Падение Перуна - 5. Хлеб-Батюшка
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Bread-father

Again walking around Rosa Rus' Boyan ...
He sees how the spring was picked up,
As in all the Drevlyansky forest edges
The noisy holiday of Kupala was handed over.
Temples of magnificent Rusichs do not need! -
If only there was no bad weather,
All sacred games in the rays of the moon
Under the oaks, they cut off ...
Heillins came up ... talked to the boundary
The sickles rang in the Volume,
And already wreaths of ears of rye
They began to weave girls on a pole ...

Somehow the old man was tired of the hot afternoon,
He sat down to drink water over the krinitsa.
And in the village there is a Homon, Galdezh and a scream:
The court row the young man.
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Fingering a stupid woman on the field of rye.
A child was played under a shock.
What do you take with an unreasonable diet? -
Clapping in the grass, I lined up.
Well, mother, Dureha, forgetting about shame
(Apparently, with the mind was not in the fret!),
Tore off the buns of thick spikelets,
I planned to wipe the dirt with bread! ..
People saw: the sky faded instantly,
With a relentless thunderstorm, it was frowning!
Inda was scared to say about them,
If the woman has not formed!
For a reason, the people rustled around:
Violating the way is not a trifle,
Who does not protect good customs,
It can become a stone soulless.
If the red sun we are friends,
So, we need to honor us bread-priest
You can't even turn the crust to throw
On the nurse, Mother Land!

... then a conversation went like a river, leak
Murmures endlessly, wriggles:
A little one man is exhausted
To say a different word starts ...
Khleborobsky labor is the root of all fate.
So the long -standing share judged them.
That's why there are more and more about bread, about bread -
All their conversations, all legends ...

- Three brothers lived in the same yard ...
From the father, the old man of the old,
Everyone inherited in a large lara
A solid near the grain of white.
The elder said: "We need to protect bread!"
The average bargain was opened to that wheat.
The younger rivers: “Lyubov the grain to the ground,
And the Earth will erect a storice ... "

Three brothers walked around the field, they suddenly look:
On the stern lie down from the sky,
Gold, sparkle, exactly treasure,
The plow, clamp and the ax with the bowl.
The elder reached out, AN could not take:
It painfully sprayed gold,
The middle one also burned his palms, too,
The younger brother got everything.
The brothers laughed: “I, they say, the elder!”,
"Well, and I, they say, is a grain-martyr!"
They will not understand, to see what kind of meaning is big
In that rich gift!
Then a mighty voice came from the sky:
“Let anyone honestly honor
Only the first word is that of you
Who walks across the field behind the plow!
The first thing is to sow, the second is to squeeze,
And then you can brew a feast,
Trading ships to equip,
Talk about other matters!
Not for this, bread is given to fill the stomach,
Bread is the beginning of the beautiful.
Who lives his age with Khyskoboric labor,
That main friend to the sun is red! ”

- Get up, hear, a free life was
Daden's breadbones from the sun:
The wheat in the fields grew to heaven,
He wished - get into the sky!
What? He will notice a hungry mouth
He will say: "Eh, you are lazy cups!"
The frying pan will bring to the number,
In a moment heal pancakes!
And the men will barely begin mowing,
Look, at dawn, dawn cold,
The sun between the ears will stick his nose,
A bag of gold hangs on the nose.
Good god Dazhbog. AN cunning in appearance.
He tries to lure the man.
You see, wipe yourself to wipe yourself,
And he himself grins with might and main.
If the reaper, the sun’s nose is fifty wraps up,
In the top five, the chervonets will drop,
And since to throw off the shirt for that, it will realize
The whole shirt will be filled with money! ..
Here to live, have fun! Yes, what?
We, Slavs, are mighty men,
We easily carry a heavy burden,
We poorly demolish well -being.
From the generous goods we are stirring the soul of a whim.
It is not without reason that the proverb says:
Whatever straw into the fire will give
The more greeder the fire becomes.
Kumovia swear at feasts.
In the fields, men are interspersed.
Highly removing princes
"Red Sun" is called.
They and the sun, the sun, drive your light,
Let them not get dark!
They will not understand