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Fairy tales are provided by the Russian Pilomnik publishing house. They are composed of books with fairy tales for children from 3 to 7 years old.
The tale of magic gloves and an ax!
The old man had three sons. So he died, and left an inheritance to them. The eldest - a house, the middle - a cow, and the youngest - mittens and an ax.
And they began to live and live: the eldest in his father's house, the middle one decided to sell milk, and the youngest - he cuts bread and salt with an ax, but earns by labor.
Time has passed. The eldest son turned out to be a bad owner, his father's house looked askance. In the middle one, the cow has become old, the milk has decreased. Only the younger one with an ax and gloves in his mittens will erect a bridge, build a hut, and install a mill. He has already built a house for himself, and bought a cow, and his work is going like clockwork.
Then the elder brothers decided that he had an enchanted ax, and they stole the tool. And the ax is a disaster! - does not work. Then they stole the mittens, and again nothing!
And the younger brother only smiles, bought a new ax and makes it again. They understood then that strength is not in the ax, but in the skill, they themselves learned, they became masters. And brothers healed happily.
The tale of the most important road.
Gathered somehow from all over the world roads. And there are big highways among them, and small paths. They decided to choose a queen for themselves, but they just can't - each deserves it in its own way! Then they turned to the Lord God himself, so that he might judge justly.
The first to speak was the wide, spacious freeway.
- What did I not deserve to be called a queen? For me every day so many vehicles travel, and ordinary cars, and trucks, and buses! People are being transported back and forth across the country!
But the Lord said:
- You will not be a queen. You are too proud of yourself.
Then she said Railway:
- Why am I not a queen? For me, trains run day and night, fast, passenger, freight! And people ride trains every day.
“No,” God said. - You are very proud.
- Why don't I fit? the country road asked then. - I have the most work. For me, not only cars, buses and trucks go, but also tractors with harvesters, and people also drive herds!
But the Lord answered:
- And you are not a queen. You are too self-confident.
All roads were silent. And then God looked at a small, inconspicuous path:
- What do you tell me?
- What can I say, Lord? I used to be wide, people walked on me, but now everything is overgrown. Only recently, the children ran, picked flowers in a clearing, and put them in the church in front of the icon of the Holy Mother of God.
And then the Lord said:
- You are in my eyes the most beautiful and worthy of all! Be your queen over all earthly ways and roads!
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A Wise Tale for Children Remizov
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There was a rich merchant. He had a son, Vanyushka, and he was so smart - he did not go anywhere, neither to feasts, nor to conversations, nowhere.
- What is it that our son does not go anywhere, does not know anyone? We must marry him!
- And you send him to talk, - advises the mother.
Father to Son:
- What are you, Vanyushka, don't go anywhere?
- Where am I going, darling, I don't know anyone.
- You should at least go to the girls for a conversation.
- I can, I'll go.
His father gave him three rubles of money.
- Go, - he says, - buy some presents and go to the conversation, treat the girls.
I bought Vanyushka some presents, walks through the city, pondering where to go.
“It’s indecent for a gentleman’s conversation, scary for a merchant’s conversation. I'll go where the bourgeois sit, it's easier there! "
And he went to a petty bourgeois conversation.
Girls have a big conversation. Everyone is happy with him: he has never been to a conversation.
One lively girl, Tanya, jumped out to him:
- Please, please, this is the place here!
Vanyushka and sat down with her. I gave her the presents.
- Here, Tanya, treat your friends.
Tanya once walked around her friends, the rest for herself. And he gave the money that he had to Tanyushka.
“I don’t need it,” he says, “we have a lot of money! - and went home.
Father meets at home.
- Well, Vanyushka, did you like the conversation?
- Nothing, darling, good. Liked.
- And you still go to the next evening. It is possible, only for me, my dear, this money is not enough. Give me five rubles.
Father gave money.
And the next evening Vanyushka took all the gifts he needed and went to talk. And again sits down with Tanyushka. And again I gave her the money. And she went to see him off.
And Vanyushka began to walk every evening. And father asks for money in half, all in half: he reached twenty-five rubles and reached thirty.
Father grabbed.
- Not in good hour we sent our son to talk. Now he will ruin us.
- Himself sent for conversations to walk! - answered the mother.
