The uniqueness of Russian fairy tales lies in the fact that they combine pagan and Christian ideas about the world around them. Paganism is a fictional idea of the people about the universe. It is associated with the deification of various forces of nature: fire, water, earth, animals, plants, heavenly bodies. All this is widely reflected in fairy tales. Time and place are sometimes uncertain in a fairy tale, just as in myths. A fairy tale is full of motives containing belief in the existence of an “other world” and the possibility of returning from there. Old Russian culture is addressed to inner world person. It is characterized by “an emphasis not so much on knowing the world, but on understanding it, extracting human meaning, and comprehending the laws of human moral life.” The heroes of fairy tales do not remake the world, but with the help of the elements, animals, birds, and heavenly bodies, they find personal happiness.
Firebirds in mythology
Since ancient times, among the most different nations birds were intermediaries between heaven and earth. Researcher of Slavic mythology P. Troshchin suggests that initially “sky” and the huge bird “eagle” were designated by the Slavs as one word. In ancient times, there was a belief that every ten years an eagle rushes into a flame, then into a sea wave, and regains its youth. The Khanty considered a tree sacred, on which eagles nested for several years in a row.” Among the ancient Slavs, the falcon was the first bird and the first god of the world. According to legends, it was the FALCON bird that brought fire to earth - a spark from the sun, and from the lighting of a tree, heavenly fire appeared on earth. “The rooster was revered by the pagans as a bird dedicated to Perun and the hearth, and at the same time an emblem of happiness and fertility,” writes Afanasyev.” The image of the Firebird goes back to the image of the Sacred Bird - the Fiery Messenger of the Gods. On Russian folk cups of the 18th - 20th centuries. The Firebird can often be seen depicted in the form of the Firebird, the Irian Messenger, somewhat reminiscent of a peacock. The firebird personified fire, the sun, and creativity.
Light image of the Firebird
This research based on Russian texts folk tales, revised by A. N. Afanasyev, the fairy tale by P. P. Ershov “The Little Humpbacked Horse”.
How is the Firebird described in fairy tales? The verbal description by eyewitnesses of the Firebird is as follows: “bright, rare, flies through the air, glows, shimmers with different lights,” etc. - Well, why not a peacock? Peacocks were known at the princely courts. Such birds were imported from the East. But why was this bird, little known to the common people, so popular among the people? What caused her deification? And why is it called “Heat” - that is, “burning coal”? A fire bird?
It’s not just the peacock that fits all the descriptions of “The Firebird.” All these characteristics are a description of... ball lightning. Such and such a “bird”, flying through the air, glowing and shimmering with lights, was well known among the people. They knew and were afraid.
One of the Firebird's bad habits is to leave circles of fallen grains on the field. Judging by Russian fairy tales, peasants have been guarding the villain for a long time. However, nothing could be obtained from the frightened watchmen, except for vague descriptions of either the FIREbird or the BALL bird. “Fiery red and gold feathers, wings like tongues of flame, and eyes sparkling like diamonds...” Despite the blinding light, it has long been noted that the Firebird produces neither smoke nor heat.
The Firebird is named after the color of its plumage. The word heat in circulation is an old form of an adjective used as a definition. It is derived from hot “fiery, ore-yellow” or “red-yellow, orange,” that is, it originally had a color meaning. In the fairy tale, the Firebird’s coloring is golden, its cage, beak, and feathers are golden. The symbolism here is obvious: the Firebird is the solar bird, the sky is the house of the Sun, gold is the metal of the sun.
In fairy tales, the Firebird acts as a kidnapper. She feeds on golden rejuvenating apples, which give eternal youth, beauty and immortality, and in their meaning are completely equal to living water. Perhaps that is why they believed that her singing healed people.
Both in Ershov’s fairy tale and in the folk tale “The Firebird and Vasilisa the Princess,” the hero picks up the Firebird’s feather, thus breaking the ban.
What is the prohibition that the hero violated? Where does the miracle bird live and why can’t everyone get there?
In a Russian folk tale, a bird lives in a garden behind a stone wall, which is the border between “its” and “alien” worlds. In the fairy tale by P. P. Ershov, the Firebird lives in the thirtieth kingdom in the garden of the Tsar Maiden. This kingdom is a fabulously rich land that was dreamed of in ancient times. The Tsar Maiden lives in a fabulous golden palace, this motif is also taken from folklore, more precisely the period of pagan beliefs about the palace of the god - Yarila. Ershov captured and embodied in his “magic tale” the very essence of folk culture, which is associated with early pagan and later Christian ideas.
The firebird is created by the popular imagination from ideas about heavenly fire-flame, and its radiance is as blinding to the eyes as the sun or lightning. The unusual fiery color indicates that it belongs to another, non-human world, so it was impossible to pick up the Firebird’s feather. “That” world is precisely “that light,” the world of the dead. The main participant in the events of the fairy tale is a hero because he manages to return from where no one returns.
But not every person is given the Firebird. Why is help provided to the third son in the fairy tale? What do we know about him? In fairy tales, these are the youngest sons in the family. The eldest sons got married, received their allotment, left the family, and the younger ones remained with the old people. They retained that part of the inheritance that belonged not even to the father, but to the entire clan, in a word, that which was connected with the ancestors.
The youngest son’s attachment to the stove is also interesting, which is found in many fairy tales. According to ancient ideas, the Stove, the hearth of the home, is the basis and symbol of the Home and generic well-being. So, only those who are initially connected with their parents and ancestors are allowed to get into the “other” world and return from there; it is he who is given a magical assistant. But main character achieves success thanks to his personal qualities. In search of the Firebird, the hero of the fairy tale overcomes his fear, doubts, makes mistakes, but still moves forward and achieves his goal. As a reward, the hero of the fairy tale receives not only a magic horse and the Firebird herself, but also a beautiful princess and a kingdom in addition. Even his appearance changes: he becomes handsome, handsome. The heroes of fairy tales are helped to acquire physical health by the elements, spiritual health - the feather of the firebird - the fire of joy, creativity, strength. Thus, the study showed that in Russian folk and original fairy tales, the image of the Firebird personifies good power and is a symbol of good luck, victory, embodies a person’s dream of happiness, and is given into the hands of only a good person.
