Light from the heat of the bird. Legends of the Firebird. The Legend of the Firebird

Firebird

Robin

In fairy tales - reality and fables,
Some have forgotten, and some have understood -
How the Firebird soars
From the warmth of your palms.

To fly to help a friend
Somewhere he wanders, heart.
The chain mail was heavy for him,
And with the Firebird it will become easier.

Somewhere dear senets are waiting,
Primordial beginning.
So that his heart does not extinguish,
Yes, she knew the way home.

If something happens to him,
And where he is is unknown,
Then in your soul the Firebird -
Doesn't find a place for himself.

Bitter cold, Firebird,
From the warmth of the palms, boldly, -
A spark will rush to the Sun
So that it burns more strongly.

I told you this fairy tale,
For the mind, perhaps food.
Fools walk around the world
They're not looking for the Firebird.

Firebird

Alexander Ignatov 3

Everything was so or is dreaming
The cherished dream has come true.
Gave me a feather Heat - Bird
And again rose to the stars.
I gave good and happiness,
I gave a bit of joy.
I opened the way to tomorrow
I didn’t call ordinary to the world.
The feather does not disappear from the hands,
Glitters with rainbow colors.
Promises to fulfill dreams
She is in no hurry to return to the fairy tale.
Everything was so or is dreaming
But if you sleep, sleep longer.
Fly again, my Heat - Bird,
Share your happiness with me ...

Firebird

Vasily Rosov

Throwing into the heights with sapphire fire,
In a wedge of gold and a glow of ruby,
Firebird on a bright, clear day
Shone, the prophetic epic.

Flying, seduced the dream of the place,
And even the Sun was surprised:
“Where does this beauty come from?
Yes, what a miracle appeared ?!

And what kind? What family?
Breed? Variety? ”Whispering jealously.
Children shouted: “Hey! Fly !! "
Headlong, chasing zealously.

She rushes over the ground
Beautiful so that the eyes go numb
And even the ardent summer heat
Noticing, it immediately grows cold.

Not a fairy tale, no. I clearly saw:
Sapphire in diamonds flew
I offended with unprecedented beauty
All those who did not want to believe.

Firebird

Vasily Tolstous

... Color dream is real:
the firebird flies from heaven,
carrying heat on its wings,
and sits on his hand.
Anxious in the wilds of sleep
so simple, for no reason.
Moon over the wasteland
suspended picturesquely.
Painfully silence
not a rustle, not a groan.
The threads of sleep are twisted.
The soul is silent, sleepless.
The firebird's eye is burning
mysterious, anxious,
and no protection
for vision and skin.
Despair. Creak
the slammed door
and then a long sob
of a numb heart.

Firebird

Victor Zobkov

Well, why, why does it often happen,
It seems that the bird has already managed to catch the heat,
My happiness is somewhere nearby all the time,
But I can’t, I can’t find him!
Winters are cold, warm summers are replaced,
Dawn always follows the night
Someone can easily catch their happiness in life,
But for someone, believe me, he has not been there all his life ...
A young girl is looking for a beautiful prince,
Looks for him everywhere and never finds it,
And makes her little pimple suffer
It seems to her that she, like a freak duck,
But, after all, the duckling has grown into a beautiful swan,
The time will come and your beauty will blossom
And you don't have to look for a young prince
The prince himself will undoubtedly find you someday!

Firebird

Vladimir Sorochkin

This dream will repeat itself anyway
And not once, and not two, and not three:
The firebird will fly by on a dark night
Burning me from the inside.

Will not utter a cry, not a word,
Only a bright stripe will shine
Over the straw of the silent roof,
Over the subdued green dew.

Will blaze and fade away without time
Turning into scattered fumes,
Carrying high with him
This house, this meadow, this garden. -

Only life will leave, speechless
Opening the frontier for you
To look for blinding lightning
In the midst of a bleak sky.

Firebird

Dima Peter

Well this should be a dream
In an unknown wonderful land
I tried to catch everything I tried to firebird
Well, I really liked it

Maybe it's easier to catch me a tit?
To grab a crane by the feather?
Only the overseas bird beckons
What lives, where is the foreign land

I sneak slowly through the forest
I'm afraid I will frighten off a miracle
Maybe it's not a bird - a princess?
Strives to sneak away from me

Mocks, from branch to branch
Teases again, from bush to bush
It will leave me a star mark
It will sparkle with the tail feathers

I really wanted to have some fun
Above me and to other lands
Like a dream flew away from me
My firebird has flown

Fairytale dialogue

Elena Dossaeva

The night has set star nets.
Outside the window, the first snow of October.
The chorister in the cage got disgusted
My Golden Firebird ...

Why are you, the Sun, not happy?
Don't like food or drink?
"Because, Alyonushka, a fairy tale
We have not lived with you for a long time ...

Look at you - you are drunk -
You drink wine of unloved years ... "
But life is so simple! and calm, -
There are no wolves or princes.

"I wish I could fly now without fear
After all, the feather dims without the wind. "
No one needs affection for fire! -
You would have become a guinea pig for a long time!

"Are we really going to languish
In this one-room captivity? "
And you think: someone will decide
Will he again believe in us, in nonsense?

The Firebird Part 1

Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko

I am a fiery bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All woven from light
My rays are warm ...
It's not a fairy tale at all.
Tame the Firebird!

I live in a distant world
What they call a dream
But to random travelers
Don't be here.
The radiant tail sparkles,
And the wings are so light!
My clean fly into the light
Baby moths.

Daredevil not everyone can
Look at the feathers
After all, at least a little too
He must burn himself!
Like a warm ray of the sun
I am soaring over the world.
You take a better look -
I give feathers to everyone!

When the rains fall
Thunder rumbles in the sky
Suddenly a rainbow shines -
Then I share the pen!
And everyone will be happy
Whether he is young or sed:
The paths of that colorful
No more pleasing to the eye!

