Церковные ВѢХИ

Extra Ecclesiam nulla salus. Outside the Church there is no salvation, because salvation is the Church. For salvation is the revelation of the way for everyone who believes in Christ's name. This revelation is to be found only in the Church. In the Church, as in the Body of Christ, in its theanthropic organism, the mystery of incarnation, the mystery of the "two natures," indissolubly united, is continually accomplished. -Fr. Georges Florovsky

ΟΡΘΟΔΟΞΙΑ Ή ΘΑΝΑΤΟΣ!

ΟΡΘΟΔΟΞΙΑ Ή ΘΑΝΑΤΟΣ!
§ 20. For our faith, brethren, is not of men nor by man, but by revelation of Jesus Christ, which the divine Apostles preached, the holy Ecumenical Councils confirmed, the greatest and wisest teachers of the world handed down in succession, and the shed blood of the holy martyrs ratified. Let us hold fast to the confession which we have received unadulterated from such men, turning away from every novelty as a suggestion of the devil. He that accepts a novelty reproaches with deficiency the preached Orthodox Faith. But that Faith has long ago been sealed in completeness, not to admit of diminution or increase, or any change whatever; and he who dares to do, or advise, or think of such a thing has already denied the faith of Christ, has already of his own accord been struck with an eternal anathema, for blaspheming the Holy Ghost as not having spoken fully in the Scriptures and through the Ecumenical Councils. This fearful anathema, brethren and sons beloved in Christ, we do not pronounce today, but our Savior first pronounced it (Matt. xii. 32): Whosoever speaketh against the Holy Ghost, it shall not be forgiven him, neither in this world, neither in the world to come. St. Paul pronounced the same anathema (Gal. i. 6): I marvel that ye are so soon removed from Him that called you into the grace of Christ, unto another Gospel: which is not another; but there be some that trouble you, and would pervert the Gospel of Christ. But though we, or an angel from heaven, preach any other gospel unto you, than that which we have preached unto you, let him be accursed. This same anathema the Seven Ecumenical Councils and the whole choir of God-serving fathers pronounced. All, therefore, innovating, either by heresy or schism, have voluntarily clothed themselves, according to the Psalm (cix. 18), ("with a curse as with a garment,") whether they be Popes, or Patriarchs, or Clergy, or Laity; nay, if any one, though an angel from heaven, preach any other Gospel unto you than that ye have received, let him be accursed. Thus our wise fathers, obedient to the soul-saving words of St. Paul, were established firm and steadfast in the faith handed down unbrokenly to them, and preserved it unchanged and uncontaminate in the midst of so many heresies, and have delivered it to us pure and undefiled, as it came pure from the mouth of the first servants of the Word. Let us, too, thus wise, transmit it, pure as we have received it, to coming generations, altering nothing, that they may be, as we are, full of confidence, and with nothing to be ashamed of when speaking of the faith of their forefathers. - Encyclical of the Holy Eastern Patriarchs of 1848

За ВѢру Царя И Отечество

За ВѢру Царя И Отечество
«Кто еси мимо грядый о нас невѣдущиiй, Елицы здѣ естесмо положены сущи, Понеже нам страсть и смерть повѣлѣ молчати, Сей камень возопiетъ о насъ ти вѣщати, И за правду и вѣрность къ Монарсѣ нашу Страданiя и смерти испiймо чашу, Злуданьем Мазепы, всевѣчно правы, Посѣченны зоставше топоромъ во главы; Почиваемъ въ семъ мѣстѣ Матери Владычнѣ, Подающiя всѣмъ своимъ рабомъ животь вѣчный. Року 1708, мѣсяца iюля 15 дня, посѣчены средь Обозу войсковаго, за Бѣлою Церковiю на Борщаговцѣ и Ковшевомъ, благородный Василiй Кочубей, судiя генеральный; Iоаннъ Искра, полковникъ полтавскiй. Привезены же тѣла ихъ iюля 17 въ Кiевъ и того жъ дня въ обители святой Печерской на семъ мѣстѣ погребены».
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Monday, August 2, 2010

AUSSIE CARROTS, Orzo Stuffed Tomatoes, Stir-fried Spinach

Aussie Carrots

1 pkg. carrots
1 Tsp. curry
2 Tsp. water
1 1/2 tbsp. honey
1/2 tsp. ginger
1/2 tsp. chili powder (Hot)
2 Tsp. minced Garlic
2 finely minced serano peppers


Peel and slice carrots into quarters, 3 inches long.
Place in tin foil with all ingredients.
Wrap tightly and put on grill.
Let cook for 20 minutes.




http://www.cooks.com/rec/doc/0,1850,147178-225201,00.html




Orzo Stuffed Tomatoes

Vegetarian Recipe

Ingredients:
5 tablespoons extra virgin olive oil
8 beefsteak tomatoes
4 ounces orzo
8 black olives, stoned and finely chopped
2 tablespoons finely chopped fresh basil
1 tablespoon finely chopped fresh parsley
2 ounces freshly chopped garlic
Salt and black pepper
Fresh basil sprigs to garnish


Directions:
Brush a baking sheet with olive oil.
Slice the tops off the tomatoes and reserve.
If the tomatoes will not stand cut a thin slice off the bottom. Using a teaspoon, scoop out the tomato pulp into a strainer, but do not pierce the tomato shells. Invert the tomato shells onto kitchen paper, pat dry and then set aside to drain.


Bring a large saucepan of salted water to a boil.
Add the orzo and 1 tablespoon of the remaining olive oil and cook until tender, but still firm to the bite.
Drain the pasta thoroughly and set aside.


Put the olives, chopped basil, parsley and garlic into a large mixing bowl and stir in the drained tomato pulp.
Add the pasta to the bowl.
Stir in the remaining olive oil, mix together well, season to taste with salt and pepper.
Spoon the pasta mixture into the tomato shells and replace the lids.
Arrange the tomatoes on the baking sheet and bake in a preheated oven for 22 minutes.
Remove the tomatoes from the oven and allow to cool until warm.
Arrange on a serving dish and serve with the fresh basil sprigs.


Recipe makes eight servings Pasta Stuffed Tomatoes.



http://www.fitnessandfreebies.com/veg/pastawtomato.html




Stir-fried Spinach

Ingredients:
2 lb. spinach
2 t. salt
1-1/2 t. sugar
5 T. vegetable oil


DIRECTIONS:
Trim and wash the spinach.
Heat oil, put spinach in and stir-fry for 1 minute with high heat.
Add salt and sugar.
Mix well and serve.




http://www.english.china.com/zh_cn/livelife/chineserecipes/chineserecipes080506.htm




Plate, serve, enjoy.

Thursday, June 24, 2010

The Magic Ring

In a certain realm, in a certain land, there once lived an old man and woman with their only son Martin. All his life the old man had been a hunter, catching animals and birds and feeding his family on his catch. With time the old man took sick and died, leaving Martin and his mother alone in the world; they grieved and sorrowed, but there was nothing for it: tears won't bring back the dead. A week passed by and they had eaten all the food in the larder; seeing there was nothing more to eat, the old woman realised she would have to spend some money. The old man had left them two hundred rubles; though she was loath to open the money- box, they had to eat somehow and keep the wolf from the door. So she counted off a hundred rubles and told her son, "Here, Martin, take these hundred notes and borrow the neighbour's horse so that you can ride to town and buy some food. That will see us through the winter and we will look for work come the spring."

Martin borrowed his neighbour's horse and cart and rode off to town; as he was passing butchers' stalls in the market he saw a noisy crowd gathered there. What had happened? The butchers had caught a hound, tied him to a post and were beating him with sticks, and the dog was cowering, whining and yapping with pain. Martin ran over to the butchers and asked, "Why are you beating the poor dog so mercilessly?" "That devil deserves all he gets," the butchers said. "He stole a whole side of beef." "Stop, brothers," Martin cried. "Don't beat him, sell him to me instead." "Buy him if you please, but it will cost you a hundred rubles." said one butcher in jest. Martin pulled out a hundred rubles, paid the butcher, untied the hound and took him along. The dog wagged his tail and licked his new master's hand; he knew the young fellow had saved his life.

When Martin got back home, his mother asked him at once, "What have you bought, my boy?" "My first piece of good fortune," Martin replied. "What are you blathering about? What good fortune?" "Here it is, Blackie," he said pointing at the dog. "Is that all?" "If I'd had any money left I might have bought more: but the whole hundred went on the dog." The old woman scolded him: "We've nothing to eat; I've scraped the last bits of flour to make a roll for today, but tomorrow there'll be nothing at all."

Next day his mother took out the last hundred rubles, gave it to her son and told him: "Go to town and buy some food. son. but don't fritter the money away." Martin arrived at the town, began to walk up and down the streets and take a look around, and saw a boy dragging a cat along on a string towards the river. "Stop." called Martin. "Where are you taking that cat?" "I'm going to drown him: he stole a pie from our table." "Don't drown him," Martin said. "Sell him to me instead." "Buy him if you please, but it will cost you a hundred rubles." Martin did not think twice: he pulled out the money and gave it to the boy; then he put the cat in his bag and turned for home. "What have you bought, my boy?" asked his mother. "Stripey the cat." "Is that all?" "If I'd had any money left, I might have bought more." "Oh. what a fool you are!" she cried. "Leave this house at once and go begging food at someone else's door."

Off went Martin to the next village in search of work. taking with him Blackie the dog and Stripey the cat. On the way he met a priest. "Where are you going, my son?" he asked. "To look for work," the lad replied. "Come and work for me; only I take on workmen without fixing a wage: whoever serves me well for three years gets what he deserves." Martin agreed and toiled away three summers and winters for the priest; when the time came for payment, his master summoned him. "Well. Martin," he said, "come and get your reward." He led him into the bam. pointed at two full sacks and said, 'Take whichever you want." Martin saw that there was silver in one sack and sand in the other, and thought: "There's more to this than meets the eye. Come what may, but I will take the sand and see what happens." So he said: "I will take the sack of fine sand. master." "Please yourself, my son. Take the sand if you prefer it to silver."

Martin heaved the sack of sand upon his back and went to look for work again. He walked and walked, until he found himself in a dark. dense forest. In the middle of the forest was a glade, and in the glade a fire burned brightly, and in the fire sat a maiden more fair than tongue can tell or tale can spell. The fair maiden called to him, "Martin, the widow's son. if you wish to win good fortune, rescue me: put out the flame with the sand for which you laboured three years." "Aha," thought Martin, "it would be better to help someone than drag this load around. Sand is not worth much anyway, there's plenty of it about." He put down his sack, untied it and began to pour out the sand; the fire went out at once, the fair maiden struck the earth with her foot, turned into a snake, leapt upon his chest and wound herself about his neck. Martin took fright. "Do not be afraid," said the snake. "Go to the Thrice-Ten King- dom beyond the Thrice-Nine Land; my father is king there. When you come to his palace he will offer you gold and silver and precious stones. But do not take any- thing. Just ask for the ring from his little finger. It is no ordinary ring: when you put it on one hand and then on the other twelve strapping youths will appear to do whatever you order, all in a single night."

