Posts Tagged ‘Russian Folklore’
May
Russian Fairytale: Baba Yaga & The Wicked Geese
The girl kept on running and soon she saw an Apple-Tree and asked it if it had seen in what direction the Geese flew. The Apple-Tree answered: “Eat my wild forest apple and I will show you”. The girl responded rudely: “I won’t eat your wild apple. I don’t even eat good apples from my father’s garden.” The Apple-Tree didn’t answered her and did show her the direction.
The girl ran and ran and at last she saw was a Milk River with kissel [a kind of sweet starchy jelly] banks. The girl asked: “Milk River, kissel banks, could you tell me in what direction Baba Yaga’s Geese have flown carrying my poor little brother?”
The Milk River replied: “Eat my milk kissel and I will show you the direction.” “I don’t eat even cream at home,” the girl responded.
The girl ran in forests and fields and in the evening she saw a little hut that stood on chicken legs and turned itself around. Her little brother sat on the bench and played with silver apples. In the hut old Baba Yaga was spinning her yarn. The girl said: “Baba Yaga, let me rest and warm myself.” “Take the spindle and spin,” Baba Yaga replied.
After Baba Yaga had left the room the girl saw a little gray mouse. “Give me some grain and I will give you a piece of good advice,” said the little mouse. The girl gave it some grain and the mouse continued: “Baba Yaga has gone to stoke a stove, she is going to wash you, and then she is intending to roast you in the stove and eat you. Take your little brother and run and I will spin instead of you.”
The girl was very frightened and naturally followed the mouse’s advice. She took her brother and ran away.
Baba Yaga asked if the girl spun yarn and the mouse answered that she did. When Baba Yaga returned and found that the girl and her little brother disappeared, she ordered: “Baba Yaga’s Geese! Fly and catch that sister and her brother.”
The girl and her little brother reached the Milk River and noticed that Baba Yaga’s Geese were in pursuit of them.
“Dear Milk River, please hide us,” the girl entreated. “Eat my kissel.” The children ate kissel and the Milk River hid them under its kissel banks. The Baba Yaga’s Geese didn’t find them and the children went on running but soon they noticed the Baba Yaga’s Geese spotted them and were in hot pursuit.
They saw the Apple-Tree and the girl begged: “Dear Apple-Tree, please, hide us!” “Eat my wild forest apples.” The children ate the apples and thanked the Apple-Tree. The Apple-Tree covered them with its branches and Baba Yaga’s Geese didn’t notice them.
The girl and her brother continued running and this time when the Baba Yaga’s Geese saw them again the children nearly got caught. Fortunately at the right moment, the children saw the Stove and cried: “Stove, please, hide us!” “Eat my rye patty,” said the Stove. The children ate the patties and hid themselves inside the Stove. The Baba Yaga’s Geese could not catch the sister and her brother and they flew away. The children thanked the Stove and ran home.
At the exact moment that the children returned home, their parents came home from work. They praised their daughter for taking good care of her brother. They never found out what happened to them, because the girl vowed not to worry her parents with the events that happened that day. She also learned to listen to her parents, not to be naughty and feisty, and to have a respect to others.
Since then, everyone lived happily ever after.
Mar
Russian Fairytale: Ruslan and Ludmila
In days long since past, Prince Vladimir of Kiev held a magnificent feast in honor of the marriage of his daughter Ludmila and the knight Ruslan. Three jealous suitors looked on – Rogday, Farlaf, and Ratmir. The festivities lasted for hours and when they were over, Ruslan led his beautiful young bride to the waiting nuptial bed. Suddenly a light flashed through the night sky and a clap of thunder shook the ground. A strange mist appeared and from somewhere inside it a strange voice spoke. Ruslan turned to embrace his bride, but she had vanished without a trace.
Tags: Russian Fairytales, Russian Folklore, Russian FolktalesMar
Russian Fairytale: Emelya and the Pike
Once upon a time there lived an old man who had three sons, two of them clever young men and the third, Emelya, a fool. The two elder brothers were always at work, while Emelya lay on the stove ledge all day long with not a care in the world.
One day the two brothers rode away to market, and their wives said: (more…)
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Russian Fairytale: The Frog Princess
Two or three hundred years ago in some kingdom there lived a Tsar who had three sons. One day the Tsar called his sons and said, “My children, all of you have grown up to a manhood. It is time to think about marriages. Each of you should shoot an arrow as far as you can. The girl who catches your arrow will be your bride whom you will marry.”
Tags: Fairytales, Folklore, Russian Fairytales, Russian Folklore, Russian Folktales, The Frog PrincessMar
Russian Fairytale: Ivan Tsarevich, the Firebird, and the Gray Wolf
A Very long time ago in a certain kingdom there reigned a Tsar who had three sons, the first was Dimitriy Tsarevich, the second – Vassiliy Tsarevich, and the third – Ivan Tsarevich. The Tsar had a magnificent orchard, where grew his favorite magic apple-tree with golden apples. However every night a Firebird fell into the habit of flying on that apple-tree and tear away few apples. Its feathers were red-and-gold, and bright as a fire, her eyes were like Eastern crystals.
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