Tale of the plant of your land: plantain
Long ago, there lived a forester with a little daughter. They lived together, never got bored. But one spring, trouble came to their house. At that time, the forester had a lot of work. From morning until late evening he disappeared in the forest. Spring warmth is deceptive. The sun will warm - it's hot, and if you undress - then it's cold and you'll get it.
The forester caught a cold and fell ill in earnest. In the heat, he rushes about, coughs. The little daughter lost her feet, caring for her father, but the disease does not let go, and there is no one to ask for advice. It takes three days to walk to the nearest village, but you won’t get through the spring abyss even in a week. The girl sat down on the porch and became sad. And a raven was sitting on the wattle fence. He looked at her and asked:
- Why are you crying?
The girl told him about her grief, the raven thought and said:
- good man need to help. There is a cure for your father. In the very thicket of the dense forest lives an old woman of centuries. She has a well with water - not simple, healing. It's just not easy to get to. Cunning old woman, skillfully confuses the paths.
It is scary to go into the thicket, but there is nothing to do. The forester's daughter went for healing water. She reached a fork: one path was straight, clean, and the other was overgrown with weeds and thorns. Thought, thought the girl and chose the path, which is worse. If the age-old woman hides her house, then it is unlikely that a straight path will lead to it. How long, how short, the little traveler walked, tore her hands on thorns, knocked her legs on snags, but still she reached the hut. She knocked on the door, the witch looked out: a morel face, a hooked nose. The girl bowed to her.
Hello grandma. I came to you with a request. They say you have a well with healing water. Can you give me some for my father?
“What a smart girl, she found a hut, didn’t get lost in the forest, hurt her arms and legs, and doesn’t complain,” the witch was surprised and says:
- You can give some water, but first serve the service. Clean up the hut, spin the wool and cook dinner.
The girl is small in stature, but she is accustomed to work. Everything is in her hands. In an instant, she cleaned the house, set the dough, and while the dough was coming up, she strained the wool. The age-old woman looked at how deftly the guest managed the household, and decided to leave her at home. Meanwhile, the girl has finished her work and asks:
- Will you give me healing water now?
The witch would be glad to refuse, but she cannot: if a person has completed three tasks, his request must be fulfilled, otherwise the witchcraft will go away and the water will turn from magic to simple.
- So be it, take it, - replies the century. - Only, chur, an agreement. If you come to me another time for water, then, do not blame me, you will stay with me.
And she herself holds out a jug to the girl. It looks good, strong, but it has an inconspicuous crack in the bottom.
The girl was delighted, thanked the old woman, filled the jug and ran home. He runs as fast as he can and does not see that water is dripping from the jug drop by drop. She caught herself when the jug was half empty.
"It can be seen that she spilled it on the road," the girl was upset. Slowed down. Carefully carry the burden, and the water is decreasing. Until I got to the edge, where their hut stands, - and the bottom became visible. Only then did the girl notice that the jug was thin. The poor thing cried with burning tears, sank to the ground without strength and saw: where the last drop fell, grass grew with round, shiny, dark green leaves. I looked around, and this grass rose along the entire path.
"Maybe the power of living water passed to them?" - thought the girl. She tore off a piece of paper, put it on her wounded hand, and the pain went away.
The girl was delighted that she did not need to return to the witch. She began to give her father a decoction of medicinal leaves to drink. The forester got better. They still lived on. And since then, this herb has been treating coughs and healing wounds. It always grows along paths and paths. So her name is - plantain.
The fish Zosya got ready to spend the winter: she found a comfortable place and lay down on the bottom.
After the turbulent events of the past year, she finally closed her eyes and dozed off.
Pictures of her travels, common holidays, seminar meetings and various other fish parties flashed through her memory.
Here are the pictures from the conference: a whale is speaking, outlining the theory of the blue ocean.
Here comes Shark, President of the newly formed Fish Association, and talks about how to learn to be a shark in a chosen area of the ocean. After an elegant hint that only she can teach incredible shark success, the pikes looked at each other excitedly and lined up in unison at the booth that was marked "Enroll in the Most Successful Shark Training Course."
Murena gave a stunning presentation that true success lies only outside the comfort zone. All the small fish believed and hurried to capture on their mobile cameras all the demonstrated schemes of comfortable and uncomfortable zones, as well as the exact exit routes drawn with arrows.
And then, very opportunely, a swordfish made a report on how to get out of uncomfortable states if you suddenly got into them. As a radical remedy, she proposed to eliminate fish depressions by jumping from a high waterfall into a foaming abyss. Guaranteed complete mental liberation and indescribable sensations.
