“The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it...” - said the wise Ancestors, i.e. a lie is what is given on the surface (lie), and a hint is implied deep meaning images By this they wanted to convey to their descendants the idea that Slavic fairy tales are a memory, a hint of real events or phenomena. This is an image, the key to understanding the essence of things, one’s own destiny, purpose, one’s own inner world, which opens the way to knowledge of the external world, understanding of universal laws. That’s why, even in Antiquity, there was a phrase: “It’s a fairy tale, but there’s a hint in it; whoever learns, that’s the Lesson.”
Slavic fairy tales Only at first glance they seem simple. In fact, the Knowledge and Wisdom of the Ancestors is hidden in them. Thus, the famous “Far Away Lands” are 27 (3x9) Earths in the Yarila-Sun system. That is, the Ancestors had knowledge about the presence in our solar system 27 planets that modern astronomers are discovering step by step. In the tale of Sadko, Neptune has eight daughters. But Neptune is not only sea king, it is also a planet. Only relatively recently, scientists discovered eight satellites of Neptune, and the ancient Slavs knew about this from time immemorial.
“Ryaba Hen” at first reading seems to be a simple children’s story, and also not entirely logical. However, everything changes if you know that the Golden Egg is secret Wisdom, secret knowledge. It is difficult to obtain, but easy to destroy with a careless touch. And Grandfather and Baba are obviously not yet ready to accept the highest Wisdom. Therefore, they receive ordinary knowledge - in the form of a simple egg.
That is, Slavic fairy tales are a storehouse of information, but it is presented through images. And in this presentation, every word is important. Therefore in ancient times fairy tales passed down from generation to generation verbatim, without changes or additions. After all, any extra word could distort the transmitted information.
Very often fairy-tale characters animals became Slavs. This is understandable, because the whole life of the ancient Slavic Aryans was inextricably linked with Nature. Animals symbolized the Divine protection of the Slavic Clans. Their names sound in the names of the Halls Svarog Circle. The first ancestors understood the language of animals and birds well, so these characters very often act as magical helpers.
Tales and fairy tales were often not just told, they were sung and sung. Therefore, the child is lulled to sleep, the ancient singer was called Boyan, and one of the most archaic characters was called Kot-Bayun. “They tell the truth, or they lie...” - we read from A.S. Pushkin. Humming over the baby's cradle, the loving mother conveyed to him the ancient Ancestral Knowledge, which was perceived by the child easily and naturally.
Surrounded by the wonders of television, wireless internet, a miracle scale that can determine the percentage of muscle and fat in your body if you stand on it with wet feet, spaceships to Mars and Venus and other dizzying achievements of Homo sapiens, modern people rarely ask themselves the question - are there any higher powers over all this fuss? Is there something that defies even the complex? mathematical calculation, but is known by Intuition and Faith? Is the concept of God a philosophy, a religion, or something real that one can interact with? Are the legends and myths of the ancient Slavs about the Gods just fairy tales?
Are the gods as real as the ground beneath your feet?
Our ancestors believed that the Gods are as real as the earth under our feet, like the air we breathe, like the sun rolling brightly across the sky, like the wind and rain. Everything that surrounds a person is nature created by the Family, it is a harmonious manifestation of the Divine presence.
Judge for yourself - the Earth either sleeps, then wakes up and bears fruit, then falls asleep again - this is Mother of Cheese Earth, a generous fat woman, lives her long day, equal in length to a whole year.
The sun does not stand still, but moves tirelessly from dawn to dusk? This is red Horse, God of the Sun Disc, like a diligent groom, performs a daily jog with his fiery Heavenly Horses.
Are the seasons changing? They stand guard, replacing each other, powerful and eternal Kolyada, Yarilo, Kupalo, Avsen.
These were not just legends and fairy tales; the ancient Slavs allowed their Gods into their lives as relatives.
Can you just ask the gods for help?
The warriors, getting ready for battle, asked for help from the solar gods Khorsa (God of the Solar Disk), Yarilo (God Sunlight), Dazhdbog (God of Daylight). “We are the children and grandchildren of Dazhdbog,” claimed the Slavic men.
Combat Slavic magic is a gift from these bright, sunny, full male power Gods.
Slavic warriors fought only during the day, and the preparatory ritual consisted in the fact that the warrior, turning his gaze to the Sun, said: “As I see (name) this day, so allow me, Almighty Dazhdbog, to see the next one!”
Women turned to their Goddesses - to Lada, the Patroness of family and marriage, to the Mother of Cheese Earth, the Giver of Fertility, to Lada, the protector of Love and Family.
Everyone living according to the laws of the Family could turn to the Ancestor - Guardian, Chur. An expression has been preserved to this day - a talisman: “Keep away from me!”
