Fairy tale magic spindle. Tree of Good - time to read fairy tales

In one forest, in the very wilderness, there was a hut. A woman lived in this hut. Pretty young. She lived alone. In the morning she got up, went out into the light, thanked the sun for a new day, greeted the flowers and vegetables that she planted with love. The whole day she busied herself with housework, sitting down for a short rest. Everything around her demanded her attention. And the house, and animals, and plants, and she loved to take care of herself. After all, a person has his body - the same economy. It is necessary that both health be in order, and beauty be, and the hair be clean and smell delicious, and the skin be fresh and the look clear. And she had all this not only from birth, but also due to the fact that she knew how to take care of herself and loved herself and everything that surrounds her. And she never felt lonely for a moment.

Well, in the evening, as soon as the sun set over the edge of the forest, she took out her spindle. She inherited the spindle from her grandmother. However, it so happened that while she was a little girl and her grandmother was alive, she could not teach her. And my mother was not in this part. She wasn't very interested in such things. And when the time came, the woman herself had to take on the spindle. At first, she did not know which side to get close to him, which end to hold him. Yes, to be honest, she did not know what all this was for. For a long time already people do not weave threads for their outfits, but buy everything in stores. And she was wearing the same clothes. But she was drawn to the spindle in a completely inexplicable way. How many times she pricked her fingers - do not count. And she cried, mourned her female fate - that, they say, you have to do everything yourself, no one will tell you, will not explain how to manage this spindle. It wasn't easy. But over time, she learned to feel it. Even she thought it was alive. And he talks to her. And she began to have long conversations with him about life, about love, about children, about the world. This woman had no children, and she lived alone, but she knew all about it. There was some kind of memory in her that, they say, it was all with her already. And she sat spinning yarn.

And then, one day, she got up in the morning, and the day went wrong. Some mood was not what she called it. Everything fell out of hand, love did not flow from the heart, and it became like a dried roach. Not a drop of love can be squeezed out of yourself.
- What happened to me? All of a sudden, she thought.
- Still, it was good. Where did I stumble? What am I paying for? Where has my love gone? Oh, if I knew, the woman became sad.
It is sad to live without love when it does not fill you. But when it's empty inside, it's not at all clear where to take it. Because love is so arranged that it is given. And they don't take it at all. By itself, love does not roll.
- I must have broken down like a washing machine. Something in me went wrong. What to do? - but she could not think of anything, and since the sun had already set over the horizon, she took out a spindle, sat down in her usual place and began to spin. Only this time she did not want to take her usual yarn. She had a feeling that everything should be somehow special. And then she saw that from under the clothes, at the hem, a piece of thread sticks out and glows. She was so beautiful! She began to pull it and wind it around the spindle, but it still does not end. She lifted her clothes: maybe some magic ball was hidden there? Well no. Where does this thread come from? And it is as unusual as light. Bright, but you can pass your hand through it, and it becomes so pleasant for both the hand and the body. On the thread, she decided to get to the place where it stretches. What was her surprise when her hand traveled under the dress and somewhere in the chest area she saw that the thread went deep inside. Straight to the heart! And then she saw her heart for the first time! And it was gold.
- This is a miracle! What am I, in the morning I lost my heart, and in the evening I found it. Here is a miracle! And what to do with this thread? Walk like this? - She did not come up with anything. Began to go to sleep. And she left the spindle on the table and covered it with a cloth, because the light from it came out like in the daytime.
The day was troublesome, so the night's rest was welcome. The woman fell asleep. And she had a dream. It is as if she is walking in a wonderfully beautiful garden, picking golden apples. Peacocks around. Expensive stones are scattered along the roads, and everything around is full of abundance and prosperity. She walks along the path, and at the end of this path is a woman. Yes, so stately. Queen.
“Probably the mistress of this place,” the woman thought in her dream. And came closer. It was interesting to her, and she felt great respect for the mistress of these places. Since this woman was able to create such a paradise around herself, it means that she has great power.
- Good day, mother, - said the woman and bowed
The hostess nodded to her with dignity.
“I know what you want to ask me,” she said.
- It was I who deprived you of love this afternoon, and I gave you a hint. I let you see that your heart is golden and rich. It is rich in love. But it's time for you not to waste your love. You have already learned to love yourself and everything around, now it's time for you to do the most important thing - to love another person who is completely different from you. It'll be hard. But at such moments, remember how it all started with a spindle, and how it all ended: you wrapped the spindle with threads of love. Here also. You will meet a man. Love him. He will become your husband. Weave him a cover of threads of love and protect him. You will have children. Protect and love them.

Having said all this, the Mistress seemed to embrace the woman. But there was such a slight movement that it seemed as if she waved her wing and disappeared. The dream ended and the woman woke up. She remembered this dream well. Her heart became light.
- What should I do now? Sit wait or go looking? Although, that it was me, since the hostess said, so it will be. No wonder she has such power, and I, perhaps, will live as my heart desires.
Some time has passed. And it became her soul to go to the market. She hasn't been there in a while. But for all the evenings that she whiled away with the spindle, she accumulated many different fabrics and rugs that she wove with her caring hands. And she decided to sell it all. She saddled her horse, got into the cart and rode off.

