Magic thread — Tale

Magic thread - Tale

Rekut … others, that, de, vanished — vanished in centuries past, the water in the sand left Veda Ancient.
What is not reborn so it is more in the world of Russian, will not rise dawn clear, not light a fire ardent Heart Prophetic Slavic Rusich. Black God now because his hand is stretched out over Russia, chuzhebesiem eclipsed many cunning eyes, a shade of black — a cross — fell to the ground … and rushes — flies out of my chest, but once in ancient times our happened:

"Being a free Russia?


Native Gods!
Do you hear? Answer!
Answer, conjure: be it Russia? "…

Wander through the fields so forests Slavic two pilgrim perekhozhie — yes old alike. Go-wander — this conversation are:
— Father! Seest whether the gods your family? — Asks the junior senior.
— Behold, the Son! — Senior responds.
— What are they, Father?
— Our gods, son, yes eyes invisible visible, incorporeal vsevidny yes: that is — if the winds are violent, then — though ardent lights, then — if the water tender, then — like our Earth — generous! They are everywhere and in everything, everywhere and nowhere … Then — like a song in the distance — name somewhere, attract broad expanse of fields, that — like the morning dawn — from the dream of a century, the heavy wake, then — like youth pushed — yearning heart contracts, then — like ancient memory — irresistible force breathe! .. Hark! Can you hear the thunder in the distance? Strong God — Warrior Sky announces the beginning of a new time! For the end time is black, great change is coming — is rising in Russia Righteous Force, Kako and Rod Himself from century was laid …

Out of the darkness … the centuries, from the time immemorial — stretches, weaves magic thread that ties together the grandparents with grandchildren, the past with the future, the gods in common with us, their descendants. And this is called a thread — Generic Memory …

Rekut others, that, de, was lost long ago thread of the ancient, forgotten all — have renounced their grandchildren Dazhdbozhii Roots. What can not fly Russian soul light birds on the sky, not to sing songs calls as it once was … "almost new Faith doing? — They ask us, stepping menacingly. — To honor God but Christ the Jewish Zhidovinov not honor their gods? Ali immensely arrogant — if not prompted by a stranger, but his mind want to live? Burn you for being wicked, in hell — with Satan so Aggol it! .. "

"You're lying, burr! — We answer them. — Not to interrupt the thread of the ancient and will not stop ever! For even in the darkest of times, when burned alive in log cabins Magi Russian, moaning when his native land from the raging alien scum — remembered and honored our nation of the ancient clans of Aboriginal, Ancestor glorious sacred covenants. After all, even their holidays you could not come up — to our Aboriginal Svyatodnyam their ascribed! And do not let the Greek Jewish chuzhebesie pleased at heart of Russian carols, but for baths, but on Shrove widely, but on Krasnaya Gorka, but on the other Svyatodni Light-Russian, and the gods of our family, koi under assumed names with the people left! Taco same lie you know that, de, "new" Faith, we are creating now, because we are following in the paths of his ancestors, on Earth Light-Russian centuries lived — cause its rights Vyšna vertex rights Yes Native Gods by native Russian fame — and even in the dark ages chuzhevlastya, you set, the Holy Faith (Veda) ancestors were able to save so festivals folk beliefs, songs of fairy tales, yes, but in embroidery thread oberezhnoy, solar, but in many other things, and what you name it! It does not try as hard you do not break the thread of the ancient — it did not work so you will not continue! You know, stupid, that the Russian people still alive, shall live and Vera (the Veda) it! It is you in our land — the uninvited guests! So if you have faith (Veda) of our study? .. "

Wander along the roads … Russian Land pilgrim perekhozhie two — yes old alike. They carry with them a bag Peremetnoe Tyagoyu earth's yes BOOK unburned birch bark that far-century from the most immemorial Iria Heaven was brought Birds prophetic, brought — yes people given; given to people, but hidden until the time …

— What is written in this book? — You ask.
Then smile at strangers, reveal ancient doschki will read — proclaimed to the world:

IT IS TIME
Sunrise
BE RUSSIA!
Glory to Russia!

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