Essay on the topic: “Russian fairy tales. Why I love fairy tales

We have a library at home. No, not like that. LIBRARY. Impresses everyone who comes. Organized by parents. Well, I fill up mainly the children's part of it. Fundamentally not buying Russian folk tales. No, children do not suffer from the lack of a cultural and patriotic component. From my sister and I’s childhood they shared excellent volumes fairy tales of the peoples of the world, Africa, Asia, union republics and native Russians. This is what we are talking about. Everyone knows about rivers of blood and constant fraternal murders based on succession to the throne. But Russian folk tales are fraught with many other unexpected things. I quote verbatim:

About love for animals.
“In a certain kingdom there lived a peasant, he had a goat and a ram. The man was too lazy to cut the hay; winter came, the goat and the ram had nothing to eat, they began to roar throughout the yard, and the man grabbed a whip and began to beat them.” (There’s no point in yelling. Let them die of hunger in silence. Animals!)
The animals strike back.
“The bear entered the hut; the old man groans in fear under the trough, and the old woman coughs. The bear found them, took them and ate them.” (This is horror, kids)
About love.
“Then Tsarevich Ivan took a gun and shot his replacement wife, and began to live and live with Princess Marya.” (And this is a thriller. But about love)
About sobriety.
“The goblin called him into the hut and poured him a glass of vodka. The prince drank. “Do you feel a lot of strength in yourself?” - asks the goblin man. "Many". He gave me another glass to drink. “And now?” "Even more." I poured him a third glass. “Now what is your strength?” “Yes, if I could establish a pillar from earth to sky, I would turn the whole universe upside down!” (Three glasses of vodka, yeah. Now just a fulcrum)
About the revolution, the peasantry and the redistribution of property.
“The farmhand took off his sheepskin coat, dressed up in the merchant’s fur coat and woke up the owner: “Get up, let’s throw the farmhand into the lake.” The merchant stood up; They picked up the merchant's wife and threw her into the water. “What did you do, master? Why did he drown the merchant's wife? - the farmhand shouted. There is nothing to do - the merchant returned home with the farmhand. He served with him for a whole year and gave him a blow to the forehead - that’s all the merchant lived. The farm laborer took his estate and began to live and live for himself.” (And no one will realize it - one less merchant...)
About equality.
The old man had three sons: two were smart, and the third was a fool. The old man began to die, he began to divide the money: the eldest got 100 rubles, the middle one 100 rubles, but he didn’t want to give it to a fool. “What are you doing, dad,” says the fool, “children are all equal, smart or stupid. Give me a share too!” (so, revolutions begin with “smart” people who believe fairy tales)
About family life.
“The owner put on a white shirt and lay down under the image, he was completely prepared to die and was going to tell the hostess the truth. At that time, the chickens ran into the hut, followed by a rooster, and they started nailing one or the other, and he himself said: “Now I’ll deal with you. After all, I’m not such a fool as your master that I can’t handle one. I have thirty of you and moreover, but if I want, I’ll get to everyone!” When the hunter heard these speeches, he didn’t want to be a fool, he jumped up and started teaching his wife with a whip. She calmed down: stop pestering and asking. (What can I say?)
About the formation of a young man.
“In a certain village there lived an old man, he had three sons. The youngest Vanyushka did not work, he was still lying on the stove. So he pestered his father and mother, “Give me my share!” The old man gave him three hundred rubles. Vanyushka took the money, came to the capital and began to wander around the city, going to taverns, hanging out in taverns, and calling together drunkards... He spent all his money with those drunkards and began to think how he, the unfortunate one, could live and how not to get into even more trouble " (poor fellow, yes. And in the end he will become a king. Eh? What life path?)
About feminism.
“... And at that time Ivan Tsarevich goes to Sineglazka, and with him goes the tavern girl. He approaches the tent. Two boys run out:
- Mother, mother, some drunkard is coming to us with a tavern drink!
And Sineglazka to them:
- Take him by the white hands and lead him into the tent. This is your dear father. He suffered innocently for three years.
Here Tsarevich Ivan was led into the tent. Blue Eyes washed him, combed his hair, changed his clothes and put him to bed. And she brought Goli the tavern a glass.” (Well, yes, he suffers innocently. Everything is according to Dostoevsky. That’s why he drinks. And the wife raises her sons, maintains the house, and brings glasses to the tavern. When her husband is returned home)
Why do we need “Scandals. Intrigue. Investigations"? Why horror films and thrillers? Why "Speed-INFO" and all the yellow press?
Read Russian folk tales! They have EVERYTHING!