Martin went on his way; by and by he reached the Thrice-Ten Kingdom and saw a huge rock. The snake jumped down from his neck, struck the earth and became a fair maiden once more. "Follow me," she said, leading the way under the rock. For a long time they walked along the underground passage until suddenly a light appeared; it got brighter and brighter, and they came out to a wide plain under a clear blue sky; and on the plain was a magnificent castle where the fair maiden's father lived—the king of mis underground realm.

As the travellers entered the white-stone castle they were greeted warmly by the king. "Welcome, my dear daughter. Where have you been all these years?" "Father. noble Sire, I would have perished had it not been for this man: he saved me from a cruel death and brought me here to my native land." "Thank you, young man," said the king, "your good deed deserves reward; take all the gold, silver and precious stones that your heart desires." But Martin, the widow's son, answered, "Your Maj- esty, I want neither gold, nor silver, nor precious stones; all I ask is the ring from the little finger of your royal hand. I am a single fellow: I shall look at the ring, and think of my future bride to drive away my loneliness." At once the king took off the ring and gave it to Martin. "Here, take it and good luck to you. But tell no one of the ring or you will find yourself in dire trouble."

Martin, the widow's son, thanked the king, took the ring and a small sum of money for the road, and set off the way he had come. By and by he returned to his native land, sought out his old mother, and they began to live happily without a care in the world. One day Martin thought to take a wife and sent his mother off as matchmaker. "Go to the king himself," he said, "and ask for his lovely daughter." "Oh, my son," the old woman replied, "don't bite off more than you can chew. If I go to the king, he will get angry and have us both put to death." "Do not worry, Mother," said her son, "since I am sending you, go forth boldly. And bring back the king's reply whatever it is; don't come home without it." The old woman set off sadly for the king's abode: she walked into the courtyard and made straight for the royal staircase, without as much as by your leave. But the guards seized her. "Halt. old hag! Where do you think you're going! Even generals don't dare come here without permission..." "Leave me alone!" cried the old woman. "I've come to do the king a favour; I want his daughter to marry my son, and you are trying to stop me!" She caused such a commotion that you'd have -thought the palace was on fire. Hearing the shouts, the king looked out of the window and ordered the woman to be brought to him. She marched straight into the royal chamber, crossed herself before the icons and curtseyed to the king. "What have you to say, old woman?" asked the king. "Well, you see, I have come to Your Majesty; now don't get cross: I have a buyer, you have the wares. The buyer is my son Martin, a very clever fellow; the wares are your daughter, the beautiful princess. Will you let her marry my Martin? They'd make a good pair." "Have you taken leave of your senses, woman?" cried the king. "Not at all, Your Majesty. Pray, give me your reply."

Straightaway the king summoned his ministers and they took counsel as to what the reply should be. And it was decided thus: let Martin build the richest of palaces within a single day and link it to the king's palace by a crystal bridge with gold and silver apple-trees growing on either side. And let him build a church with five domes: so there was a place where the wedding could be held and the marriage celebrated. If the old woman's son could do all that, he would be really clever and would win the princess's hand. But if he failed, he and the old woman would lose their heads for their impudence. Home went the old woman with the reply, weeping bitter tears as she trudged along. "Well, my son," she cried. "I told you not to bite off more than you can chew; but you would have your way. Now our poor heads are for the chop, tomorrow we shall die." "Who knows, mother, we might stay alive. Pray to God and go to bed: morning is wiser than evening."

On the stroke of midnight, Martin got up from his bed, went out into the yard, put the ring on his other hand—and right away twelve strapping youths appeared, all exactly alike. "What is it that you require, Martin, the widow's son?" they asked. "It is this: build me by first light on this very spot a .splendid palace, with a crystal bridge leading from my palace to the king's and with gold and silver apple-trees growing on either side, and birds of every kind singing in their branches: build me, too, a church with five domes; so there is a place where my wedding can be held, and my marriage celebrated." "All will be ready by the morrow," replied the twelve strapping youths. With that they set to busily, brought workmen and carpenters from all sides and got down to work. They worked with a will and soon everything was done. In the morning Martin woke up to find himself not in his simple cottage, but in splendid chambers. He stepped onto the high porch and saw that all was ready:

the palace, the church, the crystal bridge, and the trees with gold and silver apples. The king also walked onto his balcony, looked through his spy-glass and marvelled to see that all had been done as he had ordered. He summoned the fair princess and told her to get ready for the wedding. "Well," he said, "I never thought I would hand my daughter over to a peasant's son, but there's nothing for it now."

While the princess was dressing herself in her finery, Martin, the widow's son. came into the yard, put the magic ring on his other hand, and saw twelve strapping youths appear as if from out of the ground. "What is it that you require?" they asked. "It is this," Martin said, "dress me in a nobleman's caftan and get ready a golden coach with six fine horses." "Straightway, master." In the twinkling of an eye Martin was brought the caftan; he put it on and it fitted him perfectly. Then he looked round and saw standing at the portals a carriage harnessed to six splendid horses dappled silver and gold. He got into the carriage and drove to the church; the bells were already ringing for mass, and people were flocking by the score! Behind the groom came the bride with her maids and matrons and the king with his minis- ters. After mass Martin, the widow's son, took the fair princess by the hand and, as right and proper, they were wed. The king gave his daughter a rich dowry, bestowed high office upon his new son-in-law and held a wedding feast to which all the world was invited.

The young couple lived together one month, then two and three: all the while Martin had new palaces and gardens built by the day, if not the hour. But it pained the princess to think that she had been wed not to a prince, a royal heir. but to a simple peasant. So she began wondering how to get rid of him. She pretended to be as sweet and loving as any husband could desire. She saw to her husband's every need, served him in every way she could, trying all the time to wheedle his secret out of him. But Martin was as firm as a rock and would not betray it.

One day, however, after drinking with the king, he came home and lay down to rest; the princess ran to his side, kissing and caressing him, breathing sweet words into his ear; and so oily was her tongue that Martin finally told her about his wonderful ring. "Good," thought the princess, "now I'll finish you off." As soon as he fell asleep, she snatched the ring from his little finger, went into the courtyard and put it on her other hand. At once the twelve strapping youths appeared. "What is it that you require, fair princess?" they asked. "Listen, lads," she said, "make the palace, the church and the crystal bridge vanish by dawn; and bring back the humble cottage as before. Leave my husband as poor as he always was, and carry me off to the Thrice-Ten Kingdom beyond the Thrice-Nine Land, to the Mice's Realm. I am ashamed to live here." "Straightway, Your Highness," they said. In a flash she was swept up by the wind and borne off to the Thrice-Ten Kingdom, the Mice's Realm.

Next morning the king awoke and went out onto his balcony to look through his spy-glass—but there was no palace with a crystal bridge and no five-domed church. just a humble cottage. "What does this mean?" he thought. "Where has it all gone?" And without delay he sent his adjutant to find out what had happened. The adjutant galloped off, inspected everything, then returned to report to the king, "Your Majesty, where the grand palace once stood there is now the humble cottage as before:

and inside the cottage lives your son-in-law with his mother; but there is no sign of the fair princess and no one knows where she is." The king called a grand council to pronounce judgement on his son-in-law: they condemned him for sorcery and the wrong he had done to the fair princess. Martin was to be immured in a high stone pillar with neither food nor drink. Let him starve to death. Stonemasons came and put up a tall stone pillar in which Martin was immured, with one small window for light. And there he sat. poor lad, shut in without food or drink one day. then a second and a third, weeping bitterly.

Martin's old friend. Blackie the dog. found out what had happened and came running to the cottage. Stripey the cat lay purring on the stove. "You lazy scoundrel, Stripey," said the dog. "all you can do is lie and stretch on the stove in the warm. while our master is shut up in a stone prison far away. Have you forgotten how he gave his last hundred rubles to save your miserable skin? If it hadn't been for him the worms would have eaten you away long ago. Get up quickly! We must go and help him." Stripey hopped down from the stove and. together with the dog. ran off to search for their master. Coming at last to his stone prison, the cat scrambled up to the window. "Hey, master! Are you still alive?" "Only just." answered Martin. "I'm starving; it must be my fate to die of hunger." "Don't despair; we will bring you food and drink." said Stripey. jumping out of the little window and down to the ground. "Our master's starving to death, Blackie; what can we do to help him?" "Oh, Stripey. you're too stupid to think of anything! I know: let's go to town. and as soon as we meet a pieman with a tray of pies. I'll trip him up and make him drop the tray. Then grab some pies and take them to our master."

So they went to the high street and met a man carrying a tray on his head. The dog darted under his feet, making the man stumble and drop his tray. The pies went flying, and the poor man ran off in a panic, thinking a mad dog was after him. Stripey snatched up a pie and ran off to Martin. He gave him the pie and dashed back for another, then a third. In the same fashion they frightened away a man selling cabbage soup, and thus got many a bowlful for their master. Then Blackie and Stripey decided to set off for the Thrice-Ten Kingdom, the Mice's Realm, to bring back the wonderful ring; the road was long and it would take them some time. Before setting off they brought Martin a good store of rusks, rolls, pies and provi- sions to last a whole year. "Eat and drink, master, but make sure your supplies last out until we return." They bade him farewell and set off on their long journey.

By and by they came to a deep blue sea. "I think I can swim to the other side. what about you'^" said the dog. "I'm no good at swimming." Stripey said. "I'll drown in no time." "Then climb on my back." So Stripey climbed on the dog's back. dug his claws into Blackie's thick fur, and they swam off across the sea. When they reached the other side they came to the Thrice-Ten Kingdom, the Mice's Realm. There was not a single human being in that land; but there were more mice than you could count—wherever you looked they were scampering about in their thousands. "Now it's your turn, Stripey," said the dog. "You break their necks. while I gather up the bodies and put them in a pile."

Stripey was used to this sort of hunting; off he went to deal with the mice in his way; one pounce and the mouse was finished. The dog could hardly keep up with him and by the end of a week the pile was huge. A terrible grief lay over the entire realm. When the Mouse King found that his subjects were missing, that many had suffered a cruel fate, he crawled out of his hole and begged the dog and the cat: "I bow before you, mighty warriors. Take pity on my poor people, do not kill us all;

tell me, instead, what I can do for you. Whatever you say will be done." The dog told him this: "You have a palace in your realm, and within that palace dwells a fair princess; she stole our master's magic ring. Fetch us that ring, or you will die and your kingdom will perish—we will lay it waste!" "Wait," said the Mouse King, "I will summon my subjects and ask them."

Immediately he gathered all the mice, large and small, and asked if one of them would creep into the palace to the fair princess and steal her ring. One little mouse answered, "I often go to that palace. By day the princess wears the ring on her little finger, and by night when she goes to bed she puts it into her mouth." "Go and try to get it," said the Mouse King. "If you succeed I will reward you handsomely." The little mouse waited until nightfall, made his way into the palace and crept on tiptoe into the princess's bed-chamber. She was sleeping soundly. Climbing onto the bed, he poked his tail into the princess's nose and tickled her nostrils. She sneezed, and the ring flew out of her mouth and dropped onto the carpet. The little mouse hopped down from the bed, seized the ring in his teeth and took it to the Mouse King. The Mouse King handed the ring to the mighty warriors, Blackie and Stripey, and they in turn paid him their compliments. Then they held counsel between themselves: who should look after the ring? "Give it to me, I'll never lose it, not for anything," said the cat. "All right," said Blackie. "But see you guard it with your life." The cat took the ring in his mouth and they set off on their return journey.

