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BEFORE THE FURTHER ROAD(instead of a preface)

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

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors said seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they magnified 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 the most real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And be sure, this is how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Russia. And children's counting rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also very real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see on what land your ancestors lived, 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 learn 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 invented. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and annalistic vaults, finding military helmets, weapons, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with extinct stones, which had darkened from time during excavations. In the "grammar" old things came to life: the old Russian swords and helmets gained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep 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 of handwritten books of deep, antiquity will open before you, they will tell you about many amazing deeds, and the feats of arms of our ancestors, teach you, teach wisdom, give you support for many years.

So do not rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey in Ancient Russia...

STORAGE FINDERS

Vanya opened his eyes. Finding a knot hole in the shutters, a pale ray seeped into the room. The walkers on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they are to meet with Vaska on the bridge, which 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 staying with their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were buried in the July lush greenery. In which only games friends have not played in a month - and in the war, and in the towns, and in the siskin, in the "classics" and then jumped. Vanya even read books, but at his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, there are not many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antique ones. Vanya's grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book in a wooden, leather-bound cover, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

O Lord God of NASH, EZhE SOGRESHIH in the days of SEM SLOVOM, DELOM And POMYSHLENIEM, JACO BLAG And CHELOVEKOLYUBETS FORGIVE MI: MIREN SON AND BEZMYATEZHEN grant me: ANGEL OF YOUR KEEPER after, covering both SOBLYUDAYUSCHA MN ot all evil: For Thou art KEEPER DUSHAM And TELESEM NASHIM AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT NOW AND PRESENTED AND FOR AGE. AMEN.

Grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at unfamiliar words. How is it "sinned"? Probably "sinned"? That's what grandmother should say. But this - "now and ever and forever and ever" ... Wonderful " ! Vanya is trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother's reading, and to wait for grandmother to finish reading, Vanya does not have enough strength, he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask about, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight ...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Last night, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling fishing rods ashore to replace the worm gnawed by cunning and careful crucians. Even that was too lazy to speak.

On a bumpy lane lined with high weeds, a truck was dusty, in the back of which, holding on to the sides, were guys in spacious green jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

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

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

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

Coins ?! - Drowsiness vanished as if by hand, Vanya stared at Vasya. - And you are silent! They're looking for treasure, don't you understand ?! And we are sitting here with crucians!

Vanya jumped up and hastily pulled the line out of the water with a cork dangling on it and a white feather that replaced the float, began to fidgetily reel the line around the long flexible rod. Continuing to speak quickly, Vanya for some reason switched to a whisper:

Once the expedition has arrived, it means that there is a treasure. They won't send so many people in vain, understand ?! They probably have a map, and there the place of the burial is marked with a cross. Do you know how it's done? "Treasure Island" read? 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 went to wander from hand to hand. You look, and I got to some great professor, he sent the students for the treasure, he himself really can't, go, he is too old. They are digging the treasure, and you and I are watching the floats.

Wow! - Vasya laughed uncertainly. - Pirates! We've never had them here.

There were no pirates ?! And the earhooks ?! Who robbed merchants according to Ilmen? Yes, after them as many treasures are left! Throw your yellowfins. Went!

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

The boys saw the excavation site immediately. It was a courtyard fenced off with low, freshly planed stakes, from which dug corridors went into the depths of the ravine in narrow beams. Several people with small shovels, and some with their hands, carefully raked the ground, swept it with brooms and brushes. The sifted earth in buckets and on a stretcher was carried to the road and poured into heaps. Next to the stakes, on a whitish tarp spread, lay things that had darkened with time, similar to those that Vanya and his grandmother had seen in the museum of the Novgorod Kremlin - cuttings, beads, a serrated knife with a bone handle, greenish brown rings, a fragment of an iron stick. "Not a lot," Vanya thought and pushed Vasya in the side.

You see, we haven't reached the treasure yet. So we will search.

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

And what about the night? - Vanya was determined.

Well, no, - Vasya rested. - What can you dig up in the dark, and your grandmother won't let go.

Then early in the morning, - Vanya agreed compliantly, he understood that his grandmother Vera Vasilievna would not be happy about her grandson's absence at night.

On this they decided, finally agreeing on the way back that they would start digging early in the morning, while the students were asleep, and let the grandmothers think that they went to the river to fish ...

The morning turned out to be foggy, the sun's rays could not break through the dense milky shroud that covered the meadow and forest. In the dense fog, the footbridge was not visible, but Vanya walked along the road as usual, knowing its every turn. Here is the bridge, but Vasya was not on it. "I must have overslept," Vanya sighed dejectedly, but, peering into the fog, he noticed a dark figure moving towards the bridge. He was hastily stepped forward, but immediately surprised and saw that not one person in front, but two, walking, hurrying, almost running. Vanya ducked under the bridge, into the stinging thickets of nettles, sticky with dew, and hid.

The old log bridge creaked tightly. Voices were heard.

Well, and the fog, - Vanya heard over his head, said one.

It’s good, ”answered the other.