- Wouldn't it be better to marry him?
- So what, Zhenya.
Father to Son:
- Vanya, would you like to get married?
- Well, darling, marry.
- And whom do you order to match?
- Match Tanya. The girl is good.
The father rested.
- We don't need this. Not that in the house, but the house is not necessary.
- And I don't need any more.
- Podzabornaya! - Mother stood up, - yes, we will find clever, intelligent, pious brides for you, from a good father and mother, with a large estate, with a large dowry.
- Well, as you wish. Whom you take, with that I will live, - Vanyushka agreed.
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They went to woo and snatched up a clever, intelligent, pious bride from a good father and mother, with a large estate, with a large dowry. And they married Vanyushka. The wedding was good and rich. After the feast, the young were put to bed. And they themselves lay down. Everything was quiet everywhere. Nobody began to walk in the house.
Vanyushka says to Masha:
- Well, go with God.
And he went and returned on time: everyone is still asleep. And in the morning they came to wake the young, they see - two. Nobody found out, and she didn’t tell anyone.
The next day we went to Masha's relatives, to her father-mother on the bends. We walked there too. They began to prepare the bed for the young upstairs. Vanyushka says to Masha:
- I will not lie there, cook downstairs, closer to the doors.
She begged her mother and they made a bed for them below.
And how everyone settled down, how everything became quiet and silent, he again:
- Stay, wife, I'll go to Tanyushka.
And so every night he walks and walks. And the wife, like a stranger, will not touch her with a finger. He walks, drags everything out of the house.
Mother and father began to notice.
- Tell me, Mashenka, where does Vanyushka go from you?
- No, Vanyushka doesn't go anywhere from me. Everything is constantly with me.
Well, you can't fool the old people, you found out yourself.
- We need to send him abroad. Maybe he will lag behind Tanyushka.
“Send him,” the mother agreed.
Father to Son:
- Vanyushka, won't you go to trade abroad? I will load the ship for you.
- Well! I’m going to go, darling.
They did not postpone things for a long time, the father loaded the ship with goods.
- You sell your goods, buy foreign ones and come home again.
- And what kind of gift would you like to bring abroad?
- And bring me a hat worth fifty rubles.
- And what should I bring you, mamma?
- Bring me a shawl worth a hundred rubles.
- Okay, mamma, I'll bring it.
He turned to his wife.
- What do you want?
- I do not need anything: there is a lot of my own. And bring, Vanyushka, mind.
- Okay, I'll bring it.
I ran to Tanyushka.
- Trade food abroad. What gift should I bring you, Tanya?
- Bring a cloak for five hundred rubles.
- Okay, I'll bring it. But how am I going to give it to you?
- Come to the pier when I return.
I said goodbye and drove off.
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Vanyushka arrived abroad. I rolled a ship onto the dock. And trade began, such trade began, and does not dress up: what he asks, they give. He sold all the goods at the most expensive price, and collected goods from abroad at the cheapest price. And he bought gifts: a hat for his father, a shawl for his mother, for Tanya a cloak, and all that was left was for his wife to buy.
"Where to buy the mind?" - walks around the city, thinking: it's impossible for him to go home without a mind!
I went to one store, the largest, overseas.
- What, gentlemen, is there a corrupt mind?
They laughed.
- Fool, - they say, - we have minds, but to himself, fool!
He closed his eyes, left with shame, walked through the city - his little head was hung.
Ay, he meets a ragged drunkard.
- Why are you so, my dear, thinking? Has the head been hung?
- Go away, what a business to you! - waved away the ragged drunkard.
And they parted.
And he passed a little and thought about it.
"Some of them, perhaps, know better where to buy a mind!"
- Stop, - shouts, - hey, friend, come back!
The drunkard is here and there.
- Well, what do you want?
- Do you know where the minds are sold? My wife told me to buy it, it’s impossible for me to come home without a mind.
- Come with me! I’ll find as much mind as you want.
Well, of course, where to - to the tavern in Sympathy. The drunkard brought him into Sympathy, made him sit at a table.
- Sit down, - he says, - here. I am now. I’ll do this to you, I’ll give you the mind, but the mind is dear - seven hundred rubles.
- Seven hundred, so seven hundred!
