Sayings
The tale starts from the beginning, reads to the end, does not interrupt the middle.
Chur, do not interrupt my fairy tale; and whoever kills her will not live for three days (a snake will crawl into his throat).
On the ocean, on the island of Buyan.
This is a saying - not a fairy tale, a fairy tale will come.
Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state.
In the thirtieth kingdom.
For distant lands, in the thirtieth state.
Under the dark forests, under the walking clouds, under the frequent stars, under the red sun.
Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka, stand before me like a leaf before grass!
A frying pan from the nostrils, steam (smoke) from the ears.
It breathes fire, it blazes with fire.
The tail covers the trail, lets valleys and mountains between the legs.
With a valiant whistle, a column of dust.
The horse beats with a hoof, gnaws at the bit.
Quieter than water, lower than grass. You can hear the grass growing.
It grows by leaps and bounds, like wheat dough on dough sour.
The moon was bright on the forehead, stars were frequent in the back of the head.
The horse is running, the earth is trembling, the frying pan is bursting from the ears, the smoke is pouring out of the nostrils (or: the frying pan from the nostrils, the smoke from the nostrils).
Elbow-deep in red gold, knee-deep in pure silver.
It is clothed with heaven, girded with dawns, fastened with stars.
The duck quacked, the shores tinkled, the sea shook, the water stirred.
Hut, hut on chicken legs, turn your back to the forest, front to me!
Stand, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden is in front!
Stand before me like a leaf before grass!
Clear, clear in the sky, freeze, freeze, wolf tail.
Not in words (not in a fairy tale) to say, not to describe with a pen.
A word is not thrown out of a fairy tale (from a song).
Not for reality and a fairy tale chases.
The tit bird flew to distant lands, to si: the sea-okian, to the kingdom of thirty, to the distant state.
The shores are jelly, the rivers are satisfying (milk).
On a field-clearing, on a high mound.
In an open field, in a wide expanse, behind dark forests, behind green meadows, behind fast rivers, steep banks.
Under a bright moon, under white clouds, and frequent stars, etc.
On the sea, on the ocean, on an island on a buoy, there is a baked bull: crushed garlic in the back, cut it from one side, and eat it from the other.
On the sea, on the ocean, on the island on the buoy lies the white combustible stone alatyr.
Is it close, is it far, is it low, is it high.
Not a gray eagle, not a clear falcon rises ...
Not a white (gray) swan swam out ...
Not white snows in the open field turned white... |
The dense forests are not black, they turn black ...
What is not dust, the field rises ...
It’s not a gray-gray fog from the expanse that toils ...
He whistled, barked, with a valiant whistle, a heroic cry.
You will go to the right (along the road) - you will lose your horse; to the left you will go to live not to be.
Until now, the Russian spirit has never been heard of, has not been seen in sight, but now the Russian spirit is in the eye.
They took them for white hands, they sat them at white-oak tables, for tablecloths, for sugar dishes, for honey drinks.
Miracle Yudo, Mosalskaya lip.
To get dead and living water.
Baba Yaga, a bone leg, rides in a mortar, rests with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom.
I was there, drinking beer; beer flowed down his mustache, but it didn’t get into his mouth.
They began to live to live, and now they live, they chew bread.
They began to live to live, to gain mind, and dashing to get rid of.
I myself was there, I drank honey and beer, it flowed down my mustache, it didn’t hit, my soul became drunk and satisfying.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and I knit bagels.
Once upon a time there was a king of oats, he took away all the fairy tales.
I was there, slurping an ear together, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.
He began to live in the old way, dashing not to know.
Beluzhins served - remained without supper.
He began to live and visit, to chew bread.
When it fills (doskachet, live), then I will say more, but for now there is no urine.
I was at that feast, I drank honey-wine, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth; here they treated me: they took away the pelvis from the bull and poured milk; then they gave a roll, helping in the same pelvis. I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, I decided to wipe myself off, they began to fight with me; I put on a cap, they began to push in the neck!
