Riddle - an ancient way of transmitting the wisdom of life

2024 Author: Seth Attwood | [email protected]. Last modified: 2023-12-16 15:55

One of the ways to convey wisdom was by making riddles. Their peculiarity is that no logical reasoning is able to lead to the correct answer.

Here, for example, are the well-known riddles: "Without windows, without doors, the upper room is full of people", or "A beauty sits in a dungeon, and a scythe on the street." Without knowing the answer, a modern person with a logical mindset is unable to calculate that it is a cucumber and a carrot. In the old days, the one who guessed riddles had to exercise in the direct perception of the answer. Not words as conditions for the riddle, but the riddle-person himself carried the answer.

Driving a round dance was a kind of magical rite. Holding hands, people unwound, as a rule, around the fire, and concentrated the collective image of the action that was to take place later.

In Vedic times, there was a wonderful way of transmitting wisdom, this is the legend of fairy tales. The word "fairy tale" itself suggests that this is not written knowledge, but stories transmitted orally by the storyteller. There is not so much knowledge in fairy tales, but they conveyed the mood, spirit, and aspiration of the heroes.

Fairy tales were a form of education (educational process) in Vedic society. Usually fairy tales were told at night, when the brain is most illogical and therefore more receptive to attention. Instead of school, children listened to fairy tales from early childhood, as soon as they could understand the storyteller's speech.

Figures in fairy tales appeared much later and mainly indicate a system, these are three, six, nine, twelve heads of the Serpent Gorynych and the distant kingdom, the thirtieth state, which was somewhere very far away, and so on.

No wonder in subsequent times, with the adoption of Christianity by Russia, the legend of fairy tales was condemned by the church, equated to a grave sin, to a crime against faith.

As a reaction to the persecution by the church, storytellers began to tell tales that ridiculed the priests. But, nevertheless, even the kings kept storytellers with them. So, Ivan the Terrible had blind storytellers. Tsar Mikhail had storytellers Klim Orefin, Pyotr Sapogov and Bogdan Putyata.

Despite the persecution of storytellers, fairy tales continued to exist, although now we will not find those Vedic fairy tales in any book. Over time, the plots have changed. Russian names changed to Jewish, such as Ivan, and Greek - Vasily, Vasilisa, kings, money, arithmetic, trade appeared. In fairy tales, the caste (class) stratification of society begins to be felt. Black bone, man - the lowest stage in fairy tales. The illogicality of fairy tales and the spirit remained up to our days. A man could kiss the princess and marry her, climb into one ear for a horse, climb out of the other.

The disparity of shapes and sizes in fairy tales breaks all physical representations. There are many miracles that no modern science can describe. The plot is also extremely illogical, the tale can begin with one, in the middle it is about something completely different, and the end is about the third.

In the twentieth century, fairy tales are losing their former popularity, they were replaced by the sadomasochistic tales of Chukovsky and the Soviet type of Uncle Styopa. In Europe and America, with the advent of animation and cinematography, fairy tales were superseded by such works as "Tom and Jerry", "Sailor Papaya" and others. Where there is nothing left of the Vedic times and, in essence, they are gum, something like put in your mouth, and not satiated. There is no talk of any wisdom. Rather, on the contrary, they kill the child's time, which he could use to learn about the world.

Do you want me to tell you a story? - Dobrynya suggested with a grin. - You intrigued me with your fairy tales. Come on, tell me! - Listen:

“A long time ago there was a man and a woman, and they had a son, Vyacheslav. Years passed, the man and the woman grew old, the strength is no longer the same as in their youth. It's time to hand over the affairs to his son, but Vyacheslav does not want to do anything about the housework. How many times the man told his son that it was time to get down to business, but everything was useless. “I don’t want to, daddy,” Vyacheslav answered, “and I have a good life on the bench.

The peasant did not know what to do, and somehow a strong wind rose. A man came out into the field and shouted: - Wind, help me teach my son to work. I’m unlucky, I’ll die, there’s no one to look after the household.