The image of the Firebird in the life and culture of the Russian people
The Slav often imagined himself as a free bird and dreamed of flying across the blue sea. The dream of freedom and happiness completely merged with the image of a bird. This bird is, without a doubt, connected with the sun: this is evidenced by its plumage and the light that comes from it. For ancient people, the sun was one of the main patron gods. According to popular beliefs, life depends on the radiance of the sun, the creative, fertile power of which lies in its bright spring and summer rays. Among the Slavs, a bird with outstretched wings symbolized the sun.
In Russian folklore, most of the songs, fairy tales, legends, and riddles are about birds. Light images of celestial creatures often appear on dishes, spinning wheels, and embroidery. Folk costume its silhouette resembles a bird: wide sleeves-wings, a headdress-crest, breast and waist decorations-feathers. Sacred birds decorate the platbands of houses, and decorations - amulets in the form of birds - are the most powerful. Later, people began to paint dishes with bright images of the bird so that the luck and happiness bestowed by the Firebird would not leave them. So the Firebird became the guardian of the world and the embodiment of dreams.
Slavic mythology is the key to understanding the soul of the Russian people, their history and culture. Fire birds, according to the views of our ancestors, include: the eagle, since it was associated with heavenly power, and it was a symbol of victory and speed; For ancient Russian people, the falcon was the embodiment of beauty and prowess; its flight speed was compared to the speed of lightning; The rooster was considered a symbol of the sun, fire, and fertility. The firebird personified fire, the sun, and creativity. This is evidenced by her plumage and the light that comes from her. Perhaps this is a poetic image of the dawn. The firebird is the wind, a cloud, lightning plus heat in a peasant stove, a red rooster outside the outskirts.
Firebird - serves good. It emits an unusual, magical color that helps people in their earthly affairs. Many trials and dangers lay in wait on the path of those who dared to go on a search, for any path to a creature that contains the fire of the original creation is thorny and unpredictable. And this one long haul you could try to get through - in your heart, overcoming and changing yourself. Only a desperate daredevil with a pure soul and heart, guided through life by a dream, could see her, having overcome many trials. The light of divine radiance that surrounded the Firebird also fell on man, endowing him with what he wanted most in his heart: talents, skills, happiness.
Since ancient times, man, protecting himself from evil forces, covered his clothes and home with images - amulets. For the Slavic peoples, the firebird was not only a symbol of fire, but also a symbol of happiness and good luck. A fairy tale always opens up the widest scope for reflection and comparison. The results of a survey among students showed that for modern man the image of fire has become secondary, not so significant, the meaning of divinity and amulet disappears. A person perceives this bird as a bird that brings good luck and wealth.
Firebird in modern world is a symbol of happiness.
The Firebird is a wonderful bird in East Slavic mythology. The Firebird is the goal of the quest of various heroes of Russian fairy tales. This is a bird whose feathers have the ability to shine and their brilliance amazes human vision. Getting the firebird involves great difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets to his sons in the fairy tale. Only the gentle youngest son manages to get the firebird. According to a Russian fairy tale, each of her feathers “is so wonderful and bright that if you bring it into a dark room, it shines as if a great many candles were lit in that chamber.” The golden color of the Firebird, its golden cage is associated with the fact that the bird flies from another (“thirtieth kingdom”), where everything that is painted golden comes from.
The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, in this case becoming closer to the Fire Serpent: she takes the mother of the hero of the fairy tale “far away.” Comparative analysis suggests an ancient connection between the Firebird and the Slovak “fire bird” with other mythological images embodying fire, in particular with the fire horse-bird.
Mythologists (Afanasyev) explained the firebird as the personification of fire, light, sun. Leaving aside arbitrary mythological explanations, we can compare the firebird with the medieval, very popular both in our and Western European literature, stories of the “Physiologist” about the wonderful Phoenix bird, reborn from the ashes.
Firebird, painting by artist Viktor Korolkov
Historical reference.
Physiologist - a collection of articles and information about animals and stones, which began in the 2nd or 3rd century AD, presumably in Alexandria. This is a monument to collective creativity. It is based on observations belonging to classical writers, not without the influence of Eastern legends. The selection of these observations was made by Christian writers, who set themselves the goal of bringing them closer to Holy Scripture and Christian tradition. The physiologist consists of separate chapters, numbering up to 50, giving a description of animals and birds, insects, minerals, etc. and a listing of their features and properties, with symbolic interpretations (the properties of animals, for example, are compared with Christian virtues).
The Physiologist included such animals as the phoenix, sirens, centaurs, gorgon, unicorn; the listing of the properties of other animals and especially the symbolic interpretations transport the reader into a completely fabulous world. Nevertheless, the Physiologist enjoyed authority in Muscovite Rus' even in the 17th century. Slavic translations of the Physiologist have been preserved only in Russian copies. The language of the oldest edition indicates the Bulgarian origin of the translation (before the 13th century). The Physiologist's tales were reflected in some ancient Russian articles in various collections, and partly also in folk poetic works; physiological symbolism also penetrated into monuments of art (for example, iconography). In Western Europe, the Physiologist was very popular; in the 13th century it was translated from Latin into the national languages of Europe and became part of medieval encyclopedias. At the same time, its symbolic side somewhat lost its significance, and the Physiologist himself in the Middle Ages took the form of a natural science work, the “Bestiary.”
In Indian mythology, the fabulous bird Garudha is known, with beautiful golden wings; The legends of other peoples also know it. In Rus', she is known as the Firebird, among the Czechs and Slovaks ptak Ohnivak - names indicating her connection with the heavenly flame and fire in general: heat - hot coals in the oven, heat - the sultry time of summer.
