There is an aul near Kazan called Kyrlay.
Even the chickens in that Kyrlay can sing... Wonderful land!

Even though I didn’t come from there, I kept my love for him,
He worked on the land - he sowed, reaped and harrowed.

Is he reputed to be a big village? No, on the contrary, it’s small
And the river, the pride of the people, is just a small spring.

This forest side is forever alive in my memory.
The grass spreads out like a velvety blanket.

The people there never knew either cold or heat:
In its turn the wind will blow, in its turn the rain will blow
will do.

From raspberries and strawberries everything in the forest is motley,
You pick up a bucket full of berries in an instant.

I often lay on the grass and looked at the heavens.
The endless forests seemed like a formidable army to me.

Pines, lindens and oaks stood like warriors,
Under the pine tree there is sorrel and mint, under the birch tree there are mushrooms.

How many blue, yellow, red flowers are there?
intertwined
And from them the fragrance flowed into the sweet air.

Moths flew away, arrived and landed,
It was as if the petals were arguing with them and making peace.

Bird chirping, sonorous babble were heard in the silence
And they filled my soul with piercing joy.

There is music, and dancing, and singers, and circus performers,
There are boulevards, and theaters, and wrestlers, and violinists!

This fragrant forest is wider than the sea, higher than the clouds,
Like the army of Genghis Khan, noisy and powerful.

And the glory of my grandfather’s names rose before me,
And cruelty, and violence, and tribal strife.

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I depicted the summer forest, but my verse has not yet sung
Our autumn, our winter and young beauties,

And the joy of our celebrations, and the spring Sabantuy...
O my verse, don’t disturb my soul with memories!

But wait, I was daydreaming... There is paper on the table...
I was going to tell you about the tricks of the Shural.

I’ll start now, reader, don’t blame me:
I lose all reason as soon as I remember Kyrlay.

Of course, in this amazing forest
You will meet a wolf, and a bear, and a treacherous fox.

Here hunters often see squirrels,
It will rush by gray hare, then a horned elk will flash.
There are many secret paths and treasures here, they say.
There are many terrible animals and monsters here, they say.

There are many fairy tales and beliefs circulating around native land
And about genies, and about peris, and about terrible shurals.

Is this true? The ancient forest is endless, like the sky,
And no less than in the sky, there may be miracles in the forest.

I will begin my short story about one of them,
And - such is my custom - I will sing poetry.

One night, when the moon glides shining through the clouds,
A horseman went from the village to the forest to get firewood.

He arrived quickly on the cart, immediately took up the ax,
Here and there, trees are being cut down, and all around is a dense forest.
As often happens in summer, the night was fresh and humid.
Because the birds were sleeping, the silence grew.
The woodcutter is busy with work, you know he’s knocking, knocking,
For a moment the enchanted horseman forgot.
Chu! Some kind of terrible scream is heard in the distance.
And the ax stopped in the swinging hand.

And our nimble woodcutter froze in amazement.
He looks and doesn’t believe his eyes. Who is this? Human?
A genie, a robber or a ghost, this crooked freak?
How ugly he is, involuntarily takes over fear.
The nose is curved like a fishhook,
Arms and legs are like branches, they will intimidate even a daredevil.
The eyes flash angrily, burning in the black hollows.
Even during the day, let alone at night, this look will frighten you.

He looks like a man, very thin and naked,
The narrow forehead is decorated with a horn the size of our finger.
His fingers are half arshin long and crooked, -
Ten fingers ugly, sharp, long
and straight.

And looking into the eyes of the freak that lit up like two fires,
The woodcutter asked bravely: “What do you want from me?”

“Young horseman, don’t be afraid, robbery doesn’t attract me,
But although I am not a robber, I am not a righteous saint.

Why, when I saw you, did I let out a cheerful cry?
Because I'm used to killing people with tickles.

Each finger is adapted to tickle more viciously,
I kill a man by making him laugh.

Come on, move your fingers, my brother,
Play tickle with me and make me laugh!”

“Okay, I’ll play,” the woodcutter answered him.
Only on one condition... Do you agree or not?

“Speak up, little man, please be bolder,
I will accept all the conditions, but let’s play quickly!”

