A good fairy tale is always deeply esoteric, no matter how simple it may seem. This is precisely the reason that a seemingly completely uncomplicated story survives more than one generation of listeners. The hidden meaning of a good fairy tale, replete with archetypes, "falls" directly into the subconscious of listeners, saturating it with wisdom, proven over the centuries, laying the foundations for competent propaedeutics of life situations.
The story about Chicken Ryaba, familiar to everyone from childhood - good to that confirmation.
Once upon a time there was a grandfather and a woman, and they had a Ryaba Hen.
Everything is simple - a grandfather, a woman, they keep a chicken. The usual thing. The listener immediately understands that we are not talking about some kind of alien civilizations, but about the most ordinary people.
Somehow a hen laid an egg. Yes, not simple, but golden.
It would seem that the narrator is in his mind? How can a hen lay eggs of any kind but simple ones? And this is where the esoteric begins. One short phrase convinces us that there are miracles, and they happen, including with the most ordinary people.
Grandfather beat-beat the testicle - did not break, the woman beat-beat - did not break.
People got lucky, so lucky - a chicken brought a golden egg, but if you sell it, say, to a bank or a jeweler, you can live comfortably for the rest of your life! And they, eccentrics, wanted to make scrambled eggs out of it ... Another simple phrase, but it contains two whole deep life lessons.
First, every thing has its purpose. Nails are not hammered in with a microscope, and they do not hangover with collection wine. More precisely, both can be done, but it will be idiotic stupidity and a waste of money and Divine energy invested in the creation of these things. And in life? Quite often, such idiotic stupidity takes place, if not literally, then figuratively.
Secondly, the gift of fate must be able to appreciate. And not to complain that "here, damn it, what a slinky egg I got." Few people know how to appreciate the gifts of fate - and this is also a fact.
The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell and broke.
The mouse is a magical, Yin and magical animal, strongly associated with the elements of the Earth. The mouse is small and weak, but smart, nimble and sneaky, and due to this it successfully survives in a world of much stronger animals. Even a giant elephant can be afraid of a tiny mouse. Yin energies (the mouse ran, waved its tail) can easily win where the yang energies and direct pressure are powerless (beat-beat-not smashed).
Crying grandfather, crying woman ...
Why cry? Themselves beat-beaten, did not break? And, they wanted to break it into a frying pan, and not on the floor? It's clear. And the golden shells, I suppose, were thrown into the slop bucket? Oh well. Oh, people ... eccentrics, right, eccentrics.
Then Hen Ryaba says - “Don’t cry, grandfather and woman!”
Whatever idiotic things we do, God is always ready to hear and comfort us and send his Angels to help us.
"I'll lay you a new testicle. Only not gold, but simple.
Enough, indulged - and will be. Not according to Senka, you see, a hat, it’s too early for you to give out golden eggs. Do not appreciate the Gift of the Divine, do not understand how to use it correctly, you are proficient ... You missed the chance to radically change your life, the train left. But, nevertheless, they won’t let you die of hunger - you will continue to crack your scrambled eggs. And, what is most interesting, most likely, you will be completely satisfied with life. Or maybe you'll get smarter... someday.
The tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it, a lesson for good fellows.
A lesson not so much for good fellows, but for those who give themselves the trouble to think about the habitually repeated words of fairy tales ...
The grandfather cries, the woman cries, and the hen cackles:
- Don't cry, grandfather, don't cry, woman: I'll lay you an egg, not a golden one - a simple one!
Tale Hen Ryaba (Option 2)
There lived a grandfather and a woman, they had a hen Ryaba; she laid a testicle under the floor - colorful, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat - did not break, the woman beat - did not break, and the mouse ran and crushed it with its tail. The grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, the chicken is cackling, the gates are creaking, chips are flying from the yard, the top is staggering in the hut!
The priest's daughters went for water, they asked the grandfather, they asked the woman:
What are you crying about?
How can we not cry! - answer the grandfather and the woman. - We have a chicken Ryaba; she laid a testicle under the floor - colorful, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat - did not break, the woman beat - did not break, and the mouse ran and crushed it with its tail.
When the priest's daughters heard this, out of great grief they threw the buckets to the ground, broke the yokes, and returned home empty-handed.
— Ah, mother! they say to the popadye. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there is a lot of work in the world: a grandfather and a woman live for themselves, they have a hen Ryaba; she laid a testicle under the floor - colorful, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat - did not break, the woman beat - did not break, and the mouse ran and crushed it with its tail. That is why the grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, the hen is cackling, the gates are creaking, chips are flying from the yard, the top is staggering in the hut. And we, going for water, abandoned the buckets, broke the rockers!
At that time, the priest was crying, and the hen was cackling, and immediately, out of great grief, knocked over the sourdough and scattered all the dough on the floor.
The pope came with a book.
— Ah, father! the priest tells him. “You don’t know anything, you don’t know anything, but there is a lot of work in the world: a grandfather and a woman live for themselves, they have a hen Ryaba; she laid a testicle under the floor - colorful, bright, boney, tricky! The grandfather beat - did not break, the woman beat - did not break, and the mouse ran and crushed it with its tail. That is why the grandfather is crying, the woman is crying, the hen is cackling, the gates are creaking, chips are flying from the yard, the top is staggering in the hut! Our daughters, going for water, abandoned the buckets, broke the rocker arms, and I kneaded the dough and, out of great grief, scattered everything on the floor!
xxx: listen, was there an earthenware teapot in the kitchen?
yyy: oh
yyy: broke?
xxx: broke. =(
yyy: you know, starting to talk about it with the word "was" is like calling from the hospital and asking: "can I talk to the widow of Ivanov Ivan Ivanovich? .."