I read several pearls here about the fact that someone (Americans, French, English, Chinese and others...not and...ts) love or hate Russians, and I began to think about why I love my good people. Even a Moldovan will find a hundred reasons why Moldovans best people on Earth, which means the Russians must have the same reasons. Why I, a Russian, love us Russians. But for what!

Firstly: for the amazing mixture of pride and soul-searching

A Russian can be robbed to the skin, beaten, smeared in mud - and still he will look at the offenders with a poorly concealed pity of superiority. The confidence of our people in their greatness and chosenness does not depend in any way on external circumstances; Russians look down on all other peoples of the world, including the centropist Americans. This consciousness of the Atlanteans who hold the world, the consciousness of the sun around which all the other nations-planets revolve, led both to ours greatest triumphs, and to defeat.

Defeats, in turn, led to self-flagellation, to repentance, true, Russian - and all also implicated in monstrous pride, in the secret awareness that yes, we certainly sinned, but as deeply and terribly as we sinned, no one else in cannot sin in the world. Even wallowing at his feet, even smearing snow on his face with tears, a Russian will be sure that he has the purest tears in the world and the most sincere wallowing at his feet. Proud, unshakable self-confidence in our own superiority is also our greatest weakness, because the proud are easy to deceive, and our greatest power, because the most terrible defeats, failures, catastrophes do not make the slightest impression on the Russian, where other people are scurrying in horror and dying from depression, the imperturbable Russians are just beginning to get a taste for

Secondly: for the burning, furious, unabated desire for centuries to reach the limit and go beyond the limit

Cry - so that your eyes cry out. To develop Siberia so that it ends in Alaska. Build airplanes so that they go all the way to space. Engage in totalitarianism so that even the fascists close their eyes in horror. To fight so that the earth melts. The Russian not only harnesses for a long time and rides quickly, but rushes until he breaks through the very line of the horizon, in everything from inner spiritual life to revolutionary activity to scientific and technical research. Only with the psychology of someone always striving beyond the limit was it possible to build such a huge country as ours, to create such a gloomy and majestic literature as ours, to amaze the world with unimaginable horrors and unimaginable heroisms like ours. The Russian is capable of manifestations of the highest, rarest feelings - and in the same way he is capable of manifestations of the utmost, terrifying baseness. Sometimes - at the same time. Outbursts of extreme Russian character sometimes make other nations freeze in horror or awe.

Thirdly: for dexterous, tenacious, pirate entrepreneurship, growing from the awareness of one’s own uniqueness and superiority

A typical Russian situation: take the American nuclear bomb and German missiles, after which for 50 years they have been threatening the world with “Ours, the Russians” nuclear weapons", without feeling the slightest trick or the slightest embarrassment. If a Russian finds someone else’s thing, idea, or development convenient for himself, then he immediately begins to use it as if he had just invented it himself. The Russian has no embarrassment, hesitation, or modesty, The Russian feels like a master whose whole world is his workshop, and who can take on board any instrument he likes and make something of his own out of it, like the word “generalsha”, in which you can hear a foreign root, but whose suffix is ​​luxuriously impudent in its shamelessness. Russianness. I liked the general, they took the general, made him a general’s girlfriend. That’s the Russian way!
Because of this, all kinds of peoples, when faced with Russians, are quietly freaked out by how the Russians format reality for themselves, using the surrounding space as a toolkit. “You have a good city, Kazan. Only we’ll burn it down a little and move it here. It’s more beautiful. It’s true. And stop running and screaming, Tatars, we’re trying for you fools” - this is the Russian type of thinking.

