SETS-See Europe Through Stories

Hello

2010-05-28T13:55:00.003+01:00

The pupils of Ploubazlanec say "Hello" to portuguese children.
They 've made a big art-picture for them. But, it's a surprise !
KENAVO (means goodbye in breton language)

Emotions

2010-05-28T13:39:00.005+01:00

Look at us !!
Are we sad ? Are we scared or happy or surprised or serious .....?

A home for Gilda

2010-05-26T19:50:00.006+01:00

The 4 years pupils decided to create a house for Gilda who likes flowers.
So, they made different houses with flowers because they wanted Gilda to be happy!

An imaginative garden.

2010-05-26T19:37:00.004+01:00

The 4 years pupils searched how to make Gilda happy. She likes snow and flowers. They decided to create an imaginative garden for Gilda.
"Drawing with the flowers collected around the school make us happy." They said.
"Look at our flower-princess !"

French almond's cake.

2010-05-26T19:10:00.003+01:00

French almond’s cake.

First step :

20cl of crème fraîche (one pot)
2 pots (or proportions of crème X 2) of flour
1 pot of sugar
1 sachet of baking powder
1 sachet of vanilla sugar
4 eggs

Mix all these ingredients together and spread the paste on a flat rectangular tin. Let it bake 10 minutes at 180°.

Second step :

125g of butter
1 pot of sugar
60cl of milk
1 sachet of vanilla sugar
1 sachet of slivered almonds

Mix all these ingredients and spread this mixture on the first baked paste ; Put all of this under the grill few minutes. (Keep a watch on it !)

Taste it cold ; it’s delicious but not so good to keep a good figure !!!

Preparing Oshav in the kitchen

2010-05-26T14:23:00.005+01:00

Oshav is a kind of compote with dried fruits

Feelings - painting with music

2010-05-26T14:16:00.002+01:00

Land art

2010-05-18T14:55:00.003+01:00

We made a pretty star with our flowers.

Land art

2010-05-18T14:45:00.002+01:00

We gathered flowers around the school. We made pictures with them.

Look at the chestnut!! It's got flowers on its trunk.

Legend of the Almond Blossom

2010-05-18T13:58:00.004+01:00

The children from Germany work in projects about the Legend of the Almond Blossom“

We started the project:

1. We speak about the project sitting around the almond tree.

2. We try to crack the almonds and to taste them

3. We taste the ingredients with closed eyes
4. We dance our “almond tree dance”

5. We cook a cake called almond brick

Emotions

2010-05-17T20:05:00.003+01:00

Children drew their emotions.

Almond tree

2010-05-17T19:51:00.006+01:00

Here the children started to make a tree. That would look like your almon tree.

The magical flower

2010-05-17T18:00:00.002+01:00

Look at the flower. It's growing up !!!

The flowers

2010-05-17T17:52:00.002+01:00

The princess, Gilda, likes white flowers which are like snow.
We've got a lot of flowers in our garden. We made flowers for you !

European Education Seminar

2010-05-16T23:10:00.000+01:00

Comenius Fairy Tale (Albufeira)

2010-05-15T16:39:00.005+01:00

Visit to the Almond Blossom

2010-03-08T22:51:00.001Z

Lenda das Amendoeiras em Flor - (Portuguese Version)

2010-03-07T22:36:00.001Z

É muito antiga esta lenda e foi atribuída a muitas regiões. Parece que tem as suas origens mais remotas na Pérsia, país tradicional de amendoeiras e de gentileza.
No entanto, ela surge também na Turquia e em todo o Próximo Oriente.
Em Espanha foi atribuída à cidade de Córdova e a Sevilha.
No Garbe português foi atribuída a Silves.

Há muitos e muitos séculos, antes de Portugal existir e quando o Al-Gharb pertencia aos árabes, reinava em Chelb, a futura Silves, o famoso e jovem rei Ibn-Almundim que nunca tinha conhecido uma derrota.

Um dia, entre os prisioneiros de uma batalha, viu a linda Gilda, uma princesa loira de olhos verdes e porte altivo.

Impressionado, o rei mouro deu-lhe a liberdade, conquistou-lhe progressivamente a confiança e um dia confessou-lhe o seu amor e pediu-lhe para ser sua mulher.

Foram felizes durante algum tempo, mas um dia a bela princesa do Norte caiu doente sem razão aparente.

Um velho sábio pediu para ser recebido pelo desesperado rei e revelou-lhe que a princesa sofria de nostalgia da neve do seu país distante.

A solução estava ao alcance do rei mouro, pois bastaria mandar plantar por todo o seu reino muitas amendoeiras que quando florissem as suas brancas flores dariam à princesa a ilusão da neve e ela ficaria curada da sua saudade.

Na Primavera seguinte, o rei levou Gilda à janela do terraço do castelo e a princesa sentiu que as suas forças regressavam ao ver aquela visão indescritível das flores brancas que se estendiam sob o seu olhar.

O rei mouro e a princesa viveram longos anos de um intenso amor esperando ansiosos, ano após ano, a Primavera que trazia o maravilhoso espectáculo das amendoeiras em flor.

Fim

Lenda das Amendoeiras em Flor - LEGEND MANDLIPUU ÕITSEMISEST (Estonian Version)

2010-03-07T18:08:00.000Z

See on väga vana legend ning omistatud mitmetele erinevatele maadele. Arvatakse, et algselt on see tulnud Pärsiast, mis on tuntud kui traditsiooniline mandli ja headuse maa.
Samas leidub sarnaseid legende ka Türgis ning läbi terve Lähis-Ida.
Hispaanias leidub sarnast legendi linnades nagu Cordoba ja Seville.
Portugalis seostatakse mandlipuu õitsemise legendi aga linnaga nimega Silves.

