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Legends and myths of Crimea

Introduction

The history of the Crimean Earth has millennia. Some nations came to this fertile land, others disappeared, the cities changed the names and the population, changed the language on which people spoke. Restore, as everything was actually very difficult, and often impossible. The Greeks were replaced by the Genoese, Genoese, Turks, Tatars, Russians, Ukrainians. Each people who came, left their part of the culture here, created a piece of the History of the Crimea. Myths and legends are very common in the Crimea, because each rock, every pebble and every sand grade Crimea has a long history, told and retold many times with different people and different peoples. The same event or phenomenon may have several legends of it describing. Sometimes these are completely incredible fairy tales that cause a modern person only a light smile, and sometimes they are so similar to the truth that they are ready to believe in the talked legend as in the truth. But they all have the right to life: after all, the main thing in the legends and myths is not actual, but, precisely, the art component. The same invention, which paints even the most gray and boring phenomenon with bright colors. We also touch the Crimean legends and the Crimean myths, no matter how many years they were, who would not compose them, and no matter how fantastic, or, on the contrary, they did not seem reliable.

Golden suitcase

Inspective treasures - the gold of the Kerch historical and archaeological museum was in this black suitcase. It disappeared during the mysterious circumstances during the past war. But his search continues until now.

In January 1926, the peasant of the Crimean village Martovka Our Kursa found a rich treasure on the plowed Kurgan - the burial of the Gothic king relating to the III-V centuries: the golden diadem decorated with carnelians and grenade grains, several gold buckles and ear pendants. Such excellent, high artistic quality of the Gothic monuments have not yet been found. They were transferred to the Kerch Historical and Archaeological Museum and received in the literature the name "Martovsky Vlander". He entered an important part of the famous Golden Collection of the Museum.

Yes, yes, she was really famous, generally accepted world importance, he entered all special directories and catalogs. Consisted of 719 gold and silver things. Among them are the seventy Pontic and Bosporian coins of Mithridatovsky time, that is, the II-I centuries BC, Tiritakovsky treasure discovered during excavations at the end of 1935. Especially fame used gold plaques with the image of the Scythians driving wine from the horns, plaques with the image of a young man, holding back horse, as well as with the image of the Sphinx, medallions with the image of Aphrodite and Erota, Gold masks, beads, belts from gold and silver plates, Gold needles and Petals. The rarely considered a collection of medieval buckles from seventeen objects, a collection of all kinds of bracelets, seagh, rings, rings, pendants with images of griffin, sphinxes and lions. Finally, it was Pantikipei Coins of Creams of Chervonny Gold, Golden Bosporovan, Greek, Roman Genoese, Byzantine, Turkish, Russian Coins, Medals, Ancient Icons in Golden Squares, decorated with precious stones, and much more. In a word, these were invaluable monuments of world culture.

The war turned to the collection of a terrible tragedy. When the fascists in the fall of the 41st year broke into the Crimea, the most significant exhibits were laid in 19 boxes and cooked to evacuation. The gold collection was placed in a large plywood suitcase, upholstered with black dermantine. In addition, it was indicated as "place # 15". But most often, even in official documents, he was called the "golden suitcase." It was particularly careful to him. All items laid out in him not only in the presence of the director of the museum, an outstanding archaeologist Yulia Juliwich Marty, and the main custodian, but also in the presence of the Chairman of the City Council and the secretary of the Gorod Council. Closed the suitcase on the locks, tied up with a belt, sealed the seal of the Kerch Gallovetal of WCP (b).

On September 26, 1941, Marty and the Instructor of the Gorkom Party Ivanenko went with the museum cargo in the deep rear, in a distant and dangerous journey, which turned out to be irrevocable, tragic, in many ways mysterious so far. In the mid-seventies, I also made the same path from Kerch in search of a "golden suitcase".

But back by September forty-first. Initially, the boxes on the boat were crossed through the Kerch Strait. Under the bombing did not fall, which was considered a successful omen. In Taman, drawers overloaded on trucks. The road was held in an open area, which was well visible with fascist aircraft. At raids, popped out of cars and hid, where they would have. Marty and Ivanhenko accounted for all of all, as they dragged a heavy suitcase. He should always be with them for any, the most extraordinary circumstances. Even the price of my own life they were obliged to save him.

So reached Krasnodar, and then moved to Armavir. Here Marty and Ivanhenko handed out their cargo. Their dangerous mission was completed, and they recovered on the rear. But it was unlikely that they assumed that for the "place # 15" the worst thing was still ahead. The heads of the Krasnodar Coresprint Pashkov and Markov and Markov, who were broadcast to Moscow, were guessed about this, who were broadcast to Moscow, to the drug addict about the prosperous evacuation of the Values \u200b\u200bof the Kerch Museum. Who could then know that the fascist invasion reaches the Krasnodar Territory ...

Soon bombing Armavir began. With the next tax, the bomb fell into the building where there were drawers with Kerch exhibits, and they all died under the ruins and in fire fire. And "golden suitcase"? For a long time and I thought so.

However, after long searches in archives, long correspondence, requests, for which it took several months, I managed to contact a person from whom I learned the further fate of Kerch Gold. They were Anna Moiseevna Avdaykina. Meet her in Armavir, in her tiny house. In 1941-1942, she headed the so-called specialist of the city executive committee. It was here that Marty and Ivanhenko "Golden Suitcase" were brought.

The chairman of the city executive committee Vasily Petrovich Small ordered to open a suitcase, "Anna Moiseevna told, to verify its contents with the described presented. Everything agreed exactly. Then the suitcase was closed, put the seal of the Armavir City Executive Committee. He was left to preserve in the "special", so he survived with the bombing.

In the summer of forty-second year, I strongly got sick - the raw tit and inflammation of the lungs. Mom went barely barely. I got up with a weak-weak bed. But on August 3, a concerned mom told me that the Germans are very close and, it seems, our city leave. I decided to go to the House of Soviets, where my "specialty" was placed. The building has met the doors open and full sunlight. All of it left it. It was hardly scrupped on the fourth floor, entered his room and ... Immediately I saw that the most suitcase! My eyes did not believe! But it was he. About him in the turmoil just forgot.

What to do? One thing for me is not a suitcase - because in it kilograms eighty it was. I return home and ask to help my sister Polina and nephew shur. Threesome tent heavy suitcase in the desert streets. Bombing began - explosions, fires, fly slices of bricks, fragments of glasses. Still, they came to home. What's next? I remember that I was called "just in case" a place for evacuation. Run there. Thank God, I see completely exhausted small. He wanted to dismiss me from me, but when he learned about the suitcase, even changed in his face. Immediately sent a truck behind him, ordered to go to the village calm and there to give it to the head of the state bank Yakov, Markovich Lobod.

