Wednesday, January 30, 2008

My version of a russian folk tale

a Russian folk tale tells of a Hare who hides under a rock in the middle of the sea. Why is he there? Maybe he needed to be away from millions of brothers and sisters. A shinny duck swims by in wonder and awe, what could this Hare be about, so far out from its burrough? Why is Hare on her favorite rock.. she needs to lay an egg. He looks so sad, she can't just push him off. What is your problem Hare? she asks. I have harboured a deep sorrow for someone, I must solve it to be happy. For their happiness to shine on me and make me happy in return for i never knew happiness. he replied. Who could that be that you would take on so much unto yourself with such empathy? thought the shinny duck, her feathers glowing as the moon began to rise. I hear your thoughts, said the Hare, I sacrificed myself to save the honour of a great man who is deserving of happiness. for he protected my family from obscene peril. mymy said the duck what ever perils could those be, she thought. They began to watch the moon rise. As it rose the duck feathers shone all the brighter. Mymy said the Hare, your feathers may turn ablaze in this dark light. In that moment the moon rose straight above them, the hare thinking of perils grew heavier still, the Ducks feathers did shine brighter than ever. As the Hare shed a tear it reflected the effervescence of the moon sharp in its hover. This sparked a magnification to occur in refracting light and the ducks feathers unpronounced in such matters, she was a young duck, did indeed burst into flames,, as to account for all the heavy atmosphere and her tension in holding in an egg. The Hare also burst out in tears at the shock rectifying the situation by mildly putting out the fire. The Duck, in surmise of the situation knew that such a startler would shake her to lay her egg without control. As she did, and as she was still afloat in the water, the Hare on the rock, the egg released sank to the bottom of the waters. The Hare intuitively reading the Ducks thoughts was quicker than she as she ruffled her singed feathers as the dominoed events rolled over her consuming her now riled state. He dove down to retrieve the egg, his heavy mind pulling him down all the faster. At the bottom he rested with the egg, itself strangely also aglow. So heavy this hare with worry of the Man he could not resurface to bring back the egg to the Duck. I will surely drowned with the worries and the egg, no one will be happy then. The egg glowed before him. The Hare decided to bury his worries that made him so heavy, he dug a hole and blew out all his thoughts through his ears to funnel. He packed away the bubbles from it all, the egg in his paw carefully stowed between claws, he rose up to the surface, speed of light. The duck had seen through the waters what had transpired. How surprised i am at your deed dear Hare! For this is no ordinary egg. It is the egg of the Princess, she has been feeding me the seeds of her dreams in hopes that the egg will help them come true. Indeed it is an egg to behold said the Hare. Let me tell you, as the moon descends its flight, that this man for whom i harboured sorrows, knew of this princess, he himself does love her but in complication of saving my family he was cast into a great monster. Oh, said the duck, perhaps he should have this egg. perhaps, agreed the Hare, but how can we be certain? As the Moon dove down beyond the horizon, the worries that were planted under the water were pulled up in growth and burst through breaking surfaces smooth calm. Whispers escaped without words to confirm that what they imagined to be true. As states the Russian tale;

Russian tales find hare under tree or rock in the middle of the sea, where there is a duck, which contains an egg, the yoke is a solar disc and a precious stone; when it falls in the hands of the young hero the monster will die and he can then marry his love interest/princess.