I dined there. he drank honey, and what cabbage was - now the company is empty.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and a bunch of bagels for me.
Form start
Crane and heron
Russian folktale
An owl flew - a cheerful head. So she flew, flew and sat down, and turned her tail, but looked around and flew again - flew, flew and sat down, turned her tail and looked around and flew again - flew, flew ...
This is a saying, and this is what a fairy tale is. Once upon a time there lived a crane and a heron in the swamp. They built themselves at the ends of the hut.
The crane became bored of living alone, and he decided to marry.
Let me go woo a heron!
The crane went, - tyap-tyap! - kneaded the swamp for seven miles.
Comes and says:
Is the heron at home?
Marry me!
No, crane, I won’t marry you: your legs are in debt, your dress is short, you fly badly yourself, and you have nothing to feed me with! Go away, lanky!
The crane went home without salty slurping. The heron then thought about it:
"Than to live alone, I'd rather marry a crane."
Comes to the crane and says:
Crane, marry me!
No, heron, I don't need you! I don't want to marry, I won't marry you. Get out.
The heron wept with shame and returned home. The heron left, and the crane thought:
"In vain did not take a heron for himself! After all, one is bored."
Comes and says:
Heron! I decided to marry you, marry me!
No, crane, I will not marry you!
The crane went home. Then the heron thought:
"Why did you refuse? What's the point of living alone? I'd rather go for the crane."
She comes to woo, but the crane does not want to. That's how they go to this day to woo each other, but they never get married.
Yana Vasilyeva
Card file of sayings for working with children
What a fairy tale! Meanwhile, this folklore genre is divided into several more groups, one of which contains proverbs and boring tales. This is comic folklore for children. A fairy tale is not for the sake of a fairy tale, but for the sake of fun. Short, without the main action and completion, these works of folk art are created to make the little listener laugh and confuse. An unexpected deception is revealed after the first two lines of the tale, numerous repetitions, and now the children have a cry of discontent or a cheerful laugh. Yep, blew it! I give an example of some sayings. which can be used in your working with children.
1. Was it or was not,
whether it's true or not
Let's listen to what the story says...
2. Once upon a time there was in a distant kingdom,
In a distant state.
The girl is a beauty, a long braid.
She was sitting by the window
Yes, she told fairy tales.
old tales,
not short, not long.
3. The curtain opens, the fairy tale begins
4. Was it or wasn't it,
They just say that's how it was...
5. Here I open the gate, I start the fairy tale right away!
6. When it was - I do not remember,
Where it was, I don't know.
Only my grandfather told this story
7. To everyone's surprise, we start the performance
8. Behind the step there will be a ladder.
Word by word put neatly -
there will be a song.
And a ring for a ring - there will be a knitting.
Sit with me on the porch -
listen to a fairy tale
9. Everything can happen in a fairy tale
Our fairy tale is ahead.
A fairy tale is knocking to visit us,
Let's say a fairy tale - come in!
10. Because of the forest, grandfather Yegor rides from the steep mountains.
Himself on a filly, his wife on a cow.
Children on calves, grandchildren on puppies.
We drove down from the mountains, lit a fire,
Eat porridge, listen to a fairy tale
11. In a certain kingdom,
in some state
Once upon a time there was a merchant, a famous man
12. The book opens, the fairy tale begins.
About the bunny and the fox
and about all the animals in the forest
13. In a certain kingdom,
in some state
On level ground, like on a harrow,
Three hundred miles away
In the place exactly in that
in which we live.
Lived was...
14. Over the seas over the valleys
Not in heaven, on earth.
An old man lived in a village.
Wrote poems and stories
About the heroes of the good fellows.
And one of these stories
I'm ready to tell you
Dashenka-bbw
Went to a friend
And I heard a fairy tale
And she didn't visit.
Everyone knows the story
Very interesting
15. A beautiful chicken lived with me
Ah, what a smart chicken she was!
She sewed coats for me, sewed boots.
