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Ivan Bilibin 229 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

“Thou shalt have them,” answered the merchant’s daughter, “for the same price. Let me only sit through this third night by the side of thy promised husband.”

“What a fool is this girl!” thought the Tsar‘s daughter. “Presently I shall have all her possessions and Finist the Falcon for my husband into the bargain!” So she assented gladly and when Finist the Falcon fell asleep that night, for the third time she put into his hair the enchanted pin and brought the girl into his room, bidding her give over the golden plate and the diamond ball, and keep the flies from him till daybreak.

Through that long night also the merchant’s daughter bent over her loved one, weeping and crying: “Finist, my own dear, my bright Falcon with colored feathers, awake and know me! I have worn through the three pairs of iron shoes, I have broken to pieces the three iron staves, I have gnawed away the three stone church-loaves, all the while searching for thee, my love!” But by reason of the enchanted pin, although he heard through his sleep her crying and lamenting, and his heart grieved because of it, Finist the Falcon could not waken. So at length, when day-dawn was near, the girl said to herself: “Though he shall never be mine, yet in the past he loved me, and for that I shall kiss him once before I go away,” and she put her arms about his head to kiss him. As she did so, her hand touched the pin in his hair and she drew it out, lest by chance it harm him. Thus the spell of its enchantment was broken, and one of her tears, falling on his face, woke him.

And instantly, as he awoke, he recognized her, and knew that it was her lamenting he had heard through his sleep. She related to him all that had occurred, how her sisters had plotted, how she had journeyed in search of him, and how she had bought of the Tsar’s deceitful daughter the three nights by his side in exchange for the silver spindle, the golden hammer and nails, and the diamond ball that rolled of itself. Hearing, Finist the Falcon was angered against the Tsar’s daughter whom he had so nearly wed, but the merchant’s daughter he kissed, and turning into the Falcon, set her on his colored wings and flew to his own Tsardom.

Then he summoned all his princes and nobles and his officers of all ranks and told them the story, asking: “Which of these two am I to wed? With which can I spend a long life so happily that it will seem a short one: with her who would deceitfully sell my hours for playthings, or with her who sought me over three times nine lands? Do ye now discuss and decide.”

And all cried with one voice: “Thou shouldst leave the seller of thy rest and wed her (w)ho did follow thee!”

And so did Finist, the bright Falcon with colored wings.

THE END

(The text came from: Wheeler, Post, Russian Wonder Tales, New YorkThe Century Company 1912.)

Enjoy!

Image Links:

The Feather of Finist the Falcon by Ivan Bilibin”                                                                                                                                                                               http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Bilibin

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Research Links:

“Sur La Lune Fairy Tales:Russian Wonder Tales” http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/russian/russianwondertales/featherfinistfalcon.html


Legend of the Tengu Prince — Finally Available on Amazon.com!

http://creativemusingsoflediar.com/2012/04/15/legend-of-the-tengu-prince-finally-available-on-amazon-com/

Synopsis:

Fantasy Action Adventure set in feudal Japan.

During a time of civil war, Karasu Hinata is born the son of a powerful warlord. When he is still a child, his family castle is taken by a rival clan. His father and mother are murdered right before his eyes.

Barely escaping with his life, he is spirited away by the king of the tengu. The shape-shifting raven leads him to the hidden mountain retreat of a sect of mystic warriors. Mountain priests who practice the magic of Shugendo.

Ten years have passed. The time has come for Karasu to leave the mystic’s protective lair and face his demons in the world beyond. But the fiend that haunts his nightmares is also the one that shattered his life. More than a bad dream, it wants him dead.

In Legend of the Tengu Prince, nothing is as it seems. Shape-shifting creatures, both good and evil, populate the magical world of feudal Japan. And a young man will pay the ultimate price for a deadly rival spawned in the mists time. This riveting first volume of a epic fantasy adventure will leave you stunned and begging for more.

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Ivan Bilibin 086 (Photo credit: Wikipedia)

When the dark fell, Finist the Falcon came flying to his love, and the needles pierced his breast and the knives cut his brilliant wings, and although he struggled and beat against it, the window remained closed. “My beautiful dearest,” he cried, “hast thou ceased so soon to love me? Never shalt thou see me again unless thou searchest through three times nine countries, to the thirtieth Tsardom, and thou shalt first wear through three pairs of iron shoes, and break in pieces three iron staves, and gnaw away three holy church-loaves of stone. Only then shalt thou find thy lover, Finist the Falcon!” But though through her sleep she heard these bitter words, still she could not awaken, and at last the wounded Falcon, hearing no reply, shot up angrily into the dark sky and flew away.

In the morning, when she awoke, she saw how the window had been barred with knives set crosswise, and with needles, and how great drops of crimson blood were falling from them, and she began to wring her hands and to weep salt tears. “Surely,” she thought, “my cruel sisters have made my dear love perish!” When she had wept a long time she thought of the bright feather, and ran to the porch and waved it to the right, crying: “Come to me, my own Finist the Falcon!” But he did not appear, and she knew that the charm was broken.

