Myths brightened the sun to read. Folk myth about the sun. Legends and myths about Mother Goddess Raw Earth

Sometimes you really want to find a fairy tale and read Slavic myths! Fabulous times were once upon a time, around the time when everything in the world was beautiful, clean and bright, when people were trusting and cheerful, when people loved and believed in happiness. When it was? Was it a very long time ago or just in our childhood? Read the Slavic myth - a sweet, sincere story from the book "Gods and People", a fairy tale about Yarilo. And why do you want to cry? A fairy tale about Yarilo with a happy ending. Beautiful Slavic mythology about the sun, about God Yarilo and his help in love.

"The Tale of How Yarilo Helped in Love"

In the whole district from our village, both boys and girls were very much appreciated as brides and grooms. Economic guys, hard-working girls. And to sing and dance, and to lead round dances - no one can keep up with them. And the most enviable groom was Pride, Putyatin's son. The guy took everyone: the height was suitable, and the shoulders were with an oblique sazhen, and his face was bright. But he had a worthless temper - cocky, proud, he considered himself above everyone else. They didn't call him Pride for nothing. But in the work, too, he was always the first, everything was on fire in his hands. You can't say a bad word here. Well, the girls all courted him as best they could. He just doesn't look at girls. On a walk, it used to be the first in all games, the pillar blindly always cut down the first, so much so that his opponent's pillar fell down the pillar. But as soon as it comes to round dances, it turns around - and away. Gradually, he drove all the girls away from himself.

Only one, Yasunya, Milovanov's daughter, did not back down. She didn’t even look at other guys, she refused matchmakers. Milovan, for which he loved his daughter and did not captivate, began to scold her: - Look, Yasunya, you will make your way! You will be a century of one cuckoo! She just sighs.

And so, one day the day of the Discovery of Svarga came. Yarila, the God of the bright spring sun, love passion and fertility, was very honored in our village. The whole village participated in the celebration in the morning - both old and young. They were waiting for him to unlock Mother Earth with his key, so that spring waters flowed over it.

They go to Yarilina Gorka, each owner carries bread and salt, puts it in a pile, and a specially selected owner bows three times on three sides and utters an appeal to Yarila:

Goy you, Yarila fiery Force!
Coming from the sky, you take the keys
Unlock you Mother-Cheese Earth,
Let the dew warm and for the whole spring,
For a dry summer and a vigorous life!
Goy! Glory!

And all the people repeat this after him and also bow on three sides. Then they go to the fields, go around them three times and sing:

Dragging Yarilo
All over the wide world
He gave birth to a field of life,
He gave birth to children.
And where is his foot -
There is a lot of life there,
Where does he look?
There is an ear of flowers.

And in the evening they chose the most beautiful guy, put a wreath on his head, gave him a bird-cherry branch in his hands and danced around him, singing songs.

And we have Yarilin day,
I'll trample the grass-ant,
I will hold you, young...

Only young boys and girls were allowed to these evening games. After the round dance, they broke up into pairs and dispersed, some in the field, some in the forest. Yarilo approved of love very much. He even checked whether all the guys and girls were participating in the festivities. He walks, looks, asks if something is wrong.

Somehow, on such an evening, he walks through the village past the Proud House. Looks, a young guy, instead of having mercy on a girl, is chopping firewood in the yard. Yarilo was surprised. Thinking, "Something's wrong with this guy." Comes closer. He peered and was horrified: “The guy’s heart is icy! It can be seen Morena, the Goddess of Winter and Death kissed the guy! That's not the point! How did I not see that! Gotta save the guy!" Went on and everyone thinks how to help. And he sees a girl sitting on a bench, as sweet as a forest lily of the valley, but sad. And one is sitting. Also a mess. He sat down next to her and struck up a conversation. She turns away and closes her eyes. But who can stand against God Yarila. I learned that Yasunya's name is. He asked about her unhappy love for Pride. So there is a cure for Pride, - Yarilo was delighted. And he said: “I will help you, but you must do exactly as I say. Agree? - asks, and Yasunya whispers:

- “And Pride will not get any harm from this?”

Yarilo admired himself: “Here it is, true love! He worries about the dear, and does not think about himself!

And he says aloud: “You will do as I say, only good will come. It is necessary to melt his icy heart, otherwise he will not stay here for long, maybe soon he will leave for Nav, the world of shadows and death. And he hands her a branch of bird cherry with flowers. According to this branch, Yasunya recognized Yarila. I wanted to fall at my feet, but he did not allow it. “Listen further,” he says. - Do not let this branch out of your hands for a minute so that the strength remains in it. In the morning, when he goes to drive out the cattle, go up to him, and stand right in front of him and, without delay, so as not to change your mind, give him a branch, look into his eyes and quickly say: - One heart suffers, the other does not know. He will be at a loss, he has already lost the habit of hanging girls around his neck, he will take a branch and look at you. And as soon as it looks, it dries up. But you immediately turn around and walk away.

After that, the most difficult thing for you will begin. Your pride will start following you, asking for love in return. But every time you answer: - With what you came, with that you went, turn around and leave, do not show that you love. If you respond to love, you allow him to kiss, his heart will freeze even more than before, you won’t help in any way, and he will quickly leave for Nav.