The road was wooded. Here and there it was littered with fallen trees. Every time I had to get down, look for detours, or even worse, pull trees. It was too hard for a woman. She quickly got tired and fell asleep right in the cart, but before that she managed to instruct the horse to take it straight to the market. Where did such a smart horse come from, do not even ask. This woman could have anything.

And this is what the inhabitants of the nearby town saw after a while: a cart drove through the main gate, with which the bazaar of this city opened. The most ordinary. The horse wearily trudged along, and the woman was sleeping in the cart. The woman was of extraordinary beauty. The features of the face were seemingly simple, but this beauty came from within and illuminated everything around so much that I wanted to be near and longer. And people came up and began to admire this woman.
- This is a beauty! - a whisper passed from one to another. Someone sighed enviously and with an eye took out a mirror in order to have time to look at himself for comparison. Someone dreamed of being like at least a little bit of such beauty. Someone did not see anything special in her, snorted and stepped aside.

Fanfares sounded. It was that special solemn and lingering sound that foreshadowed the appearance of the king who ruled this city. The crowd of people parted to the sides, making way for the royal procession. As you know, kings and princes ride white horses, and this one was no exception. He was a mature and experienced warrior and ruler. On the body, where it was not covered by the royal robe, scars were visible here and there. More than once he was in battles along with his devoted warriors and fought with them on an equal footing. He was not one to sit on the sidelines. He liked to try everything on himself, and was simple, despite his royal rank. His chin was determined and firm. In life, he knew a lot of betrayal, and human flattery and lies, but his eyes shone with kindness and understanding: among everything he knew how to discern bright and brave people.

This time, he went for another inspection of his possessions, and, of course, his attention was attracted by a bunch of people crowding around the city bazaar. As he rode closer, he saw exactly what everyone standing around saw: a cart and a woman in it.
For some time he looked at her and even admired. He wondered what class she belonged to. Working hands were visible, and the body was strong. All this betrayed in her a simple person, not alien to physical labor, while in the features of her face and in her whole appearance an inexplicable refinement and nobility slipped. There was a feeling that if this woman spoke now, marvelous speeches would flow from her lips. All this was all the more surprising because the king knew the nature of women too well, and in this sense was not chic. It was difficult to fool him with the usual female tricks in order to capture his attention and please him. For many years he lived without a companion, not finding a worthy mate. He was not one of those who treat a woman as an exclusively source of pleasure or a continuer of the family. He wanted, among other things, the kinship of souls, but he had not yet met his own soul. However, this did not make him unhappy at all.

And then he looked at her, thought how tired she must be, since she fell asleep in the cart right before entering the city, and ordered his guards to guard the cart so that no one would disturb the dream of a beautiful stranger. And he continued his inspection.
Evening came. The sun began to set below the horizon, gently sinking into a pinkish haze. His last warm rays ran down the woman's back and gently tickled her legs. The woman stirred and woke up. At first she did not understand what had happened, but then she quickly guessed and even restored in her mind everything that had happened to her while she was sleeping. Yes, she had that ability. She liked the king. She was a little embarrassed by the way he looked at her during her sleep.

But he's a man, she thought.
Having driven the last, sticky flakes of sleep from her face and straightened her hair, the woman began to equip her place in the bazaar. Neighboring merchants looked at her like she was crazy. How else? People are already leaving the market, the night is coming, and this one has gathered trading place open, instead of looking for a place to sleep. But the woman had not turned around for a long time at someone else's slander and public opinion she trusted herself. Having laid out the fabrics in their place with the most beautiful way to display their virtues, she sat down in the middle of her shopping malls and took out her golden spindle.
“I’ll weave a garland like I do and hang it up so that it illuminates my goods,” she decided. Accustomed to work hands quickly coped, and after a moment, her trading place took on a completely fabulous look. Here and there golden threads sparkled. They gently wrapped around the canopy, under which there were fabrics, and all the goods could be seen as in the daytime. At the same time, colored fabrics gave such a reflection that was similar to the radiance of gems. Merchants around already froze from such beauty.
- A witch, not otherwise, - someone whispered.
- What is she doing, then! How does she do it? - grumbled some.
And the woman sat and smiled. The townspeople, who had already left the market, having seen the radiance, decided to return and see what was glowing there. And the woman began a brisk trade.

The most surprising thing is that the merchants who were nearby, seeing such a success, did not envy, it was too beyond their understanding. They came to her and asked her to teach her how she does it, what secrets she has that she was able to attract customers at night and sell goods. And all in such an unusual and original way. In general, life in the market spun and boiled.

After some time, rumors began to reach the king that trade began to flourish in the bazaar, and the city gates could no longer cope with the flow of visitors pouring into the city. No one could explain what this was connected with, but the speaker also informed that the bazaar itself had undergone significant changes. Everything on it has become cleaner, more orderly, merchants have become more polite and friendly, the level of culture has risen! And where? At the farmer's market!
The king was interested in this phenomenon, and he decided to go again and see everything with his own eyes.

Before entering the city market, he stopped. Yes, indeed, the market was unrecognizable, it has changed. Do not see here now the former dark nooks and crannies, it was now illuminated around the clock. As if it was covered from above with some luminous golden threads, everything became cozy and friendly. Following the streets of the market, he drove to the central square, where there was the most beautiful lighting. There was a fountain in the middle of the square, and the space above the fountain and nearby shops were all woven with golden lace.

