Part 1: "Slavic mythology".
Part 2: "The first battle between good and evil".
Part 3: "Partition of the world".
Part 4: "Month, Horse and Kitovras".
Part 5: "The death of Goryn Chernozmeevich".
Part 6: "As the ruler of winter, she became the Queen of Koschee's kingdom."
Part 7: "Perun's victory over the beast Skipper".
Part 8: "The expulsion of Veles from Iria".
Promotional video:
In the world of the dead, Veles, in addition to friends, had many ill-wishers. And those who got along with him sometimes did dashing things. Even the beloved wife, Yaga Vievna, patronized the dark forces. She even made a whole nation for herself, which she scattered among people all over the earth. That people are called people, and Yaga is worshiped as God.
Yaga was friends with Mara-Morena, the patroness of death and cold, and she persuaded her human children to first bring them to her hut so that they could feast on their souls before death. And the maars, the disembodied maidens, the servants of Morena, who once helped her to put Koshchei Chernobogovich to sleep, wandered around people incessantly, giving them no rest in winter or summer. They said that they are usually invisible and carry their heads under their arms, send diseases, and at night they stand under the windows of human houses, whispering the names of household members: if someone responds to the voice of the mara, he will die immediately.
It happened that the mars settled in the houses behind the stoves, they spun black yarn there on moonlit nights, but it was not for good, but for bad changes in the fate of the inhabitants of such a hut.
At night, from the Veles kingdom, sometimes they came to the people of Navi, the souls of suicides and those who died suddenly, not having time to understand that they had died. They repaired leprosy in the huts of people. Either the pot is thrown out of the stove, then the doors and shutters are slammed, or they can set the house on fire. To protect yourself from navy, you need to have a special amulet, or wear a belt with special protective embroidery.
Some newly born babies could have an invisible “Navi sign” placed on their bodies, and then the child would no longer have life on earth. And on a special “navi day”, these monsters invisible came from the underworld to visit their descendants for a memorial meal, and in order to appease those who came from the other world, a rich table was laid for them in the house.
The Navies also had helpers, bony little old men, deaf, blind and dumb, but very harmful. They were usually called that - sinister. Most of all they loved to jump on people's backs and hang invisible without getting off. Dashing and Grief-Misfortune they brought with them and, it happened, for a long time possessed a person, made him evil and brought him to death. But if they came across a sharp-witted person, then by cunning he could get rid of the evil ones: for example, he could lure with a tasty bait inside a pot, and then cover the pot with a lid. And the evil ones couldn't get out of there!
But for this, Svarog created the wheel of life, that it revolved, and times changed. That the Maars and Navi could not harm people forever. So that hard times are always replaced by good ones. So that people know the value of good times, and remember the dashing. After all, one cannot know good without dashing!
So, together with the wheel of Svarog, winter is replaced by spring. And spring, this is the time of Yarila's reign, to whom the power is transferred, tired Khors. Khors is good, and Yarilo is Ardent. Horse is a diligent boy, and Yarilo is a wild dandy. Handsome young man, reckless and brave. Avid of adventure. Amorous and tireless.
Once Veles called Yarilu, and said: - “Today Mara-Morena has been very mischievous, she refused to transfer power to your brother Khors. Already the snows should melt, and in the yard there is still a blizzard. Help the Raw Earth Mother from the ice captivity to become defensive, awaken her soon. Only your frantic searing strength will help the meadows bloom."
Young Yarilo was delighted, burst out laughing at the top of his voice, and shook his red curls. He jumped on a white horse and rushed to Earth. I, he says, will now give them such heat that even the inhabitants of the underworld will bake! All the creatures of the earth will begin to love each other!
Maara, at the sight of the rushing Yarila, immediately got away from his flaming gaze, and the red sun shone like it had never shone in winter, trees, flowers and herbs woke up, the ice on the rivers broke, and violent streams rushed across the Earth with floods, sweeping everything into your way.
The Earth woke up, shook itself, prepared to give birth to a new crop. Roots awakened under the Earth from Yarilin's strength, drove out the life juices, and dormant buds burst on the branches, buds opened, winter crops sprouted, dead grains.
Yarilo dismounted, and well, jump and somersault all over the Earth. Where it touches the Earth with its bare foot, there will be an ardent trace, a flower garden, a berry garden, or a mycelium. It will crawl along the Earth with invisible roots in all directions, and then together mushrooms will appear in that place, which he loves very much. White, boletus, boletus, mushrooms, honey agarics, chanterelles, mushrooms, etc.
