“Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin. Dense forest. A fairy tale for children, composed in one day using the following given words - balcony, forest, ball, hut, horse, meadow, raspberry bush, oak, ... "
Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin.
Dense forest.
A fairy tale for children, composed in one day using the following given words - balcony, forest, ball, hut, horse, meadow, raspberry bush, oak, Ossian, source, coffin, music. Eight o'clock strikes. Time for tea, my friends. The kind hostess is waiting for us on the balcony.
The evening is gloomy. Menacing clouds rush across the blue sky. There, in the west, a black cloud forms. The wind howls among the ruins of our ancient church. Everything is sad, everything is sad!
You are looking at me, dear little ones!.. I understand. You want me, under the sound of the wind, under the shadow of gray clouds, to tell you some old story, pitiful and terrible, and turn the past into the present for you. Isn't it true? - Okay, listen.
Look at the ancient, dense, gloomy forest that rises before our eyes: how terrible its appearance is, what black shadows lie on its curly top! You hear the dull noise of trees shaken by the wind - and feel the coldness of horror in your hearts. Know, in the old days, ten centuries before our century, this forest was ten times more extensive, darker, more terrible. No one laid any paths or paths in it; wild animals lived in its gloomy deserts, and the languid wanderer, on the hottest noon, did not dare to seek coolness in its thick canopy.
The rumor that spread through the surrounding villages frightened the timid villagers even more. They said that in this dense forest - you need to know that it had no other name,” - for a long time, one evil wizard or sorcerer, godfather and friend of the hellish Beelzebub, lived and reigned. Often, in the dead of midnight, fiery balls flew out from there, rushed through the gloomy air and suddenly disappeared with a crash.
Often in the light of the moon, when the villagers looked at the forest from afar, some kind of monster would walk among the trees, along with the tall pines, and with its fiery eyes it would illuminate everything around it for a hundred fathoms. Moreover, it happened several thousand times that young horses, which, being bolder than people, sometimes entered the thicket of the forest, returned home all wounded, all covered in blood; and the villagers, by natural logic, concluded that one evil sorcerer, the godfather of Beelzebub, could bite them in such an merciless way. “You will agree, my friends, that it was, in fact, very, very scary.”
I don’t know what our village was called at the time I’m talking about, but I know that a good old man and a kind old woman, husband and wife, lived in it then under the roof of a humble hut, in peace and harmony, according to the law of Heaven, the law of a clear conscience , lived happily, like Philemon and Baucis, with the difference that the Phrygian spouses had no children, but ours had a son, an angel with beauty, a dove with humility, and - at twenty years old - an old man with intelligence. Envy found only one vice in him, namely, that he did not love women and did not think of looking for a bride, to the great chagrin of all the village beauties, who, having sensitive hearts, could not look indifferently at his white-ruddy face, black eyes, the majestic posture and straight figure of the amiable young man. His father and mother approached him in vain; in vain they told him: “Give us joy in our old age, priceless son, make us glad with your marriage. Oh! Will our dear grandchildren never play on our laps?” - “Dear parents! - he answered through tears. – Don’t torture your poor son; For God's sake don't torture him! I am ready to die for you; but I just can’t get married without my heart’s inclination. What should I do? Our beauties do not seduce me. Let us wait for the betrothed bride, dear parents, and pray to God!” - What to do? The good old people sighed and prayed to God.
Now - listen with attention!.. One night, when the kind old man, the kind old woman and their kind son were enjoying a quiet and peaceful sleep, a thundering voice was heard in the hut and said to the parents: “Send your son to dense forest; there he will find his and your well-being” - and to his son: “Go into the dense forest; there you will find yours and your parents’ well-being.” The old people woke up with trepidation; but the young man opened his eyes with a smile and said to his father and mother: “You heard the Heavenly voice, the voice of my Guardian Angel; we must obey him, we must go into the dense forest.” - “Go into the dense forest! - the kind old people exclaimed in horror. - Dear son! What are you saying? There certain death awaits you. No, it was not your Guardian Angel, but some evil, hellish spirit who wanted our destruction, who uttered such terrible words.” “The young man did not want to change his thoughts, and finally, it was necessary to wait for further incidents. - What? Another night came, and the same voice was heard in the hut: the words were the same: “Go into the dense forest!” Again the parents trembled, and the young man with the same smile said to them: “See!” - The third night came: the same voice, the same words, with the addition: “Woe to those who have no faith!” “Then the father and mother, despite their horror, despite their fearful love for their dear son, felt the need to obey Heaven. His will was clear and undoubted: what evil, hellish spirit could speak of holy faith? The young man exhorted them to have full confidence in the dark ways of the highest Wisdom; he tried to calm them down with his cheerful appearance and proved that the dense forest could be scary for others, and not for him.