The drunkard walked for a long time. At last he came, carries a bundle under his arm: a bundle in a matting, tightly wrapped in ropes.
- Money please, seven hundred rubles.
Vanyushka counted out the money, and that one gave him a bundle.
- Do not look home, otherwise the mind will leave you.
Vanyushka took the bundle to the ship. There, in the cabin, he closed the windows and the door, put the bundle in the corner. And they began to hit the road.
You never know, how many places have passed, and this bundle began to torment him.
“Why did I pay seven hundred rubles? What will I bring home to my wife? " - just a thought, just a flour.
And Vanyushka went into the cabin, locked himself, and behind the bundle. Confused, confused - untangled. And there - thin trousers, torn, torn, and a tattered jacket, and a torn hat, thin, and boots without tops, only cats.
He slammed himself with annoyance:
- So that's what I fucked seven hundred for!
Raked the rags into an armful and carried them - where to? - only at sea. And he just swung to throw it into the sea, suddenly he began. "Wouldn't you better take me home?"
And he returned to the cabin, threw the dud into the corner.
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Vanyushka arrived home a day earlier. I pulled the ship over to the dock. I went into the cabin, pulled out the bundle, put on this robe, put on my shoes. And he went to the beggars from the ship.
Comes to his father's house. He prayed at the door, asking for alms for Christ's sake.
Father came out, took out thirty kopecks.
- Take, beggar, alms! Pray for my son Vanyushka.
And his mother gives him fifty dollars for him.
- Pray for our son Vanyushka.
The wife comes out, carries the ruble.
- Accept, beggar, alms. Pray for my dear husband Vanyushka, so that the Lord of the mind-mind will give him.
Vanyushka bowed to his father, mother and wife and went from the yard to Tanyushka.
Tanya has fire, the door is not locked. I went into the house. And there is a table like a sideboard. On the table are various snacks, drinks, glasses. And there is such a mushroom sitting at her table. Here are covered, kiss. Both are drunk.
- As long as I live, I will not leave you alone! - Tanya slammed her fist on the table, - and I will not leave Vanka either until I let him go around the world.
- Alms for Christ's sake!
Kiddome threw in three kopecks.
- Get the hell out!
Vanyushka went out, crossed himself.
- Glory to You, Lord! I don’t feel sorry for the money either: don’t waste, I bought a mind!
Vanyushka returned to the ship. Dressed, chilled, waiting for the light. And as it became light, Tanya was going to him in a troika.
- Is everything all right? How are you, Tanyushka?
Tanya began to cry.
“Don’t ask about me!” I burst into tears without you, overwhelmed. Have you brought me a present?
- I brought it, I brought it.
And he went into the cabin and she followed him.
And as they entered the cabin, he grabbed her and crumple and trample on her. All tore - all in blood. I threw it out like a piece of meat.
Cabbies don't take it.
- We have, - they say, - the lady was driving! And what's that? Piece of meat.
Vanyushka did not turn around, he went to the house - to his father-mother.
Everyone meets him - father, mother, and wife.
He greeted his father, mother and wife. Looked closely and began to give gifts.
I gave my father a hat.
- Here's a hat of fifty rubles for you, darling. Is it good?
- Good, Vanyushka.
Gave my mother a shawl.
- Here's a shawl worth a hundred rubles for you, mamma. Is it good?
- Good, Vanyushka.
Serves the cloak to his wife.
- Here's a cloak for you, dear wife, five hundred rubles.
How happy Mashenka was.
- Glory to You, Lord! You gave him, Lord, mind-reason!
And they began to live in an amicable way.
Fairy tale for a child, first of all, a means of knowing the world, a way of active worldview. The tale teaches bright and strong human feelings, it offers a path on which you can find your happiness.
Fairy tale amuses, fairy tale touches, fairy tale fascinates. But with all this, she invariably poses questions; the fairy tale wants the child to think.
The authors (A. Lopatina, M. Skrebtsova "Eternal wisdom of fairy tales." dialogue between children and adults - after each fairy tale, questions for discussion and assignments are given, allowing you to better understand and deeply feel the knowledge that a specific fairy tale carries.
FOR A LEGAL CASE STAND BOLD
Offending brother, friend?
