The adventures of little Zaryanichka!
Ванда Петрова
The adventures of little Zaryanichka!
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Story line
Mythological planetary fantastic.
The exceptional originality of the work, which has no analogue in fiction and the scenic character of writing, is interesting and exciting when reading and is 100% acceptable for reproduction of children's films and cartoons.
The mythological literary work «Zaryanichka» is a cycle of books, characterized by unity of plot-composition, space, time of action of all parts and being a whole cyclical work.
Zaryanichka, the daughter of the Morning Dawn, accidentally hits the Earth and has become an ordinary little girl with scarlet braids.
On Earth, Zaryanichka meets with Good and Evil. Feeling the pain of separation from the mother and the state of loneliness.
Zaryanichka masters all the trials of due to his kindness, responsiveness, ability for unlimited self-sacrifice, believing in the Kind …
The originality of the work is that its heroes are not only human, but are one or another (good or evil) forces of nature. And through the real manifestations of the forces of nature, their properties, the plot of the fantastic developed. Therefore, the fantastic is mythological.
The book tells about the immutable eternal theme – the theme of justice; about the struggle of good with evil and life-affirming truth that good is always stronger than evil.
Dear readers, read in detail about Zaryanchka and her friends on the pages of the «Zaryanichka» Cycle.
Synopsis
The mythological literary work «Zaryanichka» is a cycle books characterized by common characters, unity of plot-composition, space, time of action of all parts and being a whole cyclical work, each cycle of which is perceived both as a self-valuable work of literary art and as part of greater work.
The book tells about the immutable eternal theme – the theme of justice; about the struggle of good against evil and life-affirming truth that evil is always weaker than good.
The originality of the work is that its heroes are not only people, but are one or another (good or evil) forces of nature. And through the real manifestations of the forces of nature, their properties, the plot of a gets developed. Therefore, the is mythological.
Action time is not limited to temporary space. Due to the specifics of the plot, it correlates with the seasons, but takes place in a certain place (the possession of the Good Wizard). The common scene of action is Earth and Sky.
Genre: artistic – mythological fiction.
The main genre of books is fiction.
The book contains and a poetic genre.
The motive of good and evil.
In the book «Zaryanichka» the myth of good and evil – why evil, in particular its interpretation, is perceived as – good.
Outwardly, good and evil have the same variables, and therefore every evil has a chance to be represented as good, and in this form can lead to compassion, admiration, the desire to imitate and become a habit. In the myth of «Zaryanichka» evil has no difficulties, because good and evil are fundamentally different only in their essence (inner essence).
There is good and evil in life. In appearance (man) in good and evil, the same is on the surface, only spirituality changes, or not …
Many difficulties arose in the little Zaryanichka on the way to the desired meeting.
The motive of good and evil: In the book «Zaryanichka» the myth of good and evil – why evil, in particular its interpretation, is perceived as – good.
The main idea of the tale is the struggle between Good and Evil, human and inhuman.
The path to the triumph of Good over Evil passes through friendship and betrayal, deprivation, cold and hunger.
The protagonist – Zaryanichka. On the ground – a child (little girl) named Zaryanichka with scarlet braids (pink hair, color of dawn).
The main characters of the mythological planetary fantastic.
Forces of good:
– Zaryanichka – daughter of the Morning Dawn;
– Morning Dawn – the forces of nature, mother Zaryanichki. Symbol of life, hope, happiness;
– A spark (tiny cosmic body) – symbol of life, in the small fist of little Zaryanichka – on Earth becomes a transparent small stone, warm and scarlet light, that is, in space – a spark, on Earth – a warm, transparent, scarlet, tiny, small stone – a symbol of life, that’s why Zaryanichka intuitively protects him and ensures that he does not fade away and does not cool down, and a warm, transparent, scarlet, tiny, small stone helps Zaryanichka in difficult times with her inner light and warmth:
– the Sun;
– Borea;
– White Blizzard – the forces of nature, acting on the side of Good.
And many others in the plot of the whole cycle …
Friends Zaryanichki:
– birds: Penochka (very beautiful singing little songbird), Starling, Chiryk (sparrow), Titmouse;
– trees: Oreshnik (nut bush), Tuya (conifer);
– animals: kitten.
The blue bird is a symbol of happiness and fulfillment of a dream.