The Firebird's feathers shine with silver and gold (the bird Ognivak has reddish feathers), her eyes glow like crystal, and she sits in a golden cage. At deep midnight she flies into the garden and illuminates it with herself as brightly as thousands of lit lights; one feather from her tail, brought into a dark room, can replace the richest lighting; such a feather, the fairy tale says, has a price neither less nor more - more than a whole kingdom, but the bird itself has no price! The Germans call this bird golden - der goldene Vogel, which is based on the direct philological and mythical connection of gold with fire and light.
Since ancient times, such a poetic image was assigned to the god Agni; in the Vedas Agni is called a swift, golden-winged, pure and fiery bird and a mighty falcon. Agni is, first of all, the deity of the heavenly flame of lightning, and then of the earthly fire, stolen from heaven and transferred to people; Consequently, the Firebird is the same embodiment of the god of thunderstorms as the bright falcon, to whom the fairy tale gives colored feathers and the ability to turn into a good young man, or the eagle who carries the peruns. She feeds on golden apples, which give eternal youth, beauty and immortality and are completely identical in meaning to living water; according to Khorutan legend, instead of golden apples, she steals ripe bunches from the glorious vine, which gave a bucket of wine every hour (wine = rain ), and its bile (= the light of the sun hidden in the clouds) returns lost vision.
When the Firebird sings, pearls fall from its open beak, i.e. Along with the solemn sounds of thunder, brilliant sparks of lightning scatter. The Czechs are convinced that her singing heals illnesses and removes blindness from the eyes, i.e. the melodies of a spring thunderstorm brighten the sky from the darkening clouds and give life to nature. The rolls of thunder and the howl of the storm were likened to talking and singing, and on this basis, fantasy endowed all the personifications of thunderclouds with words and prophetic gifts; That’s why Perunov’s fabulous bird received the name of the talking bird. From the same source arose the legend of the Nightingale the Robber, nesting in tall oak trees, whose children turn into black crows with iron noses.
Herodotus wrote down a legend about the wonderful Phoenix bird, eagle-like in appearance, with red and gold feathers; at a certain time, she takes off into the sanctuary of Helios, sings a funeral song and, burning in the solar flame, is again reborn from her ashes. This legend in one of our ancient manuscripts is told as follows: that bird is a single nesting bird, it has neither its companions nor its children, but itself only remains in its nest... But when it grows old, it soars to a height and takes up the fire of heaven, And so, going down, she lights her nest, and then she herself burns, but then again in the ashes of her nest she suffers again. - The meaning is this: the lightning bird, having grown old (= having lost its strength) in the winter, becomes younger with the arrival of spring; when the bright rays of the spring sun warm the cloudy sky, the bird-cloud lights up with a thunderstorm flame and dies in it to the sounds of its own song, i.e. to the sounds of crashing thunder and howling whirlwinds. But dying in a thunderstorm, it is reborn again from the vapors and mists rising from the ground following the falling rains. It should not be forgotten, however, that in mythical ideas one cannot look for a strictly defined relationship between an image created by fantasy and exclusively one particular natural phenomenon; These ideas were born from metaphorical comparisons, and each metaphor could have a variety of applications.
The bird-thrower of lightning arrows was at the same time both a whirlwind bird and a cloud bird; personifying the flame of a thunderstorm, it could at the same time serve as an emblem of the rising sun. Ancient man constantly drew an analogy between a day's dawn and a spring thunderstorm and depicted both in identical poetic pictures. Just as a thunderstorm flame destroys dark clouds and ignites the lamp of the sun that they extinguished, so the glow of the morning dawn drives away the darkness of the night and brings out the clear sun: like a golden-winged, shining bird, it ascends to the vault of heaven and illuminates the wide earth with its rays. That the sun really appeared to be a bird is attested to by the Vedas: I knew you in spirit, says the poet to the rising sun, when you were still far away, you, bird rising from the clouds; I saw (your) winged head, flowing along smooth paths and clean from dust! - Indians of the Vedic era personified the sun in the form of a falcon and a flamingo goose. We find traces of similar personifications among both the Germans and the Slavs.
The spring sun, washed in the rain streams of thunderclouds, appeared to the eyes of mortals - enlightened, brightly shining, and was likened to a snow-white swan bathing in the waters, or to other water birds: a duck and a goose. In lower Germany they lament when it rains:
Lass den Regen tibergehn,
Lass die Sonnewiederkommen!
Sonne komme wieder
Mit deiner Goldfeder,
Mit goldenem Strahl
Beschein uns allzumal...
The name of the swan, meaning white, was quite consistent with the concept of a white deity of daylight. Mistaking the sun for a beautiful goddess, the Germans believed that she could turn into a swan; hence the legend about the swan maiden, as the daughter and companion of the sun, was created. The goddess Synna (sun) and Dagr (day), according to ancient myth, gave birth to a daughter named Svanhvit Gullfjodhr (Schwanweisz Goldfeder - white golden-finned swan), i.e. morning dawn, and this latter had a son Svanr hinn raudhi (Schwan den Roten), i.e. golden rays of the sun.
The Greeks endowed the goddess Zorya (Eos) with light wings. From the morning dawn and the rising sun, these poetic comparisons were transferred to the Day they cited, which, according to ancient monuments, is like predatory bird, plunges its sharp claws into the darkness of the night. The memory of the sun bird is still preserved in the Little Russian riddle, which calls the daylight a spinning bird: there is an old oak tree, on that oak there is a spinning bird; You can’t get anyone - neither the king, nor the queen. The sunbird sits on an old oak tree; The annual passage of time, determined by the solar movement, was likened by folk fantasy to a growing tree on which the sun bird nests, lays white and black eggs and hatches from them day and night. Other riddles speak even more clearly about the representation of the sun as a bird: the clear falcon came, all the people went - i.e. with the dawn of day people wake up; Serbian: a bird without a tooth, but svsht izjede = the sun drowns (eats) white (light-like) snow.
