in the plot of the whole cycle …
Friends, read in detail about Zaryanichka and her adventures on the pages of books from the Zaryanichka cycle.
First book of Cycle
(mythological planetary fantastic)
The adventures of little Zaryanichka!
Prologue
When it was, which way,
Perhaps in – your, perhaps quite,
We will not remove from this secret cover,
After all, each of us is ready to be fearless …
But it's a little late, and now
About the daughter of Dawn begins the tale …
CHAPTER 1
Song of the Morning Dawn
Preface to the first chapter.
This first chapter tells about the life-affirming song of the Morning Dawn – mother Zaryanichka. Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.
The text of the song tells about the beauty of the early morning, that the predawn mist left droplets of moisture on the grass and flowers, called dew, grass and flowers showered with these droplets of moisture are very beautiful at sunrise, but the dew will evaporate from the grasses and flowers from the warm sunny rays, and is sung in the song «Wake up the Earth from fogs and grew». In the song it is sung about the beauty of white birches and their thin branches, comparing them with silk threads, with silk braids, about which it is sung and in the song «Braid, tidy the silk birch braids». The words of the song are turned to the Earth, so that it meets the sunrise, as it is sung in the song:
«Wake up, Earth, grow from mists and grow, Braid, tidy up the silk of birch braids».
Also, in the song it is sung that the sun rises for everything that is on Earth:
«For children and flowers, For animals and chicks, For a blade of grass, any …».
And the song says that all that is around us is our planet Earth and the sun rises for our beautiful planet Earth.
The song is called the song of life, because it carries love for everything around us, the world in which there is a place for everyone: all of humanity, all plants, all birds, all animals and animals both on earth and in the seas and oceans, the whole plant and living world of the planet has a place on our beautiful planet Earth: «dear Earth».
Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.
With Zaryanichka herself, the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, readers will meet in the second chapter.
Beginning of the first chapter.
Nature has slept and quietly and quietly flowed into the tune of the Night lullaby for Zaryanichka …
Quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed into the tune of Night…
And quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed in the melody of the Night …
Lullaby of the Morning Dawn «Zaryanichka»
Sleep in the morning
small animals in a hole,
fish – in a river backwater,
birds – in the forest …
Funny lightnings are sleeping
Mother Thunderstorm, they dream sweetly,
sleeping mists in the meadows
The sun is in the white clouds …
Waking up to sleep
he hovers over the Earth,
fulfills all desires,
All returns are lost.
Sleep, animals, fish, birds,
sleep, frisky lightning …
Do not frighten off cilia sleep
my dear Zaryanichki.
O-o-o-o-o …,
Zaryanichka, fall asleep …
Kolybel'naya pesnya Utrenney zari «Zaryanichka»
Spyat v predutrenney pore
zveri malyye v nore,
rybki – v zavodi rechnoy,
ptashki – v zarosli lesnoy…
Spyat vesolyye zarnitsy,
Mat'-groza im sladko snitsya,
spyat tumany na lugakh,
Solntse – v belykh oblakakh …
Vsem prosnut'sya Son meshayet,
nad Zemloyu on vitayet,
vse zhelan'ya ispolnyayet,
vse propazhi vozvrashchayet…
Spite, zveri, ryby, ptitsy,
spite, rezvyye zarnitsy…
Ne spugnite sna resnichki
moyey miloy Zaryanichki,
bayu, bayu, bayu, bay,
Zaryanichka, zasypay …
Nighttime was running out, but Night splashed moonlight on paths, glades, sifted through the tree crowns with delicate patterns on grass and flowers, charmed with the nightingale trill, plunged everything into the world of tempting magical dreams under the enchanting melody of night mirages …
Song of the Night
I keep all secrets, and there is no doubt about it,
And I give my world to everyone, the world of sweet dreams …
In the early morning world is joyful and bright.
And this wonderful hour, the magical Dream noted
With his gift of dreams that he brought to as a gift
Under the night canopy woven from the stars
Hope strengthened and gave love
Is it because Night calls everyone again …
Pesnya Nochi
Vse tayny ya khranyu, i v etom
