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 indefinite in a fairy tale, as well as in myths. The fairy tale is full of motifs that contain belief in the existence of the "other world" and the possibility of returning from there. Old Russian culture turned to inner world person. It is characterized by "the emphasis not so much on the knowledge of the world as on understanding it, extracting human meaning, comprehending the laws of the moral life of a person." The heroes of fairy tales do not remake the world, but with the help of the elements, animals, birds, heavenly bodies, they find personal happiness.
Fire birds in mythology
From ancient times, the most different peoples birds were mediators between heaven and earth. The researcher of Slavic mythology P. Troshchin suggests that initially the "sky" and the huge bird "eagle" were designated by the Slavs in one word. In ancient times, there was a certainty that every ten years the eagle throws itself into the flame, then into the sea wave, and regains youth. Among the Khanty, a tree was considered sacred, on which eagles nested for several years in a row. The falcon among the ancient Slavs is the first bird and the first god of the world. According to legend, it was the FALCON bird that brought fire to the earth - a spark from the sun, and heavenly fire appeared from the ignition of a tree 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 Afanasiev. 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 a Fiery - Fire-feathered bird, 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, P. P. Ershov’s fairy tale “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. - why not a peacock? Peacocks were known at princely courts. These 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?
Under all descriptions of the "Firebird" falls not only a peacock. All these characteristics are a description of... ball lightning. Already 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 bad habits of the Firebird is to leave circles of fallen cereals on the field. Judging by Russian fairy tales, for a long time the peasants guarded the villain. However, nothing could be obtained from the frightened watchmen, except for vague descriptions of either the FIRE-bird or the SHAR-bird. “Fiery red and golden feathers, wings like flames, and eyes sparkling like diamonds…”. Despite the blinding light, it has long been observed that the "Firebird" does not give off any smoke or heat.
The name of the Firebird is given by the color of plumage. The word heat in circulation is an old form of an adjective used as a definition. It is formed from hot "fiery, ore-yellow" or "red-yellow, orange", that is, it originally had a color meaning. In the fairy tale, the color of the Firebird is golden, and the golden cage, and the beak, and feathers. The symbolism here is obvious: the Firebird is a solar bird, the sky is the home 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 value are completely equal to living water. Perhaps that is why they believed that her singing heals people.
Both in Ershov's fairy tale and in the folk tale "The Firebird and Vasilisa the Tsarevna" the hero picks up the Firebird's feather, thus violating 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 boundary between "own" and "foreign" worlds. In P.P. Ershov’s fairy tale, the Firebird lives in the kingdom of the thirtieth kingdom in the garden of the Tsar Maiden. This kingdom is fabulously rich lands that were dreamed of in ancient times. The Tsar Maiden lives in a fabulous golden palace, this motif is also taken from folklore, more precisely from the period of pagan beliefs about the palace of the god - Yarila. Ershov captured and embodied in his "fairy tale" the very essence of folk culture, which is associated with early pagan and later Christian ideas.
The firebird is created by popular imagination from the ideas of heavenly fire-flame, and its radiance blinds the eyes just like the sun or lightning. The unusual fiery color indicates her belonging to another, inhuman world, so it was impossible to pick up the Firebird's feather. “That” world is exactly “the other world”, the world of the dead. The main participant in the events of the tale is the hero because he manages to return from where no one returns.
But after all, not every person is given the Firebird in the hands. Why is help given 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 older sons got married, received their allotment, left the family, and the younger ones stayed with the elderly. They left behind that part of the inheritance that belonged not even to the father, but to the whole family, in a word, what was connected with the ancestors.
The attachment of the youngest son to the stove is also interesting, which is found in many fairy tales. According to ancient ideas, the Furnace, the home Hearth, is the basis and symbol of the House and tribal 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 and thanks to his personal qualities. In search of the Firebird, the hero of the fairy tale overcomes his fear, doubts, makes mistakes, but still goes forward, achieves his goal. As a reward, the hero of the fairy tale receives not only a magical 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 bodily health by the elements, spiritual health - the feather of a firebird - the fire of joy, creativity, strength. Thus, the study showed that in Russian folk and author's 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, is given into the hands of only a kind 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 over the blue sea. The dream of freedom and happiness completely merged with the image of a bird. This bird, no doubt, is connected with the sun: this is evidenced by its plumage and the light that comes from it. The sun for ancient people was one of the main patron gods. According to popular ideas, 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 all songs, fairy tales, legends, riddles are about birds. Light images of heavenly creatures often appear on dishes, spinning wheels, and in embroidery. Folk costume in its silhouette it is similar to a bird: wide sleeves-wings, a headdress-tuft, breast and belt decorations-feathers. Sacred birds adorn the platbands of houses, and decorations - amulets in the form of birds are the strongest. Later, people began to paint dishes with bright images of a 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 a dream.
