My Lovely Russian Nesting Dolls: апреля 2013

вторник, 30 апреля 2013 г.

Russian Decorative Painting(by Boris Grafov)

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The Ginger Bread(Kolobok) Russian Fairytale

Once upon time and old man anda woman lived in a village.

One day the old man said to the old woman: “Grandmother, go scrape in the flour-tin and sweep in the corn bin, perhaps you will get enough flour to make a Ginger Bread(Kolobok).”
The old woman went off and scraped round the flour-tin and swept the bottom of the corn-bin and she got a couple of handfuls of flour.
She mixed the floor with sour cream and shaped it into a Ginger Bread(kolobok) – a kind of little round bun. Then she baked it in the oven and left it on the windowsill to cool.
The Ginger Bread lay there for a good while then suddenly it got up and rolled. It rolled from the sill to the bench, from the bench to the floor, across the floor to the door. It hopped over the threshold and into the hall. From the hall it rolled onto the porch, from the porch into the garden and from the garden out through the gate. Further and further it went…

The Ginger Bread rolled down the road until it met a Rabbit.

“Ah, Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you now.”

Don’t eat me, Rabbit. I’ll sing you a song:

I’m Kolobok, Kolobok!

I was scraped up in the flour-tin,

Swept up from the corn-bin,

Mixed with sour cream into a bun

Baked in the oven till I was done,

Then left on the sill till I cooled some.

I ran away from Grandfather,

I ran away from Grandmother too,

And I’m sure I’ll have no trouble, Rabbit, running away from you.”

And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the Rabbit could only stare.

The Kolobok rolled down the road until it met a Wolf:

“Ah, Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you now.”

“Don’t eat me, Gray Wolf. I’ll sing you a song:

I’m Kolobok, Kolobok!

I was scraped up in the flour-tin,

Swept up from the corn-bin,

Mixed with sour cream into a bun

Baked in the oven till I was done,

Then left on the sill till I cooled some.

I ran away from Grandfather,

I ran away from Grandmother,

I ran away from the Rabbit too

And I’m sure I’ll have no trouble, Wolf, running away from you.”

And off it rolled down the road, so fast that the Wolf could only stare.

The Kolobok rolled down the road until it met a Bear:

“Ah, Kolobok, Kolobok, I’ll eat you now.”

“Don’t eat me, Bear. I’ll sing you a song:

I’m Kolobok, Kolobok!

I was scraped up in the flour-tin,

Swept up from the corn-bin,

Mixed with sour cream into a bun

Baked in the oven till I was done,

Then left on the sill till I cooled some.

I ran away from Grandfather,

I ran away from Grandmother,

I ran away from the Rabbit

I ran away from the Gray Wolf too

And I’m sure I’ll have no trouble, Bear, running away from you.”

Again it rolled off down the road, so fast that the Bear could only stare.

The Kolobok rolled down the road until it met a Fox:

“Kolobok, Kolobok, where are you going.”

“I’m just rolling along the road.”

“Kolobok, Kolobok, sing me your song.”

And the Kolobok began:

“I’m Kolobok, Kolobok!

I was scraped up in the flour-tin,

Swept up from the corn-bin,

Mixed with sour cream into a bun

Baked in the oven till I was done.

Then left on the sill till I cooled some.

I ran away from Grandfather,

I ran away from Grandmother.

I ran away from the Rabbit

I ran away from the Gray Wolf

I ran away from the big Bear too

And I’m sure I’ll have no trouble, Fox, running away from you.”

But the Fox said:
“What a fine song. But, you know I am rather hard of hearing, Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my nose and sing your song again, a little louder.”
The Kolobok hopped onto the Fox’s nose and sang the song again a little louder.
But the fox said:
“Kolobok, be so kind as to sit on my tongue and sing your song just one more time.”
The Kolobok hopped onto the Fox’s tongue and – snap! – The Fox gobbled it up.

The moral of this tale: Don’t be gullible…

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понедельник, 29 апреля 2013 г.