Palju-palju sajandeid tagasi, enne Portugali riigi teket, kuulus see regioon araablastele. Linn Silves kandis hoopis nime Chelb. Siin valitses kuulus noor kuningas ja prints Ibn-Almundin, kes kunagi polnud sõdu kaotanud.
Ühel päeval nägi kuningas Ibn-Almundin sõjavangide seas uhke hoiakuga ja ilusate blondide juuste ning roheliste silmadega printsessi Gildat.
See avaldas muljet Mauride kuningale ning ta kinkis printsess Gildale vabaduse. Aja jooksul printsess võitis kuningas Ibn-Almundin´i usalduse kui ka armastuse. Ühel päeval kuningas paluski printsess Gilda endale naiseks. Nad elasid õnnelikult mingi aja, kuid siis ilus printsess Põhjast jäi haigeks, ilma nähtava põhjuseta. Üks vana tark mees palus meeleheitel kuninga jutule ning rääkis talle, et printsess kannatab igatsusest. Nimelt igatsusest lume järele, mis printsess Gilda riigis alati maha sadas.
Lahendus oli Mauride kuningal käeulatuses. Nimelt lasi kuningas terves riigis mandlipuid istutada. Mandlipuu õied olid valged ning kui need õitsema hakkaksid, siis tekitaks see illusiooni lumest ja see ravikski printsessi igatsust.
Järgmise aasta kevadel viis kuningas printsess Gilda lossi terrassile mandlipuude õitsemist vaatama. Printsess tundis, et jõud ja tervis tuleb jälle tagasi, sest see illusioon valgetest õitest, mis tema ees avanes, oli nii võimas. See oli illusioon valgest lumest.
Mauride kuningas ja tema printsess elasid palju-palju aastaid õnnelikult. Aastast aastasse ootasid nad kevade suurepärast vaatemängu – mandlipuude õitsemist.

Lenda das Amendoeiras em Flor - Legend of the Almond Blossom (English Version)

2010-03-07T15:21:00.000Z

It is a very old legend and this was attributed to many regions. It seems that has its earliest origins in Persia, traditional country of almond and kindness.
However, it appears also in Turkey and throughout the Middle East.
In Spain was attributed to the city of Cordoba and Seville.
In Portuguese “Garbe” was attributed to Silves.

There are many, many centuries before Portugal and there when the Al-Gharb belonged to the Arabs, Chelb reigned in the future Silves, the famous young king and prince Ibn-Almundim had never known defeat.

One day, among the prisoners of a battle, saw the beautiful Gilda, a blond princess with green eyes and proud bearing.

Impressed, the Moorish king gave him the freedom, it gradually won the trust and one day he confessed to him his love and he asked her to be his wife.

They were happy for a while, but eventually the beautiful princess of the North fell ill for no apparent reason.

An old wise asked to be received by the desperate king and told him that the princess suffered from nostalgia snow in their country apart.

The solution was within reach of the Moorish king, since it would have planted throughout his kingdom many almond trees that flowered when its white flowers give the princess the illusion of snow and she would be cured of his longing.

The following spring, the king took Gilda to the window of the castle terrace and the princess felt that its forces were returning to see that elusive vision of white flowers that stretched before his eyes.

The Moorish king and princess lived long years of an intense love anxious waiting, year after year, the spring that brought the wonderful spectacle of the almond blossom.

The End

Momche i Viatyr - Presentation by pupils

2010-03-02T17:51:00.004Z

Anthem of Europe

2010-03-02T11:47:00.002Z

Baba Marta - Presentation by pupils

2010-03-01T12:01:00.007Z

Sofia Meeting

2010-02-28T21:09:00.000Z

Cinnamon Biscuits

2010-02-26T23:08:00.005Z

Cinnamon Biscuits

Ingredients
2 ½ cups flour;
1 cup sugar;
½ cup oil;
Zest of half lemon;
Cinnamon.

Preparation:
1 - In a bowl, pour the flour and make a hole where you can then pour the oil, sugar and lemon zest.
2 - Mix everything very well.
3 - Make small balls with the dough and flatten them between your hands. Grease a pan with margarine and sprinkle it with a little flour.
4 - Place the cookies in a tray and sprinkle them with cinnamon. Take the soft bake in oven for about 20 minutes.

Biscoitos de canela

Ingredientes:
2 Chávenas e meia de farinha;
1 Chávena de açúcar;
½ Chávena de óleo;
Raspa de meio de limão;
Canela em pó.

Modo de preparação:
1 – Numa tigela, deita a farinha e faz um buraco onde possas deitar em seguida o óleo, o açúcar e a raspa de limão.
2 – Mistura tudo muito bem.
3 – Faz pequenas bolas com a massa e achata-as entre as tuas mãos. Unta um tabuleiro com margarina e polvilha-o com um pouco de farinha.
4 – Coloca os biscoitos no tabuleiro e polvilha-os com canela. Leva a cozer em forno brando durante mais ou menos 20 minutos.

The Handkerchief Game

2010-02-26T17:23:00.003Z

Paula Santos, 3rd Year

Blind man's bluff (game)

2010-02-25T17:31:00.002Z

Paula Santos, 3rd Year

Chocolate Milkshake (cold drink)

2010-02-24T17:27:00.010Z

Ingredients:

3 tablespoons chocolate
1 can sweetened condensed milk
1 liter of milk

Preparation:
Hitting everything in the blender.
Serve cold.

Banitsa

2010-02-24T00:48:00.005Z

In our class we have a colleague from Bulgaria who brought us Banitsa Garlic French, made by her mother. We eat it and enjoyed.

Cristina Cunha, 1st Year

Papas de Xerém

2010-02-24T00:45:00.009Z

We have made "Papas de Xerém" with cornmeal and we eat it. Ingredients
Chorizo;
Oil;
Garlic;
Cornmeal;
Black pepper;
Salt;
Water.

Place the chorizo in a pan cut into small pieces, olive oil and garlic.
Allow to fry a little.
Mix the flour and add to boiling water.
Stir well until flour is dissolved and added to more water.
Stir the prepared and added to water until the porridge is cooked.
Serve plain or accompanied by fried fish.

Papas de Milho

Ingredientes:
Chouriço;
Azeite;
Alho;
Farinha de milho;
Pimenta preta moída;
Sal;
Água.