The wind answers the peasant: - Kohl came to ask for help from me, you see, you really can't bear it. Good! I'll give you three days to think about whether your desire is worth fulfilling. If you still don’t change your mind, come here on the fourth day. - And what to think, I already know that my son must be taught to work!

The wind said nothing.

The man thought for three days and did not think of anything new, and on the fourth he went to the field. As soon as he reached the place where he asked the wind about his request, a thunderstorm struck, and the very first lightning killed the peasant.

The son and the woman buried him and began to live on. The breadwinner was gone, the son took up his father's business. And three years later he cut down a new house. He brought his beautiful wife to that new house. They lived happily ever after. “But I didn't get the meaning of the tale,” I complained in bewilderment. - Nothing, catch it. After all, the essence of fairy tales is that you yourself must comprehend it, and it is not a fact that the meaning of one fairy tale will be the same for different people. Everyone himself perceives the essence depending on his knowledge. The tale is not definite and in different conditions can suggest different answers to the questions asked by life. - Listen to the next fairy tale and don't think about any meaning, thinking slows down thought.

“Once upon a time there was an old man and an old woman. They had three sons. The eldest was called Boromir, the middle was Kazimir, and the youngest was Tikhomir.

Once a witch came to their hut and said: - Hello, good people. I walked to you from afar, with an unusual message. My daughter Lyubava - an indescribable beauty, a jack of all trades - has become an adult. She needs a good fellow as her husband. But she does not like anyone in our district, and I went to look for her fiancé. I walked for three years and three days until I saw your hut, and I know that her fiancé lives here, but I don’t know which of the three of you she will love. - It doesn't matter, - said Boromir, - let's go to her together, and whom of us she loves, he will be her fiancé. - You can go, but she will not see you. While I was looking for a good fellow for her, Koschey the Immortal came to woo her. She refused to the accursed monster. Then Koschey became angry and put a terrible spell on Lyubava: now she sees not people, but terrible monsters. Only the kiss of someone whom Lyubava loves can disenchant her. And rather than another kiss, death expects him from her beauty.

It became interesting to the brothers: what kind of girl is she living, who does not marry anyone, and what beauty can be that can kill. They mounted their horses and rode with the witch to her daughter.

For a long time, or for a short time, the brothers drive into the village, and in that village there is a tower on the outskirts. In that mansion, by the window, a girl sits with an extraordinary beauty. As her brothers saw, they were numb. They forgot that a kiss with Lyubava's death could turn out to be.

The elder brother whipped his horse and galloped to the window. He jumped off the horse and kisses the scarlet girl on the lips. Lyubava pushed Boromir away, looked at him with full eyes of horror. Boromir could not stand this look and fell dead. And the beauty ran away to the tower. The brothers of Boromir were buried under the mound and said to Kazimir Tikhomir: - We have nothing to do here, here it smells of death. Let's go home! - Go.

They got on their horses and set off on the road. But, passing by the tower, Casimir could not resist, looked at the window, from which the elder brother gave up his ghost. I saw a beauty and could not control myself. He pulled at the bridle, whipped his black horse, hit the ribs with his heels and rushed to the window. He jumped to the tower and kissed the girl on the scarlet lips. Lyubava pushed Kazimir away, looked at him with eyes full of horror. Kazimir could not stand this look and fell dead. And the beauty ran away to the tower.

Tikhomir began to swirl. He buried his brother under the mound and went home. But the witch came up to him and said: - Do not ruin, good fellow, me and my daughter. You are the only one left - you and her fiancé. You kiss - the koshcheevo spell will dissipate and you yourself will be happy! - Okay.

Tikhomir came up to the window and kissed the scarlet lips of Lyubava. He kisses and cannot tear himself away, it hurts the kiss is sweet. And when he looked at the beauty, he saw love in her eyes. Lyubava says to Tikhomir: - Take me with you, I will be your faithful wife, now I don’t see life without you!

They mounted their horses and rode home. The wedding was played. And then they lived happily ever after."