who turned out to be the great "Chevalier of Wrath." He asks to "bury his body" and bequeaths armor. Alexander leaves for Egypt to watch the wondrous pyramids, then travels to England, where he fights in knightly fights, rescues a merchant ruined by knights. And at the festival of the fleet, Alexander, sitting near the admiral, exchanges glances with his daughter several times. This is reported to the admiral, and he throws Alexander into prison, from which he managed to get out only with great difficulty, through a deep digging. Having set free, he hired a ship and went to Malta, where he meets his beloved Tyrra (she has been a simple servant in Spain all this time).

After spending a whole week, lovers decide to go to Russia. Alexander's faithful friend, the glorious knight Tigranor escorts them to Amsterdam, where they board the ship. On the fifth day of the voyage, a storm occurred, the storm breaks all the masts. An uncontrollable ship carries on the waves. Everyone has already become accustomed to the thought of imminent death, but suddenly the storm subsides, and the sailors manage to drop the anchor. However, they are immediately attacked by robbers who, having taken everything that was on the ship, sell Tirra into slavery to a Chinese merchant. Alexandra, along with others, is being sold to Florida. On the Florida side, people were "man-eaters." They began to fatten him like cattle in order to kill and eat on a holiday.

Alexander was already slaughtered, but managed to grab a knife and cut everyone who was close, he himself hid in a nearby forest. And then he went without ceasing through New Spain to Ethiopia, until he reached Egypt. He took out his armor and went to Malta, where he waited for his friend Tigranor to travel together to China in search of Tyrra.

Having liberated Tirra, the knights go with her to France. Meanwhile, Vladimir is being sought out. But the misadventures of the heroes have not yet ended. On the way to Russia, swimming in the sea, Alexander is drowning. Tyrra is stabbed. Lovers are buried together. But here is the evil heroine of the first part of Gedwig-Dorothea. Having learned about everything that happened, she enters an indescribable rage, takes the corpse of Tyrra from the tomb and rushes into the abyss with him. Vladimir brings the parents of Alexander sad news and how can comfort them. Those "on many sobs and crying" instead of Alexander Vladimir, they made their heir.