Coloca-se num tacho o chouriço cortado em bocadinhos, o azeite e os alhos.
Deixa-se fritar um bocadinho.
Mistura-se a farinha e adiciona-se a água a ferver.
Mexe-se muito bem até a farinha ficar dissolvida e acrescenta-se mais água.
Mexe-se o preparado e adiciona-se água até que as papas estejam cozidas.
Serve-se simples ou acompanhadas de peixe frito.

Cristina Cunha, 1st Year

Making Tangrams "The boy and the cock"

2010-02-24T00:22:00.009Z

After listening the story "The boy and the wind", we built the figure of the boy and the cock with tangrams.

Cristina Cunha, 1st Year

Game "The handkerchief"

2010-02-23T23:16:00.006Z

Making the handkerchiefs

Game "The handkerchief"

1 - To begin, divide the players into two teams and each team receives a handkerchief. Then break up the team to explore the space and choose a base to leave his handkerchief.

2 - Each team sets the base and mark a circle with 1.5 m to 2 meters in diameter with flour. Leave the tissue in the center.

3 - After a scheduled basis, two players are as vigilant, responsible for protecting the tissue, and leave the rest to try to find the base of the opposing team and to take possession of his handkerchief.

4 - When two players from different teams meet, catch a cockfight. Arise squatting, facing each other, and giving small jumps, trying to topple the opponent, pushing him with the palms. The first to lose their balance loses the duel and must return to their base in order to restart the search.

5 - When a player gets on base against, try to pick up the handkerchief and run away with it without the guards to touch. But if they can touch it, that player becomes a prisoner and sit within the circle of flour, which can not leave as a fellow not save it.

6 - The game ends when one team can steal the handkerchief to the rival team.

Jogo "Os lenços"

1 - Para começar, dividem-se os jogadores em duas equipas e cada equipa recebe um lenço. Em seguida, separam-se, para que equipa explore o espaço e escolha uma base onde deixar o seu lenço.

2 - Cada equipa fixa a base e marca um círculo com 1,5m a 2 metros de diâmetro com farinha. Deixa-se o lenço no centro.

3 - Depois de marcada a base, dois jogadores ficam como vigilantes, responsáveis por proteger o lenço, e os restantes partem, para tentar encontrar a base da equipa adversária e conseguir apoderar-se do seu lenço.

4 – Quando, dois jogadores de equipas diferentes se encontram, travam uma luta de galos. Colocam-se de cócoras, um diante do outro, e, dando pequenos saltos, tentam derrubar o adversário, empurrando-o com as palmas das mãos. O primeiro a perder o equilíbrio perde o duelo e deve voltar para a sua base, a fim de reiniciar a busca.

5 - Quando um jogador chega à base contrária, tenta apanhar o lenço e fugir com ele sem que os vigilantes lhe toquem. Mas se estes conseguir tocar-lhe, esse jogador fica prisioneiro e senta-se dentro do círculo de farinha, do qual não poderá sair enquanto um companheiro não for salvá-lo.

6 - O jogo termina quando uma das equipas conseguir roubar o lenço à equipa rival.

Ana Benvindo, 4th year

“Apothecary’s handkerchief” Game

2010-02-21T18:53:00.009Z

“Apothecary’s handkerchief”

Lyrics:

I lost my handkerchief
Playing in the beach
My mother didn’t give me another
Mite as well look for it

Apothecary’s handkerchief
Lost out there, where is it?

Rules of the game:
1 – The children make a circle, sitting on the floor, and sing the first part of the song.
The player, who has the handkerchief, walks outside, around the circle.
2- When the children begin to sing the second part of the song, the player leaves the handkerchief near a colleague, and starts to run. This colleague, harvesting the handkerchief, chases him around the circle.
The player who left the handkerchief has to get to the same place and occupy his colleague’s seat without getting himself caught.
3- If the player who posted the handkerchief allows himself to be caught, he stays brooding in the middle of the circle and only exits when another player is caught.
4- The player who receives the tissue becomes the one to place it in another colleague’s and the game continues.

"Lencinho da Botica"

Letra da canção do jogo

Perdi o meu lencinho Na praia a brincar
Minha mãe não me deu outro
Mais valia procurar

Lencinho da Botica
Lá vai, lá fica

Regras do jogo
1 - As crianças fazem uma roda, sentadas, no chão e cantam a primeira parte da canção.
Entretanto o jogador que tem um lencinho anda , pelo lado exterior, em volta da roda.
2 - Quando as crianças começam a cantar a segunda parte da canção, o jogador começa a correr e deixa o lencinho junto de um colega.
Esse colega, apanha o lenço e persegue o colega, em volta da roda. O jogador que deixou o lenço tem de ocupar o lugar do colega sem se deixar apanhar.
3 - Se o jogador que colocou o lenço se deixar apanhar vai para o "Choco" no meio da roda e só sai quando um outro jogador for apanhado.
4 - O jogador que recebe o lenço passa a ser ele a colocá-lo num outro colega e o jogo continua sempre assim.

Making the handkerchiefs

Ana Benvindo, 4th year

Windmills

2010-02-21T18:34:00.007Z

We had build windmills

Valentine’s handkerchiefs

2010-02-21T18:25:00.016Z

The Valentine’s handkerchiefs exist across the country, with higher incidence in Minho (North of Portugal).
They were the most pure and poetic art form used by young girls of Minho.

It seams that the origin of the valentine’s handkerchiefs also known as “marriage proposal’s handkerchiefs” was on the tissues of the centuries XVII and XVIII used by the nobles, which were adopted and adapted by women of the people in order to impress and win a future husband.
A girl, when was near the of age to marry, embroidered an handkerchief in cross-stitch in a cloth of fine linen or cotton.

It was embroidered with the symbols and images that poured from her imagination.

In this work it was valued by human feelings as loyalty, dedication, love ...

They were weeks or months of work in the development of a handkerchief that could confirm or not the beginning of a romance.