When they arrived at the deep blue sea, Stripey climbed onto the dog's back, dug his claws into Blackie's thick fur as tightly as he could, and into the water they went, swimming across to the other side. They swam for an hour or two, then out of nowhere a black raven swooped down and started pecking at Stripey's head. The poor cat did not know how to protect himself from the enemy. If he used his claws he would slip into the water and end up at the bottom of the sea; if he used his teeth, he might lose the ring. What was he to do?' He endured it as long as he could, until his head was bloody from the raven's pecking. Then he lost his temper, opened his mouth to seize the raven and ... dropped the ring into the deep blue sea. The black raven flew up and disappeared into a dark forest. As soon as they reached land, Blackie demanded to see the ring. Stnpey hung his head in shame. "Forgive me, Blackie." he said. "I'm sorry. I dropped it into the sea." The dog let fly at him. "You stupid oaf! You're lucky I didn't find out earlier, or I'd have dropped you into the sea, you dolt. What are we going to tell our master? Crawl into the sea at once and find that ring, or I'll tear you to pieces!" "What good will that do?" growled the cat. "We must put our heads together: just as we caught mice before, we'll catch crabs now. Perhaps they will find our ring for us." The dog agreed. So they began to walk along the seashore catching crabs and piling them up. The pile grew and grew. A huge crab crawled out of the sea to take a walk; in a flash Stripey had him in his claws. "Don't kill me, mighty warriors, I am the Crab King. I shall do whatever you order." "We dropped a ring into the sea," said Stripey, "go and look for it if you desire our pardon; or we will put your whole kingdom to waste."

The Crab King called his subjects at once and told them about the ring. Then up spoke a tiny crab: "I know where it is. When the ring fell into the deep blue sea, a sturgeon seized it and swallowed it before my very eyes." All the crabs ran through the sea in search of the sturgeon; when they found it they began pinching and tweaking the poor fish ceaselessly. The fish twisted and turned this way and that. and finally leapt onto the shore. The Crab King again emerged from the water and addressed the cat and the dog: "Here is the sturgeon, mighty warriors. Have no mercy on it, for it has swallowed your ring." The dog pounced on the sturgeon and started eating it up from the tail. But the cunning cat guessed where the ring would be. He gnawed a hole in the sturgeon's belly, tore out its insides and there was the ring. Seizing it in his teeth he scampered off as fast as his legs would carry him, thinking, "I'll run to the master, give him the ring and say I found it all by myself; and the master will love me more than Blackie."

Meanwhile the dog was finishing his meal of fish and wondering where the cat had gone. He soon guessed what the cat was up to, that he was trying to curry favour with their master. "It's no good, Stripey, you rascal! I'll catch you up and tear you to pieces." And off ran Blackie after the cat. He caught Stripey up and threatened him with a terrible fate. Spying a birch-tree in a field, Stripey scampered up it and sat there right at the top. "Very well," said the dog, "you can't sit in a tree forever; you'll want to come down sometime. And I shan't budge until you do." For three days Stripey sat up the tree, and for three days Blackie stood guard, not letting him out of sight for a moment. They both got very hungry and agreed to make it up. then set off together to their master. When they reached the stone prison, Stripey sprang up to the little window and asked, "Are you still alive. Master?" "Hello, dear Stripey! I thought you would never return. I haven't had a bite to eat for three days." Thereupon the cat gave him the magic ring. Martin bided his time till dead of night, put the ring on his other hand and the twelve strapping youths appeared.

"What is it that you require?" "Set up my former palace, lads," said Martin, "and the crystal bridge and the five-domed church; and bring back my unfaithful wife; have it ready by morning."

No sooner said than done. The king awoke next morning, went onto his bal- cony, and looked through his spy-glass: where the cottage had stood there was now a lofty palace; from the palace stretched a crystal bridge, and on either side of the bridge grew trees with gold and silver apples. The king ordered his coach to be made ready and rode off to see whether it had all really come back or whether he was dreaming. Martin met him at the gates, took him by his fair hands and led him into his splendid palace. "Well, this is how it was, Sire, and all because of the princess", and he told the king the whole story. The king ordered the princess to be executed: the unfaithful wife was tied to the tail of a wild stallion which was set loose upon the open plain. The stallion flew like the wind, dashing her snow-white body against the gullies and steep ravines. But Martin still lives and prospers to this day.

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Wednesday, June 23, 2010

Протоиерей Алексий Уминский: «Детское молитвенное правило должно быть посильным и понятным ребенку»


По приглашению редакции газеты «Одигитрия» Винницу посетила съёмочная группа программы «Православная энциклопедия» из Москвы. Ведущий программы протоиерей Алексий Уминский в череде недельных съёмок жизни Винницкой епархии нашел время, чтобы провести встречу с винничанами, провести презентацию своей книги «Тайны покаяния» и дать интервью нашей газете.

Выбирая тему для беседы, мы думали, о чем поговорить с отцом Алексием. Знали, что он не только ведущий телевизионной программы «Православная энциклопедия», не только духовник Свято-Владимирской духовной семинарии, но и настоятель московского храма Живоначальной Троицы в Хохлах. Именно этот храм известен тем, что при нем создана детская комната для малышей. Пока идет Литургия, дежурные родители занимаются с детьми, а к концу богослужения все вместе идут ко Причастию.



Вот об этом – о месте детей в храме – мы решили поговорить с отцом Алексием.

«В воскресном детсаде родители дежурят по очереди»
– Отец Алексий, расскажите, как родилась идея создать своеобразный «детский сад» при Вашем храме?


– Такая практика действует в нашем храме лет восемь. С одной стороны, родители могут присутствовать на Литургии, с другой – дети не утомляются во время службы. Ведь малыши находятся в храме, где много народа, где родители, когда молятся, перестают обращать на них внимание. Это создает проблему и для других молящихся, и для самих детей. Родители замирают в священном восторге перед молитвой и уже ни о чем не думают. А у детей появляется чувство отторжения, что они лишние.

Мы подумали и решили организовать небольшой воскресный детский сад. Родители договариваются о дежурстве между собой. Во время Литургии в соседнем помещении собираются три группы: младшая – от 3 до 6 лет, средняя – от 6 до 10 лет, и более старшие дети – с 11 до 13. С самыми маленькими занимается кто-то из родителей или прихожан – рисуют, читают, играют. С детьми постарше читают Евангелие, что звучит в храме, разбирают смысл, читают житие святого. Более старшие ребята помогают играть с детьми.

– К какому времени службы лучше приходить с младенцами?

– Ребенок, особенно маленький, не может выдержать долгой службы, поэтому родители должны приходить попозже или выходить с детьми на улицу, когда те устанут. С младенцами до года лучше приходить незадолго до Причастия. А 3-6-летние дети могут быть на службе уже к «Отче наш», более старших детей – 7-10 лет – уместнее приводить в храм к Херувимской.


«Не пугайте детей Богом»


– Как подготовить ребенка к исповеди? Должны ли родители подсказывать чаду: «Скажи, что не слушаешь маму, обижаешь брата, обманываешь бабушку»?

– Надо найти время и подготовить хотя бы немножечко ребенка к первой исповеди. Родители могут проводить такую работу. Если ребенок сделал какой-то неблаговидный поступок, они должны объяснить смысл содеянного, призвать его к совести. Если, например, он поссорился с ближними, не послушался их – помочь помириться с ними, попросить у них прощения, а потом, конечно, попросить прощения у Бога. Родители должны прививать навыки исповеди, чтобы ребенок чувствовал нравственную связь с событием. Ребенок – событие, ребенок – какой-то грех, – всё это в голове 7-8-летнего ребенка должно быть достаточно очевидным, как и понятие совести, понятие греха.

После этого родители должны внимательно с ребенком побеседовать, рассказать, что такое исповедь, в чем смысл этого Таинства. В простых, доступных словах сказать о том, что Господь всегда тебя любит. Ребенку и так уже должно быть известно, что все его дела, его поступки, мысли Господь видит и терпеливо ждет, когда ребенок сам захочет признаться в содеянном и себя исправить.


Мне стоит предостеречь родителей от того, чтобы они не пугали ребенка Богом. Часто такая ошибка бывает от родительской беспомощности, от нежелания потрудиться. Поэтому испугать ребенка: «Бог тебя накажет, ты за это получишь от Бога», – это не метод. Богом пугать ни в коем случае нельзя. А вопрос-то в том, что взгляд Божий – это совесть, которая постоянно в тебе говорит, что Бог тебе подсказывает, Бог тебя направляет, Бог тебя любит, Бог тебя ведет, Бог желает твоего изменения, твоего покаяния. Ребенку стоит объяснить, что все творящееся с человеком Бог использует не для того, чтобы человека наказать, а для того, чтобы человека спасти, чтобы человека вывести на Свет, чтобы человек с этого момента мог измениться в лучшую сторону.

Требовать от ребенка, чтобы он начал серьезную духовную работу в себе, не стоит. Достаточно того, что ребенок будет искренен на исповеди и будет честно вспоминать свои собственные проступки, не скрываясь и не прячась за ними. Детская исповедь не должна быть подробной как у взрослого человека.

– Надо ли ребенку писать записи с перечнем грехов или лучше пусть все рассказывает сам? Дети иногда стесняются называть свои грехи...

– Желание вместо искренней исповеди подать списочек с подробно записанными по схеме грехами напоминает то, как подают заполненную квитанцию в прачечную – грязное белье сдал, чистое белье получил. Здесь ни в коем случае такого не должно быть с ребенком! У него не должно быть бумажечек, даже если он пишет их своей собственной рукой, а уж тем более ни в коем случае рукой родительской. Достаточно того, что ребенок говорит одно-два события из своей жизни для того, чтобы с ними прийти к Богу.

У детей иные представления о грехе, чем у взрослых. И совсем иное отношение к греху. Зная это, Церковь не исповедует детей до 7 лет. Более того: некоторые очень опытные духовники (например, прот. Владимир Воробьев, его чада духовные и другие священники) вообще считают, что даже когда ребенку исполнится 7 лет, его не надо исповедовать перед каждой Литургией, потому что ребенок очень быстро приучается к формальной исповеди. А родители почему-то думают, что чем раньше ребенок начнет исповедоваться, тем лучше для него – он станет лучше, воспитаннее.

Это проблема того же корня – родители не хотят брать на себя ответственность за поведение своего ребенка. Они думают, что в исповеди найдут возможность нового воспитательного процесса, к которому сами не будут иметь отношения, либо смогут через эту исповедь каким-то образом влиять на ребенка.

– Некоторые родители после исповеди своего чада подходят и спрашивают, рассказал ли ребенок о тех или иных грехах. С воспитательной точки зрения это оправдано?

– Почему маленьких детей не исповедуют? Лишь по той причине, что дети способны рассказать свои грехи, а вот пережить исповедь как покаяние, после которого должно наступить исправление, – не могут. Дети не в состоянии духовно над собой трудиться, они еще не выросли. Понять свой грех они могут, а исправлению их должны научить родители.

Все умиляются, когда маленький ребеночек подходит к батюшке, тот его о чем-то спрашивает, а потом кладет на головку епитрахиль. Да и детям очень нравится играть в эту игру. Но ведь это не игра!

