"The Twelve Months"

folk fairy tale from Greece

3rd Kindergarten , Trilofos

There was once a very poor widow with five children. Once every week, a neighbouring rich lady called her over to her house to knead her bread, and didn't even give her a free slab of bread in exchange. The poor woman had to return home with some leftover dough in her hands, wash them in clean water and make a kind of porridge, with which she fed her children. And they ate from that porridge all week, until their mother went to the neighbour's to knead again, come home and make them new porridge.

But the rich lady's children, despite the food they ate, were skinny, and the poor woman's children were growing beautifully. So the rich lady told her friends and they advised her that the kneading woman must have been stealing luck from her home and taking it to hers.

So next time the woman came, she made her wash her hands very well before leaving the house, and the poor thing came home totally empty-handed, crying. Her children started crying too, so she promised them she would bring them a piece of bread, and she went from door to door to beg for a slice. When someone gave her a slice, she soaked it in water and gave it to her children, and then she put them to bed. When it was midnight, she rose and left the house, because she couldn't bear to see her children starve to death. As she was walking in the night, she saw a light on a hill, and when she moved closer she saw a round tent, with a big chandelier with candles hanging from its middle, and underneath it there was something hanging, like a ball. She entered and saw twelve young men sitting, discussing a matter.

Near the entrance there were three of them, with their chests bare, holding herbs and blooms. Then, there were three other young men, their sleeves rolled up, no jackets on, holding dry wheat. Next, there were three more lads, each holding grapes. Last, there were three lads wearing very long fur coats.

When these young men saw the woman, they welcomed her, and told her to sit down with them. She greeted them, and sat, and they asked her how she came to that place, and the poor woman told them everything. They could see she was very poor and must have been hungry, so one of them rose and brought her food. And she saw he was limping.

After she ate and was no longer hungry, they started asking her about all sorts of things in the country, and the woman replied with what she knew. Then, the bare chested men asked her: 'Tell us, how are you finding the twelve months of the year? What do you think of March, April and May?' to which she answered 'We are having a good time, my lads, when these months come, mountains and valleys are green, and the earth is adorned with all sorts of flowers, which smell so wonderfully that even dead men are brought to life! All the birds start singing, farmers are happy their fields are green. We have nothing to complain about in March, April and May, or God will burn us for being ungrateful.'

Then, the three men holding wheat asked her 'What do you think of June, July and August?', and the woman said 'We have nothing to complain about those months, either, because with the heat all the fruits get ready for harvest, and farmers gather their wheat. And the poor are very happy those months, because they don't need to wear many expensive clothes.'

Then it was the turn of the three men with grapes to ask her 'What do you think of September, October and November?' and she replied 'Those are the months people gather the fruit from their vines, and make wine. And those months give notice that winter is coming, so people prepare wood, coal and heavy clothes, to keep them warm.'

So how do you spend your time with December, January and February?', asked the men with the fur coats. 'Oh, those months really love us! And we love them a lot, too! But you will ask why?

So how do you spend your time with December, January and February?', asked the men with the fur coats. 'Oh, those months really love us! And we love them a lot, too! But you will ask why? This is why, because people are of course greedy, and want to work all year round, to gain as much as they can. And these months of the winter come and make us sit in the house and rest from the summer's work.

People love them, because with the rain and the snow the trees and the plants grow. So, my lads, all the months are good and worthy, and they all do the work that God has assigned them. It is us, the people, that aren't good.'

Then the eleven men nodded to the first of those holding the grapes, so he went out and in a minute came back inside with a pot that was sealed. He gave it to the woman, and the months told her: 'All right then, woman, take this pot and go home to raise your children.' And the woman took the pot with pleasure and said 'May God grant you many years, my boys.' 'Farewell'.

Just when the day was breaking, the woman arrived at her home and found her children still asleep. And she laid a sheet in the middle of the room, emptied the pot and saw it was full of gold coins! She nearly lost her mind with joy! When morning came for good, she went to the baker's and bought five or six breads, a kilo of cheese. She woke up her little ones, washed them, dressed them and had them say grace. Then, she gave them bread and cheese to eat until they were no longer hungry.After that, she bought a kilo of wheat, took it to the mill to make it into flour, made bread with it and took it to the baker's to bake.

