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BEFORE THE LONG ROAD(instead of a foreword)

Grammar... - my future reader will drawl in disappointment and wrinkle his nose. Wait! Don't rush to close the book! This grammar is not simple. There are many miracles in it.

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors spoke seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they called each other, how they resolved state disputes, what they taught their children, even how they quarreled among themselves, you will hear. You will be able to read real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And rest assured, this is exactly how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Rus'. And the nursery rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see what land your ancestors lived on, what cities, monasteries, temples, houses they had. "Grammar" will tell you how ancient Russian people created books and icons, how they traded and fought, protecting native land from enemies. You will also find out how your peers studied in ancient Russian schools, what games they played, what funny little people they drew in their student notebooks. All this is not invented, not composed. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and chronicle vaults, finding during excavations darkened military helmets, weapons, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with faded stones. In the "grammar" ancient things came to life: ancient Russian swords and helmets regained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with a warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep-sided painted jugs. You can see them and... almost touch them with your hand!

And finally, the main miracle. "Grammar" will teach you the Old Russian language. And then the sheets will open before you handwritten books of deep antiquity, they will tell you about many amazing things, and feats of arms our ancestors will be enlightened, taught wisdom, and given support for many years to come.

So don’t rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey to Ancient Rus'...

TRADE DIGGERS

Vanya opened his eyes. Having found a hole in the shutters from a knot, a pale ray leaked into the room. The clock on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they must meet Vaska on the bridge that leads to the Chudinovsky ravine, where, as it turned out yesterday, archaeological excavations have been going on for a week.

Since the beginning of summer, Vanya and Vasya have been visiting their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were surrounded by lush greenery in July. The friends played all kinds of games in a month - war, gorodki, chizhik, hopscotch, and even jumped. Vanya even read books, but his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, didn’t have too many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antiques. Vanya’s grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book bound in wood and leather, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

LORD OUR GOD, THOSE WHO SINNED IN THE SEVEN DAYS IN WORDS, DEEDS AND THOUGHTS, AS YOU ARE GOOD AND LOVER OF HUMANITY, FORGIVE ME: PEACEFUL SON AND SERENITY GIVE ME: YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL AFTER, AND KEEPING ME FROM ALL EVIL: FOR YOU ARE THE GUARDIAN OF OUR SOULS AND BODIES , AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND TO THE HOLY SPIRIT, NOW AND FOREVER AND TO THE AGES OF AGES. AMEN.

The grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at the unfamiliar words. How do you mean “sinned”? Perhaps he “sinned”? That's what I should say to my grandmother. But this is “now and ever and unto ages of ages”... Wonderful " ! Vanya keeps trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother’s reading, and Vanya doesn’t have enough strength to wait until his grandmother finishes reading, so he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Yesterday evening, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed on the seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling the fishing rods ashore to replace the worm, nibbled by the cunning and cautious crucian carp. I was too lazy to talk.

Along a bumpy dirt road lined with tall weeds, a truck swept along a dusty truck, in the back of which, holding onto the sides, sat guys in green, loose jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on the potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

The students are off,” Vasya yawned drowsily. - Grandma says they are digging in the Chudinovsky ravine.

Are the pipes being changed? - Vanya lazily clarified, he was used to students, and his older brother was a student Institute of Technology, they always rush to change leaky pipes. Vasya shook his head, examining the worm half-eaten by crucian carp in his palm:

Grandma says they are from the university. They came to her and asked her what and where it was before the war, they were digging up ancient monuments, looking for coins, rings...

Coins?! - The drowsiness disappeared as if by hand, Vanya stared at Vasya. - And you are silent! They're looking for treasure, don't you understand?! And here we sit with the crucian carp!

Vanya jumped up and hastily pulled the fishing line out of the water with the cork and white feather dangling from it, replacing the float, and began fussily winding the fishing line onto a long flexible rod. Continuing to speak quickly, Vanya for some reason switched to a whisper:

Since the expedition has arrived, it means there is definitely a treasure. They won’t send so many people in vain, understand?! They probably have a map, and there the burial site is marked with a cross. Do you know how this is done? Have you read "Treasure Island"? A gang of pirates hides the loot, draws a plan, marks where the treasure is hidden, then the main pirate kills everyone and pockets the map. Well, after his death the card began to wander from hand to hand. Look, you ended up with a great professor, he sent the students for the treasure, he himself can’t do it, he’s too old. They are digging for treasure, and you and I are guarding the floats.

Well, you give it! - Vasya laughed uncertainly. - Pirates! We haven't had them here in a long time.

There were no pirates?! And what about the ears?! Who robbed merchants along Ilmen? Yes, after them there are any number of treasures left! Give up your yellowfins. Went!