Is life tight for your loved ones?
Hurry to them soon,
Protect them bravely!
Stand bravely until victory
All troubles will disappear at once!
Only, mind you, no fists,
We don't need bruises.
Do you consider yourself a brave person?
When are you more courageous: when are you alone or when friends are looking at you?
Give an example of the brave behavior of your friends or acquaintances.
Can a brave person be afraid?
Do you think there are people who never feel fear?
Do you think you need courage in Everyday life, or is it necessary only in a difficult situation?
If you were asked to write a list of the most important qualities for a person, where would you place courage?
BRAVE BOY
Dagestan fairy tale
Once upon a time there was a boy. He went into the forest. Walked, walked and got lost. And it was high in the mountains. I was looking for a way and I was tired. He broke a strong stick for himself and went on. He walked and went and lay down under a bush to rest. So he lay down to rest and sees: a huge snake is crawling along a large tree. And on the tree there is a nest, and in the nest there are chicks. When the chicks saw the snake, they shouted, and wept: - Help! Help! But no one came to their aid. And the snake hisses, opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue. Climbs higher, creeps closer and closer ... The boy was at first very scared, and then took pity on the chicks: he took his strong stick, swung and hit the snake. She turned around, curled up again and jumped on the boy. The snake was strong, thick and long. The snake and the boy fought for a very long time, but the boy won. He threw snake meat to the chicks, and again lay down under the bush and fell asleep, because he was very tired.
Suddenly the forest rustled from the wind, the night animals hid in their holes, the stars covered themselves with clouds. This, waving its mighty wings widely, the miracle bird flew to its chicks. She saw the boy, screamed in a terrible scream:
Human, human! Rip it up yeggo! Mom, mom, - the chicks cried, - this man killed the snake, fed us! Then the miracle bird sank to the ground and spread its wide wing over the boy so that neither wind nor rain would interfere with his sleep. In the morning the brave boy woke up, saw a large wing above him and began to cry. “Don't be afraid,” the wonder bird told him. - You saved my children, now I will do whatever you want for you. “Take me home,” the boy said. - Sit on my back, hug me by the neck. And the miracle bird lifted the boy high, carried him far away and lowered him to the roof of his home.
Questions and tasks:
Was there a case in your life when at first you were very scared of something, and then you were still able to commit a brave act?
What else, besides strength, does a person need to have in order to come to someone's aid?
Imagine that you are with a boy. How would you help him cope with the insidious snake?
Come up with a fairy tale about how a magic bird decided to thank the boy and turned him into the bravest man in the world.
Come up with a story about how the chicks, when they grew up, helped a boy in trouble.
Imagine that you are talking to the bravest man on earth. What did you ask him about?
Why do some people only become brave when someone is being protected?
Scene "School of Courage"
Children are divided into groups. One person from the group is the headmaster of the school of bravery, the rest are students. In the scene, the children must tell how and what they will learn in the school of bravery.
Drawing "Wonder Bird"
Draw a wonderful bird from a fairy tale.
JUNIOR PRINCE
Parable
The king had three sons. The elder was a brave warrior and skillfully wielded any weapon. He dreamed of becoming a commander, and the king put him at the head of his army. The middle son wanted to glorify the royal family by building temples and castles. My father agreed with him and gave money for construction. Only the youngest son upset the king. He did not fight, did not build, but read books all day. The youngest son of the king studied history, languages and customs different nations.
Son, why are you studying the customs and languages of foreign peoples? You must love your homeland, - the king often reproached the prince.
The son silently listened to his father, but continued his studies.
Suddenly, unexpectedly, trouble came. The king's neighbors banded together and declared war. The royal army suffered defeat after defeat. Finally the day of the last battle came. In numerous temples, all who could not fight prayed to the Lord for salvation. The day before the battle, the king's younger son entered the commander's tent. - Why did you come here, scribe? Leave immediately! There will be a battle tomorrow! - cried the young commander.
Yes, son, you don't belong here, - supported the king, who was also preparing to win or die in the last battle. The king's youngest son took out the paper and calmly said: - I spent three days in the enemy camp. Here is the location of the enemy's guns and all their plans. Tomorrow at dawn the main enemy forces will bypass our army along a narrow ravine and strike us in the rear. After the story of the youngest son, the king ordered to prepare for battle. The battle was fierce, but enemies everywhere ran into traps and were defeated.