And you need to hold out like this until the next Yarilina Stretch. Matchmakers will send, refuse. You can hint to your father that, they say, Yarilo ordered so, but not a word to anyone else. During this year, his heart will completely thaw, Morena will lose power over him. Hold on, in a year I myself will put a wreath on Pride. When you see my bird-cherry wreath on it, bring it to your father to bless. Then have mercy as much as you like."

Yasunya pressed a branch to her chest, breathed in the bird-cherry spirit. She raised her eyes to Yarila to thank him, but he was no longer there, he was just sitting next to him, and the trace was gone. But Yasunya nevertheless said what kind words she wanted to say: "God, he is God - he hears everything, knows everything."

That night, Yasunya never went to bed, pressed the branch to her face and gathered courage as she approached Pride. And in the morning, just before dawn broke, Yasunya was already waiting for Pride. He lived alone, his parents died, so he himself went after the cattle. Pride drives the cattle into the herd, and the girl hurries to cut him off. He glanced at her, wanting to move on. And she stood in front of him, holding out a blossoming bird-cherry branch. Out of surprise, he took a branch and raised his eyes to it. And she looks into his eyes and says: "One heart suffers, the other does not know." As the heat passed through his body, he looks at the girl, and she seems to him the sweetest of all in the world. "What's your name, honey? Whose daughter will you be?

And the beauty turned and walked away. He is behind her. And I forgot about the cattle. Caught up, does not let. And she was so strict to him: “With what you came, with that you went!” Dumbfounded Pride. Pride leaped up in him, he also turned and went, but he didn’t let go of Yarilin’s branch, the branch keeps the memory of the girl. And Yasunya ran home, choked with tears and did not know what she was crying about - either that Pride had finally noticed her, or that she had to push him away.

Although Pride was angry, he came to the party in the evening, looks out for Yasunya, asks the guys everything about her. But as soon as he approached her, she told him again: “With what he came, he went with that!”. And so it went day after day. He to her, she away from him.

The whole village was already tired of laughing at them, and they began to condemn Yasunya that his nose turned up from such a guy, sent matchmakers, refused. They began to say that, they say, the girl spoiled the boy. The girl brought dryness to the guy. But Yasunya remembers well that Yarilo punished: "Give in, drive the guy into Nav."

Here again, Yarilin's holidays have come. Pride is standing on the sidelines, watching Yasunya dance round dances. The heart melts with love, remembers how people say: "You can't stay without the sun, you can't live without the sweetheart." I did not notice how an unfamiliar guy approached, watching him, smiling. And then the guy says: “She loves bird cherry. Put on my bird cherry wreath, give her a bird cherry branch, Girls do not refuse such a gift.

Pride did not even have time to refuse, as the wreath was already on his head, and the branch was in his hands, and he himself was walking with a quick step towards Yasuna. And I forgot about the guy. Then Yasunya saw him - a wreath on his head, in the hands of a bird cherry tree, did not deceive Yarilo, did not forget the promise, jumped out of the round dance and, as if by chance, went towards him.

We met, he gave her a branch, hugged her, and so, embracing, they went. And all their lives, embracing, and lived. True love will melt an icy heart.

Such a fairy tale about Yarilo came out with us! Soon the time will come to dance, to meet the spring-red. Then remember the Slavic fairy tale about Yarilo, rejoice together with the whole world that winter has receded, and the hearts of people have thawed, filled with love!

You will find this fairy tale about Yarilo, and other magical stories in the book "Gods and People". Read Slavic myths, let them fill your soul with joy!