Where does such beauty come from? exclaimed the king?
- Who is this creator, what created this and why did you hide it from me? He has a place in the royal palace, among honors and respect!
People silently parted, and the king saw a shop with fabrics. There was a woman sitting there. She smiled and looked at him disarmingly. And then he remembered where he had seen her before. Well, of course, this is the one from the cart. Also so talented. He wanted to talk to her, and he invited her to the palace.
But not everything was as simple as it might seem to you. Here, it would seem, the main thing happened. They saw each other. He became interested, she obviously won’t be taken aback either and will be able to please him, and there it’s up to the wedding. It sometimes happens, but more often it happens only in our dreams, but in life everything is much more interesting.
Arriving at the palace, the woman felt unwell. She already, living in the market, more and more missed her forest, garden and flowers, which charged her with strength. And here, in the stone jungle, she felt like in a cage. And woke up in her "the one that slept for many, many years." She always woke up when a worthy man appeared next to a woman. Her task was to prevent a meeting with such a man, well, and if she did take place, then the relationship. You can not allow the happiness of a woman with a man. Forever a woman must remember that men are evil.

And I will prove it to her, - the one who slept for many, many years thought angrily.
“I will act carefully and gradually so that they don’t notice me, but if anything, I’ll use heavy artillery,” and she injected dissatisfaction with the man into the woman and Bad mood, grumbling and ingratitude.
- Lord, what's wrong with me? Why have I changed so much? - the woman became very uncomfortable from that moment on. Her harmonious state disappeared somewhere, and instead she was tormented by discontent and irritation.
Of course he wanted to talk. And you thought about me, what do I want? These men think only of themselves, - she sizzled inside.
“Wait,” the woman said to herself. She broke out in a cold sweat as soon as she caught herself in such thoughts. She was an experienced woman, and she didn’t drive such internal cockroaches, but now she felt that the task was more difficult. The fight is not for life, but for death. Where do these thoughts come from? Who in me speaks such nasty things about the person who so kindly endowed me with his attention and invited me to stay in his castle? So why am I so unhappy with everything? She decided to watch herself for a while.

Instead of combing her hair lovingly as usual, brushing it lovingly over her thighs and breasts, she quickly twisted her ponytail around her head, rudely straightened her dress and shouted to the servant:
- Well, lead me where I need to go ...
“Wow,” she thought inside herself, watching how someone, also inside, carried such rudeness and behaved like that.
- Well well. Well, well, thank God that I am my own mistress and I won’t let you be the host for a long time on my territory. To begin with, I will study you and understand what you want, and then I will take you on a long path away from me and my happy life.
Entering the royal apartments, she saw a table richly and abundantly laden with dishes. Musicians played beautiful music, and the king sat on a richly decorated throne and impatiently tapped his fingers on the table.
When he looked at the woman, his face blossomed, but his intent and observant gaze immediately noted the subtle change that had taken place in the woman.
- Well, let's see. It may even be more interesting than it all ends. But it looks like war has been declared on me, the king thought.
- Eh, I've already fought, dear. And I will not fight with you. And I don't need a warrior for my wife. Am I wrong this time too?
We sat at the table. The woman looked at the abundance of food and capriciously pouted her lips:
- Well….
The king raised his eyebrows questioningly and looked at her slyly.
- I want cherries!
But there were no cherries on the table.
- Maybe you will treat yourself to the freshest and most ripe oranges? Or, please, eat dates, the most excellent quality, he suggested.

The woman, or rather, “the one who slept for many, many years,” looked boldly at him and answered: I know what I want and I will only have cherries!
The conversation didn't stick. A deathly silence hung over the table. And then a little chick flew to the window. He was still quite awkward, with a very sincere and trusting look. He was gray, and on the back of his head a green tuft stuck out. Perhaps it was his first flight. It was evident that she was out of breath, but incredibly proud of herself.
Arriving on the windowsill, he began to sing a song. The song was light and bright. She enveloped herself and filled the whole space with lightness and unconstrained ringing. The woman felt that it was the universe that sent her help in a difficult moment, when she herself could not cope with the situation. And instead, the chick makes the atmosphere relaxed.
- Well, that's all, we must stop with this terrible evil that woke up inside me. I've had enough of her! Otherwise, things may go too far, - she took a crystal glass, in which wine was poured, and smashed it on the floor with a backhand. The glass shattered, and at that moment she herself turned into a white swan and flew away through the open window. The king only had to look at all this with his mouth open.

Our swan woman flew over the forests above the fields, and thought for a moment:
- I did everything right, it was necessary to interrupt this whole mess. I fly to my home, gain strength and come back.
How dear to her heart were the familiar outlines of the house, the garden, and the flowers she grew. The place, to which she gave a lot of love, was as if alive and spiritual. It became agitated and made a noise when it saw the silhouette of a swan in the sky. The flowers turned in her direction, the trees rustled their leaves, substituting their juiciest fruits. The swan sat down under a tree and froze. She felt how her body and soul were filled with the power of her native home and native land. This flow was so strong that she felt that she could cope with all the hardships that stood in her way. She hugged her native land with grateful wings, then soared into the sky and flew to the castle, towards her fate.