Finally, the parents, weeping bitterly, agreed to part with the beloved of their souls. The tender mother sent him away with everything he needed for the journey and put it around his neck small image, with which her late grandmother blessed her and which preserved their humble home no worse than the statue of Minervinus preserved the once magnificent Troy. The kind old man put both hands on the young man’s head, looked up at the sky and said: “Be his shield!” “They parted... at dawn of the most beautiful spring day.” The parents stood motionless and looked at their dear one, who, with a staff in his hand, walked straight towards the dense forest, not knowing exactly what business he was doing. He had already disappeared from their eyes... But they still looked; they looked at the gloomy forest, which seemed to them darker and more menacing than ever.
But we, my friends, should not abandon the young Hero. Being kind and innocent in his heart, without any horror he approached the forest - he entered it - and (following the little white rabbit, who was frolicking and jumping in front of him) went out through the density of trees into a green meadow, where the flowers were fragrant, bright streams gurgled and white goats were nibbling grass around a beautiful rural house, surrounded by raspberry and currant bushes. But the young man forgot the flowers, and the streams, and the white goats, and the country house, when he suddenly saw before his eyes... “Some kind of monster? - you think.
“Some kind of dragon, snake, crocodile or evil wizard, wearing a high hat, riding a bat?”...No, my friends! Completely different, completely different. He saw a young, beautiful woman (in a light white dress with a gold belt), who looked not like Venus, but like an immaculate Angel. She approached the young man, looked at him with large, light blue eyes, which simultaneously depicted both meekness of heart and touching sorrow, bowed to him, took him by the hand with tenderness and, without saying a word, led him to the village house. Could he have gone with her? Could he be afraid of anything, seeing her charms and courtesy, the seal of Heavenly favor, the mirror of spiritual beauties? Already his heart was tenderly drawn to her heart; her grief was already touching his soul; He was about to ask about the reason for the tears shining on her eyelashes... But then another phenomenon appeared before his eyes.
Under the shadow of an ancient oak tree, which darkened the house with its thick branches, sat a white-haired, venerable old man in a long woven robe, which the Scottish mountain winds had once blown on the sacred Druids and Bards, contemporaries of the Ossians. He looked at the young man with languid eyes... but sparks of heavenly fire still shone in them, blazing in the hearts of great men... he looked up and, stretching out his arms to him, said in a quiet but intelligible voice: “Heaven sends you, oh virtuous young man ! to this lonely desert, so that you may be a witness of my death and the owner of a treasure that is worthy of the first of the kings of the earth, but which not all kings of the earth are worthy of. Come closer to my heart, so that I will embrace you together with this dear daughter, the beloved of my soul, whom good Providence has appointed for you as your wife. She will love you, you will love her, and peaceful happiness will crown your days. Know, my son, for I have already been given the sacred right to call you this
name - know that I was one of these mortals to whom the Divine is pleased to reveal His eternal wisdom and the secrets of wonderful Nature, so that they worship His greatness in the delight of their souls. Here, removed from the bustle of the world, removed from evil and corrupt people, in the silent silence of solitude, I delved in spirit into the heavenly laws that govern the universe. But earthly joys also gladdened my soul. I enjoyed this tender, heartfelt union, without which there is no true well-being for mortals; enjoyed the love of a sweet, virtuous wife, whom you see in the blooming image of her daughter. But she has long since moved to the heavenly abodes: I hasten there to unite with her in a new union. My hour has come - I feel the cold hand of death - its sharp scythe sparkles before my eyes. All who live under the sun must sooner or later turn to dust. I foresaw my end and only lamented the fate of my dear daughter: innocence remained an orphan in the world. I prayed - poured out my soul before eternal Grace - and the Merciful One heard the prayer of a pure heart: He promised to send a virtuous husband to my beloved - the voice of Heaven announced to me the time at which you were supposed to appear in our desert. This peaceful solitude shall be your abode forever; here you will have everything