Showing posts with label Christmas of Russia. Show all posts
Showing posts with label Christmas of Russia. Show all posts

Wednesday, December 2, 2015

Christmas in Russia

Christmas in Russia~
This is an wonderful story in Russia around Christmas time. It's the Story of Babushaka, it tells of an old woman who meets the Wise men on their way to see Jesus. However, most the people in Russia have never heard of the story. So the story might have been created by an American poet 'Edith Matilda Thomas in 1907'. 
The above link is where I found the story/ and there are many other stories around the world on the link too, if you wish to find more stories or look at this one, you can have a look---
The Story of Babushka~
Once a time a long time ago in a small town in Russia, there lived a
woman called Babushka. She had always worked hard doing the sweeping, polishing, dusting and cleaning withing her house, the best that she could. It was said her house was the tidiest house in the whole village. Her garden was beautiful as was her cooking too. One evening Babushka was busy dusting and cleaning like she always does and didn't hear all the villagers outside in the village square talking about and looking at the new star in the sky.
Babushka had heard about the new star but, thought 'All this fuss about a star! I don't even have the time to look because I'm so behind with my work. I must work all night!' So, Babushka missed the Star as it shone brightly, high overhead. She also missed the little line of twinkling lights coming down towards the village at dawn. She didn't hear the sounds of the pipes and drums either. Babushka missed the voices and whispers of the villagers wondering whether the lights were an army or a procession of some sort. It seems that she missed
the sudden quiet of the villagers and even the footsteps coming up the path to her door that night before.
But the one thing that she couldn't miss was the loud knocking on her front door! 'Now what is that? she wondered, opening the door. Babushka gasped in amazement.
There were three kings at her doorway with one of their servants. 'My masters need a place to rest. 'the servant said. and yours is the best house in the village.' You want to stay her?' asked Babushka. 'Yes. it would only be until night falls and the star appears again.' the servant replied. Babushka gulped. 'Come in, then.'she said. The kings were very pleased when they saw all of the home-baked bread, pies, and cakes. She dashed about, serving them and asking lots of questions too. 'Have you come a long way?'' A very long way.' sighed Caspar. 'Where are you going?' 'We're following the new star.' said Melchior. ''But where?' The Kings didn't know. but they believed that it would lead the why to a new-born king. A king of Earth and Heaven. "Why don't you come with us?" asked Balthasar. 'You could bring him a gift like we do. I bring gold and my colleagues bring spices and perfumes.' 'Oh. I'm not sure that he would welcome me.'' said Babushka. And what could I bring a gift? Toys! I know I could bring a toy. I've got a cupboard full of toys.' she said sadly. ''My baby son. died when he was small.'' Balthasar stopped her as she went to tidy the kitchen up. "This new king could be your king too. Come with us when the star appears tonight.' he said. "I'll think about it.' sighed Babushka. As the kings slept. Babushka tidied up as quietly as she could. 'What a lot of extra work there was, she thought and this new king, what a funny idea to go off with the kings to find him.''
Babushka shook herself. There was no time for dreaming. all this washing up and putting away had to be done. 'Anyway, she thought, how long would she be away? What would she wear? What about the gift? she sighed. 'There is so much to do. The house will have to be cleaned when they've gone. I couldn't just leave it. Suddenly it was nighttime again and the star was in the sky. 'Are you ready? Babushka?''asked Balthasar. "I'll come tomorrow, 'Babushka called. I must just tidy here first and find a gift.' The kings went away sadly. Babushka ran back into her house keen to get on with her work. Finally, she went to the small cupboard, opened the door and gazed at all the toys, but they were very dusty. They weren't fit for a baby king. They would all need to be cleaned. She cleaned all of the toys until each one shined. Babushka looked through the window. It was morning! The star had come and gone. The kings would have found somewhere else to rest by now. She could easily catch them up, but she felt so tired. She had to sleep. The next thing she knew, she was awake and it was dark outside. She had slept all day. She quickly pulled on her cloak, packed the toys in a basket and ran down the path the kings had taken.
Everywhere she asked. Have you seen the kings? Oh yes, everyone told her, we saw them. They went that way. For a day, Babushka followed the trail of the 3 kings and the villages got biggers and became towns. However, Babushka never stopped. Then she came to a city. The palace, she thought. That's where the royal baby would be born. 'No, there is no royal baby here, said the palace guard when she asked him. 'What about the three Kings? asked Babushka. 'Oh yes, they came here, but they didn't stay long. They were soon on their journey. But where to? asked Babushka. 'Bethlehem, that was the place. I can't imagine why. It's a very poor place, but that's where they went, replied the guard. She then set off towards Bethlehem.  It was evening when she arrived in Bethlehem and Babushka had been traveling for a very long time. She went into the local inn and asked about the 3 Kings. "Oh yes, said the landlord, the kings were here two days ago. They were very excited, but they didn't even stay the night and what about a baby? cried out Babushka. Yes! there was, said the landlord. The 3 kings asked about a baby too. When he saw the disappointment in Babushka's eyes, he stopped. If you'd like to see where the baby was, he said quickly, it was across the yard there---I couldn't offer the couple anything better at the time. My inn was really full, so they had to go in the stable.
Babushka followed him across the yard. Here's the stable. He said. He left her in the stable. Babushka? Someone was calling her from the doorway. He looked kindly at her. She wondered if he knew where the family had gone. She knew now that the baby king was most important thing in the world to her. 'They have gone to Egypt and safety, he told Babushka. And the kings have returned to their countries, but one of them told me about you! I am sorry, but you are too late. It was Jesus that they found the world's Savior.
Babushka was very sad that she had missed Jesus and it is said that Babushka is still looking for him---
Again If you want to know where I found this
 lovely story
just go to this wonderful site with the link Above. They have
lots of more stories too. Enjoy---Wendy

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