Perhaps the Gods actually come if they continue to be called? Perhaps the legends and myths of the ancient Slavs are not just fairy tales?
Can you just meet gods?
The Slavs believed that Gods often come to the manifest world in animal or bird form.
Yes - yes, we're talking about werewolves. Numerous fantasy horror stories, to please the public, have distorted the original knowledge about these mystical creatures. In horror films and cartoons, werewolves act as spies, hired soldiers, and merciless night monsters. This is all a fascinating untruth.
Werewolves occupied the most important place in the spiritual life of the Slavs. Bears, wolves, deer and birds - all could turn out to be Gods who descended into this world. Even people could transform, but that’s not what we’re talking about now.
These animals were worshiped, they were considered the patrons of the clan, these secret teachings were passed down from generation to generation, traces of this have survived to this day. Here is a towel with deer, here are painted boxes with birds, here is the skin of a wolf - and all of this is still considered powerful amulets.
The very word “turn around” meant acquiring sacred consciousness and becoming a being endowed with enormous physical strength and supernatural abilities.
Chur, ancestor - guardian most often appeared in the form of a wolf. The cult of the wolf is still one of the strongest, surviving to this day.
Mighty Veles, God of Magic, Wisdom and Music often appeared in the form of a brown bear, Kolyada- in the form of a black or red cat, certainly with green eyes. Sometimes he appears in the form of a black shaggy dog or a black sheep. And summer Kupala often turns into a rooster - not for nothing on all the towels associated with the Kupala holidays - the famous Russian roosters. Lada, Goddess of the Hearth, may fly to you in the form of a dove or appear to be a white swan - in old songs Lada turned into the Swa Bird.
Svarog, God the Blacksmith, turns into a red horse in Yavi, so the temple dedicated to the supreme god of the Slavs must certainly have the image of a swift horse.
It is probably not without reason that in the most archaic northern painting - Mezen, the roots of which go back thousands of years, the main motifs are the horse and the bird. It is the spouses Svarog and Lada who protect and modern people from evils and misfortunes, bring love into the home.
That’s right, in the forest or even in the yard you could meet God – a werewolf, and directly ask him for help.
This is what the hero of the northern fairy tale did “About how Makosh returned Goryuna’s share”(publishing house "Northern Fairy Tale").
Goryunya is completely dizzy, he keeps thinking, if someone could help, if only he could ask someone. And then one day he went to collect resin. He cut one pine tree, then another, and began to fasten it so that the resin would flow into them. Suddenly he sees a wolf come out from behind a pine tree and looks at him very carefully, and the wolf’s eyes are blue, and his skin shimmers with silver.
“This is Chur himself, the progenitor of the family,” Goryunya realized and fell at his feet. - Father Chur, help me, teach me how to get rid of my evil lot!
The wolf looked and looked, then walked around the pine tree and came out no longer a wolf, but a gray-haired old man, but his eyes were the same, blue and looking attentively.
“I,” he says, “have been watching you for a long time.” Your parents died and went to Nav, your mother, grieving for you little orphan, accidentally took your share with her, and when she realized what she had done, she still suffers. But only Makosh, the goddess of fate, can help you return your happy lot. She has the goddesses Dolya and Nedolya as her assistants, only they obey her. You are a pure guy at heart, you are not embittered by your bitter misfortune, it did not break you, you are striving for happiness, ask Makosh what she decides, so it will be.
Thank you, Father Chur, for your wise advice,” Goryunya bows.
These are the tales they tell about a simple and understandable matter - how to get to know God and ask him for help and support.
So, after this, think about whether there is a God if he just walks down the street!
Perhaps the Gods never left, but simply live nearby, waiting for disbelief to cross all boundaries and the pendulum to swing again?
I wish you to find God - if not on the street, then at least within yourself.
For middle age children school age
POLISH TALES
King-man
Once upon a time there lived a peasant, Meshko the peasant, in a green forest. He was famous for his strength - he went to bears with only a spear.
He had three sons. The elders, the swineherds, considered themselves smart, but called their younger brother, Janek, a fool.
Meshko the man lived not richly. One day he had three loaves of bread, three pennies of money, three onions and a ham left before the harvest.
And it so happened that the youngest son Janek stabbed his leg in the forest and returned home. But there was no one at home.
Janek saw a woman walking along the road and crying, and the guys were trailing behind her. Janek asked the woman where she was coming from.
The woman said that their place was attacked by the king of the Scary Mountain, Bimbashi, who burned and destroyed everything. Those of the people who did not have time to escape were completely driven away by Bimbashi. She and her children escaped, and now they have nothing to eat.
Janek took pity on the woman and the boys and gave them three loaves of bread, leaving only a small bun in the oven.