you need for a moderate and peaceful life. Bring your parents here: let them lie in the ground next to my wife, together with me, on the shore of a holy spring, in the shadow of this ancient oak tree, where I so often delved into sacred thoughts!.. Providence does not want to include you among the sages earthly; but It includes you among the good - that’s enough - don’t complain about your fate. You will never feel these inexplicable sorrows and internal torments, which, according to the law of the Almighty, are part of much knowledge... The future is opening before my eyes... I see times of horror and fear, I see centuries of death and oath, amid enlightenment and the greatest successes of the human mind. These times are still far away; but they will come. Pale malice, armed with a deadly dagger, will rage on globe and smite the weak; the rivers will flow with blood, and the lamentations of the unfortunate will drown out the storm. The good and righteous will sprinkle ashes on their heads, cover their faces and shed bitter tears... But even then there will still be quiet refuges for peace-loving virtue. Thus, a sensitive family, a society of tender friends, moving away from the noisy world, will one day settle near this dense forest, whose night will be illuminated with rays of light over time; here, despite the worldwide rebellion, it will enjoy love and holy friendship... My eyes darken; the words freeze on my lips... Forgive me. God will not leave you, dear children. Embrace me... my cooling heart still feels the warmth of yours... Forgive me... I’m dying.” - And the holy man died, just as the quiet light of the evening dawn dies under the mantle of night.
I will not tell you about the tears of the tender daughter, which, together with the tears of the kind young man, poured onto the cold body of the old man; but there was no soul in this body, and the earth demanded it into its bowels. The mortal remains of the immortal husband, in accordance with his will, were buried on the shore of a bright spring, in the shade of an ancient oak tree, near the coffin of his wife. Tradition says that at that very moment heavenly music was heard in the forest and that its harmonic sounds quietly disappeared into the highest spaces of the air.
Touching and solemn words of a dying father; his tender gaze, turned now to his dear daughter, now to the kind young man; the name of the dear children, which he called them together, lovingly pressing them to each other in his cooling embrace; finally, his last gaze, which, so to speak, was shared between them, and the sad, sacred rite of burial, merging their feelings into one - everything nourished, everything multiplied the mutual passion of two young hearts, one created for the other. The shady evening was already ready descend to earth when the Hero, leading his beloved by the hand, appeared to the eyes of kind old people; Having parted with him, they did not want to enter the hut, they stood at the gate and constantly waited for his return. “Dear parents! Here is mine, here is your well-being! This is it!”... He told them everything.
You can easily imagine their surprise, their joy. They cried, hugged, talked and did not hear their words.
But - marvel at the strange attachment of people to hereditary blood, even to the lowest and poorest! - they did not want to exchange their huts for a beautiful house in the dense forest. One miracle could force them to do this: suddenly the wind came out of nowhere, tore the hut down and carried it out of sight, so that not the slightest trace of it remained on the ground. There was nothing to do; The old men sighed, shed two drops of tears and went where Heavenly will called them and where they could better enjoy the rest of their days. As for the young lovers, their bliss was perfect; it died only with their lives; and it still shone in the world like the evening dawn - it shone in the well-being of their numerous offspring.
Herein lies the story of the deep forest.
“And the evil wizard; and the fiery balls that flew out of the forest; and a terrible monster that walked along with the pine trees; and his fiery eyes, which illuminated everything around for a hundred fathoms; and the young horses that returned home were all wounded, all covered in blood?” – You demand an explanation, my friends! Know that the rumor about an evil wizard is one of the absurd fables that good people have long been hunting for; that the fiery balls were composed of ordinary aerial fires; that the terrible monster existed only in the imagination of timid villagers, and its bright eyes were nothing more than small worms that glitter on the grass and trees on summer nights; that the young horses were bitten in the forest not by Beelzebub’s godfather, but by a strong gadfly.
