The adventures of little Zaryanichka!
We are the dew on the grass
The colors of the scarlet Dawn!
On flowers, on foliage,
We are everywhere, everywhere!
Zarya and I are getting up!
We are the dew on the grass
The colors of the scarlet Dawn!
On flowers, on foliage,
We are everywhere, everywhere …
Pesnya utrenney rosy.
My – rosa na trave,
Tsveta aloy Zari!
Na tsvetakh, na listve,
My – povsyudu, vezde!
My s Zaroyu vstayem!
My – rosa na trave,
Tsveta aloy Zari!
Na tsvetakh, na listve,
My – povsyudu, vezde …
Every blade of grass, every leaf and every petal of a flower sparkled and shimmered with morning paints under the scarlet sky of the ascended Morning Dawn.
Morning Dawn touched the cool morning sky azure, but more than ever, flared up to the joy of the whole world.
The full moon was almost hiding behind the mountain, but stopped, she admired the Morning Dawn, the wonder of nature is beautiful!
Get up people, animals, birds, fish! Do not overlook the amazing gift presented to you by the generous mother-nature – the sunrise of the Morning Dawn!
And where is the little daughter of the Morning Dawn – Zaryanichka?
The Morning Dawn sings the song of Life for the whole world, the Moon has gone beyond the mountain. The sky looks at the Morning Dawn – admires her, everyone is listening to the song of the Morning Dawn …
Who looks after the little Zaryanichka so that nothing bad happens to her?
We will find out about this very soon in the next second chapter of this book.
Extended meaning of some words in the first chapter:
– Morning Dawn – Mother of little Zaryanichka in the mythology of the book;
– On the road leading to the forest, the first berries and mushroom pickers with baskets appeared – those who are going to pick berries and mushrooms;
– Lukoshko (with lukoshkami – plural, a lot of people and each person has his own lukoshko) – basket, made of thin willow branches or from branches suitable for this flexible bush.
CHAPTER 2
Little Daughter of the Morning Dawn – Zaryanichka
Preface to the second chapter.
In this chapter, for the first time readers will get acquainted with the baby Zaryanichka – baby daughter Morning Dawn.
Zaryanichka is still next to her mother, Morning Dawn. Around Zaryanichki pink clouds that resemble a pink fluff flamingos. The last sparks from night stars and comets fly by …
Here is the last tiny night sparks flies not far from Zaryanichka. Zaryanichka stretches behind this tiny sparks, but at this time she herself falls …
At this time, no one looks at little Zaryanichka, everyone is busy with their own business. And Zaryanichka begins its flight to Earth.
And the first one to meet her on her journey is the evil Black Purga. Black Purga hates mother Zaryanichki, Morning Dawn, because when the Morning Dawn appears, becomes light the prominent evil deeds of Black Purga.
People do not like Black Purga, but people love the Morning Dawn and this also makes Black Purgu angry.
Seeing Zaryanichka flying from the sky, Black Purga grabs her and shoves her into her sleeve, where it is very cold. Black Purga wants to destroy the little daughter of the Morning Dawn Zaryanchka so that the Morning Dawn from grief turns pale, does not sing the Song of Life any more, so that it becomes dark and no one would see the evil deeds of Black Purga.
What happens to Zaryanichka further, read in the next third chapter of this book.
Beginning of the second chapter.
The Morning Dawn spreads across the sky blue with scarlet flashes – wings, is poured by a gentle enchanting Song of Life, glorifies the arrival of Morning, the beginning of a new Day, the rising of the Sun!
Song of the Morning Dawn!
A-a-a-a-a …
Wake up, Earth, from the mists
Up the silk birch braids,
Face wash with spring water,
Soon the sun will rise in the blue above …
Glorifies Morning Dawn Life on Earth, glorifies Life in the whole moonlit world …
For guys and flowers,
For all children and flowers,
For a blade of grass any …
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 there-there, at Horizon itself, on the stretching scarlet train of the mother’s clothes in scarlet mists similar to the flamingo's fluff, the little daughter of Morning Dawn – Zaryanichka.