After embroidered, the tissue would get to the hands of the "boyfriend" and his public attitude to use or not decided if it was the beginning of dating.

Our handkerchiefs are beautiful and hand-painted by our little artisans. They are not embroidered. We offer to our partners to express our love, friendship and also as memory of our engagement in the SETS Comenius project.

Bernardete Couto, 3rd Year

Medovina drink

2010-02-17T23:23:00.002Z

In the kichen preparing Medovina drink

3-years old girl preparing medovina…

Bulgarian Rugs

2010-02-17T13:19:00.006Z

To weave a rug you need loom and yarn

Loom + yarn + scissors +zeal = rug

How to make a rug

Making rug

The children are weavingRug made from textile

Ayran Drink

2010-02-17T11:19:00.001Z

3-years old children preparing ayran drink

Ayran is so delicious!

Banitsa

2010-02-17T11:00:00.008Z

Preparing Banitsa

Banitsa

Blow on the flour

2010-02-12T19:25:00.004Z

It was very funny to blow on the flour like the wind int the Bulgarian story.
We drew a wind with glue and then we blew on the flour that spread on the drawing.

Comenius friends in the wind

2010-02-12T19:09:00.003Z

All the European friends with their own colours met in the sky thanks to the wind... From the air-dryer !!!!
Pupils said:
" They play and dance in the clouds, they jump from a cloud to another.They are happy to be together."

The Breton patterns

2010-02-12T19:01:00.003Z

The pupils drew Breton patterns that they found in books of Breton tissues and clothes.

It turns, turns with the wind ....

2010-02-12T18:53:00.003Z

The youngest pupils enjoyed making reels and the oldest weathercocks. All of them turned well because we've got a lot of wind in Brittany !!

Look at our very nice production !!

2010-02-12T18:34:00.003Z

Blow in a straw, the feather flies and you must catch it when it falls down. It's very funny!

About the fairy tale: 'The boy and the wind"

2010-02-12T18:25:00.003Z

We made paintings, handcrafts, drawings about the wind.

The wind

2010-02-12T18:15:00.003Z

Where is the air ? We are looking for it, everywhere in the school.
Finally, we find it everywhere.

Carob Cake

2010-02-11T12:56:00.008Z

CAROB CAKE

Ingredients
- 6 eggs
- 300g sugar
- 80g butter
- 2 teaspoons cinnamon
- 50g flour
- 250g of carob flour
- 2 teaspoons baking
- 150g ground almonds
- 1 lemon juice

Preparation
Blend all ingredients.
Bake 50 minutes at 180 º.

BOLO DE ALFARROBA

Ingredientes
- 6 ovos
- 300g de açúcar
- 80g de manteiga
- 2 colheres de chá de canela
- 50g de farinha de trigo
- 250g de farinha de alfarroba
- 2 colheres de chá de fermento
- 150g de amêndoas trituradas
- 1 sumo de limão

Preparação
Misturam-se todos os ingredientes.
Vai ao forno 50 minutos, a 180º.

Sílvia Alegria 1ºB – Sala 7

The Barcelos Legend's Rooster

2010-02-05T23:42:00.006Z

The legend of the rooster (galo) from Barcelos (a small city east of Braga) is so old that there are nearly as many variations as there are dialects in Portugual.

It goes something like this:

A Galician pilgrim who was passing through town on a pilgrimage to Santiago de Compostela was accused of committing a serious crime: possibly theft, perhaps murder.

Protesting his innocence in the face of execution, he demanded to see the magistrate who had pronounced his sentence.

His request granted, the Galician was taken to the house of the magistrate, who was entertaining guests.

Pointing to a roast chicken (a staple on any Portuguese banquet table), he shouted, “As sure as I am innocent that cock will crow if I am hanged!”

Here the story varies. Some versions say the cock crowed immediately and the man was released. Other versions say guests derided the accused while the party continued and the man was sent to the gallows, but the judge ordered that the cock not be touched.

By the time the man was to be hanged, evening had fallen and the judge was in his house.

Suddenly, to everyone’s amazement, the roasted rooster transformed and began to crow.

The Galician was saved just in time, and released.

According to the legend, the pilgrim came back later to Barcelos to carve the Cruzeiro do Senhor do Galo (Cross of the Lord Cock).

Nowadays we can see the Cross of the Cock in the Archaelogical Museum of Barcelos.

The Portuguese and Spanish get along a little better, but the Galo de Barcelos has become one of the most instantly recognized cultural symbols of the Portuguese. No Portuguese home is without at least one galo somewhere: embroidered on a table cloth, tattooed on a kid’s back, painted on something ceramic.

Graça Pinheiro - 4 th Year - B

The Wind and The Clouds Song

2010-02-05T22:43:00.002Z

O VENTO E AS NUVENS (canção)

O vento é o ar
Que passa a correr (Bis)
Sente-se a soprar
Mas não se pode ver (Bis)
Olha para as nuvens
No céu a andar
Quem as empurra?
É o vento a soprar (Bis)

The wind and the clouds(song)

The Wind is the air
Flowing us by (Bis)
We feel it blowing here
But we can’t see why (Bis)
Look at the clouds
Running in the sky
Who pushes those mounds?
Is the wind blowing by (Bis)

Paper Kites

2010-02-03T22:48:00.005Z

Paper Kites done by the children and their family.

Experiences concerning “wind” and “air”.

2010-02-01T13:39:00.000Z

The children made experiences concerning “wind” and “air”.

Heidi Quéré

Baking and cooking project

2010-02-01T13:34:00.001Z

The children made her own butter, they milled grain and cereals, they baked a sort of german apple pie, they made some different drinks.

Heidi Quéré

Project of textile

2010-02-01T13:31:00.002Z

The children made batic works, needlework, collage with tissue and many other things.