Janek sees a warrior walking along the road. He walks on crutches and groans. Janek asked where he was going and why he was moaning.
The warrior told Janek that he fought with Bimbashi in a duel. He was about to win, but the damned Bimbashi hit him with a poisoned sword.
“Don’t worry,” said Janek, “go to Gniezno.” A famous doctor lives there. For two pennies she will sell you the cross-grass, and that magic herb will immediately heal your wounds.
Oh, I have neither red gold, nor white silver, nor black copper - I have nothing magic grass buy! - answered the warrior and wandered further along the road.
And Janek went into the hut, opened a painted chest, took out a canvas rag with pennies tied up, caught up with the warrior and gave him the money.
You, he says, are for native land fought. Helping you is happiness.
Janek had just returned to the hut when he saw them coming. good fellows, bows on your shoulders, swords on your belt. They are going to fight Bimbashi. Janek called them into the yard and gave them a ham so that the good fellows could eat and gain strength.
The warriors ate the ham, said thanks to Janek and went to battle.
Meshko the peasant returned from the forest with his eldest sons, Repikha’s mother came from the garden. The family sat down to dinner, but there was nothing to eat. There are only onions on the table.
Janek did not hide, he told his parents everything.
Meszko the man got angry with Janek. And the swineherd brothers jumped up, screamed, began to beat Yanek with sticks and drive him out of the hut.
We are smart people, we herd pigs, we take care of property! Get out of our house!
Janek went wherever he looked. On the forest path, Mother Repich caught up with Janek.
She kissed Janek goodbye, gave him the last bun, the last penny and the last onion. Janek said goodbye to his mother and walked through the green forest.
Janek walked all night, the day went on. In the evening he reached the edge of the forest, sat down by a cold stream, washed himself, drank water, took out a bun and an onion to eat. Lo and behold, the old man is walking, dragging a cat and a dog on a rope. Janek asked the old man where he was taking the cat and the dog.
I'm leading you to the flayer. “He will give me two pennies for their skins,” the old man replies.
Janek gave him the last penny and began to ask the old man to give him the cat and the dog. The old man took a copper penny and a rye bun and demanded another onion in addition. He took everything and left. And Janek pulled his belt tighter and said to the cat and the dog:
Well, gentleman, I apologize, I have nothing to feed you. Get your own food.
The cat meowed, and the dog began to quickly dig the ground. She dug a hole, raised her head and barked.
Yanek looked into the hole and saw there a twisted ring with a red, dusty stone. Yanek took out the ring, washed it with spring water, began to wipe it with a hollow coat and said to the dog:
Eh, my friend, I don’t need your find - I need a hut and a rich dinner!
Before Janek had time to say this, a white hut under a tiled roof rose right out of the ground in front of him. Janek entered the hut, and there was no one there. The table is set, there are pies on the table, fried geese and dumplings in a pot.
Janek guessed that the ring was magic.
Janek sat down at the table, had dinner himself, fed the dog and cat, and lay down to rest on the downy bed. Janek can't sleep! He keeps looking at the ring. He rubbed the ring again and said:
Stop, white house, eternal ages, treat the hungry, invite travelers to visit!
And immediately the birds flew off the roof, chirped, and flew to call the travelers. And Janek went further. The cat and the dog are behind him.
He walked and walked and came to a poor town. Janek went to the market to look for work. He looks, people in the market don’t sell, don’t buy - they just cry.
Janek began to ask people what kind of trouble had happened to them. And the townspeople say:
Oh, the trouble is that water is flowing! Bimbashi, the king of the Scary Mountain, is coming to war against us. He burned down all the neighboring cities and towns, drove away the townspeople and captured them, and killed the brave warriors.
Janek looks - a chariot is driving through the city. Heralds gallop in front of the chariot, and a small, old king sits in the chariot. The crown always slides down onto his very nose - it’s obviously too big. Next to the king sits such a beauty that even in a fairy tale you cannot tell about her beauty, only in a song. The braids are black, long, and the eyebrows are sable. Janek’s heart immediately began to pound, and he could not take his eyes off the princess.
People say to Janek: the king’s name is Gvozd, and the beauty is his daughter, Marmushka Gvozdikovskaya. So proud - whoever wooed her, she refuses everyone. Bimbashi fell in love with her, decided to ruin the city and marry the princess.
Then the heralds shouted:
His Majesty King Nail promised to marry his daughter Marmushka to the one who saves the city from Bimbashi!
The heralds shouted three times, but no one responded to the call. Marmushka sits, frowning angrily. The king was about to go further, when blond Janek came out, in a homespun, with a reed pipe in his belt, and behind him were a motley cat and an old dog.