Clouds, like the wings of a flamingo, float near Zaryanichka, touching it with their light edges. Clouds invite Zaryanichka on journey …
Song of the Clouds
Are flying, Zaryanichka, with us,
With fluffy clouds!
Under the sun, there is a warm wind!
From there all Seen!
Rivers, forests, lakes,
Villages, fields and mountains …
We have been friends with the winds for a long time …
Fly, Zaryanichka, with us …
Pesnya Oblakov
Letim. Zaryanichka, s nami,
S pushistymi oblakami,
Pod Solntse, tam toplyy veter,
Ottuda nam vso na svete
Vidno, kak na ladoshke,
Slovno griby v lukoshke,
Reki, lesa, ozora,
Sola, polya i gory …
My druzhim davno s vetrami …
Letim, Zaryanichka, s nami …
But Zaryanichke good and joyful next to her mother – Morning Dawn. And white fluffy clouds float on past Zaryanichka …
Coming out of the pink sky, the clouds gradually becoming white again, but this is already far from Zaryanichki. And around Zaryanichki all the clouds are pink, like the wings of pink flamingos.
Late stars becoming sparkling tiny lights in the pink color of the sky and clouds. Everything around is filled with a sense of peace and the joy of starting a new day.
While playing, Zaryanichka takes a scarlet fog in her hands and throws into the sky …
Fun and joyful Zaryanichka next to his mother, with a gentle sky.
The sky is painted in scarlet! Morning of a new Day! And Morning also welcomes the Morning Dawn …
Morning Dawn Greetings!
Greetings,
New Day, Dawn!
Your clear warm light!
Scarlet life color!
And your beauty!
To you, Dawn, I sing
The voices of birds …
Privetstviye Utrenney Zare!
Privetstvuyu tebya,
Dnya novogo, Zarya!
Tvoy yasnyy toplyy svet!
Tvoy alyy zhizni tsvet!
I krasotu tvoyu!
Tebe, Zarya, poyu
Ya golosami ptits …
And heard the call of Morning, the nightingales whistled and snapped …
All feathered inhabitants of the Earth chirped …
Chok! Chok!
Chok! Chick …!
So, she plays, Zaryanichka moves further and further away from her mother, laughing and frolicking on the edge of her spacious mother's clothes.
The heavens listened to the wondrous singing, admired the Morning Dawn, which raised its scarlet arms – wings, red flame spread over the transparent blue, and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached the last flying spark. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka and Zaryanichka flew like a tiny scarlet spark …
Zaryanichka's mother, Morning Dawn, sings the Song of Life to the entire universe, does not look around and does not see what is happening there.
The sky admires Morning Dawn and does not see what is happening in the distance.
The moon is in its lunar palace. And the Moon does not see the falling Zarinichka …
The clear Sun behind a high mountain, enchanted by the singing of the Morning Dawn, does not dare to set foot on the mountain, so as not to drown out the light of the Morning Dawn with bright rays.
No one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …
And Zaryanichka already flies over the Earth in jets of morning fresh air, where at this time of the year there are frosts and blizzards, where the evil Black Blizzard is raging!
But there were also snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb higher and higher. And there, on the frosty heights, whirlwinds of snow swirled. Long eyelashes with snow whirlwinds from frosty frost turned white, fluffy.
And snow whirlwinds fluffy from snowflakes and frost with mischief and curiosity peered into the snow cover with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes, echoing with frost and snowflakes, creating its own melody of winter …
Song of snow whirlwinds
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We are snow whirls!
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Everywhere we go,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We all meet,
Fiu…, Fiu … Fiu …
Pesnya snezhnykh vikhrey
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
My – snezhnyye vikhri!
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vezde my byvayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vsekh my vstrechayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vso zametayem.
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
F'yu …
F'yu …
Snow whirlwinds carried to the melody of winter, either rising from the clouds or falling to fluffy snowdrifts.