Yarilo and Mother Earth Cheese Tradition of the Russian people

Mother Earth Cheese lay in darkness and cold. She was dead - no light, no heat, no sounds, no movement. And the eternally young, eternally joyful bright Yar said: "Let's look through the pitch darkness at Mother Earth Cheese, is it good, is it good, will we have to think?"
And the flame of the gaze of the bright Yar in one wave pierced the immeasurable layers of darkness that lay above the fallen earth. And where Yarilin's gaze cut through the darkness, a red sun shone there.
And the hot waves of the radiant Yarili poured through the sun - into the light. Mother Earth Cheese awakened from sleep and spread out in youthful beauty, like a bride on a marriage bed… She greedily drank the golden rays of life-giving light, and from that light scorching life and languishing bliss spilled over her bowels.
The sweet speeches of the god of love, the eternally young god Yarila, are carried in sunny speeches: “Oh, you are a goy, Mother Earth Cheese! you will give birth to a myriad of lovely children from me ... "
Love the Earth of Yarilina's speech, she loved the god of light and from his hot kisses she was decorated with cereals, flowers, dark forests, blue seas, blue rivers, silvery lakes. She drank the hot kisses of Yarilina, and heavenly birds flew out of her bowels, forest and field animals ran out of dens, fish swam in rivers and seas, small flies and midges crowded in the air ... And everything lived, everything loved, and everything sang laudatory songs: father - Yarila, mother - Raw Earth.
And again, from the red sun, Yarila’s love speeches rush: “Oh, you goy, Mother Earth of Cheese! I decorated you with beauty, you gave birth to countless cute children, love me more than ever, give birth to my beloved offspring.”
Those speeches of the mother to the damp earth were love, she greedily drank the life-giving rays and gave birth to a man ... And when he came out of the bowels of the earth, Yarilo hit him on the head with a golden rein - a fierce lightning. And from that lightning the mind in man was born. Hello Yarilo beloved earthly son with heavenly thunders, streams of lightning. And from those thunders, from that lightning, all living creatures trembled in horror: heavenly birds flew away, oak forest animals hid in caves, one man raised his rational head to the sky and answered his father’s thunderous speech with a prophetic word, a winged speech ... And, hearing that word and seeing his king and lord, all the trees, all the flowers and cereals bowed before him, the animals, birds and every living creature obeyed him.
Mother Earth Cheese rejoiced in happiness, in joy, hoped that Yarilin's love had no end, no edge ... But for a short time the red sun began to sink, bright days shortened, Cold winds blew, song birds fell silent, oak forest animals howled, and shuddered from cold, king and lord of all breathing and non-breathing creatures ...
Clouded Mother Earth Cheese and from grief-sorrow watered her faded face with bitter tears - fractional rains. Mother Earth Cheese is crying: “Oh, the sail of the wind! .. Why are you breathing on me with a hateful cold? .. Yarilino’s eye is a red sun! .. Why are you warming and shining not as before? my children, to die, and again I lie in darkness and cold! .. And why did I recognize the light, why did I recognize life and love? .. Why was I recognized with clear rays, with hot kisses of the god Yarila?
Silent Yarilo.
“I don’t feel sorry for myself,” Mother Earth Cheese cries, shrinking from the cold, “mother’s heart mourns for dear children.”
Yarilo says: “Do not cry, do not grieve, Mother Earth Cheese, I leave you for a while. Do not leave you for a while - you will burn to the ground under my kisses. Keeping you and our children, I will reduce heat and light for a while, leaves will fall on the trees , grasses and cereals will wither, you will dress yourself with a snow cover, you will sleep and rest until my arrival ... The time will come, I will send a messenger to you - Red Spring, after Spring I myself will come.
Mother Earth Cheese is crying: “You don’t pity me, poor Yarilo, you don’t pity, bright God, your children! - to perish before everyone else, when you deprive us of heat and light ... "
Yarilo sprinkled lightning on the stones, doused the oak trees with a burning look. And he said to Mother Raw Earth: “Here I poured fire on stones and trees. I myself am in that fire. With his mind-mind, a person will reach how to take light and heat from wood and stone. That fire is a gift to my beloved son. will be in fear and horror, he alone will serve.
And the god Yarilo departed from the Earth ... Violent winds rushed, covered Yarilino's eye with dark clouds - the red sun, white snows were applied, even in a shroud they enveloped Mother Earth Cheese in them. Everything froze, everything fell asleep, one person did not sleep, did not doze - he had the great gift of Father Yarila, and with him light and warmth ...

(P. Melnikov-Pechersky)

Riddles about summer, proverbs and sayings about summer, stories about summer

About June for children

"Dry" rain

In the deserts of Turkmenistan, rain is very rare in summer. And if it happens, it is only “dry”. What is this rain?

Lightning flashes, thunder rumbles. It starts to rain. However, the rain evaporates before reaching the surface of the earth. That is why even someone who has lived in the desert for decades hardly remembers the summer rains.

Yarilo-Sun and Mother Earth Cheese (Slavic myth)

Mother Earth Cheese lay in darkness and cold. She was dead - no light, no heat, no sounds, no movement.

And the eternally young, eternally joyful bright Yar said: “Let's look through the pitch darkness at Mother Earth Cheese, is it good, is it good, will we think about it?” And the flame of the gaze of the bright Yar in an instant pierced the immeasurable layers of darkness that lay above the sleeping Earth. And where Yarilin's gaze cut through the darkness, a red sun shone there.

And hot waves of radiant Yarilin light poured through the sun. Mother Earth Cheese awakened from sleep and spread out in youthful beauty, like a bride on a marriage bed... She greedily drank the golden rays of life-giving light, and from that light scorching life and languishing bliss spilled over her bowels.

The sweet speeches of the god of love, the eternally young god Yarila, rush in the sun: “Oh, you are a goy, Mother Earth Cheese! Love me, the god of light, for your love I will adorn you with blue seas, yellow sands, green ants, scarlet, azure flowers; you will give birth to my dear children, a myriad of ... "

Love the Earth of Yarilina's speech, she loved the god of light and from his hot kisses she was decorated with cereals, flowers, dark forests, blue seas, blue rivers, silvery lakes. She drank the hot kisses of Yarilina, and heavenly birds flew out of her depths, forest and field animals ran out of dens, fish swam in rivers and seas, small flies and midges crowded in the air ... And everything lived, everything loved, and everything sang laudatory songs: father - Yarila, mother - Raw Earth.

And again, from the red sun, Yarila’s love speeches rush: “Oh, you are a goy, Mother Earth Cheese! I decorated you with beauty, you gave birth to countless cute children, love me more than ever, give birth to my beloved offspring.