Shaking off the dust and earth that fell on his head, rubbing his knees burned with nettles, Vanya looked after the guys who had dissolved in the fog for a long time. They were clearly on their way to the excavation site. "The devils have brought them, - Vanya annoyed at the inopportunely appeared students. - Okay, let's see what they got up so early."

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

I slept, - out of breath, Vasya blurted out, pushed the bundle to Vanya and stuck his leg into his trouser leg, - you see, he didn't even have time to get dressed.

BEFORE THE FURTHER ROAD(instead of a preface)

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

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors said seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they magnified 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 the most real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And be sure, this is how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Russia. And children's counting rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also very real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see on what land your ancestors lived, 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 learn 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 invented. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and annalistic vaults, finding military helmets, weapons, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with extinct stones, which had darkened from time during excavations. In the "grammar" old things came to life: the old Russian swords and helmets gained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep 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 of handwritten books of deep, antiquity will open before you, they will tell you about many amazing deeds, and the feats of arms of our ancestors, teach you, teach wisdom, give you support for many years.

So do not rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey to Ancient Russia ...

STORAGE FINDERS

Vanya opened his eyes. Finding a knot hole in the shutters, a pale ray seeped into the room. The walkers on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they are to meet with Vaska on the bridge, which 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 staying with their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were buried in the July lush greenery. In which only games friends have not played in a month - and in the war, and in the towns, and in the siskin, in the "classics" and then jumped. Vanya even read books, but at his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, there are not many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antique ones. Vanya's grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book in a wooden, leather-bound cover, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

O Lord God of NASH, EZhE SOGRESHIH in the days of SEM SLOVOM, DELOM And POMYSHLENIEM, JACO BLAG And CHELOVEKOLYUBETS FORGIVE MI: MIREN SON AND BEZMYATEZHEN grant me: ANGEL OF YOUR KEEPER after, covering both SOBLYUDAYUSCHA MN ot all evil: For Thou art KEEPER DUSHAM And TELESEM NASHIM AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT NOW AND PRESENTED AND FOR AGE. AMEN.

Grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at unfamiliar words. How is it "sinned"? Probably "sinned"? That's what grandmother should say. But this - "now and ever and forever and ever" ... Wonderful " ! Vanya is trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother's reading, and to wait for grandmother to finish reading, Vanya does not have enough strength, he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask about, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight ...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Last night, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling fishing rods ashore to replace the worm gnawed by cunning and careful crucians. Even that was too lazy to speak.

On a bumpy lane lined with high weeds, a truck was dusty, in the back of which, holding on to the sides, were guys in spacious green jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

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

The first miracle. You will learn how your ancestors said seven hundred years ago. You will hear how they magnified 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 the most real ancient Russian letters, chronicles, prayers. And be sure, this is how they wrote and prayed in Ancient Russia. And children's counting rhymes and teasers in this grammar are also very real, ancient, not invented.

The second miracle. You will see on what land your ancestors lived, 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 learn 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 invented. Archaeologists and historians learned about this by reading birch bark letters and annalistic vaults, finding military helmets, weapons, fragments of jugs for mixing paints and necklaces with extinct stones, which had darkened from time during excavations. In the "grammar" old things came to life: the old Russian swords and helmets gained their former elegant shine, the stern faces of saints on icons shone with warm light, and instead of ancient clay cuttings - steep 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 of handwritten books of deep, antiquity will open before you, they will tell you about many amazing deeds, and the feats of arms of our ancestors, teach you, teach wisdom, give you support for many years.

So do not rush to close this book, my future reader, but go to An extraordinary journey to Ancient Russia ...

Vanya opened his eyes. Finding a knot hole in the shutters, a pale ray seeped into the room. The walkers on the wall showed half past five. Thank God I didn’t oversleep. At six o'clock they are to meet with Vaska on the bridge, which 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 staying with their grandmothers, whose houses on the outskirts of Novgorod were buried in the July lush greenery. In which only games friends have not played in a month - and in the war, and in the towns, and in the siskin, in the "classics" and then jumped. Vanya even read books, but at his grandmother, Vera Vasilievna, there are not many of them, new books. She has a whole chest of antique ones. Vanya's grandmother is a believer. Every evening she opens a thick book in a wooden, leather-bound cover, the book lies on the table in front of the icons, and begins to read measuredly:

O Lord God of NASH, EZhE SOGRESHIH in the days of SEM SLOVOM, DELOM And POMYSHLENIEM, JACO BLAG And CHELOVEKOLYUBETS FORGIVE MI: MIREN SON AND BEZMYATEZHEN grant me: ANGEL OF YOUR KEEPER after, covering both SOBLYUDAYUSCHA MN ot all evil: For Thou art KEEPER DUSHAM And TELESEM NASHIM AND TO YOU WE SEND GLORY TO THE FATHER AND THE SON AND THE HOLY SPIRIT NOW AND PRESENTED AND FOR AGE. AMEN.

Grandmother reads a prayer, and Vanya, listening to her quiet muttering, is surprised at unfamiliar words. How is it "sinned"? Probably "sinned"? That's what grandmother should say. But this - "now and ever and forever and ever" ... Wonderful " ! Vanya is trying to ask his grandmother about this, but he is embarrassed to interrupt his grandmother's reading, and to wait for grandmother to finish reading, Vanya does not have enough strength, he falls asleep. In the morning there is nothing to ask about, the strange words heard in the evening are forgotten overnight ...

