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History of the Moon
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The night comes because someone very big covers the Earth with a potsherd. The light fades and it becomes dark all over. In the past, the light did not penetrate the sherd at all, but with time it got thin and leaky. And what we consider stars are, in fact, holes in this sherd.
The one who covers the earth with a potsherd always wanted to know what was happening on the Earth at night. He looked into the small holes-stars, but things were barely visible. Then he drilled the biggest hole, which we call the Moon, and began to spy on what was going on.
The Night Watcher kept on looking and then decided to write down all these stories, only in his own language, the language of music and dreams. That’s how the "Lunar folk tales" came to be.
Ut queant laxis
Resonare fibris,
Mira gestorum
Famuli tuorum,
Solve polluti
Labii reatum,
Sancte Iohannes.
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Once a nymph named Syrinx arrived on the Moon to gather magical herbs. It so happened that there was also a guest from Sirius there named Pan. He was just like a man, but blue in color, and with green horns. When Pan saw Syrinx, she was dancing amidst moon flowers, singing a wonderful melody, and he immediately fell in love. The nymph was terribly frightened of Pan when she met him and she rushed as he chased her.
At last they reached the Milky Way. Syrinx dove into it and mixed in with the rest of the stars. Pan is still running through the sky along the Milky Way, looking for Syrinx, singing the melody of her wonderful song and peering at each star.
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Doughball’s travels
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Do you know the Russian fairy tale about Doughball - Kolobok? There was an old couple, and one day they made a dough ball, who rolled away from them and was eventually eaten by a fox. But on the moon this story is told differently. Doughball took pity on the old couple for eating plain bread with nothing on it, so Doughball rolled around the world to learn the different ways of baking bread and using various ingredients from his baked relatives.
And so Doughball rolled around the world. In Germany, he met Strudel. They discussed various pie fillings, and Strudel gave him German sausages for the road. In France, Doughball was greeted by two brothers – impressionist painters, - Baguette and Croissant. They talked about the Art of bread dough and gave Doughball French cheeses. In Spain, olives and tomatoes stuck to Doughball’s side, and on his way to Italy Doughball met a traveling circus.
There were a bunny, a wolf, a bear, a fox, and even a trained elephant. The animals took Doughball into their circus to work as a ball. It could have lasted forever, if the elephant hadn’t sat on this ball.
Now Doughball looked mostly like flatbread with food stuck on it. Doughball was not upset, he liked it even more. The circus rode on, and Doughball stayed to sunbathe in the hot Italian sunshine.
And during all this time the old couple stayed at home, hungry and angry. Then somebody called at the door, “Did you order a pizza?” They opened the box - and the pizza looked at them with familiar eyes. That’s when they recognized their Doughball.
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Here's another forest story. It happened in the winter. Far away, in the forest, lived the Wood Goblin. Right next to him, in the swamp, lived Kikimora. He knew that Kikimora was the most beautiful of beauties among the forest creatures. Somehow, before Christmas, Wood Goblin decided to marry Kikimora. But Kikimora gave him a wet and cold shoulder, as he was too scary-looking.
Then the Wood Goblin thought up a tricky thing. Out of swamp ice he made a magic mirror in which everything beautiful and good looked wicked and terrible, and everything ugly and horrible was, on the contrary, made to look beautiful. The Wood Goblin looked at himself in the mirror and almost fell in love with himself, that’s how handsome he became.
“Why do I need Kikimora now”, he thought. “Give me princess Maria!” He turned around and was off. The mirror remained in the middle of the thicket, distorting everything that it reflected.
Nearby, on the edge of the forest, there lived an old man Сrawley with his wife Panaska. Although Panaska was not young, she was still good at housework and everything else. So, before Christmas, she sent Сrawley off into the woods for a Christmas tree.
For a long time Сrawley wandered through the forest, trying to choose a tree. One was curved, the other – low, another one had crooked branches, and another was bent to one side, but in the thickets of the swamp he found a suitable one. He cut down the Christmas tree, threw it on the sledge, and went home.
Suddenly Сrawley saw un ugly face staring at him from under the hummock, horned and shaggy, terrible as death itself. Сrawley’s hair turned grey with fear. It turned out to be the ice mirror that Wood Goblin made, but Сrawley did not recognize himself in it. Well, he was not easily scared, he grabbed an axe, and crushed the mirror.
The mirror scattered into thousands of pieces. One piece hit Сrawley in the eye, another – in the heart.
Сrawley ran through the forest, and it seemed to him that those weren’t fir trees and birches around him, but terrible forest kikimoras and wood goblins were grabbing him by the fur coat, and pulling him by the beard into the wilderness. It was the magic mirror shard beginning to work. He ran up to his hut, and instead of his beautiful wife, he found some kind of a kikimora sitting there.
He wanted to whack her too, but the kikimora stood with hands in the sides, and said, "Have you gone mad, you old creaker?" And she smacked Сrawley with a frying pan between his ears. Sparks showered from his eyes, and, along with them, a piece of the ice mirror fell out. Only then did he see that it was not Kikimora at all, but his beloved wife, Panaska, standing and holding a frying pan in her hands.
Well, they embraced in joy, put up a Christmas tree, and started celebrating Christmas. Only now another trouble came - the splinter came out of his eye, but the one in his heart remained. Hence the proverb "a grey beard, but a lusty heart."
Now on every Christmas Сrawley acts a little weird, and gets bashed with a frying pan between his ears by Panaska. Meanwhile in the swamp, the Wood Goblin yearns for his Kikimora, whom he has never married.
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Blacksmith
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Who brought the berries
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Well, here we are in the woods.