Like swings, then up and down, Zaryanichka flies in a snow …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Snow vortices obscure the earth and it is not known what awaits uou Zaryanichka …
What happens to Zaryanichka further, read in the next third chapter of this book.
Extended meaning of some words in the first chapter:
– Black Purga – in the narrative is the embodiment of evil deeds.
CHAPTER 3
Zaryanichka among snow whirlwinds
Preface to the third chapter.
Readers from the previous chapter already know that Dawn's little daughter Zaryanichka wanted to catch a flying spark and fell …
And no one sees that little Zaryanichka is no longer with them.
In this third chapter, readers will learn about the further adventures of Morning Dawn's little daughter.
Who will come to her aid and what will happen next with Zaryanichka, we read in the narration of this third chapter.
The beginning of the third chapter.
So, playing, Zaryanichka farther and farther from mom, laughing and frolicking on the edge of mom’s spacious clothes.
The sky listened to amazing singing, admired the morning dawn, which raised its red arms – wings, red flame spread over the blue and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached out to the last flying spark. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka, and she flew, flew to the ground with a small scarlet spark …
The morning dawn, singing the Song of Life in the entire Universe, does not look back and does not see what is happening there.
The moon is already in the palace, and it is no longer visible what is happening in the sky, where the Morning Dawn sings the Song of Life. And the Moon does not see how Zarynichka falls …
The sun behind the high mountain, enchanted by the singing of the Morning Dawn, does not dare to set foot on the mountain so as not to drown out the light of the Morning Dawn with its bright rays. And the Sun also does not see that the daughter of the Morning Dawn Zaryanichka is falling …
And no one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …
And Zaryanichka is already flying over the Earth, where at this time of the year there are frosts and snow whirlwinds, where the evil Black Blizzard is raging!
But there were also snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb high – high.
Snow whirlwinds, fluffy from snowflakes and frost, with mischief and curiosity peered into the snow veil with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes.
It was on this day that snowstorms swept past, rising above the clouds, calling out to frost and snowflakes, creating their own melody of winter.
Zaryanichka among the snow vortices.
Preface to the third chapter.
Readers from the previous chapter already know that the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, Zaryanichka, wanted to catch a flying spark and fell …
And no one sees that little Zaryanichka is no longer with them.
In this third chapter, readers will learn about the further adventures of the little daughter of the Morning Dawn.
Who will come to her aid and what will happen next with Zaryanichka is read in the narration of this third chapter.
Beginning of the third chapter.
So, playing, Zaryanichka farther and farther away from her mother, laughing and frolic on the edge of her mother’s spacious clothes.
Heaven listened to amazing singing, admired the morning dawn, which raised its red hands – wings, a red flame spread across the blue and did not notice how little Zaryanichka reached for the last tiny to spark flying by. Mom's clothes slipped out from under Zaryanichka, and she flew flew to the ground like a tiny scarlet sparkstar …
Morning Dawn, Sings the Song of Life throughout the Universe, does not look back and does not see what is being done there.
The Moon is already in its palace, and it is no longer visible what is happening in the sky, where the Morning Dawn sings the Song of Life. And the Moon does not see how Zarynichka falls …
Sun behind a high mountain, fascinated by the singing of the Morning Dawn, does not dare to step on the mountain so as not to dampen the light of the Morning Dawn with bright rays. And the Sun also does not see that the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, Zaryanichka, is falling …
And no one sees that Zaryanichka is falling and there is no one to save her …
And Zaryanichka is already flying over the earth, where at this time of the year there are frosts and snow whirlwinds, where the evil Black Purga is raging!
But there were also the snow whirlwinds, they loved to climb high – high.
The snow whirlwinds, fluffy from snowflakes and hoarfrost, with mischief and curiosity peered into the snowy shroud with large (blue, gray, green …) eyes, rising above the clouds, calling to the frost and snowflakes, creating their own melody of winter …
Snow whirlwinds song
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We are snow whirls!