On the way, we were fired from the corn. Lost tires. Somehow got to the village on the rods. Suitcase I gave the loboda, and myself decided to wade into my own. But she was detained with a fascist patrol and is assigned to the camp to verify the person. I understood if the Germans are assessed that he was the head of the "special police" ... in a word, from the camp Beshal and with many adventures crossed the front line.

After the liberation of Armavir from the occupants, Anna Moiseevna in February 1943 returned home. He learned from the mother that the Gestapovians came behind her, asked about ... suitcase, demanded to say where he was hidden. It seems that someone saw Avdykina with him and reports to the Germans. The Gestapovians searched the house, even a haystack in the courtyard was dragging with bayonets.

Anna Moiseevna then did not know that behind this suitcase from Kerch himself was a special pronder committee, which included Berlin archaeologists. They had a complete inventory of the contents of the "golden suitcase", which he handed over the traitor - an employee of the Kerch Museum.

By the way, I discovered her copy in the affairs of the German city administration, which I kindly shown in Kerchensky KGB.

Sondercoma reached and calm. Visited the village thirty years later and me. Asked old-timers, museum workers. Mikhail Nikolaevich Snowkin, Mikhail Nikolayevich Snowkin, especially helped me - thanks to him. That's what I learned.

On August 6, 1942, the Loboda immersed the suitcase on his bunch, closed with a different homemade scarler and began to wade into the rear. But ran into the fascists. The soldiers, however, did not check that he was tired, unshaven and frightened man, and sent him back to the village. Jacob Moiseevich turned into the forest and got to the partisan. There remained an ordinary fighter.

In December, forty-second year, the calm partisan detachment fell in an extremely difficult situation. Its food bases were looted by the fascists, the products and ammunition were ended. Fighters of starval, suffered from diseases and strong frosts. The detachment surrounded the punishers, and he suffered serious losses. Therefore, his command decided to make his way from the surroundings in small groups, part of moving along the nearby villages.

Annotation.

Edition 9th. Filatova Maria Semenovna

The book included widespread legends, allowing the reader to become better familiar with numerous monuments of material, spiritual culture, history and nature of the Crimea.

Legends of Crimea

Preface

On the rock of the phenomenon of St. George

Blacksmith from Mount Demerji

Golden Oarser at Chatrdag

Multicolor Cave on Chatrdag

Talking about Queen Feodore

Legend of Bear Mountain

Gemini Rocks in Gurzuf

About letters on the stone near Nikita

As Yalta originated

Legend of the Golden Beach

About the mermaid and fountain at Mishor

About the source under ah-petri

The ruins of the fortress on the cross grief

Bird of happiness from a falcon

On the rocks of the diva, monk and cat in Simeiz

Gicky - Hersonsones Heroine

About the cradle hidden on Mount Basman

About the origin of Bakhchisaraya

Fountain of Sears of the Bakhchisarai Palace

Tale of Janica from Kyrk-ora

Stones Mother and Daughter in the Valley Kachi

On the wall of Mangup

About the removed Cossack and the greedy Turk from the Mangupian citadel

About the maiden tower in Sudak

Mountain Two Udodov - Opuk

Legend of seven wells

Iphigencies in Tavrida

Perekopsky ditch

Death Mithridata

Moma's grave

Stone sailboats

Kara-Dag - Black Mountain

Khan and his son

Proud Aishe

Orline fall

Kizil - Shaightanova Berry

Why black sea burly

Spring Svyatoslav

Poplar, pomegranate and cypress

Long fortress

Healing lakes

Divin-Chaika

Sea Heart

Samoo Cat

Kutuzovsky fountain

Petrified ship

Chert Banya

Echchedag - Goat Mountain

Holy Mogila

Shaitan-Sarai.

Holy blood

Letter Magomet

Robbery cave

Mushrooms Father Samsonia

Soldatkin Most.

Karadagsky ring

Keterlez.

Caramita

Gulash-Hoic

The death of Girea

Musk-Jami - Musky Mosque

Sultan Sale

Kemal-Babai.

Quiet ringing

Cherchambe

Kurban Kay - Sacrificial Rock

Delicli Kaya.

Camping Briver

Legends of Crimea

Preface

Crimea is rightly considered one of the most beautiful corners. And almost every stone here is Oweyan by a poetic legend. It is no coincidence. For many centuries, the Crimean Earth shocked the turbulent historical events, who left the indelible traces on it. The people associated these events with numerous monuments of material and spiritual culture existing in the Crimea, and peculiarly reflected in various poetic works.

But not only the story has a similar kind of creation. In Crimea, as in other corners of the south of Ukraine, many original nature monuments. Fancy contours of cliffs, overgrown with forests of deep gorges, mysterious cave failures often injected fantastic images and plots and also served as a source of legends and testes.

In the past, Crimean legends were published repeatedly.

The present edition includes well-known Crimean legends. Some legends are, if you can put it, local history. Others have a clear historical flavor. They act specific persons, they reflect reliable events, they rather accurately convey a common historical environment, against which the plot is deployed. But legends are, first of all, poetic works, and historical content in them is transmitted to a purely transfiguration.

Legends are designed to help the best knowledge of the edge, excite interest, love for the Crimea is this grateful corner of Ukraine, hotly beloved workers. The courage and fearless people are chased. The legends inspire faith in the inevitable celebration of goodness over evil, in the victory of the high principles of philanthropy over inhumanity, complicity and egoism.

The collection presents works with Ukrainian motives. This is natural: the connection of the Crimea with Ukraine goes its roots into the depths of centuries. They entered the collection of the legends of the Crimean Tatars.

Works in the collection are heterogeneous in genres, the manner of presentation, language and its origin. It seems that there is nothing wrong with that. The collection has no reason to do the same type in the language, style, genres, artificially process, level its content.

The collection is illustrated by the pictures and pictures of those notable places referred to in the legends. This will give the reader an additional opportunity to get better familiar with the monuments of the history and nature of the Crimea.

At the end of the collection placed brief explanations for legends. Explanations are separated from the main text in order not to clutter it with all sorts of footnotes. [Explanations allocated in italics are given at the end of each legend. - lenok555]

On the rock of the phenomenon of St. George

Not far from Cape, the Fiolent snaps into the sea a small rock. It seems like this cliff is not noteworthy, but what the legend says.

The team of a small shopping ship of Tavrichesky Greeks during a swimming in the Black Sea near the woven coast of Cape, the Fiolent was caught up with an unprecedented storm for these places. A terrible storm hit the little ongoing courageous Greeks. The fierce squalid wind broke into the shreds all the sails, broke down the slender masts and threw a reliable steering wheel. Dark and heavy clouds descended low above the raging waves, closing the entire horizon. Giant furious waves in the indomitable rage collapsed on the deck and began to carry the ship to a high invisible rocky shore.