Son, you turned out to be a hero. How could you hide among the enemies for three whole days? ”The king exclaimed, hugging his youngest son after the victory.
I did not hide, but walked freely everywhere, because I knew the languages and customs of these people. So they took me for their own, ”the prince replied.
Weren't you scared? - his brother was surprised.
Love for the Motherland is higher than the fear of death, - the youngest son answered calmly.
Questions and tasks:
Why did the king think that his youngest son did not love his homeland?
What do you think, if a person knows foreign languages perfectly, does this mean that he does not love his homeland?
What language would you like to learn and why?
Think, what is the most worthy occupation for the son of a king?
Imagine that you are a prince (princess). Tell us what you would be doing.
Stage
Children are divided into groups. One person from the group plays the role of the king, the rest of his children: princes or princesses. In the scene, the “children of the king” take turns telling their father what they can do for the glory of their homeland.
Discuss with the children the topic “What can I do for my homeland”.
HOMELAND BEAUTIFUL SUN, EXPENSIVE TO GOLD
She is more precious than gold,
There is beauty and depth in it.
It is your first home in the world
And my dear mother's look is dear.
Money cannot buy it
And it's impossible not to love.
And we love her the stronger,
The longer we are apart from her.
Questions and tasks for conversation:
Ask the children to think of a place or event that they associate with the word "Homeland" and tell them about it.
List all the good things that Motherland has given you.
Do you think a person can have two Motherlands or more?
Imagine you have to teach a lesson on
love for the Motherland in a class where children of different nations study. How
would you teach a lesson so that each of the students feel proud of their native land and was not offended?
Stage
Divide the children into pairs. In the dialogue scene, one person from the pair claims that a person's homeland can be any place on earth that he has fallen in love with during his life, or even the whole world; and the second proves that the Motherland is the place where you were born.
Fairy tales and parables about family and holidays,
fairy tales about science, paints, paintings and artists,
fairy tales and legends about professions, creativity and craftsmen,
fairy tales about sounds, music and musicians,
about the beauty of the native language, letters and words,
about art in its amazing versatility,
about trees, nature and flowers
and much, much more
Children's literature by A. Lopatina and M. Skrebtsova.
Unique technique: upbringing and education through
kind fairy tales and educational games.
Fairy tales are very important in the life of every person: firstly, fairy tales are understandable for both adults and children, and secondly, fairy tales keep moral postulates and convey them from heart to heart.
To date, 26 out of 45 books have already been published, in which knowledge is transmitted through funny wise tales. For example, in the book "Tales of Words and Letters" more than a hundred fairy tales, games and practical exercises dedicated to words and letters not only help children quickly master reading and writing, but also teach them to be kind and friendly.
In 1998 Russian Publishers Association awarded these books an honorary diploma, calling them " The best books of the year".
Fairy tales... Saying this word, in the blink of an eye we are transported to Magic world childhood ... What fairy tales did we love the most? What fairy tales did our parents read to us? What fairy tale did mom tell us most often? And what kind of fairy tales would we like to give our children? Of course, first of all it should be kind fairy tales. Wise fairy tales that develop the correct perception of the world. Interesting fairy tales full of mystery and miracles. Beautiful fairy tales, wonderful content and illustrations. Fairy tales that teach goodness. Fairy tales, awakening all the best and kind in the child. Fairy tales, bearing in themselves light and joy, hope and faith, mystery and inspiration.
Our children's literature is at the same time:
- kind and smart fairy tales and poems;
- educational tasks and fun games.
Children's books tells:
- About family and holidays;
- About loyalty and courage;
- About colors, colors and sounds;
- About land, water, trees and plants;
- About food and hygiene rules;
- About polite words and rules of conduct
Creative games, questions and tasks:
- teach children to freely express their thoughts;
- develop imagination and intuition;
- help to actively comprehend the basics of language, mathematics and other sciences.
FAIRY TALE
There is no person who at least once was not touched to the depths of the soul by a magic fairy tale. There is no child who would not be conquered by the sincerity and gaiety, naivety and wisdom of a folk tale.