“I will save the city from Bimbasha,” said Yanek, “only, King Nail, keep your word and marry Marmushka to me.”
Old Nail swore in front of all the people that if Yanek defeated Bimbashi, he would give him his crown and the hand of the beautiful Marmushka.
Janek called the dog and the cat and went out of the city gates. In a field where wheat was heading, he rubbed the red stone on his magic ring and said:
Let every ear of wheat turn into a warrior!
And immediately the ears of corn turned into mustachioed fair-haired warriors.
The red sun disappeared behind the forest, and night fell. Janek moved his army towards the enemy. Janek's army met with Bimbashi's army. They fought until dawn, and when the dawn broke, Bimbashi ran.
And Janek turned the warriors back into ears of corn and went to the king.
Old Nail was delighted and ordered Yanek to put on a royal red robe, lined with white fur with black tails. Other kings have ermine-lined robes. But King Nail lived poorly, and everyone knew that the robe was lined with an ordinary hare. And the crown, which Nail joyfully took from his head and put on Yanek, was not gold, but copper.
But whatever you say, Janek became the king and husband of Marmushka.
Old Nail began to raise chickens, and Yanek began to reign. But he was a man, and therefore he reigned like a man.
Janek himself took up the work and ordered everyone to work. And the motley cat and the old dog ran around the kingdom, watching how the work was going on. If anyone sat with folded hands, they immediately reported to the peasant king. Janek went to the lazy man, taught him to plow, sow, mow or forge iron.
The rich people at the court did not like the new laws, and most of all Marmushka.
Oldrich Sirovatka and Rudolf Luzik
Slavic fairy tales
Tales for Princess Nesmeyana
In the far north, where it is day all summer and night all winter, there lived a mighty king. And this king had a daughter of extraordinary beauty, only she was very sad: she cried from morning to evening. And from her wept tears a river was born, and that river flowed from the royal palace through the mountains and valleys to the very blue sea, only this river was very sad: the willow did not bend over it, the kingfisher did not fly over it, the white fish did not splash in it.
The king, because of his daughter, also fell into great sadness and ordered it to be announced throughout the world that whoever manages to cheer up Princess Nesmeyana will receive her as a wife, and half the kingdom in addition. And the sons of the royal family and people of ordinary rank came to him from all over the lands of English and Chinese, French and Moorish, they began to tell the princess all sorts of entertaining stories, they played jokes and played pranks, but all in vain. The princess did not laugh, did not smile, but kept crying and crying.
But one day, three cheerful wandering masters wandered into the northern kingdom to visit this mighty king. One of them was a master tailor, and he came from the west, the second was a master blacksmith, and he came from the east, and the third was a master shoemaker, and he came from the south. And they said that they would try to cheer up Princess Nesmeyana, who was crying incessantly.
“Okay, well done,” the king agreed. - I just don’t know if you’ll be lucky. And before you, many tried here, but nothing worked out for them.”
“An attempt is not torture,” said the tailor, and immediately, without any fear or embarrassment, he appeared before the princess and began:
“In our region, princess, there live Czechs, Slovaks, Poles and Lusatian Serbs. And they all know how to tell wonderful tales. And whoever hears these tales at least once will stop crying forever. Such is the power inherent in these fairy tales.”
Princess Nesmeyana looked sadly at the tailor and tears flowed like a waterfall from her eyes. But the tailor certainly didn’t see this and began to tell the story.
The first Polish fairy tale
About three sons of one fisherman
Once upon a time there lived a fisherman. One day he went fishing, threw a net into the sea and pulled out a fish with a silver tail and silver gills. And the fish said to him: “Let me go, fisherman, and you will catch an even more beautiful fish.”
The fisherman cast his net a second time and pulled out a fish with a golden tail and golden gills. And this fish also asked him:
“Let me go, fisherman, and you will catch an even more beautiful fish.”
The fisherman cast his net for the third time. For a long time there was nothing in the net and the fisherman began to reproach himself for letting him into the sea goldfish. But some time passed, he pulled out the net, and in that net there was a fish - with a diamond tail and diamond gills. And this fish said to him:
“Cut me, fisherman, into three parts, let your wife eat one, the second the mare, and the third the dog. You don’t eat anything yourself, but take out a seed from each piece and plant it in your garden. From every bone you have an oak tree will grow. And I’ll also tell you,” the fish tells him, “what will happen next: your wife will have three sons, the mare will have three foals, and the dog will have three puppies.” And if one of your sons dies, his oak tree in the garden will also wither.”
As I said, that’s what happened. Soon his wife gave birth to three sons, the mare - three foals, and the dog - three puppies. And they were so similar to each other that you couldn’t tell them apart: all three sons were like one, all three horses were like one, all three dogs were like one. Even the mother could not distinguish which of them was the eldest son and which the youngest, and tied ribbons on their hands.