And I will draw with a touch
I am a feather pattern -
And the northern lights
The spaciousness will be decorated.
Sorceress Firebird -
Beautiful queen!

The Firebird Part 2

Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko

It happens over the Earth
Soaring easily, spinning
And a warm wave
I lay down on the banks
And sultry bright summer
I give you a sheaf of sparks
- Meadows are blooming at the same time ...

I draw the dawn
I will add color to the fruits
And gold to the fields
With all the tenderness of the dawn
I'll show myself to my friends.

Children love me so much!
Artists, creators ...
It is known that in the world
It is impossible without beauty
Goodness and creation
To live a happy age.
Cherished desire -
Tame the Firebird!
Sorceress Firebird -
A beautiful queen!

The Firebird Part 3

Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko

Of course, not always I
Cheerful and cheerful
But people forget
About good deeds
And they do not always find
Warmth in their hearts
Sadness wanders with longing
Then in my worlds ...

It's hard for one firebird
Try for people.
You can help me too,
And do not spare the lights.
There is beauty in actions
And in thoughts and words.
Think about the little ones
Sick and old people
Alas, not everyone can
So weak is their light ...

But it helps to become better
My wonderful comb !!
And fluffy gold
I will touch my heart
And a sparkling ray
I'll settle down quietly!

So the flames will light up
And maybe somewhere again
The son will suddenly remember his mother,
Give her Love
Greetings from distant countries
Father will send in a letter ...
And less lonely
Hearts will remain.

Ah, it would be an aspiration
Sparkle, burn, blaze ...
Do not mind the inspiration -
I'll give the fire again!
I will take off with a warm wind
Disheveled hairstyle,
Just don't be afraid at the same time,
Calling me with you,
The sorceress firebird -
A beautiful queen!

The Firebird Part 4

Elena Melnikova-Kravchenko

I would be sad
Always fly alone
Among the crystal stars
But all friends are with me:
And a sunny bunny
And mom's love
And the sonorous laugh of a boy
Help me again
To be useful and needed ...

So that beauty lives
Let's unite together
Good deeds!
And with a brush and with a word
We'll paint the light
And with a golden pattern
(He's no more wonderful)
I will embroider the word "friendship"
And the sun will temper
I need to hand it over,
To the one who burns himself ...

Who shines with kindness
And who is faithful to friends,
Easily recognizes me
Over amber feathers.

I am a fiery bird!
Singer, craftswoman.
All woven from light
My rays are warm ...
It's not a fairy tale at all.
Tame the Firebird!

And if you're very lucky -
You will fly with me !!!

Firebird Feather

Elena Sevryugina 3

I can be proud of myself
I can hardly believe
Found the feather of the Firebird
In the morning in our park!

Maybe over our house
The bird flew by
And a feather that is more beautiful than the sun,
Lost at night ...

I went to my mother to boast-
She said: “Pasha!
Firebirds are unlikely to be found
In our region! "

I asked my father for advice-
He said apprehensively:
“There is no such bird in the world,
Is it only in a fairy tale! "

What is it really?
Even my friend Kolya
He doesn't believe me in the least ...
Lighten up or what?

Firebird

Ivan Esaulkov

The Russian fairy tale says:
Who has the Firebird's feather -
Let him admire, marvel
On his play and light.
Gotta go abroad
For the pen - after all, to our capital
This same Firebird
Doesn't fly for many years.

As if he didn’t hear the call
Neither Popov nor Luzhkov.
And now Sobyanin again
Calls the prophetic bird.
Only the bird is not ready
He answers all sternly:
"Let you have a horseshoe
Will bring mountains of happiness!

I'm better off abroad
Whether in Antalya or Nice.
I eat pizza
In full view of all onlookers
And I will not rush
To appear in Russia ...
Only for some reason dreaming
Ivanushka is a fool for me! "

Today the Firebird flew to me ...

Larisa Kuzminskaya 6

Today the Firebird flew to me ...
In the lines flashed, rustling with wings,
Whose is it in the gold of the wings of the soul
Feathers, like tears, quietly dropped?

What is there in the worlds unknown, distant?
Are there many fairy tales or sad ballads?
Is the helipad so beautiful there?
Are there many blue-eyed angels?

I did not wait for an answer from the bird,
The bird was silent and disappeared away,
This dark night was strange
Moonlight splashed into my lines.

Firebird

Larisa Tereshchenko 8

How can you sleep here? I can't sleep with delight.
The firebird got lost in our forest.
She beats among the branches and freezes,
Who will help her so far does not know.
Believes that he will meet Ivan soon,
Will pray for it tirelessly,
Ivan will throw a zipunishko at her,
So as not to get burned, smart boy,
And do not go blind from this beauty.
Will rush to the field, there in a rye mustache
The wind in the ears will laugh at him:
- That's all, Vanyusha, you succeed.
In vain you let go of such beauty
It got much darker in the forest.
- I saved the bird from prison,
The field will save me from the bag.
Do good deeds with love
To keep your soul clean.

Firebird

Leonid Grushko

Based on Slavic mythology


The Firebird sings all day
Reviving the Garden of Eden
And with love the Tsar Maiden
He glances at her.

The plumage is golden
The peacock's tail is burning with heat,
Any feather can
To light the churchyard at night.

And she flaps her wings
Koi are very large
To know the flame is breaking free
Tongues lick the sky.

Seeks food at night
In the kingdoms far and away
And secretly fattens in the gardens
From the servants and the king.

In a cage, pure gold,
Will return before dawn -
The song will drag on a difficult one
And she herself, like a heat, burns!

Firebird

Lyudmila Vyatkina

At the very end of the earth
Where - no one knew exactly
(so that they could not find),
The firebird made a nest.

In a completely different world
Far from the hustle and bustle
She kept the fire
Creations and dreams.

Know if you decide to take a chance
And get yourself a bird:
The path is thorny and dangerous,
Dashing out of place to zeal.

Difficult, oh, difficult steps:
Erase on the way to Paradise
Iron boots,
Eat the iron loaf.