Seeing the inevitable death, the team of the vessel rushed to his knees with faith and prayer. They raised their hands to the sky and began to pray hotly, turning to the Holy Great Martyr George Victorious: "About Saint George, our patron, help us, save us from an imminent death." Hearing hearty screams of perishing, St. George appeared in front of praying, all in radiance, from a pitch darkness on a small rock in the sea at the shore. He, having raised his hands to heaven, turned to God himself, and his appeal was heard - the storm immediately subsided. Ridden from the faithful death, the Greeks climbed onto this rock and there they found the icon of the Great Martyr of St. George. They saw the high rocky shore at least and moved to him from the cliff, taking with them the icon.

In gratitude for his happy salvation, they founded in the nearest cave on the shore opposite the cliff, where the Saint Georgy was, the cave temple and installed the acquired icon there. The most pious Greeks settled here forever, forming a brotherhood. Having arranged to live, they did not forget about their faithful Savior, every day prayed to St. George and worked tirelessly, removing residential buildings, economic premises and conducting an exemplary economy.

The case described in the legend took place in 891. Over time, indeed, a monastery was built in honor of St. George. Heorgievsky monastryry was managed (later - the monastery in the name of the Great Martyr of St. George) by the Chersoness bishop. From 1304 - Bishop of the Gothic Diocese. In the domination of the Turks, the monastery was managed by Constantinople Patriarch, and after the joining of Crimea to Russia - the holy synod.

In 1891, in the celebration of the Millennium of the existence of the monastery, on the very rock in the sea, where in 891 the whole shining Saint Georgy appeared and the icon of St. George was acquired, the gold-plated huge cross was erected with the inscription about the time of the wonderful phenomenon, and for climbing from the sea and visits to this significant location in the rock steps were carved. The monastery of St. George flourished many centuries, in addition to the ancient cave church in the name of St. George.

Blacksmith from Mount Demerji

Descent from the Angarsk Pass to the South Beach ... The road wriggles the snake. On the left side all the time from the sole to the top is visible by Mount Demerji.

After the chatyrgy, this is the most beautiful mountain in the Crimea, the locals say. How many hours has a day, the color changes so many times. As if the rainbow is blown over its slopes.

In the afternoon, when everything is flooded with sunlight, you can notice the cluster of the block on the mountain, as if the Giant tears them from the top and folded into a bunch. On the side facing the valley, stone columns, fabulous figures, are visible, are not the people, not the animals. These bizarre sculptures are standing next to ordinary cliffs and as if asking: "Find out who we are, as we got here."

Many legends are told about them about them. Here is one such a legend.

In the distant-distant times, the hordes of the horde of the nomads were poured into the Crimean Earth. They were the Corenastricians, Longs, Persons - Round, Eyes are small, and look - fierce. Like a fiery lava, they spread in the steppes and the mountains, Gare, smoke, Smerah stabbed them.

The enclorations of the Crimean residents were not submitted, the brave met enemies. A lot was destroyed by the uninvited guests, they had dubed them. And the further into the depths of the peninsula, the conquerors were moving, the more need for weapons they were tested.

And they reached the mountain, which local people called Funna - smoking. Raised from the top of her post a smoky fire, always light around the mountain.

The surrounding inhabitants of grasshopped art were famous, many craftsmen lived in the village of the foot of the mountain, working in their little blacksmiths.

The first mountain in these places people lit from the fire from the top of the funny. And often in the people, this mountain was called differently - Demerji, which means "blacksmith."

The beautiful, fragrant nature of the Crimea, the centuries-old and tragic story, in which the paths of many peoples and the tribes of our Motherland, which reflected their heroic struggle against foreign invaders, "they also bear numbers", - all this could not not attract the attention of poets, Artists, composers ...

Two great poet of Slavs - Pushkin and Mitskevich - granted due in their work of the Crimean theme. Crimean landscape, the life of the people of this sunny Peninsula suggested not one inspired page Maxim Gorky, the forest Ukrainka, Mikhail Kotsjubinsky, Alexander Olesya, Vladimir Mayakovsky.

The past of Crimea was widely reflected and in the work of nameless folk poets, in folklore. The air of the Crimea, his picturesque mountains, his coastal cliffs, his groves, gardens, vineyards, I would say, breathe poetry, look at legends, fairy tales, songs.

The history of the Crimea is inherent from the history of ancient Russia, later - from the history of Ukraine and Russia.

For Ukraine, the Cossack times, the Crimean cities were associated with the terrible word of the capture, with Tatar raids for peaceful villages, as well as with the famous campaigns against the Turkish-Tatar enslavers. The reflection of the events of the time we see in many brilliant rows of Taras Shevchenko.

Russian people revealed immortal patriotic feats on the days of the Russian-Turkish war 1853-1856. These exploits were also reflected in numerous literary works, among which in the first place you need to put the challengely "Sevastopol stories" of Leo Tolstoy. S. N. Sergeev-Visk, who deservedly be called the singer of Crimea and who was the son of one of the defenders of Sevastopol during this war, dedicated her a three-volume novel "Sevastopol Strada", which is very popular with our readers. Firmly associated with the Crimea life and creativity of the unforgettable P. A. Pavlenko.

On this site are collected, of course, only part of the Crimean legends and legends, wonderful in their simplicity and internal truthfulness. In these works, a lot of fiction, sometimes there are sorcerers and sorcerers in them, supernatural forces ... But the main acting person in them is the people, the labor people with his courage, generosity, nobility. The loyalty to the native country and the native people, maiden cleanliness and unchanged love are hammered in the legends about the distant and close past of the Crimea, with which the Crimean Publisher introduces our public.

I think that our folklorists, welcoming the appearance of the "Legends of the Crimea," with the most close attention will continue to collect and study the folk works dedicated to this campaign peninsula.

Crimean legends

Legend of Maiden Tower

Many secrets store the dilapidated towers and the walls of the ancient fortress, which rises on the mountain near Sudak. They say that in those days, when Sudakow owned the Greeks, the daughter of Archont lived in that tower, proud beauty equal to which was not in Tavrid. They say Diophant, the best commander of Mithridate, King Pontiussky, in vain, sought her hands, and the local noble young people did not bother to raise her eyes on her.No one knew that the girl had already loved, "the simple shepherd. And this is how it happened.

Favorite servant of the daughter of Archont broke and died. According to custom, the unfortunate girl buried where she died, and on the gravestone, they made a deepening, so that the dew was going to, and the birds, quenching thirst, fluttered over the grave and sang her songs. Once the daughter of Archont went to the grave of his slave to feed the birds and saw the shepherd there. The young man sat thinking. His beautiful dark face expressed his sadness, and the lush curls crumbled on the shoulders and moved to the wind.