Time passed, the sons grew up, and they were tired of sitting at home. The eldest son saddled the stallion, the older one, took with him the dog, also older, took the old saber from the wall, said goodbye to his father and mother and set off to wander around the world, gain experience.
He rode and came to a city. He looks, and in that city black cloth is hung everywhere. He thought about this for a long time and went to the inn to ask the innkeeper why the whole city was decorated with black cloth. And the innkeeper says to him: “Oh, handsome fellow, a snake has appeared in our city and eats a person every day. Tomorrow the turn of the king’s daughter will come, that’s why our city is decorated with black cloth.”
The traveler, when he heard this, began to ask the innkeeper when the princess would be taken away. The innkeeper says: “At seven o’clock at dawn.”
The traveler then asked the innkeeper to wake him up in the morning, when the princess was taken away, but he himself did not sleep a wink all night, he kept waiting, he was afraid of missing out.
At seven o'clock in the morning the procession appeared. And his horse is already fed, saddled, and the dog is prepared. He stood at the window and began to wait. When he saw that she was being taken, he and the others went, right behind the carriage. People began to turn home, but he kept driving and driving, and now the king and queen had already left her, only he remained.
Suddenly the earth shook, the princess said to him:
“Get out of here, otherwise we’ll die together.”
And he answers her:
“As God willing, so it will be.”
And he himself orders the horse and the dog:
“As soon as the snake crawls out of the hole, you are my horse, jump on its ridge, you are my faithful dog, grab it by the tail, and I will start chopping off heads.”
He ordered the princess to step aside and not interfere.
And the snake already sticks out its heads, all twelve at once, and crawls out of the hole. Then the horse jumped up on his ridge, the dog grabbed his tail, and the young man began to chop off his heads, so skillfully and dexterously that soon all of them, except for the one in the middle, flew off. Well done, he set to work on it, finally cut it off, only to fall down, weakened by the poison that flowed from the snake.
The princess saw this, went up to him and washed him in a roadside stream. And when he woke up, they decided to get married and swore to each other to wait until a year had passed and another six weeks.
The good fellow then dug out all the eyes of the snake, put it in his bag, buried the bag under the chapel, and went off to wander around the world again. And the princess got ready and went home. She was walking through the forest and met a forester. He asks her:
“Where are you in a hurry?”
Go ahead and tell him everything: how they took her to the snake to be eaten, how one fellow defeated the snake and killed it.
Then the forester says to her:
“If you don’t say that it was I who defeated the snake, I will kill you on this spot. And also swear to me that you will not leave me until your death. Now get ready, let’s go together to your father.”
But she didn’t want to go with him and begged him:
“I swore first, I can’t swear a second time.”
“Lie” among the Slavs was the name given to incomplete, superficial Truth. For example, you can say: “There’s a whole puddle of gasoline,” or you can say that this is a puddle dirty water, covered with a film of gasoline on top. In the second statement - True, in the first, what is said is not entirely True, i.e. Lie. “Lie” and “bed”, “bed” - have the same root origin. Those. something that lies on the surface, or on the surface of which one can lie, or - a superficial judgment about an object.
And yet, why is the word “lie” applied to the Tales, in the sense of superficial truth, incomplete truth? The fact is that a Fairy Tale is really a Lie, but only for the Explicit, Manifested World, in which our consciousness now resides. For other Worlds: Navi, Slavi, Rule, the same fairy tale characters, their interaction, are true Truth. Thus, we can say that a Fairy Tale is still a True Story, but for a certain World, for a certain Reality. If a Fairy Tale evokes some Images in your imagination, it means that these Images came from somewhere before your imagination gave them to you. There is no fantasy divorced from reality. All fantasy is as real as our real life. Our subconscious, reacting to signals of the second signaling system(in words), “pulling out” Images from the collective field - one of the billions of realities among which we live. In the imagination there is not just one thing, around which so many are twisted. fairy tales: “Go There, we don’t know Where, Bring That, we don’t know What.” Can your imagination imagine anything like this? - For the time being, no. Although, our Many-Wise Ancestors had a completely adequate answer to this question.
“Lesson” among the Slavs means something that stands at Rock, i.e. some fatality of Being, Fate, Mission, which any person embodied on Earth has. A lesson is something that must be learned before your evolutionary Path continues further and higher. Thus, a Fairy Tale is a Lie, but it always contains a Hint of the Lesson that each of the people will have to learn during their Life.