Fourth: for the complete absence of a culture of hypocrisy

There is a European type of hypocrite - with a cold, impenetrable face, with sharpened movements, with a slight smile, behind which both extreme benevolence and extreme hatred can be hidden. There is an Asian type of hypocrite - stuffy and obsequious, dripping with praise, smiling so that his mouth almost tears - and at the same time scolding you three floors up as soon as the door closes.
But there is no Russian type of hypocrite. The Russian perceives the routine American smile as an artifact, as an insult, as a mockery, as a mockery, as a declaration of war. Sincerity destroys Russians in a world of total, refined hypocrisy, but it also serves as an unmistakable identification mark by which one can instantly recognize oneself in a crowd of strangers. And if among other peoples sincerity is a sign of the highest disposition towards you, then among Russians sincerity is zero level, and disposition begins with “spirituality”, which sometimes takes forms unimaginable for a foreigner. If, brother, the Russians decided to show you sincerity, sit down and write a will, just in case.

Fifthly: for the inability to be truly offended, growing out of the same absolutely impenetrable sense of exclusivity

Russians very often lose in national conflicts because they do not perceive them as conflicts and do not see attacks and even direct attacks by other peoples as a threat. “They’re something like dogs, why be offended by dogs?”
The plot of revenge is uncharacteristic for Russian culture, the Russian does not understand the long, exhausting, withering Anglo-Saxon intrigue, and almost the next day he climbs to hug the offender, which is capable of giving the offender a heart attack. Growing from the inability to be offended, the specific Russian kindness - that is, insensitivity to hints, shouts, injections, blows and the dying scream of the unfortunate victim trying to get rid of the Russian, provided our people with that very colonization dynamics unprecedented in history. “Strangling in an embrace” is a typically Russian situation that confuses other peoples and tribes with a more subtle and touchy mental organization.

Sixth: for beauty

The Russian phenotype is an elegant mixture of northern Nordic severity, too rocky, too sharp, too square in its pure Scandinavian type, and charming Slavic softness, too blurred and too submissive in others Slavic peoples. Russians are equally alien to both the northern angular concreteness and the southern resort jelly; they combine these two elements in the most perfect and pleasing to the eye way.
Enough words have been said about Russian beauty over the past centuries, but what I like most about classical Russian types is the calm strength that comes from them, not the hysterical southern fussy talkativeness, not the comical northern rectangular arrogance, but soft, and at the same time terrible power, the power of the people, capable of bending anyone into a ram’s horn, easily read in the calm Russian looks.

Seventh: for the beauty and richness of the language

A language capable of expressing the finest, subtle shades of feelings, and at the same time rising in its sound either to a gentle, lively, playful, almost Italian tint, or descending to a threatening hiss of terrible primitive hissing. It's good to talk about love in Italian - but how to curse an enemy in Italian? It's great to curse your enemies in German, but how to confess your love in German? In English you can do both, but in a cut-off ugly basic children's package. And only Russian gives its owner a full linguistic palette, all the colors of the language. And the finest brushes and feathers to paint the finest elements with these paints.

Eighth: for an incredible historical destiny

What is Jewish historical fate? “We offended a mouse and peed in a hole.” What is American historical destiny? "The redneck went to the fair." What is German historical destiny? "The Shopkeeper and World Domination."
What is Russian historical destiny? Epic. Incredible highs. An unthinkable fall. Complete nonentity. And complete domination over the world at a distance arm's length. One cannot get rid of the feeling that Russian history seemed to be written by a professional playwright, who deftly guessed at what moment the viewer begins to get bored from continuous victories-victories-victories and where he needs to give him a leg, and where, on the contrary, to lift him from rags to greatness. Due to habit, the Russian does not even see how ideal this dramatic contrast is, how perfect this combination is: the gloomy repressions of the 37th and the stunning, impossible Stalingrad victory of the 43rd. Or the Brusilov breakthrough of 1916 and complete destruction, the literal collapse of the state by mid-1917. Because of habit, Russians do not even understand all the enchanting, dizzying beauty of this rollercoaster of Russian history, from which any other people would have gone crazy long ago.

Now we are in a dark period of history, but this is temporary, because the Russian by nature is a cheerful insolent person who cannot be sad and worry for a long time. We cried, repented, let everything out negative emotions- and we went to warm up our fists, so that we would have something to repent of next time. Russian self-confidence, rage, frightening sincerity and the inability to take offense in time show only one thing - it is impossible to come to an agreement with a Russian who has moved from the depressed to the active phase, it is impossible to stop him, insult him, discourage him, or reassure him. Just raise your hands and run away, because you can’t even kill the largest white nation in the world.
Now my good people are depressed, but, as the winter rallies showed, the drama of Russian history is taking its toll, and the nation is beginning to awaken, move into an active, insolent state. After which all non-Russian peoples will have to turn on the mode “run away in all directions, the Russians want good for us.”