They hid their fishing rods under a huge oak tree, three girths wide, left a rusty can of worms here, and along a rut soft with thick dust, they hurriedly moved towards a ravine overgrown with sparse bushes.

The boys saw the excavation site immediately. It was a courtyard fenced with low, freshly planed stakes, from which dug corridors stretched out in narrow rays into the depths of the ravine. Several people, using small shovels, and some with their hands, carefully raked the earth, sweeping it with brooms and brushes. The sifted earth was carried in buckets and on stretchers to the road and poured into heaps. Next to the stakes, on a spread out whitish tarpaulin, lay things darkened by time, similar to those that Vanya and his grandmother had seen in the Novgorod Kremlin Museum - cuttings, beads, a serrated knife with a bone handle, greenish-brown rings, a fragment of an iron stick. “Not much,” Vanya thought and pushed Vasya in the side.

See, we haven’t gotten to the treasure yet. So we'll look.

Where? Here?! They'll see! - Vasya shook his head, the place was really open.

What about the night? - Vanya was determined.

“Well, no,” Vasya insisted. “Whatever you dig up in the dark, your grandmother won’t let you go.”

“Then early in the morning,” Vanya agreed compliantly; he understood that his grandmother Vera Vasilievna would not be happy about her grandson’s night absences.

With that, they decided, finally agreeing on the way back, that they would start digging early in the morning, while the students were sleeping, and let the grandmothers think that they had gone to the river to fish...

The morning turned out to be foggy, the sun's rays could not break through the thick milky veil that covered the meadow and forest. The bridge was not visible in the thick fog, but Vanya habitually walked along the road, knowing its every turn. There was a bridge, but Vasya was not on it. “I probably overslept,” Vanya sighed dejectedly, but, peering into the fog, he noticed a dark figure moving towards the bridge. He hurriedly stepped towards him, but was immediately surprised and saw that there was not one person in front, but two, walking, in a hurry, almost running. Vanya ducked under the bridge, into the stinging thickets of nettles, sticky with dew, and hid.

The old log bridge creaked strainedly. Voices were heard.

What a fog,” I heard Vanya speaking overhead.

“That’s good,” answered the other.

Shaking off the dust and dirt that had fallen on his head, rubbing his knees that had been stung by nettles, Vanya looked for a long time after the guys who had disappeared into the fog. They were clearly going into an excavation. “The devils brought them,” Vanya was annoyed at the students who appeared at the wrong time. “Okay, let’s see why they got up so early.”

Here Vasya finally appeared. He ran, clutching his clothes and a paper parcel to his chest with both hands.

“I overslept,” Vasya blurted out, out of breath, pushed the package to Vanya and stuck his leg into his trouser leg, “you see, he didn’t even have time to get dressed.”

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Book by Tatyana Mironova “An Extraordinary Journey to Ancient Rus'. Old Russian language for children and adults" is not just a textbook, but an adventure story in which the young reader, together with the characters, makes a fascinating journey to Ancient Rus', meets people from the distant past, gets acquainted with the history and culture of his homeland, learns to understand the ancient Russian language, the original reads authentic ancient Russian monuments.

From the book the reader learns about the past native language, will find a historical explanation for many of the rules of modern Russian spelling, and will discover the living world of the ancient Russian word.

“Grammar of the Old Russian Language” is an elegant children's book with numerous color drawings - intended for schools, humanitarian gymnasiums and lyceums, and for family reading. It is necessary and interesting for everyone who would like to know the Russian language better.

Additional information about the book

AN EXTRAORDINARY JOURNEY TO ANCIENT Rus'

Before a long journey (instead of a preface) - 6

Treasure hunters - 8

Secret underground passage - 20

Captured - 36

Error - 68

Lessons from Father Sergius - 76

Escape from the monastery - 99

In the princely camp - 114

Recruits of Alexander Yaroslavich - 129

Eagle on a gold ring - 139

Stayed for a short time - 145

Chase - 157

Saved! - 165

Interpreter - 170

OLD RUSSIAN LANGUAGE FOR CHILDREN AND ADULTS - 187

Old Russian alphabet - 6

Sounds of the Old Russian language - 12

Noun - 23

Adjective - 35

Numeral name - 39

Pronoun - 42

Verb - 46

Communion - 55

ABOUT literary language Ancient Rus' - 56

The tired traveler - my reader - is 59

Stories about the life of Alexander Nevsky - 62

The story of the ruin of Ryazan by Batu - 72

Miracle of George about the serpent - 80

BEFORE THE LONG ROAD(instead of a foreword)

Grammar... - my future reader will drawl in disappointment and wrinkle his nose. Wait! Don't rush to close the book! This grammar is not simple. There are many miracles in it.