It’s a Russian forest, dense, impassable, with windbreaks, glades, paths running in different directions. Look, you can see someone’s crown over on the glade. Who is that? That’s a little girl, Masha, sent by her mother to pick mushrooms and berries. Well, Masha collects the better berries right into her mouth, and the rest goes into the basket to make jam. And there’s a crackling noise nearby, not far away in a windbreak. Who is there? Mikhal Potapych the bear, the master of the forest, he, too, went to gather raspberries to make some sweet tea for himself. There he is - huge, fat, clumsy, with everything breaking under his weight. He walks around and does not notice anything. Masha walks through the glade, gathers berries, but does not hear the bear.
Masha picked berries, and then got a bit lost. There are many trails, and Masha doesn’t know which one leads home. That’s when Spirit of the forest sent her a bird guide - a nightingale. Masha followed him.
After a while they came to a clearing. And there was a hut at the clearing, well-cut, tightly sewn. Masha went inside the hut, and the inside looked just horrible! The floors are not swept, the dishes are not washed, cobwebs are hanging in the corners, cockroaches and flies everywhere - oh!
Well, Masha is good at homemaking, so she found a broom and started to clean up and sweep the hut. The nightingale helped her, and what a fuss they started! Masha got tired of all the household stuff, and she wanted to sleep. She went into the bedroom, climbed into bed, and fell asleep.
And then the bear Mikhal Potapych set off to go home. He was tired of gathering raspberries and roaming about swamps and the forest. All in all, he crushed more than he collected – he was too awkward. Annoyed and angry, too! His skin was stabbed with burr and nettles, mosquitoes, gadflies and bees kept biting him, oh, he was not a happy bear! He went through the forest, not noticing anything in front of himself. He tramples the shrubs and grass, frogs chomp under his feet. Everything is broken and crushed.
There was a pine tree with a woodpecker sitting on it, and Mikhal Potapych broke his pine. The woodpecker was gone in a flash, and his cap is red with fear now. The cuckoo was cuckooing in the birch forest, counting people's years. The bear broke her birch tree. Up to this day, the cuckoo is so afraid that she has been throwing her eggs into other birds’ nests. The owl, a night resident, just lay down to rest in his tree hollow, tired of his labors, and the bear broke his tree too. The owl was so frightened that his eyes are still round.
And Mikhal Potapych went on, out into the clearing. There in the glade, a tourist was sitting, a bearded man in a patched sweater, drying his socks at the fire, and they stink so badly that the mosquito's eyes are watering. The tourist is sitting on a log, his guitar is shrieking, and he is singing in a terrible voice.
The song made the bear angry, he broke the tourist's guitar, tore the strings, and smashed the bonfire. The tourist ran quickly into the forest, showing a clean pair of heels. Mikhal Potapych went on, and into his hut, yes, his dear hut was right there, but with the door ajar and strange traces leading to it. The bear went into the hut, but the hut was not the same.
The floors are swept, the dishes are washed, the tablecloths and curtains are ironed, no traces of spiders and cockroaches – what a nightmare! Bear went into his bedroom and there... You thought that’s where the fairy tale ends... but no!
That’s when Masha woke up, turned to other side - ah! The bear is there! Masha was frightened at first, and even screamed a little, then looked closely - the Bear was a teddy bear! Then Masha’s mother entered the room, "Why are you screaming, darling? Did you have a bad dream? Hug your teddy bear, and go back to sleep". Well, Masha fell asleep with the bear under her arm. And there’s a basket full of raspberries next to the crib, but no one knows who brought those raspberries.
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Greedy cousin Leprechaun
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Leprechaun is a small and wicked man in a green hat. He is a relative of dwarfs and goblins, and even they consider him too greedy and evil, and aren’t friends with him. Most of all the leprechaun loves gold coins. He collects them in a pot and hides them at the end of the rainbow.
When the night falls, the rainbow disappears, and the panicky leprechaun tries to find and hide his gold reserve elsewhere. He swears and becomes very angry then, and it’s best not to come across him at that moment.
The only thing that can distract the unfortunate creature is a small flute – a tin whistle. If someone plays the tin whistle, the leprechaun will cast away his gold and dance until the music stops.
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Far to the east, there lived a Sultan with his wife Sultanka. And they lived with a peacock named Chicken Ry-aba.
The peacock named Chicken Ry-aba roamed the meadows, gaining strength, and everyone waited for her to finally lay an egg.
And so the peacock named Chicken Ry-aba laid an egg. And it was square!
Sultan beat the egg, but it did not break. Sultanka kicked the egg, and still did not break it. And then the Sultan gathered “all the Sultan's horses, and all the Sultan's men”, and they began to pound the egg with their square hammers, but the egg did not roll, fall down and break, because square eggs do not roll!!!
And then the Sultan sat down and wept, Sultanka sat down and cried. The peacock named Chicken Ry-aba sat down next to them and also began to cry. And all Sultan's horses and Sultan's men put down their square hammers and also began to cry.
So, they cried for three days and three nights. And when on the fourth night Sultan raised his eyes to the sky, he saw a round and yellow moon there that resembled a yolk. Only then the Sultan understood that the eggs should be round! He issued a decree, put a round seal on it, and since then there are no more square eggs in the world.
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Lunar Cape | Мыс Луны Moscow, Russia
"Lunar Cape" exports instrumental music to Earth, clear (as the moon dwellers thought) to a broad earthling audience. Music
that could be a soundtrack to a film, cartoon, video game, or a certain performance.The best way to describe the heart of the matter is the term “Filmusic”.
Release “Lunar Folk Tales” (2019) earned high praise from music media, including PROG MAGAZINE.
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