Oh my! I was thinking this would be a delightful addition of Russian literature to my children's collection. I already have some Baba Yaga retellings, a Bilibin-illustrated "Tale of Tsar Saltan", and Gerrady Spirin's gorgeous "Firebird", so it's only fitting to add more of Russia's most celebrated poet, Alexander Pushkin. I loved studying Pushkin's poetry in college, alongside Anna Akhmatova and Marina Tsvetaeva, and I was expecting some of the same wistful, romantic caliber here.
*SPOILER AHEAD*
Maybe I'm too soft-hearted, but this is DEFINITELY not a children's book. It is true to what fairy tales USED to be - bloody, graphic cautionary yarns meant to terrify children into decorum and thinking twice. If you're not squeamish and you want your children to keep promises, this is one surefire way to instill that in them. Legit. The guy who goes back on his word gets his head sliced open by a bird...and that's a wrap. No falling action, no explanation, just straight up beak-to-skull.
Also, the female characters were very spoiled and coquettish, with no positive substance. I know that's probably because Pushkin's own wife was very flighty and shallow (and was fooling around with the tsar, as it details quite explicitly in the introduction of the edition I rented). But I definitely bristled, and I've got pretty thick skin, so I feel safe in saying the portrayal is offensive. Not sure if this is a translation issue or if the original story is just this gruesome and depressing, but I'm going to pass on buying that hard copy now. Yikes.