Tell me, my little mirror, and tell me the whole truth...
How can you protect yourself from causing you irreparable harm? Having created a mirror, people had no idea that they had come up with one of the most mysterious things in the world. Over time, the understanding began to come that it not only can reflect our appearance or help to let in sunbeams...
Wherever mirrors are used: in fortune telling, rituals of white and black magic, in healing. Esoteric teachings claim that there are killer mirrors, mirrors in which the souls of people are imprisoned, and others can unexpectedly arouse passion in you... And all because only half of the aura of the mirror (and not only living beings have it, but and all objects) belongs to our world, the second - to the other world. That is why “magic glass” has unusual properties, which it is very reluctant to reveal to us. Over the many centuries that people have been using mirrors in their everyday life, only a few of them have been discovered. The most important ones will be discussed. But before we talk about them, we need to make an important note. Mystics and psychics believe that in the mirror we see not our reflection, as is commonly believed, but a mirror double - our copy living in the other world. By turning to him, influencing him, you can, with the help of this mysterious creature, influence your (and others’) appearance, the events of our lives.
What basic rules should be followed when communicating with “magic glass” so as not to get into trouble? Install and save good relationship With a mirror double, a simple rule will allow you to do this - never speak badly about your reflection. Looking at yourself in the mirror, teach yourself to always think and say only good things about it. Otherwise, everything bad (“I’m old”, “I’m ugly”, “I look completely sick”, etc.) can affect you in real life, and not just in thoughts. This is especially true for women, who spend much more time in front of the mirror than men. If you constantly gasp and lament in front of the mirror: “Oh, how bad I look!”, then you will set it a program for the corresponding negative adjustment of your appearance and health. Every time you leave home, you look in the mirror, out loud or mentally ask your mirror double to protect your home during your absence. This is necessary so that while you are away, influences, phenomena and entities do not penetrate into it. other world. Simply put, with this simple technique you are locking the mirror.
If for some reason you returned and then left again on business, you need to look in the mirror again and ask your double to restore protection. After all, by your appearance you violated it. The mirror double not only protects your apartment from unwanted invisible aliens, it also accumulates the power of your home. Look in the mirror before leaving for some important, responsible event, wish yourself good luck, and it will give you the portion of energy you need to successfully complete your affairs. In the mirror we reflect not only ourselves, but also our guests - invited and uninvited, friendly and unkind. All these people can leave their double in your mirror with some given program. At the same time, they can simply, while putting themselves in order in front of him, without any intent, think or say something in a whisper before starting a conversation with you or, leaving annoyed, utter some angry words at the end. Or they can, intentionally, charge the mirror if they know about its extraordinary properties. It’s good if this program is positive towards you, if you are confident in the guest who will leave you such a “legacy”. Wishing you and your home well cannot harm, but rather will bring significant benefits. But sometimes even completely ordinary words like: “You look bad today,” or: “The poor thing is probably unhappy with her husband!” can cause you harm. And even more damage will be caused by deliberately angry tirades or mental monologues left by you before leaving.
To prevent a negative program from starting to affect you, all mirrors in the house should be wiped with water, and several times a year with holy water. In addition, you can perform a burning ceremony. Take a candle, light it and first surround the mirror around the edge, as if outlining it with a fiery rectangle. Then, like a flaming brush, move the candle in front of it from edge to edge, gradually going down. If the candle starts to crack, repeat this procedure until the cracking stops. As already mentioned, it is much worse if your ill-wisher deliberately leaves you a program in the mirror negative impact. She can turn out to be a real time bomb, since almost anything can be programmed through her mirror double: from murder to madness, from betrayal to an accidental fire. One consolation is that this is not so easy to do in front of someone else's mirror, because the villain needs time... to concentrate and say the necessary words. But envy and malice are inventive: he can give you a mirror with a program already written in it. Especially if it is not a small mirror in a powder compact, but a large one in which you will be reflected in full length.
But, as has been established over the centuries, it is quite easy to get rid of such a program if you know that similar things can be done with mirrors. The gift must be washed with spring or holy water. If this does not destroy the negative program, then, in any case, it will neutralize its influence on you and your home. Everyone knows the custom of covering mirrors with cloth when someone dies in the house. You can hear different things about the history and meaning of this tradition, but only one explanation is correct. The mirror, belonging to two worlds at once, is an unusual door connecting them. A soul that has just left the body can confuse the roads, heading through the mirror, get lost in the mirror maze and remain in it forever. Even the involuntary capture of someone else's soul can greatly worsen your karma and bring troubles upon you both in this and in the next life. You should be very careful when purchasing an antique mirror. Antique mirrors are somewhat similar to ancient castles- they, too, can conceal in their depths ghosts and memories of long-dead people who were reflected in them in former times. The worst thing you can encounter is buying a mirror with the soul of a deceased person encased in it. As a rule, such a mirror brings not just troubles, but curses, and not only to the unlucky buyer, but to his entire family. IN such a case Neither water, nor fire, nor any magical rituals will help. Such a mirror must be broken as soon as possible in order to free the captive soul.
It is not difficult to recognize the killer mirror. And it’s better to do this before you buy, although the seller may think that you are a little crazy when you start doing what we offer you. But bringing such a mirror into your apartment is much worse than standing under someone’s bewildered gaze for a minute. What you need to do is this: light the candle, and if the flame burns normally, then everything is in order. If it goes out quickly, and every time you light it again, you can say with almost 100 percent certainty that someone’s soul is languishing in the mirror you like. And to make sure whether this is true or not, place your palm on the mirror - murder mirrors are usually piercingly cold to the touch. Not all captives of antique mirrors are so terrible. Many of them can have a positive impact. After all, there were good moments in the lives of the people looked at in them. And yet this effect does not need to be too long. Where, you ask, is the limit, the measure? Determining it is not so difficult: as soon as pictures of long-standing events from other people’s lives begin to unfold in your dreams, it means that you have fallen for this bait. At first it seems that there is nothing wrong with such a “cinema” - it attracts people, it is a window into a bygone world. But beware: over time, your consciousness will seem to split into two, and your character may change greatly. And don’t try to play with fire, thinking that now you know about the surprises of old mirrors and you can stop when necessary. Usually they understand that it is time to stop dangerous game then when it’s too late and you can no longer live without it, like a drug addict without a dose.