Firebird
Robin
In fairy tales - reality and fables,
Someone forgot, but someone understood, -
How the Firebird soars
From the warmth of your palms.
To fly to the aid of a friend,
He is wandering somewhere, dear.
The chain mail is heavy for him,
And with the Firebird it will become easier.
Somewhere my dear sons are waiting,
A pristine beginning.
So that his heart does not go out,
Yes, it knew the way to the house.
If something happens to him,
Yes, and where he is is unknown,
Then in your soul there is a Firebird -
Can't find a place for himself.
In the bitter cold, Firebird,
From the warmth of your palms, boldly, -
A spark will rush towards the Sun,
So that it burns stronger.
I told you this fairy tale,
For the mind, perhaps, food.
Fools walk around the world
This is not where they are looking for the Firebird.
Firebird
Alexander Ignatov 3
It was all true or a dream,
The cherished dream came true.
Heat Bird gave me a feather
And again I rose to the stars.
She bestowed goodness and happiness,
Gave me a piece of joy.
The road to tomorrow has opened,
She called me into an unusual world.
The pen does not disappear from your hands,
Sparkles with rainbow colors.
He promises to make dreams come true,
There is no hurry to return to the fairy tale.
It was all true or a dream,
But if it’s a dream, dream longer.
Come again my Fire Bird,
Share your happiness with me...
Firebird
Vasily Rosov
Soaring into the heights with sapphire fire,
In a wafer of gold and a flash of ruby,
Firebird on a bright, clear day
The prophetic epic shone.
Flying, I seduced the dreams of the place,
And even the Sun was surprised:
“Where does this beauty come from?
Yes, what kind of miracle appeared?!
And what kind is it? What family?
Breed? Sort?”, whispering jealously.
The children shouted: “Hey! Fly!!"
Headlong, pursuing zealously.
She rushes over the ground
So beautiful that the eyes go numb,
And even the ardent summer heat,
Noticing it, it immediately turns cold.
Not a fairy tale, no. I clearly saw:
The sapphire in diamonds flew by,
Offended with unprecedented beauty
All those who did not want to believe.
Firebird
Vasily Tolstoys
...A colorful dream is real:
the firebird flies from the sky,
carrying the heat on his wings,
and sits on your hand.
Anxious in the wilds of sleep,
so simple, without reason.
Moon over the wasteland
hung picturesquely.
Painfully silent
not a rustle, not a groan.
The threads of sleep are woven.
The soul is silent, sleepless.
The firebird's eye is burning,
mysterious, anxious,
and no protection
for vision and skin.
Despair. Creak
slammed door
and then a long sob
numb heart.
Firebird
Victor Zobkov
Well, why, why does this happen so often?
It seems that we managed to catch the hot bird,
My happiness hovers somewhere nearby all the time,
But I can’t, I can’t find him!
Cold winters are replaced by warm summers,
After the night there always comes dawn,
Someone will easily catch their happiness in life,
But for some, believe me, it’s gone all their lives...
A young girl is looking for Prince Charming,
He searches everywhere for him and can’t find him,
And makes her little pimple suffer,
It seems to her that she is like a freak duckling
But the duckling has grown into a beautiful swan,
The time will come and your beauty will bloom,
And you won’t have to look for a young prince,
The prince himself will undoubtedly find you someday!
Firebird
Vladimir Sorochkin
This dream will still repeat itself,
And not once, and not twice, and not three:
The firebird will fly by on a dark night,
Burning me from the inside.
He won’t utter a cry or a word,
It will only flash with a bright stripe
Above the straw of a silent roof,
Above the silent green dew.
It will flare up and fade away without time,
Turning into scattered child,
Carrying high with you
This house, this meadow, this garden. -
Only life will leave, silent
Opening the frontier for you,
To look for blinding lightning
In the middle of hopeless skies.
Firebird
Dima Peter
You have to dream about this
In an unknown wonderful land
I tried to catch the firebird
Well, I really liked it
Maybe it's easier to catch a tit for me?
Can you grab a crane by the feather?
Only the overseas bird beckons
What lives, where is foreign land
I sneak slowly through the forest
I'm afraid I'll scare away the miracle
Maybe it's not a bird - a princess?
Trying to get away from me
Mocking, from branch to branch
Teases again, from bush to bush
That will leave me a star mark
It will flash its tail feathers
Apparently I wanted to have fun
Above me and to other lands
Like a dream flew away from me
My firebird has flown away
Fairytale dialogue
Elena Dosayeva
The night has laid out star networks.
Outside the window is the first snow of October.
The singer in the cage became sad
My Golden Firebird...
Why aren’t you happy, Sun?
Don't like food or drink?
"Because, Alyonushka, a fairy tale
We haven't lived with you for a long time...
Look at yourself - you're a drunkard, -
You drink the wine of unloved years..."
But life is so simple! and calm, -
There are no wolves or princes.
"I wish I could fly now without fear
After all, without wind, a feather fades."
No one needs fire caress! -
You should have become a test subject long ago!
"Are we really going to languish forever?
In this one-room captivity?
And you think: someone will decide
Will he believe in us again, in nonsense?
Firebird, part 1
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
I am a fire bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All woven from light,
My rays are warm...
This is not a fairy tale at all.
Tame the Firebird!
I live in a distant world,
What is called a dream,
But to random travelers
Don't be here.
The radiant tail sparkles,
And the wings are so light!
Flying towards my pure light
Baby moths.
Not everyone can be a daredevil
Look at the feathers
After all, at least a little too
It should burn itself!
Like a warm ray of sunshine
I'm floating above the world.
You take a better look -
I give feathers to everyone!
When the rains pour down,
Thunder rumbles in the sky,
Suddenly a rainbow shines -
Then I share the pen!
And everyone will be happy
Whether he is young or gray:
The paths of that colorful
There is nothing more pleasing to the eye!
And I’ll draw with a touch
I am a feather pattern -
And the northern lights
The space will be decorated.