Meanwhile the king was asleep. She sat next to him, at his left shoulder. She wrapped her swan neck around him and fell asleep next to him. The king wakes up in the morning and sees that his swan has returned. Wraps it around with love. But not in human form. He began to think.
- The woman is not simple. Whatever he wants, he does. It's not easy to manage this. What's on her mind? Such an order is not possible, she is on her own mind. But since she's back, I'm dear to her. And she is dear to me. So we must trust, and there the road of life will lead us to the right path, he reasoned.
The swan woke up, rubbed its snow-white neck against his hands and spoke:
- My dear dear king. From the moment I saw you, I fell in love with you with all my heart. But she lives in me that wants to destroy my happiness. I cannot live out of harmony with myself and destroy everything dear to my heart. I turned into a swan, so as not to harm you and not to disrespect you in a human form. As soon as I deal with this black evil, I will turn back into a woman and become your loving wife. I just don't know, sadly lowering her head, she said how long it might take.
“I will wait,” said the king.
- I need a wife who is not torn apart from the inside. Because if so, I can’t help you in any way, and I can’t make you happier either. Until then, live here. You will have a roof over your head, food and drink in abundance.

And so they lived. In the evenings, after sunset, the king would come to the swan's room and talk to her about life. Over time, he learned that she was an intelligent and pleasant conversationalist. - It's amazing, I never thought that a woman could be so sensible in her reasoning. Or maybe you didn't notice? Who did I have to talk to for so long? I was always impatient, the fire of desire flared up in me, and there it was already before the conversations, and then, when the fire died out and the mind returned, it turned out that the person was not interesting to me either. I must have been immature. And now I am reaping the opposite, I have a spiritual and spiritual intimacy, but I cannot be with a swan. Do not love me a bird like a man, - the king was sad.
Meanwhile, the swan did not waste this very time, she felt that her inner liberation was approaching, and she also felt the danger. The danger that threatened this strange relationship. She noticed that one family from a neighboring kingdom often visited the king, with a daughter - a beautiful woman of marriageable age. And the king began to visit her chambers less and less often. The swan was bitter about this, but she understood that a person is whole, everything is one in him: soul and body, and it is impossible to choose one and deny the other. It's time for her to act.
By this time, she had already well studied "the one that slept for many, many years," she found out and where this evil thing came from. In the family, too many women had to suffer from unrequited love, and all this unrequited love turned into such an evil one and once sprouted in the last representative of the Family. There was no way to ease her pain. The swan tried many magical rites, the pain became less, but then she began to play again with renewed vigor.

There is only one last resort that my grandmother told me about, she decided. There is water in one well, if you drink it, it will bring death to the one who drinks it. And nearby there is a well with living water. But how can I do it in such a way as to drink the evil in me, and I myself remain alive? We have one body. So, for a while, I need to get out of my body. And then his dead and revive. And so she flew to the place where there were two wells with living and dead water. She took in two vessels, both of them. She found a suitable stone, in which she decided to settle her soul for that short time when her wicked one would die. She looked around herself. She said goodbye to the white light, because she did not know if she would succeed or not, she had never done this before. But her will was strong. And in an instant she drank the dead water, flew out of the body and flew into the stone. From there she began to look at her body from the side. The feathers began to fade and crumble, the outlines became sharp and unfriendly, and some unpleasant smell even began to emanate from the body. The body twitched and groaned. Evil was bad in him. She sighed. She writhed and seemed to be dying.
- God, what a mistake I made! I forgot that the soul is immortal! It was not me who had to move to the stone, but to move this wicked thing there. But I did the opposite! Now my body will die, but the evil one will continue to live, and even, God forbid, she will choose for herself someone's bright soul or wait until my daughters are born, and she will settle in them according to tribal tradition !!! Do not be this!
The woman gathered all her strength and flew back into the body. How terrible it was now. She felt like she was dying. With the last of her strength, she reached out from a vessel with living water and began to drink. And the more she drank, the more she came to life and with her gained strength and malice.
- Well, now, go away from me unclean! the woman ordered firmly. Go where people don't walk, birds don't fly, and animals don't run. Go to the distant swamp, but swampy! Be that! - she waved her white wings with all her might, and at that moment she freed herself from a heavy burden. Joy and love filled her body and she felt that she could turn into a woman again.
In the meantime, there was a ball in the kingdom, arranged by the king in honor of that same neighbor girl of marriageable age. The guests laughed and had fun, and a heavy stone lay on the soul of the king. He missed his swan, although he tried to distract himself, seduced by the promising beauty of the young princess. But everything about her was different. The king did not even fully realize what a strong place the swan occupied in his heart.

And then the music stopped. The king raised his head and saw that the subjects parted, and his beloved was walking towards him. The spell fell from her, she freed herself from the shackles, and walked, filled with inner radiance. The king breathed a sigh of relief, and as if some unknown force carried him to his beloved. He went up to her and looked into her eyes and saw nothing there that could interfere with their happiness. At that moment, they were only for each other, their hearts opened wide and they intertwined in an embrace. And this is the end of the story!