Just when she was coming home with the breads, the rich lady saw her and followed her, to learn where she found the flour and made bread. And the naive, poor woman told her everything.

After that, she bought a kilo of wheat, took it to the mill to make it into flour, made bread with it and took it to the baker's to bake. Just when she was coming home with the breads, the rich lady saw her and followed her, to learn where she found the flour and made bread. And the naive, poor woman told her everything.

The rich lady was jealous and made up her mind to visit those young men herself.

So at night, right after her husband and children were asleep, she got out of her home and went to find the twelve months. She found the tent, got inside, and greeted them.

'Welcome', they said, 'How is it you honor us with your presence?'

'I am poor', she said, 'and I am here because I need your help'.

'Very well', they replied, 'Are you hungry? Would you care to eat?'

'No thanks', she answered, 'I am full'.

'Very good', said the men, 'And how are you doing in the country?'

if only it doesn't get any worse', she replied.

'Ehm, how are you doing with the months?', they asked again.

'How we're doing? Well, each month has its faults.

We are used to the August heat, but September comes suddenly, then October and November make people cold and sick, and some even crazy. Then the winter months come, December, January and February, and fill the streets with ice and snow, so we can't get out -and this limping February! (poor February heard that...).

And those silly months, March, April and May. They don't get it they're supposed to be like the summer months, but they act as if they are winter months, so we end up having nine months winter. We can't go out on May Day to have coffee with milk and play on the grass. Then the months June, July and August come -they are obsessed with making us sweaty with all the heat they provide. Especially with the mid-August hot winds we can't wash our white clothes because they get all dirty when we line-dry them. What can I tell you, my lads, with the months we are having a very hard time, I should all but curse them, really.'

The yound men said nothing, they only nodded to the middle of the fellows holding the wheat. And he rose and brought a pot which was sealed, gave it to the lady and said: 'Take this pot, and when you get home lock yourself in a room alone and empty it. Take care not to open it on the way.' 'No, I won't', said the woman and returned home happy, before dawn.

She locked herself in a room alone, laid a sheet, unsealed the pot and emptied it. And what was in it? Nothing but snakes! The snakes crawled all over her, and ate her up alive. So she became the very reason her children were orphaned, because blaming is not good.

The poor woman, however, with her innocent heart and her sweet tongue became a lady and a well-known person in the country, and her children became great people. Well, this is what they call 'a happy ending'.

The Mouse and his Daughter

Greek Folk Tale

14th Kindergarten of Corfu

Once upon a time there was a Mouse that had a very beautiful daughter. When the time came for the daughter to get married, he didn’t want to give her away to a husband who was just a mouse, since he believed his beautiful daughter deserved much better.

“Aha!” He thought .  “The Sun would be the perfect husband for my daughter.” So he took his daughter and went to the Sun’s palace.

“Sun, would you like to marry my daughter? She’s so beautiful and I want to give her to you because you are great and strong”!

“Oh!” The Sun replied. “I’m not as strong as you think. Look at that Cloud over there! If it hides me I won’t be able to shine anymore. It is stronger than me, so go to the Cloud”.

The poor Mouse went to the Cloud but the Cloud said to him:

“Oh!” I’m not the strongest. Can you see the North Wind? When he blows he takes me where he wants and I can do nothing. So go to him, he is the strongest”.

The Mouse took his daughter, went to find the North Wind and told him what he wanted.

“Oh! I would like to,” said the North Wind. “But I’m not as strong as you think. Do you see that Tower over there?  For forty years I have been trying  to blow it down. Go to the Tower who is stronger than me”.

So the Mouse went to the tower and asked him to be his daughter husband. But the tower said:

“Mouse, Mouse!  Listen to the noise inside my walls. What do you think it is? 

These are strong mice digging into my foundations and destroying me.  NOTHING in this world is as strong as mice.”

On hearing the tower’s words the Mouse was proud to give his daughter’s hand in marriage to a strong and brave mouse. And they all lived happily ever after!