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors spoke seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they called each other, how they resolved state disputes, what they taught their children, even how they quarreled among themselves, you will hear. You will be able to read real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And rest assured, this is exactly how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Rus'. And the nursery rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see what land your ancestors lived on, what cities, monasteries, temples, houses they had. "Grammar" will tell you how ancient Russian people created books and icons, how they traded and fought, defending their native land from enemies. You will also find out how your peers studied in ancient Russian schools, what games they played, what funny little people they drew in their student notebooks. All this is not invented, not composed. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and chronicles, finding during excavations military helmets, weapons, darkened by time, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with faded stones. In the "grammar" ancient things came to life: ancient Russian swords and helmets regained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with a warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep-sided painted jugs. You can see them and... almost touch them with your hand!

And finally, the main miracle. "Grammar" will teach you the Old Russian language. And then the pages of handwritten books of deep antiquity will open before you, they will tell you about many amazing deeds and military exploits of our ancestors, they will enlighten you, teach you wisdom, and give you support for many years.

So don’t rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey to Ancient Rus'...

TRADE DIGGERS

Vanya opened his eyes. Having found a hole in the shutters from a knot, a pale ray leaked into the room. The clock on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they must meet Vaska on the bridge that leads to the Chudinovsky ravine, where, as it turned out yesterday, archaeological excavations have been going on for a week.

Since the beginning of summer, Vanya and Vasya have been visiting their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were surrounded by lush greenery in July. The friends played all kinds of games in a month - war, gorodki, chizhik, hopscotch, and even jumped. Vanya even read books, but his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, didn’t have too many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antiques. Vanya’s grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book bound in wood and leather, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

LORD OUR GOD, THOSE WHO SINNED IN THE SEVEN DAYS IN WORDS, DEEDS AND THOUGHTS, AS YOU ARE GOOD AND LOVER OF HUMANITY, FORGIVE ME: PEACEFUL SON AND SERENITY GIVE ME: YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL AFTER, AND KEEPING ME FROM ALL EVIL: FOR YOU ARE THE GUARDIAN OF OUR SOULS AND BODIES , AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND TO THE HOLY SPIRIT, NOW AND FOREVER AND TO THE AGES OF AGES. AMEN.

The grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at the unfamiliar words. How do you mean “sinned”? Perhaps he “sinned”? That's what I should say to my grandmother. But this is “now and ever and unto ages of ages”... Wonderful " ! Vanya keeps trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother’s reading, and Vanya doesn’t have enough strength to wait until his grandmother finishes reading, so he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Yesterday evening, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed on the seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling the fishing rods ashore to replace the worm, nibbled by the cunning and cautious crucian carp. I was too lazy to talk.

Along a bumpy dirt road lined with tall weeds, a truck swept along a dusty truck, in the back of which, holding onto the sides, sat guys in green, loose jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on the potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

Grammar... - my future reader will drawl in disappointment and wrinkle his nose. Wait! Don't rush to close the book! This grammar is not simple. There are many miracles in it.

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors spoke seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they called each other, how they resolved state disputes, what they taught their children, even how they quarreled among themselves, you will hear. You will be able to read real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And rest assured, this is exactly how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Rus'. And the nursery rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see what land your ancestors lived on, what cities, monasteries, temples, houses they had. "Grammar" will tell you how ancient Russian people created books and icons, how they traded and fought, defending their native land from enemies. You will also find out how your peers studied in ancient Russian schools, what games they played, what funny little people they drew in their student notebooks. All this is not invented, not composed. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and chronicles, finding during excavations military helmets, weapons, darkened by time, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with faded stones. In the "grammar" ancient things came to life: ancient Russian swords and helmets regained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with a warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep-sided painted jugs. You can see them and... almost touch them with your hand!

And finally, the main miracle. "Grammar" will teach you the Old Russian language. And then the pages of handwritten books of deep antiquity will open before you, they will tell you about many amazing deeds and military exploits of our ancestors, they will enlighten you, teach you wisdom, and give you support for many years.

So don’t rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey to Ancient Rus'...

Vanya opened his eyes. Having found a hole in the shutters from a knot, a pale ray leaked into the room. The clock on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they must meet Vaska on the bridge that leads to the Chudinovsky ravine, where, as it turned out yesterday, archaeological excavations have been going on for a week.

Since the beginning of summer, Vanya and Vasya have been visiting their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were surrounded by lush greenery in July. The friends played all kinds of games in a month - war, gorodki, chizhik, hopscotch, and even jumped. Vanya even read books, but his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, didn’t have too many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antiques. Vanya’s grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book bound in wood and leather, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

LORD OUR GOD, THOSE WHO SINNED IN THE SEVEN DAYS IN WORDS, DEEDS AND THOUGHTS, AS YOU ARE GOOD AND LOVER OF HUMANITY, FORGIVE ME: PEACEFUL SON AND SERENITY GIVE ME: YOUR GUARDIAN ANGEL AFTER, AND KEEPING ME FROM ALL EVIL: FOR YOU ARE THE GUARDIAN OF OUR SOULS AND BODIES , AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND TO THE HOLY SPIRIT, NOW AND FOREVER AND TO THE AGES OF AGES. AMEN.

The grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at the unfamiliar words. How do you mean “sinned”? Perhaps he “sinned”? That's what I should say to my grandmother. But this is “now and ever and unto ages of ages”... Wonderful " ! Vanya keeps trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother’s reading, and Vanya doesn’t have enough strength to wait until his grandmother finishes reading, so he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Yesterday evening, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed on the seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling the fishing rods ashore to replace the worm, nibbled by the cunning and cautious crucian carp. I was too lazy to talk.

Along a bumpy dirt road lined with tall weeds, a truck swept along a dusty truck, in the back of which, holding onto the sides, sat guys in green, loose jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on the potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

The students are off,” Vasya yawned drowsily. - Grandma says they are digging in the Chudinovsky ravine.

Are the pipes being changed? - Vanya lazily clarified, he was used to the fact that students, and his older brother was a student at the Institute of Technology, are always rushed to change leaky pipes. Vasya shook his head, examining the worm half-eaten by crucian carp in his palm:

Grandma says they are from the university. They came to her and asked her what and where it was before the war, they were digging up ancient monuments, looking for coins, rings...

Coins?! - The drowsiness disappeared as if by hand, Vanya stared at Vasya. - And you are silent! They're looking for treasure, don't you understand?! And here we sit with the crucian carp!

Vanya jumped up and hastily pulled the fishing line out of the water with the cork and white feather dangling from it, replacing the float, and began fussily winding the fishing line onto a long flexible rod. Continuing to speak quickly, Vanya for some reason switched to a whisper:

Since the expedition has arrived, it means there is definitely a treasure. They won’t send so many people in vain, understand?! They probably have a map, and there the burial site is marked with a cross. Do you know how this is done? Have you read "Treasure Island"? A gang of pirates hides the loot, draws a plan, marks where the treasure is hidden, then the main pirate kills everyone and pockets the map. Well, after his death the card began to wander from hand to hand. Look, you ended up with a great professor, he sent the students for the treasure, he himself can’t do it, he’s too old. They are digging for treasure, and you and I are guarding the floats.

Well, you give it! - Vasya laughed uncertainly. - Pirates! We haven't had them here in a long time.

There were no pirates?! And what about the ears?! Who robbed merchants along Ilmen? Yes, after them there are any number of treasures left! Give up your yellowfins. Went!

They hid their fishing rods under a huge oak tree, three girths wide, left a rusty can of worms here, and along a rut soft with thick dust, they hurriedly moved towards a ravine overgrown with sparse bushes.

The boys saw the excavation site immediately. It was a courtyard fenced with low, freshly planed stakes, from which dug corridors stretched out in narrow rays into the depths of the ravine. Several people, using small shovels, and some with their hands, carefully raked the earth, sweeping it with brooms and brushes. The sifted earth was carried in buckets and on stretchers to the road and poured into heaps. Next to the stakes, on a spread out whitish tarpaulin, lay things darkened by time, similar to those that Vanya and his grandmother had seen in the Novgorod Kremlin Museum - cuttings, beads, a serrated knife with a bone handle, greenish-brown rings, a fragment of an iron stick. “Not much,” Vanya thought and pushed Vasya in the side.

See, we haven’t gotten to the treasure yet. So we'll look.

Where? Here?! They'll see! - Vasya shook his head, the place was really open.

What about the night? - Vanya was determined.

“Well, no,” Vasya insisted. “Whatever you dig up in the dark, your grandmother won’t let you go.”

“Then early in the morning,” Vanya agreed compliantly; he understood that his grandmother Vera Vasilievna would not be happy about her grandson’s night absences.

With that, they decided, finally agreeing on the way back, that they would start digging early in the morning, while the students were sleeping, and let the grandmothers think that they had gone to the river to fish...

The morning turned out to be foggy, the sun's rays could not break through the thick milky veil that covered the meadow and forest. The bridge was not visible in the thick fog, but Vanya habitually walked along the road, knowing its every turn. There was a bridge, but Vasya was not on it. “I probably overslept,” Vanya sighed dejectedly, but, peering into the fog, he noticed a dark figure moving towards the bridge. He hurriedly stepped towards him, but was immediately surprised and saw that there was not one person in front, but two, walking, in a hurry, almost running. Vanya ducked under the bridge, into the stinging thickets of nettles, sticky with dew, and hid.