Hammerfish shared a whole list of methods for cleansing themselves of toxins and techniques for bringing themselves into a state of royal fish perfection. Everyone was especially struck by the methods of tapping internal deposits shown on daredevils and the method of their effective coughing up after massage with a hammer.
The octopus talked about the fact that it’s enough to hide, that you need to boldly declare yourself so that the whole ocean can know about your wonderful abilities. The sprats were very inspired and immediately signed up for courses on creating their own websites and promoting in social networks. And the sardines immediately signed up for a course on creating their own online schools, answering the brazenly grinning cod: “What? Do you think it's weak? Let's just pull it!"
Sterlet fish spoke about the importance of professional photo shoots and showed her photos as an example. On one she was in a luxurious royal setting, in a long ball gown and a pretty hat, with a coquettish smile. On the other - with a royal staff in his hand, sitting in a gilded shell-carriage drawn by sea horses. The participants nodded, confirming that they were using this element of the demonstration of success, that they already had similar photos with a luxurious atmosphere.
Then a dolphin spoke without a word: he showed a film about interaction with the soul of the planet, about sacred dolphin round dances, about friendship, about rescuing sailors and animals that fell from the deck, about unprecedented abilities, about the possibilities of tail dancing and about something else, most people don’t very understandable...
Oh, how long will these memories roam in me? What to do with this information overload? - Fish Zosya exhaled and redirected her attention inward, to the region of the heart.
She didn't want to draw any conclusions. I didn't want to make plans for the future.
I was swimming, learning other people's success algorithms, trying out marketing novelties, playing enough in participating in legendary projects.
She listened to herself and realized that she wanted to take a break from this hectic running around for success. Just fall asleep and then wake up like a blank slate. And start living not the way it was usually accepted, and not the way it is now fashionable in the ocean, but the way she herself wants.
Maybe it will occur to her to switch to eating seaweed. Maybe you want to learn belly dancing or start experimenting with the sideline - your sixth sense. Or maybe you want to master the movement of somersaults over your head or walking along the bottom on your tail. Or maybe open your own mobile school of blowing bubbles and teach it to sea anemones and hermit crabs? Jokes, of course.
Zosia did not notice how she fell asleep. And she dreamed of a sea creature of extraordinary beauty, covered with silvery scales that radiate light. Each time he moved, the water was colored with iridescent radiance. The creature gracefully danced with its fins, creating swirls in the water that flowed and formed into incredible patterns and patterns. It was some new type of fish art. Zosia watched with admiration in a dream this creature, who seemed to be teaching her a magical dance that creates voluminous water paintings.
“I am you, only in the highest reality,” the creature's thoughts sounded. - You can be me. But first, become like a clean slate. And then create yourself the way you want to be.
- I am a blank slate, - Zosya whispered in a dream, - I am a blank slate.
The silvery creature danced its sacred dance with its fins, and curls of water swirls began to line up around Zosia, growing into incredible three-dimensional sculptures. From the unexpectedness of new sensations Zosya woke up.
- Wow! What was it? And why did I repeat there: “I am a clean slate”?
After a second: “Oh, I got it! Blank sheet- this means that you first need to free your mind, wash away everything that you knew before. Turn the page and start writing a new chapter. To start listening only to myself after a winter sleep and create such curls of waves that will begin to show my new architecture. What will be my new reality - I do not know yet. But she will be mine. And it will be something that I absolutely love!”
With these thoughts, Zosia again fell into a dream. Into the long winter sleep. Sleep-reboot.
13.01.2019
- What did E. Schwartz mean by lost time? How do you understand the title of the story? Write it down.
Do not waste time even in action, so as not to turn into old people long before old age, cherish every minute. Only in a fairy tale you can return the lost time - turn the arrows back, do not hope for a chance and for later, but study, work now.
- Discuss with a friend the meaning of proverbs and sayings.
Every vegetable has its time . Everything has its time. It is used when someone unnecessarily rushes things or is late in solving any cases.
Money is gone - you will make money, time is gone - you will not return . Money can be earned, material things can be acquired, and the time that has passed is irretrievable.
The hour is not dear to those that are long, but to those that are short . Time is valuable not because it lasts a long time, but because it passes quickly.
Order saves time . When everything is in its place, there is no need to waste time searching for the right one.
Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today . It is said as advice to overcome laziness, unwillingness to do something, and do the work now (because it is not known whether you can do it later).
- Think of a text that would end with a proverb or saying you like.
Kolya scattered things and simply never put anything back in its place. On the eve of March 8, he could not find the postcard he made for his beloved mother. He looked for her all morning and was late for school. Returning home from class, Kolya continued his search and did not have time to homework. He spent the whole evening making a new postcard and did not go to the skating rink with the guys. Going to bed, he opened his favorite book and ... Miracle! The postcard was in the book. “Yes,” he thought, “Order saves time.”
