Sergey Zagraevsky
Cyril’s tales about Israel
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Annotation
Kirill small boy, a son of the artist
Sergei Zagraevsky. Looking at the picture of her dad,
dedicated to
The book is intended for children of
preschool age.
I am an artist, and my son's name is Kirill.
He lives in
And then once he saw my paintings dedicated to
- Daddy, you been in this country?
- Yes, of course.
- Many times?
- A lot.
Because Kirill now teaches the names of
months, he began to ask:
- In January " was you up there?
- Yes.
- And in February?
- Yes.
- In March?..
Realizing that Kirill will not stop until you
reach of December, I asked him:
"Look at my picture, there
But Kirill said:
- No, just a signature is boring and uninteresting. You have in the
paintings everything is so fabulous, so let for every picture is not signed,
but the whole tale.
Then I suggested to him:
"Come, I will talk about what is depicted, as you've already invent
stories.
Kirill agreed. And
the next day we started: I - to show your pictures and tell about
January
On this picture, Kirill, shows
"What is religion? asked Kirill.
Is when people believe in God and pray in the temples. And because
people believe differently, and religion are different.
For Kirishi questions of faith in God still
too complicated, so he asked:
- You, me, dad, once said that
In
- Falls and lies until spring, as we do in
- No, in
- How is the snow, probably hurt so quickly melt - decided Kirill and told the tale.
Jerusalem snow disturbed that lies only a few days, and envied Moscow
snow, which can lie all winter and not to melt. And Kirill
said to him:
"Don't fret! The main thing that you fell when
And the snow immediately calmed down. So, Kirill
and his dad helped
February
- This painting is called "the
- The skyscrapers are called so because scratching the sky? "asked
the son. - And the sky is not ruined by this?
- No, of course. I once explained that the sky is infinite, and no
houses before it can get. So skyscrapers are called so only for fun.
- Of course, dad. Then I will tell you a story about a great big
skyscrapers in tel Aviv.
In tel Aviv many different houses - large or
small, and high and low. And here were built most of the most high, called
skyscrapers. All other houses thought that the new skyscraper will be really
scrape the sky, and they were unhappy that the sky above tel-Aviv
will be scratched and ugly.
But time passed, all new skyscrapers were built, and the sky was still
clear. And somehow in February, one of the little house said skyscrapers:
- And can we make friends?
- Yes, we don't mind, " replied the skyscrapers. - Let's be
friends, to our common city of tel Aviv was
beautiful, and it was cozy and comfortable.
And all the houses in tel Aviv became friends.
March
On this picture, Kirill depicted Judean
desert, beginning from
The son looked at the picture and asked:
- What a desert? Desert must be empty, and there so many flowers!
Is this in the Judean desert is only one month a year. Usually in March.
At this time in the desert bloom many colors. And then begins the heat, the
flowers fall, dry herbs, and there are only stones. And so until next March.
Kirill at first did
not like that in the desert almost the whole year only stones, but he thought
about it and said that's what fairy tale:
Once in March of flowers in the Judean desert decided not to wither and
stay for the whole year. But the desert is said to them:
- But how? I will then cease to be a waste!
- So what? Will be called something different. For example, "Tzvetina".
"No, I like my name. And like that whole year I was empty and
lifeless, but the month when everything blooms, is a real treat! So odcvicite, flowers, and I'll see you next year!
And flowers have done so.
April
When Kirill saw my April picture of the
Israeli flag on
- Six point star of David, the emblem of
"Who is David?
- In the long ago days in
- And five-pointed stars are there?
"Yes, " I said, and drew such a star.
- And seven?
- Yes, and this draw.
- And eight?.. And nine?..
Kirill such as:
don't stop for anything. When I had to draw for him ten-pointed star, I finally
said:
"Enough about the stars, let's better I'll tell you about the Eilat. This is the southernmost point of Israel, there is
always a very warm, even in winter, when in
But Kirill still more interested in the stars,
so he is not listened about mountain Shlomo and began
to tell the tale.
The stars are the five-pointed, a six -, seven -, and so on. Even a
ten-pointed. And king David could not choose for your shield any of them,
because he was afraid to offend the others. And he, that no star was hurt, drawed them all to pieces, and then closed his eyes and
randomly pointed to one of them. And had the six-point. The king was very glad,
as it is such a star he always liked. So since this star and remained on the
Israeli flag.
May
"And this is drawn ruins of an ancient fortress Arsuf,
" I said to Kirill. - Once in ancient times,
this castle was taken, and then destroyed, and it so happened that the walls of
the fortress fell into the sea. So they have since there and lie about them is
broken surf.
- And in what month it was?
- I wrote this picture in may.
"I don't mean the picture, and about the destruction of the walls,
" said the son.
- No one knows, it's been too long. Even a year is unlikely to
accurately known, but it is now a month - and even more so.
- How is that nobody knows? - thought Kirill.
Is it bad when no one knows. Have a tale to tell about it.
There are a lot of unknown. Now even the Pope, who knows all, many
things doesn't know either. But people want to know more, and for this study. I
also learn a lot and read, and write, to draw, to play the piano, and many more
things. And maybe when I grow up, I'll know more than my dad. And even,
perhaps, know what I mean, nobody now knows. For example, in what month
destroyed the Israeli wall of the fortress Arsuf.