Sweet, ruddy baked pies for me
And when he manages, he will sit at the gate -
Tell a story, sing a song
16. Red song in tune,
A fairy tale warehouse.
Sit with me on the porch
listen to the tale
17. Friends! Don't be deaf.
We are given ears to listen,
Two ears and one tongue
To listen more
rather than talking
It was a long time ago, old people do not remember this, and they tell what they heard from their fathers and grandfathers ...
18. The book opens,
The story begins.
I open the page, I start to say
19. Who will say whether it was or not,
It is only true that he lived in the world ...
20. Yes, listen to the princes, yes, listen to the boyars,
Yes, the peasants are zemstvo,
yeah little kids
Yes, peasant women are arable,
Don't make noise - listen
I'll tell you old man
Was it a long time ago or not long ago?
It was or was not so - now no one knows about it. I will tell you what grandfathers told their grandchildren, and grandchildren told their grandchildren
21. Once upon a time there was a husband and wife.
Husband will take on jokes
And the wife for jokes,
What for the whole baptized world!
This saying is underway,
The story will begin after.
22. Red song in tune,
And our fairy tale is a warehouse.
The fairy tale is our fold,
And it will be sweet to listen to her
Listen, children, a fairy tale,
An interesting story
A wonderful fairy tale
23. A fairy tale teaches us a lot
Kindness, patience, kindness.
Fairy tale wisdom, knowledge light!
Fabulous sends you greetings
Let's start the show
Kids are surprised
An owl flew - a cheerful head;
Here she flew, flew and sat down.
Yes, she turned her tail,
Yes, I looked around.
And again flew, sat down,
She turned her tail
Yes, I looked around...
This proverb, the whole fairy tale is ahead ...
24. A new fairy tale begins,
Cooking porridge in the oven
Kashka will uprete - and the fairy tale will ripen
And this story will be...
25. On level ground - like on a harrow
Away from all roads
In a remote village
There lived an old man and an old woman
On the sea, on the ocean
On the island of Buyan
Vorkot cat lives
Goes to the left - sings songs,
Goes to the right - tells fairy tales.
Only this is not a fairy tale, but proverb.
Sit, wait -
The story is ahead.
26. A fairy tale begins, but it affects.
Listen carefully,
Listen and watch.
Look and remember.
They say that beyond the mountains
yes beyond the blue seas
The miracle island lies, on it the kingdom stands.
In that kingdom there lived a king,
The sides of that sovereign
27. Oh, guys, ta-ra-ra!
There is a mountain in the meadow
And on that mountain there is an oak tree,
And on the oak funnel.
In the morning he blows the trumpet,
By night he tells a fairy tale.
Animals are gathering
crow listen,
Gingerbread to eat
They sent a young woman
Under the hill on the water.
And the water is far away
And the bucket is big.
It's not a fairy tale yet proverb.
A fairy tale ahead
28. galloped Yermaks - golden caps,
Yermoshki came - silver legs.
We ate and drank - we ate onions,
A new fairy tale was requested
I will tell them, and you listen ...
29. I will kindle the stove, I will sit and sit.
And I'll tell our children stories
30. A fairy tale of adventures is composed
Responds to the tales of the past,
Doesn't chase past stories
Here the curtain opens
31. I'll tell you kids fairy tale:
Not long, not short
Not stupid, not smart
And magical, wonderful
32. Listen to everyone who wants to
I'll tell you a nice story.
There are no lies in this story
And if there is, then two words
33. Listen, listen,
I'll tell you a fairy tale
Long - long.
Good - super good
interesting - interesting
34. The light went out, now we'll see
As the feather of the firebird burns.
The curtain opened, the fairy tale appeared
Listen guys, a fairy tale in order.
Listen, don't interrupt.
What you see - remember
35. A fairy tale is composed of adventures, responds with fables of the past.
Starts from the beginning.
Please remember this rule.
And listen to the story carefully
36. This tale went from mouth to mouth
And, finally, it came to us.
Listen guys
37. The fairy tale begins, it is read to the end,
Doesn't break in the middle.