But there is a shorter way -
Start changing yourself
Comprehend the simple essence -
Live this life in love!

Love is that magic gift
What is given to people by the gods;
Hot heart heat -
It melts the senses ore.

Will scatter a wonderful light
Soul of lonely darkness.
You will get an answer to everything
As in the fairy tale Ivan the Fool.

Firebird

Lyudmila Kulikova 2

Either reality, or dreaming,
It suddenly became bright light,
Flying Firebird
She threw a feather off her tail.

Stays warm for a long time
Emitting thick light,
And it will cool down, you will have to take
Only a gold bar.

Many tried to follow
Behind the Firebird, daredevils
Yes, with burns left
Or even without a hand.

This bird is not for a cage
In the myths of the Slavs lives,
She is sharp-sighted, like an eagle,
Perunov's color guards.

Either reality, or dreaming,
But all the flowers have faded
From the glow of the Firebird
Incomparable beauty.

Firebird

Melnikov Igor Glebovich

One day from a blank page,
Lost in thought, I will tear off my eyes.
And again the glow of the firebird
I will see in the window in reality.

Once upon a time in the foliage with clouds
On my other evenings
I wanted to touch with my hands
Her golden feather.

Chasing the ghostly light
Years have turned into words.
But only, of course, about this
I didn't even think then.

I don't know what else I will be
In a young unearthly fire,
What miracle will I believe
Leaning over a silent leaf.
Firebird

Natalia Shkonda

In a wonderful country.
On Earth, or on the Moon
The miracle bird has settled -
A real queen.
Surprise with beauty
Feathers, golden tail.
It sparkles with rainbow light ...
And her name is Firebird.
It's a pity that only in a dream
You come to me.

Firebird

Svetlana Gladkova

Like a dove among a flock of crows
I immediately distinguish her in the crowd ...
W. Shakespeare

Among the gray birds, the firebird.
Plumage shines in the overflow.
She will not be embarrassed under a biased gaze.
She is looking forward to what is worthy of herself.

Around the birdie, the gray ones chirp,
She listens to them condescendingly,
But she is lonely in the crowd, and the evening
She is no longer entertaining at all.

Firebird because she's a firebird
What does not dream about crumbs from someone's hands,
She has not slept from a crazy dream for a long time,
And in the sky she flies high.

But the unusual bird is lonely -
She cannot join the sparrow flock.
Is it indecent to be bright?
She will not "mow" under the gray ones.

Dream, firebird! Don't rush to give up
You do not need to exchange yourself for trifles.
Dreams of people like you must come true.
Love will come like a shower of stars.

Firebird

Svetlana Lemaeva

I can't sit still.
I remembered about the feather of the firebird,
The one that arrives in fairy tales
Illuminates with a bright light.

How to find a bird?
Hurry to become an adult!
After all, the feather of a magic bird
Many may find it useful:

And heals ailments,
And helps in misfortune.
I will find the feather of the firebird.
Mom will be proud of me!

Firebird

Shurik Shulgin

Fly with me my Firebird!
I want to live in your fire!
Please don't let me land -
I'm too cramped on the ground!

I ask you to always be there
When, soaring to heaven,
I'm enjoying the stars
Not believing your own eyes!

I'm very scared to get lost
Among the heavenly beauty ...
Let me hold on to you!
Don't let me fall from a height!

In Indian mythology, the fabulous Garudha bird is known, with beautiful golden wings; the legends of other peoples also know it. In Russia, it is known as a Firebird, among the Czechs and Slovaks ptak Ohnivak - names indicating its connection with the heavenly flame and fire in general: heat - hot coals in the oven, heat - hot summer time.

Feathers of the Firebird shine with silver and gold (the ptak Ognivak has reddish feathers), his eyes shine like a crystal, and she sits in a golden cage. At deep midnight she flies into the garden and illuminates it with herself as brightly as a thousand lighted fires; one feather from her tail, introduced into a dark room, can replace the richest lighting; Such a pen, the tale says, is as valuable as a whole kingdom, but the bird itself has no price! The Germans call this bird a gold one - der goldene Vogel, which is based on a direct philological and mythical connection between gold and fire and light.

Since ancient times, such a poetic image has been attributed to the god Agni; in the Vedas, Agni is called a fast, golden-winged, pure and fiery bird and a powerful falcon. Agni is, first of all, the deity of the heavenly flame of lightning, and then only of the earthly fire, stolen from heaven and transferred to people; therefore, the Firebird is the same embodiment of the god of thunder, like the light-clear falcon, to which the fairy tale gives colored pears and the ability to turn into a good fellow, or an eagle-carrier of peruns. She feeds on golden apples, which give eternal youth, beauty and immortality and in their meaning are completely identical with living water, according to the Horutan legend, instead of golden apples, she steals ripe bunches from a glorious vine, which gave a bucket of wine every hour (wine = rain ), and her bile (= the light of the sun hidden in the clouds) returns the lost sight.

When the Firebird sings, pearls fall from its open beak, i.e. along with the solemn sounds of thunder, brilliant sparks of lightning are scattered. Czechs are convinced that her singing heals diseases and removes blindness from the eyes, i.e. the tunes of a spring thunderstorm enlighten the sky from the clouds that darken it and give life to nature. The rolling thunder and the howling of the storm were likened to speech and singing, and on this basis, fantasy endowed all the personifications of thunderclouds with a word and a prophetic gift; therefore, the fabulous bird of Perunov was named the talker bird. From the same source arose the legend of the Nightingale the Robber, nesting on tall oak trees, whose children turn into black ravens with iron noses.