Note: The fairy tale “Dense Forest” is published according to the publication: Gerlovan, O. K. N. M. Karamzin. Dense forest // Russian literature. – 1993. – No. 5. – P. 12-17.
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O you ugly sons of humanity, ugly creations of a playful nature! you, who can in no way serve as an example to the artist when he wants to represent the elegance of the human form! you who complain about nature and say that she has not given you ways to please and has blocked for you the source of the sweetest pleasure in life - the source of love! do not despair, my friends, and believe that you can still be kind and loved, that the helpful Zephyrs today or tomorrow can bring to you some lovely Dog, who will enthusiastically rush into your arms and say that there is nothing sweeter than you light. Listen to the next story.
In some kingdom, in some state there lived Tsar kind person, the father of one daughter, a beautiful princess, dear to the heart of the parent, dear to every sensitive heart, rare, incomparable. When The king is a good man, dressed in rich scarlet, crowned with a sapphire-ruby crown, sat on a high throne among the crowd and, holding right hand the golden scepter, judged his subjects with righteousness; when, sighing from the depths of his heart, he pronounced the sentence of due punishment, then the beautiful princess, she looked straight into the eyes of her parent, raised her white hand, extended it to the judge, and the gloomy face of justice was suddenly illuminated by the sun of mercy, the guilty one, saved by her, swore in his soul to be from that time on a good subject of the good king. Was the poor man approaching To the princess? she helped him; Did the sad person shed tears? she consoled him. All orphans in the spatial area King of a good man they called her mother, and even those whom nature itself oppressed, the unfortunate, deprived of health, were relieved by her healing hand, for Princess knew the science of healing completely, secret powers herbs and minerals, celestial plants and underground springs. Such was the soul Princess. All the poets of that time described her bodily beauty as best work skillful nature, and the poets then were not such flatterers as they are now; They did not call black white, dwarf a giant, or ugliness an example of harmony. I managed to find one of these descriptions in an ancient book depository; Here is the correct translation:
“The full moon, rising in the sky between countless stars, is not as pleasant as our dear Princess, walking through green meadows with her friends; The rays of the bright month do not shine as beautifully, silvering the wavy edges of the gray clouds of the night, as the golden hair shines on her shoulders; she walks like a proud swan, like the beloved daughter of heaven; ethereal azure, on which the star of love, the evening star, shines, is the image of her incomparable eyes, thin eyebrows, like rainbows, bend over them, her cheeks are like white lilies, when the morning dawn paints them with its scarlet color; when do tender lips open beautiful princess, two rows of the purest pearls seduce the eye; two hills, covered with eternal fog... But who will describe all its beauty?
The winged goddess, called Glory, was as talkative in those days as she is now. Flying all over the sunflower, she told wonders about beautiful princess and couldn’t stop talking about her. From far away, princes came to see her beauty and pitched high tents in front of the stone palace. King of a good man and came to him with a bow. He knew the reason for their visit and rejoiced heartily, wishing for a worthy husband for his dear daughter. They saw beautiful princess and were inflamed with love. Each of them said To the Tsar, a good man: “Tsar, a good man! I came from beyond the nine lands, the thirtieth kingdom; my father owns a countless people, a beautiful land; Our towers are high, silver and gold shine in them, multi-colored velvets are cast. Tsar! give your daughter for me!” - “Seek her love!” - he answered, and all the princes remained in his palace, drinking and eating at the oak table, behind the tablecloth. scolding along with Tsar and with Princess. Each of them looked with touching eyes at the beautiful one, and with their gazes said very clearly: “Princess! love me! You need to know that in the old days lovers were timid and bashful, like red girls, and did not dare to express themselves verbally with the mistresses of their hearts. Nowadays they are much bolder, but eloquence of glances has now lost almost all its strength. Admirers beautiful princess They used another way to express their passion, a way that also went out of fashion with us. Namely, every night they walked under the window Princess towers, played banduras and sang plaintive songs in a quiet voice, composed by the poets of their lands; Each verse concluded with deep sighs that could touch and soften even a stony heart to tears. When five, six, ten, twenty lovers met there at one time, then they cast lots to whom to sing first, and each in turn began to sing of heartache; others, with their hands clasped, walked back and forth and looked at the window Tsarevnino, which, however, was not opened for any of them. Then they all returned to their tents and in deep sleep forgot their love grief.