- What text did you write: narrative, reasoning, description? Justify your answer.
This is a narrative text. This is a text that tells about events, actions that occur one after another. You can ask him questions what's happened? what happened?
- What did The Tale of Lost Time teach you? What conclusions did you draw? Write a review of the work, use words and expressions:
value time, help others, do not waste, good deeds.
The Tale of Lost Time is about a 3rd grade student. Petya Zubov left everything for later and did not have time to do anything. One day he came to school and found out that he had turned into a gray-haired old man. The evil wizards stole his time. Overhearing their conversation, Petya learned how to get back the lost time. Reading a fairy tale, you understand that wasting precious time just like that is like losing your own life!
An old man lived with an old woman, and they only had an estate that was one boar. The hog went into the forest to eat acorns, and a wolf comes towards him.
- In the forest, there are acorns.
- Take me with you.
- I would take, - he says, - you with me, but there is a hole deep, wide, you will not jump over.
- Nothing, - he says, - I'll jump over.
Here we go; walked, walked through the forest and came to this pit.
- Well, - says the wolf, - jump.
Borov jumped - jumped. The wolf jumped and straight into the pit. Well, then the boar ate acorns and went home.
The next day the boar goes into the forest again. A bear is facing him.
- Borov, boar, where are you going?
- In the forest, there are acorns.
- Take, - says the bear, - me with you.
- I would take it, but there the pit is deep, wide, you can't jump over it.
I suppose, - he says, I will jump over
Come to this hole. Borov jumped - jumped over; the bear jumped and landed right in the hole. Borov ate acorns and went home.
On the third day, the boar again went into the forest to eat acorns and towards him a slanting hare.
- Hello hog!
- Hello oblique hare!
- Where are you going?
- There are acorns in the forest.
- Take me with you.
No, oblique, there is a hole wide, deep, you will not jump over.
- I won’t jump over, how not to jump over!
Went and came to the pit. Borov jumped jumped over. The hare jumped into the pit Well, the boar ate acorns and went home.
On the fourth day the hog goes to the forest to eat acorns. A fox met him: he also asks to take her hog with him.
No, - says the boar, - there is a deep pit, wide, you can't jump over it!
And-and, says the fox, - I'll jump over!
Well, and she fell into a hole
So there were four of them in the pit, and they began to grieve how they could get food.
Fox and says:
- Let's pull the voice; whoever does not pull him in, we will eat.
So they began to draw a voice, but one hare lagged behind and the fox pulled everyone over. They took a hare, tore it apart and ate it. They got hungry and again began to persuade the voice to pull, who would fall behind to eat.
If, - says the fox, - I lag behind, then there is me, anyway!
Started pulling; only the wolf lagged behind, could not raise his voice. The fox and the bear took it, tore it up and ate it.
Only the fox fooled the bear: she gave him some meat, I hid the rest from him and eats it slowly. Here the bear begins to starve again and says;
- Kuma, kuma, where do you get your food?
- What are you, godfather! You just put your paw in your ribs, hook on the rib - and you will know how it is.
The bear did just that, caught his paw on the rib, and died. The fox was left alone and after that the fox began to starve.
Above this pit stood a tree, on this tree a thrush forked a nest. The fox sat in the pit and kept looking at the thrush and said to him:
- Drozd what are you doing?
- Nest view
- What are you doing for?
- I'll take the kids out
- Drozd, feed me, if you don't feed me, I'll eat your children.
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn for how to feed the fox. He flew to the village and brought her a chicken. The fox removed the chicken and says again:
- Drozd, did you feed me?
- fed
- Well, get me drunk.
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn, how to drink a fox. He flew to the village and brought her water. The fox got drunk and said:
- Drozd, did you feed me?
- fed
- Did you get me drunk?
- got drunk
- Pull me out of the hole
A thrush to grieve, a thrush to yearn, like taking out a fox. So he began to throw sticks into the pit and swept them so that the fox climbed free along these sticks and lay down near the very tree and stretched out.
“Well,” he says, “did you feed me a thrush?”
- fed
- Did you get me drunk?
- got drunk
Did you pull me out of the hole?
- pulled out
- Well, make me laugh now
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn, how to make a fox laugh.
“I,” he says, “I will fly, and you, fox, follow me.”
That's good - the blackbird flew into the village and sat on the gate to a rich peasant, and the fox lay down under the gate. The thrush started screaming.
- Grandma bring me a piece of fat! Grandma bring me a piece of lard!
Dogs jumped out and tore the fox apart ...
