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first chapter tells about the life-affirming song of the Morning Dawn – mother Zaryanichka. Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.

The text of the song tells about the beauty of the early morning, that the predawn mist left droplets of moisture on the grass and flowers, called dew, grass and flowers showered with these droplets of moisture are very beautiful at sunrise, but the dew will evaporate from the grasses and flowers from the warm sunny rays, and is sung in the song «Wake up the Earth from fogs and grew». In the song it is sung about the beauty of white birches and their thin branches, comparing them with silk threads, with silk braids, about which it is sung and in the song «Braid, tidy the silk birch braids». The words of the song are turned to the Earth, so that it meets the sunrise, as it is sung in the song:

«Wake up, Earth, grow from mists and grow, Braid, tidy up the silk of birch braids».

Also, in the song it is sung that the sun rises for everything that is on Earth:

«For children and flowers, For animals and chicks, For a blade of grass, any …».

And the song says that all that is around us is our planet Earth and the sun rises for our beautiful planet Earth.

The song is called the song of life, because it carries love for everything around us, the world in which there is a place for everyone: all of humanity, all plants, all birds, all animals and animals both on earth and in the seas and oceans, the whole plant and living world of the planet has a place on our beautiful planet Earth: «dear Earth».

Readers will also meet the friends of the Morning Dawn and Zaryanichka.

With Zaryanichka herself, the little daughter of the Morning Dawn, readers will meet in the second chapter.

Beginning of the first chapter.

Nature has slept and quietly and quietly flowed into the tune of the Night lullaby for Zaryanichka …

Quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed into the tune of Night…

And quietly, quietly, the lullaby for Zaryanichka flowed in the melody of the Night …

Lullaby of the Morning Dawn «Zaryanichka»

Sleep in the morning

small animals in a hole,

fish – in a river backwater,

birds – in the forest …

Funny lightnings are sleeping

Mother Thunderstorm, they dream sweetly,

sleeping mists in the meadows

The sun is in the white clouds …

Waking up to sleep

he hovers over the Earth,

fulfills all desires,

All returns are lost.

Sleep, animals, fish, birds,

sleep, frisky lightning …

Do not frighten off cilia sleep

my dear Zaryanichki.

O-o-o-o-o …,

Zaryanichka, fall asleep …

Kolybel'naya pesnya Utrenney zari «Zaryanichka»

Spyat v predutrenney pore

zveri malyye v nore,

rybki – v zavodi rechnoy,

ptashki – v zarosli lesnoy…

Spyat vesolyye zarnitsy,

Mat'-groza im sladko snitsya,

spyat tumany na lugakh,

Solntse – v belykh oblakakh …

Vsem prosnut'sya Son meshayet,

nad Zemloyu on vitayet,

vse zhelan'ya ispolnyayet,

vse propazhi vozvrashchayet…

Spite, zveri, ryby, ptitsy,

spite, rezvyye zarnitsy…

Ne spugnite sna resnichki

moyey miloy Zaryanichki,

bayu, bayu, bayu, bay,

Zaryanichka, zasypay …

Nighttime was running out, but Night splashed moonlight on paths, glades, sifted through the tree crowns with delicate patterns on grass and flowers, charmed with the nightingale trill, plunged everything into the world of tempting magical dreams under the enchanting melody of night mirages …

Song of the Night

I keep all secrets, and there is no doubt about it,

And I give my world to everyone, the world of sweet dreams …

In the early morning world is joyful and bright.

And this wonderful hour, the magical Dream noted

With his gift of dreams that he brought to as a gift

Under the night canopy woven from the stars

Hope strengthened and gave love

Is it because Night calls everyone again …

Pesnya Nochi

Vse tayny ya khranyu, i v etom net somneniy,

I vsem svoy mir daryu, mir sladkikh snovideniy …

V predutrenney pore mir radosten i svetel.

I etot divnyy chas volshebnyy Son otmetil

Svoim podarkom groz, chto on vam v dar prinos

Pod pologom nochnym, mnoy sotkannym iz zvozd,

Nadezhdu ukrepil i podaril lyubov',

Ne potomu li Noch' vse prizyvayut vnov' …

But already sneaking through the fields along the copses, weightlessly stepping over flowers and grasses, the early Dawn …

Dawn Song

I, morning Dawn,

My bounty does not count …

Any azure color

I have in my basket …

I will bestow the fields

Rakits, poplars,

And the whole moon world

Life-giving dew …

And everything will sparkle

Magical beauty …

Pesnya Rassveta

Ya, utrenniy Rassvet,

Shchedrot moikh ne schest' …

Lyuboy lazurnyy tsvet

V moyey korzinke yest' …

Ya odaryu polya,

Rakity, topolya,

I ves' podlunnyy mir

Zhivitel'noy rosoy …

I zasverkayet vso

Volshebnoy krasotoy …

Dawn collects moon patterns from herbs, showering them with generously cool dew, chasing away night mirages … The full moon, just reigning in the whole moonlit world …