Are Russians greatest people on Earth? Yes. Russian impudent persistence will sooner or later crush everything and everyone, even the Chinese. There are smarter peoples, there are smarter peoples, there are more organized peoples, there are richer peoples, there are more numerous peoples, but there are no people more persistent than the Russians. The Russians, having accelerated, broke everything: armies, peoples, countries, continents, outer space, and sooner or later the Russians will break the world. And besides, every true Russian knows that the world belongs to him by right - all that remains is to simply take this world. And sooner or later the Russian world will take it for itself.

Pavel Rasta
04.12.12.

Still, I will say something. Love for your people, pride in them, reverence for your own national culture- so simple and natural feelings for anyone normal person. It’s so simple and natural to experience them, to feel them so harmoniously. But, unfortunately, our times are not quite normal. For some reason it was in lately I was massively confronted with the complete opposite of these feelings. There are no words, there were provoking factors, like the “Mirzaev case,” but still! Made me think, you know. And mentally I divided those Russians who do not have warm feelings for their own people into three categories.

1. Glamorous

With the first ones everything is quite simple. These are those who are generally devoid of such thoughts. Not even citizens of the world, but like this: dust, dandruff... Where some say “Thank God that I’m Russian!”, these say something slightly different:

2. Conscientious

The second category of citizens are those who are supposedly “sick at heart” (tm).
It is these characters who have been shouting loudest all last week about the fact that “Mirzaev is a man, and Agafonov himself is to blame” (tm). These are the same citizens who, in fact, are strict Russophobes, but do not want to admit it to themselves or others. Instead, they shout with great pathos that the Russian people drink, take drugs, are lazy, debauch, die out, and, therefore, everything that the same Caucasians and the same regime do to them is absolutely deserved by these people and they are “to blame” ( tm).
On the one hand, it is difficult to object to them, because formally they are not far from the truth. But this is only formal and only on one side. But the truth is that they stubbornly refuse to find ANY positive trait. And this is precisely what they build their entire pathos on. This is a very sophisticated substitution of concepts and a very correct disguise of the dense subconscious Russophobia of these citizens. And also their deepest inner wretchedness.

I conducted an experiment: I asked one of them if he had national pride and self-esteem. Do you know what he answered? “You’re actually driving!” (With). You see... He didn’t even understand what we were talking about! And what else can be said about such people? How else can you characterize them? No way. They clearly characterize themselves. Here's the thing... You can and should criticize your people. But there are two very powerful nuances.

Firstly, whatever the criticism, it should never lead to the critic going against his own on the side of others (especially in a situation that can only be called “war”). I would look at those who in 1941 would begin to rant about “it’s their own fault” (tm). I imagine it would be a sad sight. The line separating criticism (even the cruelest) from betrayal is thin. But you can't cross it. Otherwise, as they say in the Russian folk tale: “You will become a little goat!” (With). But that's just the first thing.
And, secondly, the statement that he criticizes because “his soul is sick” (tm) can only be true in one case: if this criticism contains at least a drop of love. You can only hurt your soul for what you love. And if there is no love in your words, then there is only hatred, bile and contempt. And also the desire to humiliate and trample as much as possible.

Hence the sympathy of these citizens for Mirzaev. Why wouldn't they like him? He is, in fact, their comrade in arms: he humiliated this nasty, nasty, nasty nation, to which, by a cruel and unfair misunderstanding of nature, they themselves belong, so correct and ideal. But, in essence, they are the same dummies as the previous category of citizens. There is nothing behind their words, their thoughts lead nowhere, their thoughts do not carry any constructiveness, and all that their often multi-page utterances contain is a desire to show off. And cowardice. Yes, exactly cowardice. They are afraid to change, afraid to resist and are subconsciously ready to lie under anyone. At least for the same Caucasians. They just talk like cowardly whores. Nothing more.