Slavic mythology is the key to understanding the soul of the Russian people, its history and culture. The fiery 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, speed; the falcon for an ancient Russian person was the embodiment of beauty and prowess, the speed of its flight was compared with the speed of lightning; the rooster was considered a symbol of the sun, fire, 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, the cloud, the lightning plus the heat in the peasant oven, the red rooster outside the outskirts.
Firebird - serves good. Radiates an unusual, magical color that helps people in their earthly affairs. A lot of trials and dangers lay in wait on the way of those who dared to go in search, for any path to a creature that keeps the fire of the original creation in itself is thorny and unpredictable. And this one long haul one could try to pass - in one's heart, overcoming and changing oneself. Only a desperate daredevil with a pure soul and heart, led by a dream through life, could see her, having overcome many trials. The light of divine radiance that surrounded the Firebird fell on a person, endowing him with what he most wanted in his heart: talents, skills, happiness.
Since ancient times, man, protecting himself from evil forces, covered his clothes and dwelling with images - amulets. The firebird for the Slavic peoples 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 the survey among students showed that for modern man the image of fire has become secondary, not so significant, the meaning of divinity, a talisman, disappears. A person perceives this bird as a bird that brings good luck, wealth.
firebird in modern world is a symbol of happiness.
Firebird, in East Slavic mythology, a wonderful bird. The Firebird is the goal of searching for various heroes of Russian fairy tales. This is a bird whose feathers have the ability to shine and amaze the human eye with their brilliance. Getting the firebird is associated with great difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets his sons in a fairy tale. Only the mild-mannered youngest son manages to get the firebird. According to a Russian fairy tale, each feather of her "is so wonderful and bright that if you bring it into a dark room, it shines so much, as if a great many candles were lit in that peace." The golden color of the Firebird, its golden cage is connected with the fact that the bird arrives from another (“thirtieth kingdom”), from where everything that is colored golden comes from.
The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, in this case approaching the Fire Serpent: it takes away the mother of the hero of the fairy tale "to distant lands." 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 (Afanasiev) explained the firebird as the personification of fire, light, and the sun. Leaving aside arbitrary mythological explanations, one can compare the firebird with the medieval stories of the Physiologist, very popular both in our and Western European literature, about the wonderful Phoenix bird reborn from the ashes.
Firebird, painting by 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 of collective creativity. It is based on observations belonging to classical writers, not without the influence of Eastern traditions. 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 up to 50 in number, describing 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).
Such animals as the phoenix, sirens, centaurs, gorgon, unicorn got into the Physiologist; enumeration of the properties of other animals and especially symbolic interpretations take the reader into a completely fairy-tale world. Nevertheless, the Physiologist enjoyed authority in Muscovite Rus' even in the 17th century. Slavic translations of the Physiologist have survived only in Russian copies. The language of the oldest edition indicates the Bulgarian origin of the translation (before the 13th century). The tales of the Physiologist were reflected in some Old Russian articles in various collections, partly also in folk poetic works; physiological symbolism also penetrated into monuments of art (for example, into iconography). In Western Europe, the Physiologist enjoyed great popularity; 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 the natural science work "Bestiary".
In Indian mythology, the fabulous bird Garuda (Garudha) is known, with beautiful golden wings; know it and the traditions of other peoples. 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 - red-hot coals in the furnace, heat - hot summer time.
The feathers of the Firebird shine with silver and gold (the bird Ognivak has reddish feathers), its eyes glow like a crystal, and it sits in a golden cage. At deep midnight, she flies into the garden and illuminates it with herself as brightly as thousands of lit fires; one feather from her tail brought into a dark room can replace the richest lighting; such a pen, says the fairy tale, is worth nothing less than a whole kingdom, but there is no price for the bird itself! 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.
Such a poetic image has been attributed to the god Agni since ancient times; in the Vedas, Agni is called a fast, golden-winged, pure and fiery bird and a powerful falcon. Agni is first of all the deity of the heavenly flame of lightning, and then already of the earthly fire, stolen from heaven and transferred to people; consequently, the Firebird is the same incarnation of the thunder god, like the light-clear falcon, to which the fairy tale gives colored feathers and the ability to turn into a good fellow, or an eagle carrying thunderbolts. She eats golden apples, which give eternal youth, beauty and immortality, and in their meaning are completely identical with living water, according to Horutan legend, instead of golden apples, she steals ripe bunches from a glorious vine, which every hour gave a bucket of wine (wine = rain ), and her bile (= the light of the sun hidden in the clouds) restores lost sight.