KOLOBOK
He asked Ras Deva: “Bake me a Kolobok.” The Virgin swept the barns of Svarog, scraped the bottom of the barrel and baked Kolobok. Kolobok rolled along the Path. It rolls and rolls, and the Swan meets him: “Kolobok-Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” And he plucked a piece from Kolobok with his beak. Kolobok rolls on. Towards him - Raven: - Kolobok-Kolobok, I will eat you! He pecked Kolobok's barrel and ate another piece. Kolobok rolled further along the Path. Then the Bear meets him: “Kolobok-Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” He grabbed Kolobok across the stomach, crushed his sides, and forcibly took Kolobok’s legs away from the Bear. Kolobok is rolling, rolling along the Svarog Path, and then the Wolf meets him: - Kolobok-Kolobok, I will eat you! He grabbed Kolobok with his teeth and barely rolled away from the Wolf. But his Path is not over yet. He rolls on: a very small piece of Kolobok remains. And then the Fox comes out to meet Kolobok: “Kolobok-Kolobok, I’ll eat you!” “Don’t eat me, Foxy,” was all Kolobok managed to say, and the Fox said “am” and ate him whole.
A fairy tale, familiar to everyone since childhood, takes on a completely different meaning and a much deeper essence when we discover the Wisdom of the Ancestors. Among the Slavs, Kolobok was never a pie, a bun, or “almost a cheesecake,” as they sing in modern fairy tales and cartoons the most varied bakery products, who are given to us as Kolobok. People's thought is much more figurative and sacred than they try to imagine. Kolobok is a metaphor, like almost all images of heroes of Russian fairy tales. It is not for nothing that the Russian people were famous everywhere for their imaginative thinking.
The Tale of Kolobok is astronomical observation Ancestors behind the movement of the Moon across the sky: from the full moon (in the Hall of the Race) to the new moon (the Hall of the Fox). Kolobok’s “Kneading” - the full moon, in this tale, takes place in the Hall of Virgo and Ras (roughly corresponds to the modern constellations Virgo and Leo). Further, starting from the Hall of the Boar, the Month begins to decline, i.e. each of the encountered Halls (Swan, Raven, Bear, Wolf) “eats” part of the Month. By the Fox's Hall there is nothing left of Kolobok - Midgard-Earth (in modern terms - planet Earth) completely covers the Moon from the Sun.
We find confirmation of precisely this interpretation of Kolobok in Russian folk riddles (from the collection of V. Dahl): Blue scarf, red Kolobok: rolls on the scarf, grins at people. - This is about Heaven and Yarilo-Sun. I wonder how modern fairy-tale remakes would portray the red Kolobok? Did you mix blush into the dough?
There are a couple more riddles for the kids: A white-headed cow is looking into the gateway. (Month) When he was young, he looked like a fine fellow, when he got tired in his old age, he began to fade, a new one was born, and he became happy again. (Month) The spinner, the golden bobbin, is spinning, no one can get it: neither the king, nor the queen, nor the red maiden. (Sun) Who is the richest in the world? (Earth)
It should be borne in mind that Slavic constellations do not correspond exactly to modern constellations. In the Slavic Circle there are 16 Halls (constellations), and they had different configurations than the modern 12 Signs of the Zodiac. The palace of Ras (the cat family) can roughly be correlated with
zodiac sign Leo.
TURNIP
Everyone probably remembers the text of the fairy tale from childhood. Let us analyze the esotericism of the fairy tale and those gross distortions of imagery and logic that were imposed on us.
Reading this, like most other supposedly “folk” (i.e. pagan: “language” - “people”) fairy tales, we pay attention to the obsessive absence of parents. That is, children are presented with single-parent families, which instills in them from childhood the idea that an incomplete family is normal, “everyone lives like this.” Only grandparents raise children. Even in full family It has become a tradition to “hand over” a child to be raised by old people. Perhaps this tradition was established during serfdom, as a necessity. Many will tell me that times are no better now, because... democracy is the same slave-owning system. “Demos”, in Greek, is not just “the people”, but a wealthy people, the “top” of society, “kratos” - “power”. So it turns out that democracy is the power of the ruling elite, i.e. the same slavery, only having in modern political system erased manifestation. In addition, religion is also the power of the elite for the people, and is also actively involved in the education of the flock (that is, the herd), for its own and the state elite. What do we bring up in children by telling them fairy tales to someone else’s tune? Do we continue to “prepare” more and more serfs for the demos? Or the servants of God?
From an esoteric point of view, what picture appears in the modern “Turnip”? — The line of generations has been interrupted, joint good work has been disrupted, there is a total destruction of the harmony of the Family, Family,
prosperity and joy of family relationships. What kind of people grow up in dysfunctional families?.. And this is what recent fairy tales teach us.