Those speeches of Mother Raw Earth were love, she greedily drank the life-giving rays and gave birth to a man ... And when he came out of the bowels of the earth, Yarilo hit him on the head with a golden rein - a fierce lightning. And from that lightning the mind in man was born. Hello Yarilo beloved earthly son with heavenly thunders, streams of lightning. And from those thunders, from that lightning, all living creatures trembled in horror: the heavenly birds scattered, oak forest animals hid in caves, one man raised his rational head to the sky and answered his father’s thunderous speech with a prophetic word, a winged speech ... And, having heard that word and seeing his king and lord, all the trees, all the flowers and grasses bowed before him, the animals, birds and every living creature obeyed him.

Mother Earth Cheese rejoiced in happiness, in joy, hoped that Yarilina's love had no end, no edge ... But for a short time the red sun began to sink, bright days shortened, cold winds blew, song birds fell silent, oak forest animals howled, and the king and lord of all breathing and non-breathing creatures shuddered from the cold ...

Clouded Mother Earth Cheese and from grief-sorrow watered her faded face with bitter tears - fractional rains. Mother Earth Cheese is crying: “About the wind-wind! .. Why do you breathe on me with a hateful cold? .. Yarilino’s eye is a red sun! .. Why do you warm and shine not as before? my children to die, and again I lie in darkness and cold! .. And why did I recognize the light, why did I recognize life and love? .. Why was I recognized with clear rays, with hot kisses of the god Yarila? “I don’t feel sorry for myself,” Mother Earth Cheese cries, shrinking from the cold, “mother’s heart mourns for dear children.”

Yarilo consoled her, saying that he would return soon, but for now, so that people would not freeze, he sent Fire to the earth.

Riddles about summer for children

Ears in a generous field

Golden wheat.

The berries are ripe in the forest

The bees hide honey in their cells. \

Lots of warmth and light

This only happens ... (in summer.)

In the morning the beads sparkled,

All the grass was tangled up,

And let's go look for them during the day,

We search, we search - we will not find. (Dew.)

What a marvelous beauty!

painted gate

Show up on the way!

Do not enter them

Neither enter. (Rainbow.)

In the blue sky

Like along the river

White sheep swim.

Keep the path from afar

What are their names?..

Proverbs and sayings about summer

June warmth is sweeter than a fur coat.

On a sharp spit - a lot of haymaking.

In every mop, if it is not raked in the rain, you will find a pood of honey.

Boast hay, but not grass.

The herbal spirit of kopyon will not be dispelled for three winters.

What do larks sing about? (Moldovan folk tale)

Once upon a time there was a king, and the king had only one son. It so happened that the heir fell ill. The king called doctors from all over the kingdom and ordered them to cure his son.

The doctors began to look at the patient, began to confer on how to treat him. They cannot determine the disease, they cannot prescribe medicines. With that they left.

The king then shouted to the whole earth - whoever heals the prince, he will receive expensive gifts, untold riches.

And then the old sorcerer came to the palace. He examined the prince and said: "The prince will recover when he eats the tongue of a non-bird bird, which is killed by a non-human man with a non-human gun made of non-wood wood." The elder said these words and left the palace without demanding a gift.

The king summoned his boyars, told them the words of the elder and asked for advice: what kind of non-bird is this, who is that non-human man, what kind of gun-non-gun is this, made of wood-non-wood.

The boyars began to think, to solve the royal riddle.

- The non-bird is, of course, a lark. Although he flies, he walks more on the ground. Although he sings, but only in the sky, not like other birds. And, having sung, it falls to the ground, well, like a stone.

“And a nonhuman man,” said the boyars, “is, of course, a shepherd.” He does not live in the village, like all people, but in codru, like a wild beast. He does not spend time with people, but with sheep - what kind of a real person is he?

“And the tree is not a tree,” decided the boyars, “it’s probably a linden.” The wood of the linden is soft, fragile - where can it be compared with a real tree!

A gun-non-gun - what is there to guess! It's a bow with arrows. This bow is made entirely of linden, the bowstring is made of bast.

The king of the boyars obeyed. The boyars made a bow and ordered to bring a shepherd.

“Here’s a linden bow for you,” said the boyars. “Go and shoot us a lark bird.” We will rip out his tongue, give it to the king's son, and he will recover.

The shepherd took a bow and went to hunt the lark.

The lark either flew straight up to the sun and burst into a ringing song there, then threw itself down like a stone - teased the hunter. The shepherd was already tired of chasing him, when suddenly the lark sat on the ground and asked in a human voice:

“Why are you following me, do you really want to kill me?” After all, you and I are old acquaintances, no one climbs the hill before you - and I'm the first to sing a song when I see you. I am your friend, and you aimed an arrow at me.

And the shepherd opened himself to the lark.

“I don’t want to kill you, boyars. So they decided at the royal council. They considered me a non-human person, but they said about you that you are a bird-non-bird. They gave me a gun-non-gun in my hands - a lime bow, a bast bowstring - all made of non-wood wood. They ordered to kill you in order to deprive you of your tongue, and with this language they will cure the king's son.

Here the lark laughed.

