Текст песни DEBO - Сила Богини Макошь
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ДОЛГОЖИТЕЛЬ
Отправилась как-то Мокошь в странствие, поглядеть, как люди живут, и попался ей навстречу по дороге работник, который отошел от хозяина. Сел этот прохожий закусить, а к нему и напрашивается неведомая красавица, чтоб разделил с нею хлеб-соль. Поели они.
- Вот тебе за то награда: иди в это село, найди там богатую девушку-сиротку, бери ее за себя замуж. А я даю тебе сто лет веку, - сказала Моко According to the beliefs of the ancient Slavs, Mokosh is a goddess, influencing people almost equal to Perun. It was the personification of the Mother of the Crusty Earth, as well as the daughter of Perun, turning in certain beliefs to the moon. It was like a mediator between heaven and earth. Women wove wreaths in her honor in the new moon and burned fires, asking for luck in love and family life. This veneration is preserved in later legends, where Mokosh acts in the role of fate. She was portrayed with a horn of cornucopia. It could be surrounded by mermaids, who were ordered to irrigate the fields. Being the goddess of fertility, Mokosh in the form of a woman with a big head and elongated with her long arms personified the interaction of the forces of the earth and the sky. She was the patroness of the rain - and at the same time small livestock, goats and sheep, even the legend remained: "Sheep, like she does not cut her hair, still sometimes rubs a bald patch, then they say: Mokosh has cut out." In general, she patronized women and their affairs, as well as trade. Over time, under her rule, the "Indian kingdom" completely passed, and Mokosh began to represent all the same long-legged, bigheaded woman spinning at night in the hut: beliefs are forbidden to leave a tow, or Mokosh will retreat. However, if a woman managed to please the goddess, that night she prepared for her a ready-made thread, spun on the marvelously even. In this image of the ancient goddess of women's crafts merged with the image of Friday, which they sacrificed, throwing yarn into the well, tow; The name of such a rite - "mokrid", like the name Mokosh, is associated with the words "wet", "wet". This is how women prayed to Friday about rain: when the time of harvest comes, one of the village old women, light on hand and known to all this dignity, goes to the field at night and reaps the first sheaf. Having connected it, she puts her on the ground and prays Friday three times to help the servants of God (she will remember all the women of her village, on whom, according to the master's custom, the duty of the harvesting is). The old woman asks for an end without sorrows and illnesses of hard work, praying Friday to be a defender of dashing people, especially those who know how to make bends. Then she takes her sheaf and, stealthily from all, carries it to her hut. Any meeting with this is an unkind sign. Friday is also revered as the goddess of female needlework, especially yarn. She was very strict that on Friday women did not touch work. Those who violated this custom, severely punished. It's not for nothing that she walks on the ground with Death, and therefore, it happens, she immediately puts her fingers in her arms or puts her arms and ankle in her back. Everyone can see Friday, and whoever has seen - he well recognized that this is still a young woman. Sometimes she pities and rewards, but at other times severely punishes. One woman who did not honor her and worked, she simply tore off the skin from her body and hung it on the same mill on which she weaved the canvas. Like Mokosha, the embodiment of the Earth, Friday is the patroness of the deceased souls, miserable and poor in all of ancient Russia, and beside these churches (usually built on the hem, near rivers and water itself) in all places a poor brotherhood with its huts and lairs settled. Where there was no water, there certainly dug wells and ponds. The night spirit of Mokusha is similar to Mokoshya. She goes about spinning her hair at night and shearing sheep. They do not see it, but at night they hear the rumbling of the spindle when it works. Going out of the house, snaps the spindle against the bar, on the floor. If she is unhappy with the mistress, she cuts off her hair. Mokusha is somewhat reminiscent of a kikimora. Her and the nits are also related to her - the female mythical creatures that are told in Ukraine that at night, especially on Fridays, they knock and stagger in the huts; The women are afraid that they will not unscrew all the flax, and hide their towels from them.
THE DEVIL
Once Mokosh went on a journey, to see how people live, and an employee came to meet her on the way, who left his master. This passer-by sat down to have a snack, and to him an unknown beauty begs to share bread and salt with her. They ate.
"Here's the reward for you: go to this village, find a rich orphan girl there, take her for yourselves." And I give you a hundred years, "said Moko.
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