Dear friend, we would like to believe that reading the fairy tale "The Fairy of the Stream and the Spindle (Irish Tale)" will be interesting and exciting for you. Despite the fact that all fairy tales are fantasy, however, they often retain the logic and sequence of events. An important role for children's perception is played by visual images, with which, quite successfully, this work abounds. With the virtuosity of a genius, portraits of heroes are depicted, their appearance, rich inner world, they "breathe life" into creation and the events taking place in it. There is a balancing act between good and bad, tempting and necessary, and how wonderful that every time the choice is right and responsible. Here, harmony is felt in everything, even negative characters, they seem to be an integral part of beingness, although, of course, they go beyond the boundaries of what is acceptable. Folk tradition cannot lose its relevance, due to the inviolability of such concepts as: friendship, compassion, courage, courage, love and sacrifice. The fairy tale "The Fairy of the Stream and the Spindle (Irish Tale)" will be fun to read online for free for both children and their parents, the kids will be happy with a good ending, and moms and dads will be happy for the kids!

One widow had two daughters; one of them was good-looking and diligent, the other was bad-faced and lazy. But she loved the bad one more, because she was her own daughter, than the beautiful stepdaughter, on whom all the menial work in the house lay. This poor girl had to sit every day on the high road by the stream and spin so much that the blood came out from under her nails.
It happened one day that the whole spindle was in her blood; she bent down to the water to wash it, and it jumped out of her hands and fell to the bottom of a deep stream. The poor thing began to cry, ran to her stepmother and told her about her misfortune.
She scolded her and shouted:
“You dropped it yourself, and get it yourself, but until then, don’t show your face to me!”
The girl with tears went back to the stream, and out of desperation she rushed into it to get her spindle. Then she fell into oblivion, and when she woke up and came to her senses again, she saw that she was lying on a beautiful lawn, dotted with many wonderful flowers and brightly lit by the sun.
She walked along this lawn and reached the stove, in which many, many loaves were planted. The loaves cried out to her:
- Take us out, girl, take us out quickly, otherwise we will burn: we have been baked for a long time.
She came up and took all the bread out of the oven. Then she went further and reached an apple tree, on which there were many, many apples. The apple tree told her:
“Shake me, girl, shake me soon: the apples have ripened on me for a long time.
It went to the tree, shook all the apples and put them in a pile.
Finally, she came to the hut and in her window she saw an old woman with such large and long teeth that she was frightened and wanted to run away from her, when she turned to her and said kindly:
“What are you afraid of, dear? Stay with me: after all, if you work well in my house, then you will be fine here. But most of all, you must fluff up my feather bed thoroughly when you make the bed, so that the feathers fly in all directions, because it snows on the ground. My name is old woman Holle.
The girl agreed to stay with her and entered her service. She faithfully served her mistress, pleased her in everything, and on the other hand, she never once heard a bad word from her, and she received plenty of food, drink and delicacies from her.
No matter how good it was for her to live with the old woman, however, she soon wanted to return home and see her people. She said to the old woman:
- I was overcome by longing for my family, and although I feel good with you, however, I feel that I am unable to live away from my loved ones. The old woman praised her for her affection and added:
- You served me faithfully, and therefore I want to reward you according to your deserts.
Then she took her by the hand and led her under the big gate: as soon as she came under their arch, a plentiful golden rain fell on her, and all the gold stuck to her and covered her from head to toe.
- This is for you as a keepsake from me for your diligence, but, by the way, grab your spindle that fell into the stream.
After that, the gates slammed shut, and the girl found herself on the ground, not far from the house of her stepmother, who this time received her affectionately, because she saw what wealth she carried with her.

One widow had two daughters; one of them was good-looking and diligent, the other was bad-faced and lazy. But she loved the bad one more, because she was her own daughter, than the beautiful stepdaughter, on whom all the menial work in the house lay. This poor girl had to sit every day on the high road by the stream and spin so much that the blood came out from under her nails.

It happened one day that the whole spindle was in her blood; she bent down to the water to wash it, and it jumped out of her hands and fell to the bottom of a deep stream. The poor thing began to cry, ran to her stepmother and told her about her misfortune.

She scolded her and shouted:

“You dropped it yourself, and get it yourself, but until then, don’t show your face to me!”

The girl with tears went back to the stream, and out of desperation she rushed into it to get her spindle. Then she fell into oblivion, and when she woke up and came to her senses again, she saw that she was lying on a beautiful lawn, dotted with many wonderful flowers and brightly lit by the sun.

She walked along this lawn and reached the stove, in which many, many loaves were planted. The loaves cried out to her:

- Take us out, girl, take us out quickly, otherwise we will burn: we have been baked for a long time.

She came up and took all the bread out of the oven. Then she went further and reached an apple tree, on which there were many, many apples. The apple tree told her:

“Shake me, girl, shake me soon: the apples have ripened on me for a long time.

It went to the tree, shook all the apples and put them in a pile.

Finally, she came to the hut and in her window she saw an old woman with such large and long teeth that she was frightened and wanted to run away from her, when she turned to her and said kindly:

“What are you afraid of, dear? Stay with me: after all, if you work well in my house, then you will be fine here. But most of all, you must fluff up my feather bed thoroughly when you make the bed, so that the feathers fly in all directions, because it snows on the ground. My name is old woman Holle.