Remember this rule
And listen to the story carefully
38. Listen, good people,
What do we say
what they say
What stories are told
39. Listen, guys, a fairy tale
About something that happened a long time ago.
Beyond the seven mountains
Over the seven seas
In the thirtieth kingdom,
In the thirtieth state ...
40. Sit down to eat pies with cabbage, and listen to grandmother's tale
41. Birds flew from the sea,
They sat on our fence
The birds sang, the birds said
Songs and fairy tales, there were yes fables.
And the tit bird sat on a hummock
And talked about
Ivanushka and the Tsar's daughter
42. A fairy tale begins from the beginning,
Read to the end
Not interrupted in the middle
Doesn't chase past stories
Here the curtain opens
43. See who is rushing there?
I have already come to you
And many, many fairy tales
Brought in a basket.
I adopted one
Yes, I brought you
It's called...
At our Petrushka -
bell on top
And he is more fun than everyone else.
At our Petrushka -
bell on top
And a million stories.
Magic box opens
And the fairy tale begins for you
44. Crested laughers laughed with laughter,
When they heard the tale, they came running to us
Yes, they began to tell a fairy tale
45. An old man was walking along the path,
old lumberjack.
All hairy, knotty.
He carried fairy tales in a basket,
And where did you turn off the path
We didn't even notice
Haven't you met him?
46. This tale was once told by a woman to her grandfather,
Grandfather - neighbor, neighbor - godmother,
Kuma - a crow and a magpie.
Magpie could not live until she smashed it to everyone!
From her I know, and I will tell you
47. I am a cheerful Maybug,
I know fairy tales all around.
And now I won't refuse
Listen to one more
48. You probably won't believe this fairy tale. However, my grandfather, when telling her, always said: not everything in a fairy tale is fiction, there is truth in it, otherwise why would people begin to tell it? This story started like this...
- This is not yet a fairy tale, but a saying; after all, the saying before the tale that a verst sticks out in the road is striped; without it, you will not know how far you have gone and whether the path is still long.
- A fairy tale is told, porridge is poured over the stove; dripped through the oven, blurted into the pot; leaks, leaks, a good fellow walks from behind the stove on a pig in the saddle, girds himself with an ax, legs behind his belt: kneading an old woman. I told her: ergot in the old woman! - she grabs the stove from behind a shovel, whip me with a stove; I ran, through the trousers fit and tore.
- Chur, do not interrupt my fairy tale; and whoever kills her will not live for three days (a snake will crawl into his throat).
- I myself was there, I drank honey and beer, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth, my soul was drunk and full.
- A fairy tale starts from the beginning, reads to the end, does not interrupt in the middle.
- Not a blue-gray eagle, not a clear falcon rises ... not a white (gray) swan swam out ... not white snows in an open field turned white ... not black dense forests turn black ... that it’s not dust in the field that rises ... not a bluish fog rises from the expanse ...
- The tit bird flew to distant lands, to the blue sea-okian, to the thirtieth kingdom, to the distant state.
- On the sea, on the ocean, on an island in Buyan, there is a baked bull: crushed garlic in the back, cut it from one side, and eat it from the other.
- Until now, the Russian spirit has not been heard, has not been seen, but now the Russian spirit is with its own eyes.
- Sprinkle with dead water - flesh and meat grow together; sprinkle with living water - the dead come to life.
- It grows by leaps and bounds, like wheat dough on dough sour.
- Clothed with heaven, girded with dawns, covered with stars.
- Sivka burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me like a leaf in front of grass.
- Quieter than water, lower than grass. You can hear the grass growing.
- It breathes fire, it blazes with fire. A frying pan from the nostrils, steam (smoke) from the ears.
- From a valiant whistle the dust is a pillar.
- The moon was bright on the forehead, stars were frequent in the back of the head.
- The tail covers the trail, lets valleys and mountains between the legs.
- The horse is running, the earth is trembling, the frying pan is bursting from the ears, the smoke is pouring out of the nostrils (or the frying pan from the nostrils, the smoke from the nostrils).