Then she remembered the words she had heard through her sleep, and telling no one, she went to a smithy and bade the smith make her three pairs of iron shoes, and three iron staves, and with these and three church-loaves of stone, she set out across three times nine countries to the thirtieth Tsardom.

She walked and walked, whether for a short time or a long time the telling is easy but the journey is not soon done. She wandered for a day and a night, for a week, for two months and for three. She wore through one pair of the iron shoes, and broke to pieces one of the iron staves, and gnawed away one of the stone church-loaves, when, in the midst of a wood which grew always thicker and darker, she came to a lawn. On the lawn was a little hut on whose door-step sat a sour-faced old woman.

“Whither dost thou hold thy way, beautiful maiden?” asked the old woman.

“O Grandmother,” answered the girl, “I beg for thy kind ness! Be my hostess and cover me from the dark night. I am searching for Finist the swift bright Falcon, who was my friend.”

“Well,” said the dame, “he is a relative of mine; but thou wilt have to cross many lands still to find him. Come in and rest for the night. The morning is wiser than the evening.”

(Continued… https://fairytalesbylediar.wordpress.com/2012/04/13/russian-fairy-tales-the-feather-of-finist-the-falcon-part-six/)

(The text came from: Wheeler, Post, Russian Wonder Tales, New York: The Century Company 1912.)

Enjoy!

Image Links:

The Feather of Finist the Falcon by Ivan Bilibin”                                                                                                                                                                               http://en.wikipedia.org/wiki/Ivan_Bilibin

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Research Links:

“Sur La Lune Fairy Tales:Russian Wonder Tales” http://www.surlalunefairytales.com/russian/russianwondertales/featherfinistfalcon.html



I am doing research for a new book that takes place in Kiev, Ukraine. In my search I came across these awesome Russian fairy tales that I will share each day with you. Find the first part of the second story below:

Marya Morevna

Once a long time ago there was a kingdom ruled by a young tsar named Ivan. He had three sisters, Maria, Olga and Anna. Their father, just before he died, asked Ivan to take good care of them.Once when Ivan was walking in the garden with his sister Maria, there was a clap of thunder and a falcon appeared out of the sky. He landed, turned into a handsome young prince, and asked Maria’s hand in marriage. Ivan gave his blessing and the two were married.The same thing happened with his other two sisters: Olga married an eagle and Anna married a raven, and all three girls went away to their husbands’ kingdoms.One day Tsar Ivan decided to visit his sisters. On the way he saw the wonderful palaceof a beautiful warrior-princess named Marya Morevna. He stayed there as a guest for several days.  The two fell in love with each other and married.

One morning Marya Morevna went to fight with her enemies. She gave him the keys to all the rooms in her palace, but warned him, “Don’t go to the dark room in the cellar.” But after she left, his curiosity got the better of him and he unlocked the door.

Inside, he saw Koshchey the Deathless chained to the wall. Koshchey begged him, “Give me some water, please. I am so thirsty.”

The kind Tsar Ivan felt sorry for him and gave him three pails of water. Koshchey became strong, broke his heavy chains and laughed, “Thank you, Prince Ivan. But from now on you will not see your beloved Marya Morevna any more.”

Koshchey flew away like a storm and Tsar Ivan wept.Ivan was determined to find his beloved wife. On his journey he visited his sister Maria and her husband the hawk and told them everything that had happened.

The hawk said, “It will be very difficult to find Marya Morevna and take her from Koshchey. Give us your silver spoon. We will look at the spoon and think of you. If it turns black, we will know something terrible has happened.”

After that Ivan visited his sister Olga and the eagle. He left them his silver fork.

Ivan then went to the home of his sister Anna and the raven and gave them his silver knife. Tsar Ivan journeyed for a year and a day and at last came to the palace of Koshchey, who was away from home.

Marya Morevna was very happy to see Prince Ivan. He said, “I am so sorry that I didn’t listen to you and that I set Koshchey free. But now I want you to go with me; maybe he can’t overtake us.”

But Koschey did overtake them and cut Ivan into small pieces. Koshchey took Marya Morevna back to his palace.At the same time Ivan’s brothers-in-law saw that his spoon, fork and knife had turned black and they knew something terrible had happened to Tsar Ivan.

The hawk, eagle and raven found him and revived him with the Water of Life. He thanked them and went away in search of Marya Morevna again.

(Continued…  https://fairytalesbylediar.wordpress.com/2012/04/02/russian-fairy-tales-marya-morevna-part-two/)

(If you like what you read here, you might also enjoy “Creative Musings” http://creativemusingsoflediar.com/, another blog of creative writing.)

Enjoy!

Links:

Russian Folklore” http://stpetersburg-guide.com/folk/ilya.shtml

“One of Kyives Oldest Tress” http://explorationart.wordpress.com/2012/03/25/one-of-kyives-oldest-trees/



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