Herodotus wrote down the legend about the wonderful bird Phoenix, similar in appearance to an eagle, with red and gold feathers; at a certain time, she flies up to the sanctuary of Helios, sings a funeral song and, burning in the solar flame, is reborn from her ashes again. This tradition in one of our old manuscripts is told as follows: that bird is a lonely woman, it has neither its friends, nor children, but it itself only dwells in its nest ... and taco lights up his nest, and it’s too hard to burn, but the packs in the ashes of his nest are again nazhaetsya. - The meaning is this: the lightning bird, having grown old (= having lost its strength) in the winter season, is getting younger with the arrival of spring; when the bright rays of the spring sun warm the cloudy sky, the cloud-bird lights up with a thunderous flame and dies in it to the sound of its own song, i.e. to the sound of thunders striking and howling whirlwinds. But dying in a thunderstorm, she is reborn again from the vapors and mists that rise from the ground following the falling rains. However, one should not forget that in mythical representations one cannot look for a strictly definite relationship between an image created by fantasy and only one natural phenomenon; These ideas were born from metaphorical assimilations, and each metaphor could have various applications.

The bird-thrower of lightning arrows was at the same time both the bird-whirlwind and the bird-cloud; personifying the flame of a thunderstorm, at the same time, she could serve as an emblem for the rising sun. Ancient man he constantly drew an analogy between the dawn of the day and a spring thunderstorm and painted the one and the other in identical poetic paintings. As a thunderous flame destroys dark clouds and kindles the lamp of the sun extinguished by them, so the glow of the morning dawn drives the darkness of the night and brings out the clear sun behind it: like a golden-winged, shining bird, it ascends to the firmament and illuminates the wide earth with its rays. That the sun really seemed to be a bird, this is evidenced by the Vedas: I knew you by the spirit, - the poet says to the rising sun, - when you were still far away, - you, a bird ascending from the clouds; I saw (your) winged head, flowing in paths even and clean from dust! - The Indians of the Vedic era personified the sun in the form of a falcon and a flamingo goose. We find traces of such personifications both among the Germans and the Slavs.

The spring sun, washed in the rain streams of thunderclouds, showed itself to the eyes of mortals - enlightened, brightly shining, and was likened to a snow-white swan bathing in the waters, or other water birds: a duck and a goose. In lower Germany, they whine during the rain:

Lass den Regen tibergehn,
Lass die Sonnewiederkommen!
Sonne komme wieder
Mit deiner Goldfeder,
Mit goldenem Strahl
Beschein uns allzumal ...

The name of the swan, meaning white, was quite consistent with the concept of a white deity of daylight. Taking the sun for a beautiful goddess, the Germans believed that she could turn into a swan; hence the legend of the swan-maiden was created, as about the daughter and companion of the sun. The goddess Synna (sun) and Dagr (day), according to the ancient myth, gave birth to a daughter named Svanhvit Gullfjodhr (Schwanweisz Goldfeder - white gold-finned swan), i.e. morning dawn, and this last had a son, Svanr hinn raudhi (Schwan den Roten), i.e. golden rays of the sun.

The Greeks endowed the goddess Zorya (Eos) with light wings. From the morning dawn and the rising sun, these poetic comparisons were transferred to the Day they cited, which, according to ancient monuments, like a bird of prey, plunges its sharp claws into the darkness of the night. The memory of the bird-sun is still preserved in the Little Russian riddle, which calls the daylight - a spinning bird: there is an oak-starodub, on that oak there is a bird-vertinitsa; nichto ji is not available - neither the king nor the queen. The sun bird sits on an old oak tree; the annual flow of time, determined by the solar movement, popular fantasy likened a growing tree on which the sun bird nests, lays white and black eggs and incubates them day and night. Other riddles speak even more clearly about the representation of the sun - as a bird: the falcon has come clear, all the people have gone - that is, with the dawn of the day, people wake up; Serbian: a bird without a tooth, but svschet izjede = the sun drowns (eats) white (like light) snow.

The uniqueness of Russian fairy tales lies in the fact that they combine pagan and Christian ideas about the world around them. Paganism is a fictional representation of the people about the universe. It is associated with the deification of various forces of nature: fire, water, earth, animals, plants, heavenly bodies. All this was widely reflected in fairy tales. The time and place is sometimes indefinite in a fairy tale, as well as in myths. The fairy tale is full of motives containing belief in the existence of the "other world" and the possibility of returning from there. Old Russian culture is addressed to the inner world of man. It is characterized by "an emphasis not so much on the knowledge of the world as on understanding it, extracting human meaning, comprehending the laws of a person's moral life." The heroes of fairy tales do not remake the world, but with the help of the elements, animals, birds, heavenly bodies, they find personal happiness.

Fire birds in mythology

Since ancient times, birds have been intermediaries between heaven and earth among various peoples. The researcher of Slavic mythology P. Troshchin suggests that initially "sky" and a huge bird "eagle" were designated by the Slavs in one word. In ancient times, there was a certainty that every ten years the eagle rushes into the flame, then into the sea wave, and regains its youth. The Khanty considered a sacred tree on which eagles nested for several years in a row. The falcon among the ancient Slavs is the first bird and the primordial god of the world. According to legends, it was the FALCON bird that brought fire to the earth - a spark from the sun, and heavenly fire appeared on the earth from lighting a tree. "The rooster was revered among the pagans as a bird dedicated to Perun and the hearth, and at the same time the emblem of happiness and fertility," writes Afanasyev. " The image of the Fire - bird goes back to the image of the Sacred bird - the Fiery Messenger of the Gods. At Russian folk cups of the 18th - 20th centuries. The Firebird can often be seen depicted in the form of the Firebird - the Firefeather bird, the Irian Messenger, somewhat reminiscent of a peacock. The Firebird personified fire, sun, creativity.

Light image of the Firebird

This research work is based on the texts of the Russians folk tales, revised by A. N. Afanasyev, the tale of P. P. Ershov "The Little Humpbacked Horse".

How is the Firebird described in fairy tales? The verbal description of the Firebird by eyewitnesses is as follows: "bright, rare, flies through the air, glows, shimmers with different lights", etc. - why not a peacock? Peacocks were known at princely courts. Such birds were imported from the East. But why was this bird, little known to the common people, so popular among the people? What caused her deification? And why is it called "Heat" - that is, "burning coal"? A fire bird?