- The horse beats with a hoof, gnaws at the bit.
- Under the dark forests, under the walking clouds, under the frequent stars, under the red sun.
- Sprays (trace) valiant, iscopyt (clods from under the hooves) Bagatyrskaya.
- Out of grace, it reaches the grass-ant.
- The duck quacked, the shores tinkled, the sea shook, the water stirred.
- Elbow-deep in red gold, knee-deep in pure silver.
- Fiction in faces.
- Not for reality and a fairy tale chases.
- Do not interrupt my fairy tale; and whoever kills her will not live for three days (a snake will crawl into his throat).
- A word is not thrown out of a fairy tale (from a song).
- A hut, a hut on chicken legs: turn your back to the forest, your front to me!
- Stand before me like a leaf before grass!
- I myself was there, I drank honey and beer, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth, my soul became drunk and satisfying.
- Stand, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden is in front!
- Here's a fairy tale for you, and I knit bagels.
- Clear, clear in the sky, freeze, freeze, wolf tail.
- Once upon a time there was a king of oats, he took away all the fairy tales.
- The story starts from the beginning. It is read to the end, in the middle it is not interrupted.
- Not in words (not in a fairy tale) to say, not to write with a pen.
- Not a blue-gray eagle, not a clear falcon rises ... Not a white (gray) swan swam out ... Not white snows in an open field turned white ... Not black dense forests turn black ... That it’s not dust in the field that rises ... It’s not a gray fog that rises from the expanse ...
- Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done.
- In some kingdom, in some state.
- In the thirtieth kingdom, beyond the distant lands, in the thirtieth state.
- The tit bird flew to distant lands, beyond the blue sea-okian, to the kingdom of thirty, to the distant state.
- On the sea, on the Okiya, on the island on Buyan, lies the white-combustible stone Alatyr.
- He whistled, barked, with a valiant whistle, a heroic cry.
- The shores are jelly, the rivers are satovy (milk).
- On the sea, on the ocean, on an island in Buyan, there is a baked bull: crushed garlic in the back, cut it from one side, and eat mokai from the other.
- On the field - a clearing, on a high mound.
- Under a bright moon, under white clouds, under frequent stars, etc.
- Invisible hat. Self-propelled boots. Tablecloth-bakery. Suma - let me drink and eat. Carpet - plane, etc.
- In an open field, in a wide expanse, behind dark forests, behind green meadows, behind fast rivers, behind steep banks.
- Gusli samogudy: they wind themselves up, play themselves, dance themselves, sing songs themselves.
- If you go to the right (along the road) - you will lose your horse, if you go to the left - you yourself will not live.
- Baba Yaga, a bone leg, rides in a mortar, rests with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom.
- Is it close, is it far, is it low, is it high.
- Miracle Yudo, Mosalskaya lip.
- Until now, the Russian spirit has not been heard, the sight has not been seen, but now the Russian spirit is in the eye.
- To get dead and living water.
- Thumb boy. Snow Maiden girl. Snow Maiden girl.
- They took them for white hands, they sat them at white-oak tables, for tablecloths, for sugary dishes, for drinking honey.
- Seven spans in the forehead. An arrow is laid between the eyes of the kalena.
- Sprinkle with dead water - flesh and meat grow together; sprinkle with living water - the dead come to life.
- Sword treasurer. Kalena arrow. Tight onion. Damask bastard spear.
- The pig is a golden bristle. The Little Humpbacked Horse. Sivka burka, prophetic kaurka. Zmey Gorynych.
In every word and turnover, it is not difficult for us to feel a special manner of storytelling. The stable habit of the storyteller is noticeable and clearly and firmly determines his attitude to everything that comes up. The narrator himself knew well the languor of a long, hungry autumn night and how little the cold dawn brings joy. This feeling was expressed in a fairy tale, as it was expressed in another folk work - in a song about a dreary autumn night “Oh, you are a night, a dark night, an autumn night ...”. Almost imperceptibly, bit by bit, in the style and meaning of fairy tales, their speech originality is shaded, but in the end it creates the impression of folk originality of fairy tales.