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 diseases and removes blindness from the eyes, i.e. the tunes of a spring thunderstorm brighten the sky from clouds darkening it and give life to nature. The peals of thunder and the howling of a storm were likened to speaking and singing, and on this basis, fantasy endowed all the personifications of thunderclouds with a word and a prophetic gift; therefore, the fabulous bird of Perunov was called the talking bird. From the same source arose a legend about the Nightingale the Robber, nesting in tall oaks, whose children turn into black crows with iron noses.
Herodotus wrote down the legend of the miraculous bird Phoenix, in appearance similar to an eagle, with red-gold feathers; at a certain time, she flies up to the sanctuary of Helios, sings a funeral song and, burning in a solar flame, is reborn from her ashes again. This legend in one of our ancient manuscripts is told as follows: that bird is alone, a nest, has neither its friend nor children, but it remains only in its nest ... But when it grows old, fly up to a height and take on the fire of heaven, and so descending, she lights her nest, and burns herself, but again, in the ashes of her nest, she is hurt. - The meaning is this: a lightning bird, having grown old (= having lost its strength) in the winter, becomes younger with the advent of spring; when the bright rays of the spring sun warm the cloudy sky, the bird-cloud ignites with a lightning flame and dies in it to the sound of its own song, i.e. to the sound of crashing thunders and howling whirlwinds. But dying in a thunderstorm, she is again reborn from the vapors and mists rising from the earth following the falling rains. However, we must not forget that in mythical representations one cannot look for a strictly defined relationship between an image created by fantasy and exclusively one kind of natural phenomenon; these representations were born from metaphorical similitudes, and each metaphor could have various applications.
The bird throwing lightning arrows was at the same time both a whirlwind bird and a cloud bird; personifying the flame of a thunderstorm, at the same time it could serve as an emblem of the rising sun. Ancient man constantly drew an analogy between the daytime dawn and a spring thunderstorm and painted both in identical poetic pictures. Just as a thunderous flame destroys dark clouds and kindles the lamp of the sun extinguished by them, 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 rises to the vault of heaven and illuminates the wide earth with its rays. That the sun really seemed like a bird is attested to by the Vedas: I knew you in spirit, - the poet says to the rising sun, - when you were still far away, - you, a bird ascending from the clouds; I saw (your) winged head, flowing in straight paths and clean from dust! - The Indians of the Vedic era personified the sun in the form of a falcon and a flamingo goose. Traces of such personifications are found among the Germans and the Slavs.
The spring sun, washed in the rain streams of thunderclouds, was shown 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 in the rain:
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. Taking 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-feathered 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 similes were transferred to the Day they cited, which, according to ancient monuments, as predatory bird plunges its sharp claws into the darkness of the night. The memory of the bird-sun is still preserved in the Little Russian riddle, which calls the daytime luminary - a spinning bird: there is an oak-starodub, on that oak a bird-vertinitsa; you won’t get any of them - neither the king nor the queen. The bird-sun sits on an old oak tree; the annual flow of time, determined by the movement of the sun, was likened by folk fantasy to a growing tree on which the bird-sun nests, lays white and black eggs and incubates from them day and night. Other riddles speak even more clearly about the representation of the sun - by a bird: the falcon has come, all the people have gone - i.e. with the dawn of the day people wake up; Serbian: a bird without a tooth, but svshchet izjede = the sun drowns (eats) white (light-like) snow.
Firebird
Robin
In fairy tales - reality and fables,
Someone - forgot, and someone understood -
How the Firebird rises
From the warmth of your palms.
To fly to the aid of a friend,
Somewhere he wanders, cordial.
The chain mail is heavy for him,
And with the Firebird it will be easier.
Somewhere waiting native senets
Primordial beginning.
So that his heart does not go out,
Yes, she knew the way to the house.
If something happens to him
And where is he - unknown,
Then in your soul the Firebird -
Can't find a place.
Severe cold, Firebird,
From the warmth of the palms, boldly, -
A spark rushes to the sun,
To make it burn harder.
I told you this story
For the mind, perhaps food.
Fools walk around the world
Yes, they are not looking for the Firebird there.
Firebird
Alexander Ignatov 3
Everything was like that, or a dream,
The cherished dream came true.
Gave me a feather Fire - Bird
And rose again to the stars.
Bestowed with goodness and happiness,
She gave me a piece of joy.
Opened the road to tomorrow
She called me to the World not an ordinary one.
The pen does not disappear from the hands,
Shines with rainbow colors.
Promises to fulfill dreams
Return to the fairy tale is in no hurry.