При современной загруженности священника трудно ожидать, что на исповеди он сможет уделить ребенку достаточно внимания для того, чтобы в нем «покопаться». А дети очень часто не умеют рассказать о своем грехе священнику. И исповедь превращается во что-то невразумительное: «Ну, маму не слушался, ну, еще что-то там». 2-3 слова – и вроде как всё: «Ладно, иди причащайся».

А бывает и так: ребенок начинает исповедоваться, и родители с радостью готовы отдать его духовнику, считая, что теперь духовник отвечает за его воспитание, а их это уже не касается. Они также часто пытаются использовать духовника в воспитательном процессе: «Батюшка, скажите ему на исповеди, чтобы он…»

И ребенок теряет доверие к священнику, относится к исповеди сухо. Она становится для него формальностью. Такой ребенок «потерян» для исповеди до тех пор, пока что-то, не дай Бог, не случится с ним во взрослом возрасте.


«У детей иное представление о грехе»


– Батюшка, а как быть с молитвенным правилом? «Последование ко Причастию», каноны – всё это ребенок вряд ли осилит. С чего начинать?

– А кто сказал, что надо вычитывать все молитвенное правило? Глупо требовать от ребенка вычитывать его полностью. У каждого молитвенное правило должно быть разное – одно у монахов, другое у священников, у разных мирян разное: в зависимости от их занятости на работе, образования, духовного уровня, возраста. Одно – у здорового молодого человека и другое у человека, который болеет. Одно правило у только начинающего церковную жизнь, и другое у того, кто давно в церковной ограде.

– Но в церковных книгах пишется, что надо читать всё и приучать себя и ребенка к порядку в молитве...

– Мы должны понять: то, что в книгах – это некий образец. Это то, что должно направлять, то, что потом становится у человека молитвой, что должно формировать молитву. А у нас что происходит: мы правило «вычитываем», а службу «выстаиваем». Это же звучит ужасно, как повинность какая-то, а не радость. Святитель Игнатий Брянчанинов говорит такие замечательные слова: «Человек не должен становиться рабом молитвенного правила». То, что Господь сказал о субботе, относится и к молитвенному правилу: не человек для правила, а правило для человека.

Если ребенок молится, у него должно быть свое правило. Но оно не должно быть тем правилом, которое станет кривелом и отвернет его от Церкви. Преподобный авва Дорофей говорит, что кривое правило и прямую дорогу делает кривой.

– Какие молитвы Вы бы посоветовали читать детям?

– В зависимости от возраста. Когда детки совсем маленькие, только учатся молитве, очень хорошо, когда с ними молятся мама или папа и они вместе вслух поют «Богородице Дево, радуйся...», «Отче наш...», «Молите Бога о нас...», «Величаем Тя...», «Кресту Твоему поклоняемся, Владыко...» Это простенькие, но хорошо запоминающиеся молитвы. Ребенка надо приучать молиться своими словами за папу и маму, за бабушку и дедушку, за всех близких. Когда ребенок начинает ходить в храм, уместно дать ему возможность выбрать те молитвы, которые ему понятны. Надо каждое слово ребенку объяснить, чтобы не было магического отношения к молитве: вот что-то бубню, а не понимаю что. Правило должно быть понятным, осознанным и посильным.


«Если у подростка есть желание причаститься – пусть читает одну молитву, и слава Богу»


– Многие впадают в уныние: вот ребенок не вычитал правило, это грех, поэтому всё – ко Причастию он не идет...

– Грех не в том, что не вычитал правило, а в том, что не помолился. Можно читать правило и в этот момент с Богом совсем не пообщаться. Ведь важно, чтобы молитва приближала человека к Богу.

Вот праведный Иоанн Кронштадтский говорил: «Лучше сказать пять слов от сердца, нежели тьмы слов языком». Молитвенное правило должно постоянно наполнять человека, приближать к Богу. Конечно, оно должно нести какой-то труд, человек должен трудиться над собой, но посильно. Оно не должно препятствовать духовной жизни. Если молитвенное правило такое, что человек не причащается, потому что он не может вычитать правило, то это правило препятствует ко спасению. Значит, его надо менять.

Почему мы должны читать одни и те же молитвы в течение всей своей жизни? Почему мы не можем допустить свободу в выборе молитв ко Причастию, чтобы сделать правило более живым? Мы ведь меняемся, меняется наше отношение к Богу, к Церкви, меняются наши желания чем-то наполнить свою жизнь. Правило должно восприниматься как нечто общее, из чего человек должен выбирать. Оно должно быть таким, чтобы ребенку было нетрудно и радостно молиться. И чтобы это поддерживало на его пути к Богу.


У детей должно быть маленькое молитвенное правило по отношению ко взрослым. Иначе в чем тогда смысл нашего взросления? Если с самого начала детей нагружать большим правилом, они перестанут молиться и это станет для них чистой формальностью. Молитвенное правило не должно занимать у детей более 10 минут с утра и вечером, а на правило перед Причастием они не должны тратить более 15 минут.

– А как быть с подростками? Если детей еще можно за руку привести, то подростки не ходят в церковь да и правило читать не будут...

– Если у подростка есть хотя бы желание идти в храм и причаститься, то пусть причащается. Как может: одну молитву прочел и – слава Тебе, Господи.

– А если не идет, потому что скучно? Как родителям вести себя с подростками?

– Сложный момент. Сказать – отпустите его совсем и не ведите – это будет неправильно. Сказать – в любом случае тащите – тоже можно ошибиться. В общении с подростком надо всегда лавировать. С одной стороны, не отпускать, а с другой – не держать слишком жестко. Постараться услышать, чего он хочет, что ему мешает. Понять причину отторжения. Если он просто стесняется, не находит друзей и единомышленников своего возраста, тогда надо искать такие общины, где бы он мог найти себе товарищей и друзей.


«Твой ребенок – это твой Киев и твой Иерусалим»


– Что делать, если мать воцерковлена и хочет водить ребенка в храм, а отец – против?

– Здесь должна быть мудрость матери. Она должна подумать, почему муж против. Бывает, что она так резво и ретиво начинает воцерковляться, что вызывает отторжение и чувство внутреннего напряжения в семье. И часто нехождение отца в церковь связано с чрезмерным рвением женщины. Надо очень хорошо посмотреть на себя со стороны.

– Часто приходится слышать, как говорят детям: «Идем, батюшка сейчас даст сладенького». Как правильно объяснить ребенку, что такое Причастие?

– Не надо ребенку врать, что это «сладенькое», что это «медочек». Это неправильно. Ведь дети вырастают, узнают правду и понимают, что их обманывали. Зачем это надо? Ребёнок спокойно всё воспринимает. Почему мы думаем, что если скажем, что это Кровь и Тело Христовы, то это может испугать ребенка? Почему это не пугает взрослых? Потому что взрослые не верят? Всё надо объяснить так, как это объясняется в Церкви – это Тело и Кровь Христовы, которое ты вкушаешь под видом хлеба и вина. В этом Причастии пребывает Сам Господь. Причащаясь Его Тела и Его Крови, ты соединяешься со Христом. И ничего не надо придумывать.

– Встречаются мамы, стремящиеся сразу ввести своих детей в жесткие рамки благочестивого поведения: не шуми, не ходи, не разговаривай, не спрашивай. Видеть «затюканного» ребенка невыносимо. Какую линию поведения нужно выбрать родителям, чтобы посещение храма всегда было радостным событием?

– Дети в храме – в доме Отца своего. Здесь для них должно быть свое пространство. Надо, чтобы дети, которые ниже по росту взрослых, не стояли за спинами крепких мужчин и женщин, а видели иконостас, службу, алтарь. Обычно они где-то в ногах наших вертятся. А мы их брык – уйди отсюда. Освободите для детей главное пространство в храме. Подведите их к иконам, к иконостасу, чтобы они видели службу, наблюдали за действиями священника. Они тут же переключат внимание. А то стоят дети в притворе с мамами. Те молятся или разговаривают между собой, а дети в лучшем случае свечки ставят. Надо всех уважаемых прихожан отодвинуть подальше и поставить впереди детей.

– Дети часто шумят в храме, но не все мамы спешат их осадить, рассуждая: «Пусть их прихожане ругают, а я – мама, ребенок должен знать, что я его люблю, от меня он не должен слышать резких слов». Правильно ли это?


– Отец Алексий Мечев говорил матерям, которые жаловались ему на детей, мешающих им ходить в церковь: «Твой ребенок – это твой Киев и твой Иерусалим. Вот твое место молитвы и твое место Богослужения – твой ребенок». Родители отвечают за поведение детей в храме, поэтому должны пожертвовать своей молитвой ради них и молитвы других прихожан.

Давайте себе представим: пришла семья с детьми в церковь. Как обычно они себя ведут? Папа с мамой стараются как можно подальше от детей отойти и углубиться в молитву. Потому что получать пришли. А дети в это время ведут себя незнамо как: ходят по храму или даже бегают, сшибают свечки, а то зажигают их, мешают другим молиться. Но как малышей судить за такое поведение? Значит, мы должны относиться к ним с подобающим вниманием и лаской, со смирением. Но родители в этот момент все «в небесах» и дети их совершенно не интересуют.

И в эти моменты происходит первое поругание понятия воспитания. Родители ведь считают, что раз они пришли с детьми в храм, то они этих красных, вспотевших, уставших детей, которые час бегали и гоготали, непременно понесут к Чаше. Вот только дети совершенно к Причастию не готовы и воспринимают Таинство уже абсолютно формально. А родители уверены, что они делают очень хорошее дело, потому что дети в храме, с Богом.

– Какую работу можно найти ребенку в храме, чтобы ему не было тяжело на службе?

– Всё зависит от того, как это священник организует. Мальчиков постарше пускайте в алтарь, пусть помогают батюшке. Хорошо занять детей в детском хоре. Можно просить, чтобы кто-то приносил записочки к алтарю, кому-то можно поручить собирать пожертвования. Потом можно после службы помочь в храме убраться. Вынести старые цветы, вытереть пыль с подоконников, чистить подсвечники, подливать масло в лампадки.


«Дети должны будут веру заново обрести»


– Отец Алексий, как воспитать ребенка хорошим христианином?

– Это могут сделать только родители, которые любят Христа и всегда причащаются. Родители, которые сами живут активной христианской жизнью. Только собственным примером, по-другому никак не воцерковишь ребенка. Если только не произойдут какие-то Божественные события...

Как только ты будешь вмеcте с ребенком жить единой церковной жизнью, а твои слова о Христе, которые ты говоришь ребенку, и твоя собственная жизнь не расходятся между собой – ребенок будет таким же. А мы часто хотим дать ребенку то, что не имеем сами и не научились сами. Потом страшно обижаемся на детей, что они так не делают. А не делают потому, что не видят этого в нас.

– А как быть, если всё исполняешь, всё вкладываешь в ребенка, а он все-таки отходит от Церкви?


– Очень многие родители, ослепленные своим тщеславием, видят ребенка не таким, какой он есть. Они придумывают себе детей. И если ребенок в этот образ не вмещается, то оказывается виноватым сам ребенок. В религиозной среде это всё наиболее обострено и порождает какие-то крайние вещи. А по сути это – садистское отношение родителей к своим детям. И это только повод, чтобы ребенка пинать, принижать, что «ты не такой, каким мы тебя придумали». Ребенок старается как можно больше уйти от семьи, отстраниться от тех ценностей, которые имеют родители.