Evil forces:
– Enemies Zaryanichki: minions (accomplices) of Evil: Burdock, Thistle, Toadstool, Kuskuda, Spider;
– Black Purga (blizzard) – the forces of nature, acting on the side of Evil, (She hates the Morning Dawn);
– Pozomka (drifting snow dust, frosty wind without snow above the surface of previously fallen snow in winter, the snow is raised up by this wind and is called – Pozomka) – the forces of nature, acting on the side of evil. Daughter of Black Purgi.
And many others in the plot of the whole cycle …
Indifferent natural phenomena, humanized beings:
– snow whirlwinds;
– snowflakes;
– frost;
– winds;
– сlouds.
And other indifferent heroes, humanized living beings and indifferent natural phenomena in the narration of the work …
And many others in the plot of the whole cycle …
Friends, read in detail about Zaryanichka and her adventures on the pages of books from the Zaryanichka cycle.
First book of Cycle
(mythological planetary fantastic)
The adventures of little Zaryanichka!
Prologue
When it was, which way,
Perhaps in – your, perhaps quite,
We will not remove from this secret cover,
After all, each of us is ready to be fearless …
But it's a little late, and now
About the daughter of Dawn begins the tale …
CHAPTER 1
Song of the Morning Dawn
Preface to the first chapter.
This first chapter tells about the life-affirming song of the Morning Dawn – mother Zaryanichka. Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.
The text of the song tells about the beauty of the early morning, that the predawn mist left droplets of moisture on the grass and flowers, called dew, grass and flowers showered with these droplets of moisture are very beautiful at sunrise, but the dew will evaporate from the grasses and flowers from the warm sunny rays, and is sung in the song «Wake up the Earth from fogs and grew». In the song it is sung about the beauty of white birches and their thin branches, comparing them with silk threads, with silk braids, about which it is sung and in the song «Braid, tidy the silk birch braids». The words of the song are turned to the Earth, so that it meets the sunrise, as it is sung in the song:
«Wake up, Earth, grow from mists and grow, Braid, tidy up the silk of birch braids».
Also, in the song it is sung that the sun rises for everything that is on Earth:
«For children and flowers, For animals and chicks, For a blade of grass, any …».
And the song says that all that is around us is our planet Earth and the sun rises for our beautiful planet Earth.
The song is called the song of life, because it carries love for everything around us, the world in which there is a place for everyone: all of humanity, all plants, all birds, all animals and animals both on earth and in the seas and oceans, the whole plant and living world of the planet has a place on our beautiful planet Earth: «dear Earth».
Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.
With Zaryanichka herself, the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, readers will meet in the second chapter.
Beginning of the first chapter.
Nature has slept and quietly and quietly flowed into the tune of the Night lullaby for Zaryanichka …
Quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed into the tune of Night…
And quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed in the melody of the Night …
Lullaby of the Morning Dawn «Zaryanichka»
Sleep in the morning
small animals in a hole,
fish – in a river backwater,
birds – in the forest …
Funny lightnings are sleeping
Mother Thunderstorm, they dream sweetly,
sleeping mists in the meadows
The sun is in the white clouds …
Waking up to sleep
he hovers over the Earth,
fulfills all desires,
All returns are lost.
Sleep, animals, fish, birds,
sleep, frisky lightning …
Do not frighten off cilia sleep
my dear Zaryanichki.
O-o-o-o-o …,
Zaryanichka, fall asleep …
Kolybel'naya pesnya Utrenney zari «Zaryanichka»
Spyat v predutrenney pore
zveri malyye v nore,
rybki – v zavodi rechnoy,
ptashki – v zarosli lesnoy…
Spyat vesolyye zarnitsy,
Mat'-groza im sladko snitsya,
spyat tumany na lugakh,
Solntse – v belykh oblakakh …
Vsem prosnut'sya Son meshayet,
nad Zemloyu on vitayet,
vse zhelan'ya ispolnyayet,
vse propazhi vozvrashchayet…
Spite, zveri, ryby, ptitsy,
spite, rezvyye zarnitsy…
Ne spugnite sna resnichki
moyey miloy Zaryanichki,
bayu, bayu, bayu, bay,
Zaryanichka, zasypay …
Nighttime was running out, but Night splashed moonlight on paths, glades, sifted through the tree crowns with delicate patterns on grass and flowers, charmed with the nightingale trill, plunged everything into the world of tempting magical dreams under the enchanting melody of night mirages …
Song of the Night
I keep all secrets, and there is no doubt about it,
And I give my world to everyone, the world of sweet dreams …
In the early morning world is joyful and bright.