Everything was like that, or a dream,
But if it's a dream, sleep longer.
Come again my Fire Bird,
Share your happiness with me...
Firebird
Vasily Rosov
Soaring into the sky with sapphire fire,
In a cloud of gold and a flash of ruby,
Firebird on a bright, clear day
She shone, a prophetic epic.
Flying, seduced the dreams of the place,
And even the Sun was surprised:
Where does this beauty come from?
Yes, what a miracle!
And what kind? What family?
Breed? Sort?", whispering jealously.
Children shouted: “Hey! Fly!",
Headlong, zealously pursuing.
She floats above the earth
Beautiful so that the eye goes numb
And even the ardent summer heat,
As soon as you notice it, it gets colder.
Not a fairy tale, no. I clearly saw:
Sapphire in diamonds flew by
Offended by unprecedented beauty
All those who did not want to believe.
Firebird
Vasily Tolstous
... Real color dream:
a firebird flies from the sky,
bearing the heat on wings,
and sits on his hand.
Anxious in the wilds of sleep
so simple, for no reason.
Over the wasteland the moon
picture hung.
Painfully silent
no rustle, no moan.
The threads of the dream are woven.
The soul is silent, sleepless.
The fire bird's eye burns,
mysterious, anxious
and no protection
for vision and skin.
Despair. Creak
slammed door,
and then a long sob
dumb heart.
Firebird
Viktor Zobkov
Well, why, why does it often happen,
It seems that it was already possible to catch the heat of the bird,
My happiness is somewhere nearby all the time hovers,
But I can't, I can't find him!
Cold winters are replaced by warm summers,
Dawn always follows the night
Someone will easily catch their happiness in life,
And for someone, believe me, he hasn’t been there all his life ...
A young girl is looking for a handsome prince,
Looks everywhere for him and can't find him,
And makes her little pimple suffer
It seems to her that she, like a freak duck,
But, after all, 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 the young prince
The prince himself will surely find you someday!
Firebird
Vladimir Sorochkin
This dream will still repeat
And not once, and not two, and not three:
A firebird will fly by on a dark night,
Burning me from the inside.
Will not utter a cry, not a word,
Only a bright stripe will shine
Above the straw of silent shelter,
Above the hushed green dew.
It will blaze and fade away without a time limit,
Turning into scattered fumes
Carrying me high
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 the dark skies.
Firebird
Dima Peter
Well it must be such a dream
In an unknown wonderland
I tried to catch everything firebird
Well, I really liked
Can it be easier to catch me a titmouse?
Grab a crane by the feather?
Only an overseas bird beckons
What lives, where is a foreign land
I creep slowly through the forest
I'm afraid to frighten away
Maybe it's not a bird - a princess?
Trying to get away from me
Mocks, from branch to branch
Teases again, from bush to bush
That will leave me a star mark
It will flash with the plumage of the tail
Apparently wanted to have fun
Above me and to other lands
Like a dream flew away from me
My firebird flew away
fairytale dialogue
Elena Dosaeva
The night has laid out star nets.
Outside the window is the first snow of October.
The singer was sad in the cage
My Golden Firebird...
Why are you, Sun, not happy?
Don't like food or drink?
"Because, Alyonushka, a fairy tale
We haven't lived with you for a long time...
Look at you - you're drunk, -
You drink the wine of unloved years ... "
But life is so simple! and calm -
There are no wolves, no princes.
"To fly now without fear
After all, without the wind, the feather grows dull.
No one needs fire caresses! -
You would have become a test subject for a long time!
"Are we going to languish for a century
In this one-room captivity?
And you think: someone will decide
Will he again believe in us, in nonsense?
Firebird part 1
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
I am a fire bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All made of light
My rays are warm...
It's not a fairy tale at all.
Firebird - tame it!
I live in a distant world
What is called a dream
But random travelers
Don't be here.
Sparkling radiant tail,
And the wings are so light!
Fly into my pure light
Little moths.
Not everyone can be a daredevil
Look at the feathers
After all, at least a little
He must be on fire!
Like a warm ray of sunshine
I am floating above the world.
You take a better look -
I give feathers to everyone!
When the rains are pouring
Thunder rumbles in the sky
Suddenly a rainbow shines -
Then I share a pen!
And everyone will be happy
Whether he be 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 northern lights
Decorate space.
Sorceress Firebird -
Beautiful queen!
Firebird part 2
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
Sometimes above the earth
I soar easily, I spin,
And a warm wave
I lay down on the shore
And hot bright summer
I give you a sheaf of sparks
- Meadows bloom at the same time ...
I draw the dawn
I will add colors to fruits
And gold - fields,
With all the tenderness of the dawn
I will show my friends.