The tales of different peoples are deeply national, although in many there are the same fabulous plots. These tales are an amazing symbol of the unity of peoples and their spiritual connection. Folk tale - an inexhaustible source of life-giving wisdom, from which writers draw inspiration, creating their author's tales.
A fairy tale for a child first of all, a means of knowing the world, a way of active worldview. The tale teaches bright and strong human feelings, it offers a path on which you can find your happiness. Children's literature needs the disinterested soaring of the spirit living in a fairy tale.
Wise Tales are written not only for children, but also for adults, in whom a child's soul remains, not crushed by the hardships of adulthood. Dear parents and grandparents, read wise fairy tales with your children, sparing no effort and time, read fairy tales aloud. As in the good old days, when there was no radio or television, adults read good fairy tales to children, introducing their children into adult life with the help and protection of magical powers.
Fairy tale amuses, fairy tale touches, fairy tale fascinates. But with all this, she invariably poses questions; the fairy tale wants the child to think.
The song is a fairy tale
M. Skrebtsova
What is the most amazing and magical in a fairy tale that makes the souls of people soften and seem to smile furtively at the word? Childhood does not pass, does not disappear from the soul forever, but is childhood and a fairy tale not a single whole, indestructible !? This means that the fairy tale has put down its eternal roots in the soul and lives in it quiet, timid and imperceptible. Only sometimes it will shine when people talk about it or treat a tired heart with it. Or, children's eyes will light up like stars and ask, pray for a fairy tale to come, sing their magic songs in a revived voice, not timid and concealed, but boldly opened to meet the beggar. And sometimes - they don't forget about her, there are pure, fabulous souls - these are shelters for a fairy tale-sorceress, in them - she is the mistress, everything is arranged according to her fabulous taste. And these fabulous souls carry the fairy tale within themselves through their complex and confused life; and where they pass - the knots unravel, the mountains part, the hands of heaven reach out for help. There is an inexplicable miracle in the soul of a fairy tale. Children know better than anyone else about this miracle - a fairy tale in them lives indiscriminately, lives side by side with the soul, admires its pure light and shows itself. Just how long is it? Will a person want to become related to a fairy tale for life ?!
The world would, fairy tale fairy , I would remake, I would move mountains, I would lay new roads to new cities, I would build bridges from heart to heart. She would comfort everyone, touch everyone with a gentle breath - and there would be no cruelty in the world of God, created for light and happiness, for her - a fairy tale destined.
Knows fairy tale, a secret source in which dreams, hopes, aspirations, and best impulses are hidden - after all, she herself drinks pure moisture from it. Knows everything, and this is her great wisdom, not appreciated by everyone. Knows the fairy tale and waits patiently for its hour, the magic time - when the world is filled with it, and in this world the fairy tale will be a queen and its fairytale kingdoms will erect and people will say that the Kingdom of God has come and will sing praise fairy tale!
To SUN OF KIND always shone on our children, fairy tales about dad, mom and family |
Christmas night. S. Lagerlöf.
It was Christmas Eve. Everyone went to church, except for my grandmother and me. I think that the two of us were alone in the whole house; only my grandmother and I could not go with everyone, because she was too old, and I was too small. We were both grieved that we would not hear the Christmas carols and see the sacred lights.
When we, lonely, sat on grandmother's sofa, grandmother began to tell:
“One deep at night, a man went to look for fire. He went from one house to another and knocked:
- Kind people, help me! - he said. - Give me hot coals to start a fire: I need to warm the just-born Baby and His Mother.
The night was deep, all the people were asleep, and no one answered him.
The man who was looking for fire came up to the flock; three huge dogs those lying at the feet of the shepherd jumped up, hearing other people's footsteps; they opened their wide mouths as if they wanted to bark, but the sound of the barking did not break the silence of the night. The man saw how the fur rose on the backs of the dogs, how the sharp teeth of a dazzling white sparkled in the darkness, and the dogs rushed at him. One of them grabbed him by the leg, the other - by the arm, the third - grabbed his throat; but the teeth and jaws did not obey the dogs, they could not bite the stranger and did not cause him the slightest harm.