“The Shorn Nanny Goat and the Hedgehog"

Folk fairy tale from SLOVAKIA

 Kindergarten Vlkanová, Slovakia

'It was a nanny goat with horns,halfway up her side was shorn;

she ran off to the mountain glens and hid herself from den to den. She hid in the fox's den.

Then the fox came home and wanted to go into her den. But a strange animal was in her lair. It rose up and stamped its feet and called out:

"I'm a nanny goat with horns,halfway up my side I'm shorn; pitter-patter with my feet, with my horns it's you I'll beat."

The fox took fright, ran off and wailed all over the forest. A wolf met her: "Why are you crying sister fox?" -"Oh, brother wolf, why shouldn't I cry? Something's there inside my lair!" -"Come along, I'll run it out for you! They went together to the den and the wolf called out:-"Who is it there, in fox's lair?"

And the nanny goat stomped:-"I'm a nanny goat with horns,halfway up my side I'm shorn; pitter-patter with my feet,with my horns it's you I'll beat."

The wolf took fright as well. They both ran off and wailed all over the forest. A bear met them:

-"Why are you crying, sister fox?"

"Oh, my dear bear, give me your paw; why shouldn't I cry? Something's there inside my lair!" -"Come along, I'll run it out for you!"

They all went to the den and the bear called out:-"Who is it there, in fox's lair?" And the nanny goat stomped: -"I'm a nanny goat with horns, halfway up my side I'm shorn; pitter-patter with my feet,with my horns it's you I'll beat."The bear took fright as well. They ran off and wailed all over the forest. A hedgehog met them:

"Why are you crying, sister fox?"-"Oh, why shouldn't I cry? Something's there inside my lair, and none of us can chase it out!" -"Come along, I'll run it out for you."

"Oh, you hedgehog, little runner, what would you do? Why, we've already been there, kings and gentlemen, and accomplished nothing," they said.

But it replied, "Though I'm a hedgehog, little runner, I'll beat you there!"

And it ran and ran, for it curled up in a ball and rolled down the hill. They just ran after it.

It came to the den and called:-"Who is it there, in fox's lair?And the nanny goat stomped:

-"I'm a nanny goat with horns, halfway up my side I'm shorn;pitter-patter with my feet,with my horns it's you I'll beat.

"It called back:-"The hedgehog, that's me,

will beat you, you'll see!"

And it rolled into the hole and began to prick that shorn side. The nanny goat bleated in pain and jumped out.

Magical  pot

Slovak folk tale

Folk fairy tale from SLOVAKIA - kindergarten Prešov, Slovakia

Two children were once, Janko and Anicka. The unholy did not have a mother or a father, they were alone in a small cottage under the mountain. Well, I've always had it. They could not rest or burn, and worse, they did not even have what.

But the mountain was unbearable, but she did not just perish. From spring to autumn, she gave them something in the mouth, and wood for warmth.

"But what's going on in the winter?" He worried Janko, who was older and more experienced. "What about us in the winter?"

Once Janko chose a mushroom mountain.

He's gone far from the house when he calls. He bounced behind the voice and seeing: a woman, an elderly woman, bound with a waist in the wet, can not move. Janko jumped and helped him out of barn. He trampled the taligu down under the mountain, where the path was even more straight.

"What do you think about that talige, cutie?" "Depending on how thick it is, I think pots."

"Well, boy. I bring the clay pots to the town on the fair. My husband is doing homework and I'm going to sell.

She slid beneath the sail and pulled out a mug. Such a small, quite ordinary look.

"I give you this mug," she gives him. "But you have a good heart to help me out of the galley. You will be remembered for me. "

"Thank you, buddy, we'll be greeted. We will carry the water with him, "Janko said."You can also have water, but rather not, so that you do not fall over the stone, it would be a pity, because this mug is not ordinary, but wild, and only thirty years will happen, this cup when you say:

Var, mug, var !, he starts cooking himself. And when you say, Thank you, mug, it's enough!

"Oh, dear, this is the best gift I could get and my sister!" Said Janko. "Thank you again."