Fairy tales, in comparison with fairy tales about animals, open before us a world of other miracles. What you just don’t learn from fairy tales! The miracle begins with a saying: “It was a case at sea, on the ocean, on the island of Kidan there is a tree - golden domes: the cat Bayun walks along this tree; he goes up - he sings a song, and he goes down - he tells fairy tales ... This is not a fairy tale, but also a saying goes, and the whole fairy tale is ahead. A skilled storyteller from the very beginning promises an entertaining story. When storytellers do without saying, they find another way to immediately interest listeners. Fairy tales almost invariably begin with an intriguing opening: “In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived an old man and an old woman ...” or: “Far distant lands, in a faraway state, there lived a king with a queen ...”
Thus begins the tale of the seven Simeons. The king took to his service seven brothers, seven twins. They all have the same name - all Simeons and such daring ones that there are no equals. One of the brothers forged an iron pillar of twenty fathoms (and each fathom is the distance from the fingertips of one hand to the fingertips of the other), the second brother lifted the pillar and dug it into the ground, the third climbed onto the pillar - sat down at the very top and saw, “how and what is happening in the wide world, ”I saw the blue seas and how ships were dying on them with spots, I saw villages, cities, I even saw a beautiful princess in a distant chamber. The fourth brother built a ship, but not a simple one - he walks on the sea, "as if on dry land." The fifth managed to successfully trade various goods in foreign lands, the sixth was able to dive into the sea with the ship, people and goods, swim under water and emerge where necessary, and the last, seventh brother managed to lure a wonderful princess onto the ship. The skill and prowess of all seven came in handy - the brothers took the princess away and left the chase. Cheerful, full of incredible adventures, a fairy tale is an outright fiction. Therefore, at the end of the tale, the storyteller gave vent to a mockery: “I had a nag, wax shoulders, a pea whip. I see: the peasant's barn is on fire; I put the nag, went to pour the barn. While the barn was pouring, the nag melted, the crows pecked at the whip. There is no doubt that the fairy tale is a joke. Nevertheless, the fairy tale captivates with the dream of the unlimited possibilities of man.
In fairy tales it is often difficult to tell when the storyteller is joking and when he is serious. It happens that the storyteller remains serious even when he tells about the most incredible. For the bridge laid across the swamp, which made the path short, some elders thanked the good fellow - they taught him to turn into a fast deer, a hare and a bird. The skill was useful to Semyon (that was the name of the young man), but the Negro turned out to be an enemy - a crafty and cruel general. Semyon ran faster than the wind in order to bring the sword forgotten in the palace to the king in time, and the general appropriated the feat for himself, and pushed Semyon into the sea. The storyteller tells about the misadventures of a young man - there is not even a shadow of a joke or ridicule.
Semyon lives in the depths of the sea, he is bored, bitter, the sea king asks:
What, Semyon - a small youngster, are you bored here?
Boring, your majesty!
Do you want to Russian world?
Tsar Semyon brings Semyon twice at midnight to the shore and before sunrise takes him back to the sea. After returning back, the young man becomes even more bitter. For the third time, when the sea king brought him ashore, the young man said in despair:
The sun, show yourself, red, show yourself!
And a miracle happened. Before the time, the sun shone on the young man - the sea king could not carry him to the bottom. Simon returned home.
The idea of a person's attachment to his native land is conveyed in a fairy tale with noticeable excitement. The homeland is that sweet limit to which the hero strives with all his thoughts. In general, no matter what luck and happiness life promises in far-off lands, the heroes of fairy tales cannot imagine their existence without a homeland.
Fairy tales do not know irreparable misfortunes. They invariably put the heroes in the position of winners, make the listeners rejoice when the monster is thrown into the dust, and the villain is punished. The people who created fantastic stories dreamed of the triumph of justice, of happiness. Despite the intrigues of the evil stepmother and her evil-minded daughters, Khavroshechka becomes happy, the old man's daughter from the fairy tale "Frost" gets rid of death and returns home with gifts.