Days, weeks and months passed in this way. Beautiful Princess she looked at this and that, at the third and the fourth, but in her eyes nothing was visible except cold indifference to her suitors, princes and princes. Finally they all started To the good man king and demanded unanimously that beautiful daughter she announced solemnly which of them appealed to her heart. “We have lived long enough in your stone palace,” they said, “we have eaten your bread and salt and emptied more than one barrel of sweet honey; It’s time for us to return to our countries, to our fathers, mothers and sisters. The king is a good man! we want to know which of us will be your son-in-law.” Tsar answered them with these words: “Dear guests! even if you lived in my palace for several years, then, of course, the owner would not get bored, but I don’t want to keep you against your will and I will go now to To the princess. I can’t force her to do anything; but whoever she chooses will receive my entire kingdom as a dowry and will be my son and heir:.” Tsar went to the mansion to see his daughter. She was sitting at the hoop and sewing in gold, but when she saw her parent, she stood up and kissed his hand. He sat down next to her and said to her in tender words: “My dear, sensible daughter, beautiful princess! you know that I have no children except you, the light of my eyes; our family must reign in future centuries: it’s time for you to think about the groom. The princes have lived with us for a long time and are seduced by your beauty; choose a spouse from among them, my daughter, and comfort your father!” Princess sat in silence for a long time, looking down at the ground Blue eyes their; Finally she raised them and directed them at her parent, then two shining tears rolled down from her scarlet cheeks, like two raindrops blown from a rose by a breath of marshmallow. “My dear parent! – she said in a gentle voice. “I’ll have time to grieve when I’m married.” Oh! and birds love freedom, but a married woman does not have it. Now I live and rejoice; I have neither worries nor sadness; I only think about pleasing my parent. I can’t discredit the princes with anything, but let me, let me stay in my maiden’s mansion!” The king is a good man teared up. “I am a gentle father, not your tyrant,” he answered To the princess, - prudent parents can manage the inclinations of their children, but they can neither excite nor change them; This is how a skilled helmsman steers the ship, but cannot say to the silence: turn into the wind! or east wind: be Western!” The king is a good man embraced his daughter, went out to the princes and told them with a sad look and with all possible courtesy that beautiful princess He doesn’t want to leave his maiden mansion for any of them. All the princes became dejected, became thoughtful and hung their heads, for each of them hoped to be a husband beautiful princess. One was wiping himself with a white handkerchief, another was looking at the ground, the third was covering his eyes with his hand, the fourth was pinching his dress, the fifth was standing leaning against the stove, looking at his nose, like an Indian Brahmin reflecting on the nature of the human soul, the sixth... But what about this? he did the sixth, seventh and others for a minute, the chronicles are silent about that. Finally, they all sighed, so much that they almost shook. stone walls, - and in a languid voice they thanked the owner for the treat. In an instant, the white tents in front of the palace disappeared, the princes mounted their horses and, with sadness, rushed off at full speed, each on their own path; the dust rose in a column and fell back into place.