A smart home went on, put a mug on the table and cried:

"Anička, Anička! Drop a bowl and a spoon! "

They sat down to the table and Janko said,"Var, mug, sir!"

He pounded in the pot, snapped, dashed - it was just full of slurry, just laying the bowl. And if it was just a mess! Tasty, sweet or honey! Not like Janko and Anicka did not eat.

And when they ate already, Janko said:

Thank you, mug, enough! "And the pot just stopped to cook.

The kids gave up that the mug would pick up some other food on the next day, but they were wrong about that. The mug did not only handle the slurry, it did not know the vapor. Do not be surprised. Yet it was just a mug, though a miracle.

So the children lived for a long time. Even winter was not terrible. In pie pie, a cup of sweet mash boiled on the table - so the most crude winter can survive.

Once, Janko picked himself up into the mountain and did not return for a long time. Even midday, and nowhere. Annie was hungry, unable to wait.

She took a miracle cup from the shelf, put it on the table and said,"Var, mug, sir!"

It was cracked in the pot, it dipped, it was full of slurry, and there was a bowl full of mash.

"Enough, mug, enough!" Cried Anička, because the slush had already begun to pour out of the bowl.

But the mug is boiling and boiling, and the mash is pouring and falling.

"Stop it, mug! No need! "Shouts Anicka and covers him with a blanket.

But the slush also raises the cover with the hand of Anicka, and it is lying and falling asleep from the table to the ground.

"So when you stop cooking, you stupid pot!"

The ancients are groping at all kinds of rude words and swearing, only the one thing, the true word "thank you" not for it and not to go to um.

Do not be surprised, it was just a small, unreasonable little girl.

When Janko finally returned home, he found Annetka sitting on the fence. And the slurry flowed across the threshold of a cottage, and it raced down and made a lake all over the courtyard.

Janko immediately knew what had happened. He passed through the mess to the door and cried:

"Thank you, mug, enough!"

And the pot just stopped to cook.

Then Janko put his sister out of the fence. She hugged him around his throat and said with a cry:

"Thank you, my brother, for saving me from the mess."

But it took them a long time to wash them out of the yard, from the shelter and from the cottage.

The Fern Flower

by

Ignacy Kraszewski

18th Kindergarden in Jastrzębie-Zdrój

POLAND

Long ago, there was a young boy called Jack, but everybody in the village called him The Curious One because Jack always wanted things which appeared beyond the grasp of others. Once, when everybody in the village was sitting around the bonfire, the elder of the village told the story of the Fern Flower. The woman was very old and had travelled all over the world and seen many strange things, so Jack listened to the story very carefully.

The young boy was fascinated and promised himself then and there that he would find the flower and make all of his wishes come true.

When St John’s Night finally arrived, Jack dressed in his best clothes and went into the forest to seek out the mythical flower. Jack knew the paths and the trees of the forest very well, but on this night he did not recognize a single thing.

Jack continued on his winding journey through the forest until he came across a massive fern in the middle of a clearing. He noticed a tiny, radiant flower growing on a leaf of the fern. Jack had never seen anything so beautiful. The flower had five golden petals, and in its centre something like an eye that flickered and glowed against the darkness of the night.

He reached out very slowly, but just as he was about to touch the flower, the rooster crowed and there was a bright flash of light and the flower disappeared. In the darkness Jack fell asleep, and his mother had found him asleep in the middle of the forest that morning.

Jack thought about the flower all year long until St John’s night finally arrived again.

As the villagers gathered around the fires, he dressed in his best clothes and went into the dark forest in search of the flower.

After many hours, he saw something glowing in the distance. As he got closer he knew that it was the same flower with its five golden petals and the amazing glowing eye at its centre.

Jack approached the flower in awe, but before he managed to touch it, the rooster crowed and the flower disappeared just as before. Jack was so tired after his adventure that he instantly fell fast asleep.

The year passed very slowly, but eventually St John’s night arrived, and again Jack dressed in his best clothes and set off into the forest.

Then, quite suddenly, he noticed it, right there at his feet: the flower with five golden petals and the mysterious, glowing eye at its centre. Jack reached out and finally touched the mythical flower before the rooster could crow.