Thus, mirrors that have witnessed sexual fun in the past can store powerful erotic images, and they will begin to have an imperceptible influence on your behavior. As a result, you may be drawn to such adventures that you yourself will not be happy later. But there is a chance that the purchased mirror will give you an extraordinary sexual experience that you never dreamed of. Mirrors that capture scenes of violence and murder pose an unconditional danger. Especially strong impact they have an impact on children, causing nightmares and obsessive fears, distorting the psyche, programming it for cruelty. So think twice before buying an antique mirror. And if you really can’t live without it, try to find out everything you can about this “magic glass”. If there is no information, check it with a candle, clean it with fire and holy water. But even after this, do not calm down immediately, watch for some time to see if the behavior of your family members suddenly and inexplicably changes.
Zodiac 45,2004
From the world by thread:
It is forbidden for a woman to look in the mirror during her period, pregnancy or after childbirth, since at this time a “grave is open” in front of her. Let me explain: you can’t spin around in front of the mirror, looking closely at yourself. Moreover, you can’t twirl around naked. These days the energy is weak, and the mirror weakens it even more, opening the way to illness, misfortune and poverty.
If you suspect that someone is plotting evil against you, try to bring this person to the mirror. Take a look at your reflection together. If your suspicions are justified, his true feelings will appear on your enemy’s face for a moment.
You can go up to a mirror every morning (preferably the one in the hallway or living room) and pass your hand over it (the distance between the hand and the mirror should be 0.5 cm - no more) and ask: “Mirror, reflect all the bad things that are in this the house will come. Protect our whole family (list names)."
In connection with all of the above, mirrors in the house must be kept clean. They need to be wiped every week, and more often if necessary.
In the bedroom, mirrors are closed or curtained at night. And you can’t hold a mirror above the marriage bed at all. Many people like to hang a mirror on the ceiling above the bed - this will not lead to good. A mirror at the head is also unacceptable - you will make many mistakes in life. Treason is possible.
The last one. Mirrors should be in frames so as not to injure your energetic and physical health. Mirrors should hang no lower than the top of the head of the tallest family member.
I think every woman has a mirror. Anything, big or small, the main thing is what it is. So, take this mirror and put it under the bed before going to bed. Place it so that it is just under the place where the pillow is and the surface is down towards the floor, towards the ground. And feel free to go to bed. As a rule, literally on the very first day of lying with a mirror under the bed, your sleep begins to improve. You don’t have time to think that I’m setting up another unnecessary experiment, when sleep is already kidnapping you.
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Tale of dead princess Illustrations for the Tale of the Dead Princess
And about the seven heroes
The king and queen said goodbye
Prepared for the journey,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
He waits and waits from morning until night,
Looks into the field, indian eyes
They got sick looking
From white dawn until night;
I can't see my dear friend!
He just sees: a blizzard is swirling,
Snow is falling on the fields,
The whole white earth.
Nine months pass
She doesn't take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, right at night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Early in the morning the guest is welcome,
Day and night so long awaited,
From afar at last
The Tsar Father returned.
She looked at him,
She sighed heavily,
I couldn't stand the admiration
And she died at mass.
For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But what to do? and he was a sinner;
A year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married someone else.
Tell the truth, young lady
There really was a queen:
Tall, slender, white,
And I took it with my mind and with everything;
But proud, brittle,
Willful and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror;
The mirror had the following properties:
It can speak well.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful,
I joked with him kindly
And, showing off, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You, of course, no doubt;
You, queen, are the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
And the queen laughs
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes,
And click your fingers,
And spin around, arms akimbo,
Looking proudly in the mirror.
But the princess is young,
Silently blooming,
Meanwhile, I grew, grew,
Rose and blossomed,
White-faced, black-browed,
The character of such a meek one.
And the groom was found for her,
Prince Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word,
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.
Getting ready for a bachelorette party
Here is the queen, dressing up
In front of your mirror,
I exchanged words with him:
“Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
What's the answer to the mirror?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
As the queen jumps away,
Yes, as soon as he waves his hand,
Yes, it will slam on the mirror,
It'll stomp like a heel!..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I'll calm her down.
Look how much she has grown!
And it’s no wonder that it’s white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me: how can she
Be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I am more beautiful than everyone else.
Go around our entire kingdom,
Even the whole world; I have no equal.
Is that so?” Mirror in response:
“But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is more rosy and whiter.”
There is nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing the mirror under the bench,
She called Chernavka to her place
And punishes her
To his hay girl,
News to the princess in the depths of the forest
And, tying her up, alive
Leave it there under the pine tree
To be devoured by the wolves.
Can the devil deal with an angry woman?
There is no point in arguing. With the princess
Here Chernavka went into the forest
And brought me to such a distance,
What did the princess guess?
And I was scared to death,
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't ruin me, girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I will spare you."
The one who loves her in my soul,
Didn't kill, didn't tie up,
She let go and said:
“Don’t worry, God bless you.”
And she came home herself.
"What? - the queen told her, -
Where is the beautiful maiden?
- “There, in the forest, there is one, -
She answers her, -
Her elbows are tightly tied;
Will fall into the claws of the beast,
She will have to endure less
It will be easier to die."
And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king grieves for her.
Prince Elisha,
Having prayed earnestly to God,
Hitting the road
For the beautiful soul,
For the young bride.
But the bride is young,
Wandering in the forest until dawn,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the tower.
A dog comes towards her, barking,
He came running and fell silent, playing;
She entered the gate
There is silence in the courtyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing her,
And the princess, getting close,
Went up to the porch
And she took the ring:
The door opened quietly.
And the princess found herself
In the bright upper room; all around
Carpeted benches
Under the saints there is an oak table,
Stove with tiled stove bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
I know she won't be offended.
Meanwhile, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
I put everything away in order,
I lit a candle for God,
I lit the stove hot,
Climbed onto the floor
And she quietly lay down.
Lunch hour was approaching
There was a stomping sound in the yard:
Seven heroes enter
Seven ruddy barbels.
The elder said:
“What a miracle!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone was tidying up the mansion
Yes, he was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Make friends with us honestly.
If you are an old man,
You will be our uncle forever.
If you're a ruddy guy,
You will be called our brother.
If the old lady, be our mother,
So let's call it a name.
If the red maiden
Be our dear sister."
And the princess came down to them,
I gave honor to the owners,
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, she apologized,
Somehow I went to visit them,
Even though I wasn’t invited.