Under all descriptions of "The Firebird" falls not only a peacock. All these characteristics are a description ... of ball lightning. Such and such a "bird", flying through the air, glowing and shimmering with lights, was well known among the people. They knew and were afraid.

One of the Firebird's nasty habits is to leave circles of fallen cereals in the field. Judging by Russian fairy tales, for a long time the peasants kept watch over the villainess. However, nothing could be achieved from the frightened watchmen, except for vague descriptions of either the FIR-bird or the SHAR-bird. "Fiery red and gold feathers, wings - like tongues of flame, and eyes sparkling like diamonds ...". Despite the blinding light, it has long been observed that the Firebird does not emit smoke or heat.

The name of the Firebird is given by the color of the plumage. The word heat in circulation is an old form of an adjective used as a definition. It is formed from hot "fiery, ore-yellow" or "red-yellow, orange", that is, it originally had a color meaning. In the fairy tale, the coloring of the Firebird is golden, and a golden cage, and a beak, and feathers. The symbolism here is obvious: the Firebird is the sunbird, the sky is the house of the Sun, gold is the metal of the sun.

In fairy tales, the Firebird acts as the kidnapper. She feeds on golden apples, rejuvenating, giving eternal youth, beauty and immortality, and by their value are completely equal to living water. Perhaps that is why they believed that her singing heals people.

In both Ershov's tale and in the folk tale “The Firebird and Vasilisa the Princess”, the hero picks up the Firebird's feather, thus violating the prohibition.

What is the prohibition that the hero violated? Where does the miracle bird live and why not everyone can get there?

In a Russian folk tale, a bird lives in a garden behind a stone wall, which is the border between “our” and “alien” worlds. In the tale of P. P. Ershov, the Firebird lives in the thirtieth kingdom in the Tsar Maiden's garden. This kingdom is a fabulously rich land that was dreamed of in ancient times. The Tsar Maiden lives in a fabulous golden palace, this motif is also taken from folklore, more precisely from the period of pagan beliefs about the palace of God - Yarila. Ershov caught and embodied in his " fairy tale"the very essence of folk culture, which is associated with early pagan and later Christian views.

The Firebird is created by the popular imagination from the concept of a heavenly fire-flame, and its radiance dazzles the eyes as much as the sun or lightning. An unusual fiery color indicates her belonging to a different, inhuman world, so it was impossible to pick up the Firebird's feather. “That” world is precisely “that light”, the world of the dead. The main participant in the events of the fairy tale is because the hero manages to return from there, from where no one returns.

But after all, not every person is given the Firebird into the hands. Why is help given to the third son in the fairy tale? What do we know about him? In fairy tales, these are the youngest sons in the family. The older sons got married, received their allotment, left the family, while the younger ones stayed with the old people. They retained that part of the inheritance that did not even belong to the father, but to the whole family, in a word, that which was connected with the ancestors.

The youngest son's affection for the stove is also interesting, which is found in many fairy tales. According to ancient ideas, the Furnace, the Hearth is the basis and symbol of the House and family well-being. So, to get into the "other" world and return from there is allowed only to those who are initially associated with parents and ancestors, it is he who is given a magic assistant. But the main character achieves success thanks to his personal qualities. In search of the Firebird, the hero of the fairy tale overcomes his fear, doubts, makes mistakes, but still goes forward, achieves his goal. As a reward, the hero of the fairy tale receives not only a magic horse and the Firebird itself, but also a beautiful princess and a kingdom to boot. Even his appearance changes: he becomes handsome, handsome. Heroes of fairy tales help to acquire bodily health by the elements, spiritual health - the feather of the firebird - the fire of joy, creativity, strength. Thus, the study showed that in Russian folk and author's fairy tales, the image of the Firebird personifies good power and is a symbol of good luck, victory, embodies a person's dream of happiness, is given into the hands of only a kind person.

The image of the Firebird in the life and culture of the Russian people

The Slav often imagined himself as a free bird and dreamed of flying over the blue sea. The dream of freedom and happiness completely merged with the image of a bird. This bird is undoubtedly associated with the sun: its plumage and the light that emanates from it speaks of this. The sun for ancient people was one of the main patron gods. According to popular beliefs, life depends on the radiance of the sun, the creative, fertile power of which lies in its bright spring and summer rays. Among the Slavs, a bird with outstretched wings symbolized the sun.

In Russian folklore, most of all songs, fairy tales, legends, riddles are about birds. Light images of celestial beings often appear on dishes, spinning wheels, in embroidery. The folk costume is similar in silhouette to a bird: wide wing-sleeves, a crest-like headdress, breast and belt plumage decorations. Sacred birds decorate the frames of houses, and decorations - amulets in the form of birds are the most powerful. Later, people began to paint dishes with bright images of a bird, so that the luck and happiness given by the Firebird would not leave them. So the Firebird became the keeper of the world and a dream come true.

Slavic mythology is the key to understanding the soul of the Russian people, its history and culture. The fiery birds, according to the views of our ancestors, include: the eagle, since it was associated with heavenly power, and it was a symbol of victory, speed; the falcon for the ancient Russian people was the embodiment of beauty and daring, the speed of its flight was compared with the speed of lightning; the rooster was considered a symbol of the sun, fire, fertility. The Firebird personified fire, sun, creativity. This is evidenced by her plumage and the light that comes from her. Perhaps this is a poetic image of the dawn. The firebird is wind, cloud, lightning plus heat in a peasant oven, a red rooster outside the outskirts.

The Firebird serves good. It emits an unusual, magical color that helps people in their earthly affairs. Many trials and dangers lurked on the way of those who dared to go in search, for any path to a creature that contains the fire of the original creation is thorny and unpredictable. And you could try to go this long way - in your heart, overcoming and changing yourself. Only a desperate daredevil with a pure soul and heart, led by a dream, could see her, having overcome many trials. The light of divine radiance that surrounded the Firebird also fell on the person, endowing him with what he most wanted in his heart: talents, skills, happiness.