Children love me so much!
Artists, creators...
It is known that in the world
It is impossible without beauty
goodness and creation
Happy age to live.
cherished wish -
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 your hearts
Sorrow wanders with anguish
Then in my worlds...
One firebird is difficult
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 fire is so weak...
But it will help to become better
My amazing comb!!
And fluffy gold
I will touch my heart
And a sparkling ray
I'll settle down a little!
That's how the fire burns
And maybe somewhere again
The son suddenly remembers his mother,
Give her love
Hello from distant countries
Father sends a letter...
And less lonely
Hearts remain.
Ah, it would be aspiration
Sparkle, burn, blaze...
Do not feel sorry for inspiration -
I'll give fire again!
I will take off with a warm wind,
messed up my hair,
Just don't be afraid,
Inviting me along
The firebird sorceress -
Beautiful queen!
Firebird part 4
Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko
I would 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 ...
For beauty to live
Let's unite together
For good deeds!
With a brush and a word
We'll paint the world
And golden pattern
(He is not more wonderful)
I will embroider the word "friendship"
And the sun will harden
I need to hand it over
For those who are on fire...
Who shines with kindness
And who is faithful to friends,
It's easy to recognize me
By amber feathers.
I am a fire bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All made of light
My rays are warm...
It's not a fairy tale at all.
Firebird - tame it!
And if you're very lucky -
Fly with me!!!
Feather of the Firebird
Elena Sevryugina 3
I can be proud of myself
Even though it's hard for me to believe
What did the feather of the Firebird find,
Morning in our park!
Maybe over our house
The bird flew by
And a feather that is more beautiful than the sun,
Lost in the night...
I went to my mother to boast
She said: “Pasha!
It is unlikely that there are Firebirds
In our region!
Asked my father for advice
He said apprehensively:
“There is no bird in the world,
Unless in a fairy tale!
What is it really?
Even my friend Kolya
Doesn't believe me one bit...
Break up or what?
Firebird
Ivan Esaulkov
The Russian fairy tale says:
Who has the feather of the Firebird -
Let it admire, marvel
On his game and light.
Gotta go overseas
For a pen - after all, to our capital
This is the Firebird
Hasn't flown in many years.
As if he does not hear the call
Neither Popov nor Luzhkov.
And now Sobyanin again
He calls the prophetic bird.
Only the bird is not ready
Responds to everyone sternly:
"Let you horseshoe
Mountains of happiness will bring!
I'd rather live abroad
Though in Antalya, even in Nice.
I eat pizza
In front of all onlookers
And I won't rush
To appear in Russia ...
For some reason I'm only dreaming
Ivanushka is a fool to me!
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 golden wings
Feathers, like tears, quietly dropped?
What is there in the worlds unknown, distant?
Are there many fairy tales or sad ballads?
Is the vertigrad so beautiful there?
How many blue-eyed angels are there?
I did not wait for the answer from the bird,
The bird was silent and disappeared away,
This dark night was strange
The strings splashed me with moonlight.
Firebird
Larisa Tereshchenko 8
How to sleep here? Can't sleep from excitement.
A firebird got lost in our forest.
It beats among the branches, freezes,
Who will help her does not yet know.
He believes that he will meet Ivan soon,
Will pray for it tirelessly
Ivan will throw a zipunishko at her,
So as not to get burned, smart boy,
And do not go blind from this beauty.
Rush to the field, there in a rye mustache
The wind in the ears will laugh at him:
- That's it, Vanyusha, you succeed.
In vain you 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 bag.
Do good deeds with love
To keep your soul pure.
Firebird
Leonid Grushko
Based on Slavic mythology
The Firebird sings all day
Bringing the Garden of Eden to life
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 churchyard at night.
And she flaps her wings
which are very large
Know that the flame breaks free
The sky is licked by tongues.
Looking for food at night
In the kingdoms of the far and the edges
And secretly fattening in the gardens
From the servant and the king.
In a cage, pure gold,
Will return to dawn -
The song will drag on a difficult one,
And she, like a fever, burns!
Firebird
Ludmila Vyatkina
At the very edge of the earth
Where - no one knew exactly
(yes, so they couldn't find it)
The firebird has 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 chance
And get yourself a bird:
Thorny and dangerous path
Dashing inopportunely agility.
Difficult, oh, difficult steps:
Erase on the way to Paradise
iron boots,
Eat the iron loaf.
But there is a shorter way -
Start changing yourself
Simple comprehend the essence -
Live this life loving!
Love is that magical gift
What is given to people by the gods;
Hot heart heat -
It melts feelings ore.
