Author of quotes: Valentin Dmitrievich Ivanov

The guy looked at the sky and found the Womb. Although it is small, it is the main one among the stars. Others walk around her all night, and she, like a shepherd, stands still until the light. When the Sun, having slept, climbs up to the sky from the other end, the Uterus will drive all the stars to rest.

A man is not involved in women's affairs. Without a hostess, a hungry husband will sit tight, but he will not touch the stove damper, he will not lift her work in the cellar, he will not stick into the bread chest. This is the custom. It is not for nothing that it is said that without a hostess, the owner does not have a bucket or a piece. The hostess is held in high esteem.

One day, creating a holy sorcery of love over a sleeper, Zarenka suddenly felt something alive move in her deepest, most painfully and miraculously disturbing, but not hers. Hiding, the woman listened to the great commission: this, twisted in the breath of the soul of her beloved penetrated into her heart and revived the fruit, which is appointed to be the continuation and revival of Dobroga ... And Zarenka lay there, listening to herself, to the one who appeared in her, and to the thundering sea.

The cut off scrap does not stick to the loaf, the place left by the girl quickly gets cold at the parental hearth. She herself loves to be a mistress and rule her house.

No matter how thirst tormented a person, no matter how hunger tormented, he quenched them and forgot. But how can Odinets calm down the restless feeling of his heart? There is such food, but not everyone can touch it.

Every summer, every grief and daily work is marked by life on the face of a person. On a naked woman's face, these signs are easy to read. The man's beard and mustache hide the letter of life. Until white hair grows in the beard, like a fox on the back, you only know by habits, and not by eye, whether you met a guy or a mature husband.

Here, as in many Russian ancient and late battles, the great feats of a self-renounced personality, dissolved in a common cause, were performed. No one sang these feats. And he who saw could not sing the sing. Humanely and justly, frightened by the nagoti of truth, such a chronicler was silent. Or, after years, describing the past years, briefly recalled how "a simple man in a scavenger shirt and with one short spear defended his homeland with desperate courage better than solid armor ...".
And how did the action of a fiery soul acquire the mercilessly hard power of an iron ram, how was the very idea of suffering and personal death rejected? It's indescribable. Here the rights of words are limited. It is allowed only to hint, so as not to oversulge the truth with the details of the feats.
And all the unsaid man himself is obliged to comprehend with his soul and, without shuddering, to resurrect the bright images of the heroes.

Everything came from the Earth, everything was born in her womb. The earth held rivers, lakes and seas on itself, conceived both sweet and bitter springs, from the water of which expensive salt was evaporated. The earth gave birth to a stone for hearths and gave a fiery stone - flint. In its concern for man, the Earth collected iron in the swamps. In creating man, the Earth gave him strong bones from stone, meat from fertile soil and blood from water. The water in the human body is the salty blood of the heart, the water in the seas is the blood of the Earth.

Not the one who does quickly, who is in a hurry, but the one who does not redo once done.

Sitting at a scraped-out knife and a white-washed grit table, the workers ate decorously and sternly. They carefully held the slices of bread, so as not to drop any crumbs to the ground, carefully dipped them into the salt shaker so as not to sprinkle the salt.

Of all that people take from Mother Earth, the most honest and most expensive is bread. It is not expensive at a price: where there is a smell of bread spirit, there is a home, there is a home. A hunter who has wandered into the Black Forest dreams of nothing more than bread. According to Russian custom, the guest is not offered gold, not semi-precious stones, not silver and fur furs, but bread. Salt is brought with bread, because it is from the Sun. Bread and salt is human labor, warmed and generated by the good Sun-god.

You need to know the word. This is a cherished word at dawn, after the first spring thunderstorm, once, only once in its life a swan speaks to the winch. The wild goose also knows this right word. Hearing, the winch repeats the word and falls in love with the swan for life. That is why both swans and geese get married so well.