The velveteen rabbit.
A boy had a toy. It was a velveteen rabbit. Boy loved so much. And they never parted with him. But sometimes he was put with the other toys in the nursery and could listen to their stories about Real Things. «What is Real?» he asked the Wooden Horse who had lived a very long life.
«Real isn’t how you are made. It’s a thing that happens to you. When a child really loves you for a long time, then you become Real. It doesn’t happen all at once. It takes a long time. But once you are real, you’ll never become unreal again», explained the Wooden Horse.
And once when the Boy was called away to go out to some tea, the Rabbit was left alone on the law. Boy couldn't find him and was crying all night.
«Fancy all this fuss for a toy!» said his mother. «He isn’t a toy! He’s real!»
The little Rabbit heard him say that magic word and he knew that what the Wooden Horse had said to him had become true at last.
But once boy become ill with a Scarlett fever. Time passed and the Boy got better and was allowed to get up. It only remained to carry out the doctor’s orders.
All the books and toys that the Boy had played with had to be burnt. So, the little Rabbit was put into a sack with old books and a lot of rubbish. He felt so lonely and so miserable that a tear, a real tear fell to the ground.
Saint Valentine’s Day.
Every February, 14, flowers, and gifts are exchanged between loved ones, all in the name of St. Valentine. But who is this mysterious saint and why do we celebrate this holiday?
The history of Valentine’s Day is shrouded in mystery. St. Valentine’s Day contains vestiges of both Christian and ancient Roman tradition. There are many legends about Saint Valentine and the origins of the holiday.
Russian history of the day of lovers.
Everyone knows the story on the Valentine's day holiday. His entire backstory is full of bloody killings and persecutions of loving couples. English holiday Lovers on turnover, was born from a beautiful, heart-warming story of Peter and the Fevron′i.
In the early middle ages. Standing on the beautiful and stately city Rus-Moore. And that has happened to him is trouble. The swoop was Moore's three snakes headdress.Burning the fields and Woods, was stealing small children. Most snakes huffed. And decided to steal, the wife of the Prince of Murom-Paul. In the duel with kite, brother of Prince – Peter. Long hitting his Peter. And day and night and day again. Finally won. Holiday arranged over the entire city. Not long, joy was sickened Peter. Bitten by a snake during battle his poisonous saliva.
Peter was ill for a long time. Nobody can cure it. Visited healers from all countries overseas. Could not save him.
The sadness was Prince. Has already begun to mourn and to say goodbye to a brother. And that's brought him tidings of travelers. The Earth is a tiny village of Ryazan. Healer, lives there all the helps and poor and rich people.
Went to Peter in Ryazan lands. Found the village entered the House. Met the girl-beauty. -Fevron′â. Told about trouble his servants. And Fevron′â them and meets
-Will help you if I marry Prince will take over or else the Lord will give strength to the healing ...
The Prince was surprised, but agreed. Fevron′â sent it to the bath and gave a kvass healthful. Otparili the Prince into the bath, anointed kvass.
And it became easier for him, sore began to fall away. The Prince was glad and went away. Didn't have time to get to Murom as ill sgubila it again. Dropped it in the Pushcha old passion. The older brother had learned about everything and became Peter's rebuke! Girl keep it gave his word, and sent to Ryazan matchmakers.
Obvenčali them. Time went by and in love with Peter at Fevron′û. Prior to that she was a pretty, smart, caring. To all farmers kind. Yes but not her love. Jealous wife that Boyar idle girl became Duchess.
Peter's older brother died. And Became the couple manage Muromom. Healed in kindness and justice.
Has senility. And decided to leave spouses from the worldly life. Before leaving in a remote monastery. Pray to God that gave them a death in one day.
And now, Peter dies. Sends a monk in a convent. Tell the Fevron′e that would be hasty. Fevron′â lick Virgin embroidered. Meets gontsa-let my husband I will wait still a little work left.Finished embroidery, she closed her eyes and hurtled back her soul after soul of Peter. However, their bodies were killed.