Instantly, by their speech, they recognized
That the princess was received;
Sat in a corner
They brought a pie,
The glass was poured full,
It was served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
I just broke the pie,
Yes, I took a bite,
And get some rest from the road
I asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the bright room
And left alone
Going to bed.
Day after day goes by, flashing,
And the princess is young
Everything is in the forest, she’s not bored
Seven heroes.
Before dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
They go out for a walk,
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse your right hand,
Sorochina rushes to the field,
Or head off broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar,
Or chased out of the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian,
And she is the hostess
Meanwhile alone
Will clean and prepare
She won't contradict them
They won't contradict her.
So days go by.
Brothers dear girl
Loved it. To her room
Once, as soon as it was dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Maiden,
You know: you are a sister to all of us,
All seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all be glad to take you,
Yes, you can’t, for God’s sake
Make peace between us somehow:
Be one's wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Are you refusing us?
Are the goods not for the merchants?
“Oh, you guys are honest,
Brothers, you are my family, -
The princess tells them,
If I lie, may God command
I won't get out of this place alive.
What should I do? because I'm a bride.
For me you are all equal
All are daring, all are smart,
I love you all from the bottom of my heart;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha."
The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched their heads.
“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us, -
The elder said bowing, -
If so, I won’t mention it
About that." - “I’m not angry,”
She said quietly,
And my refusal is not my fault.”
The suitors bowed to her,
Slowly they moved away
And everything agrees again
They began to live and get along.
Meanwhile, the queen is evil,
Remembering the princess
I couldn't forgive her
And on the mirror
I sulked and got angry for a long time;
Finally had enough of him
And she followed him, and sat down
In front of him, I forgot my anger,
Started to show off again
And with a smile she said:
“Hello, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But he lives without any glory,
Among the green oak groves,
At the seven heroes
The one who is still dearer than you.”
And the queen flew in
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Fool me? and in what!..”
She admitted everything:
So and so. Evil queen
Threatening her with a slingshot
I put it down or not live,
Or destroy the princess.
Since the princess is young,
Waiting for my dear brothers,
She was spinning while sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard with a stick
Driving the dog away. “Wait,
Grandma, wait a little, -
She shouts to her through the window, -
I'll threaten the dog myself
And I’ll bring you something.”
The blueberry answers her:
“Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog prevailed
Almost ate it to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come out to me." - The princess wants
Go out to her and take the bread,
But I just left the porch,
The dog is at her feet and barks,
And he won’t let me see the old woman;
Only the old woman will go to her,
He is angrier than the forest beast,
For an old woman. “What kind of miracle?
Apparently he didn't sleep well, -
The princess tells her,
Well, catch it!” - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread;
“Thank you,” she said. -
God bless you;
Here’s to you, catch him!”
And to the princess a liquid,
Young, golden
The apple is flying straight...
The dog will jump and squeal...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom,
Eat the apple, my light
Thank you for lunch."
The old lady said,
She bowed and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs into her face
He looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
It’s like a dog’s heart is aching,
As if he wants to tell her:
Give it up! - She caressed him,
Ruffles with a gentle hand;
“What, Sokolko, what’s wrong with you?
Lay down! - and entered the room,
The door was quietly locked,
I sat down under the window and grabbed some yarn.
Wait for the owners, and looked
It's all about the apple. It
Full of ripe juice,
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy and golden
It’s like it’s filled with honey!
The seeds are visible right through...
She wanted to wait
I couldn’t stand it until lunchtime,
I took the apple in my hands,
She brought it to her scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And she swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
I staggered without breathing,
White hands dropped,
I dropped the ruddy fruit,
Eyes rolled back
And she's like that
She fell head on the bench
And she became quiet, motionless...
The brothers went home at that time
They came back in a crowd
From a brave robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
Shows them the way. “Not good! -
The brothers said - sadness
We won’t pass.” They galloped up,
They entered and gasped. Having run in,
Dog at apple headlong
He rushed barking, got angry,
Swallowed it, fell down
And died. Got drunk
It was poison, you know.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in grief
Everyone hung their heads
And with the holy prayer
They lifted me from the bench, dressed me,
They wanted to bury her
And they changed their minds. She,
Like under the wing of a dream,
She lay so quiet and fresh,
That she just couldn’t breathe.
We waited three days, but she
Didn't rise from sleep.
Having performed a sad ritual,
Here they are in the crystal coffin
Young princess corpse
They laid it down - and in a crowd
They carried me to an empty mountain,
And at midnight
Her coffin to six pillars
On cast iron chains there
Screwed down carefully
And they fenced it off with bars;
And, before the dead sister
Having made a bow to the ground,
The elder said: “Sleep in a coffin.
Suddenly went out, a victim of anger,
Your beauty is on earth;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
You were loved by us
And for the dear one we keep -
No one got it
Only one coffin."
On the same day the evil queen
Waiting for good news
Secretly I took a mirror
And she asked her question:
“Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You, queen, no doubt,
You are the sweetest in the world,
All blush and whiter.”
For his bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, he jumps around the world.
No way! He cries bitterly
And whoever he asks
His question is tricky for everyone;
Who laughs in his face,
Who would rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
Well done.
“Our sunshine! are you walking
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring,
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Haven't you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her groom." - “You are my light,”
The red sun answered, -
There was no sign of Yatsarevna.
Know that she is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
I met her somewhere
Or a trace of her was noticed.”
Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
It's only been a month
He chased after him with a prayer.
“A month, a month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness,
Chubby, bright-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are looking at you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her groom." - “My brother,”
The clear month answers, -
I have not seen the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my turn.
The princess can be seen without me
I ran through - “What a shame!” -
The prince answered.
The clear month continued:
“Wait; about her, perhaps
The wind knows. He will help.
Now go to him
Don’t be sad, goodbye.”
Elisha, without losing heart,
He rushed to the wind, calling:
“Wind, wind! You are powerful
You are chasing flocks of clouds,
You stir the blue sea
There is open air everywhere.
You're not afraid of anyone
Except God alone.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” - “Wait,”
The wild wind answers,
There behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
There is a deep hole in it;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking
On chains between pillars.
No traces of anyone to be seen
Around that empty place
Your bride is in that coffin.”
The wind ran away.
The prince began to cry
And went to an empty place
For a beautiful bride
Watch it again at least once.
Here he comes; and got up
The mountain in front of him is steep;
The country around her is empty;
There is a dark entrance under the mountain.
He's heading there quickly.