Scatter a wonderful light
Souls of lonely darkness.
You'll get an answer for everything
Like in the fairy tale Ivan the Fool.
Firebird
Ludmila Kulikova 2
Is it real, or is it a dream
It suddenly became bright,
Flying Firebird
She dropped her feather from her tail.
Stays warm for a long time
Radiating a thick light
And it gets cold, you have to take
Only a gold bar.
Many tried to follow
Behind the Firebird daredevils
Yes, with burns left
Or no hands at all.
This bird is not for a cage
Lives in the myths of the Slavs,
She is vigilant, like an eagle,
Color Perunov guards.
Is it real, or is it a dream
But all the flowers faded
From the glow of the Firebird
Incomparable beauty.
Firebird
Melnikov Igor Glebovich
Once from a blank page
When I think about it, I look away.
And again the radiance of the firebird
I will see 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 become words.
But only, of course, about this
I didn't even think then.
I don't know what else I'll be
In the unearthly young fire,
What miracle will I believe
Leaning over a silent leaf.
Firebird
Natalya Shkonda
In a wonderful country.
On earth or on the moon
A miracle bird settled -
The real queen.
Surprise with beauty
Feathers, golden tail.
Sparkling with rainbow light...
And her name is the Firebird.
It's a pity that only in a dream
You fly to me.
Firebird
Svetlana Gladkova
Like a dove among a flock of crows
I can spot her in the crowd...
W. Shakespeare
Among the little gray birds, a firebird.
Plumage shines in overflows.
She will not be embarrassed under a biased look.
She is waiting impatiently for a worthy one.
Around the birdie gray chirp,
She condescendingly listens to them,
But she is lonely in the crowd, and the evening
She is no longer entertained.
Firebird, because she is a firebird,
What does not dream of crumbs from someone's hands,
She can't sleep from a crazy dream for a long time,
And she flies high in the sky.
But lonely for an unusual bird -
She will not join the flock of sparrows.
Being bright - is it indecent?
She will not "mow" under the gray ones.
Dream, firebird! Don't rush to give up
You don't have to trade yourself for the little things.
Dreams of people like you should come true.
Love will come like a falling star.
Firebird
Svetlana Lemaeva
I don't sit still.
I remembered the feather of the firebird,
The one that flies in fairy tales,
Illuminates with bright light.
How to find a bird?
Hurry to become an adult!
After all, the feather of a magical bird
Many may find it useful:
And heals ailments
And in misfortune helps.
I'll find the firebird's feather.
My 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 heaven,
I enjoy starfall
Not believing your own eyes!
I'm very scared to get 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 the descriptions of which are strikingly similar.
In different cultures, the image of the Firebird acquired its own details and shades. The Slavs have the Firebird, ptak Ohnivak (Czech and Slovak) - a fabulous, fiery bird, its feathers shine with silver and gold (Ognivak has reddish feathers), wings like flames, and eyes glow like a crystal.
It is about 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 fires.
The Firebird has a favorite food in the garden - rejuvenating apples, which give her beauty and immortality.
The Firebird has a healing song, and when it sings, pearls fall from its beak.
A blinding light surrounds her. Every year, in the fall, the Firebird dies and is reborn in the spring.
Sometimes you can find a dropped feather from the tail of the Firebird, brought into a dark room, it will replace the richest lighting.
You can’t catch it with your bare hands, as you can get burned on its plumage.
The fallen feather retains the properties of the plumage of the Firebird for a long time. It glows and gives warmth. And when the pen goes out, it turns into gold.
And only then people, so that the luck and happiness that the Firebird bestows, do not leave them, they began to make amulets and amulets, paint dishes with its bright images.
According to a Russian fairy tale, each feather of her "is so wonderful and bright that if you bring it into a dark room, it shone so much, as if a great many candles had been lit in that peace." The golden coloration of the Firebird, its golden cage is connected with the fact that the bird arrives from another (“thirtieth”) kingdom, from where everything that is painted in golden color comes from. The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, in this case approaching the Fire Serpent: she takes away the mother of the hero of the fairy tale "to distant lands."
Firebird
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 target of a hero search. The feathers of the firebird have the ability to shine and with their brilliance amaze the human eye.
The extraction of the firebird is associated with great difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets for his sons in a fairy tale. Only a kind youngest son manages to get the firebird. Mythologists (Afanasiev) explained the firebird as the personification of fire, light, and the 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, one can compare the firebird with medieval stories, very popular in both Russian and Western European literature, about the Phoenix bird reborn from the ashes. 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.
Feather of the fire bird is the subject of Russian folk tales, known for its magical properties. Who has not read or listened in childhood to the fairy tale about Ivan the Fool, who found the feather of the fire bird. It was from this find that his adventure began.