3. Creative

Well, the third category. Russophobes are outspoken and patented. Precisely those who are in awe of “Rashka - the square padded jacket” and similar abominations. I have already said a lot about these. Now I’m interested in something else: what kind of psychotype is this? What kind of brick had to fall on their decrepit skull for such hatred to arise for their own nation that they are not even able to hide?

This is an interesting character, colleagues. A crystal clear product of the time: an explosive mixture of extreme, wildest egoism, insane complacency with some even romanticism. Romanticized egoism is their ideology. Absolutely perverted and absolutely unnatural. This is moral sodomy. There is no other way to say it.
But even with the current state imposition of this type of thinking, not everyone is capable of it. Hence, these citizens have a feeling of their own chosenness simultaneously with a feeling of global inferiority of everyone else.

I will not discuss the cockroaches that walk along their convolutions. I’m interested in something else: what is the reason that they are capable of this type of thinking? It seems to me that the issue here is anthropology. I have already written about the fact that some genetic traits in people lie dormant until a certain moment, and then, when a certain center of crystallization arises, citizens with exactly this phenotype begin to strive for it, and not any other.

After all, they even subtly differ in appearance from the others. When they are dispersed throughout the population, these differences are invisible. But when they get together, everything becomes obvious. Have you found yourself thinking that when you look at these characters, you feel something repulsive? And even when you honestly don’t know who it is? I bet you do. I have already given the example of Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov, who was a military doctor in Kyiv captured by the Petliuraites and was surprised to discover that the wounded from the Petliura hospital belonged to some other breed of person, new and deeply alien, which was noticeable even at the level of appearance. It's the same here. And what to do with them? Here I will probably remain silent. But I think we understood each other perfectly.

I'm proud to be Russian. And I really love my nation and my Motherland. I love myself with every cell, every molecule, every atom. Each emanation of your soul (or whatever the soul consists of). This feeling permeates, envelops. It's piercing. And I can’t even imagine who I would be without this love and this pride. Most likely - no one. Empty place, even if in bright packaging. And the worst thing is that I wouldn’t even realize the depth of my insignificance. Or maybe he would have realized why he would be angry with the whole world and, first of all, with his nation.

Sometimes this love is almost not felt, living somewhere in the margins of consciousness and warming by the very fact of its presence. Sometimes it comes to the fore and becomes the center of my own world. There is nothing strange about this. As the old wag George Bernard Shaw said: “A healthy nation is as oblivious to its nationality as healthy person- spine. But if you blow it up national dignity, the nation will think of nothing else but rebuilding it. She will not listen to any reformers, any philosophers, or preachers, until the demands of the nationalists are satisfied. She will not engage in any business, no matter how urgent, except the matter of reunification and liberation."

Golden words. And I have nothing to add to them. I am simply grateful to the Almighty for giving birth to this great and very complex people with a brilliant past, a bitter present and, I sincerely believe, a great future.

THANK GOD THAT I AM RUSSIAN!

Everyone loves fairy tales. It doesn’t matter how old you are, whether you’re a boy or a girl, what you’re wearing or where you live. But a fairy tale is something that came to you at such an early age, when perhaps you didn’t even remember yourself. And your mother has already told you fairy tales. Or grandma.

About kolobok and two stupid little mice. About a simple-minded and cunning fox. About turnips and straw bull. And then, growing up, you taught yourself to read, and sat up in the evenings reading stories about the seven underground kings or the little girl Ellie, who fought with evil sorceresses. A fairy tale is something that will stay with you throughout your life.

And here's what's interesting. Fairy tales (legends) have existed since time immemorial, as soon as man learned to speak and human speech appeared. Hundreds of centuries ago, even when there was not a single book on the entire planet, but people already knew how to speak, every mother told her baby a fairy tale. After all, fairy tales are different. Now thousands of authors are writing stories, publishing interesting books with colorful illustrations. A before history retold, “told” - that’s why “skaz”, “legend”, “fairy tale”. They passed from mouth to mouth, acquired new details, improved, and were passed on from generation to generation.

We all love fairy tales, because a fairy tale is magic, a miracle. A fairy tale is a victory of good over evil. Magic stories in which they live fictional characters, which means they can be endowed with any character traits and abilities. These could be people, animals, and even incredible creatures from human fantasy.