Municipal budgetary institution culture “Centralized library system Department - specialized library No. 1 “World of Arts” Lesson No. 3. Topic: " Children's reading for the heart and mind." Reading fairy tales by N.M. Karamzin together (fairy tale “Dense Forest”). Loud readings. Prepared by leading librarian I.M. Babinskaya. Lesson No. 3. Topic: "Children's reading for the heart and mind." Reading fairy tales by N.M. Karamzin together (fairy tale “Dense Forest”). NIKOLAI MIKHAILOVICH KARAMZIN is a famous Russian writer, poet, historiographer, rightfully leading the glorious galaxy of natives of the Simbirsk region. He wrote or translated about 30 works for young readers, thereby playing a significant role in the history of children's literature. The cult of friendship and tender feelings, attention to the environment and nature, increased interest in experiences and inner world man, his earthly joys - all this is characteristic of Karamzin as the founder of the sentimental movement and makes his works interesting and close to children and youth. In the works of N.M. Karamzin there is no book that would be inaccessible or undesirable for children and youth to read. Tales of N.M. Karamzin " Beautiful princess and Happy Karla", "Dense Forest" and "Ilya Muromets" are little known among children and adults, were not published in a separate edition and were not illustrated. They are of undoubted interest for reading, studying and popularizing. We invite you to take a trip to magical world fairy tales of Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin and learn about the fate of the heroes of these fairy tales. Fairy tale "Dense Forest". The most interesting is the prose fairy tale “Dense Forest”. The subtitle to it stated: “A fairy tale for children, composed in one day.” Everyone was afraid of the Deep Forest and did not go there, since it was believed that an evil wizard, sorcerer, godfather and friend of Beelzebub (the head of the demons) reigned in it. In a village, not far from the forest, lived an old man and an old woman with a twenty-year-old son, who was like “an angel of beauty and a dove of humility.” One night there was a knock on their door and a loud voice said: “Send your son to the Deep Forest. The parents were horrified, and the son “proved that the Deep Forest could be scary for others, but not for him.” The parents were forced to agree, and the son went into the Deep Forest “following the little white rabbit, who was frolicking and jumping in front of him.” In the forest near a wonderful house, the young man met a beauty who was destined by fate to be his wife. It is clear that after the wedding the heroes lived happily ever after. And if the reader wants to know where the evil wizard and the monster are, the author replies that this is a rumor that “belonged to the fables,” “a terrible monster existed in the imagination of good villagers.” Through fairy tale images and events, the author convinces children not to be afraid of the forest, to love nature, to enjoy its beauty and gifts. The fairy tale “Dense Forest” is purely literary. There are no traces of folk art in it. As in his other works, Karamzin adheres to the poetics of sentimentalism. Full of secrets and riddles, the fairy tale begins like this: “The clock strikes eight. Time for tea, my friends. The kind hostess is waiting for us on the balcony. You are looking at me, dear little ones!.. I understand. You want me, under the sound of the wind, under the shadow of gray clouds, to tell you some old story, pitiful and terrible. Okay, listen. Look at the ancient, dense, gloomy forest that rises before our eyes: how terrible its appearance is, what black shadows lie on its curly top! Know, in the old days, ten centuries before our century, this forest was ten times more extensive, darker, more terrible. The rumor that spread through the surrounding villages frightened the timid villagers even more. They said that an evil wizard or sorcerer had long lived and reigned in this dense forest. Often, in the light of the moon, when the villagers looked at the forest from afar, some kind of monster, along with the tall pines, would walk among the trees, and with its fiery eyes it would illuminate everything around it. In this fairy tale, the forest is the personification of life (unfamiliar, and therefore scary and dangerous for many young people). Main character At first, like all the inhabitants, he is afraid of the dense forest, but, having overcome his fear and entering it, he meets there... But, however, after reading, you will find out everything for yourself. Reading a fairy tale is accompanied by an electronic presentation. List of used literature: 1. Gerlovan, O. K. N. M. Karamzin. Dense forest // Russian literature. – 1993. – No. 5. – P. 12-17.
Ilya Muromets11Work “Ilya Muromets” named heroic tale. It paints a poetic picture of nature, creates the image of Ilya Muromets, unlike epic hero, but only partially reminiscent of it. The main character is shown not in battles with the enemies of his homeland, but in communication with a charming beauty in knightly armor. We don't know how this tale ends because it was never finished.
This is how this heroic tale is told:
1“Who is on the stately horse,
holding a black shield in one hand,
and in the other there is a damask spear,
rides through the meadow like a formidable king?
On his head is a feathered helmet
with a golden, light plaque;
on his hip is a heavy sword;
armor, illuminated by the sun,
sparks fly and burn like fire.
Who is this knight, this young hero?
He is like red May:
scarlet roses with lilies
blossom on his face.
He is like tender myrtle:
thin, straight and dignified.
His gaze is faster than an eagle's
and brighter than the clear month.
Who is this knight? – Ilya Muromets.”
Tales of N.M. Karamzin
you can find in future editions
Gerlovan, O. K. N. M. Karamzin. Dense forest // Russian literature. – 1993. –
No. 5. – pp. 12-17.
Karamzin, N. M. Ilya Muromets / N. M. Karamzin // Selected Works in two volumes. – Moscow-Leningrad: Fiction, 1964. – T. 4. – P. 45-57.