And this wonderful hour, the magical Dream noted
With his gift of dreams that he brought to as a gift
Under the night canopy woven from the stars
Hope strengthened and gave love
Is it because Night calls everyone again …
Pesnya Nochi
Vse tayny ya khranyu, i v etom net somneniy,
I vsem svoy mir daryu, mir sladkikh snovideniy …
V predutrenney pore mir radosten i svetel.
I etot divnyy chas volshebnyy Son otmetil
Svoim podarkom groz, chto on vam v dar prinos
Pod pologom nochnym, mnoy sotkannym iz zvozd,
Nadezhdu ukrepil i podaril lyubov',
Ne potomu li Noch' vse prizyvayut vnov' …
But already sneaking through the fields along the copses, weightlessly stepping over flowers and grasses, the early Dawn …
Dawn Song
I, morning Dawn,
My bounty does not count …
Any azure color
I have in my basket …
I will bestow the fields
Rakits, poplars,
And the whole moon world
Life-giving dew …
And everything will sparkle
Magical beauty …
Pesnya Rassveta
Ya, utrenniy Rassvet,
Shchedrot moikh ne schest' …
Lyuboy lazurnyy tsvet
V moyey korzinke yest' …
Ya odaryu polya,
Rakity, topolya,
I ves' podlunnyy mir
Zhivitel'noy rosoy …
I zasverkayet vso
Volshebnoy krasotoy …
Dawn collects moon patterns from herbs, showering them with generously cool dew, chasing away night mirages … The full moon, just reigning in the whole moonlit world …
Song of the Night
I keep all secrets, and there is no doubt about it,
And I give my world to everyone, the world of sweet dreams …
In the early morning world is joyful and bright.
And this wonderful hour, the magical Dream noted
With his gift of dreams that he brought to as a gift
Under the night canopy woven from the stars
Hope strengthened and gave love
Is it because Night calls everyone again …
Pesnya Nochi
YA khranyu vse sekrety, i v etom net nikakikh somneniy,
I ya otdayu kazhdomu svoy mir, mir sladkikh snovideniy,
Vse tayny ya khranyu, i v etom net somneniy,
I vsem svoy mir daryu, mir sladkikh snovideniy …
V predutrenney pore mir radosten i svetel.
I etot divnyy chas volshebnyy Son otmetil
Svoim podarkom groz, chto on vam v dar prinos
Pod pologom nochnym, mnoy sotkannym iz zvozd,
Nadezhdu ukrepil i podaril lyubov',
Ne potomu li Noch' vse prizyvayut vnov' …
And a round dance of stars, shining brightly in the dark blue night sky, becomes invisible in the early morning twilight until the next Night …
And Dawn has already brightened the crowns of trees, the roofs of houses, dimmed the light of night lamps on the streets of cities and villages, and inexorably moved towards the night shadows, crowded them with flowers and grass under the dense crown of bushes and trees. But even there, the Mirages of Night did not find refuge for long, Morning makes its way into the dense thickets of juniper, under the crowns of centennial pine trees closed in the top, under the thin branches of quivering white birches, filling every corner in nature with light, ringing voically about the arrival of a new day with the voices of the restless cockerel orchestra …
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …!!!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …
Dawns!
Morning is coming again!
Wake up, the whole Earth …!
Mountains, rivers and fields …!
Wake up, People-e-e!!!
Do not sleep, look, your age!
Wakes you all Kukarek!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …!!!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …!!!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …
Rassvetayet!
Utro snova nastupayet!
Prosypaysya, vsya Zemlya …
Gory, reki i polya …
Prosypaysya, Chelovek!
Ne prospi, smotri, svoy vek!
Budit vas vsekh Kukarek!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …
Receded Night by vast shoulders of his brother Horizon, carrying star-studded cloak, scattering from the edges of their garments, tiny stars on the pre-dawn sky.
And ringing out voically about the arrival of a new day with the voices of the restless cockerel orchestra …
Wake up, the whole Earth …!