Before him, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking,
And in the crystal coffin
The princess sleeps in eternal sleep.
And about the coffin of the dear bride
He hit with all his might.
The coffin broke. Virgo suddenly
Alive. Looks around
With amazed eyes,
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
“How long have I been sleeping!”
And she rises from the grave...
Ah!.. and they both burst into tears.
He takes her in his hands
And brings light from darkness,
And, having a pleasant conversation,
They set off on their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!
At home idle at that time
The evil stepmother sat
In front of your mirror
And talked to him,
Saying: “Am I the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You are beautiful, there are no words,
But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is redder and whiter.”
The evil stepmother jumped up,
Breaking a mirror on the floor
I ran straight to the door
And I met the princess.
Then sadness took over her,
And the queen died.
They just buried her
The wedding was celebrated immediately,
And with his bride
Elisha got married;
And no one since the beginning of the world
I have never seen such a feast;
I was there, honey, drank beer,
Yes, he just wet his mustache.
My mirror is light!
Shut up!
Don't say anything!
I'll powder my nose now
And I'll ask you a question.
Let's talk now...
My mirror is light!
Shut up!
Don't say anything!
Give me your eyelashes, I'll put on makeup
And then I will become more beautiful.
Let's talk now...
My mirror is light!
Shut up!
Don't say anything!
I'll put some shine on my lips,
I'll go for a walk in the evening.
Let's talk now...
My light...
- Shut up yourself!
Otherwise I'll go crazy!
Put on some perfume, put on earrings,
Rings, brooches and boots,
Jacket, trousers, and robe,
Only the bow is better at the back,
Skirt, shoes and tights,
Move! Idiot!
Come on, come closer...
Good!
I'm beautiful! No doubt!
Well, how old is the woman?
This is not known to everyone...
I'm almost still a bride!
My light, mirror, tell me,
Don't make people laugh,
Say everything directly, honestly.
Well, tell me, who knows?
What am I - 40? No one!
Only to my husband alone,
But he doesn't need it
Tell everyone about it...
I bloom in winter and summer.
And the mirror answered me:
- You are beautiful! No doubt about it.
It's just a pity that I'm getting old...
Old age has no limit -
You'll soon shrink completely.
This will be visible to everyone.
- Oh, you disgusting glass!
You're lying to spite me!
I'll quickly stop lying -
I'll knock and smash!
Look, what a fashion it has taken -
Tell me whatever happens.
You should flatter my eyes,
To prolong youth:
“You don’t have wrinkles, they say.
You look 20 years old"
Why did I buy you?
What would you tell the truth?
The mirror says in response:
- You're right, there's no doubt about it!
I got a little excited...
I don't understand how it happened!
We spun such lies.
God be with you! Let's fight
Don't bring this dispute to an end -
I want to live some more...
Smiled at me sweetly,
And she muttered under her breath:
- What will you take with someone like you?
How far is it from disaster...
I couldn’t resist this!
The blood boiled and boiled,
Sparks fell from the eyes -
I'll break it now!
But then the mirror cried out:
- Wait! Not everything is lost.
Stop being angry now.
I know how to make peace.
I know who is to blame.
How many watts is this lamp?
How many?! Are you crazy?
Where did you find her?
Need to change urgently
And blame the mirror
It will be of no use at all.
I smiled at him:
- You are reasonable, no doubt -
You know how to reduce years.
So the lamp is at fault?
Is there too much light?
So this is what it's all about?
Well, hang where you hung...
I'll stick a lamp on the side
I will love you too.
The master's work is afraid,
And not those who are just angry.
Shortly before bedtime -
And it's already dark outside the window
And it’s long past time to sleep,
But - "Owl", why hide -
Flying away for dreams,
She addressed with the words:
"My light, mirror, tell me
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?"
The mirror says in response:
"You are beautiful, no doubt about it.
Like a wave of soft bangs,
Hair flows like silk,
Light tan,
Velvet skin is God's gift,
Sparkle in the eyes, and laughter, and joy.
Just a little touch up left to do
And without missing a chance,
Maybe for a merry waltz.
Maybe happiness will smile,
And he will touch your cheeks
Let's kiss everyone more tenderly
The one who is dearest to you."
It was as if my heart started dancing.
These are seemingly simple words,
But with the desired magic
Fill life with fire.
And “Owl” is pleased with himself,
She danced freely like a bird.
And - already after midnight - the charter,
She went into dreams, flattering her temper.
The sky slowly brightened
The birds began to chirp,
The first ray shone,
Embraced the sky with gold.
People drove their cars out
They hurried to work.
Rolled rank by rank
The day is as usual.
Afternoon, stretched
Our "Owl" woke up,
Stroking the cat slowly
And her soul sings
For yesterday bright holiday:
She was so beautiful!
And having fun,
Places an “order” again:
"My light, mirror, tell me
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?"
What is the mirror's answer?
"You look a hundred years old!
You're bruised like a dog
What lives in a garbage can.
Tow whipped in hair
And swollen eyes
And around them - it’s unclear -
Mascara smudge marks?
Yes such beauty
Everyone bypasses a mile away.
If I had a nose
I would carry you here too
About your wonderful perfume,
That they reek of tobacco smoke."
"Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to spite me!
The day before - praises,
And now a scary woman
You put it on display.
Apparently he didn't open his eyes
And when you're asleep you talk nonsense,
And you want to make me angry!"
The mirror answers her:
"You were scary, no doubt about it.
If you don't believe me, get off the couch,
Take a look at what's in the bathroom."
There's nothing to do, she
Full of irritation
Throwing the mirror into the corner,
She crawled into the bath... Scared
The mind was such a game.
What to say about this move:
To shine with your beauty,
It's good to sleep at night.
The king and queen said goodbye
Prepared for the journey,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
He waits from morning until night,
Looks into the field, indian eyes
They got sick looking
From white dawn until night;
I can't see my dear friend!
He just sees: a blizzard is swirling,
Snow is falling on the fields,
The whole white earth.
Nine months pass
She doesn't take her eyes off the field.
Here on Christmas Eve, right at night
God gives the queen a daughter.
Early in the morning the guest is welcome,
Day and night so long awaited,
From afar at last
The Tsar Father returned.
She looked at him,
She sighed heavily,
I couldn't stand the admiration
And she died at mass.
For a long time the king was inconsolable,
But what to do? and he was a sinner;
A year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married someone else.