- The boyars deceived you! I am a bird, real, genuine. I will flap my wings - I will fly high. I open my beak - the song will flow. And I breed chicks like other birds. And winter will come - I fight with a blizzard-blizzard, I stay in my native places, I don’t fly to foreign lands. Well, tell me - are there many such birds in the world? And think to yourself: what kind of inhuman person are you, if you protect the flock in rain and cold, take care of every lamb, do not spare your strength for the sake of people. You are the real person! And linden is a tree! - said the lark. - Well, remember what the rafters above your roof are made of, the beams in your attic! And what do you slurp on cabbage soup - is your spoon carved from oak? The real tree is linden. And your bow with arrows is a good weapon. How many enemies were driven away from their homes with this weapon! If you want to know what a non-gun is, it's an elderberry tube from which the boys shoot peas. Elderberry is a non-tree tree, because almost all of it is made of pulp, only the tube is hard. But non-human people are those who sent you to kill me: bare-parasites. That's for sure - they are non-human people, because it's not a head on their shoulders, but a fake block of wood!

Boyar's hat

Mind is very small

Well, maybe even

He didn't exist!

Having sung this song, the lark flew high into the sky, to the very sun.

All the larks, just seeing the shepherd, then fly up high, then fall down like a stone and sing all the time:

The boyar has very little Mind under his hat,

Well, maybe He never existed!

The lark sings this song to this day.

About July for children

Ivan Kupala holiday for children

Ivan Kupala belonged to the number of the most revered, most important, most wild holidays of the year, the entire population took part in it, and the tradition required the active inclusion of everyone in all rituals and actions; special behavior, mandatory implementation and observance of a number of rules, prohibitions, customs.

Midsummer Day is filled with rituals related to water. Swimming in the morning on Ivan's Day is a nationwide custom, and only in some areas the peasants considered such bathing dangerous, since the birthday man on Ivan's Day is a water man himself, who cannot stand it when people climb into his kingdom, and takes revenge on them by drowning everyone careless.

According to ancient belief, Ivan Kupala personifies the flowering of the forces of nature. At the heart of the rites is the veneration of water and the sun. Since ancient times, it was customary to kindle ritual bonfires on the banks of rivers and lakes on the night of Ivan Kupala. They jumped over them and threw wreaths.

On the day of Ivan Kupala, they tried to be healed with dew. To do this, you need to get up as early as possible and walk barefoot through the healing Kupala dew. On this day, a massive collection of medicinal herbs took place. Kupala grass acquires special healing power by sunrise, and so, as they say, “he who gets up early, God gives him!”

According to legend, Ivanovo night was considered a time of rampant evil spirits: gatherings of sorcerers and witches were held in the swamps.

There are several folk signs for this day.

On Midsummer's Day, the sun plays at sunrise.

Strong dew on Ivan - to the harvest of cucumbers.

Starry night on Ivan - there will be a lot of mushrooms.

If the rain cries, then in five days the sun will laugh.

Kupala ritual songs

It was in the field, in the field,

There was a birch.

She is tall,

The leaf is wide.

How under this birch

Lying Kostroma;

He is killed - not killed,

Yes, it is covered with a burl.

beautiful girl

approached him,

Ubrus opened,

Recognized in person:

“Are you sleeping, dear Kostroma,

Or what do you hear?

Your horses are black

They roam in the field."

beautiful girl

She wore water.

I wore water

Rain asked:

"Create, God, rain,

Rain of frequent

To wet the grass

Sharp scythe blunted.

Like a river, a river

Kostroma mows hay,

Threw my scythe

Among mowing.

Oh, to the holy Kupala

Oh, to the holy Kupala

There was a swallow swimming

Drying on the coast

The red girl scoffed.

Was it summer or wasn't it

Mother did not let me go for a walk,

Closed with a golden key.

I'm at St. Kupala

I ran to my dear...

"Kupalo, Kupala,

Where did you winter?

"Flying in the forest,

Wintered in the pool.

The girls collected Christmas trees,

Collected and did not know

Collected and did not know

Kupalich was tortured:

"Kupala, Kupala,

What is this potion

What is this potion?

Holy Root?

Like Saint Kupala

The sun played brightly.

Chizhik walked down the street

Near Marenochka

Walk with a tit

Gather girls for Kupala

Yes, guys for a walk,

And girls wreaths to twist,

And beat the guys hats.

Girls have their own will

The kids have even more.

Flavor of the Sun

Sounds and dreams in the sun

Fragrances and flowers

All merged into a consonant choir,

All intertwined in one pattern.

The sun smells like herbs

fresh baths,

Awakened spring

And resinous pine.

Gently light-woven

Drunk lilies of the valley

that blossomed victoriously

In the sharp smell of the earth.

The sun shines with bells

green leaves,

Breathe the spring song of birds,

Breathes the laughter of young faces.

So say to all the blind: it will be for you!

Do not see you heavenly gates.

The sun has a scent

Sweetly intelligible only to us,

Visible to birds and flowers!

(K. Balmont)

Ruddy dawn

The east is covered.

In the village, across the river

The flame is out.

Sprinkled with dew

Flowers in the fields.