Not a single human offense remains unavenged, inconsolable grief in fairy tales can be dispelled, misfortune can be corrected. This is what they put together for the sake of magical, full of incredible miracles of history.
In another tale, according to Anatoly Vasilyevich Lunacharsky, "the truth is heard." This is the truth of the aspirations and expectations reflected in fairy tales ordinary people. Every fairy tale has its own truth - in the stories of Ivan Tsarevich, Marya Morevna, Finist the clear falcon, Ivan the merchant's son, Bulat the young man, the Frog Princess, Khavroshechka, Alyonushka, the good Martinka from the fairy tale "The Magic Ring" and other heroes fairy tales.
Often in fairy tales, a despised and humiliated person is granted prosperity and high dignity. Storytellers dress peasant sons in the clothes of kings, make them rulers, whom everyone loves with unfeigned love for justice and kindness. It is a dream of happiness and freedom of the common man.
The serious meaning of some fairy tales gave grounds for judgments on the most important issues of life. While in exile, far from Russia, Alexander Herzen wrote the article "The Russian people and socialism." It was published on French. The great Russian revolutionary spoke about the freedom-loving aspirations and struggle of the Russian people against arbitrariness and oppression. Herzen recalled a fairy tale about a slandered wife: “A very common fairy tale in Russia says that the tsar, suspecting his wife of infidelity, locked her and her son in a barrel, then ordered the barrel to be pitched and thrown into the sea.
For many years the barrel floated on the sea.
Meanwhile, the prince grew by leaps and bounds, and already began to rest his feet and head against the bottom of the barrels. Every day it got tighter and tighter. One day he said to his mother:
Mother Empress, let me stretch out to my heart's content.
My little tsarevich, - answered the mother, - do not reach out. The barrel will burst, and you will drown in salt water.
The prince fell silent and, after thinking, said:
Reach out, mother; it’s better to stretch out once and die ...
In this tale, dear sir, - Herzen finished his article, referring to one of the leaders of the revolutionary movement in Europe, - our whole history.
Whatever the story is about, the storytellers tell as if they themselves were witnesses of the events. The lively picturesqueness of fairy tales captures the imagination. Ivan came - a peasant son to the Smorodina River. It's midnight. The damp earth shook, the water in the river stirred, violent winds blew, the eagles screamed on the oaks. This is a twelve-headed miracle-yudo. All heads are whistling, all twelve are bursting with fire. The miracle horse has twelve wings, the horse has copper hair, an iron tail and mane. How can you not be scared, but Ivan, the peasant son, defeated the monster.
An owl flew - a cheerful head. So she flew, flew and sat down, and turned her tail, but looked around and flew again - flew, flew and sat down, turned her tail and looked around and flew again - flew, flew ...
This is a saying, and this is what a fairy tale is. Once upon a time there lived a crane and a heron in the swamp. They built themselves at the ends of the hut.
The crane became bored of living alone, and he decided to marry.
“Let me go woo a heron!”
The crane went - tyap-tyap! - kneaded the swamp for seven miles.
Comes and says:
— Is the heron at home?
- Marry me!
“No, crane, I won’t marry you: your legs are in debt, your dress is short, you fly badly yourself, and you have nothing to feed me with!” Go away, lanky!
The crane went home without salty slurping. The heron then thought about it:
"Than to live alone, I'd rather marry a crane."
Comes to the crane and says:
- Crane, marry me!
- No, heron, I don't need you! I don't want to marry, I won't marry you. Get out.
The heron wept with shame and returned home. The heron left, and the crane thought:
“In vain did not take the heron for himself! After all, one is boring.
Comes and says:
- Heron! I decided to marry you, marry me!
- No, crane, I will not marry you!
The crane went home. Then the heron thought:
“Why did you refuse? What is it to live alone? I'd rather go for the crane."
