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You are kind, but sometimes you are angry? The tale of brothers of

In the huge hall, a miracle - the hall,
Where from above flows a moonlight,
A in sun chandeliers a beam sparkles, the Nature brought together by
council.

Once upon a time there was Mother Nature also it had four sons. Four winds. Everything sons were good - both are clever, and are beautiful, and are strong. But are painfully hot and ambitious. Each of them considered that it the most necessary, most important. That only it brings benefit. And if brothers gathered, began to argue. Argue, argue and will quarrel with each other.

Bothered with

to Mother Nature of their quarrel, and she ordered them to be to it to the palace - on a family council. Mother Nature on a throne stone, laid out by kamenye bright sits. The person at mother severe, in the opinion of a lightning sparkle. It is faced by her sons - winds. Worry. Looked down. Know, Mother Nature on trifles will not disturb. Also began Mother to speak:

- Sons my darlings! Rumors began to reach me that you argue and you quarrel on trifles. You are not on friendly terms among themselves. Each of you brags that it main, the most necessary. I do not like it, Mother Nature. Should not be so. I invited you to myself. I want to listen to you, and then I will make the decision.

the First the word was said by the eldest son. It was wide in shoulders and with a white beard.

- I am strong, powerful Winter wind. I, Mother Nature, - the son your darling!

of the Cloud snow, me persecuted,
Pour snow on the woods and fields.
I flaunts in a white
dress the Dressed-up earth. Today a cap I broke
from the boy,
I I pulled out at it from hands books -
I Like to joke a little!
I returned Then it everything,
is a pity for him - it is small.
Ah as it is quickly... escaped!
I Heard the fairy tale yesterday - sad,
I sobbed and I blew - with despair.
swept the Haystack and tore wires. Forgive to
, about Mother that I such,
Today kind wind, tomorrow angry.

was Attentively listened by Mother Nature of the eldest son. Brooded. The second the word was said by the first average son. It was smuglolitsa and chernoglaz.

- I am strong, powerful Summer wind. I, Mother Nature, - the son your darling!

I swing

Ya of a branch of trees,
to Birds I help to fly.
A to girls on knees
I Threw lilac flowers.
of the Boy played a ball. a ball they lost
I.
But blew I slightly -
I a ball flies to the player!
A cruel wind was yesterday.
on the way destroyed Everything.
At the sea caused a whole gale,
was A little played by me with the ship! Forgive to
, about Mother that I such,
Today kind wind, tomorrow angry.

was Attentively listened by Mother Nature of the first average son. Brooded. The third the word was said by the second average son. It was ryzhevolos and goluboglaz.

- I strong, powerful, wind I am Autumn. I, Mother Nature, - the son your darling!

apples I knock down

From branches,
I reap the Crop.
Well, and pears too - a good harvest!
I Rush on a gold horse,
Meets halfway the girl.
autumn presented a bouquet to It,
In a beads from a mountain ash dressed up.
A is drilled recently by me arranged to people,
Uprooted trees.
Even raised a roof. Here people I frightened
! Forgive to
, about Mother that I such,
Today kind wind, tomorrow angry.

was Attentively listened by Mother Nature of the second average son. Brooded. The fourth the word was said by the younger son. It was beautiful and on curls the wreath carried.

- I strong, powerful, wind I am Spring. I, Mother Nature, - the son your darling!

From the earth I break a snow fur coat,
the Grass began to breathe, streams began to flow.
Rooks arrived, brought spring!
Started up a ship I paper,
It for the boy very important.
the Ship on water floats
I to the countries distant calls!
Was I wind angry yesterday,
On the yard carried linen. I with people played
In games -
of the Hat and scarfs broke. Forgive to
, about Mother that I such,
Today kind wind, tomorrow angry.

was Attentively listened by Mother Nature of the younger son. Brooded. And then Mother Nature told:

- Sons my good, sons my nice. I you equally love all. Courageous you at me, dexterous, skillful. Different such. Yes, there are you angry. But the rage passes quickly, there is only a good. Listen to my decision - between themselves have to be on friendly terms, to you together long to live. Everything you forgive each other, embrace rather!

were Listened by brothers - the winds Mat-Prirodu, strong embraced. And then Mothers bowed from the waist and hurried on the affairs. And Mother Nature rejoices that sons reconciled. When children between themselves are on friendly terms, mothers are happy.

Siberian