The girl asked the young man who he was coming from.

As you can see - shepherd, "he answered. "And I got ... Mother found me in the garden."

She smiled.

Why are you sad?

Because there is no one to climb me.

And laughed, so it's so good that it seemed to her that no one ever laughed.

Hanging, they did not notice how time ran. Both were easy and joyful, and no one and

nothing reminded that she was the daughter of Archont, and he was a shepherd. Is it important for hearts?

Since then, only the dreams of the shepherd and lived a beautiful girl, and the shepherd believed that among the gods and people were not happy.

But somehow they saw them together and reported on this archon. Ordered the archon to grab the shepherd and throw it into the stone well.

Several days have passed, while I learned the death-minded girl, where her lover. Caressing, bribing, she managed to free the prisoner. Without consciousness lay a shepherd in the girl's room when the door opened and Archont entered. He raised his hand angry, I wanted to tell people who came with him, but seeing a deadly pale daughter, her burning gaze, retreated. Light smile slid on his face.

Call Lekary, - he ordered.

When the doctor came, Archont told him loudly to hear everyone:

I do not want to darken the good feelings of my daughter. You have to save it for her happiness.

And the young man was saved.

But the archon did not think at all agree with the choice of his daughter. One kind of shepherd caused a deaf malice. He decided to disconnect them with a cunning, and then as quickly as possible to give the daughter to marry.

Soon the ship went to the mite. With this ship, Archont has conceived to send a shepherd to Greece allegedly with an important assignment.

A year later, he said his daughter, - the ship will return back. If your sweetheart does not change you, you will see a white sign on the mast. And then I will not oppose your happiness. But if there is no this sign on the ship, it means that he is not enough you. And you will have to agree that your husband become Diofant.

And Morakhodam Archont ordered the shepherd on the road to Millet,

Passed year. Everything was anxious in the soul of the girl, she went out all the cup to watch, did the ship appeared with a white sign.

Once the entire population of the city gathered on the pier: the ship arrived from a distant mile. But the expected sign of the daughter of Archont did not see on the mast.

She called the slave and ordered to force himself the best tunic and a sampfira and opal. Then the girl rose to the top of the tower, where the teeth are glad.

Call Diophanta, "she asked.

Soon on the top of the tower ran in love the commander and rushed to the daughter of Archont. She stopped his gesture.

You summed up me without asking if you need me, she said. - And you knew that I love the other. What did you achieve

Or didn't you need my heart? I had to become your concubine called my wife. Thrust people and you, and my father. You do not know that love is stronger than life ...

The daughter of Archont quickly approached the clearance between the teeth and rushed down.

Since then, the tower on the rock is called the maiden.

Legend of the legend of Janica from Kyrk-ora

Look, strong walls of Kyrk-ORA, Wow, what strong! If you're so much to integrate your hands, you still do not hunt the wall. Thick walls, strong fortress. And the gates of iron and castles, probably, each with a powder. And who lived behind the walls, do you know? Tukhtamysha Khan. What to say about him? Tukhtamysha Khan is a little saying! What was Khan? They do not want to watch, so terrible was. He also talked about the wool's wool, he was redhead, he had his head, like a ram, pupils had an eye across his eyes, such a person does not happen.

He never shouted, Takhtamysha Khan, but people were even afraid of his whisper. The rich was Tukhtamysh. And where did you see a poor khan? Everything was with him. In his stone caves stood the trees rich, chests with big castles, but, a woman, better not to open the covers of these chests. If you open, stupid, you think that the sun was stolen and hidden in the chest, look and blind. This is not the sun, it is rich clothes with stones precious, gold gold on clothes. Only you don't touch them with your hands, let them lie. The sticky they, because the wealth of Tukhtamysha Khan on blood rivers came, came and fell into the chests. Stone caves, stone walls and stone heart Tukhtamysha Khan. No one loved Tohtamysha Khan, and what Khan loves? He had a girl in a harem, called her Janike. And indeed, she was Janik - spiritual. The kind was, affectionate, like a child, as the mother is affectionate.

Beautiful was Janica, only in the chest at Januk, some bird always juts. So thought Janik. I did not know, stupid, that in her breast she had a big illness, the disease is terrible. Father, her mother did not have, and Tohtamysh bought her in Bakhchisaraye, below, bought a girl and hid, like a pigeon in a cage, and raised for himself in his harem, and so that people did not speak bad, the daughter called. All were afraid of Torkhtamysh, and the little Janica was afraid. Comes to Harem Tukhtamysh, asks how do you live? I live, tells Janik. Large red hand will put Khan on her head, and seemed to be Janik, that the head would fall off.Tahtamysh is just a lot, but the most important treasure is -janya.

One day the trouble came to Tahtamysh. The Fortress of Kyrk-OR surrounded the enemies, from two sides. Big army. They beat Daul, they shouted, they were already happy. They knew the enemies: there is no water in the fortress, and without water how will you live? They knew the enemies that they did not need heads in the stones. Let's wait, they said, we have a lot of time. We have the water, our bread, and Tohtamama Khan, when I force, he himself will open his iron gate, he himself will make the keys on a silk pillow and ask: accept all yours. So talked enemies. And behind the wall, Tukhtamysh Khan went like a wild beast, like Bars evil, scary. There is no water, and the days are going, and the bird is not opening his wings to the Kyrk-Our, and people soon began to fall, how autumn leaves fall. The stone heart was in Tohtamysh. He was afraid for his treasures, and people did not regret. He made them throw stones down, on the enemies, and viciously spoke to his people:

Think, I will open the gate with my own hands? If I do not have enough stones, I will throw your heads with your heads. People were afraid at first, and then they did not feel anything, they still had anyway. Without water, will you live?

And it became quiet in the fortress of Kyrk-OR, no one sang songs. Mothers from the chest not only milk - blood is not squeezed, and all small children have fallen faster. How was their sorry! And there is no water. Janica in the harem was divided: why so quietly in Kyrk-Ore, why no one says anything, why not even the dogs? And the nanny in response only shoulders shaped; Nanniki knew, but to say it is impossible. Then the boy came to Janyak in Harem - Shepherd Ali. He came, humbly lowered his head and said like this:

Listen, Janica. You see, I am a man, and not looking at you, let my eyes do not insult you, a girl. Do not be afraid, listen to me, I came from the people. Listen, Janik, people talk about you that you never told the wrongness that your pink lips did not disappoint anyone. Listen, Janik, people are still talking, "Ali spoke about fright," that you are not a daughter Torkhtamysh that you are ours, from there from the essh-yurt that Takhtamysh bought you. If so, Janica, how does your heart suffer, how do you not help the people? Listen that I will tell you: there is far away, but you do not be afraid, there the water sings, let's go ...