June
- Netanya is a city on the
- See. Why are these cities - Arab? asked Kirill.
- Because in these cities live people, who are called by the Arabs. And
in Netanya, as in all
- And why the lights from the Arabs so little?
- Because their cities are not as bright and beautiful as Jewish Netanya.
I thought, Kirill will ask another,
"why", but he immediately began to tell the tale.
Fountain in Netanya works day and night,
without ceasing. It highlights the multi-colored lamps, and he is so beautiful
as the picture of my dad. And all they admire.
And Arab cities around the gray and boring. And once Kirill
asked his friend the good witch:
- It's not fair when in Netanya there is such
a fountain as in Arab cities - no. Can you wave a magic wand and make these
fountains were and the Arabs?
"I can't, " replied the sorceress. - Do you, Kirill, the Pope was explained that if the magicians will
be to do everything for the people, people will fail and become lazy?
- He explained.
- Let the Arabs themselves make their city as beautiful as Netanya. And when you do, and they will have beautiful
colored fountains.
July
Is, Kirill, view of the sea of Galilee from the
surrounding heights, called the Golan. The lake is in a deep depression, and in
the summer, especially in July, there is no wind, and very hot. I actually love
and well deal with the heat, but once on the sea of Galilee even to me it was
hard. And the Golan heights remind about wars between
- Can I tale about the war will come up with? asked Kirill.
- Tales should be kind, and war is evil.
"And I'll try to think up a good story.
- Well try.
Kirill for a long
time thought, and then said:
"No, I can't think of a good story about the war. Let's talk about
the heat.
In summer in the sea of Galilee is very hot. And then one day in July of
my dad when he wrote picture on the lake, said the heat:
- Can you be weaker? And just unbearable.
And the heat asked:
"You have told many times to his son Cyril, that this man should be
patient?
- Many times.
- Well, be patient now, since you're a real man.
And dad suffered.
August
- Petah Tikva is a big city near tel Aviv. This town is famous for its huge market where
they sell a lot of different fruits. I drew. In August.
- And what is this strange inscription on the picture? asked Kirill.
Is my name in Hebrew. And the year when I wrote this picture.
The son already heard that in
- And why the language spoken in
Because that's the name of this language. He called Hebrew or just
Jewish. All languages everywhere are called differently. In
"It is difficult, " said Kirill and
invented a tale.
There are many, many different languages. Their language is, every
country, and there are countries where several languages. And very many people
know several languages, without this it is difficult to travel to different
countries. When I grow up, too, will know different languages.
And in the forest by animals same thing: the Fox speaks its own, Fox
language, hare - hare, bear on the bear. And if they want to understand each
other, they also teach languages. Bear, for example, said on Fox and wolf. And the
hare he does not say, as the spot for him too little about what to talk to him?
And the hare but we speak the language of bees, because friends with bees and
often goes to visit them. And the language of the butterflies he knows well.
And so on. If all the animals to tell who is friends with whom and who their
tongues knows, you get too long.
September
On this picture, Kirill, represented a huge
valley
- And what is so special in this valley, that you love her like that?
asked Kirill.
- Nothing. Just love, because long lived there and all its traveled by
car, by bus, by Bicycle. Still remember all her paths and alleys. And in
General, isn love for something? Now you, Kirill, I love not for something, but simply because you
are my son.
Kirill long
thought, then said:
"Then I'll tell you a tale about love.
Daddy loves me because I am his son. And
And one day a delicious candy, which I love very much, asked:
- And whom, Kirill, do you like - my father,
mother or me?
And I answered:
"Dad explained to me that such issues even cannot set! Love to
Papa, love for the mother and the love of sweets - is quite different!
October
- At the
Quite no life? asked Kirill.
- You can say, no. Neither fish nor waterfowl, nor any other living
creatures.
"But you, dad, swam in the sea?
- Yes.
- And other people there bathe?
- Yes, of course. A lot of people. Salt of this sea is very useful for
health.
"Then what is it dead? - surprised Kirill
and told the tale.
The dead sea is very offended that his so called, because actually no
it's not dead. And once in October, it asked my dad when he was there and wrote
his picture:
- How to make so that I was not Dead, but Alive?
"I'll ask Kiryusha, when you will return
to
And now my dad and I think that advise the sea. On the one hand, to be
called Dead really hurt. On the other hand, everyone is already used to the
fact that the sea is called, and to install new name difficult. So far, my dad
and nothing came up, and offered now to think all readers of this book: how to
be called this sea - Dead or Alive?
November
Bahaism is a strange
belief in God, I don't even quite realize what it is, " said I to the son.
"But around the main Church of this faith, which is located in
Kirill, like all
boys of his age, not quite understand what faith in God, and to the Baha'i
faith in him, frankly, a little. But the tale he told.
Gathered together a lot of trees and flowers, and they began to think
where they would grow. And they liked the gardens in
- Only called these gardens strangely, " said one of the trees.
Even pronounce the word can't.
- It is also some kind of faith, what it is, too, do not understand,
" said another tree.
And one intelligent flower they replied:
- What's the difference, what is faith and what's the name! The main
thing - gardens good. So let's all together there to grow and to please those
who arrives!
December
- In the North of Israel there are real mountains, which are called Hermon, - I showed Kirill its
December picture.
- This can only be in a fairy tale, " said Kirill
and concluded:
The main tale of
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Sergey Zagraevsky