Как бы мы ни воспитывали наших детей, как много бы мы в них ни вкладывали, в их жизни все равно наступит такой период, когда они должны будут эту веру заново обрести. Мы не должны иметь иллюзии, что наши дети плавно придут к настоящей вере «с молоком матери».

«В храм водим, причащаем, всё наши дети знают, молятся, с удовольствием посещают воскресную школу, всё хорошо и благочестиво», – это ровно ничего не значит. Наступит момент, когда это парниковое растение будет пересажено в обычную городскую почву. И тогда начнется.

Очень часто все эти очень хорошие вещи так быстро улетучиваются, что как будто ничего и не было… Родители в ужасе: «Мы столько в детей вложили, и куда же всё это делось?»

Так оно будет, потому что в конечном итоге рождение в вере всё равно должно наступить у человека сознательно! Выбор веры, ответ на все Евангельские слова Христа должен произнести лично сам ребенок.


«Этот мир будет сильно испытывать детей»


– Можно ли этого избежать?

– Скорее всего, что кризис веры у юноши, у девушки обязательно наступит. Потому что он столкнется с миром, о котором еще очень мало знает. И этот мир живет по совсем другим законам. И у этого мира совсем другие ответы на те вопросы, которые ставились ребенком и которые он получал от родителей. Совсем другие ответы!

Сопоставление известных и неизвестных ответов может очень сильно поколебать любую юношескую душу. И тогда начнется процесс, возможно, через падения, через какие-то серьезные жизненные ошибки, осознания того, кто ты есть на самом деле. Насколько то, что в тебя было вложено, – истинно. И здесь родительское терпение, родительская вера тоже будут испытывать очень большой искус.

Как это будет идти дальше, каким способом это всё пройдет? Это самое большое испытание, которое ждет всех родителей впереди. Даже не в подростковый период, возможно, всё позже произойдет. Рассчитывать, что наше воспитание вот так спокойненько-спокойненько приведет детей к Богу, нельзя. К этому надо приготовиться, это надо знать.

Этот мир будет очень сильно испытывать детей. Очень сильно будет разворачивать в свою сторону. Приманки самые примитивные, но действенные. Потому что, по большому счету, нашим православным детям ничего нельзя. Много чего нельзя, а там всё можно…

И тут стоит очень важный вопрос для родителей: чего нельзя и почему нельзя? Если родители смогут этот вопрос правильно решить, то они от многого своего ребенка в его юности избавят. Потому что запреты по внешним параметрам: «Такую музыку слушать нельзя! Это смотреть нельзя! Таких друзей иметь нельзя!» – все это может привести к плачевному результату. Нужно понять – чего нельзя по-настоящему, и тогда надо объяснить – почему нельзя. Надо, чтобы это «нельзя» было воспринято свободно.

Но, как говорит авва Дорофей: «Семена добродетели неистребимы». И если истинные семена добродетели были в детстве заложены – не фарисейские, не внешние, а настоящие семена живой искренней веры – то они обязательно прорастут.

http://orthodoxy.org.ua/tn/node/6810

Monday, June 21, 2010

Serbian Vegetarian Stuffed Cabbage Recipe - Posna Sarma

During Orthodox lenten periods, meat and dairy are strictly prohibited. For cabbage lovers, these vegetable sarma or posna sarma (where "posna" means Lenten or fasting) allow one to indulge in a favorite food while still following the Church's strictures.


Makes 6 servings of Vegetarian Stuffed Cabbage - Posna Sarma

Prep Time: 20 minutes
Cook Time: 1 hour
Total Time: 1 hour, 20 minutes



Ingredients:

•1/4 cup vegetable or canola oil
•2 onions, finely chopped
•3 carrots, peeled and finely chopped
•1 rib celery, finely chopped
•3 Cubanelle or sweet peppers, finely chopped
•2 cups long-grain rice, rinsed
•2 tomatoes, peeled and chopped
•Salt and black pepper to taste
•3 cloves garlic, finely chopped
•1 (3- to 4-pound) head cabbage
•1 (32-ounce) jar sauerkraut, rinsed and drained
•1 (8-ounce) can tomato sauce
•1 (10-3/4-ounce) can tomato soup




Preparation:

1.Heat oil in large skillet. Add onion and saute until translucent. Add celery, carrots, peppers and cook for 5 minutes.


2.Add rice, tomatoes, salt and pepper, and simmer for 5 minutes. Set aside to cool and mix in garlic.


3.Meanwhile, steam cabbage until leaves are limp and pull away easily. Continue to remove as many leaves as possible.


4.With a paring knife, remove tough ribs from leaves without damaging leaves. Reserve tougher outer leaves but don't use for rolling.


5.Heap 2 tablespoons vegetable filling on each leaf, fold top of the cabbbage leaf up over filling, then fold sides to the center, and roll away from yourself to encase completely. Repeat until filling is gone.


6.Heat oven to 350 degrees. Discard the cabbage core and coarsely chop any remaining cabbage except the tough outer leaves you have reserved.


7.Spread chopped cabbage on the bottom of a large casserole dish or Dutch oven. Add the sauerkraut.


8.Layer on the cabbage rolls, seam side down. Cover rolls with reserved outer leaves. Mix tomato sauce and soup with enough water to make a liquidy consistency. Pour over rolls until mixture is level with rolls but not over the top.


9.Cover casserole dish and bake 1 hour. Let sit 20 to 30 minutes before serving. Freezes well.

http://easteuropeanfood.about.com/od/maincourses/r/vegsarma.htm

Thursday, June 17, 2010

Little Straw Bull

Once upon a time there lived an Old Man and an Old Woman. The Old Man went out to work and made tar for a living, and the Old Woman stayed home spinning tow. But the little they earned all went on food, and they had nothing at all to their name.

Now, the Old Woman began to fret and to worry and she said to the Old Man:

"Do make me a little bull of straw, Old Man, and smear him with tar."

"What's come over you, you silly Old Woman, what do you want with a straw bull?"

"I know what I want, just you make me one."

There was nothing to be done, so the Old Man made a little bull of straw and smeared his back and sides over with tar. Night came, and in the morning the Old Woman led the Little Straw Bull out to pasture and she took her spinning with her.

She sat down on a hillside and she spun her thread and said:

"Graze, graze, Little Bull, while I spin my thread! Graze, graze, Little Bull, while I spin my thread!"

And she spun and she spun till at last she dozed off.

All of a sudden who should come running out of the great dark forest but a Bear! He lumbered straight up to the Bull and said:

"Do tell me who you are!"

"I am the Little Straw Bull with the Tarred Back."

"Give me a little tar, Straw Bull, for my side is torn and perhaps it will heal faster if I put some tar on it."

But the Straw Bull just stood there and made no reply.

So then the Bear began clawing at the Straw Bull's back and side to get some tar off, and there he was stuck fast. He tugged and he pulled, and before he knew it he had pulled the Bull from the spot and out of sight.

The Old Woman woke up, she looked about her, and there was no sign of the Bull anywhere.

"Dear me, what a terrible thing to have happened!" she cried. "Where is my Bull? Perhaps he has gone home."

She lifted her distaff, put it over her shoulder and went home in great haste. Her way lay through the forest, and she had only walked a short distance when lo and behold! — there was the Bull standing where the Bear had dragged him.

The Old Woman ran home and she cried at the top of her voice:

"Old Man, Old Man, the Straw Bull has caught a Bear. Come quickly and kill him!"

The Old Man came running, he pulled the Bear free and threw him into the cellar.

On the following day, at the first glimpse of dawn, the Old Woman k the Straw Bull out to pasture again and she took her spinning with he She sat down on a hillside and she spun her thread and said:

"Graze, graze, Little Bull, while I spin my thread' Graze, graze, Litt Bull, while I spin my thread'"

And she spun and she spun till at last she dozed off.

All of a sudden who should come running out of the great dark. fore but a Wolf' He saw the Bull and said:

'Do tell me who you are'"

'I am the Little Straw Bull with the Tarred Back!" the Bull replied-

'Well, then, let me have some tar, for the dogs have torn my side!"

"Take it!"

The Wolf caught at the Straw Bull's side with his teeth and beg trying to get some of the tar off. He tried very, very hard, but befc he knew it there he was stuck fast and unable to get his teeth out! he pulled and he pulled till he had pulled the Straw Bull from the spot a out of sight.

The Old Woman woke up, she looked about her, and there was no) sign of the Little Straw Bull anywhere!"

"Perhaps he has gone home," said she to herself, and off she w< home.

But she had not gone very far before she saw the Bull being drag^ along by the Wolf. So she ran home and told the Old Man about it. c the Old Man came and seized the Wolf and threw him into the cellar.

On the third day the Old Woman took the Little Bull out to past' again. She sat down on the hillside and dozed off.

By and by a Fox came running up and she saw the Straw Bull and asl him who he was.

'I am the Little Straw Bull with the Tarred Back," the Little Bull plied.

"Well, then, do be a dear and let me have some tar to put on my s:

The dogs have nearly taken the hide off me!"

'Take it!"

The Fox tried to take some of the tar and she too was stuck fasi the Bull's side and, try as she would, could not get free.

The Old Woman woke, she called the Old Man, and the Old Man th the Fox into the cellar.

And on the next day they caught a Rabbit in the same way and th him into the cellar too.

So now there were four of them there, and the Old Man sat down on the trap door and began sharpening his knife.

"Why do you sharpen your knife, Old Man?" the Bear asked.

"Because I mean to skin you and make coats for myself and my Old Woman."

"Don't do that, Old Man! Let me go free, and I will bring you lots and lots of honey."

All right, then, see that you do!"

And with that the Old Man let the Bear go free.

Then he seated himself on the trap door again and began sharpening his knife.

"Why do you sharpen your knife. Old Man?" the Wolf asked.

'I am going to skin you and make a warm hat for myself for the winter."

"Don't do that, Old Man. Let me go free, and I will bring you a whole herd of sheep.'

"Well, then, see that you do!"

And he let the Wolf go free and began sharpening his knife again.

The Fox heard him and she pushed up the trap door with her head.

"Please, Old Man, do be a dear and tell me why you are sharpening your knife," she said. 'I am going to skin you, Fox,' the Old Man replied. 'For you have fine fluffy fur that will make a nice collar and trimming for my Old Woman's coat."

'Please don't kill me, Old Man! Let me go free, and I will bring you some chickens and geese.

"All right, then, see that you do!"

And with that he let the Fox go free.

So now there was only the Rabbit left in the cellar.

The Old Man began sharpening his knife again, and when the Rabbit asked him why he was doing it he said:

"You have soft, warm fur that will go to make a pair of fine mittens for me and a hat as well."

"Please don't kill me, Old Man! Let me go free, and I'll bring you beads and earrings and ribbons."

So the Old Man let the Rabbit go free too.

Night came and passed, and just before dawn had set in or day broken, there came a rap-tap-tap at the door.

"Someone is knocking at the door, Old Man', she cried. "Go and see who it is."

The Old Man opened the door, and there stood the Bear with a whole hive of honey'.

