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Approaching large and bright holiday Orthodox Christian Christmas. If you treat it with the cultural and ethnopsychological perspectives, is the day traditionally goes back to the pre-Christian feast of the winter solstice, celebrated by many peoples of the world roughly 21-25 Dec. The difference in calendars created known confusion, since Russia was living on the Church's Julian calendar and Europe in Gregorian.
I often remember my childhood, which was predetermined by my professional component. On the one hand, I was drawn to the unusual, the unknown, almost mystical, and on the other hand, it was important to compare one or the other rite of a rite other people.
As expected many girls, I was attracted old wives ' tales. Often I had a neighbor, a lonely older woman, a friend of my grandmother, who loved to sit with me in the house when it was necessary. Baba Masha...that was her name.
thanks to her I learned a whole set of customs and rituals of the Russian people, superstitions, superstitions and the incredible number of fabulous stories, even the most horrible and terrible.
the Soviet childhood. Winter. I wondered why Baba Masha says to the first asterisks is not and brings us a treat. As a rule, plachecki buns with poppy seeds or a delicious cake of her own making. And here we sit at the table, I look out the window and shout that here, the asterisk is! Some very strange, mystical night...that night I didn't talk about the Birth of Christ or about the Bible. Tonight on the other...
And here starts the story! The most incredible! I only ask, "Baba Masha! Just terrible! Tell me the best of the terrible!". And Baba Masha begins his narrative. I didn't invent it or not, but I remember the anticipation when I climb on the sofa and wrapped in a blanket, enthusiastically listened to her.
"it Was the case in a small village on Christmas eve. It was a beautiful Church. And that's to worship came an unknown young girl. Who was she, where? No it is never seen. But her beauty outshone even the grandeur of the temple...And now the service goes, the girl is praying with all...when suddenly, while reading prayers (here my memory strongly resists, I can't remember the name of this prayer - N.A.), the girl faints. But the priest, sensing that something was wrong, continues to read. The crowd groans, some lady runs for the Holy water, sprinkles a girl, and the girl begins to scream, to writhe, to squirm like a snake. The priest continues to read more. And then runs an elderly man, a fellow villager. Seeing what is happening, he is in the middle, pulls out from his bosom the basis of the number and that there are forces driving her into a girl. All flee in panic and terror. But the priest understood. It turned out, the daughter of a villager, who died almost twenty years ago, was a noble and very beautiful witch. And somehow come out of the grave at Christmas. But her father was the phenomenon the night of the virgin, which was asked to prepare a stake and come to the temple with him...So, while the grandfather told the priest the story, and saw the deceased devils took...".


I can't even explain why I was scared just a little bit, but so incredibly pulled by the magnet in this special, full of sacred meaning, the world of magic. But I wanted to be...that this unfortunate witch. Child imagination like was taking me to the event. Whether because of the formation of my melancholic temperament, or something else...
Shrouded in mysticism and mystery, this story takes us into a very special world of the Russian folk culture (or even correct to say, the world of Slavic culture). What is interwoven in this Christmas story? And the human world and the world of the living, revealing the power of prayer as the antidote to the hostile world of Darkness, the nether world. Many questions are born in us. And why the Witch took to get out of grave after all these years, and why the priest continued to read the prayer and helped the girl? And do not mind whether it was the father of a daughter? With age comes a completely different awareness. She faced the ancient paganism and Christianity is relatively young. Lifting the veil of secrecy, plunging into the atmosphere of Christmas tales, we experience the thrill and the fear and respect. All in one story.
Deciding to tell about this episode from my childhood, I noticed that on the one hand, this story reflects what is "wrong." What in real life will not say. It seems like the issues of death and witchcraft, and the Church. What was a mystery. On the other hand, the moral context of the Christmas story...here it is more difficult. Stereotyped thinking is that the witch must be destroyed. Here, the rigid position of the authoritative instance. However, going beyond these limits, you can come up with other stories...?
Hope Arkhangelsk
2018-01-04
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