The man wanted to go to the fire to take the fire. But the sheep lay so close to one another that their backs were touching, and he could not go further forward. Then the man climbed on the backs of the animals and walked along them to the fire. And not a single sheep woke up or moved. "
Until now, without interrupting, I listened to my grandmother's story, but then I could not help but ask:
- Why didn't the sheep move? - I asked my grandmother.
- You will find out a little later, - answered the grandmother and continued the story:
“When the man approached the fire, the shepherd noticed him. He was an old, sullen man who was cruel and harsh towards all people. Seeing a stranger, he grabbed a long, pointed stick, with which he was driving his flock, and threw it with force at the stranger. The stick flew right at the person, but without touching him, turned to the side and fell somewhere far in the field. "
At this point, I again interrupted my grandmother:
- Grandma, why didn't the stick hit the man? I asked; but my grandmother did not answer me and continued her story.
“The man approached the shepherd and said to him:
- Good friend! Help me, give me some fire.
A baby has just been born; I need to make a fire to warm the Baby and His Mother.
The shepherd would most willingly refuse a stranger. But when he remembered that the dogs could not bite this man, and the stick did not hit him, as if it didn’t want to hurt him, the shepherd felt terrified and he did not dare to refuse the stranger his request.
“Take as much as you want,” he told the man.
But the fire was almost extinguished. The twigs and branches had burned out long ago, only blood-red coals remained, and the man thought with concern and bewilderment about what to bring him the hot coals.
Noticing the stranger's embarrassment, the shepherd repeated once more to him:
- Take as much as you need!
He gloatedly thought that man would not be able to take the fire. But the stranger bent down, with his bare hands took out hot coals from the ashes and put them in the edge of his cloak. And the coals not only didn’t burn his hands when he took them out, but they didn’t burn his cloak either, and the stranger went back calmly, as if he were carrying nuts or apples in his cloak, not hot coals ”.
Here again I could not help but ask:
- Granny! Why did they not burn the coals of a man and burn his cloak?
- You will soon find out, - answered the grandmother and began to tell further.
“The old, sullen, wicked shepherd was amazed at everything that he had to see.
- What is this night, he asked himself, - in which the dogs do not bite, the sheep are not frightened, the stick does not hit and the fire does not burn?
He called out to the stranger and asked him:
- What a wonderful night tonight? And why do animals and objects show you mercy?
“I cannot tell you this if you don’t see it yourself,” the stranger answered and went his own way, hurrying to make a fire to warm the Mother and the Baby.
But the shepherd did not want to lose sight of him until he knew what it all meant. He got up and followed the stranger, and went to his dwelling.
Then the shepherd saw that this man was not living in a house or even in a hut, but in a cave under a rock; the walls of the cave were bare, made of stone, and a strong cold was coming from them. Here lay the Mother and the Child.
Although the shepherd was a callous, stern man, he felt sorry for the innocent Child, who could freeze in a rocky cave, and the old man decided to help Him. He removed the sack from his shoulders, untied it, took out a soft, warm fluffy sheep skin, and handed it to a stranger to wrap the Baby in it.
But at the same moment, when the shepherd showed that he could be merciful, his eyes and ears were opened, and he saw what he could not see before, and heard what he could not hear before.
He saw that the cave was surrounded by many angels with silver wings and snow-white robes. All of them Hold a harp in their hands and sing loudly, glorify the Savior of the world who was born on this night, Who will free people from sin and death.
Then the shepherd understood why all the animals and objects that night were so kind and merciful that they did not want to harm anyone.
Angels were everywhere; they surrounded the Child, sat on the mountain, soared under the heavens. Everywhere there was glee and mirth, singing and music; the dark night now sparkled with a multitude of heavenly lights, shone with a bright light emanating from the dazzling clothes of the angels. And the shepherd saw and heard all this on that wonderful night, and was so glad that his eyes and ears were opened that he fell on his knees and thanked God. "
Then the grandmother sighed and said:
- What the shepherd saw, we could also see, because angels fly over the earth every Christmas night and praise the Savior, but if we were worthy of it.
And grandma put her hand on my head and said:
- Note to yourself that all this is as true as the fact that I see you, and you me. Neither candles, nor lamps, nor the sun, nor the moon will help a person: only a pure heart opens his eyes, with which a person can enjoy contemplating the beauty of heaven.
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