Heidi Queré

Christmas Ornaments

2009-12-17T22:14:00.009Z

The Santa Claus Parade 09

2009-12-16T16:57:00.010Z

2009-12-16T11:47:00.004Z

Momche i Viatyr - Poiss ja tuul (Estonian Version)

2009-12-09T23:47:00.001Z

Lesel oli üks poeg. Ema ja peog töötasid varahommikust hilisõhtuni. Nad koristasid maja, söötsid karja, kõplasid, rohisid ja korjasid saaki. Viljapeksmisel peksid välja suured terad, millest jahu jahvatati. Seda oli neile endale küllalt ning jätkus ka müügiks. Jahust küpsetasid banitsat (juustu või kõrvitsa sai).

Ühel päeval ütles ema pojale: “Võta see suur kauss ja mine keldrisse. Too mulle jahu, et saaksin saia teha.” Poiss tegi, mis ema talle ütles. Keldrist välja tulles aeda, tuli tugev tuul ning puhus jahu kausist välja.

Poiss läks uuesti keldrisse. Täitis suure kausi ning läks uuesti aeda. Tugev tuul tuli jälle välja ning puhus kausist jahu minema.

“Sinu tahtmine ei täitu” ütles poiss ning läks uuesti keldrisse. Täitis jahukausi ja läks jällegi aeda. Tugev tuuli tuli ning puhus jahukausi täiesti tühjaks.

Poiss panin kausi käest ning läks tuult taga ajama. Ta muudkui jooksis ja jooksis – kuni kohtas palja peaga noort meest.

“Miks sa jooksed poiss?” küsis noor mees.

“Ma ajan tuult taga. Ta röövis mu töö. Puhus jahu laiali. Ma ajan teda taga, et ta selle mulle tagasi annaks.”

“Sa ajad tuult taga? Anna parem alla. Tuul võttis minu karvase mütsi ära ning puhus selle jõkke. Aga ma ei ole nii hull, et teda sellepärast taga ajada.”

“Mina ajan teda taga ning saan ka kätte.” vastas poiss.

Ja poiss muudkui jooksis ja jooksis. Järgmisel päeval kohtas ta tervet ja tugevat talunikku. “Kuhu tõttad poiss?” küsis talunik.

“Ma ajan tuult taga.”

“Miks sa ajad tuult taga?”

“Et ta annaks minu jahu tagasi. Kolm kausitäit jahu puhus ta laiali. Ta röövis minu ja mu ema töö.”

“Ära raiska oma aega poiss! Kuidas sa mõtled tuule kätte saada? Ta lõhkus mul nii palju puid ning paljud nende viljad läksid raisku. Aga mina olen rahulik. Kes suudakski võita tuult?”

“Mina suudaksin!” ütles poiss.

Ja poiss jooksis jälle edasi ja edasi. Järgmisel päeval kohtas ta meremeest, kellel oli kott õlal.

“Kuhu tõttad poiss?” küsis meremees.

“Ajan tuult taga.” vastas poiss.

“Mis tema sulle teinud on?”

“Ta puhus laiali 3 suurt kausitäit jahu.”

“Ah, kah mul asi!”

“Sinu jaoks võib see väike asi olla, kuid minu jaoks oluline. Las töötab ise ning näeb kui raske on vilja kasvatada, millest jahu tehakse!”

“Tule tagasi poiss! Sa ei saa võita tuult. Ta on tugev ja hirmutav. Ta puhub sinu peale nii kõvasti, et sa lendad kaugele kaugele. Ta uputas ka meie laeva. Nii meremehed kui ja reisijad uppusid. Isegi mõtlen, et kuidas mina eluga pääsesin!”

“Mis sellest! Mina lähen edasi! Ma ei tule tagasi! Ma ajan tuult taga ning otsin oma jahu!”

Ja poiss jooksis edasi ja edasi – kuni lõpuks tuule kätte sai.

“Hei tuul! Anna mulle tagasi minu jahu, mille laiali pillutasid.”

“Kas mina tuul saan jahu hoida?”

“Saad, saad. Meie raske tööga valmistasime jahu. Sina puhusid selle kõik laiali ning nüüd pead kõik mulle tagasi andma! Sellepärast sind juba kolm päeva taga ajan.”

Tuul naeratas ja ütles:”See on hea, et sa hoolitsed oma asjade eest. Ja pealegi sul on julgust, et tuulega vaielda. Laiali puhutud jahu sulle tagasi anda ei saa, kuid tasun sulle hoopis rätikuga. Hoolitse selle eest hästi. Kui sa ütled “Rätik, anna mulle toitu!”, siis ta annab sulle. Mis iganes toitu sa tahad, selle ta sulle annab.”

Poiss võttis rätiku ning tuul oligi läinud. Poiss kõndis ja mõtles - “Ei tea, kas tuul rääkis tõtt? Teen proovi.” Ta laotas rätiku laiali ning ütles: “Rätik, anna mulle banitsa (bulgaaria küpsetis) ja ayran (bulgaaria jogurti jook)!” Ja kohe oli rätikul kuldsetes nõudes maitsvad banitsad ja ayran.

Poiss tahtis veel ka teist toitu. Kõik mida hing ihaldas, see oli kohe tema ees rätikul. Poiss sõi kõhu täis ning hakkas kodu poole tagasi minema. Ta kõndis ja kõndis, kuni kolmandal ööl jõudis kõrtsimajja, kus öö veeta. Ta istus tühja laua äärde, laotas rätiku laiali ning ütles: “Rätik, anna mulle süüa.” Kohe kui oli lause öelnud, olid maitsvad toidud tema ees. Inimesed kõrtsis olid imestunud ning poiss jagas ka nendega oma toitu.

Kõrtsi omanik ütles: “Ma ei ole enne niisugust imet näinud, et rätik süüa annab! Kus sa selle said poiss? Kas neid müüakse kusagil?”

“Tuul andis selle mulle.”

“Hea kingitus”, ütles kõrtsipidaja naine. “Isegi kõige rikkamad mehed kadestavad sind nüüd.”

Poiss sõi kõhu täis ning läks magama. Öösel kõrtsipidaja naine ütles oma mehele: “Võtame selle poisi rätiku endale. Ilma tööd tegemata saame terve varanduse kokku ajada. Rätik, anna toitu! ning kohe toit olemas. Rätik, anna juua! ning kohe joogid olemas. Need saame külalistele sööta ja joota ning ilma tööd tegemata saame palju raha!”