The Old Man took the honey, put it away and had only }ust gone to sleep when suddenly there came a rap-tap-tap at the door again,

The Old Man opened the door, and there stood the Wolf with a whole herd of sheep'. And soon after that the Fox came. bringing chickens and geese and other towl, and after her the Rabbit with a bag full of ribbons and beads and earrings.

The Old Man and the Old Woman were overjoyed. They sold the sheep and bought themselves a team of oxen, and the Old Man took to carrying other people's wares to market for them. And they became so rich and had so much money that no one could have asked for more,

And as for the Straw Bull, there was no longer any use for him, and so he stood out in the sun until he melted away.

http://russian-crafts.com/russian-folk-tales/straw-bull-tale.html

Monday, June 14, 2010

Vegetable Casserole Recipe - Serbian Djuvece


This recipe for Serbian vegetable casserole or djuvece uses summer's bounty -- zucchini, tomatoes, carrots, celery, potatoes, onions and green pepper. The dish is started on the stovetop and then mixed with rice and baked. It makes a great Lenten dish or vegetarian main course.

Garlic isn't traditional, but I like to add it. You will probably need 2 teaspoons of salt because the rice and veggies really need it (Or you may want to try soy sauce or better yet prepare some onion soup mix as your broth and add it where the recipe calls for it), but use at your discretion.


Makes 6 to 8 servings of Serbian Vegetable Casserole - Djuvece

Prep Time: 30 minutes
Cook Time: 60 minutes
Total Time: 90 minutes


Ingredients:

•1/4 cup olive or canola oil or garlic infused oil
•2 large onions
•4 carrots, peeled and sliced 1/4-inch thick
•3 medium potatoes, peeled and sliced 1/4-inch thick (May substitute with cauliflower)
•2 medium zucchini, sliced 1/2-inch thick
•1 large diced green pepper
•3 ribs celery, sliced 1/4-inch thick
•1 bay leaf
•4 large, peeled, seeded and chopped tomatoes or 1 (16-ounce) can stewed tomatoes
•1 cup rinsed and drained long-grain rice
•Salt and pepper
•1 Large Portobello Mushroom sliced (Optional)


Preparation:

1.Heat oven to 375 degrees. In a Dutch oven, saute onion in oil until translucent. Add carrots, potatoes, zucchini, green pepper, celery and bay leaf, and cook 15 minutes, stirring frequently.


2.Add tomatoes, rice and salt and pepper, and stir well. Add enough broth (Vegetable or onion soup) or water to barely cover the vegetables. Place lid on Dutch oven and bake 45 minutes to 1 hour. Remove bay leaf and serve.

http://easteuropeanfood.about.com/od/serbianvegetables/r/djuvece.htm

Thursday, June 10, 2010

Little Snow Girl (Snegurochka)

Russian folk tale retold by Vladimir Dahl


Once upon a time there was an old man and his wife, who had no children, no grandchildren at all. One feast day they went outside and watched other people's children making snowmen and throwing snowballs at one another. The old man picked up a snowball and said to his wife:

"If only you and I had a little daughter as white and chubby as this, wife!"

The old woman looked at the snowball, shook her head and said: "Well, we haven't and there's no getting one now, so there!" But the old man took the snowball into the cottage, lay it in a pot, covered it with a piece of cloth and placed it on the window-sill. When the sun rose, it warmed the pot and the snow inside began to melt. Suddenly the old couple heard a lisping sound in the pot under the piece of cloth. They ran up to take a look, and there in the pot lay a little girl, as white and chubby as a snowball.

"I am Little Snow Girl, rolled from the snow of spring, warmed and browned by the sun of spring," she said to them.

The man and his wife were beside themselves with joy. They took her out, and the old woman began sewing her some pretty clothes, while the old man wrapped her in a towel, rocked her and sang this lullaby:

Sleep, Little Snow Girl, sleep,
Our tasty bun so sweet,
Rolled from the snow of spring,
Warmed by the sun of spring.
We'll give you drink a-plenty,
We'll give you food galore,
And make you such a pretty dress
And teach you four times four.


So Little Snow Girl grew up, a joy to the old couple. She was good and clever, as little girls are in fairy tales, but very rarely in real life.

Everything was going well for the old couple and their livestock. The cattle got through the winter safely, and in spring they put the chickens back into the yard. But no sooner had the moved them from the house to the hen-coop, than the trouble started. A fox came up to the old man's dog Zhuchka, pretending to be ill, and begged her in a whining voice:

"Dear little Zhuchka of the white paws and silky tail, please let me go and warm up in the hen-coop!"

Zhuchka had been with the old man in the forest all day and she didn't know that the old woman had put the chickens back into the coop. So she took pity on the fox and let her in. The fox killed two chickens and dragged them off home. When the old man found out, he gave Zhuchka a beating and drove her out of the yard.

"Be off with you," he said. "You're no good to me as a watchdog!" So Zhuchka left the old couple's house, whimpering, and only the old woman and Little Snow Girl felt sorry for her.

Summer came, the berries ripened, and Little Snow Girl's friends asked her to come berry-picking in the forest with them. The old man and his wife would not hear of it. But Little Snow Girl's friends promised faithfully not to let go of her hand, and Little Snow Girl herself begged the old couple to let her go berry-picking and see what the forest was like. So in the end they gave her a basket and a piece of pie and let her go.

The girls set off holding Little Snow Girl's hand, but as soon as they got to the forest and saw all the berries, they forgot about everything else and ran off in all directions, picking berries and hallooing to one another.

They filled their baskets with berries, but lost Little Snow Girl in the forest.

Little Snow Girl called out, but no one replied. The poor mite began to cry. She tried to find the path, but got even more lost than before. So she climbed a tree and shouted: "Halloo! Halloo!" Up came Bear, crunching the dry branches and bending the bushes. "What's the matter, my pretty one?"

"Halloo! I'm Little Snow Girl, rolled from spring snow and browned by the spring sun. My girlfriends asked my grandparents to let me go with them into the forest, but now they've left me all alone!" "Come down," said Bear. "I'll take you home." "No, Bear," Little Snow Girl replied. "I won't go with you. I'm afraid of you. You'll eat me!" So Bear went away.

Up ran Grey Wolf.

"Why are you crying, my pretty one?" "Halloo! I'm Little Snow Girl, rolled from spring snow and browned by the spring sun. My girlfriends asked my grandparents to let me go berry-picking with them in the forest, and now they've left me all alone!"

"Climb down," said Wolf. "I'll take you home!"

"No, Wolf, I won't go with you. I'm afraid of you. You'll eat me." So Wolf went away. Then Fox came up. "Why are you crying, my pretty one?"

"Halloo! I'm Little Snow Girl, rolled from spring snow and browned by the spring sun. My girlfriends asked my grandparents to let me go berry-picking with them in the forest, and now they've left me all alone!"

"Never mind, my poor little pretty one! Come down quickly, and I'll take you home!"

"No, Fox of the honeyed words. I'm afraid of you. You'll lead me to Wolf or give me to Bear. I'm not going with you!"

Fox began stalking round the tree, looking at Little Snow Girl and trying to lure her down, but the little girl would not go.

"Wuff, wuff, wuff!" barked a dog in the forest.

"Halloo there, Zhuchka!" cried Little Snow Girl. "Halloo, my darling doggy! It's me, Little Snow Girl, rolled from spring snow and browned by the spring sun. My girlfriends asked my grandparents to let me go berry-picking with them in the forest, and now they've left me all alone. Bear wanted to carry me off, but I wouldn't go. Wolf wanted to take me away, but I refused. And Fox tried to lure me down, but I wouldn't be tricked by her. But I'll go with you, Zhuchka!"

At the sound of the dog barking, Fox turned tail and fled for dear life. Little Snow Girl climbed down the tree. Zhuchka rushed up, licked her face all over and set off home with her.

Bear was hiding behind a tree-stump, Wolf was skulking in a glade and Fox was lurking in the bushes.

Zhuchka barked loudly, and they were so frightened that they dared not come close.

They arrived home, and the old couple wept for joy. They fed Little Snow Girl, put her in her nice cosy bed and sang:

Sleep, Little Snow Girl, sleep,
Our tasty bun so sweet,
Rolled from the snow of spring,
Warmed by the sun of spring.
We'll give you drink a-plenty,
We'll give you food galore,
And make you such a pretty dress
And teach you four times four.


Zhuchka was forgiven. They gave her a nice saucer of milk and put her back in her old kennel to guard the house again.


http://russian-crafts.com/russian-folk-tales/littlesnowgirl.html

Monday, June 7, 2010

Potato, Carrot, and Summer Squash Soup


30 minutes to make

Serves 4


Amount Per Serving

Calories: 220.8

Total Fat: 0.5 g

Cholesterol: 0.0 mg

Sodium: 1,358.8 mg

Total Carbs: 46.2 g

Dietary Fiber: 7.6 g

Protein: 6.9 g


Ingredients
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1 medium onion, chopped
5 cloves garlic, minced
3 baking potatoes, diced (May substitute with cauliflower)
1 large zucchini, cut into half moons
1 large carrot, sliced into rounds
1 28-ounce can diced tomatoes (Italian seasoned may be used)
4 cups vegetable stock
2 cups water
salt and lots of freshly ground black pepper
1 cup basil leaves, thinly sliced
6 oz curly kale, chopped


How to make it --------------------------------------------------------------------------------

Heat a deep pot over medium-high heat.

Add the onion, garlic, potatoes, zucchini and carrot.

Cook until softened and brown, about 7-8 minutes.

Add tomatoes, stock and water to the pot.

Season with salt and freshly ground black pepper.

Bring the soup up to a boil then turn it down to a simmer.

Cook for 10 minutes.

Add the kale and basil, cover and simmer 5 minutes.

Taste and re-season before serving.


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Thursday, June 3, 2010

Ivanushka the Simpleton (Ivanushka Durachok)

In a kingdom far away from our country, there was a town over which ruled the Tsar Pea (Gorokh) with his Tsaritza Carrot (Markovka). He had many wise statesmen, wealthy princes, strong, powerful warriors, and also simple soldiers, a hundred thousand, less one man. In that town lived all kinds of people: honest, bearded merchants, keen and open-handed rascals, German tradesmen, lovely maidens, Russian drunkards; and in the suburbs all around, the peasants tilled the soil, sowed the wheat, ground the flour, traded in the markets, and spent the money in drink. In one of the suburbs there was a poor hut where an old man lived with his three sons, Thomas, Pakhom, and Ivan. The old man was not only clever, he was wise. He had happened once to have a chat with the devil. They talked together while the old man treated him to a tumbler of wine and got out of the devil many great secrets. Soon after this the peasant began to perform such marvelous acts that the neighbors called him a sorcerer, a magician, and even supposed that the devil was his kin.

Yes, it is true that the old man performed great marvels. Were you longing for love, go to him, bow to the old man, and he would give you some strange root, and the sweetheart would be yours. If there is a theft, again to him with the tale. The old man conjures over some water, takes an officer along straight to the thief, and your lost is found; only take care that the officer steals it not.

Indeed the old man was very wise; but his children were not his equals. Two of them were almost as clever. They were married and had children, but Ivan, the youngest, was single. No one cared much for him because he was rather a fool, could not count one, two, three, and only drank, or ate, or slept, or lay around. Why care for such a person? Every one knows life for some is brighter than for others. But Ivan was good-hearted and quiet. Ask of him a belt, he will give a kaftan also; take his mittens, he certainly would want to have you take his cap with them. And that is why all liked Ivan, and usually called him Ivanoushka the Simpleton; though the name means fool, at the same time it carries the idea of a kind heart.