Tell the truth, young lady
There really was a queen:
Tall, slender, white,
And I took it with my mind and with everything;
But proud, brittle,
Willful and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was one mirror:
The mirror had the following properties:
It can speak well.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful,
S. joked with him affably
And, showing off, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You, of course, no doubt:
You, queen, are the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
And the queen laughs
And shrug your shoulders.
And wink your eyes,
And click your fingers,
And spin around with your arms akimbo.
Looking proudly in the mirror.
But the princess is young,
Silently blooming,
Meanwhile, she grew and grew.
She rose and blossomed.
White-faced, black-browed,
The character of such a meek one.
And the groom was found for her,
Prince of Elisha.
The matchmaker arrived, the king gave his word.
And the dowry is ready:
Seven trading cities
Yes, one hundred and forty towers.
Getting ready for a bachelorette party.
Here is the queen, dressing up
In front of your mirror,
I exchanged words with him:
“I am, tell me. the cutest of all.
All rosy and white?”
What's the answer to the mirror?
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
As the queen jumps away,
Yes, as soon as he waves his hand,
Yes, it will slam on the mirror,
It'll stomp like a heel!..
“Oh, you vile glass!
You're lying to spite me.
How can she compete with me?
I'll calm the stupidity in her.
Look how much she has grown!
And it’s no wonder that it’s white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me: how can she
Be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I am more beautiful than everyone else.
Go around our entire kingdom,
Even the whole world; I have no equal.
Is that so?” Mirror in response:
“But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is more rosy and white.”
There is nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing the mirror under the bench,
She called Chernavka to her place
And punishes her
To his hay girl,
News to the princess in the depths of the forest
And, tying her up, alive
Leave it there under the pine tree
To be devoured by the wolves.
Can the devil deal with an angry woman?
There is no point in arguing. With the princess
Here Chernavka went into the forest
And brought me to such a distance,
What did the princess guess?
And I was scared to death,
And she prayed: “My life!
What, tell me, am I guilty of?
Don't ruin me, girl!
And how will I be a queen,
I will spare you."
The one who loves her in my soul,
Didn't kill, didn't tie up,
She let go and said:
“Don’t worry, God bless you.”
And she came home herself.
"What? - the queen told her, -
Where is the beautiful maiden?
- “There, in the forest, there is one,”
She answers her, -
Her elbows are tightly tied;
Will fall into the claws of the beast,
She will have to endure less
It will be easier to die."
And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
The poor king grieves for her.
Prince Elisha,
Having prayed earnestly to God,
Hitting the road
For the beautiful soul,
For the young bride.
But the bride is young,
Wandering in the forest until dawn,
Meanwhile everything went on and on
And I came across the tower.
A dog comes towards her, barking,
He came running and fell silent, playing;
She entered the gate
There is silence in the courtyard.
The dog runs after her, caressing her,
And the princess, getting close,
Went up to the porch
And she took the ring;
The door opened quietly.
And the princess found herself
In the bright upper room; all around
Carpeted benches
Under the saints there is an oak table,
Stove with tiled stove bench.
The girl sees what's here
Good people live;
I know she won't be offended.
Meanwhile, no one is visible.
The princess walked around the house,
I put everything away in order,
I lit a candle for God,
I lit the stove hot,
Climbed onto the floor
And she quietly lay down.
Lunch hour was approaching
There was a stomping sound in the yard:
Seven heroes enter
Seven ruddy barbels.
The elder said: “What a miracle!
Everything is so clean and beautiful.
Someone was tidying up the mansion
Yes, he was waiting for the owners.
Who? Come out and show yourself
Make friends with us honestly.
If you are an old man,
You will be our uncle forever.
If you're a ruddy guy,
You will be called our brother.
If the old lady, be our mother,
So let's call it a name.
If the red maiden
Be our dear sister."
And the princess came down to them,
I gave honor to the owners,
She bowed low to the waist;
Blushing, she apologized,
Somehow I went to visit them,
Even though I wasn’t invited.
Instantly they recognized me by their speech,
That the princess was received;
Sat in a corner
They brought a pie,
The glass was poured full,
It was served on a tray.
From green wine
She denied;
I just broke the pie,
Yes, I took a bite,
And get some rest from the road
I asked to go to bed.
They took the girl
Up into the bright room
And left alone
Going to bed.
Day after day goes by, flashing,
And the princess is young
Everything is in the forest, she's not bored
Seven heroes.
Before dawn
Brothers in a friendly crowd
They go out for a walk,
Shoot gray ducks
Amuse your right hand,
Sorochina rushes to the field,
Or head off broad shoulders
Cut off the Tatar,
Or chased out of the forest
Pyatigorsk Circassian,
And she is the hostess
Meanwhile alone
Will clean and prepare
She won't contradict them
They won't contradict her.
So days go by.
Brothers dear girl
Loved it. To her room
Once, as soon as it was dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Maiden,
You know: you are a sister to all of us,
All seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all be glad to take you,
Yes, you can’t, for God’s sake
Make peace between us somehow:
Be one's wife
Other affectionate sister.
Why are you shaking your head?
Are you refusing us?
Are the goods not for the merchants?
“Oh, you guys are honest,
Brothers, you are my family, -
The princess tells them,
If I lie, may God command
I won't get out of this place alive.
What should I do? because I'm a bride.
For me you are all equal
All are daring, all are smart,
I love you all from the bottom of my heart;
But to another I am forever
Given away. I love everyone
Prince Elisha."
The brothers stood silently
Yes, they scratched their heads.
“Demand is not a sin. Forgive us, -
The elder said bow, -
If so, I won’t mention it
About that.” “I’m not angry,”
She said quietly,
And my refusal is not my fault.”
The suitors bowed to her,
Slowly they moved away
And everything agrees again
They began to live and get along.
Meanwhile, the queen is evil,
Remembering the princess
I couldn't forgive her
And on the mirror
I sulked and got angry for a long time;
Finally had enough of him
And she followed him, and sat down
In front of him, I forgot my anger,
Started to show off again
And with a smile she said:
“Hello, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You are beautiful, no doubt;
But he lives without any glory,
Among the green oak groves,
At the seven heroes
The one who is still dearer than you.”
And the queen flew in
To Chernavka: “How dare you
Fool me? and in what!..”
She admitted everything:
So and so. Evil queen
Threatening her with a slingshot
I put it down or not live,
Or destroy the princess.
Since the princess is young,
Waiting for my dear brothers,
She was spinning while sitting under the window.