The herds have awakened

In soft meadows.

gray mists

Float towards the clouds

Geese caravans

Rush to the meadows.

People woke up

Hurry to the fields

The sun came up

The earth rejoices.

(A. Pushkin)

Summer evening

Already the sun is a hot ball

The earth rolled off its head,

And a peaceful evening fire

The sea wave swallowed.

The bright stars have risen

And gravitating over us

Heavenly vault lifted

With their wet heads.

The airy river is fuller

Flowing between heaven and earth

The chest breathes easier and more freely,

Freed from the heat.

And sweet thrill, like a jet,

Nature ran through the veins,

How hot her legs

Key waters touched.

(F. Tyutchev)

What is the dew on the grass

When you go to the forest on a sunny morning in summer, you can see diamonds in the fields, in the grass. All these diamonds shine and shimmer in the sun in different colors - yellow, red, and blue.

When you come closer and see what it is, you will see that these are drops of dew gathered in triangular leaves of grass and glisten in the sun.

The leaf of this grass inside is shaggy and fluffy, like velvet.

And the drops roll on the leaf and do not wet it.

When you inadvertently pick off a leaf with a dewdrop, the drop will roll down like a ball of light, and you will not see how it slips past the stem. It used to be that you tear off such a cup, slowly bring it to your mouth and drink a dewdrop, and this dewdrop seems to be tastier than any drink.

(L. Tolstoy)

On the field in summer

Fun on the field, free on the wide! To the blue stripe of the distant forest, multi-colored fields seem to run along the hills.

The golden rye is agitated; she inhales the strengthening air. Young oats turn blue; blooming buckwheat with red stems, with white-pink honey flowers, turns white. Curly peas hid farther from the road, and behind them a pale green strip of flax with bluish eyes. On the other side of the road, the fields turn black under the flowing steam.

The lark flutters over the rye, and the sharp-winged eagle vigilantly looks from above: he sees the noisy quail in the thick rye, he sees the field mouse as it hurries into its hole with a grain that has fallen from a ripe ear. Hundreds of invisible grasshoppers crackle everywhere.

(K. Ushinsky)

Water

(Slovenian folk tale)

One boy was very fond of swimming. And even in the flood, when the river swelled and rose, he did not sit at home, did not obey his father and mother, and ran away to swim. Undressed on the shore and jumped into the water. A stormy current picked him up and carried him away. The boy struggled with the current with all his might, cutting through the waves, he swam with saplings, but he sees that he does not have enough strength. He started screaming and calling for help. The waterman heard him. And it’s good that I heard that the little swimmer had already choked and lost consciousness. When the water one arrived in time for the drowning man, he was already motionless, and the waves carried him farther and farther away. In truth, the merman could not stand it when one of the people fell to the bottom alive. But he liked the little swimmer. It was a pity to drown the child, and he decided to save him. In addition, the merman was tired of forever sitting alone in a vast kingdom, and he was delighted with a handsome boy who could now make him an excellent company.

The merman took the child in his arms and carried him to his beautiful city at the bottom of the river.

Never before has a living person fallen into his possessions - for the first time this happened. Put the water boy on the bed. Then he quietly walked away and hid, waiting for his little guest to wake up.

The boy woke up, looked around and saw that he was lying on a glass bed in the middle of a glass room. Near the bed there is a table, and on it are full of toys, and everything is made of crystal. The toys shimmered so temptingly and were so beautiful that the boy reached for them - he wanted to play. But at that moment he remembered his home and wept bitterly.

The merman ran up to him and asked:

What are you crying about, little one?

“I want to go home,” the boy sobbed.

“Is your home better than my hall?” the waterman was surprised.

- It is better! The boy answered and cried even louder.

The waterman realized that all his consolations were in vain, and left. And the boy, having cried enough, fell asleep. Then the merman crept up to him on tiptoe and carried him to another room. The boy woke up, looked around and saw that he was lying on a silver bed in the middle of a silver room - the walls, the floor, and the ceiling were silver, there was a silver table with toys by the bed, and all the toys were made of pure silver. Such wealth! How fascinated the boy looked at them. Then he took silver toys and began to play with them. But after a minute he got tired of the fun. He remembered how fun it was to mess around at home with his brother and sister, and wept uncontrollably.

What are you crying about, little one?

“I want to go to my brother and sister,” the boy answered, and sobbed even more.

The merman could not comfort him in any way and left. And the boy fell asleep. The merman again crept up to him on tiptoe and carried him into the third room. When the boy woke up, he saw that he was lying in a golden chamber on a bed of pure gold. Everything there was golden: the table, the chairs, and the toys. The boy was often told about magical treasures where gold is stored. But he never dreamed of such a radiance - it blinded his eyes! Fascinated, the boy took up toys made of pure gold. But they did not entertain him for long. The boy remembered his mother and father, and he began to cry again.

The waterman came running and asked:

“What are you crying about, my child?

“I want to go to my father and mother,” the boy said, sobbing louder and louder.

The merman was surprised - after all, he did not know what a father, mother, brothers and sisters were.

“Are your father and mother more valuable to you than pure gold?” he exclaimed.

“Higher,” said the boy.

