Весенушка

You think, why in the spring so it is good? Why the sun warm and tender? Why flowers start to blossom? Why people during this time look more cheerfully?

You will tell, probably the nature changes shape! I will not argue, on a science and leaves. The sun over the earth will rise, will pour over it the good fortune - here and the spring-is red has come. And in former years (very long time ago!) about this time here what побывальщинку affected.

The Sun has become angry about people. Live-de badly, poorly and why - to penetrate did not become: affairs and cares at it and without that much. Has tightened the sky clouds dark and it did not begin to be shown. Muzhiks in the field will leave, will remove caps, will start the Sun to call, and it will move apart clouds, will look angrily and again will hide.

Well, to whom the grief, and to a cold wind - Сиверку only that also is necessary!

Not good luck this Сиверко at the mother of Winter was born: the ugly creature the ugly creature and malicious-very evil. Though a fur coat put on, though a sheepskin coat, it all the same to you will make the way, warmly высвистит, will force to run more likely in a log hut.

Here is how only the Sun behind clouds has hidden, Сиверко and has cleared up. Every morning has started the earth to jar on a cold, on fields on young shoots white groats to sow. And that takes yes hoarfrost will strike. At the nights in chimneys hoots, howls, on roofs dances, any voices on women and on small children страм makes up. Muzhiks to frighten off Сиверка, on fields manure heaps burnt down. Yes where there! Unless its smoke you will get! Прочихается and again for the business undertakes.

Just in it the vein in our places one old woman is a high time. Its muzhik in a youth to the tsar in soldiers have stolen. It and has not returned, has disappeared somewhere.

To the old woman, clearly, it was melancholy. Here it also has fondled the orphan, побирушку the wordly. The little girl was nice, from a half-word the grandmother understood. The old woman very much has grown fond of it and the Spring named in own way, tender имечком.

You listen, this name however is fine is uttered: Spring, Весенка, Весенушка!

Whether it is a lot of, whether few years have passed - nobody considered. The old woman has grown decrepit, has stooped and has gone blind, and Весенушка has grown, as a berry-vishenka!

The best skilled worker, except it, in our places was not. Such she on towels a smooth surface and a cross embroidered - patterns with a word will not tell. To whom the towel will present, at that in a log hut as if becomes warmer. It also gave towels not to everything, but only to brides. Which girl is poorer, to that and gives, that in another's family in happiness yes to pleasure was.

So then the custom also has gone: after wedding in a forward corner of a log hut the embroidered towels to hang up.

Work Весенка for work did not consider, there would be to kind people an advantage.

Podi many girls from it not only to embroider towels, but also canvases thin to weave have learnt.

Grooms, poor and rich began to run to it.

Other good fellow will arrive - curls will shake, other I booze money will lay out, and it refused to all.

- I, - speak, - in people have grown, by wordly bread is brought up, all muzhiks to me the fathers, all women of mother, it and I will be, as I can, help.

From all grooms only one to liking to it has had. It its curls did not entice, money did not entice, and, to see, heart took. The Guy was, affect, from Moscow, somewhere there at factory робил, yes has started the people to lift against the tsar, well its policemen сграбастали and in our places have got rid. And it and here was not appeased. Has not had time Весенка to admire it as again the good fellow in a chain have chained and further away, to Siberia, in the coldest places have sent. Waited from it for a news, has not waited, and after that grooms at all on a threshold did not start up.

Here just it also has met Сиверку. It though the ugly creature the ugly creature, and souls, probably, at it any is not present, but too the maiden beauty has managed to distinguish. Has seen it, has ceased to whistle on village yes to howl, has turned back the muzhik and has run in an extreme log hut where rural matchmaker Milodora lived. Has thrown to it on a table a purse with silver coins and has sent Весенку to marry off. Милодора has got a fright, but all the same has gone. She sang-sang, the groom praised: such it fine, rich yes the careful. But Весенка and to listen to it did not become.

Has become angry Сиверко, has begun to whirl, has raised a howl more. Has flown on Весенкину a log hut, swept it on бревнышку, has seized the girl, has dragged away in distant woods and on a glade has thrown.

Fur coat on itself tears, feet stamps and shouts:

- You пошто have given up to my matchmaker?

And Весенка has pushed away him and has answered:

- Do not approach to me, the nobility you I do not want.

- I to you to a chintz of the colour will present much.

- It is not necessary!

- I in silver clothes will dress up you, as a birch, куржаком sprinkled, will be elegant.

- To me dresses to what. Not they paint the person.

Then beginnings Сиверко before it of the force and riches to boast. Has put in pawn two fingers in a mouth yes as will whistle! Have moaned, have begun to creak in wood of a birch and тальники, have started to tend to the earth. Small rivers and lakes ice has tightened. In fields snowdrifts to snow filled. On a glade the ice house has grown: over a porch as lanterns, icicles have overhung, from one room in another ice paths are laid, ice windows are painted by patterns.

- All you will be! - shouts Сиверко Весенушке.

And she and to look at these riches does not want.

Сиверко again two fingers in a mouth has put in pawn and has again whistled. Birches have cracked, the bark on them the beginnings from a frost to burst.

Birds were far away hammered into hollows of birches, and which could not hide, замертво to snowdrifts have fallen.

- Well, has decided for me просвататься? - Asks Сиверко. - you See, what force at me, anybody against it will not resist.