Almost all fairy tales end well, and in them good always triumphs over evil.
In a fairy tale, you can feel like a beautiful princess or a brave knight, you can invent the country of Frukland and meet the charming Alf. In a fairy tale, something happens that would never happen in life. In fairy tales, all dreams and fantasies come true.

Very many fairy tales, even those who live among us now do not have an author. Because they were composed by many people, even entire generations of people, over many centuries. So many fairy tales have existed for hundreds, thousands of years. Moreover, many fairy tales are based on events that actually happened. The storytellers simply added something of their own, new, fictitious details to these stories. If we compare the tales of many nations, we will find a lot in common, even if the people who wrote these stories lived on different continents. And this suggests that all people on Earth have a lot in common. They dream of the same thing: that in life good will always triumph over evil and there will always be a place for real miracles.

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What do all children love to listen to? What books do parents read to their children from the very beginning? early age? Of course, these are my favorite fairy tales - kind, funny, smart. It’s not for nothing that parents choose them for their children - after all, fairy tales contain a very important life principle– good necessarily defeats evil. But victory is not always easy. Fairy tales teach that you need to believe in yourself and go to victory, no matter what.

Fairy tales are also valuable because they always contain hidden meaning, you may not see it right away. No wonder Pushkin wrote: “A fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it!” The tale is allegorical, and useful conclusions can always be drawn from it. Even when we grow up, we read our favorite fairy tales, and every time we see something new in them, and we feel and experience everything completely differently.

A fairy tale stands out from all types of oral folk art- it is eternal. Fairy tales appeared in the distant past. In fairy tales, our ancestors wanted to explain the important principles of life and tried to express their attitude towards the world and reality. When reality changed, other fairy tales appeared, but the main principles embedded in them remained: the victory of good over evil, strong faith in goodness, in love, willpower.

Russian folk tales can be divided into three groups: fairy tales, tales about animals, and everyday tales. Each group has characteristics and differences from each other.
IN everyday tales, as a rule, the underlying lesson is that happiness cannot be measured by money. After all, love, family, work - this is true happiness. It is not for nothing that in a fairy tale, a peasant living in poverty is always happier and smarter than a master living richly in luxury.
In fairy tales about animals you can see the whole history of relationships between people. It’s not for nothing that all fairy-tale animals have their own special features. The bear personifies good nature and strength, the fox is resourceful, cunning in a feminine way, the wolf embodies strength, as well as rudeness and stupidity, and the hare is kind, simple, but defenseless and cowardly. Aren't these characters similar to many people we see every day?

Fairy tales always embody the main law of life: good triumphs over evil. In such fairy tales, as a rule, the main character is traditionally strong, brave and smart, and main character– definitely beautiful, hardworking.

And they always fight with the evil that they embody: Koschey the Immortal, Baba Yaga, Zmey Gorynych, Dashing One-Eyed, Swamp Kikimora. Main character, of course, defeats all representatives of evil, because he is brave, generous, and ready to sacrifice himself for the sake of others. The hard way the hero has to go through, but he will definitely overcome all the difficulties and trials.

For example, in the fairy tale “Morozko,” the main character could freeze to death in the forest, but the girl was very kind, obedient, knew how to sacrifice herself, and for this she was rewarded. In the fairy tale “The Frog Princess,” Ivan Tsarevich sets out on a journey for the sake of his bride—long and full of trials. From fairy tales we learn the most important lesson: a happy person is hardworking, kind to people, ready to fight for his own happiness and save others.

Each fairy tale also displays all the poetry of Russian speech. After all, many writers, poets, artists, musicians turned to fairy tales as a source of beauty, purity, and wisdom. With the help of fairy tales, we learn the power of the Russian word, the culture of speech, and all the wisdom of folk experience.

A fairy tale is big magical world, a special type of folk art. It contains folk wisdom and the culture of the people is preserved. Fairy tales teach us very important lessons: that the most valuable thing is goodness, humanity, that you need to be strong and brave, fight for your happiness, and that evil will be defeated by good.

For people modern fairy tale- this is a “legend of deep antiquity”, they educate and instruct us. If we read Russian folk tales more often, we will become kinder, and the world will change for the better.