Sorceress Firebird -
Beautiful queen!
Firebird, part 2
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
It happens above the Earth
I float easily, I spin,
And a warm wave
I lie down on the shores,
And in the sultry bright summer
I give you a sheaf of sparks
- The meadows bloom at the same time...
I draw the dawn
I'll add color to the fruits
And gold to the fields,
With all the tenderness of dawn
I'll show myself to my friends.
Children love me so much!
Artists, creators...
It is known that in the world
You can't live without beauty
Goodness and creation
Live a happy life.
Cherished desire -
Tame the firebird!
The sorceress Firebird -
Beautiful queen!
Firebird, part 3
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
Of course, I'm not always
Cheerful and cheerful
But people forget
About good deeds
And they don't always find
Warmth in our hearts
Sadness wanders with longing
Then in my worlds...
It’s difficult for one firebird
Try for people.
You can help me too
And do not spare the lights.
There is beauty in actions
Both in thoughts and in words.
Think about the little ones
Sick and old people
Alas, not everyone can
Their light is so weak...
But it will help you become better
My wonderful comb!!
And fluffy gold
I'll touch your heart
And a sparkling ray
I'll settle in quietly!
So the flame will burn,
And maybe somewhere again
The son suddenly remembers his mother,
Give her Love
Hello from distant lands
My father will send you a letter...
And less lonely
There will be hearts left.
Oh, there would be aspiration
Sparkle, burn, blaze...
Don't feel sorry for inspiration -
I'll fire again!
I'll take off with the warm wind,
My hair is disheveled,
Just don't be afraid at the same time,
Calling me with you,
Firebird sorceress -
Beautiful queen!
Firebird, part 4
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
I'd be sad
Always fly alone
Among the crystal stars,
But all my friends are with me:
And a sunny bunny,
And mother's love,
And the sonorous laughter of the boy
Help me again
To be useful and necessary...
So that beauty lives
Let's unite together
For good deeds!
Both with a brush and with a word
We'll paint the light
And a golden pattern,
(There is no one more wonderful than him)
I will embroider the word "friendship"
And the Sun will harden,
I need to hand it over
To the one who burns himself...
Who shines with kindness
And who is faithful to his friends,
Recognizes me easily
By amber feathers.
I am a fire bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All woven from light,
My rays are warm...
This is not a fairy tale at all.
Tame the Firebird!
And if you're very lucky -
You will go on a flight with me!!!
Firebird Feather
Elena Sevryugina 3
I can be proud of myself
Even though I have a hard time believing
What did the Firebird's feather find?
In the morning in our park!
Maybe above our house
The bird flew by
And a feather that is more beautiful than the sun,
I lost it at night...
I went to my mother to brag -
She said: “Pasha!
Firebirds are unlikely to be found
In our region!”
I asked my father for advice -
He said cautiously:
“There is no such bird in the world,
Perhaps only in a fairy tale!”
What is this really?
Even my friend Kolya
Doesn't believe me one bit...
Should I burst into tears?
Firebird
Ivan Esaulkov
A Russian fairy tale says:
Who has the feather of the Firebird -
Let him admire and marvel
To his play and light.
We need to go abroad
For the pen - after all, to our capital
This same Firebird
Has not flown for many years.
It’s like he doesn’t hear the call
Neither Popov nor Luzhkov.
And now Sobyanin again
Calls the prophetic bird.
Only the bird is not ready,
He answers everyone sternly:
"Let you have a horse's shoe
It will bring mountains of happiness!
I'd rather live abroad
At least in Antalya, at least in Nice.
I'm eating pizza
In full view of onlookers
And I won't rush
To appear in Russia...
I just dream for some reason
Ivanushka is a fool!”
Today the Firebird flew to me...
Larisa Kuzminskaya 6
Today the Firebird flew to me...
Flashed in the lines, rustling with wings,
Whose soul is it in the gold wings
Did you quietly drop feathers like tears?
What is there in the unknown, distant worlds?
Are there many fairy tales or sad ballads?
Is the helicopter town there so beautiful?
Are there many blue-eyed angels there?
I didn’t wait for an answer from the bird,
The bird was silent and disappeared away,
This dark night was strange
She splashed moonlight into the lines for me.
Firebird
Larisa Tereshchenko 8
How can I sleep here? I can't sleep with delight.
The firebird got lost in our forest.
It beats among the branches and freezes,
She still doesn’t know who will help her.
He believes that he will meet Ivan soon,
He will pray for this tirelessly,
Ivan will throw his zipunishka at her,
So as not to get burned, smart guy,
And don’t go blind from this beauty.
He will rush to the field, there with a rye mustache
The wind in the ears will laugh at him:
- That's it, Vanyusha, you succeeded.
You shouldn't have let go of such beauty,
It became much darker in the forest.
- I kind of saved the bird from prison,
The field will save me from the scrip.
Do good deeds with love,
So that your soul is pure.
Firebird
Leonid Grushko
Based on Slavic mythology
The Firebird sings all day long,
Reviving the Garden of Eden,
And with love, the Tsar Maiden
He glances at her.
Golden plumage,
The peacock's tail burns with heat,
Maybe any feather
Light up the graveyard in the night.
And she will flap her wings,
Which are very large
To know that the flame is breaking free,
Tongues lick the sky.
Looking for food at night
In distant kingdoms and lands
And in the gardens he fattens in secret
From the servants and the king.
In a cage, pure gold,
Will return before dawn -
The song will be difficult,
And she burns like heat!
Firebird
Lyudmila Vyatkina
At the very edge of the earth,
Where - no one knew exactly
(so that they couldn’t find it),
The firebird made a nest.
In that world, completely different,
Far from the bustle,
She kept the fire
Creations and dreams.
Know if you decide to take a risk
And get yourself a bird:
The path is thorny and dangerous,
Dashing agility is inappropriate.
Difficult, oh, difficult steps:
You will erase it on the way to Paradise
Iron boots,
Eat an iron loaf.