Since ancient times, a person, protecting himself from evil forces, has covered his clothes and dwelling with images - amulets. The Firebird for the Slavic peoples was not only a symbol of fire, but also a symbol of happiness and good luck. A fairy tale always opens up the broadest scope for thought and comparison. The results of a questionnaire survey among students showed that for a modern person the image of fire has become secondary, not so significant, the meaning of divinity, a talisman, is disappearing. A person perceives this bird as a bird that brings good luck and wealth.

Firebird in modern world is a symbol of happiness.

In different parts of our world, there are legends about amazing animals and birds, which no one has ever seen, but the descriptions of which are strikingly similar.

In different cultures, the image of the Firebird has acquired its own details and shades. For the Slavs, the Firebird, ptak Ohnivak (Czech and Slovak) is a fabulous, fiery bird, its feathers shine with silver and gold (Ognivak has reddish feathers), its wings are like tongues of flame, and its eyes shine like a crystal.
It reaches the size of a peacock.
The Firebird lives in the Garden of Eden of Iria, in a golden cage.
At night, it flies out of it and illuminates the garden with itself as brightly as thousands of lighted lights.

The Firebird has a favorite food in the garden - rejuvenating apples, which give it beauty and immortality.
The Firebird has a healing chant as it sings pearls pouring out of its beak.
Blinding light around her. Every year, in the fall, the Firebird dies and is reborn in the spring.
Occasionally, a dropped Firebird tail feather can be found brought into a dark room to replace the richest lighting.
You cannot catch it with your bare hands, as you can burn yourself on its plumage.
The dropped feather retains the plumage properties of the Bird's Fever for a long time. It glows and gives warmth. And when the feather goes out, it turns into gold.

And only then people, so that the luck and happiness that the Firebird gives them, did not leave them, began to make amulets and amulets, paint the dishes with its bright images.

According to the Russian fairy tale, each feather of hers "is so wonderful and light that if you bring it to a dark room, it shone so much, as if a great many candles were lit in that calmness." The golden color of the Firebird, its golden cage is associated with the fact that the bird flies from another ("thirtieth") kingdom, from where everything that is colored gold comes from. The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, approaching in this case with the Fire Serpent: she takes the mother of the hero of the fairy tale “beyond the distant lands”.

Comparative analysis suggests an ancient connection between the Firebird and the Slovak “firebird” with other mythological images that embody fire, in particular with Rarog, the fiery horse-bird.

The Firebird is a fabulous bird, a character in Russian fairy tales, usually the target of a hero search. The feathers of the firebird have the ability to shine and amaze a person with their brilliance.

The catch of the firebird is fraught with great difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets to his sons in the fairy tale. Only the kind youngest son manages to get the firebird. Mythologists (Afanasyev) explained the firebird in the form of the personification of fire, light, sun. The Firebird feeds on golden apples that give youth, beauty and immortality; when she sings, pearls fall from her beak. The singing of the firebird heals the sick and restores sight to the blind. Leaving aside arbitrary mythological explanations, one can compare the firebird with medieval stories, very popular both in Russian and in Western European literature, about the Phoenix bird rising from the ashes. The Firebird is also the prototype of the peacocks. Rejuvenating apples, in turn, can be compared with the fruit of the pomegranate tree, a favorite delicacy of the Phoenixes.

The feather of a bird's heat is a subject of Russian folk tales, known for its magical properties. Who has not read or listened to the tale of Ivan the Fool, who found the feather of a bird's heat in childhood. It was with this find that his adventures began.

Many different fairy tales are associated with the fever of the bird and its feather, which eventually became legends. Better known, perhaps, is only the fern flower. It can also be noted that our firebird is clearly a relative of the phoenix - fire bird from European legends and fairy tales.

According to the descriptions from fairy tales and illustrations to them, the firebird looks like a peacock, and the feather of a bird's heat also resembles a feather from a peacock's tail. The firebird is also about the size of a peacock, while the phoenix is ​​described as about the size of an eagle.

They say that you can catch the heat of a bird only with bait - a cage with golden apples inside. Since not only the found feather is the heat of the bird, but also all its plumage burns with fire, you cannot grab such a bird with your bare hands, you will instantly burn yourself. So Ivan had to lure her into a cage and throw a sack so that the heat would not reach his hands.

Also, according to legends, the firebird guards the fern flower on the night of Ivan Kupala, when it blooms only once a year, and many young people go to the forest to look for it.

Fiery feather fever bird
According to the well-known fairy tale, Ivan the Fool found the feather of a bird's heat in the forest on a stump when he passed by at night. This feather glows in the dark, burns as if it was glowing with fire. At first Ivan even decided that it was a fire burning in the darkness of the night, but coming closer, they saw a feather of unearthly beauty.

According to some descriptions, this feather is golden, like all the plumage of the bird's heat, some talk about the red, orange, yellow and even crimson color of the feathers of the bird's heat. Someone mentions that the bird's heat shines with silver and gold, and its wings are fiery, which once again proves the connection between the bird's heat and the phoenix. In books, the fever of a bird and its feathers are usually painted in red and orange.

Feather properties of the fire of the bird
The feather of a bird's heat can illuminate any, the darkest room so that it will be light at night, as it does not happen on the clearest day. If you remember the tale, this is how the tsar's servant noticed that Ivan the Fool had a feather and the heat of a bird, instantly reporting this to his master.

According to legends, over time, the feather of a bird's heat ceases to glow and burn with fire, hardening and turning into gold. Having found several of these feathers, you can get rich quite well, you would also know where to look.

Also, they say that with the help of a feather, the heat of a bird can find treasures, since like attracts like. And so the golden feather attracts the gold stored in the earth.