Mountains, rivers and fields …!
Wake up, People-e-e!!!
Do not sleep, look, your age!
Wakes you all Kukarek!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …!!!
Prosypaysya, vsya Zemlya …
Gory, reki i polya …
Prosypaysya, Chelovek!
Ne prospi, smotri, svoy vek!
Budit vas vsekh Kukarek!
Ku-ka-re-ku-u-u …
A pre-dawn breeze drove light cirrus clouds from the east. And the clouds of light white sailboats sailed into an unknown journey through the bright pre-dawn azure of the firmament …
In the east, the vault of the sky grew brighter and brighter, turning into a scarlet color that was barely noticeable yet …
But with every minute the scarlet color of the sky in the east became brighter and brighter and now half the sky turned bright scarlet, the color of the Morning Dawn. The pre-morning breeze subsided, all of nature stood still, waiting …
The song that is sung for the Morning Dawn!
Oh you, Zorya! Zoryushka!
Berries with mushrooms
They became visible under the bushes,
So that the feet are not wet in the dew,
Take the dew from the road
And we are a song for you
Let's sing, loving you!
Morning Dawn …
The whole Earth is waiting for you …
Love scarlet face
Young man and old man
Round dance girls
Crystal water waves,
Birds fly to you
Sweet to all of us your outfit
Morning Dawn
The whole earth is waiting for you!
Ahhh …
Velichal'naya pesnya Utrenney Zare!
Akh ty, Zorya! Zoryushka!
Osveti nam polyushko,
Chtoby yagody s gribami
Vidny stali pod kustami,
Chtob v rose ne mokli nogi,
Zaberi rosu s dorogi,
A my pesnyu dlya tebya,
Propoyom, tebya lyubya!
Utrennyaya Zarya …
Zhdot tebya vsya Zemlya…
Lyubyat tvoy alyy lik
Yunosha i starik,
Devushek khorovod,
Volny khrustal'nykh vod,
Ptitsy k tebe letyat,
Mil vsem nam tvoy naryad,
Utrennyaya Zarya,
Zhdot tebya vsya Zemlya!
A-a-a …
And the Morning Dawn rose, covering the east of the sky with the scarlet train of her clothing and singing in her clear and gentle voice:
Song of the Morning Dawn!
A-a-a …
Wake up, Earth, from the mists and grew,
Plait, tidy birch silk braid,
Lick your wonderful spring water to wash,
Soon the sun rises in the sky blue
For boys and flowers to animals and chicks
For every blade of grass …
And to meet with you,
Dear land,
A-a-a …
A-a-a …
Pesnya Utrenney Zari!
A-a-a …
Prosypaysya, Zemlya, ot tumanov i ros,
Zapletay, pribiray shelk berezovykh kos,
Lik svoy divnyy omoy klyuchevoyu vodoy,
Skoro Solntse vzoydet v vyshine goluboy
Dlya rebyat i tsvetov,
Dlya zverey i ptentsov,
Dlya travinki lyuboy …
I dlya vstrechi s toboy,
Dorogaya Zemlya,
A-a-a …
And the song of the Morning Dawn floated above the Earth – the Song of Life.
The birds awoke and chirped in their nests. They began to spread their wings and prepare to fly out of the nests into the high morning sky. Herbs raised their leaves to the scarlet morning sky. Flowers, listening to the Song of Life, squinted after sound sleep, opening their inflorescences towards the Morning, exuding their fragrance in the freshness of the early morning.
Tender bells with flowers greet the Morning Dawn with a gentle song chime, heard only by nature, welcoming the Morning Dawn.