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Everywhere we go,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We all meet,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Fiu …
Fiu …
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We roam the world,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
We all know the planet
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
And where that grows,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
And where does anyone live,
Fiu … Fiu … Fiu …
Fiu …
Fiu …
Pesnya snezhnykh vikhrey
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
My – snezhnyye vikhri!
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vezde my byvayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vsekh my vstrechayem,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vso zametayem.
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
F'yu …
F'yu …
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
My brodim po svetu,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
Vsyu znayem planetu,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
I gde chto rastot,
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
I gde kto zhivot.
F'yu … F'yu … F'yu …
F'yu …
F'yu …
Fluffy snowflakes sang along with snowy whirlwinds in gentle voices …
Song of snowflakes
Ohu o … o u o … o u o …
We are snowflakes for whirlwinds,
Ohu o … o u o … o u o …
Snowy down
Ohu o … o u o … o u o …
From the clouds come,
Ohu o … o u o … o u o …
We are white carpet
everywhere.
Ohu o … o u o … o u o …
Pesnya snezhinok
O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …
My vikhrey snezhinki,
O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …
Snega pushinki,
O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …
Iz tuch priletayem,
O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …
Vso ukryvayem
Belym kovrom
O-u-u-o … O-u-u-o …
O-o-o …, u-u-u …, o-o-o …
Together with snowflakes and snow whirls and frost also sang his song …
Song of frost
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
I simply, frost,
M … m … m …
But still, please hide your nose,
M … m … m …
In a hurry, I can pinch you by the nose,
M … m … m …
I am busy very, very always,
Just horror!
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
I am a whirlwind companion,
M … m … m …
So that the snow was flowing,
M … m … m …
Snowflakes were fluffy,
M … m … m …
Near the roads,
On the mound,
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
I simply, frost,
M … m … m …
But still, please hide your nose,
M … m … m …
In a hurry, I can pinch you by the nose,
M … m … m …
I am busy very, very always,
Just horror!
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
Pesnya moroza
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
Ya laskovyy, dobryy, ya, prosto, moroz,
M … m …m …
No vso zhe, pozhaluysta, spryach'te svoy nos,
M … m … m …
Ya v speshke mogu vas za nos ushchipnut',
M … m … m …
Ya zanyatyy ochen' i ochen' vsegda,
Prosto zhut'!
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
Ya vikhryam poputchik,
M … m … m …
Chtob sneg byl sypuchiy,
M … m … m …
Snezhinki pushilis',
M … m … m …
Pukhom lozhilis' vozle dorog,
Na bugorok,
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
Ya laskovyy, dobryy, ya, prosto, moroz,
M … m … m …
No vso zhe, pozhaluysta, spryach'te svoy nos,
M … m … m …
Ya v speshke mogu vas za nos ushchipnut',
M … m … m …
Ya zanyatyy ochen' i ochen' vsegda,
Prosto zhut'!
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
M … m … m …
Picked up the snowy whirlwinds of the freezing Zaryanichka, and to the melody of winter, they carried it, rising up behind the clouds …
The high snowy peaks of the mountains are left behind, and the snow whirlwinds carry everything and carry Zaryanichka …
Snow whirlwinds overshadow the earth and it is not known what waits there …
What will happen to Zaryanichka further, read in the next fourth chapter of this book.
Extended meaning of some words in the second chapter:
– Purga – Black Purga, a kind of snowstorm;
But a snowstorm can also be when the snow does not fall from the clouds on the ground, a snowstorm picks up the already fallen snow on the ground, raises this snow and carries this snow to another place, creating new snowdrifts where there were none;
– Purga also same is called when thick heavy snow falls from from the clouds, and at the same time a very strong frosty wind is blowing, this winter frosty wind captures the snow on the ground and the snow that falls at that time clouds. And this whole snow: and the one that was already on the ground, and the one that is now falling out of the clouds, drives this whole snow with its force of strong frosty wind.
The wind at this time can change direction, or two winds can blow towards each other.