As he put the flower inside his jacket, he heard a quiet voice say to him: "Now you can have anything in the world you have ever wanted, but you may never share your happiness with another soul".

When Jack reached the edge of the forest he saw a palace in the middle of a large kingdom. There was also a carriage with six white horses waiting to take him to his new palace.

There were many servants inside the palace, but his family and friends were not there, nor anybody from his old village.

One day, he decided to take the carriage and visit his old village. When he arrived at the little cottage, Jack’s mother observed the six white horses with fear in her eyes. He stepped down from the carriage with open arms but his mother did not recognize him. 

She said: "My son Jack dead, if he were alive he would never leave his family". Jack wanted to show his mother how much he longed to share everything he had with her, but each time he reached for the gold in his pocket he remembered that he would lose everything if he were to share with others. One year later, Jack decided to visit his family again. This time, when the carriage pulled up outside of his home, his mother did not come out to greet him.

Instead, his brother approached the carriage. When Jack asked about his mother, his brother told him that she was very sick and that his father had gone.  He wanted to reach into his pocket for the gold that might help his family, but again he remembered that he would lose everything if he were to share his wealth with others. Jack turned his back on his family and returned to the palace.  

The young man awoke one day and knew that he must return home to his family and his friends. But when Jack arrived back at his old home, nobody came out to greet him.

An old beggar approached Jack and told him: "Nobody lives in that cottage anymore. They all died of disease and hunger for they were too poor to buy food and were unable to send for a doctor". Jack began to cry over the loss of his family.

Suddenly the ground opened under his feet and Jack disappeared into the darkness.

Because money and the wealth of happiness do not give, when there is no one who could share this wealth.

Savas, the hen and the eagle

C' Class Neue Schule Athen

Pontic Hellenism Programme

Pontic Folk Tale

Once upon a time, a very hot summer's night, in a small village, Savas' parents told him that the next morning they had to go to the field to work.

So, he had to take care of their animals and above all of their hen and her 15 chicks, so as not to be grabbed by the eagle...

-Savas, don't forget! You must not go out and play with your friends. You must take care of our hen! Otherwise,your dad is going to kill you!, said Savas' mum.

-OK, mum. I'll do it, I'll take care of the hen. Don't worry!, said Savas.

When Savas woke up, his parents had already left.

Savas' mum had made some pancakes for him. So Savas first ate and then went out to feed the hen. Afterwards he sat nearby watching her.

However, after a while his friends came and they saw Savas sitting in his yard. They told him:

-Hey, Savas, what are you doing? Come out and play with us!

-I can't! Today I have to take care of our hen and her 15 chicks, so as not to be grabbed by the eagle..., said Savas.

However, his friends insisted and insisted.... So Savas finally decided to go out and play with his friends.

To make sure that nothing bad would happen to the hen, he tied the hen's leg with a thread and then he also tied with the same thread all 15 chicks...

While the friends were playing, one of them looked up to the sky and shouted with enthusiasm.

-Look at that big bird! What a big and long tail it has got!

-It is not a bird! It is the eagle that took away our hen and all 15 chicks!! Oh my God! My dad's going to kill me.

-Oh, come on! He's not going to kill you. We're going to take them back.

But Savas was very sad. He lowered his head and went back home. He was so scared that his dad would kill him... So he decided to go to the forest.

He took with him some water and a basket with some pieces of pie and left home. He was walking for several hours... It was getting dark, when he saw 3 barrels. Two of them were full of honey, whilst the third one was empty. He got inside it to sleep for the night, protected by the cold.

He got inside it to sleep for the night, protected by the cold.

Later during the night, Savas heard some strange whispers. Two thieves had come to steal the heavier barrel, since they thought it was full of honey. They picked up all the barrels, the one after the other. The third one was the heaviest.

-That's it! This is the one we are going to take! Help me to pick it up!

-Yesss! The chief will be very glad to see all this honey we are bringing to him.

That was what the second thief said, as they were walking towards their hideout. Meanwhile, Savas was so much afraid that he didn't even take a breath. In a moment, so much was his terror that he pissed and his piss started seeping through the cracks of the barrel.