Öösel, kui poiss magas, kõrtsipidaja naine võttis imerätiku ära ning asendas tavalisega.

Hommikul hakkas poiss edasi kodu poole liikuma ning jõudes kohale hüüdis: “Ema, tule vaatama missuguse rätiku ma sulle toon! Tuul andis selle mulle, sest puhus kõik meie jahu laiali. Nüüd ei pea sa üldse enam ise süüa tegema.”

“Mis rätikust sa räägid poiss? Näita seda mulle!”

Poiss laotas rätiku laiali ning ütles: “Rätik, anna mulle süüa!”Kuid mitte midagi ei juhtunud.

Poiss võtis rätiku ning läks uuesti tuult taga ajama. Saades tuule kätte ütles talle:”Tuul, siin on sulle rätik – anna mulle minu jahu tagasi! Rätik ei anna mulle enam süüa.”

“Kuidas ei anna enam süüa?” küsis tuul.

“Ma ei tea, lihtsalt ei anna.”

Tuul sai aru, mis juhtunud ning ütles: “Võta see väike kukk. Kui sa ütled laula väike kukk, siis hakkab kukk laulma ning kullast mündid kukuvad tema suust välja.”

Poiss võttis väikese kuke ning hakkas jällegi kodu poole minema. Ja jällegi jõudis ta sama kõrtsimaja juurde, et seal ööd veeta. Ta istus lauda, et sööma hakata ning ütles: “Laula, väike kukk!”

Kukk hakkas laulma ning kuldsed mündid hakkasid ta suust välja kukkuma. Poiss võttis need ning tellis selle raha eest endale toitu. Kui ta söömise lõpetas, läks ta magama. Öösel, kui poiss magas, jällegi kõrtsipidaja naine läks ning vahetas kuked ära.

Hommikul läks poiss kodu poole edasi ning sinna jõudes hüüdis emale: “Ema, tule vaata missuguse kuke ma sulle toon! Kui ta laulma hakkab, hakkavad kuldsed mündid ta suust välja kukkuma. Noh, laula väike kukk!”

Aga väike kukk oli vait! “Noh, laula nüüd väike kukk!” Kuid midagi ei juhtunud ning poiss võttis kuke ning läks jällegi tuule juurde.

“Tuul, siin sulle kukk tagasi! Anna mulle minu jahu tagasi. Väike kukk ei anna enam kuldseid münte!”

“Või nii?” ütles tuul. “Tegelikult kõrtsipidaja ja tema naine varastasid tõelise rätiku ning väikese kuke. Ma annan sulle selle vitsakese. Kui sa ütled talle löö, siis hakkab ta seda inimest lööma, keda sa tahad. Kui sa ütled stop, siis jätab ta järgi.”

Poiss võttis vitsa ning kodu poole minnes, sattus jällegi samasse kõrtsi. Kõrtsipidaja ning tema naine nägid vitsakest ning arvasid, et see samamoodi imesid teeb nagu rätik ja väike kukk. Ning leppisid kokku, et varastavad ka selle poisi käest ära. Kui poiss magama jäi, siis kõrtsipidaja naine proovis vitsa ära võtta. Kuid samal hetkel ärkas poiss ülesse ning hüüdis: “Vitsake löö!” Ja vits hakkaski kõrtsipidajat ning tema naist lööma.

“Aitab poiss!” karjus kõrtsipidaja. “Ütle, et vits järele jätaks – me anname sulle rätiku tagasi!”

“Ai-ai-ai!” karjus kõrtsipidaja naine. “Aitab! Ma annan sulle väikese kuke tagasi!”

“Vits stop!” Ja vits kohe lõpetas. Kõrtsipidaja ning tema naine tõid kohe tagasi rätiku ning väikese kuke.

Poiss võttis need ning viis kohe otse oma emale. “Seekord näed sa tõelist rätikut ja väikest kukke!” Ta laotas rätiku laiali: “Rätik, anna mulle banitsa ja ayran! Väike kukk, laula!” ütles poiss ning kohe hakkas kuldseid münte kuke suust kukkuma.

Ja nii elasid ema ja poiss õnnelikult kuni surmani.

Lõpp.

Momche i Viatyr - Le Garçon et le Vent (French Version)