Many different fairy tales are associated with the firebird and its feather, which eventually became legends. More famous, perhaps, is only the fern flower. It can also be noted that our fire bird is clearly a relative of the phoenix, a fiery bird from European legends and fairy tales.
According to descriptions from fairy tales and illustrations for them, the fire bird looks like a peacock, and the fire bird's feather also resembles a feather from a peacock's tail. The firebird is also about the size of a peacock, while the phoenix is described as being about the size of an eagle.
They say that the only way to catch the heat of a bird is to use the bait - a cage with golden apples inside. Since not only the found feather of a fire bird, but also all its plumage burns with fire, you cannot grab such a bird with your bare hands, you will instantly burn yourself. So Ivan had to lure her into a cage and put on a bag so that the heat would not 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 bird fire
According to the well-known fairy tale, Ivan the Fool found a bird's feather in the forest on a stump when he passed by at night. This feather glows in the dark, it burns as if 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 firebird feathers. Someone mentions that the heat bird glows with silver and gold, and its wings are fiery, which once again proves the connection between the fire bird and the phoenix. In books, the heat of the bird and its feathers are usually drawn in red and orange.
Fire bird feather properties
The feather of the heat of a bird can illuminate any, the darkest room, so that at night it will be light, as it does not happen on the clearest day. If you remember the tale, this is how the servant of the tsar noticed that Ivan the Fool had a feather of a fire bird, instantly reporting this to his master.
According to legend, over time, the feather of the fire bird ceases to glow and burn with fire, hardening and turning into gold. If you find a few of these feathers, you can get rich pretty well, if only you knew where to look.
Also, they say that with the help of the feather of the heat bird, you can find treasures, since like attracts like. And so the golden pen attracts the gold stored in the earth.
The feather of the heat of the bird for a long time, until it becomes golden, retains the properties of the plumage of the heat of the bird. And besides the fact that it glows brightly, it gives warmth. Apparently, not so much that they could burn themselves, since Ivan the Fool took it with his bare hands, but enough so that he could warm himself from it. Such a good heating pad.
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 destroy themselves with the cold of their hearts, they sent a magical fire of love to the earth in the form of a bird - Firebirds
And since then she has been flying on the ground and spreading the fire of love.
Happiness to the one who manages to catch her, but a hundred times greater happiness to the one whom the Firebird will honor as his master. After all, the Firebird is more like the molten metal of which it most likely consists. You can catch it only in mittens, it is very hot - you can get burned very badly. To the one to whom 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 there will be a cold piece of gold in the cage instead of hot love ...
This is such a beautiful legend. It is a pity that I could not find the original.
Phoenix
The Egyptians believed that the Phoenix is a link between the divine plan and the embodiment of the plan in life, reminds of divine creation and the revival 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, the Moon and other planets return to their "former" places). The Stoics, in support of this, said that the world, like the Bird, perishes 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 the "good" and "harmful" halves.
In Sufism, the Simurgh symbolizes the Perfect Man, possessing the knowledge of the Divine Essence. This Essence, like the legendary bird, cannot be seen.
In the early Christian apocrypha of Baruch, it was written about the Bird: “This is the guardian of the world ... If it were not for covering | the fiery eye | sun, neither the human race, nor all creatures on earth would live 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 commit a significant act or the birth of a child endowed with special talents.
Alchemists medieval Europe considered the Phoenix a symbol of rebirth, the completion of the "Great Work". For them, it also meant a purifying and transforming fire, chemical element sulfur and red.
The description of the Bird is very similar for different peoples. “The air blossomed 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 is how it was said about the miraculous bird Simurgh in an Arabic treatise of the 13th century. “There is another sacred bird there, ... and its name is Phoenix,” Herodotus wrote. “Her appearance and become very reminiscent of an eagle, and her feathers are partly golden, partly red.” “The cinnabar bird, the substance of the flame”, “its color pleases the eye, its crest expresses righteousness, its language 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 a multitude of candles, and is sharper than damask steel. And she herself shines either blue or crimson light.
“O Atum-Khepri, you shone [in the form] of Benu on the eternal Hill of Ben-Ben…” - this is how the words of the ancient Egyptian Hymn about the creation of the world sound. Not created by anyone, the originally former bird flew over the waters of the ocean, until it finally built a nest for itself on Ben-Ben Hill. Or maybe it was not Benu at all, but a beautiful white goose The great Gogotun, who laid the egg on the same hill from which the sun god was born? However, many nations 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 a dazzling bird remained in myths and legends, and obelisks shone, reflecting the sun, on a memorial hill near Heliopolis.