The merman retired and collected all the pearls that the depths of his underwater kingdom concealed. Collected and poured out in front of the boy. The pile of pearls grew to the very ceiling, and the merman asked:

“Are your father and mother more valuable to you than such a pile of pearls?”

The boy closed his eyes so that the sparkle of treasures would not blind him. Around like a glow blazed; it looked like the room was on fire.

- You're working hard! - answered the boy. - All the same, you will not know the value of my father and mother. They are dearer to me than gold and pearls, dearer than anything in the world!

The waterman realized that he could not console the boy with anything, waited until the child fell asleep, carefully carried him sleepy out of the water and laid him on the shore. Here the owner was waiting for the poor clothes, which the boy threw off before jumping into the water. The merman found pockets in her, filled them with gold and pearls, and disappeared.

The boy woke up and saw that he was lying on the shore near the water. He got up and got dressed.

And then I remembered about the water and underwater kingdom. At first the boy thought that he had dreamed all this, but when he reached into his pocket and pulled out gold and pearls, he realized that it was not a dream, but the absolute truth. The boy rushed home to his father and mother, to his brother and sister, and found the whole family in tears: everyone already thought that he had drowned. But there was no end to the joy! Moreover, everything in the house now became enough, because the boy brought from the underwater kingdom of scat pearls and pure gold. The family said goodbye to poverty, learned prosperity. The lucky ones built a new house for themselves and lived happily ever after.

The boy still went to the river to swim, but now he no longer swam in flood. And in general, he tried to stick to shallow water - the waterman could not get there.

And the merman returned to his underwater kingdom saddened. He thought that he had collected in his possessions the most valuable treasures in the world. And suddenly it turned out that people have treasures more expensive than gold and pearls. People have father and mother, brothers and sisters. And there was no one at the water one! He became sad and wept for three days in a row; from his sobs the shores shook, and the waves roared, as if in a flood. Then the merman went to inspect every corner of his kingdom - maybe somewhere special treasures were hidden, which had not yet come across his eyes.

Shepherd and three mermaids

(Macedonian folk tale)

A young shepherd pastured his flock by the river, on a green meadow between oak forests. And then he sees - three beautiful girls are swimming in the river. The shepherd looked at them, he could not tear his eyes away. “If I were closer to them,” he thought, “I would seize one of the beauties and take it as my wife!”

And the girls bathed, quickly put on their shirts - and disappeared.

The next day, before dawn, the shepherd drove the flock to the same lawn. The sheep began to graze, and the shepherd hid at the edge of the oak forest - he still wanted to be closer to the river and get a better look at the bathers. Well, as the sun rose, three girls appeared and entered the water. But the shepherd did not dare to approach them, he was afraid to frighten them away.

The third morning has arrived. The shepherd again hid in the bushes near the water. The sun rose, and the girls appeared again by the river. Young, cheerful, like clear stars. They quickly undressed and entered the river. And the shepherd thinks how to catch at least one of the young beauties! And he decided to steal their clothes.

No sooner said than done! The shepherd came out of the ambush and stole the shirts. The girls saw this, got alarmed, began to ask the shepherd to return their clothes to them - they promised a big reward. And the shepherd already understood that the girls would fulfill any of his commands, and said:

Let one of you become my wife! And if you refuse, I will immediately make a fire and burn my shirts, you know that. Whatever you want then get home!

“Everything is clear to us, boy, but only you should know that we are mermaid sisters. If you get married, people will start to scoff, so, they say, what kind of wife you have - a vodka!

- Yes, even a witch! - said the boy. - What an importance! I want to get married! Agree, otherwise I'll burn my shirts.

The sisters saw that he was not joking.

- Well, tell us which one you liked, but return the shirts as soon as possible - it's time for us to return home, we live far away!

Give me the little one! the guy answered.

Then the older sisters took him aside and said:

- Remember! When your sister becomes your wife, don't give her a shirt, otherwise she'll run away. That shirt is magical, it has all the power of a mermaid.

The shepherd remembered that advice, gave the shirts to the older mermaid sisters, and they disappeared. And the youngest late in the evening, naked, entered the shepherd's house. The shepherd made her wedding dress and soon married her. He began to live with his wife, a mermaid, in the whole world there was no woman more beautiful than her.

How long, how fast - a year has flown by. And so they invited the shepherd and his wife to the wedding of one of the relatives. At the wedding, women began to dance, only the shepherd's wife refused. Everyone began to persuade her. She replied:

“In your opinion, I don’t know how, but as a mermaid, you can.” Yeah, the outfit just doesn't fit. Ask my husband to give me a mermaid shirt for a minute. Then I will show our dances.

Well, the women began to ask the shepherd! And that in any - it is impossible, and only. Women are more pestering, damned, they ask! The shepherd yielded to them, went home, took out a shirt from a secluded place, brought it to the wedding, ordered all the windows and doors to be closed, and gave the shirt to his wife.

She dressed, entered the round dance and began to dance like a mermaid. Everyone who was there could not stop looking at the beauty. But as soon as the music stopped, the mermaid ran up to her husband, took him by the hand, and said:

- Well, now - be healthy, my lord!