- No, - answers Весенушка. - You malicious, live ruin all, people ruin, not to happen to you my promised. The end will come also to your force.

Villages Vesenka on пенек, has turned away from Сиверка, a head to itself on knees has put: "the death, than bondage is better!"

And that to tell, whether long it could on a frost выдюжить? A dress on it print, feet barefooted. Was cold, has turned blue. Only and heat, that from a plait. A plait расплелась, hair on shoulders were scattered also it have covered...

In it the younger brother of the Sun is a high time Month left on the sky to take a walk. All know, it it is warm does not love. Cold weather to it just right. Therefore they also have divided a colleague: to the Sun day, and to Month night.

There was it on walk and only has risen over fields, woods and mountains, has seen Весенушку on a glade. At first has not understood, that it here does. Has gone down more low, has got accustomed: can be-de, it has lost the way or something has lost. Yes is not present, like not so! It is visible, another something has happened to it. Also it would be necessary to it to help, yes as it becomes, Month does not know. He resembled round a clearing, has shaken a head and has gone further the road.

Before morning Month home has returned.

The sun has only just woken up. Lays on a bed, a waist scratches, yawns: the reluctance to rise. Since it was covered from people with gloomy clouds, affairs and cares became less. From idleness and boredom has absolutely grown lazy.

- Hey you, the sluggard, rise! For work it is time! - the younger brother has cried to it, opening a door.

- I will be in time. To hurry up to me there is no place, - the Sun has answered.

Has told to it Month about Весенушке: as it sits in wood on a clearing as Сиверко round it skips, paws suffices to freeze. Also it is a pity, say, was the girl, yes anything help it could not.

Knew Month how to stir the big brother. The sun after all only sensitive, but is kinder than it anybody on light is not present: all will warm and will caress.

The Sun has begun to bustle. Быстренько has combed a beard, has risen. Has begun to shine around on many versts. Clouds have run up, the sky have cleared. Сиверко has ceased to break boughs, the earth to freeze, has picked up paws and in a hole has disappeared.

And Весенка it is hardly live sits. Neither a hand, nor a foot cannot set. Long hair on shoulders were silvered by hoarfrost.

Has started the Sun a glade to heat. Birches have tenderly whispered: "Wake up, Весенка, wake up!"

The girl of an eye has opened, has lifted a head: well as in wood became! Has smiled, low to the Sun has bowed:

- Thanks you!

And the Sun, know, heats and laughs:

- Well, the beauty, wipe eyes. Tell how to call you, whence you here have appeared?

The Spring before it has not concealed anything: as it in the childhood on the world went, as from rich court yard her expelled also dogs poisoned, as its imperial policemen to Siberia have stolen the friend, as Сиверко it in wood has carried away.

Has listened to the Sun, has frowned.

- With Сиверком I still will talk. See you, what варнак! Well, and on your fellow countrymen I, am visible, have knowingly become angry. Absolutely I will cease to be shown to them, let live, as want.

Whence there was to the Sun a nobility, that the people for rich men not the respondent. People then watered the earth-mother, and rich men removed last shirts from them.

Here Весенушка also has stood up:

- In vain you, the Sun, on the people become angry. Time will come, he the word will tell. And if you absolutely hide, what people without you will do? Grain on an arable land will not ascend, an ear not выколосится, flax will not ripen. Need - to people not помога. The people to pleasure are torn, and you wish to prevent it in this business. No, you rich muzhiks punish, and the people do not touch. Сиверка from our places banish yes help people more likely from eternal need a log hut to be twisted.

The Sun over these words has thought, has then embraced Beсенку, has cheerfully told:

- Well and вострая you the girl! See you at! How it to me, old, earlier such business in mind has not come? You said the truth: it is necessary to people to light yes is warm to give more, to become them in kind business by the assistant, on fields the worker. And супостатами they will cope with the.

- Here for it once again to you thanks! - has told Весенушка. - And now permit to me back to go.

The Sun has grinned:

- Anywhere you I will not start up. There will be you since then my sister and the first assistant.

- What of me the assistant? Only also I can, that a yarn to spin, towels to embroider yes canvases to weave. And I will grow old, and it I can not do.

- Do not mourn, the sister. With all you I will allocate. There will be you eternally young yes elegant, to all people desired.

The Sun has waved the right hand - snowdrifts have darkened, streamlets have begun to flow from hillocks. Has waved the left hand - the foliage has rustled on birches. The warm wind has blown. Old dress Весенушки has turned to the new: on green silk snowdrops are scattered.

Here since then together with the brother on our earth from the end the Spring also goes to the end, to people helps. Where it will pass, there and warmly. Where a foot will step, there and flowers grow, each flower to us on pleasure.

It is a lot of already time has passed, a lot of water in the seas has flowed away. Neither the tsar, nor rich men, policemen did not become, all of them the people have at once settled. Poverty быльем поросла.

To arrival of Spring the old and small rejoice. All know, that Spring on a hand generous, for the people regrets nothing, a full handful gifts strews.

Earlier, happened, on bogs even the cranberry badly grew. And now look: as the Spring will come, across all Urals Mountains gardens blossom, by white colour of a field are sprinkled, by sweet honey are given to drink.

Hi, our Spring-is red!

Hi, ours Весенушка!