Suddenly angrily under the porch
The dog barked and the girl
Sees: beggar blueberry
Walks around the yard with a stick
Driving the dog away. “Wait,
Grandma, wait a little, -
She shouts to her through the window, -
I'll threaten the dog myself
And I’ll bring you something.”
The blueberry answers her:
“Oh, you little girl!
The damned dog prevailed
Almost ate it to death.
Look how busy he is!
Come out to me.” - The princess wants
Go out to her and take the bread,
But I just left the porch,
The dog is at her feet and barks,
And he won’t let me see the old woman;
Only the old woman will go to her,
He is angrier than the forest beast,
For an old woman. “What kind of miracle?
Apparently he didn't sleep well, -
The princess tells her,
Well, catch it!” - and the bread flies.
The old woman caught the bread;
“Thank you,” she said.
God bless you;
Here’s to you, catch him!”
And to the princess a liquid,
Young, golden
The apple is flying straight...
The dog will jump and squeal...
But the princess in both hands
Grab - caught. "For the sake of boredom,
Eat an apple, my light.
Thank you for lunch."
The old lady said,
She bowed and disappeared...
And from the princess to the porch
The dog runs into her face
He looks pitifully, howls menacingly,
It’s like a dog’s heart is aching,
As if he wants to tell her:
Give it up! - She caressed him,
Ruffles with a gentle hand;
“What, Sokolko, what’s wrong with you?
Lay down! - and entered the room,
The door was quietly locked,
I sat down under the window and grabbed some yarn.
Wait for the owners, and looked
All for the apple. It
Full of ripe juice,
So fresh and so fragrant
So ruddy and golden
It’s like it’s filled with honey!
The seeds are visible right through...
She wanted to wait
I couldn’t stand it until lunchtime,
I took the apple in my hands,
She brought it to her scarlet lips,
Slowly bit through
And she swallowed a piece...
Suddenly she, my soul,
I staggered without breathing,
White hands dropped,
I dropped the ruddy fruit,
Eyes rolled back
And she's like that
She fell head on the bench
And she became quiet, motionless...
The brothers went home at that time
They came back in a crowd
From a brave robbery.
To meet them, howling menacingly,
The dog runs to the yard
Shows them the way. “Not good! -
The brothers said - sadness
We won’t pass.” They galloped up,
They entered and gasped. Having run in,
Dog at apple headlong
He rushed barking, got angry,
Swallowed it, fell down
And died. Got drunk
It was poison, you know.
Before the dead princess
Brothers in grief
Everyone hung their heads
And with the holy prayer
They lifted me from the bench, dressed me,
They wanted to bury her
And they changed their minds. She,
Like under the wing of a dream,
She lay so quiet and fresh,
That she just couldn’t breathe.
We waited three days, but she
Didn't rise from sleep.
Having performed a sad ritual,
Here they are in the crystal coffin
Young princess corpse
They laid it down - and in a crowd
They carried me to an empty mountain,
And at midnight
Her coffin to six pillars
On cast iron chains there
Screwed down carefully
And they fenced it off with bars;
And, before the dead sister
Having made a bow to the ground,
The elder said: “Sleep in a coffin.
Suddenly went out, a victim of anger,
Your beauty is on earth;
Heaven will receive your spirit.
You were loved by us
And for the dear one we keep -
No one got it
Only one coffin."
On the same day the evil queen
Waiting for good news
Secretly I took a mirror
And she asked her question:
“Am I, tell me, the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You, queen, no doubt,
You are the sweetest in the world,
All blush and whiter.”
For his bride
Prince Elisha
Meanwhile, he jumps around the world.
No way! He cries bitterly
And whoever he asks
His question is tricky for everyone;
Who laughs in his face,
Who would rather turn away;
To the red sun at last
Well done.
“Our sunshine! are you walking
All year round in the sky, you drive
Winter with warm spring,
You see us all below you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Haven't you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” “You are my light,”
The red sun answered, -
I haven't seen the princess.
Know that she is no longer alive.
Is it a month, my neighbor,
I met her somewhere
Or a trace of her was noticed.”
Dark Night Elisha
He waited in his anguish.
It's only been a month
He chased after him with a prayer.
“A month, a month, my friend,
Gilded horn!
You rise in deep darkness,
Chubby, bright-eyed,
And, loving your custom,
The stars are looking at you.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I am her fiancé.” “My brother,”
The month is clear, -
I have not seen the red maiden.
I stand on guard
Just in my turn.
The princess can be seen without me
I ran through.” - “What a shame!” -
The prince answered.
The clear month continued:
“Wait; about her, perhaps
The wind knows. He will help.
Now go to him
Don’t be sad, goodbye.”
Elisha, without losing heart,
He rushed to the wind, calling:
“Wind, wind! You are powerful
You are chasing flocks of clouds,
You stir the blue sea
There is open air everywhere.
You're not afraid of anyone
Except God alone.
Al will you refuse me an answer?
Have you seen anywhere in the world
Are you young princess?
I’m her fiancé.” “Wait,”
The wild wind answers, -
There behind the quiet river
There is a high mountain
There is a deep hole in it;
In that hole, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking
On chains between pillars.
No traces of anyone to be seen
Around that empty place
Your bride is in that coffin.”
The wind ran away.
The prince began to cry
And went to an empty place
For a beautiful bride
Watch it again at least once.
Here he comes; and got up
The mountain in front of him is steep;
The country around her is empty;
There is a dark entrance under the mountain.
He's heading there quickly.
Before him, in the sad darkness,
The crystal coffin is rocking,
And in the crystal coffin
The princess sleeps in eternal sleep.
And about the coffin of the dear bride
He hit with all his might.
The coffin broke. Virgo suddenly
Alive. Looks around
With amazed eyes,
And, swinging over the chains,
Sighing, she said:
“How long have I been sleeping!”
And she rises from the grave...
Ah!.. and they both burst into tears.
He takes her in his hands
And brings light from darkness,
And, having a pleasant conversation,
They set off on their way back,
And the rumor is already trumpeting:
The royal daughter is alive!
At home idle at that time
The evil stepmother sat
In front of your mirror
And talked to him,
Saying: “I am the cutest of all,
All rosy and white?”
And I heard in response:
“You are beautiful, there are no words,
But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is redder and whiter.”
The evil stepmother jumped up,
Breaking a mirror on the floor
I ran straight to the door
And I met the princess.
Then sadness took over her,
And the queen died.