The flowers, listening to the Song of Life, squinted after a sound sleep, plowing their inflorescences towards Zara, exuding their fragrance in the freshness of early Morning. Tender bells shook their flowers, greet the Morning Dawn that has ascended to heaven with a gentle song chime, heard only by nature …:
Flowers sing – bells
Din-don … Din-don …
Din-don … Din-don …
Our cheerful ringing is not heard
Not a cowgirl on a meadow
He plays the horn himself …
Not two friends at the pond,
Water splashes out loud …
Not to the tractor driver in the fields,
Not a flock of jackdaws in poplars …
Everyone is busy with something else,
They don’t listen to us ringing …
Only Morning listens to our ringing
And our singing under Din-don …
Din-don … Din-don …
Din-don … Din-don …
Pesnya tsvetov – kolokol'chikov
Din'-don … Din'-don … Din'-don …
Din'-don … Ne slyshen nash vesolyy zvon,
Ni pastushonku na luzhke,
On sam igrayet na rozhke …
Ni dvum podruzhkam u pruda,
Tam gromko pleshchetsya voda …
Ni traktoristu na polyakh,
Ni staye galok v topolyakh …
Vse chem-to zanyaty drugim,
Ne slushayut, kak my zvenim …
Lish' Utro slushayet nash zvon
I nashe pen'ye pod Din'-don …
Din'-don … Din'-don …
Din'-don … Din'-don …
White daisies opened their flowers and stared into the sky at the Morning Dawn and in anticipation of the first morning rays of the Sun.
Tall, slender white birches, brightly greener after the predawn fog, as if frozen under the scarlet canopy of the Morning Dawn. And the nightingale on the birch branch ceased to whistle loudly, only softly clicked, welcome the coming of the morning, the Morning Dawn and waiting for the Sun to rise. Only tender bells, their flowers, greet the Morning Dawn a gentle song chime, heard only by nature …:
Flowers sing – bells
Din-don …
Din-don …
Our cheerful ringing is not heard
Not a cowgirl on a meadow
He plays the horn himself …
Not two friends at the pond,
Water splashes out loud …
Not to the tractor driver in the fields,
Not a flock of jackdaws in poplars …
Everyone is busy with something else,
They don’t listen to us ringing …
Only Morning listens to our ringing
And our singing under Din-don …
Din-don …
Din-don …
Pesnya tsvetov – kolokol'chikov
Din'-don … Din'-don … Din'-don …
Din'-don… Ne slyshen nash vesolyy zvon,
Ni pastushonku na luzhke,
On sam igrayet na rozhke …
Ni dvum podruzhkam u pruda,
Tam gromko pleshchetsya voda …
Ni traktoristu na polyakh,
Ni staye galok v topolyakh …
Vse chem-to zanyaty drugim,
Ne slushayut, kak my zvenim …
Lish' Utro slushayet nash zvon
I nashe pen'ye pod Din'-don …
Din'-don … Din'-don …
Din'-don … Din'-don …
The water in the forest spring on the lawn surrounded by hazel bushes absorbed the scarlet color of the Morning Dawn and became soft pink. And drops from the key, beating from the middle of a small lake, which came out of the spring water, sparkled with multicolored lalas, sprinkling their splashes into the crystal waters of the spring …
Spring Water Drops Song.
We are the prettiest of all!
We have any color!
Scarlet and – blue!
And – green in the grass!
Gold on – foliage!
We are more beautiful than flowers!
We are under the light of Dawn
We are burning with a scarlet light!
We live on – flowers!
On the grass, on the bushes!
We are particles of water
On sparkling waves!
We are more beautiful than flowers!
We are under the light of Dawn
We are burning with a scarlet light!
Pesnya kapel' rodnikovoy vody.
My zhivom v rodnike!
Ustremlyayemsya vverkh!
Kak rosa na trave,
My krasiveye vsekh!
U nas tsvet yest' lyuboy!
Alyy i – goluboy!
I – zelonyy v trave!
Zolotoy na – listve!
My – krasivey tsvetov!
Kapli iz – rodnikov!
My pod svetom Zari
Alym svetom gorim!
My zhivom na – tsvetakh!
Na – trave, na – kustakh!
My – chastichki vody
Na iskristykh volnakh!
V rodnikakh!
V rodnikakh!
V rodnikakh …
V rodnikakh …
My – krasivey tsvetov!
Kapli iz – rodnikov!
My pod svetom Zari
Alym svetom gorim!
V rodnikakh!
V rodnikakh!
V rodnikakh …
The grass rustled at the spring and a small hedgehog came down to the water from the grass and froze at the spring, only quietly sniffing with its tiny nose.
On the road that led to the forest, the first berries and mushroom pickers with lukoshkami (with baskets) appeared. And they also stopped and, putting their palms to the eyes with their visor, looked at the Morning Dawn …
The dew under the scarlet morning sky flashed with all shades, from purple-red to pale pink, in the shadow it shone with emerald …
Song of the morning dew.