But there is a shorter way -
Start changing yourself
Just grasp the essence -
Live this life lovingly!
Love is that magical gift
What is given to people by the gods;
Warm heart heat -
The ore of feelings melts in it.
The wonderful light will scatter
The soul is lonely and dark.
You'll get the answer to everything
Like in the fairy tale Ivan the Fool.
Firebird
Lyudmila Kulikova 2
Either it’s reality or I’m dreaming,
Suddenly it became bright,
Flying Firebird
She dropped the feather from her tail.
Stays warm for a long time
Emitting a thick light,
If it gets cold, you'll have to take it
Only a gold bar.
Many tried to follow
Daredevils are behind the Firebird
Yes, I was left with burns
Or no hand at all.
This bird is not for a cage
Lives in the myths of the Slavs,
She is vigilant, like an eagle,
The color of Perun is guarding.
Either it’s reality or I’m dreaming,
But all the flowers have faded
From the glow of the Firebird
Incomparable beauty.
Firebird
Melnikov Igor Glebovich
One day from a blank page,
Lost in thought, I tear my eyes away.
And again the glow of the firebird
I'll see it in the window in reality.
Once upon a time in foliage with clouds
On my other evenings
I wanted to touch with my hands
Her golden pen.
Chasing the ghostly light
Years have turned into words.
But, of course, only about this
I didn't even think then.
I don't know what else I'll be like
In the unearthly young fire,
What miracle will I believe?
Bending over a silent leaf.
Firebird
Natalya Shkonda
In a wonderful country.
On Earth or on the Moon
The miracle bird has settled -
A real queen.
Surprisingly beautiful
Feathers, golden tail.
Sparkles with rainbow light...
And her name is Firebird.
It's a pity that only in a dream
You're coming to me.
Firebird
Svetlana Gladkova
Like a dove among a flock of crows
I can immediately spot her in the crowd...
W. Shakespeare
Among the gray birds there is a firebird.
The plumage shines in the shimmer.
She will not be embarrassed under a biased gaze.
She is waiting impatiently for what she deserves.
Gray little birds are chirping around,
She listens to them condescendingly,
But she feels lonely in the crowd, and the evening
She's no longer entertained at all.
The firebird, because she is the firebird,
That he doesn’t dream about crumbs from someone’s hands,
She can't sleep for a long time because of her crazy dreams,
And she flies high in the sky.
But the unusual bird is lonely -
She will not join the flock of sparrows.
Is it indecent to be bright?
She won’t “mow” under the gray ones.
Dream, firebird! Don't rush to give up
There is no need to waste yourself on trifles.
The dreams of people like you should come true.
Love will come like a falling star.
Firebird
Svetlana Lemaeva
I can't sit still.
I remembered the feather of the firebird,
The one who flies in fairy tales,
It illuminates with a bright light.
How to find a bird?
I wish I could become an adult soon!
After all, the feather of a magic bird
Many may find it useful:
And heals illnesses
And it helps in times of misfortune.
I will find the feather of the firebird.
Mom will be proud of me!
Firebird
Shurik Shulgin
Fly with me my Firebird!
I want to live in your fire!
Please don't let me land -
I'm too cramped on the ground!
I ask you to always be there
When, soaring to the skies,
I enjoy the starfall
Not believing my own eyes!
I'm very scared of getting lost
Among the heavenly beauty...
Let me hold on to you!
Don't let me fall from above!
In different parts of our world there are legends about amazing animals and birds that no one has ever seen, but whose descriptions are strikingly similar.
In different cultures, the image of the Firebird acquired its own details and shades. Among the Slavs, the Firebird, ptak Ohnivak (Czech and Slovak) is a fabulous, fiery bird, its feathers shine with silver and gold (Ognivak’s feathers are reddish), wings are like tongues of flame, and its eyes glow like crystal.
It reaches the size of a peacock.
The Firebird lives in the Garden of Eden of Iria, in a golden cage.
At night it flies out of it and illuminates the garden with itself as brightly as thousands of lit lights.
The Firebird has a favorite food in the garden - rejuvenating apples, which give her beauty and immortality.
The Firebird has a healing singing; when she sings, pearls fall from her beak.
There is a blinding light around her. Every year, in the fall, the Firebird dies and is reborn in the spring.
Sometimes you can find a fallen feather from the Firebird's tail, brought into a dark room; it will replace the richest lighting.
You cannot catch it with your bare hands, as you can get burned on its plumage.
The fallen feather retains the properties of the Firebird plumage for a long time. It glows and gives warmth. And when the feather goes out, it turns into gold.
And only then, so that the luck and happiness that the Firebird bestows would not leave them, people began to make amulets and amulets, and paint dishes with her bright images.
According to a Russian fairy tale, each of her feathers “is so wonderful and bright that if you bring it into a dark room, it shines as if a great many candles were lit in that chamber.” The golden color of the Firebird and its golden cage are associated with the fact that the bird flies from another (“thirtieth”) kingdom, from where everything that is painted golden comes from. The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, in this case becoming closer to the Fire Serpent: she takes the mother of the hero of the fairy tale “far away.”
Firebird
A comparative analysis suggests an ancient connection between the Firebird and the Slovak “fire bird” with other mythological images embodying fire, in particular with Rarog, the fire horse-bird.
Firebird - fairy bird, a character in Russian fairy tales, is usually the goal of a hero's search. The feathers of the firebird have the ability to shine and their brilliance amazes human vision.
Catching the firebird is fraught with great difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets to his sons in the fairy tale. Only the kind youngest son manages to get the firebird. Mythologists (Afanasyev) explained the firebird as the personification of fire, light, and sun. The firebird feeds on golden apples, which give youth, beauty and immortality; When she sings, pearls fall from her beak. The singing of the firebird heals the sick and restores sight to the blind. Leaving aside arbitrary mythological explanations, we can compare the firebird with medieval stories about the Phoenix bird, reborn from the ashes, very popular in both Russian and Western European literature. The firebird is also the prototype of peacocks. Rejuvenating apples, in turn, can be compared with the fruits of the pomegranate tree, a favorite delicacy of Phoenixes.