CHAPTER 4
Zaryanichka in the cold sleeve of the Black Blizzard
Preface to the fourth chapter.
In this third chapter, readers will find out who the Black Purga is.
Black Purga, a kind of snowstorm. But a snowstorm can also be when the snow does not fall from the clouds on the ground, a snowstorm picks up the already fallen snow on the ground, raises this snow. And carries this snow to another place, creating new snowdrifts where there were none.
Purgaa is called when thick heavy snow falls from from the clouds, and at the same time a very strong frosty wind is blowing, this winter frosty wind captures the snow on the ground and the snow that falls at that time clouds And this whole snow: and the one that was already on the ground, and the one that is now falling out of the clouds, drives this whole snow with its force of strong frosty wind. The wind at this time can change direction, or two winds can blow towards each other.
There is such a Russian characteristic for Purghia «Neither zgy not seen» – «Nothing not to see», it should be understood in such a way that such a strong frosty wind blows and carries (moves through the air) so much snow that even, if you stretch hand, the fingertips will be badly visible, because of the thick veil of the snow that carries (moves through the air).
When Purga blows, strong howling, whistling sounds are created by the wind, and these sounds can change their intonations, that's why say – Purga howls at all voices, very sadly (sadly – lonely and scary), this howl is very depressing.
According to the plot of the book, Purga is called «black», because Purga, according to the plot of the book, are the forces of evil. Purga according to the book’s plot hates everything bright, hates the Sun, because there is no Purgi under the Sun, hates the light of the day, because when Purga blows, gloomily (not light, but as if evening has already come, even during the day), Purga hates and Morning Dawn, because when the Morning Dawn is in the sky, then Purga also cannot rage, it cannot knock down people (and generally everything) from the road (shoot down – guide to the other side of the road, or to another direction, that the person gets lost (getting lost is not t know which way it should go), and die from the cold in the snow.
Black Purga hates the Morning Dawn for the fact that the Morning Dawn does not allow Black Purge to make dusk by day (gray light) with its scarlet light, and does not allow Black Purge to ruin people and all living creatures on Earth. Because, the Morning Dawn shows everyone the way, and does not allow to get lost, and does not allow to die in the snow, in the cold.
In the book in this chapter, there is a song, where Black Purga boasts of herself that she is so angry and furious (fierce is the highest degree of anger). Black Purga in the song sings that it does not need, neither the Sun, nor the Month, nor the Moon, nor the Morning Dawn. Black Purga sings in her song that she would be glad to put out all the lights, so that it was always and everywhere dark, and so that she could rage all the time (blow with a strong wind, twist the snow, cover all roads, freeze people, and all living creatures on Earth). And humming (howling) Black Purga herself in her song to all voices: O-o-o … A-a-a-a … O-o-o …
According to the plot of the book, Black Purgy has its own sleigh, there are also horses, very strong and very fast. The horses of Black Purgy are as black as the Black Purga. In horses aspid (aspid – aspid very black), long manes. When the horses of Black Purgy, waving their manes, then soot flies from these manes (soot is the name of black dust after burnt wood, coal, and everything else that has burned completely). This soot rises into the sky, and becomes dark, like at night, and even darker. And when these the Black Purgy horses beat with their black hooves on the ground or in the snow, black crows fly out from under the hoofs and spin in the air, loudly and disgustingly cawing loud and shrill.
This Black Purga will see Zaryanichka, which will fly in the middle of the snow whirlwinds over the head of Black Purgy.
Black Purga will see Zaryanichka and immediately recognize her that this is the little daughter of the Morning Dawn.
Snow vortices, becoming weak in this place, do not hold Zarynichka firmly in the air. And the freezing Zaryanichka falls closer and closer to the Black Purge.
Black Purga sees that Zaryanichka falls. Black Purga howls with evil joy that now she will catch and steal little daughter from the Morning Dawn. Black Purga catches Zarynichka and quickly hides in a wide sleeve of clothes.