Why do you need water? - asked Janica.

You do not know? In all of the Kyrk-Ore there is not a drop of water, small children fall, die, and no one can save them. I wanted to put a touch where the water, but I have wide shoulders, and you - people talk about you, you are thin, like a twig, you will penetrate everywhere, - you will crawl into crevice and get water from there, she sings there, and I suffer Its in the reservoir. Let's go, you are ours.

What are you, boy, "answered Janak," Did I dare, I'm a girl, I can not be with you, a boy. I will curse the sky, everyone will curse me, everyone will turn away from me, even you grow up and become a big man, you will show on me with your finger, and I will need to die then.

Do not be afraid, Janak, - asked the boy, "let's go," Janik, let's go, we will do that no one will see us, and I will accept the whole sin.

Well, - said Janik, and they went. All night, the girl and the boy launched the water in the urban reservoir, and was already in the water reservoir as much as in the small sea, and still wore, and still wore, and then, when the suns were already sprinkled when it became good in the sky, suddenly from The girl's breast flew away the bird, even saw the little Janica, as she rushed high in the sky. Then she became very painful and she fell. And she fell face to earth. A face down fell by Janoka, she began to complain to all mothers to the mother of all mothers.When it became light, people came. The first to appear small people. They saw the water and said simply like wise men: "Look, water!", And began to drink. And then run everywhere and shouted: "Water! Water!" And the big people did not believe, but small people said everyone: "Look, water! Water!"

And everyone has fun repeated this word and began to drink water. And then they saw that Ali-shepherd cries about some kind of body, which lies on Earth, so small, thin.

When they turned his face up, they saw and frightened.

Janky!

And then everyone understood the people, and then the people said:

Legend Fountain Tears

Fierce and Grozen was Han Crimea Gary. He did not spare anyone, did not regret anyone. Crimea Girl came to the throne through the corpses mountains. He ordered to cut all boys of a kind, even the smallest who was taking no higher wheel checks, so that no one thought about power, while he, Khan, alive. When raids made Crimea-Gire, the earth burned, the ashes remained. No prayers and tears touched his heart. People fluttered, fear ran ahead of the name of the Khan.-Well, let him run, he said, it's good, if you are afraid ...

What a person is, and without a heart does not happen. Let it be stone, let the iron. Let's knock on the stone, the stone will respond. Write to iron - iron silent. And they spoke in the people - the Crimea Hire has no heart. Instead of a heart he has a lump wool. Wrong in a lump wool - what answer will you get? Will this heart hear? But a man's sunset comes. She fell once a young khan, and weakened his heart.Once in a harem to the old Khan, a slave was brought, a small slender girl. Dellae her called. She brought her chief eunuch, showed the Crimea-Gire, even tamed from admiration, praising the slave.Delawar did not warm her ash and love of the old Khan, but still loved her Crimea Girl. And for the first time in the long life, he felt his heart to root, he could suffer, can be rejoiced that the heart was alive.

For a long time I lived Delledge. He wanted in captivity, like a gentle flower, devoid of the sun.

At the sunset of the days to love a man is very difficult. From this love, the heart is always painful. And when the beloved goes out of life, the heart cries blood. I understood Khan, how difficult it is to human heart.

Called the Crimea Gray Master of Iranian Omera and told him:

Make so that the stone through the century is carried by my grief, so that the stone is crying, how the male heart cries.

His master asked:

Good was the girl?

What do you know about her? - answered Khan. - She was young. She was beautiful as the sun, elegant, like Lan, Major, like a pigeon, good, as a mother, gentle, as morning, gentle, like a child. Little listened for a long time and thought: how to make a tear of human?- From stone what you will be squeezed? - Slap Hean. - Silent a stone. But if your heart is crying, paying and stone. If there is a soul in you, there must be a soul and in stone. Do you want to tear your stone to transfer? OK, I'll do it. Stone pays. He will tell about my grief. About Mount Master Omeer. People find out what men's tears are. I will tell you the truth. You took everything from me than the soul was alive. Native land, family, name, honor. No one saw my tears. I cried my heart. Now these tears will see. Stone tears will be seen. It will be burning tears for men. About your love and my life.On the marble plate cut out the petal of flower petal, one, the other ... And in the middle of the flower, the eyes of the eye of the eye, it was supposed to fall on the chest of the stone heavy men's tear to burn her day and night, without stopping, years, centuries ...

And she cut out Omer snail - a symbol of doubt. He knew that the doubt gates the soul of Khan: why did his whole life and sadness, love and hatred, were needed by him, all human feelings? There is still a fountain in the Bakhchisarai Palace and crying, crying day and night ...So carried Omer through the century love and grief, the life and death of young delaire, their sufferings and tears ...The fraternal cemetery of the Soviet soldiers who died in battles for the liberation of Bakhchisaraya and Sevastopol is located on the territory of the chapel at the fraternal cemetery (at the end of the street. Pushkin) installed in 1895 at the site of burial over four thousand defenders of Sevastopol, who died from the Russian Academy of Sciences in Bakhchisara.

Legend as Vladimir Svyatoslavovich Chersonese fought

The prince of Kiev, Vladimir Svyatoslavich, conceived by Visantia and demanded himself to his wife sister Byzantine Emperor Anna. Proud Emperor Vasily II read for himself shameful to relax with barbarians, idolaters and refused to Russian prince. Then Vladimir Svyatoslavich gathered a boyars, the governor, the warriors and told them: "Vityazhi, warriors, the faithful of my warriors! I thought the Duma is the Great and I hope that you support me. I and all you are ashamed to be called idolaters. All European sovereigns are worshiped by the Unified Heavenly God, only we are invented by our forefathers. I sent ambassadors to all nations and made sure that the best faith in Grekowynov. And I decided to take this faith. But the Byzantine emperors do not want to have a deal with us. I want to conquer in Tavriik Greek lands and a monument to the prince Vladimir to force Byzantium to reckon with us. We will swim in Korsun and take it. And when we agree with Byzantium, we will restore these land in power and return home. "

In the summer, the 988th huge loss led by Prince Vladimir Svyatoslavich went on a campaign. The roots with Russian voyage went down the Dnieper and, overcoming the stormy waters of Ponta Evksinsky, found themselves off the coast of Tauridic. Leaving the rooks in the quiet Kten bay, the Russians landed on the Herculene Peninsula. Here was a well fortified city of Chersonese.

The first one who was met by Russian warriors in the Chersonese land was a man in long to fifth clothes, with a cross on her neck.

Who are you and how is your name? - His prince Vladimir asked.

I am a priest from Chersonesos, and my name is Anastasiya. Doszvol and I ask you, princess, why did you complain to us with a sword? After all, we are with you, Rossami, the contract.