The Magic Swan-Geese Russian Fairytale

Once upon a time a man and a woman lived with their daughter and small son.
"Dearest daughter," said the mother, "we are going to work. Look after your brother! Don't go out of the yard, be a good girl, and we'll buy you a handkerchief."
The father and mother went off to work, and the daughter soon enough forgot what they had told her. She put her little brother on the grass under a window and ran into the yard, where she played and got completely carried away having fun.
In swooped the swan-geese, snatched up the little boy, and flew away with him.
When the girl came back inside, her brother was missing! "Oh no!" she cried. She dashed here and there, but there was no sign of him. She called for him, cried, and wailed how angry mother and father would be, but her brother did not answer.
Then she ran out to the edge of the fields, and just managed to catch sight of the swan-geese rushing into the distance and disappearing into the forest. She suspected that they were taking her brother off with them. Swan-geese had long held a bad reputation for being naughty and carrying away little children.
The girl rushed to catch up with them. She ran and ran, until she saw an oven.
"Little oven, little oven, tell me, where did the swan-geese fly to?"
"Eat up some of my rye buns, and I will tell you."
"I'm not going to eat your rye buns! I don't even eat the wheat ones we have at home."
The oven did not tell her. The girl ran further, until she came to an apple tree.
"Apple tree, apple tree, tell me, where did the swan-geese fly to?"
"Eat some of my wild apples, and I will tell you."
"I'm not going to eat your wild apples! I don't even eat the apples from our garden at home."
The apple tree did not tell her. So the girl ran further, until she came to a river of milk flowing in banks of pudding.
"River of milk, banks of pudding, where did the swan-geese fly to?"
"Eat up some of my humble pudding with milk, and I will tell you."
"I'm not going to eat your simple pudding with milk! I don't even eat the pudding we have at home."
For a long time she ran through clearings and through forest. The day drew toward evening, and there was nothing to do--she had to go home. But when she turned around, she suddenly saw a little cabin with one little window.
In the cabin was the old witch Baba Yaga, spinning flax. And on a little bench sat her brother, playing with a silver apple.
The girl ran into the cabin.
"Hello, old woman!"
"Hello, maiden. Why have you burst into my house like this?"
"I came through the forest and through the swamp, and my dress is torn to shreds. I would like to warm up a little here."
"Sit over there and spin some flax."
Baba Yaga gave her a spindle and left her alone. The girl was spinning away, when suddenly a mouse darted out from under the stove and said to her, "Maiden, maiden, give me a bit of porridge and I will tell you things you need to know."
The girl gave her a bit of porridge, and the mouse told her, "Baba Yaga has gone to the bath house to stoke the fire. She is going to steam you, put you in the oven, roast you, eat you up, and then ride away on two of your bones."
The girl sat in a state of shock, crying, but the mouse spoke to her again. "Don't wait! Pick up your brother, run, and I will spin the flax in your place."
The girl snatched up her brother and set out running. After she was gone, Baba Yaga went up to the window and asked, "Maiden, are you spinning?"
"I'm spinning, old woman," answered the mouse.
The old witch, satisfied, went back to the bath house.
When she had gotten the fire hot enough, she went to get the girl. But in the cabin there was nobody. She cried, "Swan-geese! After them! The sister has stolen her brother and run away!"
The girl, her brother in her arms, ran up to the river of milk. She saw that the swan-geese were flying after her.
"Mother river, hide me!"
"Eat up some of my simple pudding."
The girl ate and thanked the river, and the river sheltered her under its banks of pudding.
The swan-geese did not see her, and flew past.
The girl set out running again, her brother in her arms.
But the swan-geese came back, and flew in her direction, there--there! They saw them! What to do? Trouble! But there stood the apple tree.
"Mother apple tree, hide me!"
"Eat some of my wild apples."
The girl quickly ate one and thanked the tree, and the tree hid her with its branches, sheltered her with its leaves.
The swan-geese didn't see them, and flew past.
The girl ran again. She ran and ran, until she was almost exhausted. The swan-geese saw her again, and began to cackle. They flew in on her, and beat their wings as if at any moment they would snatch her brother from her arms.
The girl ran up to the oven:
"Mother oven, hide me!"
"Eat some of my rye buns."
The girl quickly popped a bun into her mouth and settled herself and her brother into the oven.
The swan-geese flew and flew, called and called, but finally they gave up and flew away, back to the old woman.
The girl thanked the oven and, together with her brother, ran all the way home.
And just after they got there, their father and mother returned.

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пятница, 26 апреля 2013 г.

Lesson 1:How to paint an Russian Egg?

It is an ancient tradition to use beatifully decorated eggs to symbolize life and the promise of the future.Wooden hand-painted eggcould be a lovely present suitable for every case as a nice souvenir from Russia.