Our old man lived on with his sons until finally his hour came to die. He called his three sons and said to them:

"Dear children of mine, my dying hour is at hand and ye must fulfill my will. Every one of you come to my grave and spend one night with me; thou, Tom, the first night; thou, Pakhom, the second night; and thou, Ivanoushka the Simpleton, the third."

Two of the brothers, as clever people, promised their father to do according to his bidding, but the Simpleton did not even promise; he only scratched his head.

The old man died and was buried. During the celebration the family and guests had plenty of pancakes to eat and plenty of whisky to wash them down.

Now you remember that on the first night Thomas was to go to the grave; but he was too lazy, or possibly afraid, so he said to the Simpleton:

"I must be up very early to-morrow morning; I have to thresh; go thou for me to our father's grave."

"All right," answered Ivanoushka the Simpleton. He took a slice of black rye bread, went to the grave, stretched himself out, and soon began to snore.

The church clock struck midnight; the wind roared, the owl cried in the trees, the grave opened and the old man came out and asked:

"Who is there?"

"I," answered Ivanoushka.

"Well, my dear son, I will reward thee for thine obedience," said the father.

Lo! the cocks crowed and the old man dropped into the grave. The Simpleton arrived home and went to the warm stove.

"What happened?" asked the brothers.

"Nothing," he answered. "I slept the whole night and am hungry now."

The second night it was Pakhom's turn to go to his father's grave. He thought it over and said to the Simpleton:

"To-morrow is a busy day with me. Go in my place to our father's grave."

"All right," answered Ivanoushka. He took along with him a piece of fish pie, went to the grave and slept. Midnight approached, the wind roared, crows came flying, the grave opened and the old man came out.

"Who is there?" he asked.

"I," answered his son the Simpleton.

"Well, my beloved son, I will not forget thine obedience," said the old man.

The cocks crowed and the old man dropped into his grave. Ivanoushka the Simpleton came home, went to sleep on the warm stove, and in the morning his brothers asked:

"What happened?"

"Nothing," answered Ivanoushka.

On the third night the brothers said to Ivan the Simpleton:

"It is thy turn to go to the grave of our father. The father's will should be done."

"All right," answered Ivanoushka. He took some cookies, put on his sheepskin, and arrived at the grave.

At midnight his father came out. "Who is there?" he asked. "I," answered Ivanoushka. "Well," said the old father, "my obedient son, thou shalt be rewarded;" and the old man shouted with a mighty voice:

"Arise, bay horse--thou wind-swift steed, Appear before me in my need; Stand tip as in the storm the weed!"

And lo!--Ivanoushka the Simpleton beheld a horse running, the earth trembling under his hoofs, his eyes like stars, and out of his mouth and ears smoke coming in a cloud. The horse approached and stood before the old man.

"What is thy wish?" he asked with a man's voice.

The old man crawled into his left ear, washed and adorned himself, and jumped out of his right ear as a young, brave fellow never seen before.

"Now listen attentively," he said. "To thee, my son, I give this horse. And thou, my faithful horse and friend, serve my son as thou hast served me."

Hardly had the old man pronounced these words when the first cock crew and the sorcerer dropped into his grave. Our Simpleton went quietly back home, stretched himself under the icons, and his snoring was heard far around.

"What happened?" the brothers again asked.

But the Simpleton did not even answer; he only waved his hand.

The three brothers continued to live their usual life, the two with cleverness and the younger with foolishness. They lived a day in and an equal day out. But one morning there came quite a different day from all others. They learned that big men were going all over the country with trumpets and players; that those men announced everywhere the will of the Tsar, and the Tsar's will was this: The Tsar Pea and the Tsaritza Carrot had an only daughter, the Tsarevna Baktriana, heiress to the throne. She was such a beautiful maiden that the sun blushed when she looked at it, and the moon, altogether too bashful, covered itself from her eyes. Tsar and Tsaritza had a hard time to decide to whom they should give their daughter for a wife. It must be a man who could be a proper ruler over the country, a brave warrior on the battlefield, a wise judge in the council, an adviser to the Tsar, and a suitable heir after his death. They also wanted a bridegroom who was young, brave, and handsome, and they wanted him to be in love with their Tsarevna. That would have been easy enough, but the trouble was that the beautiful Tsarevna loved no one. Sometimes the Tsar mentioned to her this or that one. Always the same answer, "I do not love him." The Tsaritza tried, too, with no better result; "I do not like him."

A day came when the Tsar Pea and his Tsaritza Carrot seriously addressed their daughter on the subject of marriage and said:

"Our beloved child, our very beautiful Tsarevna Baktriana, it is time for thee to choose a bridegroom. Envoys of all descriptions, from kings and tzars and princes, have worn our threshold, drunk dry all the cellars, and thou hast not yet found any one according to thy heart's wish."

The Tsarevna answered: ''Sovereign, and thou, Tsaritza, my dear mother, I feel sorry for you, and my wish is to obey your desire. So let fate decide who is destined to become my husband. I ask you to build a hall, a high hall with thirty-two circles, and above those circles a window. I will sit at that window and do you order all kinds of people, tsars, kings, tsarovitchi, korolevitchi, brave warriors, and handsome fellows, to come. The one who will jump through the thirty-two circles, reach my window and exchange with me golden rings, he it will be who is destined to become my husband, son and heir to you."

The Tsar and Tsaritza listened attentively to the words of their bright Tsarevna, and finally they said: "According to thy wish shall it be done."

In no time the hall was ready, a very high hall adorned with Venetian velvets, with pearls for tassels, with golden designs, and thirty-two circles on both sides of the window high above. Envoys went to the different kings and sovereigns, pigeons flew with orders to the subjects to gather the proud and the humble into the town of the Tsar Pea and his Tsaritza Carrot. It was announced everywhere that the one who could jump through the circles, reach the window and exchange golden rings with the Tsarevna Baktri-ana, that man would be the lucky one, notwithstanding his rank--tsar or free kosack, king or warrior, tsarevitch, koro-levitch, or fellow without any kinfolk or country.

The great day arrived. Crowds pressed to the field where stood the newly built hall, brilliant as a star. Up high at the window the tsarevna was sitting, adorned with precious stones, clad in velvet and pearls. The people below were roaring like an ocean. The Tzar with his Tzaritza was sitting upon a throne. Around them were boyars, warriors, and counselors.

The suitors on horseback, proud, handsome, and brave, whistle and ride round about, but looking at the high window their hearts drop. There were already several fellows who had tried. Each would take a long start, balance himself, spring, and fall back like a stone, a laughing stock for the witnesses.

The brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton were preparing themselves to go to the field also.

The Simpleton said to them: "Take me along with you."

"Thou fool," laughed the brothers; "stay at home and watch the chickens."

"All right," he answered, went to the chicken yard and lay down. But as soon as the brothers were away, our Ivanoushka the Simpleton walked to the wide fields and shouted with a mighty voice:

"Arise, bay horse--them wind-swift steed, Appear before me in my need; Stand up as in the storm the weed!"

The glorious horse came running. Flames shone out of his eyes; out of his nostrils smoke came in clouds, and the horse asked with a man's voice:

"What is thy wish?"

Ivanoushka the Simpleton crawled into the horse's left ear, transformed himself and reappeared at the right ear, such a handsome fellow that in no book is there written any description of him; no one has ever seen such a fellow. He jumped onto the horse and touched his iron sides with a silk whip. The horse became impatient, lifted himself above the ground, higher and higher above the dark woods below the traveling clouds. He swam over the large rivers, jumped over the small ones, as well as over hills and mountains. Ivanoushka the Simpleton arrived at the hall of the Tsarevna Baktriana, flew up like a hawk, passed through thirty circles, could not reach the last two, and went away like a whirlwind.

The people were shouting: "Take hold of him! take hold of him!" The Tsar jumped to his feet, the Tsaritza screamed. Every one was roaring in amazement.

The brothers of Ivanoushka came home and there was but one subject of conversation--what a splendid fellow they had seen! What a wonderful start to pass through the thirty circles!

"Brothers, that fellow was I," said Ivanoushka the Simpleton, who had long since arrived.

"Keep still and do not fool us," answered the brothers.

The next day the two brothers were going again to the tsarski show and Ivanoushka the Simpleton said again: "Take me along with you."

"For thee, fool, this is thy place. Be quiet at home and scare sparrows from the pea field instead of the scarecrow."

"All right," answered the Simpleton, and he went to the field and began to scare the sparrows. But as soon as the brothers left home, Ivanoushka started to the wide field and shouted out loud with a mighty voice:

"Arise, bay horse--thou wind-swift steed, Appear before me in my need; Stand up as in the storm the weed!"

--and here came the horse, the earth trembling under his hoofs, the sparks flying around, his eyes like flames, and out of his nostrils smoke curling up. "For what dost thou wish me?" Ivanoushka the Simpleton crawled into the left ear of the horse, and when he appeared out of the right ear, oh, my! what a fellow he was! Even in fairy tales there are never such handsome fellows, to say nothing of everyday life.

Ivanoushka lifted himself on the iron back of his horse and touched him with a strong whip. The noble horse grew angry, made a jump, and went higher than the dark woods, a little below the traveling clouds. One jump, one mile is behind; a second jump, a river is behind; and a third jump and they were at the hall. Then the horse, with Ivanoushka on his back, flew like an eagle, high up into the air, passed the thirty-first circle, failed to reach the last one, and swept away like the wind.

The people shouted: "Take hold of him! take hold of him!" The Tsar jumped to his feet, the Tsaritza screamed, the princes and boyars opened their mouths.

The brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton came home. They were wondering at the fellow. Yes, an amazing fellow indeed! one circle only was unreached.

"Brothers, that fellow over there was I," said Ivanoushka to them.

"Keep still in thy own place, thou fool," was their sneering answer.

The third day the brothers were going again to the strange entertainment of the Tsar, and again Ivanoushka the Simpleton said to them: "Take me along with you."

"Fool," they laughed, "there is food to be given to the hogs; better go to them."

"All right," the younger brother answered, and quietly went to the back yard and gave food to the hogs. But as soon as his brothers had left home our Ivanoushka the Simpleton hurried to the wide field and shouted out loud:

"Arise, bay horse--thou wind-swift steed, Appear before me in my need; Stand up as in the storm the weed!"

At once the horse came running, the earth trembled; where he stepped there appeared ponds, where his hoofs touched there were lakes, out of his eyes shone flames, out of his ears smoke came like a cloud.

"For what dost thou wish me?" the horse asked with a man's voice.

Ivanoushka the Simpleton crawled into his right ear and jumped out of his left one, and a handsome fellow he was. A young girl could not even imagine such a one.

Ivanoushka struck his horse, pulled the bridle tight, and lo! he flew high up in the air. The wind was left behind and even the swallow, the sweet, winged passenger, must not aspire to do the same. Our hero flew like a cloud high up into the sky, his silver-chained mail rattling, his fair carls floating in the wind. He arrived at the Tsarevna's high hall, struck his horse once more, and oh! how the wild horse did jump!