The prince replied:

Do not believe you, princess, Heronesons and the gate will not open. And the force to overcome them is not easy. They will not spare lives to protect their native city. But if you really conceived Christianity to accept, I will help to master the city. Let me go only. The Prince of Anastasia released, and Tolmach, and Tolmach sent to ask for the Hersonesites to open the city gate and shame the case of the world. But Tolmach returned with anything. And when the Russians approached the urban walls, they were shivered by arrows and stones. It was seen throughout the hersonets firmly decided to defend themselves.Prince Vladimir gathered a governor in his tent and began to keep advice: how to be?

You are wise, prince, and you know what to do, - Milns of the Governor. We do not blame me, but not too, we take a sword with a sword. We are friends with the Greeks and treaties with them. Is it not better to make an embankment under the wall and move to the city without a fight? At night, when Kersonesites slept, thousands of republics with krcs and shovels came under the city wall and stretchers, asked from fishing boats, began to wear the Earth. Shortly before the dawn, they returned to their mill.Heronesons were very surprised when the in the morning they saw a mound under the wall in several sages of length and widths. Called the strategist. He climbed onto the wall, looked at the mound and solved the opponent's idea.

We will overheut Ross, "he said. - We will also work at night, and sleep in the day. The next night, the Heronesons were made under the soot of the subpople and began to be carried into the city of the land, rushed by Ross. And no matter how much the Russians have not caused the Earth, the crystroletes were carried out. The mound did not increase.

What would this mean? - wondered Russians. And only when a large hill of fresh land rose behind the city wall, they understood everything.

It is difficult to deal with these Greeks, "said Prince Vladimir. - They answer with trick for any trick. It turns out, in vain we worked so much. Well, take them to hemors.

Russian warriors surrounded Chersonesos and began to wait. The days were replaced by nights, time flew, and Hersonets and did not think to surrender. They had plenty and bread, and water, and patience. But I finally dried up with Vladimir, and he decided to go to the assault. And then, the priest of Anastasius, from the besieged city, he put an arrow to the station of Russian troops with a note tied to her, in which he reported: "Song from the city gates of complete 135 steps to the southeast, and you will come to the stone. Under this stone takes place in the city the only water leader. If you take water to the side, the city will remain without water and will have to surrender. "

So they learned the Russians. They blocked the waterway and forced the deposited to surrender. Chersonets recognized the Russian winners and agreed to let them in the city. They asked only to preserve their lives, freedom and property. Prince Vladimir promised them it. The city gates of Chersonesos opened open. Strategist, military leaders, famous citizens with banners and chorugrees, with bread and salt, came out to meet the Grand Prince of all Russia Vladimir Svyatoslavich and his glorious warrids.The city was removed and festively decorated. On the main square there were tables with all sorts of disassembly and drinks for ordinary warrids, and for the prince, the governor and the Chersonese kneading tables were covered in the palace. And a multi-day feast began in the glory of Russian troops, in the name of the world between the Russians and the Greeks.

The strategist sent to Konstantinopol messengers with the message about the capture of Ross Hersonesse, and Emperor Vasily II sent ambassadors and his sister Anna to Chersonese. Prince Vladimir accepted Christianity and married Anna. Christianity and governor accepted, and all other howl.And when Vladimir returned to Rus, Greek teachers, priests, artists, artisans - all who wished living in a distant northern country, in the capital of Kiev went with him.Now among the ruins of the ancient Chersonese, elevation is highlighted. Isn't it a hill poured by Heronesons during the siege of the city, the memory of the past campaign of Kiev Prince Vladimir?

Legend of the rocks of the diva, monk and cat in Simeiz

In those distant times, the South Coast was covered with a dense forest, but the villages were already connected by narrow paths. Among the deserted rocks of Simeiza, a hermit appeared. For a long time they did not know who he was. However, Human Solva nevertheless brought stories about his life. Shot a head of people. Many terrible was in the book of the days of this person.A merciless and cruel warrior, he lowered with fire and sword many countries, ruin the cities, Zheg Sellia, who dwells his way with dozens of corpses of defenseless old men, children and women, especially a lot on his conscience of girls: he was captured and for himself and for joy and for Sales in unheated. The terrible visions have been tormented by this person for a long time. The victims of his atrocities were swept before him, calling for retribution. I decided to redeem this villain guilt before my victims. I found a cave in the rocks of Simezia and settled in it, it was fed by one wild fruits, only sometimes I allowed himself to eat a little fish, which I caught in the sea. Hopefully exaggerate himself as a post so as not to have forces, even remember.

We passed years. In the end, people have forgotten the past hermit. The new generation knew him as a man of pure life. He walked in the people. The shepherds that occurred sometimes a hermit seemed to be shining around his head, and they were considered the sign of the extraordinary righteousness of a person. Rarely suitable people to the carcass cave. He did not love people: they reminded him about the past.For many years of loneliness, a lot of her past life, the old man finally forgot. I forgot and began to assume that as he lives in a cave, he always lived. Never committed no crime, there should not have any repentance before people. He penetrated the pride of the great and more and more often looked at people as a substantial, vicious, nervous to him, righteous.

The devil and evil spirit could not calmly treat such an unemployed glory of the old man, because he was akin to them - a robber and killer. They became a shame. They are not worse, and how they despise them and how they praise him!

They began to look for some old tendency in the old man could not find: he hid his former greed, cruelty, depravity. For a long time, they thought about how to go to his soul. And invented.

Wrapped the devil cat. In the rainy night, the door of the cabin cave began to scratch and bowed out. The old man was clenched, let the cat in warmth. And the cat stuck in the cave. During the day I slept, I was hunted at night, and in the evenings the fire purred my songs. Painted these songs to herger painting a quiet life at the hearth, in a circle of children and loved ones, an old man was angry. In his fierce heart, never had a place for such human joys, they hated him and now. Grabbed the old man cat behind the tail.

Laugged the devil and evil spirit from pleasure. There was an evil spirit. He turned around fish. And when one day, the old man threw the network into the sea, the evil spirit whipped into her. The network pulled the hermit, and it's not a fish, but a girl, barely covered by the remnants of the sea. With closed eyes, fresh, seductive. The old man was amazed, rushed to the girl, began to lead her in feelings. Sigger sighed, opened his eyes, gently on hermit. He smiled at the girl, sat down near her ask who she was and how she got on the net. And the girl eyelids his shoulders and firmly kissed her lips. Woke up past. He greedily attracted his beauty to himself ... laughed by the evil spirit from the pleasure that once again forced hermit to know his true soul. Thunder swept their malicious laughter.But did not bother the good forces of the world of abuse over the saints for human race: over a family hearth and love. They could not more deceive the deception that occurred. And in punishment turned all three to the stone ...And since then, it stands by the sea the rock of the diva, does not descend the eye from her the rock by the monk, and behind them, as if they wake them up, Mount Cat.