2009-12-09T23:18:00.001Z

Il était une fois une femme et son garçon. Ils s’occupaient des animaux et du blé qu’ils récoltaient pour en faire de la farine.
Ils l’utilisaient pour le vendre mais aussi pour faire un gâteau qui s’appelait Banitsa.
Un jour la maman demanda à son garçon d’aller à la cave pour y chercher de la farine pour faire une Banitsa. Le garçon alla dans la cave et lorsqu’il sortit avec un plat de farine, le vent souffla très fort et toute la faine s’envola.
Le garçon retourna dans la cave pour chercher de la farine et lorsqu’il revint dans la cour le vent souffla à nouveau très fort te une fois encore la farine s’envola.
Le garçon cria « Ca suffit, c’en est trop !! » Il jeta le plat et se mit à courir après le vent. Il voulait chasser le vent, il courra, courra après le vent….
Il rencontra alors un homme sans chapeau qui lui demanda « Pourquoi cours-tu comme ça ? ». Le garçon répondit « Je chasse le vent, il m’a volé ma farine, il doit me la rendre, je vais l’attraper ! ». L’homme dit « Mais tu es fou ? Le vent a emporté mon chapeau de fourrure et pourtant je ne le chasse pas !! ». « J’attraperais le vent ! » cria le garçon qui repartit en courant.
Le jour suivant, il rencontra un homme qui cultivait des fruits, il lui demanda : « Pourquoi cours-tu comme ça ? ». Le garçon répondit « Je chasse le vent, il m’a volé ma farine, il doit me la rendre, je vais l’attraper ! ». L’homme dit : « Mais tu es fou ? Le vent a emporté tant d’arbres et de fruits et pourtant je ne le chasse pas ! ». « J’attraperais le vent ! » cria le garçon qui repartit en courant
Le jour suivant il rencontra un matelot avec un sac sur les épaules qui lui demanda : « Pourquoi cours-tu comme ça ? ». Le garçon répondit « Je chasse le vent, il m’a volé ma farine, il doit me la rendre, je vais l’attraper ! ». L’homme dit : « Mais tu es fou ? Le vent est fort, il a fait couler notre bateau et pourtant je ne le chasse pas ! ». « J’attraperais le vent ! » cria le garçon qui repartit en courant.
Finalement, le garçon finit par trouver le vent. « Hey, le vent ! Rends-moi ma farine ! ». « Quelle farine ? » répondit le vent. « La farine qui s’est envolée lorsque tu as soufflé si fort, je te chasse pour cela depuis trois jours ! » Le vent rit et dit « C’est bien tu fais attention à tes affaires et peu de gens ont le courage d’affronter le vent ! Je ne peux pas te rendre la farine, mais je te donne ce mouchoir, fais-y attention. Etends-le et dit « Mouchoir donne-moi à manger » et il te donnera tous les plats que tu souhaiteras
Le garçon prit le mouchoir, salua le vent et pour vérifier ce que disait le vent, il étendit le mouchoir et dit « Mouchoir donne-moi une Banitsa et un Ayran.» Aussitôt apparurent les plats qu’ils avaient demandés dans une assiette et un verre dorés. Il mangea à sa faim et reprit le chemin de la maison.
La troisième nuit il trouva une auberge où il décida de passer la nuit. Il s’assit à une table, étendit le mouchoir et dit « Mouchoir donne moi à manger. » Aussitôt apparut un repas dans une assiette dorée.
Les patrons de l’auberge étaient très étonnés de ce qu’ils avaient vu. La femme dit « Je n’ai jamais vu de mouchoir pareil ! Où peut-on en acheter ? ». « C’est le vent qui me la donné » répondit le garçon. La femme dit « C’est un bon cadeau, même l’homme le plus riche aimerait l’avoir ! »
Le garçon mangea son repas et alla se coucher. Dans la nuit, la femme dit à l’homme : « Si nous avions ce mouchoir, nous serions riches et sans avoir besoin de travailler ! ». Quand le garçon s’endormit, la femme et l’homme entrèrent dans sa chambre pour lui voler le mouchoir et le remplacèrent par un autre.
Le matin, le garçon rentra chez lui et appela sa maman : « Maman, regarde quel drôle de mouchoir j’apporte. Le vent me l’a donné car la farine s’est envolée. Tu n’auras plus besoin de cuisiner. » Il étendit le mouchoir dit « Mouchoir donne-moi à manger », mais rien ne se produisit.
Le garçon prit le mouchoir et retourna voir le vent. « Voici ton mouchoir, rends-moi ma farine, il ne donne pas de la nourriture ! ». « Pourquoi ne donne-t-il plus de nourriture ? » demande le vent. « Je ne sais pas » dit le garçon. Le vent savait ce qui s’était passé et dit « Prends ce coq, et quand tu lui diras « chante petit coq », des pièces d’or sortiront de son bec.
Le garçon prit le coq et rejoint la même auberge pour y dormir. Avant de commander à manger, il posa le coq sur la table et dit « Chante petit coq ». Le coq chanta et des pièces d’or roulèrent de son bec. Le garçon prit l’argent et paya son repas. Quand il eut finit de manger, il paya son repas et alla se coucher.
Dans la nuit lorsque le garçon dormait, la femme et l’homme entrèrent dans la chambre et changèrent le coq par un autre.
Le matin lorsqu’il le montra à sa maman et qu’il dit « Chante petit coq », celui-ci ne fit rien.
Une fois de plus le garçon retourna chez le vent ; « Voici ton coq, il ne donne plus de pièces d’or, rends-moi ma farine !». « Bon, dit le vent, la femme et l’homme t’ont pris le mouchoir et le coq. Voici un bâton, lorsque tu lui diras « Bâton, frappe » il frappera jusqu’à ce que tu lui dises « Bâton, arrête ! ».
Le garçon dormit dans la même auberge. La femme et l’homme pensèrent que le bâton était magique et voulaient le voler. Mais quand ils s’approchèrent du lit, le garçon cria « Bâton, frappe ». Le bâton frappa, frappa et frappa encore l’homme et la femme. L’homme cria « Attends mon garçon je te rends ton mouchoir ! » et la femme cria « je t’apporte de suite ton coq ! ». Le garçon dit « Bâton, arrête. » Le bâton arrêta. Le garçon récupéra son mouchoir et son coq.
Il rentra aussitôt à la maison, il appela sa maman « Cette fois tu verras le vrai mouchoir et le vrai coq ! » Il étendit le mouchoir et dit « donne moi une Banitsa et un Ayran. » Il posa le coq à côté et dit « Chante petit coq ». Les repas apparurent et les pièces d’or tombèrent du bec du coq. La maman était heureuse et fière de son fils très courageux. Ils vécurent heureux et chanceux.

Momche i Viatyr - Boy and wind (English Version)