Karamzin, N. M. The beautiful princess and happy Karla / N. M. Karamzin // Town in a snuffbox. – Moscow: True,
1989. – pp. 78-89.
We also invite you to meet
with other works by N.M. Karamzin
Karamzin, N. M. Poor Lisa: stories / N. M. Karamzin. – Moscow: AST: Astrel: Transitbook, 2006. – 158 p. : ill. – In contents also: Natalya, boyar's daughter; Martha the Posadnitsa, or the Conquest of Novgorod.
Karamzin, N. M. History of the Russian State: selected works. chapters / N. M. Karamzin. – Moscow: Eksmo, 2005. – 671 p. – (Russian classics).
Karamzin, N. M. Martha the Posadnitsa, or the Conquest of Novgorod. – Leningrad: Artist. lit., 1989. – 430 p.
Karamzin, N. M. Natalya, boyar's daughter: stories / N. M. Karamzin. - Moscow: Soviet Russia, 1988. – 94 p. : ill. – Also: Poor Lisa; Martha the Posadnitsa.
Karamzin, N. M. Letters of a Russian traveler / N. M. Karamzin; entry Art. and note. V. A. Grikhina. – Moscow: Soviet Russia, 1983. – 511 p. – (Library of Russian artistic journalism).
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famous Russian writer, poet, historiographer, rightfully leading the glorious galaxy of natives of the Simbirsk region. He wrote or translated about 30 works for young readers, thereby playing a significant role in the history of children's literature.
The cult of friendship and tender feelings, attention to the environment and nature, increased interest in the experiences and inner world of man, his earthly joys - all this is characteristic of Karamzin as the founder of the sentimental movement and makes his works interesting and close to children and youth.
In the works of N.M. Karamzin there is no book that would be inaccessible or undesirable for children and youth to read.
We invite you to take a journey into the magical world of Nikolai Mikhailovich Karamzin’s fairy tales and learn about the fates of the heroes of these fairy tales.
11The beautiful princess and happy Karla
In a fairy tale “The Beautiful Princess and Happy Karla” The main theme is love and free choice. The beautiful princess fell in love with the “ugly courtier” Karla, and for the sake of this love she is ready to sacrifice everything. Miraculous transformations take place in the fairy tale: the ugly becomes beautiful thanks to victory good forces over the evil ones. Goodness generates beauty, and beauty generates goodness.This is what the tale says:
“In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a good man Tsar, the father of a beautiful, rare, incomparable princess.
From far away, princes came to see her beauty:“The full moon rising in the sky between countless stars is not as pleasant as our dear Princess; The rays of the bright month do not shine as beautifully as the golden hair shines on her shoulders; she walks like a proud swan; ethereal azure, on which the star of love, the evening star, shines, is the image of her incomparable eyes, thin eyebrows, like rainbows, bend over them, her cheeks are like white lilies...”
All the princes unanimously demanded that the princess declare which of them was dear to her heart. The king says to his daughter:
“My dear, reasonable daughter, beautiful Princess! It's time for you to think about your groom. Choose a spouse from among them, my daughter, and comfort your father!”
“My dear parent! I can’t discredit the princes with anything, but let me stay in my maiden’s mansion!”
In an instant, the white tents in front of the palace disappeared, the princes mounted their horses and, with sadness, rushed off at full speed, each on his own way...”
dense forest
The most interesting is the prose fairy tale "Dense Forest"
in which fairy-tale images and events convince children not to be afraid of the forest, to love nature, to enjoy its beauty and its gifts. In the subtitle the author indicates that this “a fairy tale for children, written on one day.”
11Full of secrets and riddles, the fairy tale begins like this:
“Eight o'clock strikes. Time for tea, my friends. The kind hostess is waiting for us on the balcony.
You are looking at me, dear little ones!.. I understand. You want me, under the sound of the wind, under the shadow of gray clouds, to tell you some old story, pitiful and terrible. Okay, listen. Look at the ancient, dense, gloomy forest that rises before our eyes: how terrible its appearance is, what black shadows lie on its curly top! Know, in the old days, ten centuries before our century, this forest was ten times more extensive, darker, more terrible.