The feather of the bird's heat for a long time, until it turns golden, retains the properties of the plumage of the bird's heat. And besides the fact that it glows brightly, it gives warmth. Apparently, not such that they could get burned, since Ivan the Fool took him with his bare hands, but enough to keep warm from him. A sort of good heating pad.

Somehow I accidentally came across an article in which, referring to a Slavic legend, it was said that when the gods saw that people walk on the earth without loving anyone and were destroying themselves with the cold of their hearts, they sent a magic fire of love to the earth in the form of a bird - Firebirds.

And since then she flies on the ground and spreads the fire of love.
Happiness is to the one who succeeds in catching her, but a hundred times greater happiness is to the one whom the Firebird considers his master. After all, the Firebird is more like molten metal from which it most likely consists. You can only catch her in mittens, she is very hot - you can get burned very much. She will give her wholesome warmth all her life to the one to whom she will submit herself of her own free will. But as soon as she feels indifference, she will immediately fly away - she cannot stand him, and simply kill her ... Put her in a cage and she will die. Her fiery body will cool down and a cold piece of gold will be in the cage instead of hot love ...

Such is the beautiful legend. It’s a pity that I couldn’t find the original.


The Egyptians believed that the Phoenix is ​​a link between the divine plan and the embodiment of the plan in life, recalls the divine creation and revival of life. Phoenix is ​​the soul of Osiris, it is the hope to overcome the path of the dead. In the Egyptian "Book of the Dead" it is written: "As a phoenix I will pass through the regions of the other world."

The Greeks, who took the history of the Phoenix from Egypt, believed that the life of the Bird is cyclically connected with world history and depends on the course of the planets (the Sun, Moon and other planets return to their "former" places). The Stoics, in support of this, said that the world, like the Bird, perishes and is born in fire, and there is no end to this transformation.

The Iranians knew another name for this bird - Simurg. The bird had the gift of foresight, but its nature was twofold, containing in itself "good" and "harmful" halves.

In Sufism, Simurg symbolizes the Perfect Man who possesses the knowledge of the Divine Essence. This Entity, like the legendary bird, cannot be seen.

In the early Christian apocrypha of Baruch it was written about the Bird: “This is the keeper of the world ... If it had not covered | the fiery ghost | the sun, then neither the human race nor all creation on earth would be alive from the heat of the sun. "

The Chinese fiery Fen-huan was one of the four sacred creatures, and symbolized immortality, perfection and generosity. The appearance of such a bird, even in a dream, meant a turning point in a person's life, the need to commit a significant act or the birth of a child endowed with special talents.

The alchemists of medieval Europe considered the Phoenix a symbol of rebirth, the completion of the "Great Work". For them, it also meant purifying and transforming fire, the chemical element sulfur and red.

The description of the Bird is very similar for different peoples. "The air bloomed with all the colors of the rainbow, beautiful sounds came from the feathers and wings of the bird, a pleasant smell emanated from it ..." - this is how it was said about the wonderful bird Simurg in an Arab treatise of the 13th century. “There is another sacred bird there, ... and her name is Phoenix,” wrote Herodotus. "Her appearance and become very much like an eagle, and her feathers are partly golden, partly red." "The cinnabar bird, the substance of the flame," "his color is pleasing to the eye, his comb expresses righteousness, his tongue is sincere," said the Chinese, referring to Feng Huang, the ruler of the South. Firebird, - the Slavs believed, meaning the Firebird, - you can easily get burned about its plumage. Each feather glows like a multitude of candles, and is sharp, stronger than bulat. And she herself shines with blue, then crimson light.

"O Atum-Khepri, you shone [in the image of] Ben on the eternal Ben-Ben Hill ..." - this is how the words of the ancient Egyptian Hymn about the creation of the world sound. Not created by anyone, the original bird flew over the waters of the ocean, until it finally made a nest for itself on the Ben-Ben hill. Or maybe it was not Benu at all, but the beautiful white goose the Great Gogotun, who laid on the same hill the egg from which the sun god was born? However, many peoples tell stories that a bird took part in the process of creating the world. It is unlikely that people knew exactly who created the world, but the image of a dazzling bird remained in myths and legends, and the obelisks on the memorial hill near Heliopolis shone, reflecting the sun.

If you try to restore the history of the fabulous Firebird, or as it is often known, the Phoenix, according to the surviving legends, then you can tell the following legend.

A beautiful Bird with dazzling plumage has existed from the very beginning of the world, dying and reborn in the cleansing flame at the turn of the ages. She herself sacrificed herself, and each time, once again rising from the ashes, she turned her gaze beyond earthly limits, through the stars, to the world of pure light, to the place where the once immortal gods were born, and where she went in those three days, until her body turned to dust, and her soul became free. The bird knew what was, what was and what would be, and yet she kept the peace in which she made her nest. People who heard about the Bird believed that, like her, they also have an immortal soul that only changes its shell.

The magic Bird lived far, far away, at the very end of the earth. Nobody knew exactly where. Some said that her nest was hidden from human eyes on the top of the mountain, others - that she had built it in the middle of the endless desert, in thirty "other" state, perfect and far from worldly vanity. Many trials and dangers lurked on the way of those who dared to go in search, for any path to a creature that contains the fire of the original creation is thorny and unpredictable.

To get to the Bird, one had to overcome the Valley of Search, the Valley of Love, the Valley of Knowledge, the Valley of Separation, the Valley of Unity, the Desert of Astonishment, the Desert of Annihilation and Death. And this long way could be tried to go along the roads, washing iron boots and gnawing iron loaves, or it was possible - in your heart, overcoming and changing yourself.

Rarely did mortals see the beautiful Bird in all its glory. For this to happen, peace and harmony had to reign on earth. Having overcome many trials, only a desperate daredevil with pure thoughts, led by a dream, could see her. It is not for nothing that the Bird was sometimes called the Firebird, because heat, fire is both creativity, and creation, and "burning".