And it was like that - flew away. The guy, like a madman, immediately jumped out of the house and shouted after her:

Wife, dear wife! Why are you leaving me! Tell me at least a word, tell me where to look for you so that I can see you at least once!

- Look for me in a distant land, in the village of Kushkundalevo, dear husband! she said and disappeared.

Soon the shepherd went on his way to look for this village. For a long, long time he walked and asked everywhere if anyone knew how to get to that place.

But everyone just marveled at such a name - they say, they had never heard of him! Having traveled all the villages and all the cities, the boy went in search of mountains and deserts. One day he met an old man in the mountains, standing with a stick in his hand near a hundred-year-old oak.

- But how did you, son, wander into my wilderness? - the old man was surprised. - After all, here the rooster does not crow, and people do not come here!

- Trouble has driven me, grandfather, - said the shepherd. - Please, be my friend, help - do you know where there is such a village - Kushkundalevo? Maybe in these mountains hid?

“I haven’t heard, son, that there was such a village in our area,” the old man answered. “I’ve been living here for two hundred years, but I haven’t heard such a name. What do you need there, boy?

The shepherd told him everything that had happened. The old man thought, groaned, and answered:

“I didn’t hear, son. Just don't freak out, move on. You will reach other mountains in a month - and you will meet with the second old man, my brother, the same as

I. Say hello to him from me, because he is even older than I am, he is three hundred years old, and he is the king over all the animals. Ask him well, he will help.

- Well, you sit here, - the old man answered, - and I will gather all the animals, I will ask them - maybe they know.

And he sent messengers in all directions. Soon all the animals gathered, rose on their hind legs, and bowed to the old man. And the old man says:

“Hey you, lions and bears, foxes and wolves and all the animals of the forest, I want to ask you something. Often you run past villages - maybe you know the village of Kushkundalevo?

“We have never heard of such a thing, Father Tsar! All the animals answered.

- You see now! - said the old man to the shepherd. - There is no such village on earth! Just don't be sad, and if you're not too lazy, move on. You will reach new mountains in a month, you will see the third elder there - he is the lord of all birds. Birds fly everywhere - so maybe they know where your village is!

Again the shepherd went on his way. A month later, he really met with the third elder, the lord of birds. The shepherd bowed to him, conveyed greetings from the two elders, well, and then he told about his misfortune - everything as it is, without concealment. The old man sent swift-winged messengers for his feathered servants. The day just passed - and a huge flock gathered - all the birds flocked to the king!

“Tell me, eagles and crows, big and small birds, does anyone know where the village of Kushkundalevo is?”

“Sir, you haven’t heard! the birds answered.

“Yes... Probably, there isn’t one, lad,” the old man said to the shepherd. “Even the birds don’t know this, but they fly everywhere!” Yes, and I have not heard, even though I have been living in the world for four hundred years.

And just at that moment a lame magpie flew up to the king. The king saw her and asked:

— What is this? Why are you so late? Later than all the birds arrived. Is this the order, forty?

- Why, I'm lame, sir! answered the magpie. And I’ll fly farther than everyone else - I live far away, in Kushkundalevo itself, father, - where mermaids live! When I heard that you were calling, I was completely ready, but after all, I am with the mermaids in the maids. Here the evil mistress took it and hit me on the leg. I could hardly fly from pain, forgive me, bright king!

- Heard, boy, what the magpie said? - asked the old shepherd man. - Well, sit on the back of an eagle, and the magpie will show the way.

“Thank you, sir, I will never forget you!” replied the shepherd.

And the old man ordered one of the eagles - the one that is stronger than all the others - to carry the shepherd to Kushkundalevo. The magpie flew ahead, and behind it was a shepherd on an eagle. We flew to the village early in the morning, our guy got down from the eagle and entered the first courtyard to ask where the three sisters live. Luckily I got straight to them. In an instant both senior mermaids recognized him. "Ah ah ah! How exhausted the poor son-in-law was, wandering through the mountains and valleys, the sisters thought. The older sisters came out of the house and asked - how did it happen that he did not heed their advice and gave the magic shirt? The boy told in order how the trouble happened, and began to beg the two sisters to return his wife to him.

- Don't worry! Your wife is here in our house,” the sisters answered. “Take this saddle and follow us.” Your wife is still sleeping. We will tie her sleepy to the saddle and tie her. You will sit next to her, and the saddle will rise above the mountains. Just remember: as you take off, your sister will wake up and shout, she will call her horse. You try, son-in-law, to get to the three cherished mountains by that time. If you pass them, everything will be fine, if not, the horse will overtake you and tear you to pieces: it is magical!

The shepherd believed the two sisters, tied his wife to the saddle, sat down himself, took off, and they rushed off like a whirlwind. Three mountains passed, and then the mermaid suddenly woke up, realized what had happened, and began to call the horse. The horse rushed across the sky, but as soon as he reached the mountains, his magical power instantly disappeared, and he had to turn back. And the shepherd got to his native village, took off his wife's shirt and burned it so that the mermaid's strength disappeared. Well, he began to live, to live with his young mermaid wife. And she bore him daughters - beautiful, beautiful.

It was from these daughters that all the beauties that are in the world were led.