Boredom enveloped Vanya and Vasya like a viscous midday stuffiness. Last night, sitting on the pond with fishing rods, they lazily gnawed seeds, spitting the husks into the green lace of the pond duckweed, occasionally and reluctantly pulling fishing rods ashore to replace the worm gnawed by cunning and careful crucians. Even that was too lazy to speak.

On a bumpy lane lined with high weeds, a truck was dusty, in the back of which, holding on to the sides, were guys in spacious green jackets and wide-brimmed hats. Bouncing on potholes, the truck disappeared around the bend.

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

Are the pipes changing? - Vanya clarified lazily, he was used to the fact that students, and his older brother was a student of a technological institute, are always abandoned to urgently change leaky pipes. Vasya shook his head, examining the worm half-eaten by the crucian carp in the palm of his hand:

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

Coins ?! - Drowsiness vanished as if by hand, Vanya stared at Vasya. - And you are silent! They're looking for treasure, don't you understand ?! And we are sitting here with crucians!

Vanya jumped up and hastily pulled the line out of the water with a cork dangling on it and a white feather that replaced the float, began to fidgetily reel the line around the long flexible rod. Continuing to speak quickly, Vanya for some reason switched to a whisper:

Once the expedition has arrived, it means that there is a treasure. They won't send so many people in vain, understand ?! They probably have a map, and there the place of the burial is marked with a cross. Do you know how it's done? "Treasure Island" read? 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 went to wander from hand to hand. You look, and I got to some great professor, he sent the students for the treasure, he himself really can't, go, he is too old. They are digging the treasure, and you and I are watching the floats.

Wow! - Vasya laughed uncertainly. - Pirates! We've never had them here.

There were no pirates ?! And the earhooks ?! Who robbed merchants according to Ilmen? Yes, after them as many treasures are left! Throw your yellowfins. Went!

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

The boys saw the excavation site immediately. It was a courtyard fenced off with low, freshly planed stakes, from which dug corridors went into the depths of the ravine in narrow beams. Several people with small shovels, and some with their hands, carefully raked the ground, swept it with brooms and brushes. The sifted earth in buckets and on a stretcher was carried to the road and poured into heaps. Next to the stakes, on a whitish tarp spread, lay things that had darkened with time, similar to those that Vanya and his grandmother had seen in the museum of the Novgorod Kremlin - cuttings, beads, a serrated knife with a bone handle, greenish brown rings, a fragment of an iron stick. "Not a lot," Vanya thought and pushed Vasya in the side.

You see, we haven't reached the treasure yet. So we will search.

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

And what about the night? - Vanya was determined.

Well, no, - Vasya rested. - What can you dig up in the dark, and your grandmother won't let go.

Then early in the morning, - Vanya agreed compliantly, he understood that his grandmother Vera Vasilievna would not be happy about her grandson's absence at night.

On this they decided, finally agreeing on the way back that they would start digging early in the morning, while the students were asleep, and let the grandmothers think that they went to the river to fish ...

The morning turned out to be foggy, the sun's rays could not break through the dense milky shroud that covered the meadow and forest. In the dense fog, the footbridge was not visible, but Vanya walked along the road as usual, knowing its every turn. Here is the bridge, but Vasya was not on it. "I must have overslept," Vanya sighed dejectedly, but, peering into the fog, he noticed a dark figure moving towards the bridge. He was hastily stepped forward, but immediately surprised and saw that not one person in front, but two, walking, hurrying, almost running. Vanya ducked under the bridge, into the stinging thickets of nettles, sticky with dew, and hid.

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Book by Tatyana Mironova “An Extraordinary Journey to Ancient Russia. The Old Russian Language for Children and Adults "is not just a textbook, but an adventure story in which the young reader, together with the heroes, makes a fascinating journey to Ancient Russia, meets people from the distant past, gets to know the history and culture of their homeland, learns to understand the Old Russian language , in the original he 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, will discover the living world of the Old Russian word.

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

Additional information about the book

AN UNUSUAL JOURNEY TO ANCIENT RUSSIA

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

Treasure hunters - 8

The secret of the underground passage - 20

In captivity - 36

Error - 68

Father Sergius' lessons - 76

Escape from the Monastery - 99

In the princely camp - 114

Recruits of Alexander Yaroslavich - 129

Eagle on a gold ring - 139

Visited for a short time - 145

Chase - 157

Saved! - 165

Interpreter - 170

ANCIENT RUSSIAN LANGUAGE FOR CHILDREN AND ADULTS - 187

Old Russian alphabet - 6

Old Russian sounds - 12

Noun - 23

Adjective - 35

Numeral name - 39

Pronoun - 42

Verb - 46

Communion - 55

O literary language Ancient Russia - 56

Tired traveler - my reader - 59

The story of the life of Alexander Nevsky - 62

The Tale of the Ruin of Ryazan Batu - 72

Miracle of George about the serpent - 80