The girl agreed to stay with her and entered her service. She faithfully served her mistress, pleased her in everything, and on the other hand, she never once heard a bad word from her, and she received plenty of food, drink and delicacies from her.

No matter how good it was for her to live with the old woman, however, she soon wanted to return home and see her people. She said to the old woman:

- I was overcome by longing for my family, and although I feel good with you, however, I feel that I am unable to live away from my loved ones. The old woman praised her for her affection and added:

- You served me faithfully, and therefore I want to reward you according to your deserts.

Then she took her by the hand and led her under the big gate: as soon as she came under their arch, a plentiful golden rain fell on her, and all the gold stuck to her and covered her from head to toe.

- This is for you as a keepsake from me for your diligence, but, by the way, grab your spindle that fell into the stream.

After that, the gates slammed shut, and the girl found herself on the ground, not far from the house of her stepmother, who this time received her affectionately, because she saw what wealth she carried with her.

Svetlana Zaikina
Summary of the lesson "Golden Spindle". Introducing children to the spindle and spinning wheel

Target:Introduce children with items everyday life: spindle and spinning wheel.

Tasks:

educate at children's love for the motherland to its traditions and folk culture.

Expand knowledge children about antiquities, their purpose.

Activate in speech the words: spinning wheel, spindle, wool, tow.

Develop physical activity.

Encourage them to speak out about the actions of the characters in the story.

To evoke a joyful mood from communication with peers and adults.

Funds: The decoration of the Russian hut; spinning wheel, spindle, a basket with balls of threads of different colors; audio recording with Russian folk music.

preliminary work:

Acquaintance with household items in the room "Russian hut"; acquaintance with the customs and traditions of the Russian people in previous classes; reading Russian folk tales, nursery rhymes, proverbs, sayings, solving riddles; listening to Russian folk music.

Lesson progress:

To the sounds of quiet Russian folk music, children enter "hut". They are met by the hostess.

hostess: Hello, dear guests! Welcome to the Russian hut. I am glad to see guests as good news. I invite everyone, with all my heart I meet. Honor to the guest, honor to the owner!

The hostess invites everyone to sit on the bench, the children sit down.

hostess: Are you comfortable, dear guests? Is it visible to everyone? Does everyone hear?

Children: Yes, everyone.

hostess: Today I will tell you about spinning wheel and spindle. Every village house had spinning wheel. She was a faithful companion of the Russian peasant woman throughout her life. spinning wheel was considered one of the most revered objects in the house. elegant spinning wheel a good fellow made a gift for his bride, a husband gave his wife as a keepsake, and a father gave his daughters. And therefore they tried to decorate it and make it especially elegant. spinning wheel- the gift was carefully kept all his life and passed on as a great value to the next generation. Consists spinning wheel, on which they sit, and a horn, which is inserted into the hole in the bottom (saying this, the hostess shows spinning wheel) . A tow was tied to the rogatula - a fibrous bundle of flax or wool. While working, the craftswoman sat on the bottom and twisted the thread from the tow on spindle. Spindle- a carved cone-shaped stick, decorated with a pattern.

Children are considering spindle, touch with hands, try to twist it.

hostess: That's because it spins, it was called - spindle. Turn around like spindle.

Children circle around.

hostess: “I dance around the hut, I circle the thread, the more I spin, the more I become”. Well done real « spindle» ! Sit down on the bench, take a rest. Guys, so what do you need spinning wheel?

Children: To spin yarn.

hostess: That's right, well done. What do you think yarn is for?

The children make their guesses.

hostess: There is such proverb: "Not great spindle, and it dresses everyone ". Canvas was woven from strained linen threads, and then clothes were sewn. And today on such spinning wheels in the villages they spin wool for socks and mittens. Then the woolen threads are wound into balls. See how round and thick they are.

Children examine the balls of different colors, try to wind them up themselves.

hostess: Hand spinning was very slow. Therefore, they began to spin from childhood, from 6-8 years old. Spinning is hard work. Spinners worked long evenings. To make it more fun and the work argued, the spinner sang songs:

Gilded spinning wheel,

I spin, and the thread stretches,

I spin, and the thread stretches,

I like this work.

And yet, in one house several women gathered to spin.

hostess: Guys, and now I will tell you a fairy tale called « golden spindle» .

The hostess tells a story. Then discusses actions with children sisters: Annushka and Mashutki. Encourages children to statements. He concludes that there are rewards for good deeds.

hostess: Well, guys, did you like visiting me?

And what did you like the most?

What did you learn new by visiting the Russian hut?

Children answer questions, share their impressions.

hostess: Guys, let's stand in a circle. Show your palms, rub them together. What do you feel?

Children: Warm.

hostess: This is the warmth we will give to each other. It's time to say goodbye, I will wait for you to visit again. Goodbye.

The children say goodbye to the Mistress and leave for the group.

Russian folk tale :

“Golden Spindle”

An old man lived with an old woman, they had a daughter, Annushka. Soon the old woman died and left her daughter Annushka to the old man. The old man married another, who also had a daughter, Mashenka. The stepmother did not like her stepdaughter and tried in every possible way to bring her some harm. Once she sends her to spin at the well. Annushka obeyed her mother, came, sat down on the edge of the well and began to spin and sing about her share in an undertone. But suddenly trouble: she dropped spindle in the well She won't be able to get him. There is nothing to do, she went to her mother with tears and thinks that now they will scold her, and maybe even beat her. Annushka came home and talked about her grief to her mother, and her mother got angry with her and He speaks:

Go get it spindle and don't go home without it! Annushka began to cry and went back to the well. She came, got down into the well, looking for spindle and can't find it. Suddenly she sees old man: white as snow. That was the owner of the water in this well. Annushka asked him if he had seen her spindle, and he answered her that Baba Yaga had it, and told Annushka the way to her.