Legend of the mermaid and fountain at Mishor

In a very long time, when the South Coast of the Crimea was under the rule of Turkish Sultan, Mishahor lived in the village of Mishor's modest worker ABIA-Aka. He lived in a hut near the sea and a tireless worked on his little vineyard. The old man of Abija Aku honest working man was heard and enjoyed honor and respect for all fellow villagers. Abiy-aka, carefully cared for his melons on Bashtan, behind the vineyards on the vineyard, for peaches and apple trees in the garden, protecting them from spring frosts and fogs, from voracious caterpillars, diseases. But all the caring, he grown more thangotimate his only daughter, the black-eyed arzy, was famous for Abiy-aka his wisdom, but he was even more famous for his daughter's beauty. Flexible was the Vine Arza, like a vine of grapes, forty-thin braids ran along her shoulders to the very knees, like forty-pips of water in the mountain water reservoir. Brilliant huge eyes were black, like a starry sky, and bright sponges were delighted, like two ripe cherries, and cheeks rummed like velvet peaches.

All admired the adorable arzy. But the cunning old ali-bab's crucious old man looked at it. He lost peace since for the first time he saw her at the fountain on the seafront, sabised water into the copper jug. Ali-Baba was the owner of festiva with motley sails, which came often from behind the sea from the Turkish shore to Mishor with goods. The merchant did not love: deftly he knew how to deceive in the purchase and sale. And she was still about the old Turk, the dark Solva, that he was looking out for girls in the villages of the South Coast, abducts them and takes them off at his festiva to Istanbul for sale in the Harem of Turkish Pasha and Beev. Always alone was the beautiful Arza when she felt the gaze of Ali Baba.Time went, and good girl with every day. She had fun around her father's hut, helping, mother in work, ranked her silver laughter on the vineyard, she descended to her beloved fountain with the song. And she squatted for a long time, looking at the wave on the shore behind the wave and moves multicolored pebbles.

Many Mishhorsian grooms sent woven to Abiy-Ake, but the old man was laughed, and Arza was hiding. She could not forget the funny guy from the far village, who met once at the coastal fountain. She thought about him for a long time, looking at the waves and on the chaps that were erected over the sea. And the day came when the guy sent a matchmaker to Arza. He shook the head of Abiy-aka, it was a pity he was to give daughter to someone else's village, mother shook. But the parents did not refuse to match.Spring came, the trees were blooming at the Huts of Abiy-Aki, but still more blossomed daughter Abia, preparing for the wedding. And only one sadly saddled her heart; Close separation from the father and mother, with a native village, with girlfriends and with a cute fountain near the sea.Having fun celebrated the village of Mojor Wedding Beauty Arza Junoi and the girls climbed noisy games.Multiply and thewisher was in the yard of Abiy-Aki. The whole village of Mohor came across the wedding of Arza. And from the neighboring villages came many guests to the celebration. Ranted laughter and songs, but Arza was sad. Here came the spring twilight to the shore, here in the blue shadow plunged.

Legend Rock - Gemini

Once at the Bear-Mountain stood a majestic castle. His high towers were visible to be visible, and further than the glory of his owners - Georgia Brothers, Petra and Georgy, There was no more beautiful on all over the Black Sea. Kudri. Eyes like coals burning; Look affectionately - as if you are creating, we look at the tricky. Brave, bold, they were lovedthe people and thunderstorms of enemies.Many faithful servants were in young princes, but or rather, he served him Nympholis. Loved the brothers Nympholis. Once in the dark night knocked the Old Nypholis brothers, ~ What do you, dear? - asked the brothers. I sadly looked at them an old man and said: I came to say goodbye to you. I'm leaving. Do not persuade me, not my will ... And I give you a gifting for goodbye. You will postigneetthe mystery of the living, learn how the world is arranged. But remember: Never use this gift with a mercenary purpose, for violence. Let it serve you only for the joy of knowledge.

He put on the table two pearl lars and disappeared. Brothers rushed to the lars, opened them. In one lay a bone rod with the inscription: "Raise him - and the sea breaks up, lower - you will see everything in the Puchin," and in the other Larz - two silver wings, too, with the inscription: "Tie them - and you will drive you where you want, where you want, And you will find everything you wish there. Became the brothers live Yes, wait, often remembering the nympholis. Peter will think about - and falls into the blue, I will want Georgy - on the bottom of the sea with a rod will go, hitting the marine monsters with hard hand. Guests were amazed by the wonderful stories of Peter about distant countries, the most brave scarecrow from sea monsters shuddered.But the brothers were pleased that in the distant glorious city on the fast river there are two sisters, twin girls. They said that sisters - the beauties written, such slender that, when they go as if ships were floating on the silent sea, such bold, "then the proud look of their blue eyes do not omit.

It would come to brothers with the world yes caress, to earn a friendly love and respect, show yourself in all soul beauties, and they flew to the distant glorious city, the inhabitants beat, the sisters-beauties took power. And the force taken is not love taken. Violence and love will never be dear. Eagles met Orlitz! I did not want proud sisters to take brothers, rejected their love, which those wanted to give them in captivity. If they were in the swellings, a fear in a nea-beam spacious, they found each other ... And in the cage cramped, steel twigs, donated soul sister, and nothing left in it, except for contempt and hatred to the twin brothers.

Dropped the hearts of the brothers from pain. And they wanted to achieve the love of sisters at any cost, come to them and say:

Tell me how to earn your love?

The sisters were proudly turned away from them, long silent. One told, without looking at the brothers:

The brothers did not sleep all night, they remembered the covenant of Nympholis. Which pretended them so that they did not use the magic gifts with selfish goal. How will the old servant react to their actions? "He will not condemn us": Heorgy said, "after all he probably knows, we need a friendship of these women. No, not for the sake of a breath, but for the sake of peace we are decided to show what is hidden from the human eye. The next day tied Peter Horse wings, sat on the horse brothers and sisters and rose up. Not one cloud, they crushed, not one "lightning flashed past them to the ground, and all the above climbed. In the evening, like a mountain of diamonds, solar pacifies lit up in front of them and hurried to the ground, pled, sunlight. The voice of the old nympholis was heard: - Back! Peter shook, frightened for the first time in his life and turned the horse. Like whirlwinds rushed down. The Spirit took up the sisters, the blue eyes closed, the Peter lowered them without feelings. But they woke up and spoke mockingly and boldly:

Did not raise his nose to the sun, fled like a cowardly hare. As a weak woman, came. Unworthy you nor your brother of our love. On the other day, the harness of Georgy in the chariot of horses and brought sisters and brother to the stormy sea. Raised and lowered the rod, the sacrine was broken, and they rushed along the bottom of the sea. It was still not far from the shore, how (which was invisible for the beauties nympholis in a green raincoat and said:-Horgiy, order you return, if you do not want to die and destroy everyone.Nothing answered George, just shoved fast horses. The king of the puchin was angry. Raised the trident - and the brothers and sisters disappeared along with the chariot. But they did not died, but turned into rocks. People called these cliffs by twins - Adalam. They stand and tell about how the attempts to conquer the female heart with force and deception.