The one of the thieves said:

-There is so much honey in it that the barrel has started to overflow.

Then he tastes a little with the edge of his finger and said:

-It is tastier than ever before! Let's go quickly before it all flows out.

They started walking more quickly and when they reached their hideout, they called their chief.

-There is so much honey in it that the barrel has started to overflow.

Then he tastes a little with the edge of his finger and said:

-It is tastier than ever before! Let's go quickly before it all flows out.

They started walking more quickly and when they reached their hideout, they called their chief.

At that moment, two other thieves appeared, holding bags with flour. They thought that the barrel was empty and started pouring flour into it. They were really surprised to see that the barrel could hold only half of the bag's flour.

-What's going on? Last time it could hold two bags of flour and now...

-Wait a moment! I know what to do...

He brought a big bat and started hitting with it inside the barrel. However, he didn't know that inside the barrel there was little Savas. The first hit knocked him on his left shoulder. Savas was in pain, but he bit his lips and said nothing.

The second hit knocked him on his right shoulder. He again bit his lips, stronger this time, but he said nothing again. The third hit knocked him on the head!

Savas started yelling with pain and got out of the barrel, shaking the flour into the thieves' eyes.

He then started running and the thieves followed him. Fortunately, they could not find him, because he hid behind a bush.

The following morning, in the light of the day, he went towards the field, where his parents were.

He went to the pear tree, where his mother used to leave some yogurt and bread for him. He found them and started eating greedily.

At that moment, his mum saw him and full of happiness and joy she called her husband:

-John! Come quickly! Our son is back. Please, don't scold him. He must have passed a very difficult night in the forest.

-Of course I am not going to scold him. Thank God he is alive!!

-Son, why did you leave in this way?

-Because I was afraid dad was going to kill me, since the eagle took our hen and the 15 chicks of hers.

-But is it possible to kill my own son?

I don't care about the hen at all. We are going to buy another one. The important is that you are OK.

They gave a big hug and returned back home.

Since then, Savas never again left home...

The Brave Youngest Brother and the Golden Apples!

Romanian Folk Tale

1st Primary School of Panorama Thessaloniki

The folk tale of Day and Night

Once upon a time, in a very old age, a miller lived with his wife on the edge of the world. The good miller lived in a small cottage next to the river, but he spent most of his time in his mill, a large stone windmill that stretched his arms up to the sky.

Those years, King Sun made life difficult for people. For weeks he could get angry and be hiding, and then people stopped doing his jobs, leaving the animals in the fields and running into his house. In the dark, many were losing their way, the children were playing their toys and gnawing all day shut in the four walls.

Again, King Sun had stayed at the sky and not gone anywhere for months. Farmers worked for so many hours and did not understand that they had to stop to rest, so many were asleep standing beside their animals. The shepherds chased their kids, but they did not stop the games on the slopes under the bright sun. The women were shouting that they did all day work, wiping, cooking, mopping, and they had no time and mood to sit next to the fire and with the bare light to embroider their dowry or to make their hair braids to make them beautiful.

The good miller, however, never got angry. When it had light, he was sitting in his mill and grinding the blond grains, and out of his heart came the bread of the world. When it was dark, he was locked in his house with his mistress and in front of the crackle he was stinging, he was telling stories. King Sun saw the beloved couple, but he listened to the good miller who always had a sweet word in his mouth. One thing only spoiled her: that they had no children to decorate, tell them fairy tales, teach them songs, and nudge them when they were tired of toys on their beds.

One morning the Sun had raised over the world and listened the cry of miller's wife. He broke his heart and sent to her a pigeon with a human voice to comfort her:

-My lady, don’t be sad. Mothers like you who have children have great sufferings.

- It's my big trouble. I don’t have complaint about our life

Oh, lady, imagine the poor Sun King. Such a great king and he has problem with his two daughters, Day and Night. He mad  so much that sometimes forgot to rise and set down. Difficult girls with bad manners.

- My pigeon, I would have children and I wouldn’t bother me their bad manners, said the miller’s wife to the bird without knowing that it was swept by the sun.