Annushka went to the indicated road: met a stream; they He speaks:

Girl, girl, drink my water. Annushka bent down to the stream, drank and went on.

On the road she met a birch; she also says her:

Girl, girl, tie me up with a ribbon. Annushka took a ribbon from her braid, tied it up and went on. She met more horses, those to her too they say:

Girl, girl, take a hair from our tail. She took a hair from each horse and went on.

Suddenly she saw: a house stands in front of her, and in the house Baba Yaga sits her spinning with a spindle; Annushka came in to Baba Yaga and asks:

spindles? And Baba Yaga and He speaks:

Go and heat the bath first, carry water into it with a sieve, wash me, comb my hair, then I will give you and spindle.

Annushka went, heated the bathhouse, smeared the sieve with clay and applied water. She came for Baba Yaga and brought her to the bathhouse, and Baba Yaga and He speaks:

Steam me smut, my ash, scratch with a harrow, and drag home by the hair.

But Annushka was smart: she soared Baba Yaga with a broom, washed with water, scratched with a comb, and led her home by the hand. Come home, Baba Yaga and He speaks:

Thank you for your kindness, go to the attic, take the chest, there is your spindle Yes, look - do not open the road.

Annushka obeyed, took the chest and went the old way. She met the same horses. They took the chest from her and helped her carry it, the birch, so as not to interfere, lifted the branches up. The brook also became narrower so as not to drown, and somehow Annushka got home and opened the chest. So what? In it lay golden spindle yes gold.

Seeing this, the stepmother sent her daughter Mashutka to the well and taught her how to do it. Mashutka came to the well, but on purpose she threw spindle something. And, without asking her mother, she jumped into the well and went along the same road that Annushka had gone.

When she approached the stream, he asked him to drink some water, but she told him said:

I haven’t seen, or something, I have your water! - and went on.

Birch asked her to tie her up with a ribbon, but Mashutka answered:

And I won’t tie it with a thread, not only with a ribbon! Went further. She met horses and answered them just as rudely as to a birch and a stream.

Suddenly she sees a hut in front of her, in the hut of Baba Yaga, Mashutka went up to her and He speaks:

Grandma, have you seen my spindles? And she and He speaks:

I have it, go first heat the bath, apply water with a sieve and wash me, and then spindle get.

Mashutka was capricious, but there was nothing to do; she went, heated the bathhouse, began to carry water, but she couldn’t pour it into the sieve, she ran, she ran, and so she was left without water.

She came for Baba Yaga, brought her to the bathhouse, and Baba Yaga was here for her. He speaks:

Steam me smut, my ash, scratch with a harrow, drag home by the hair.

Mashutka began to soar Babu Yaga with a brand, wash ash, smeared it properly, began to comb it with a tooth from the harrow, combed it and dragged it home by the hair.

Baba Yaga, seeing this, got angry, but did not say anything, only ordered Mashutka to take the chest. Mashutka was delighted, took the chest and went home the old way.

She reached the horses, but they did not help her, but they still wanted to trample, speaking:

You didn't pull a hair out of us.

I got to the birch. She also began to whip her and not let her through, speaking:

You did not bandage me with a thread, but Annushka tied it with a ribbon, you have no way!

Made her way here and somehow Mashutka, and there looks: the stream flooded all the way, and she had to walk on the water. Somehow got out on the road and thinks: “Well, no matter how bad it was to go, but how much I will bring gold, see how hard it is.

Mashutka came home, her mother ran out to meet her, and hastily opened box: and what? Instead of gold and golden spindle the chest was full of heat and simple smoldering spindle. The stepmother gasped, but there was nothing to do, she had to put up with it. But Annushka sewed a dowry for herself and got married, and she is living on her own, and making good money.

25Jan

golden spindle

Once upon a time, there lived a fisherman with two daughters on the seashore. The eldest was called O-Yuri, the youngest was O-Hana.

In terms of age, the difference between the sisters was small, but in character, one resembled the other no more than a crow resembles a heron. The older sister - O-Yuri - never got angry, was a very hardworking girl, obeyed her father and always helped him in his work. In the morning she went out to the sea to fish, and then at home until late in the evening she repaired nets. The youngest, O-Khana, only knew that she was preening; all her free time she turned in front of the mirror, painted, bleached, and changed into a kimono. One evening they both sat at home and talked. The father asks:

If you were an adult now, how would you like to live?

Here O-Hana answered before her older sister:

Oh, father, you know, if I were an adult now, I would like to have many beautiful kimonos and go to the theater every day in a beautiful carriage - that's what I would like! And so are you, sister, aren't you?

But O-Yuri shook her head.

No, she said, it's not. I would like to always live with my father and fish.