The firebird feather is a subject of Russian folk tales, known for its magical properties. Who hasn’t read or listened to the fairy tale about Ivan the Fool, who found the firebird’s feather, as a child? It was with this discovery that his adventures began.
Many different fairy tales are associated with the firebird and his feather, which eventually became legends. The only thing more famous, perhaps, is the fern flower. It can also be noted that our firebird is clearly a relative of the phoenix, the firebird from European legends and fairy tales.
According to descriptions from fairy tales and illustrations to them, the Firebird resembles a peacock, and the feather of the Firebird also resembles a feather from a peacock’s tail. The firebird is also the size of a peacock, while the phoenix is described as the size of an eagle.
They say that you can catch the firebird only with bait - a cage with golden apples inside. Since not only the found feather is the fire of a bird, but also its entire plumage burns with fire, you cannot grab such a bird with your bare hands, you will instantly get burned. So Ivan had to lure her into the cage and put a bag on her so that the heat wouldn’t reach her hands.
Also, according to legend, the firebird guards the fern flower on the night of Ivan Kupala, when it blooms only once a year, and many young people go into the forest to look for it.
Fire feather firebird
According to the well-known fairy tale, Ivan the Fool found the feather of a firebird in the forest on a stump when he passed by at night. This feather glows in the dark, burns as if it were glowing with fire. At first, Ivan even decided that it was a fire burning in the darkness of the night, but, coming closer, they saw a feather of unearthly beauty.
According to some descriptions, this feather is golden, like all the plumage of the firebird, some talk about the red, orange, yellow and even crimson color of the feathers of the firebird. Someone mentions that the firebird glows with silver and gold, and its wings are fiery, which once again proves the connection between the firebird and the phoenix. In books, the heat of the bird and its feathers are usually drawn in red and orange.
Properties of firebird feather
The feather of a firebird can illuminate any, even the darkest room, so that at night it will be light in a way that is not possible on the clearest day. If you remember the fairy tale, this is how the king’s servant noticed that Ivan the Fool had a firebird’s feather, immediately reporting this to his master.
According to legends, over time, the feather of the firebird stops glowing and burning with fire, hardening and turning into gold. Having found several of these feathers, you can get quite rich, if only you knew where to look.
They also say that with the help of the firebird's feather you can find treasures, since like attracts like. And so the golden feather attracts the gold stored in the earth.
The heatbird feather retains the properties of the heatbird plumage for a long time, until it becomes golden. And besides the fact that it glows brightly, it gives warmth. Apparently, not so much that you could get burned with it, since Ivan the Fool took it with his bare hands, but enough so that you could warm up from it. This is a pretty good hot water bottle.
Somehow I accidentally came across an article in which, referring to a Slavic legend, it was said that when the gods saw that people walk the earth without loving anyone and were destroying themselves with the coldness of their hearts, they sent a magical fire of love in the form of a bird to the earth - Firebirds
And since then she has been flying around the earth and spreading the fire of love.
Happiness is for the one who manages to catch her, but a hundred times greater happiness is for the one whom the Firebird honors as her master. After all, the Firebird is more like the molten metal from which it most likely consists. You can catch it only with mittens, it’s very hot - you can get very burned. To whomever she submits of her own free will, she will give her beneficial warmth all her life. But as soon as she feels indifference, she will immediately fly away - she cannot stand it, and it’s easy to kill her... Put her in a cage and she will die. Her fiery body will cool down and instead of hot love there will be a cold piece of gold in the cage...
Such a beautiful legend. It's a pity that I was never able to find the original.
Phoenix
The Egyptians believed that the Phoenix was the link between the divine plan and the implementation of the plan, reminiscent of divine creation and the rebirth of life. Phoenix is the soul of Osiris, it is the hope of overcoming the path of the dead. In the Egyptian Book of the Dead it is written: “Like a phoenix I will pass through the regions of the other world.”
The Greeks, who took the story of the Phoenix from Egypt, believed that the life of the Bird is cyclically connected with world history and depends on the course of the planets (the Sun, Moon and other planets return to their “previous” places). The Stoics, in support of this, said that the world, like a Bird, dies and is born in fire, and there is no end to this transformation.
The Iranians knew another name for this bird - Simurgh. The bird had the gift of foresight, but its nature was dual, containing “good” and “harmful” halves.
In Sufism, the Simurgh symbolizes the Perfect Man, who has knowledge of the Divine Essence. This Entity, like the legendary bird, cannot be seen.
In the early Christian apocrypha of Baruch it was written about the Bird: “This is the keeper of the world... If it were not for covering | the fiery vision | the sun, then neither the human race nor all creation on earth would have been alive from the heat of the sun."
The Chinese fiery Feng Huang was one of the four sacred creatures, and symbolized immortality, perfection and generosity. The appearance of such a bird, even in a dream, meant a turning point in a person’s life, the need to perform a significant act or the birth of a child endowed with special talents.
Alchemists medieval Europe The Phoenix was considered a symbol of rebirth, the completion of the “Great Work”. For them it also meant a purifying and transforming fire, chemical element gray and red.
The description of the Bird is very similar for different peoples. “The air was colored with all the colors of the rainbow, beautiful sounds came from the feathers and wings of the bird, a pleasant smell emanated from it...” - this was what was said about the wonderful bird Simurgh in an Arabic treatise of the 13th century. “There is another sacred bird there... and its name is Phoenix,” wrote Herodotus. “Her appearance and appearance are very reminiscent of an eagle, and her feathers are partly golden, partly red.” “The cinnabar bird, the substance of flame,” “its color pleases the eye, its crest expresses righteousness, its tongue is sincere,” the Chinese said, referring to Feng Huang, the ruler of the South. The fire bird, the Slavs believed, meaning the Firebird, you can easily get burned on its plumage. Each feather glows like many candles, and is sharp, stronger than damask steel. And she herself shines with either blue or crimson light.