She was a perfect creation of the One, and everyone who saw her at least from afar became the owner of a wonderful gift. The light of divine radiance that surrounded the Bird also fell on the person, endowing him with what he most wanted in his heart: talents, skills, happiness. And now the person who received the gift from the Bird himself bore a reflection of the magic light.

The Legend of the Firebird

Believe it or not, check it out.
If you want - listen, if you want - hear.
But it was, the reality grew,
and what was not - fables.

Only in one distant kingdom,
heavenly state
Once upon a time, maidens were red -
they are all such needlewomen,
his article is light-looking,
the beauty of the soul is fine.
Only with people, which of them knew,
seemed like a bird of paradise,
a fiery bird,
light the world of the soul illuminating.
They were called because of all the Firebirds,
casting out all that is unclean,
that's why all people have a reason
the songs of the birds of paradise are now to be heard.
But a fiery bird is waiting for everyone,
what not to take with your hand, not to touch,
where the goblin did not even walk,
The tree is one true Life,
a beautiful bird sits there,
glows with heat and wondrous voice
gives the traveler sweet peace
and burns whatever is amiss in it.
You can hardly reach the Tree yourself,
dark forces do not let people,
strict guards guard
by the order of heaven above.
For a long time there have been escorts
were that they knew
go around like dark thickets
and the mountains are impassable.
But only worthy and lucky
could lead to the eternal tree,
so that when you meet that bird-maiden
the fire stopped burning her.

That's the whole story, that wondrous one.
Who was obedient, to feast - for that.
for good, for health, and for glory
to live, but at the same time not to twist !!!

Legend of Crimea about the Firebird
A long time ago, peace, joy and prosperity reigned in our region. Overseas guests came with outlandish gifts, the locals greeted them, took them to look at the wondrous miracle - the Firebird.

There was a bird of that extraordinary beauty: every feather on it burned and shimmered, and it shone in the night like a clear sun. The Firebird flew in every night to feast on the rejuvenating apples that grew at that time on our fertile land. After she had eaten, she began to sing angelic songs in a heavenly voice. The guests listened to healing singing and admired such a rich land and its kind people.

Year after year went by, and somehow Greed came from across the sea with one ship. She went to the huts to the people, whispering evil intentions in her ear.

The neighbors began to quarrel with each other, they were looking for richer guests so that they could get the best and richest gifts. Black thoughts entangled their heads, fierce envy settled in good hearts. People became greedy, angry and inhospitable, began to speak evil and often stomp their feet in anger.

And the earth hardened, went like stones, dried up without human love.

The apple trees with liquid apples dried up from this, there was no one to care for them. And magic apple trees never grow on earth, where a brother will not give his brother a hand and where discord reigns between people.

The wondrous Firebird has ceased to arrive for its favorite delicacy. The last liquid apple fell from the branch, the grains fell into the earth's cracks, and they did not germinate again.

And they still lie there, waiting for the soil to become soft and nurturing again. And the land will be better only if good and good people begin to live on it.

As people again begin to coexist in love with each other, they will cease to envy and evil intrigues to repair, so the earth and nature will respond to them in the same way. And then the seeds of the rejuvenating apple tree will sprout, and the Firebird will again fly to us. And again, overseas guests will come with gifts to look at the wondrous, listen to angelic songs, and praise our wonderful prosperous land.

Firebird, in East Slavic mythology, a wonderful bird. The Firebird is the target of the searches of various heroes of Russian fairy tales. This is a bird, the feathers of which have the ability to shine and, with their brilliance, amaze a person's eyes. Obtaining a firebird is fraught with difficulties and is one of the main tasks that the king (father) sets to his sons in a fairy tale. Only the gentle youngest son manages to get the firebird. According to the Russian fairy tale, each feather of hers "is so wonderful and light that if you bring it to the dark room, it shone so much, as if a great many candles were lit in that calmness." The golden color of the Firebird, its golden cage, is associated with the fact that the bird flies from another ("thirtieth kingdom"), from where everything that is colored golden comes from.

The Firebird can act as a kidnapper, approaching in this case with the Fiery Serpent: it carries away the mother of the hero of the fairy tale "beyond the distant lands." Comparative analysis suggests an ancient connection between the Firebird and the Slovak "firebird" with other mythological images that embody fire, in particular with the fiery horse-bird.

Mythologists (Afanasyev) explained the firebird as the personification of fire, light, sun. Leaving aside arbitrary mythological explanations, one can compare the firebird with the medieval stories of the Physiologist about the wonderful bird Phoenix, which is reborn from the ashes, which are very popular both in our and in Western European literature.

Firebird, painting by artist Viktor Korolkov

Historical reference.
Physiologist - a collection of articles and information about animals and stones, which originated in the II or III century AD, presumably in Alexandria. This is a monument to collective creativity. It is based on observations belonging to classical writers, not without the influence of Eastern legends. The selection of these observations was made by Christian writers, who set themselves the goal of bringing them closer to Holy Scripture and Christian tradition. The physiologist consists of up to 50 individual chapters describing animals and birds, insects, minerals, etc. and a listing of their features and properties, with symbolic interpretations (the properties of animals, for example, are compared with Christian virtues).

The Physiologist included such animals as the phoenix, sirens, centaurs, gorgon, unicorn; enumeration of the properties of other animals and especially symbolic interpretations take the reader into a completely fabulous world. Nevertheless, the Physiologist enjoyed authority in Muscovite Rus even in the 17th century. The Slavic translations of the Physiologist have survived only in Russian copies. The language of the oldest edition indicates the Bulgarian origin of the translation (up to the 13th century). The Physiologist's legends were reflected in some Old Russian articles in various collections, partly also in folk poetry; physiological symbolism has penetrated into the monuments of art (for example, into iconography). In Western Europe, the Physiologist was very popular; in the 13th century, it was translated from Latin into the national languages ​​of Europe and became part of medieval encyclopedias. At the same time, its symbolic side somewhat lost its significance, and the Physiologist himself in the Middle Ages took the form of the natural science work "Bestiary".