They just buried her
The wedding was celebrated immediately,
And with his bride
Elisha got married;
And no one since the beginning of the world
I have never seen such a feast;
I was there, honey, drank beer,
Yes, he just wet his mustache.
Analysis of “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights”
Pushkin claimed that the plot of “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights” was based on a folk tale that he recorded in 1824 from the words of his nanny. The poet supplemented his work with details from other Russian (“Morozko”) and foreign (“Snegurochka”) fairy tales. As a result, in 1833 the original original work, which has its own plot and instructive meaning.
In the fairy tale there is a clear division of characters into good and evil. Most of the main characters are positive. Negative ones include the evil queen and Chernavka. But the latter takes the side of evil not of her own free will, but out of fear of punishment. In her heart she loves the poor princess and tries to help her as much as possible. Chernavka does not bind the princess, but simply releases her on all four sides. This episode shows that despite the apparent power of evil, positive characters Human kindness and compassion always come to the rescue.
Pushkin vividly describes the image of an evil stepmother. In her characterization one immediately feels the inevitability of some kind of tragedy. The young queen shines with beauty, but is distinguished by excessive pride and jealousy. She is completely indifferent to others and is concerned only with her own superiority. The queen has no friends or just close people. Her constant companion is a mirror that magically talking. But all the conversations of the favorite toy are devoted to one topic - the beauty of its owner. The queen will not tolerate words of truth even from a mirror. She becomes furious when she learns about her stepdaughter's beauty. The first time she throws the mirror into a corner, the second time she breaks it in impotent anger.
The young princess personifies the ideal of female beauty, kindness and fidelity. She treats everyone equally well and does not suspect deception from the “beggar monk.” Even having lost all hope of returning home, she remains faithful to her betrothed husband.
Prince Elisha symbolizes the fortress male love and devotion. In search of a bride, he is ready to travel around the world. Threefold appeal to natural forces (sun, month and wind) has ancient national roots. It means an incredibly long and difficult search for the truth.
The happy ending of a fairy tale symbolizes the victory of good over evil. Moreover, this victory went to the main characters exclusively for positive qualities. The tale does not contain a traditional decisive battle or a picture of the punishment of villains. The queen herself dies from “longing.” The wedding of the princess and Elisha is a triumph of happiness and justice.
Working out karma according to Pushkin
Several years ago, here, as well as throughout the world, the book “The Da Vinci Code” was very popular.
We read it enthusiastically, without thinking at all that there was a phenomenon of a completely different scale and order - the Pushkin code. What secret knowledge was revealed to the great poet?
PUSHKIN: ESOTERIC OR PROVOCATOR?
Since my childhood, I have been fascinated by Pushkin’s fairy tales and could re-read them several times, admiring first the plot and ease of style, and later - hidden meaning, countless secret information... What can I say - a genius!
Who is he? Who and how conveyed to him esoteric knowledge about the laws of the universe and the nature of human relationships? What did Pushkin know about the power - and sometimes treachery - of mirrors? Why does he so often repeat in one of the fairy tales this easy-to-remember and at the same time such a vicious phrase - “My light, mirror! Tell..."?
... AM I THE CUTEST IN THE WORLD?
For me, “The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Knights” is one of the most esoteric and deepest: it talks about the ego, about magical power mirrors, about growth and development, about a woman’s revelation of her true nature, her awakening, about a man and the strengthening of his character, about a man and a woman - their relationship, and also about much more - what you need to know about, you just have to look closely. ..
The king and queen said goodbye
Prepared for the journey,
And the queen at the window
She sat down to wait for him alone.
He waits and waits from morning until night,
Looks into the field, indian eyes
They got sick looking
From white dawn until night;
I can't see my dear friend!
He just sees: a blizzard is swirling,
Snow is falling on the fields,
The whole white earth.
Nine months pass
She doesn't take her eyes off the field.
Who was this woman? What kind of will and humility are needed to spend nine months like this... Or, on the contrary, what kind of emptiness there must be inside her if nothing interested her - she didn’t draw, didn’t read, didn’t dance, didn’t cook, at worst, she did not govern the state without her husband in order to maintain his power... Her death is inevitable. The meaning of her life is her husband, even her daughter did not become a reason for her to live on... You can already imagine what kind of karma her husband had to work off, and what, as a result, his next wife should be like - according to the law of karma.
The year has passed like an empty dream,
The king married someone else.
Tell the truth, young lady
There really was a queen:
Tall, slender, white,
And I took it with my mind and with everything;
But proud, brittle,
Willful and jealous.
She was given as a dowry
There was only one mirror...
But each of us has our own mirror, received as an inheritance, as a dowry, that is, inherited from our family tree. And it doesn’t matter whether you are a man or a woman, because each of us has a feminine element (just like a masculine one). And Pushkin probably knew about this. But let's return to the queen and her magical “glass”.
The mirror had the following properties:
It can speak well.
She was alone with him
Good-natured, cheerful,
I joked with him kindly
And, showing off, she said:
“My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth:
Am I the sweetest in the world,
All rosy and white?”
And the mirror answered her:
“You, of course, no doubt:
You, queen, are the sweetest of all,
All blush and whiter.”
Almost every one of us had such a period of self-admiration and the feeling that I was on top of my game or that I could handle any task. This continues until we “fall asleep” in our development, and then someone appears in our space who haunts us.
But the princess is young,
Silently blooming,
Meanwhile, I grew, grew,
She rose and blossomed...
And so our mirror, depending on personal karma and family, is transformed into the most optimal one for our development... According to Pushkin, such a “fateful” mirror for the young princess belonged to another person altogether - her stepmother.
And the mirror answered her:
“But the princess is still sweeter,
Everything is more rosy and white.”
There is nothing to do. She,
Full of black envy
Throwing the mirror under the bench,
She called Chernavka to her place
And punishes her
To his hay girl,
News to the princess in the depths of the forest
And, tying her up, alive
Leave it there under the pine tree
To be devoured by the wolves...
It is difficult to say what would have happened to the young princess if not for this mirror and the wayward character of the stepmother... After all, it was thanks to them that the scenario necessary for the young princess unfolded. During this time she was able in a kind of training personal growth accept yourself, that is, come into a state of harmony with your nature. Remember the house of seven heroes - this is not random number. The princess was able to open all seven energy centers (chakras) both at the entrance and at the exit, Pushkin clearly writes about this.