11The rumor that spread through the surrounding villages frightened the timid villagers even more. They said that an evil wizard or sorcerer had long lived and reigned in this dense forest. Often in the light of the moon, when the villagers looked at the forest from afar, some kind of monster walked among the trees, along with the tall pines, and with its fiery eyes it illuminated everything around it for a hundred fathoms...
The pure, high glory of Karamzin belongs to Russia...
(A.S. Pushkin)
2016 - Decree of the President of the Russian Federation of August 23, 2010 No. 1052 “On the celebration of the 250th anniversary of the birth of N.M. Karamzin”, declared the Year of Karamzin in Russia.
The great writer, historiographer, translator, reformer of the Russian language N.M. Karamzin celebrated his 250th birthday on December 12. On this date, a literary salon was held at the MBUK "ZCB" for students of MKOU "Secondary School No. 1", 6"A" class. A Journey Through Karamzin's Fairy Tales.
N.M. Karamzin made a great contribution to the development of Russian children's literature. Vissarion Grigorievich Belinsky believed: “In Russia, Karamzin was the first to write for children, just as he was the first to write many beautiful things...”
He was a wonderful children's writer who wrote and translated about 30 works for young readers. N. M. Karamzin also wrote fairy tales for children. They teach a person to live, instill in him optimism, faith in the triumph of goodness and justice. Real human relationships are hidden behind fantasy and fiction. This is where the huge educational value fairy tales The students were offered a presentation about the biography of N.M. Karamzin with elements of conversation. Readers became acquainted with the name of the great classic and, spinning the wheel of history, turned back time to where the future “historiographer of the Russian state” was still a very small boy. The guys learned about what Nikolai Karamzin was interested in, what books he liked to read, where and how he received his education. The students were told that Karamzin was one of the first to use the letter “Y” and introduced many new words into the Russian language: “impression”, “ influence", "industry", "moral", "harmony", "catastrophe", falling in love."
The schoolchildren also recalled and named places in the Simbirsk-Ulyanovsk region associated with the immortal name of the writer and historian. The conversation aroused a lively, genuine interest among the guys and a number of questions about the writer’s life.
Next, the librarians offered to take a trip to the magical world of fairy tales by N. M. Karamzin, learn about the fate of the heroes and the history of the creation of fairy tales. The writer wrote three fairy tales for children: “The Beautiful Princess and the Happy Karla”, “Dense Forest” and the heroic tale “Ilya Muromets”
IN prose fairy tale“Dense Forest” - fairy-tale images and events convince children not to be afraid of the forest, to love nature, to enjoy its beauty and its gifts. In the subtitle, the author indicates that this is “a fairy tale for children, composed on one day.”
Then there was an introduction to the discussion old fairy tale“The Beautiful Princess and the Happy Karla,” during which outdated words were explained, attention was drawn to the language of the work, the originality of the descriptions and construction of the fairy tale.
The boys were also told about glorious hero from ancient city Murom - Ilya Muromets.
Those who have not read Karamzin’s fairy tales “Dense Forest”, “The Beautiful Princess and the Happy Karla”, “Ilya Muromets” learned a lot of new and interesting things for themselves, that these fairy tales were not published in separate editions and were not illustrated.
The students not only answered questions, but also asked them themselves and expressed their opinions. The guys gave answers that were not only correct, but also complete, which was a pleasant surprise for the librarians.
After the presentation, a review was conducted on book exhibition“Through the pages of the works of N.M. Karamzin." The exhibition introduced readers to the literature available in the book fund, which can provide assistance in both educational process, and simply for the purpose of self-education.
A book and illustrative exhibition with a multimedia presentation helped to present the life and work of the Russian historian and writer. It would seem that two and a half centuries is a huge period of time, so the writer’s works could fade into the background and lose their relevance. But that's not true.
N.M. Karamzin cannot be considered only as a historian; it is necessary to study his rich literary heritage- his poems, magazine articles, fairy tales, stories. Karamzin wrote: “Communication with books prepares you for communication with people. Both are equally necessary.”
At the end of the event, the children received booklets dedicated to the 250th anniversary of the birth of the great writer, historiographer, translator, reformer of the Russian language N.M. Karamzin.