If we try to restore the story of the fabulous Firebird, or, as it is more commonly known, the Phoenix, according to the surviving legends, then we can tell such a legend.
The beautiful Bird with dazzling plumage existed from the very beginning of the world, perishing and being reborn in the purifying flame at the turn of the eras. She herself sacrificed herself, and each time, rising again from the ashes, she turned her gaze beyond the earthly limits, through the stars, to the world of pure light, to the place where the once immortal gods were born, and where she went in those three days until her body turned to dust, and her soul became free. The bird knew what was, what is and what will be, and yet it kept the world in which it built its nest. People who heard about the Bird believed that, like her, they also have an immortal soul that only changes shells.
There lived a magical Bird far, far away, on the very edge of the earth. Exactly where, no one knew. Some said that her nest was hidden from human eyes on the top of a mountain, others said that she built it in the middle of an endless desert, in the thirtieth "other" state, perfect and far from worldly bustle. A lot of trials and dangers lay in wait on the way of those who dared to go in search, for any path to a creature that keeps the fire of the original creation in itself is thorny and unpredictable.
To get to the Bird, one had 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 Annihilation and Death. And one could try to go this long way along the roads, washing iron boots and gnawing iron loaves, or one could - in one's heart, overcoming and changing oneself.
Rarely have mortals been able to 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, led by a dream through life, could see her, having overcome many trials. No wonder the Bird was sometimes called the Firebird, because heat, fire is both creativity, and creation, and “burning”.
She was a perfect creation of the One, and everyone who saw her even from a distance became the owner of a wonderful gift. The light of the divine radiance that surrounded the Bird also fell on a person, endowing him with what he most wanted in his heart: talents, skills, happiness. And now the person who received the gift from the Bird himself carried a reflection of magical light.
Legend of the Firebird
If you want - believe, if you want - check.
If you want - listen, if you want - hear.
But it was, the reality grew,
and what was not - fiction.
Only in one distant kingdom,
heavenly state
lived, were, red girls -
they are all such needlewomen,
your article is bright and pretty,
the beauty of the soul is fine.
Only with people, who of them was known,
pretended to be a bird of paradise
burning fiery bird,
light the world of the soul illuminating.
Because they were all called Firebirds,
expelling all that is unclean,
that's why all people are not just like that
songs birds of paradise now hear.
But a fiery bird is waiting for everyone,
that you can’t take it with your hand, don’t touch it,
where the goblin did not even walk,
The tree is one life true,
a beautiful bird sits there,
glowing with heat and with a marvelous voice
gives the traveler sweet peace
and burns everything that is wrong in it.
It is unlikely to be able to reach the Tree on your own,
dark forces do not let people in,
strict guards guard from the eyes
by command from above.
For a long time escorted there
were that they knew
go around like dark thickets
and impassable mountains.
But worthy only and lucky
could lead to the Tree of Eternity,
so that when meeting with that bird girl
the fire ceased to burn her.
That's the whole tale of that marvelous one.
Who was obedient, to feast - for that.
for good, for health, but for glory
to live, but at the same time not to be twisted !!!
Legend of the Crimea about the Firebird
Long ago, peace, joy and prosperity reigned in our region. Overseas guests came with outlandish gifts, they were welcomed by local residents, they were taken to look at the wondrous marvel - the Firebird.
There was that bird of extraordinary beauty: every feather on it burned and shimmered, and it shone in the night like the clear 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 land and its kind people.
Year after year passed, and somehow, with one ship, Greed sailed from across the sea. She went into the huts to people, whispered evil intentions in her ear.
The neighbors began to quarrel with each other, looking for richer guests so that they would get the best and richest gifts. Black thoughts entangled their heads, fierce envy settled in kind hearts. People became greedy, evil and inhospitable, they began to slander and often stomp their feet in anger.
And the earth hardened, went to stones, dried up without human love.
From this apple trees with bulk apples dried up, there was no one to look after them. Yes, and magic apple trees never grow on earth, where brother will not give a hand to brother and where discord reigns between people.
The marvelous Firebird stopped coming for her favorite delicacy. The last bulk apple fell from the branch, the grains fell into the earth's cracks, and did not germinate again.
So they lie there until now, waiting for the soil to become soft and caring again. And the earth will be better only if kind and good people begin to live on it.
As soon as people begin to coexist in love with each other again, they stop envying and intrigues to repair evil, so the earth and nature will answer them the same. And then the seeds of the rejuvenating apple tree will sprout, and the Firebird will again fly to us. And again, overseas guests will come with gifts to look at the wondrous marvel, listen to angelic songs, and will praise our wonderful prosperous land.
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