The father listened to them chuckling, and then said;

Everyone wants the same as you, O-Khana! To wear beautiful kimonos, to eat delicious things, to ride every day in a beautiful carriage to the theater and to festivities - who would refuse this? But for this you need to have a different position, but for us it is impossible, even if every day we go to the sea and work until dark. This is an impossible wish. Of course, if you work every day, tirelessly, as O-Yuri says, then you can earn some money, and then once a month you can go to the city, see goods, or go to the temple; and this is also a great pleasure and relaxation.

However, O-Hana did not seem to understand her father's explanations; she pouted and turned away.

Soon the father suddenly fell ill, could no longer work as before, and soon died. The poor sisters were completely helpless.

What to do here? And the girls decided to seek help from the sea king - Ryojin-Sama.

They went ashore, stood facing the wide sea and prayed with all their might:

About Ryojin-Sama, Ryojin-Sama. Our father died, we were left alone! .. We don’t know how we should live. Please help us, Ryojin-Sama. Send us happiness!

So they tirelessly appealed to the sea king, and suddenly - lo and behold - a sea wave splashed high, and a beautiful princess emerged from this wave. In each hand she held a shining spindle. The beauty said in a gentle voice:

I, Princess Oto-Hime of the Palace of the Sea King, have come to you on the orders of Ryojin-Sama. You turned to him with a plea, and he heard your plea. Ryojin-Sama has mercy on you, he sends you a golden spindle, with which you will attract happiness to yourself. Thank the sea king.

With these words, she gave the sisters a spindle and again sank to the bottom of the sea.

And the sisters wept with happiness. When the girls began to look at these beautiful gold items, their eyes even ached from the brilliance of gold.

It was a fortune, and O-Hana joyfully exclaimed:

Sister! Sister! Since we got such good things, let's go quickly and sell them to someone at a higher price! We will have a lot of money, and then we will immediately buy ourselves a kimono, we will buy hair ornaments, we will buy rings, we will buy geta! ..

She was delirious, and seeing this, O-Yuri's older sister frowned.

Hana-chan! What are you saying? If we sell this, Ryojin-sama will punish us. You remember what Oto-Hime told us. She said that these golden spindles would attract happiness to us. Under no circumstances should they be sold.

Yes, but… If we sell them now and get a lot of money for them, then won’t we attract happiness to ourselves?

No, that's not possible. After all, we can only sell them once and only once can we get money for them. It's not called attracting happiness.

What should we do then, sister?

We will take the spindles and we will spin.

Well, this tedious work is not for me, it's disgusting!

Disgusting or not, since Ryojin-Sama gave them to us, then I can’t do anything other than what he ordered, such as selling them.

Can not? Well, you don’t have to, well, please, do it your way! And I will do my own thing.

And no longer listening to what her sister said to her, O-Hana took her golden spindle and went into the city.

"There's nothing to be done about Hana-Tyan," thought O-Yuri, distressed, and went home, carefully carrying the golden spindle in her hands. Returning home, she immediately strengthened the thread and began to spin. Kuru-kuru… kuru-kuru- the spindle creaked. And suddenly, to her surprise, she noticed that the thread that she began to spin did not end, no matter how much she spun, and that with each turn of the spindle this thread turned into the most beautiful gold.

Oh! O-Yuri exclaimed in shock. - This, probably, means “to attract happiness!” Thank you, O Ryojin-Sama! - Then O-Yuri carried a skein of this golden thread to the city to sell and received a lot of money for it, and when she returned home, she again sat down to spin. So she sold ready-made yarn every time, and soon O-Yuri's house became ten times, and then a hundred times richer than during her father's lifetime. But since she was a simple and very kind girl, she did not become proud at all, although she became rich. She had a lot of money, but she never spent it in vain. She spent money only on good deeds: she donated to the temple and schools, gave to the poor, and she herself continued to live as simple daughter fisherman. Just like under her father, she worked until late at night. Neighbors were surprised looking at her, and all, as one, praised her.

And then one day a dirty beggar woman stopped at the gates of O-Yuri. O-Yuri took out the money for her. And suddenly the beggar, embarrassed, said:

Sister! Forgive me ... and cried.

O-Yuri, who seemed familiar with her voice, looked at her. And suddenly she realized that this miserable beggar was her sister O-Khana? .. Her heart sank.

Is it really you, O-Khana! .. What happened that you are in this form? .. And what have you been doing until now?

But O-Khana did not answer, she only wept; and then, bursting into tears, she said again:

Forgive me sister, - and cried even harder. “Forgive me, I didn’t listen to you then and sold the golden spindle ... Ryojin-Sama punished me for this, and I became such a dirty beggar.

So you sold your spindle?

Yes, I sold it, but the money… I wanted to buy beautiful kimonos… and the thief immediately stole the money… And then, I was penniless… It was very bad… I couldn’t return to your house like that. Until today, I wandered around for alms from place to place, but today ... today I felt that I had no more strength, and I decided to return.

So O-Hana told in tears, and the pitiful O-Yuri answered:

Forget about all this, stay with me. I'll be so happy if you get rich too!

In a word, O-Yuri immediately accepted O-Han back, and they began to live together again. O-Hana has changed a lot. She doesn't look like the old O-Hana at all. She became completely different, began to work hard and was not inferior in work to her older sister. And their homes got better and better.

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