Specifically, according to “TURNIP”. The two most important heroes for the child, father and mother, are missing. Let's consider what Images make up the essence of the fairy tale, and what exactly was removed from the fairy tale on the symbolic plane. So, characters: 1) Turnip - symbolizes the Roots of the Family. She's planted
Ancestor, the most ancient and wise. Without him, there would be no Turnip, and no joint, joyful work for the benefit of the Family. 2) Grandfather - symbolizes Ancient Wisdom 3) Grandmother - Tradition, Home 4) Father - protection and support of the Family - removed from the fairy tale along with figurative meaning 5) Mother - Love and Care - removed from the fairy tale 6) Granddaughter (daughter) - Offspring, continuation of the Family 7) Bug - protection of prosperity in the Family 8) Cat - the blissful environment of the House 9) Mouse - symbolizes the well-being of the House. Mice only appear where there is an abundance, where every crumb is not counted. These figurative meanings are interconnected, like a nesting doll - one without the other no longer has meaning and completeness.
So think about it later, whether Russian fairy tales have been changed, whether known or unknown, and who they “work” for now.
CHICKEN RHOBA
It seems - well, what stupidity: they beat and beat, and then a mouse, bang - and the end of the fairy tale. Why all this? Indeed, only tell foolish children...
This tale is about Wisdom, about the Image of Universal Wisdom contained in the Golden Egg. Not everyone and not at all times is given the opportunity to cognize this Wisdom. Not everyone can handle it. Sometimes you have to settle for the simple wisdom contained in the Simple Egg.
When you tell this or that fairy tale to your child, knowing its hidden meaning, the Ancient WISDOM contained in this fairy tale is absorbed “with mother’s milk”, on a subtle level, on a subconscious level. Such a child will understand many things and relationships without unnecessary explanations and logical confirmations, figuratively, with the right hemisphere, as modern psychologists say.
ABOUT KASHCHEY and BABA YAGA
In the book written based on the lectures of P.P. Globa, we find interesting information about the classical heroes of Russian fairy tales: “The name “Koshchey” comes from the name of the sacred books of the ancient Slavs “koshchun”. These were wooden tied signs with words written on them. unique knowledge. The guardian of this immortal inheritance was called “koshchei.” His books were passed down from generation to generation, but it is unlikely that he was truly immortal, as in the fairy tale. (...) And into a terrible villain, a sorcerer, heartless, cruel, but powerful... Koschey turned relatively recently - during the introduction of Orthodoxy, when everyone positive characters Slavic pantheon turned into negative. At the same time, the word “blasphemy” arose, that is, following ancient, non-Christian customs. (...) And Baba Yaga is a popular person among us... But they could not completely denigrate her in fairy tales. Not just anywhere, but precisely to her, all the Tsarevich Ivans and Fool Ivans came to her in difficult times. And she fed and watered them, heated the bathhouse for them and put them to sleep on the stove in order to show them the right path in the morning, helped to unravel their most complex problems, gave them a magic ball that itself leads to the desired goal. The role of the “Russian Ariadne” makes our granny surprisingly similar to one Avestan deity,... Chistu. This woman-cleaner, sweeping the road with her hair, driving away dirt and all evil spirits from it, clearing the road of fate from stones and debris, was depicted with a broom in one hand and a ball in the other. ... It is clear that with such a position she cannot be ragged and dirty. Moreover, we have our own bathhouse.” (Man is the Tree of Life. Avestan tradition. Mn.: Arctida, 1996)
This knowledge partly confirms the Slavic idea of Kashchei and Baba Yaga. But let us draw the reader’s attention to the significant difference in the spelling of the names “Koshchey” and “Kashchey”. These two are fundamental different heroes. That negative character that is used in fairy tales, with whom all the characters, led by Baba Yaga, struggle, and whose Death is “in the egg” is KASHCHEY. The first rune in the writing of this ancient Slavic word-image is “Ka”, meaning “gathering within oneself, union, unification.” For example, the runic word-image “KARA” does not mean punishment as such, but means something that does not radiate, has ceased to shine, has turned black because it has collected all the radiance (“RA”) inside itself. Hence the word KARAKUM - “KUM” - a relative or a set of something related (grains of sand, for example), and “KARA” - those who have collected radiance: “a collection of shining particles.” This has a slightly different meaning than the previous word “punishment”.
Slavic runic images are unusually deep and capacious, ambiguous and difficult for the average reader. Only the Priests owned these images in their entirety, because... writing and reading a runic image is a serious and very responsible matter, requiring great accuracy and absolute purity of thought and heart.