Brothers dear girl
Loved it. To her room
Once, as soon as it was dawn,
All seven of them entered.
The elder said to her: “Maiden,
You know: you are a sister to all of us,
All seven of us, you
We all love for ourselves
We would all be glad to take you,
Yes, you can’t, for God’s sake
Make peace between us somehow:
Be one's wife
To the rest, affectionate sister."
But her path is different, she cannot serve only one of the centers - material or spiritual:
What should I do? because I'm a bride.
For me you are all equal
All are daring, all are smart,
I love you all from the bottom of my heart;
But to another I am forever
Imagine what kind of inner spiritual wisdom and power of speech the princess must have had so that, having heard a refusal,
The suitors bowed to her,
Slowly they moved away
And everything agrees again
They began to live and live...
The question is, what did her stepmother spend her strength and energy on? Why did the external side of life interest her more than anything else, so much so that she did not stop even before murder?! Pushkin did not tell us the life story of his stepmother, we do not know from whom she got such an insidious mirror and why it was not similar, for example, to the Macedonian mirror, in which the legendary commander saw what was, what is and what will be, but this, where the future is not visible, and there is a continuous provocation to commit a crime...
The theme of a man and a woman in this fairy tale is revealed in a special way. Who was this king who almost never appears in the fairy tale? He left his pregnant wife, returned to the birth of his daughter, immediately buried his wife, soon found a new one, but even with her he hardly appeared in the plot, except that he betrothed his daughter, and then complained that she was missing... What kind of groom is this, oh How did he change his mind, what did he experience, where did he draw strength while he was looking for his bride who had almost run away from the wedding? Why did he search for her so persistently?
In the meantime, let’s try to deal with our mirrors in order to work out our karma following the example of Pushkin’s heroes.
... AM I THE MOST SUCCESSFUL IN THE WORLD?
Each of us has our own mirrors, and one of them is the mirror of success. Everyone has their own. What are they? What does it look like in ordinary life, not in a fairy tale?
Mirror Trainer (Commander). It so happened that since childhood he had been involved in sports, but there are no second and third places - there is only first! You are someone and something only if you are No. 1. Have you seen how at the Olympics an athlete climbs to the podium and cries, not from happiness, but from disappointment that he is not the first?
My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth...
And it reports: “What can I say, you’re not the first. You can do much better. Not working hard enough! Others show what results, and you are a lazy person, mediocrity! Get up. Work. Must be the first! You should never have enough of what you have!”
Where will such a mirror lead? What feats will it push you to? Yes, there will be results and achievements. They will, but the quality of life may suffer due to constant tension and a feeling of insufficiency!
What to answer to such a mirror? “For me, being first, second and third is also a result! I do my 100%! Striving for better is my free choice, and now I ask you to show me yesterday’s me and compare mine today's results only with mine - yesterday's."
Mirror - Vague dreamer. Both men and women can look into such a mirror. Since childhood, she constantly dreamed... About what? Yes, about everything: about the prince, then - how she will be a TV presenter, then - how she will give birth to seven children... Then - how she will have a house, how she will marry a foreigner... No, it’s better about how she will have her own business etc.
My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth...
And the mirror answered: “Don’t stress, you will have everything - dream, visualize, watch the movie “The Secret”... And if something doesn’t happen, it’s no worse than with people. If you want to make sure, watch the news.”...
This is how she lives - dreams, hopes that someday and somehow the situation will improve. And the years go by... Old dreams give way to new ones: she participates in the show “Everybody Dance” or in “Ukraine’s Got Talent”... Dreams... Dreams...
What to answer to such a mirror? “Stop lifting me off the ground! Show me in my real actions, and don’t show me dream movies!”
Philosopher-guru. Over the past five years, he has attended more than two dozen seminars, master classes and trainings. He even forgot about his mirror, knowing that mirrors are people. He used them to guide his development and growth. But then one day at work he remembered his mirror:
My light, mirror! Tell
Tell me the whole truth...
And it answers him: “You have been looking for something in this bustle for so many years... There is still no meaning in life! You already know about this yourself. Vanity of vanities... Relax, enjoy, meditate"...
Hearing this, he sold his business and went to meditate in Tibet, where he communicates with his mirror, opening all the chakras and everything possible... Only next to us, in the material, social world, this person is not...
What to answer to such a mirror? “Mirror, maybe the world is vanity of vanities, maybe I lived somehow wrong before, but this is my life and my results. Therefore, show me the me of yesterday and how I have grown or how I have degraded, and then encourage me to grow again and again!”
I don't know the answer to this question. We have not conducted such sociological studies. But according to personal experience coach and experience working with people, I determined that our mirrors are people, and the main engine of our motivation is what these people say. Neither our bad appearance, nor money or lack thereof, nor power, nor fame will force us to change, because we don’t need them...
I noticed that in our “habitat” - in the company, at work, at training - there are no clear leaders who could take the initiative, take responsibility and lead. I asked why, and the answer was brilliantly simple: “We could start such work, but we are almost sure that we will call negative reaction those around them to such actions.” That is why they do not dare to become leaders, and sometimes even develop indifference so as not to suffer. Can you rely on them? No. Those who remain will simply crush them or declare an unspoken war on them. It’s clear who will win. Why are our mirrors like this - not accepting us?!
When I was writing an article, passing by a shop window, I paused to look at myself, straightened my back, smiled, and was satisfied with myself. She sat down on the bench opposite. Two women passed by and, without noticing me, commented on their reflections: “How fat I am in the mirror - not like you!”, “What are you talking about! Just look at my wrinkles - I’m five years older than you.”
I was horrified: what kind of mirror is this in front of them? Crooked, or what? As for me, these were two quite attractive women, with their own unique personal story!
By using appearance people establish themselves in life and evaluate themselves as if from the outside, but with their own eyes and according to their own criteria. I wish everyone to replace their mirror of success with a benevolent and trusting friend-critic, and then life will certainly change, and for the better.
AND FINALLY - THE SEVEN MIRROR PRINCIPLES
1. The world is a mirror. It only reflects your attitude towards it.
2. Reflection is formed through you - in the unity of soul and mind.
3. The mirror world reacts with a delay.
4. The mirror only states the content of the relationship, ignoring its direction.
6. Let go of your grip, don't hold on to the reflection and let the world flow with the flow of options. The world is dynamic, not static. The reflection tomorrow may be different from the reflection today.
7. Take any reflection as positive.
Victoria Lysenko