When he heard it, he made the quick decision to help miller’s wife for her good and patient heart, but also to put an order in his kingdom that his two daughters were trying to break it down, taking all the living and innocent of the world. So, he gave human form to his princesses and sent them in two baskets in front of the threshold of miller.

In their sleep the couple listened to baby's voices on the front door and opened the door. When they saw the two little girls, a blond and white-haired girl and one with black hair and dark eyes, they did not think such a fortune had hit their own door. At that time, the pigeon appeared again and told them with the same voice:

It is the King's gift to you that you are the most loyal and kind-hearted of his kingdom. He gives you his daughters for as long as you live and asks you to make them learn to respect the parents, to obey and to feel grateful for what they have been given. When they grow up, they will again return princes to his kingdom, but, as their father hopes, with more mind.

As the two girls grew, the joy had entered the house of miller and his wife. But even if the miller showed sweetness and patient with their whims, Day and Night continued to fight, who is the most beautiful, the most worthy and the most capable. So,  their father, king Sun and the miller got in trouble due to girl´s behavior .

The sun was still stunned by their voices and their fights, the darkness was spreading, the people were cold from the cold or burned from sun’s rays. The miller´s wife had not even regretted for the daughters that had been given to her, but the miller broke his head to see how his girls wouldn´t fight and being loved.

One day, the miller decided to take with him the Day on the mill. They took food and water with them, and sat down with the hours grinding the flour.

You are a worthy daughter, love work and creation, the miller said. You, when you become princess, will have to take care of people with your light, farm the fields, help the children to go to school and learn letters. Everything is in your own hand and you have to enjoy that you will have so much power and you will do good to the world.

Then, for the first time, Day softened and gave her hand to the miller when they returned tired back to their home.

When they returned to the house, they found the miller ripping the black hair of Night and singing a beautiful lullaby. Tired the Day ate and fell to sleep. Then came Night's turn. The miller took her by the hand and went out into the forest. The Night listened to the whims of the elves, the voice of the stream and more and more enchanting.

"This is your kingdom," the miller said to her. You, when you become princess, will pin the bright stars in your hair, give you the rest of the workman, the dreams of the children, the love of the loved ones. Many will sing and love you more. Without you the world will be half. Fate brought her to be with your sister tied. It can not do without the other. Only so will the world live better.

The Night, though a little girl, with the wisdom of her ages, understood how right the miller had. When they returned home, she smiled at Day, which had just awakened and fell to sleep in the miller's arms.

Day and Night lived with his miller and his wife until the deep ages of their human parents, they learned to love humans and animals, care for nature and obey their heavenly father. The Sun was watching them from above and shouting for his minded daughters, understanding that they had learned their lesson and knew their destination.

So, after many years, Night and Day once again became king in the kingdom of the Sun and ruled from there and after the lives of the people.

Experimental School of University of Thessaloniki



Η Φτέρενη Κόρη - Fever Daughter

A greek folk story tale

In the old days, when the dragons lived in towering towers, and the kings distracted the world from humble homes, a young King of the Valley throws his shuttle to marry, obeying the old man's orders, while trying, at the same time, his luck. The shuttle will be nailed off to a towering tower where a daughter of a bearded beauty lives in, a child of a terrible family of dragon. Young people will come together and will soon be loved, and they will not be late to decide to go beyond the basilopulus' birthday fortune. But the dragons will chase them by employing various magic tricks.

Even when they manage to defeat them, their sadness and shame will be persecuted because the daughter received the harsh curse of her mother: "from the middle and above to become a bird!" The world will mock them and laugh at the sight of the new until the spells are solved and the king takes them with him to the palace, recognizing the goodness of the Fevered Daughter and the beauty that spreads her rare example. This of patience, goodness, justice and acceptance of "the different", just as it is.

Legend of Basilisk

Maya the Bee Kindergarten no 7 from Pila, Poland

Once upon a time, when Warsaw was much smaller than now but the old town was vibrant, residents of the city avoided one of old house. They all knew there live the monster in the basement. The monster was called Basilisk.