“If so, listen to me, how do you decide -
I don't care.
Do you see a thick, big and heavy log?
Forest spirit! Let's work together first,
Together you and I will carry the log onto the cart.
Did you notice a large gap at the other end of the log?
Hold the log there tightly, all your strength is needed!..”

The shurale glanced sideways at the indicated place.
And, not disagreeing with the horseman, the shurale agreed.

He put his long, straight fingers into the mouth of the log...
Sages! Do you see the simple trick of a woodcutter?

The wedge, previously plugged, is knocked out with an axe,
By knocking out, he carries out a clever plan in secret.

Shurale does not move, does not move his hand,
He stands there, not understanding the clever invention of people.

So a thick wedge flew out with a whistle and disappeared into the darkness...
The fingers of the shurale got pinched and remained in the gap.

Shurale saw the deception, Shurale screams and yells.
He calls his brothers for help, he calls the forest people.

With a repentant prayer he says to the horseman:
“Have mercy, have mercy on me! Let me go, horseman!

I will never offend you, horseman, or my son.
I will never touch your entire family, O man!

I won't offend anyone! Do you want me to take an oath?
I will tell everyone: “I am a friend of the horseman. Let him walk
In the woods!"

It hurts my fingers! Give me freedom! Let me live
on the ground!
What do you want, horseman, for profit from the torment of the shurale?”

The poor fellow cries, rushes about, whines, howls, he is not himself.
The woodcutter doesn’t hear him and is getting ready to go home.

“Won’t the cry of a sufferer soften this soul?
Who are you, who are you, heartless? What's your name, horseman?

Tomorrow, if I live to see our brother,
To the question: “Who is your offender?” - whose name will I say?

“So be it, I’ll say, brother. Don't forget this name:
I am nicknamed “The Thoughtful One”... And now -
It's time for me to go."

Shurale screams and howls, wants to show strength,
He wants to break out of captivity and punish the woodcutter.

"I will die. Forest spirits, help me quickly!
The villain pinched me, he destroyed me!”

And the next morning the Shurales came running from all sides.
“What's wrong with you? Are you crazy? What are you upset about, fool?

Calm down! Shut up! We can't stand the screaming.
Pinched in the past year, what are you doing this year?
are you crying?

- END -

Tatar folk tale with pictures. Illustrations: K Kamaletdinov

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There was a brave woodcutter in one village.

One winter he went to the forest and began chopping wood. Suddenly Shurale appeared in front of him.

-What's your name, little man? - asks Shurale.

“My name is Byltyr**,” the woodcutter answers.

“Come on, Byltyr, let’s play,” says Shurale.

“I don’t have time to play right now,” the woodcutter answers. - I won’t play with you!

Shurale got angry and shouted:

- Ah well! Well, then I won’t let you out of the forest alive!

The woodcutter sees it - it’s bad.

“Okay,” he says. “I’ll play with you, just help me split the deck first.”

The woodcutter hit the deck with an ax once, hit it twice and said:

“Put your fingers into the gap so it doesn’t get pinched until I hit you a third time.”

Shurala stuck his fingers into the crack, and the woodcutter pulled out an ax. Then the deck closed tightly and pinched Shurale’s fingers. That's all the woodcutter needed. He collected his firewood and quickly left for the village. And let Shurala shout to the whole forest:

- Byltyr pinched my fingers!.. Byltyr pinched my fingers!..

Other shurale came running to the cry and asked:

- What's happened? Who pinched it?

- Byltyr pinched! - Shurale answers.

“If that’s the case, we can’t help you,” other shurale say. “If this happened today, we would help you.” Since this happened last year, where can you find it now? You're stupid! You should have shouted not now, but last year!

But stupid Shurale could not really explain anything to them.

They say that Shurale put the deck on his back and still carries it on himself, and he shouts loudly:

- Byltyr pinched my fingers!

* Shurale - goblin.

** Byltyr - last year

But wait, I was daydreaming... There's paper on the table...

I was going to tell you about the tricks of the Shural.
G. Tukay "Shurale"

In Kazan, near the theater. Kamala cultural composition "Riddles of Shurale".
Shurale -famous character Tatar and Bashkir fairy tales. Something like a goblin that tickles lonely travelers in the forest with its long fingers to death.

How would it be now? you said "cults" y" Tatar poet Gabdulla Tukay wrote the poem "Shurale" based on folks fairy tales. I remember her very well from childhood.