So Yarila gallops farther and farther on his white horse, and at the sight of his hearts, people are filled with some kind of unprecedented courage, it seems to them that they can now move mountains like asilki. Their bodies and souls are filled with youthful freshness, ardent feelings and the desire to commit the most insane acts. Until the elder brother Dazhdbog replaces Yarila at his post, he rages and amuses himself in order to keep up everywhere, and to feed the Earth with ardent power, and to plow the Blue Svarga on heavenly cows, so that there will be plenty of everything on earth and in the sky.
In honor of Yarila, people began to give names to their children in order to be strong, ardent: Yaropolk, Yaromir, Yaroslav.
And Lelya, the patroness of a girl's quivering love, once seeing Yarila riding a horse, fell in love with him without memory. Lelia fell in love with Yarila so much that she wanted to become his wife.
“We’ll grow flowers together in the spring,” she said to Yarila. - You will give them your strength, and I will save them from misfortunes and troubles.
But Yarila answered her with a laugh:
- You are beautiful, Lelya the girl, it is not for nothing that people praise you every spring and on Krasnaya Gorka in honor of you they celebrate the holiday of all lovers, a holiday of happiness and beauty. I will love you with pleasure, just keep in mind that my lot is to wander around the world and love indiscriminately, tirelessly. A faithful husband, Lelya, I will never be! I won't sit by your skirt, and you only want that! If you want, Lelya, to test passionate love, come to the hayloft in the evening.
Lelya was very upset, but did not cry. Instead, she let go of the bird-love from her heart, so that she would remain with Yarila. But Yarilo brushed her aside. Then the bird-love turned into an offended cuckoo, and flew into the forest to cuck, grieve to hum, count the lonely years. Tears of resentment shed from the cuckoo's eyes, fell on the damp ground, and a grass-murava, "cuckoo tears", grew.
Kukushka's tears.
Since then, the cuckoo has lived without a husband, without children, throwing its eggs into other people's nests, so that those who have got another share to raise her cubs offended. And the girl, always offended by the guy, if Lelia has the will, she can turn around like a free cuckoo, flee from her father’s house through the open window, settle in the green forest forever …
Since then, in the Slavic villages, the parish of Yarila was wildly celebrated. They sang songs, drank surya, beer and sbiten. They sang songs and danced in circles. They jumped over the fire, measured themselves at distance. Maidens of marriageable age in the best dress were dressed, and the fellows competed in fist fights. So young people could show themselves in all their glory, in order to find themselves a mate, and to play a wedding at the oats. And it happened that the young people in Yarila's parish performed such eccentricities, which later they did not want to remember …
But Yarilin could not last forever. He brought with him such passions, such feelings that people could not experience for a long time. That is why Yarila was getting old quickly. The wheel of life turned, and the spring fury was replaced by calm summer confidence, when the wise, calm and reasonable Dazhdbog came to replace Yarila.
The ears were slowly filled with juice, and people tired of eccentricities hurried to bury the dying Yarila. Closer to the middle of summer, young men and women gathered outside the villages, on Yarilin pleshki, and all day they drank, ate, danced and had fun, seeing off Yarila. They dressed some young man or girl with Yarila, dressed in white, tied ribbons and bells, painted their face with whitewash and blush. Towards evening, they lit numerous Yarilin lights and buried him, exhausted: they made a straw effigy, and then drowned him in the river or in the field, the effigy was carried out.
And young girls secretly buried a cuckoo love offended in the forest on birch branches. They made a stuffed bird of grass "cuckoo tears" and put it in a birch bark box with songs and conspiracies. Sleep, cuckoo, wait for Yarila. And he left the people of Yaril. He went to the Blue Svarga, where he could meet his father the Sun - Ra. There he, gaining strength, to jump out to the people barefoot again in the spring, in only pants and on a white horse. In the meantime, he had nothing to do, he helped his father Ra with the housework. After all, in Svarga, too, there is always enough trouble.
Ever since the heavenly father Svarog and Chernobog, the Black Serpent, struck the stone Alatyr, many spirits and deities, evil and good, were born from many small sparks, and they settled throughout the earth: in forests and fields, in water, in fire and in the air. Water and some air spirits obeyed the wise goddess Makosha, the deities of fire Svarog and Svarozhich-Semargl, the lords of the wind and air to the bearded Stry-Stribog, and the house, courtyard, field and forest spirits were under the control of Veles da Yarila.
Author: kadykchanskiy