One day Stephanie and Frank asked their father: “Can we go to the old market? We love this place! It is so colourful and interesting!”. And father agreed but he remainded the children to avoid the tenement house where the monster live. Children promised to keep the word and they went to the market.  

Then they met Michael – the boy from neighborhood known as a rascal. Michael urged the children to go with him to the basement of the forbidden tenement house to check if the monster live there for real. Stephanie and Frank didn’t want to break the word given to father but the vision of the adventure was tempting...

So they went to the basement with Michael. They descended the stairs and found themselves in a dark corridor. The door to one of the rooms was ajar. Michael silently went inside. He saw the Basilisk – a creature looked like half a cock and half a snake. He also saw stone figures of missing people. People who wanted to see the Basilisk before him. He looked at Basilisk Something flashed, thundered and Michael turned into stone. Steph and Frank hid themselves scared.

At the same time some people came to the children’s parents and they told them that they saw children coming inside the tenement house. “We have to rescue them!” – decided parents and the people. And they went to the wizard – the very clever old man, and they asked about the way to overcome the Basilisk. The old man told them to find a daredevil, dress him in armor and a big mirror. If Basilisk looks at its reflection, it will turn into stone itself. And they did it.  

They found one convict and they promised to give him life if he defeated the Basilisk. The convict dress in armor and a big mirror, and...

...he went to the basement of tenement house. When the Basilisk wanted to attack the enemy, it looked at the mirror and saw the reflection of itself. And it turned into stone.

So Stephanie and Frank run away from the basement to their parents waiting outside. They apologized the father for breaking the given word. And Michael turned back into a human. All people in the city were happy and they felt free from fear.

KELOĞLAN AND MAGICAL BOWL

Once therewas a bald boy,named Keloğlan. His old,poor mother was adressing as ''Baldson,cute son.''Oneday Keloğlan went fishing to catch some fish. ''I can catch a few fish for me and my mother and shall be fullupthatevening''he thought. On the edge of the river he threw his fishing-line to the water soon he caught a very big fish in the afternoon.

Its eyes were as light as a glass,anditsscaleswere as brilliant as silver,itwasverybeautifulfish. Keloğlan carvedit'sscales,andwenttocut is bellyandclean it. It'swasthen he saw a bigbowl inside thefish. He feltveryhappy ''I shalltakeboththebowlandthefishtomymother'' he said. He wantedtowashthefishbythebowl of waterandpourthewater in thebowl on thefish but at that time he sawthatgoldwasflowingthebowlinstead of water. He tried a fewtimesto be sure. He saw again that gold was flowing.

''I think it is magicalstone,Ishouldtellmymotherrightaway''he saidand he ranallthewayhome as fast as he could. Keloğlan soonbecameveryveryrich,eventheking of thecountrywaspoorerthanhim. He built a wonderfullpalaceand he had a lot of servantsand he waseatingthemostdeliciousmeals. Aftersometime,Keloğlanstartedto be spoiledbyrichness,hewasted a lot of goldunnecessarily. He evendid not listen to his mother'swarningsabout it.

'' I have a magical copper bowland I can do everything I want.'' he said. People started the lost their interestin  himbe cause of his pride and ambitions. People have now commented that ''Keloğlan was better in his old days ,now we cannot knowhim,he is spoiled and very ambitious person at present.''

Oneday Keloğlan cametotheedge of theriver''Gold does not finish,I can build here too'' he thoughtand at that moment his magicalcopperbowl in his handfellintothewater. Keloğlan jumpedintotherivertocatch it, but Keloğlan was not a goodswimmerand he nearlydrowned. He wasabletorescuehimselfaftersometime,butduringthistime,thieveshavestolenallthegold.

Keloğlan cried and went bac k to his home,hetold his mother what happened on the edge of theriverand how thelostthemagicalcopperbowlwas not yourright. Youdid not again it byyourworkandeffort. Besidesyouwereveryspoiledandproud.Leave it. Youwill be rescued of lookingdownpeoplelikethat his mother. Keloğlan wascomfortedby his motherandfoundwhatmothersaidwasright.