Legend of Bear Mountain

Only wild animals lived in the remote times in the mountains of Crimea. There were many huge bloodthirsty bears among them. Predators went far behind the mountains, appeared on the plains, attacked! 1 on people living there. Having gained more mining, again hid in the forest wilderness. A flock of huge animals settled on the very seashore. Managed them the leader - the old and terrible bear.One day, bears returned from the raid and discovered on the GU fragments of the ship. Among these items lay a bundle. The old leader unfolded him and saw a little girl. Only she was alive after the death of the ship.Little girl began to live among the bears. Years went, she grew and turned into a beautiful girl. Old leader and all bears loved her very much. The girl sang a loud song, sprinkling among wildlife, and bears were ready to listen to her wonderful voice from morning to night.

One day, predators went to the raid on the plain. In their absence, not far from the Bear Logov, among the rocks swimming in the water nailed to the shore of the Chelny with the young beautiful young men. He was still a teenager, he was hurt into slavery soldiers of one of the robbery tribes who lived on the other seashore. Now the young man decided on flight, hoping to return to the homeland. The storm wore his chel on the waves for a long time, until he threw out to the Crimean coast. Exhausted by hunger and thirst, the young man lay without traffic at the bottom of the Chelny. The girl suffered a young man into a secluded place, drove up and fed, and Chelny hid in the bushes under the coastal rock, so that the bears could not have guessed anything.Many times brought a girl with a young man and drink. The young man told her how people live in his native edges. With interest he listened to the girl, looking into the clear blue eyes of a young man. She sang her favorite songs for him. And these days came to ardent love in the heart of both.

The young man told the girl; "In my Chelny there is enough space for two, do you want to swim with me on my homeland?" And the girl replied: "I want. I am ready to sail with you anywhere. " The young man is already faster, forces returned to him. He made a mast, made a sail from the animal skins. Lovers were waiting for a passing wind now to leave the Bear Coast.And here bonded the backway wind. The young man and the girl collided the chel in the water, sat in it. Already between the man and the coastal cliffs lay a wide blue smooth ...The land was treated under heavy paws, the air from the Terrible Reva was adapted. It returned to the shore from a distant hike of bears and did not find girls.The leader looked at the sea and understood everything. Love for the young aliens, thrust for people won the girl's soul all past attachments, now takes now the Chelny Friend of the Bear tribe.

Old bear fiercely rooted. Out of herself, the herd replaced himself from anger, replaced a huge mouth into the blue moisture and with force began to pull the water to his example followed the rest. After some time, the sea became noticeably ground.

The flow was fascinated by the Chelny back to the shore. The girl saw: her beloved could not avoid a terrible fate, he was confused by bears.

And the girl was singing. As soon as her voice came to the beasts, they raised their heads from the water and heard. Only an old leader continued his business. Even deeper it immersed the front paws and face in cold waves. Burled the sea at his mouth, joining her wide streams. Capped in the song The girl is all the strength of the earth and heaven to be to protect her first, clean love, she begged her old bear to spare a young man. And so hot was a plenty of a girl that a terrible beast stopped pulling the water. But he did not want to leave the shore, continued to lie, peering into the distance, where the Chelny disappeared with the creature to which he was attached.And lies the old bear on the shore for thousands of years. Paved his mighty body. Powerful sides turned into a sheer abyss, the high spin became the top of the mountain, reaching the clouds, the head was made by a sharp rock, thick wool turned into a dense forest. The old bear-bear became a bear-mountain.

Crimea is shrouded in legends and legends. The history of the peninsula was made of cultures of different nations, so it is colorful and multifaceted.

Rest in Crimea significantly expands the horizons of tourists. The history of the Crimean Peninsula is enveloped by secrets and legends.

Some mysterious story with the participation of living or fictional characters is connected with each attraction.

Local residents believed in most stories that were recorded by ancient authors or were transferred from the mouth to the sentence to generation.

The legend of the appearance on the Crimean lands of the Scythian tribe is inextricably linked with the name of the Hercule demigod. It is part of the history of the Crimea, binding fiction and reliable facts.

Majestic stone sculptures that are visible from published in the Karaleis valley of the Crimea, a notion of nature, attracting tourists. They resemble mountain guards, for which they are called sphinxes.

In many legends and legends, the Crimea meets the mention of the warriors called Amazons. In Tavrida (the ancient name of the Crimea), they are mentioned as independent tribes that take an active part in decisive battles.

• Myth or reality?

  For many centuries, unique historical events and natural cataclysms took place in the Crimea, reminders of which were bizarre rocks, cathedrals, deep gorges, palaces and other monuments of the material and spiritual culture of the people. They were described in their works poets, making them miraculous capabilities and images. This served to the appearance of the legends about the Crimea, the reality of which many disputes arise.
  Crimean legends in most cases are local history. They have a pronounced historical color, although in the transfiguration. Legends transmit facts in artistic processing to interest the reader and listener.
  Each people who stayed in this fertile region changed the names of cities and populated streets, fortresses and defensive structures, cathedrals and monuments. They left after themselves a piece of culture, which became the component of the history of the Crimean Peninsula.
  The same event, after transferring it to orally, various people and peoples, as a result, was described completely differently. Sometimes it resembles a fantastic fairy tale in which it is difficult to believe, and sometimes the legend sounds very believable, causing mixed feelings of distrust and readiness to admit a miracle. Such an example may be a legend of the Bear Mountain, set forth in two versions.

  Tatar folklore

  The folklore of the ancient residents of the Peninsula - Crimean Tatars is world famous. Their poetic works resemble oriental fairy tales, with characteristic plots and heroes. In them, the geographical realities are mixed with fictional events and personalities, there are often stories about Sultans and Khanakhi, fantastic monsters and hardworking people.
  Many legends about the Crimea collected in the books that are in every home of the locals. They read them to their children, transmit from generation to generation to not lose touch with the historical past of the native land.
  Crimean legends are designed to awaken interest in the peninsula among tourists. Many holidaymakers wish to see the Fountain of Tears or Maiden Tower, walk to the Mamaeaic grave and hear the legend of Janica. In all stories, the prowess, the courage and the diligence of the Crimean people are chanting, they inspire faith in the victory of good strength over evil, and humanity - over egoism and indifference. The legends of the peninsula to this day inspire many writers, composers and artists.