Baba Yoga (Yogin-Mother) is the Eternally Beautiful, Loving, Kind-hearted Goddess-Patroness of orphans and children in general. She wandered around Midgard-Earth, either on the Fiery Heavenly Chariot, or on horseback through the lands where the Clans of the Great Race and the descendants of the Heavenly Clans lived, collecting homeless orphans in towns and villages. In every Slavic-Aryan Vesi, even in every populous city or settlement, the Patron Goddess was recognized by her radiating kindness, tenderness, meekness, love and her elegant boots, decorated with gold patterns, and they showed Her where orphans lived. Ordinary people they called the Goddess differently, but always with tenderness. Some - Grandma Yoga Golden Leg, and some, quite simply - Yogini-Mother.
The Yogini delivered the orphans to her foothill monastery, which was located in the thicket of the forest, at the foot of the Irian Mountains (Altai). She did this in order to save the last representatives of the most ancient Slavic and Aryan Clans from imminent death. In the foothill Skete, where the Yogini-Mother conducted the children through the Fiery Rite of Initiation to the Ancient High Gods, there was a Temple of the God of the Family, carved inside the mountain. Near the mountain Temple of Rod, there was a special depression in the rock, which the Priests called the Cave of Ra. From it extended a stone platform, divided by a ledge into two equal recesses, called LapatA. In one recess, which was closer to the Cave of Ra, Yogini-Mother laid sleeping children in white clothes. Dry brushwood was placed in the second cavity, after which LapatA moved back into the Cave of Ra, and the Yogini set fire to the brushwood. For all those present at the Fire Rite, this meant that the orphans were dedicated to the Ancient High Gods and no one would see them again in the worldly life of the Clans. Foreigners who sometimes attended the Fire Rites very colorfully told in their lands that they witnessed with their own eyes how small children were sacrificed to the Ancient Gods, thrown alive into the Fiery Furnace, and Baba Yoga did this. The strangers did not know that when the lapata platform moved into the Cave of Ra, a special mechanism lowered the stone slab onto the ledge of the lapata and separated the recess with the children from the Fire. When the Fire lit up in the Cave of Ra, the Priests of the Family transferred the children from the lapata to the premises of the Temple of the Family. Subsequently, Priests and Priestesses were raised from orphans, and when they became adults, the boys and girls created families and continued their lineage. The foreigners knew none of this and continued to spread tales that the wild Priests of the Slavic and Aryan peoples, and especially the bloodthirsty Baba Yoga, sacrifice orphans to the Gods. These foreign tales influenced the Image of the Yogini-Mother, especially after the Christianization of Rus', when the Image of the beautiful young Goddess was replaced by the Image of an old, angry and hunchbacked old woman with matted hair who steals children. roasts them in an oven in a forest hut, and then eats them. Even the Name of Yogini-Mother was distorted and they began to scare all children with the Goddess.
Very interesting, from an esoteric point of view, is the fabulous Instruction-Lesson that accompanies more than one Russian folk tale:
Go There, we don’t know Where, Bring That, we don’t know What.
It turns out that not only fairy tales were taught such a Lesson. This instruction was received by every descendant from the Clans of the Holy Race that ascended the Golden Path Spiritual Development(in particular, mastering the Steps of Faith - the “science of imagery”). A person begins the Second Lesson of the First Stage of Faith by looking inside himself to see all the diversity of colors and sounds within himself, as well as to experience the Ancient Ancestral Wisdom that he received at his birth on Midgard-Earth. The key to this great storehouse of Wisdom is known to every person from the Clans of the Great Race; it is contained in the ancient instruction: Go There, not knowing Where, Know That, you do not know What.
This Slavic Lesson is echoed by more than one folk wisdom world: To seek wisdom outside oneself is the height of stupidity. (Chan saying) Look inside yourself and you will discover the whole world. (Indian wisdom)
Russian fairy tales have undergone many distortions, but, nevertheless, in many of them the Essence of the Lesson embedded in the fable has remained. It is a fable in our reality, but it is a reality in another reality, no less real than the one in which we live. For a child, the concept of reality is expanded. Children see and feel much more energy fields and flows than adults. It is necessary to respect each other's realities. What is Fable for us is Fact for the baby. That is why it is so important to initiate a child into “correct” fairy tales, with truthful, original Images, without layers of politics and history.
The most truthful, relatively free from distortion, in my opinion, are some of Bazhov’s fairy tales, the fairy tales of Pushkin’s nanny - Arina Rodionovna, recorded by the poet almost verbatim, the tales of Ershov, Aristov, Ivanov, Lomonosov, Afanasyev... The purest, in their pristine completeness of Images, to me Tales seem to be from book 4 of the Slavic-Aryan Vedas: “The Tale of Ratibor”, “The Tale of the Clear Falcon”, given with comments and explanations on words that have fallen out of Russian everyday use, but have remained unchanged in fairy tales.