Glitch "OZA
It seemed that I woke up
On check it turned out that it didn’t work out fucking,
That I'm still lying around.
The eyebrow is swollen and the head hurts
Feeling like I got dynamite up my ass and I'm not surprised
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
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I can't find a place
Stopudovo fucked or just not myself
I'm just no...
Something pulled me to say
Wouldn't you go to the letters for a few again
I'm flying away from HOOK
blurt out la la, in the face fist lacquer lacquer
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
Oh oh oh oh, you broke my right eyebrow
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Told by a friend.
He reads to his daughter (3-4 years old) a fairy tale about the chicken Ryaba.
Everyone probably remembers the plot: grandfather beat an egg, beat - he didn’t break it; woman
beat-beat...
well, etc. So, when it comes to the mouse, which
"ran, wagged her tail," and broke that testicle, and when there
grandfather
and the woman is crying, sobbing, then her daughter interrupts him in surprise:
- Dad, why are they crying? They wanted to break an egg! Mouse them
helped, they should be happy!
My friend scratched his head for a long time, and wondered how it was so simple and
a logical question did not come to anyone's mind? Well, what to answer the child?
- Apparently, from the consciousness of his own impotence, - he could only
he mutter...
Wife greets husband returning from shopping:
- How did you carry it?! You broke all the eggs!
- Not broken, but sawn! You yourself wrote in the list: "sawn
eggs"!
- Yes, not SAWN, but QUAIL!!!
Parsley.
There lived a grandfather and a woman, and they had a hen Ryaba. She laid an egg
not simple, but golden. Grandfather beat-beat the egg, did not break it. Baba beat-beat an egg,
didn't break. The mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell and broke.
The grandfather cries, the woman cries, and the hen cackles:
- Do not cry, grandfather, do not cry, woman, I will lay a new testicle for you, not a golden one, but
simple.
And grandfather:
- Oh, fuck, a talking chicken!
Old children's story
The hen laid an egg...
The grandfather beat - he didn’t break, the woman beat - he didn’t break.
The mouse ran - with its tail waved the testicle fell and did NOT break.
The grandfather cries, the woman cries, and the hen says to them:
"Which goat smeared an egg with Blendamed."
Recently, a new understanding of the fairy tale "Rocked Hen" has come. I'll try to open it. Perhaps our ancestors laid completely different keys to this tale, but ....
There lived a grandfather and a woman.
The image of a grandfather and a woman is not accidental. I always wondered why exactly a grandfather with a woman, and not a husband and wife or a girl with a guy, because they don’t even have children? At least nothing is said about children in the fairy tale. The answer came by chance, when a vision and understanding came of how ancient our souls are. It is they, worn out by earthly years, the very souls that from the incarnation many many times come here to earth, there are a grandfather and a woman. This time they met again, in some indefinite place, in one of the many worlds ... and now they look at each other with luminous eyes. Body age doesn't matter.
And they had a chicken ryaba.
The chicken laid an egg, but not a simple one - a golden one.
The image of the egg has always carried the meaning of the world. Then hen-ryaba, this is our ability to create worlds. It manifests itself when we meet another soul, the one that will also need the created world. Therefore, this ability is common, and therefore the tale says "they had." And in fact, why create a world in which there will be no one to live? After all, the world is desirable for us only when there is someone next to me in it, otherwise boredom will seize.
Grandfather beat, beat - did not break.
Baba beat, beat - did not break.
And then two souls met. And when two soul halves meet, and even violently loving friend what happens? Honeymoon. They look at each other and cannot get enough of each other, they forgive each other petty pranks, do not remember insults and always want to be together. They have an “ideal” world, or, according to a fairy tale, a golden egg. You won’t break the bay, and it shines with the light of love, it blinds your eyes.
And the mouse ran, waved its tail, the testicle fell and broke.
Most likely, our thinking is hidden under the image of a mouse. Firstly, there is a sound echo here, and secondly, it is thinking (the ability of consciousness to flow according to patterns of behavior) that makes us do all sorts of “quirks” with a tail. Passing the path of growing up, our consciousness becomes overflowing with all sorts of “behavioral stereotypes” (and in Russian: samples), moreover, such that we ourselves sometimes do not know when to apply them. They pop out like a jack-in-the-box. Exactly like this unexpectedly appeared mouse. During the honeymoon, we hold ourselves back very much, because we are aimed at doing something pleasant for our chosen one or chosen one. But then, when we get used to the light of love of the ideal world, these samples crawl out of us as gray evil spirits (mouse) and break our hearts.
The grandfather cries, the woman cries, and the hen cackles:
- Do not cry, grandfather, do not cry, woman: I will lay you an egg, not a golden one - a simple one!
What to do when, with some inner instinct, you understand that the one who is in front of you is exactly the one you need and without him our soul will not find perfection? We need to create a very simple world. Such that everything in it is simple and clear, and that it allows each other to express themselves and change qualitatively. This is how a family is born.
Chickens hatch only from simple eggs.