A young woodcutter met a cunning shurale in the forest.
He looks and doesn’t believe his eyes. Who is this? Human?
A genie, a robber or a ghost, this crooked freak?

Shurale is a classic "trickster" - a deity, demon, human or anthropomorphic animal who commits “hooliganism” or, in any case, disobeys general rules behavior. As a rule, he is the antipode of a hero, an antihero.

He looks like a man, very thin and naked,

The narrow forehead is decorated with a horn the size of our finger.

His fingers are half arshin long and crooked, -

Ten fingers ugly, sharp, long

and straight.

The young man is not afraid, but also does not get into trouble.

And looking into the eyes of the freak that lit up like two fires,
The woodcutter asked bravely: “What do you want from me?”

I want to play a game with you

Each finger is adapted to tickle more viciously,
I kill a man by making him laugh.
Come on, move your fingers, my brother,
Play tickle with me and make me laugh!

The key point is to understand the Tatar mentality.

A horseman does not enter into an open fight with an opponent who is superior to him.
As the hero from Russian fairy tales might have done. He is smart.

“Okay, I’ll play,” the woodcutter answered him, Only on one condition...

Forest spirit! Let's work together first,

Together you and I will carry the log onto the cart.

Did you notice a large gap at the other end of the log?

Hold the log there tightly, all your strength is needed!..

Fight fire with fire.

The shurale glanced sideways at the indicated place.

And, not disagreeing with the horseman, the shurale agreed.

His fingers were long and straight and he placed them in the mouth of the log...

Sages! Do you see the simple trick of a woodcutter?

The wedge, previously plugged, is knocked out with an axe,

By knocking out, he carries out a clever plan in secret. --

Shurale does not move, does not move his hand,

He stands there, not understanding the clever invention of people.

Checkmate, shurale!

So a thick wedge flew out with a whistle and disappeared into the darkness...
The fingers of the shurale got pinched and remained in the gap.
Shurale saw the deception, Shurale screamed and yelled.
He calls his brothers for help, he calls the forest people.
With a repentant prayer he says to the horseman:
“Have mercy, have mercy on me! Let me go, horseman!

Ivan the Terrible, in the 16th century, defeated the Kazan Khanate, which became part of Russia.
Since then, the Tatars have not undertaken active uprisings. However, they realized that their goals and well-being can be achieved in other, less radical, but more effective ways.
The President of Tatarstan Mintemir Shaimiev, like the leaders of many regions, once managed to take as much sovereignty as he could. However, Tatarstan, unlike other regions, then did not lose republican property, but also increased it.
All major assets - oil, petrochemicals, energy - belong to owners within the republic, and not to “Muscovites”
In addition, they learned how to work with large federal projects, which are the engines of the economy. Having worked out the technology on the reconstruction of dilapidated housing, the Millennium of Kazan, then the Universiade, then they can’t stop and make Innopolis.This is one of the regions where e-government truly works.

Why beg the feds for money if you can come up with something that Moscow itself will ask to take, and even set as an example for others?:)

The Tatar horseman, pretending to be a simpleton, did not argue and fight, but pinched Shurala’s fingers.

The sculptural composition "Riddles of Shurale" was donated by MegaFon to the city of Kazan in August 2011

Theatrical performance based on the fairy tale “Shurale” by G. Tukay

Target: to form in children knowledge about one of the genres of folklore - folk tales.
Tasks: develop the ability to recognize fairy tales and their characters;
cultivate a love of oral folk art, to the author's fairy tales;
cultivate such qualities as mutual assistance, camaraderie, friendliness, honesty, justice.

The roles of Lumberjack and Shurale are played by adults (parents, teachers), and chickens and birds are played by children.

Fairy tale "Shurale".

Chickens coming out"

(“sing, open the show”)
Is he reputed to be a big village? No, on the contrary, it’s small
slide number 3
And the river, the pride of the people, is just a small spring.
The people there never knew either cold or heat:
In its turn the wind will blow, and in its turn the rain will come.
slide number 4
From raspberries and strawberries everything in the forest is motley,
You pick up a bucket full of berries in an instant.
Slide No. 5
How many blue, yellow, red flowers are intertwined there,
slide number 6

Bird chirping, sonorous babble were heard in the silence
And they filled my soul with piercing joy.

"Dance of the Birds"

"Dance Shurale"

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