“O Atum-Khepri, you shone [in the form of] Benu on the eternal Hill of Ben-Ben...” - these are the words of the ancient Egyptian Hymn about the creation of the world. Not created by anyone, the original bird flew over the waters of the ocean until it finally made a nest for itself on Ben-Ben Hill. Or maybe it wasn’t Benu at all, but a beautiful white goose The Great Gogotun, who laid the egg on the same hill from which the solar god was born? However, many peoples tell stories that a bird took part in the process of creating the world. It is unlikely that people knew exactly who created the world, but the image of the dazzling bird remained in myths and legends, and the obelisks on the memorial hill near Heliopolis shone, reflecting the sun.
If you try, according to surviving legends, to restore the history of the fabulous Firebird, or as it is more often known, the Phoenix, then you can tell the following legend.
The beautiful Bird with dazzling plumage existed from the very beginning of the world, dying and being reborn in the purifying flame at the turn of the eras. She herself sacrificed herself, and each time, again rising from the ashes, she turned her gaze beyond the earthly boundaries, through the stars, to the world of pure light, to where the immortal gods were once born, and where she went in those three days while her body turned to dust, and her soul became free. The bird knew what was, what is and what will be, and yet it preserved the world in which it had built its nest. People who heard about the Bird believed that, like her, they also had an immortal soul that only changed shells.
There lived a magical Bird far, far away, at the very edge of the earth. No one knew where exactly. Some said that her nest was hidden from human eyes on the top of a mountain, others - that she built it in the middle of the endless desert, in the thirtieth “other” state, perfect and far from worldly vanity. Many trials and dangers lay in wait on the path of those who dared to go on a search, for any path to a creature that contains the fire of the original creation is thorny and unpredictable.
To get to the Bird, it was necessary to overcome the Valley of Search, the Valley of Love, the Valley of Knowledge, the Valley of Separation, the Valley of Unity, the Desert of Amazement, the Desert of Destruction and Death. And one could try to walk this long path along the roads, washing iron boots and gnawing iron loaves, or one could do it in one’s heart, overcoming and changing oneself.
Rarely did mortals see the beautiful Bird in all its glory. For this to happen, peace and harmony had to reign on earth. Only a desperate daredevil with pure thoughts, guided through life by a dream, could see her, having overcome many trials. It is not for nothing that the Bird was sometimes called the Firebird, because heat, fire is creativity, creation, and “burning.”
She was the perfect creation of the One, and everyone who saw her, even from afar, became the owner of a wonderful gift. The light of divine radiance that surrounded the Bird also fell on the person, endowing him with what he wanted most in his heart: talents, skills, happiness. And now the man who received the gift from the Bird himself carried a reflection of the magical light.
The Legend of the Firebird
Believe it if you want, check it if you want.
If you want, listen, if you want, hear.
But the matter was overgrown with reality,
and what did not happen are fables.
Only in one distant kingdom,
heavenly state
Once upon a time there were beautiful maidens -
they are all such needlewomen,
your article is bright and beautiful,
beautiful souls with beauty.
Only with people who knew them
seemed like a bird of paradise,
a burning bird of fire,
the light of the soul illuminating the world.
That's why they were all called Firebirds,
casting out all unclean things,
that's why all people don't just
songs birds of paradise now to hear.
But a fiery bird awaits everyone,
what you can’t take with your hand, don’t touch,
where the goblin didn’t even go,
There is one tree true to life,
a beautiful bird sits there,
bursting with heat and a wondrous voice
gives the traveler sweet peace
and burns away everything that is wrong in him.
It is unlikely that you will be able to reach the Tree yourself,
dark forces do not let people in,
guarded from the eyes of strict guards
by decree from above heaven.
For a long time there have been escorts there
were that they knew
go around like dark thickets
and the steep mountains are impassable.
But only worthy and lucky
could lead to the Eternal Tree,
so that when you meet that bird-maiden
The fire stopped burning her.
That's the whole wonderful tale.
Those who were obedient should feast for that.
for good, for health, and for Glory
live, but don’t get upset!!!
Crimean legend about the Firebird
A long time ago, peace, joy and prosperity reigned in our region. Overseas guests came with strange gifts, they were welcomed by local residents, and taken to see the wondrous wonder - the Firebird.
That bird was of extraordinary beauty: every feather on it glowed and shimmered, and it shone in the night like the bright sun. The Firebird flew in every night to feast on the rejuvenating apples that grew at that time on our fertile land. Having eaten, she began to sing angelic songs in a heavenly voice. The guests listened to healing singing and admired such a rich region and its kind inhabitants.
Year after year passed, and somehow Greed sailed from across the sea with one ship. She went into people's huts and whispered evil intentions in their ears.
The neighbors began to quarrel with each other, looking for richer guests so that they could get the best and richest gifts. Dark thoughts entangled their heads, fierce envy settled in good hearts. People became greedy, angry and inhospitable, they began to slander and often stamp their feet in anger.
And the earth hardened, turned into stones, and dried up without human love.
As a result, the apple trees with their plump apples dried up, and there was no one to care for them. And magic apple trees never grow on earth where brother does not shake hands with brother and where discord reigns between people.
The wonderful Firebird stopped flying for her favorite delicacy. The last apple fell from the branch, the grains fell into the cracks of the earth, and did not sprouted again.
So they still lie there, waiting for the soil to become soft and caring again. And the land will be better only if kind and good people begin to live on it.
As people again begin to coexist in love with each other, stop envying and making evil intrigues, so the earth and nature will answer them in the same way. And then the seeds of the rejuvenating apple tree will sprout, and the Firebird will begin to fly to us again. And again, overseas guests will come with gifts to look at the wondrous wonder, listen to angelic songs, and will praise our wonderful, prosperous land.
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