Look there! the fellow reaches all the circles; he is near the window; he presses the beautiful Tsarevna with his strong arms, kisses her on the sugar lips, exchanges golden rings, and like a storm sweeps through the fields. There, there, he is crushing every one on his way! And the Tsarevna? Well, she did not object. She even adorned his forehead with a diamond star.

The people roared: "Take hold of him!" But the fellow had already disappeared and no traces were left behind.

The Tsar Pea lost his royal dignity. The Tsaritza Carrot screamed louder than ever and the wise counselors only shook their wise heads and remained silent.

The brothers came home talking and discussing the wonderful matter.

"Indeed," they shook their heads; "only think of it! The fellow succeeded and our Tsarevna has a bridegroom. But who is he? Where is he?"

"Brothers, the fellow is I," said Ivanoushka the Simpleton, smiling.

"Keep still, I and I--," and the brothers almost slapped him.

The matter proved to be quite serious this time, and the Tsar and Tsaritza issued an order to surround the town with armed men whose duty it was to let every one enter, but not a soul go out. Every one had to appear at the royal palace and show his forehead. From early in the morning the crowds were gathering around the palace. Each forehead was inspected, but there was no star on any. Dinner time was approaching and in the palace they even forgot to cover the oak tables with white spreads. The brothers of Ivanoushka had also to show their foreheads and the Simpleton said to them: "Take me along with you."

"Thy place is right here," they answered, jokingly. "But say, what is the matter with thy head that thou hast covered it with cloths? Did somebody strike thee?"

"No, nobody struck me. I, myself, struck the door with my forehead. The door remained all right, but on my forehead there is a knob."

The brothers laughed and went. Soon after them Ivanoushka left home and went straight to the window of the Tsarevna, where she sat leaning on the window sill and looking for her betrothed.

"There is our man," shouted the guards, when the Simpleton appeared among them. "Show thy forehead. Hast thou the star?" and they laughed.

Ivanoushka the Simpleton gave no heed to their bidding, but refused. The guards were shouting at him and the Tsarevna heard the noise and ordered the fellow to her presence. There was nothing to be done but to take off the cloths.

Behold! the star was shining in the middle of his forehead. The Tsarevna took Ivanoushka by the hand, brought him before Tsar Pea, and said:

"He it is, my Tsar and father, who is destined to become my groom, thy son-in-law and heir."

It was too late to object. The Tsar ordered preparations for the bridal festivities, and our Ivanoushka the Simpleton was wedded to the Tsarevna Baktriana. The Tsar, the Tsaritza, the young bride and groom, and their guests, feasted three days. There was fine eating and generous drinking. There were all kinds of amusements also. The brothers of Ivanoushka were created governors and each one received a village and a house.

The story is told in no time, but to live a life requires time and patience. The brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton were clever men, we know, and as soon as they became rich every one understood it at once, and they themselves became quite sure about it and began to pride themselves, to boast, and to brag. The humble ones did not dare look toward their homes, and even the boyars had to take off their fur caps on their porches.

Once several boyars came to Tsar Pea and said: "Great Tsar, the brothers of thy son-in-law are bragging around that they know the place where grows an apple tree with silver leaves and golden apples, and they want to bring this apple tree to thee."

The Tsar immediately called the brothers before him and bade them bring at once the wonderful tree, the apple tree with silver leaves and golden apples. The brothers had ever so many excuses, but the Tsar would have his way. They were given fine horses out of the royal stables and went on their errand. Our friend, Ivanoushka the Simpleton, found somewhere a lame old horse, jumped on his back facing the tail, and also went. He went to the wide field, grasped the lame horse by the tail, threw him off roughly, and shouted:

"You crows and magpies, come, come! There is lunch prepared for you."

This done he ordered his horse, his spirited courser, to appear, and as usual he crawled into one ear, jumped out the other ear and they went--where? Toward the east where grew the wonderful apple tree with silver leaves and golden apples. It grew near silver waters upon golden sand. When Ivanoushka reached the place he uprooted the tree and turned toward home. His ride was long and he felt tired. Before he arrived at his town Ivanoushka pitched his tent and lay down for a rest. Along the same road came his brothers. The two were proud no more, but rather depressed, not knowing what answer to give the Tsar. They perceived the tent with silver top and near by the wonderful apple tree. They came nearer and--"There is our Simpleton!" exclaimed the brothers. Then they awakened Ivanoushka and wanted to buy the apple tree. They were rich and offered three carts filled with silver.

"Well, brothers, this tree, this wonderful apple tree, is not for sale," answered Ivanoushka, "but if you wish to obtain it you may. The price will not be too high, a toe from each right foot."

The brothers thought the matter over and finally decided to give the desired price. Ivanoushka cut the toes off, gave them the apple tree, and the happy brothers brought it to the Tsar and there was no end to their bragging.

"Here, all-powerful Tsar," they said. "We went far, and had many a trouble on our way, but thy wish is fulfilled."

The Tsar Pea seemed pleased, ordered a feast, commanded tunes to be played and drums beaten, rewarded the two brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton, each one with a town, and praised them.

The boyars and warriors became furious.

"Why," they said to the Tsar, "there is nothing wonderful in such an apple tree with golden apples and silver leaves. The brothers of thy son-in-law are bragging around that they will get thee a pig with golden bristles and silver tusks, and not alone the pig, but also her twelve little ones!"

The Tsar called the brothers before him and ordered them to bring the very pig with her golden bristles and silver tusks and her twelve little ones. The brothers' excuses were not listened to and so they went. Once more the brothers were traveling on a difficult errand, looking for a golden-bristled pig with silver tusks and twelve little pigs.

At that time Ivanoushka the Simpleton made up his mind to take a trip somewhere. He put a saddle on a cow, jumped up on her back facing the tail, and left the town. He came 'to a field, grasped the cow by the horns, threw her far on the prairie and shouted:

"Come, come, you gray wolves and red foxes! there is a dinner for you!"

Then he ordered his faithful horse, crawled into one ear, and jumped out of the other. Master and courser went on an errand, this time toward the south. One, two, three, and they were in dark woods. In these woods the wished-for pig was walking around, a golden-bristled pig with silver tusks. She was eating roots, and after her followed twelve little pigs.

Ivanoushka the Simpleton threw over the pig a silk rope with a running noose, gathered the little pigs into a basket and went home, but before he reached the town of the Tsar Pea he pitched a tent with a golden top and lay down for a rest. On the same road the brothers came along with gloomy faces, not knowing what to say to the Tsar. They saw the tent, and near by the very pig they were searching for, with golden bristles and silver tusks, was fastened with a silk rope; and in a basket were the twelve little pigs. The brothers looked into the tent. Ivanoushka again! They awakened him and wanted to trade for the pig; they were ready to give in exchange three carts loaded with precious stones.

"Brothers, "my pig is not for trade," said Ivanoushka, ''but if you want her so much, well, one finger from each right hand will pay for her."

The brothers thought over the case for a long while; they reasoned thus: "People live happily without brains, why not without fingers?''

So they allowed Ivanoushka to cut off their fingers, then took the pig to the Tsar, and their bragging had no end.

"Tsar Sovereign," they said, "we went everywhere, beyond the blue sea, beyond the dark woods; we passed through deep sands, we suffered hunger and thirst; but thy wish is accomplished."

The Tsar was glad to have such faithful servants. He gave a feast great among feasts, rewarded the brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton, created them big boyars and praised them.

The other boyars and different court people said to the Tsar:

"There is nothing wonderful in such a pig. Golden bristles, silver tusks,--yes, it is fine. But a pig remains a pig forever. The brothers of thy son-in-law are bragging now that they will steal for thee out of the stables of the fiery dragon a mare with golden mane and diamond hoofs."

The Tsar at once called the brothers of Ivanoushka the Simpleton, and ordered the golden-maned mare with the diamond hoofs. The brothers swore that they never said such words, but the Tsar did not listen to their protests.

"Take as much gold as you want, take warriors as many as you wish, but bring me the beautiful mare with golden mane and diamond hoofs. If you do it my reward will be great; if not, your fate is to become peasants as before."

The brothers went, two sad heroes. Their march was slow; where to go they did not know. Ivanoushka also jumped upon a stick and went leaping toward the field. Once in the wide, open field, he ordered his horse, crawled into one ear, came out of the other, and both started for a far-away country, for an island, a big island. On that island in an iron stable the fiery dragon was watchfully guarding his glory--the golden-maned mare with diamond hoofs, which was locked under seven locks behind seven heavy doors.

Our Ivanoushka journeyed and journeyed, how long we do not know, until at last he arrived at that island, struggled three days with the dragon and killed him on the fourth day. Then he began to tear down the locks. That took three days more. When he had done this he brought out the wonderful mare by the golden mane and turned homeward.

The road was long, and before he reached his town Ivanoushka, according to his habit, pitched his tent with a diamond top, and laid him down for rest. The brothers came along--gloomy they were, fearing the Tsar's anger. Lo! they heard neighing; the earth trembled--it was the golden-maned mare! Though in the dusk of evening the brothers saw her golden mane shining like fire. They stopped, awakened Ivanoushka the Simpleton, and wanted to trade for the wonderful mare. They were willing to give him a bushel of precious stones each and promised even more.

Ivanoushka said: "Though my mare is not for trade, yet if you want her I'll give her to you. And you, do you each give me your right ears."

The brothers did not even argue, but let Ivanoushka cut off their ears, took hold of the bridle and went directly to the Tsar. They presented to him the golden-maned mare with diamond hoofs, and there was no end of bragging.

"We went beyond seas, beyond mountains," the brothers said to the Tsar; "we fought the fiery dragon who bit off our ears and fingers; we had no fear, but one desire to serve thee faithfully; we shed our blood and lost our wealth."

The Tsar Pea poured gold over them, created them the very highest men after himself, and planned such a feast that the royal cooks were tired out with cooking to feed all the people, and the cellars were fairly emptied.

The Tsar Pea was sitting on his throne, one brother on his right hand, the other brother on his left hand. The feast was going on; all seemed jolly, all were drinking, all were noisy as bees in a beehive. In the midst of it a young, brave fellow, Ivanoushka the Simpleton, entered the hall--the very fellow who had passed the thirty-two circles and reached the window of the beautiful Tsarevna Baktriana.

When the brothers noticed him, one almost choked himself with wine, the other was suffocating over a piece of swan. They looked at him, opened wide their eyes, and remained silent.

Ivanoushka the Simpleton bowed to his father-in-law and told the story as the story was. He told about the apple tree, the wonderful apple tree with silver leaves and golden apples; he told about the pig, the golden-bristled pig with silver tusks and her twelve little ones; and finally he told about the marvelous mare with a golden mane and diamond hoofs. He finished and laid out ears, fingers, and toes.

"It is the exchange I got," said Ivanoushka.

Tsar Pea became furious, stamped his feet, ordered the two brothers to be driven away with brooms. One was sent to feed the pigs, another to watch the turkeys. The Tsar seated Ivanoushka beside himself, creating him the highest among the very high.

The feast lasted a very long time until all were tired of feasting.

Ivanoushka took control of the tsarstvo, ruling wisely and severely. After his father-in-law's death he occupied his place. His subjects liked him; he had many children, and his beautiful Tsaritza Baktriana remained beautiful forever.

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