2009-12-09T22:13:00.002Z

A widow has an only son. The mother and the boy worked from dawn till dark. They used to clean the house, feed the cattle, hoe, weed out and harvest. Thresh out the big corn. It was enough for them and there was also for sale. They baked a banitsa (cheese or pumpkin pastry) and kneed round loafs.
One day mother told the son: “Take the large baking dish and go to the cellar. Bring me meal to make a pastry.” The boy did what his mother told and went to the yard. A strong wind come out and spilled the flour.
The boy went to the cellar once again. He filled the large baking dish and went to the yard once again. A strong wind come out and spilled the flour once again.
“It will be not as you wish”, the boy cried out and went to the cellar. He went to the yard. A strong wind came out and nothing left in the large baking dish.
The boy cast the large baking dish away and went to chase the wind. He ran, ran - he met bareheaded young man.
“Why do you run boy?”-asked the young man.
“I am chasing the wind. He robbed my work. He spilled the flour. I am chasing him to give me back. “
“You chase the wind? Give up this work. The wind took my fur cap away and blew it to the river. But I am not crazy to chase it.”
“I will chase it and will catch him”, said the boy
And the boy ran again and on. In the next day he met healthy and heavily build villager. “Where you heading boy?”, asked the villager.
“I am chasing the wind”.
“Why are you chasing it?”
“To give my flour back. Tree large baking dishes he spilled me.”
“He robbed my and my mothers’ work.”
“Don’t waste your time boy! How to come to grips with the wind. He destroyed me so many fruit-trees and so many fruits were wasted. But I am keeping quiet. Who could handle with the wind?”
“I will handle!”
And the boy ran again and on. In the next day he met an old sailor with a sack on his shoulder.
“Where you heading boy?” asked the sailor
“I am chasing the wind.”
“What he has done to you?”
“He spilled me 3 large baking dishes.”
“Big thing!”
“For you may be small thing, but for me is big. Let him work to see how to crop every grain!”
“Come back boy! You can’t handle with the wind. He is strong and scary. He will blow against you and will blow you off in the wilderness. He did sink our ship too. The sailors and the passengers were drowned. I myself still wonder how I survived!”
“Whatever! I am heading forward! I am not coming back! I will run the wind, I will look for my flour!”
And the boy ran again and on - and finally caught the wind.
“Hey, wind! Give me back my spilled flour.”
“Wind to hold flour?”
“Hold, to hold - we produced with work. You spilled it - now you must give it back! That’s why I am chasing you 3 days.”
The wind smiled and said: “It is good that you are taking care of the acquired property. More else you have courage to argue with the wind. The spilled flour I could not give you back, but I will pay with this handkerchief. Take it and take care. When you say “Handkerchief, give me food!” – It will give you. Whatever food you want, you will get it at once.”
The boy took the handkerchief. He was walking and thinking – “Did the wind tells the truth? Let me try.” He spread out the handkerchief and said:
“Handkerchief, give me banitsa (pastry) and ayran!” (Yoghurt drink) Then at once on the handkerchief were set golden dishes with tasty pastry and ayran.
The boy wanted another meal. Whatever he wanted was immediately in front of him. The boy ate his fill and headed forward again. He walked and on the 3’ rd night reach one tavern to sleep. He sat on an empty table, spread out the handkerchief and said: “Handkerchief give me to eat. In the moment he said it, there were tasty dishes in front of him. People in the tavern were amazed and the boy feasted them well.
The tavern keeper said: “I have not seen such miracle, handkerchief to give dishes! From where did you get it boy? Are there to be sold?”
“The wind gave me.”
“Good gift”, said the tavern keeper’s wife. “Even the richest man will envy you.”
The boy ate his fill and went to sleep. During the night the tavern keeper’s wife said to the tavern keeper: “Let’s take the boy’s handkerchief. Without work we will amass fortune. Handkerchief give food-here you are! Handkerchief give drink - here you are! Will serve them and without work we will make money!”
During the night, when the boy fell asleep the tavern keeper’s wife took the boy’s handkerchief and put it on its place another.
In the morning the boy headed home and when he reached it he cried out: “Mother, come to see what handkerchief I am bringing you! The wind gave me, because he spilled our flour. You will no longer knead or cook.”
“What handkerchief son? Let m see it!”
The boy spread out the handkerchief and said: “Handkerchief, give me to eat!”
But there were no result. The boy took the handkerchief and straight forward to the wind. “Wind, here you are Handkerchief - give me flour back! The Handkerchief gives me to eat no more.”
“Why it does not giving any more?”
“I don’t know.”
The wind understood what all is about and said: “Take this little cock. When you say sing little cock, it will sing and gold coins will fall from its mouth.”
The boy took the little cock and reached once again the same tavern to stay for the night. When he sat to dine he said: “Sing little cock!”
The little cock sang and gold coins began to fall from its mouth. The boy took it and ordered himself a meal. When he finished he went to bed. During the night, when the boy fell asleep the tavern keeper’s wife took the boy’s little cock and put it on its place another.
In the morning the boy headed home and when he reached it he cried out: “Mother, come to see what little cock I am bringing you! When it sings, golden coins begin to fall from its mouth. Come on, sing little cock!”
But the little cock was quiet! “Come on, sing little cock!” The boy took the little cock and straight forward to the wind.
“Wind, here you are little cock! Give me flour back. The little cock gives no more gold coins!”
“So?” said the wind. “The tavern keeper and the tavern keeper’s wife stole the real handkerchief and little cock. I am giving you this stick. When you say hit, it will hit who you want. When you say Stop – it will stop.” The boy took the stick and once again reached the same tavern. The tavern keeper and the tavern keeper’s wife saw the stick and thought that it will make miracles as the handkerchief and little cock did and agreed to steal it from the boy. When the boy fell asleep the tavern keeper’s wife tried to take the stick, but this time the boy wake up and cried: “Hit stick!” And the stick began to hit on, and on the tavern keeper and the tavern keeper’s wife.
“Wait boy!” the tavern keeper shouted. “Tell to stop the stick - we will give you back the handkerchief!”
“Oh – oh - oh!!” the tavern keeper’s wife shouted. “Enough! I will bring you the little cock back!”
“Stick stop!” And the stick stopped. The tavern keeper’s wife at once brought back the handkerchief and the little cock.
The boy took it and directly to his mother. “This time you will see the real handkerchief and little cock!” He spread out the handkerchief: “Handkerchief, give me banitsa and ayran! Little cock sing!” said the boy and golden coins began to fall from its mouth.
And so lived a mother and son happily ever after.

Momche i Viatyr - O Rapaz e o Vento (Portuguese version)

2009-12-09T14:35:00.003Z

Era uma vez uma viúva que tinha um único filho e trabalhavam de manhã à noite.

Eles limpavam a casa, alimentavam o gado. No campo lavravam, mondavam e colhiam o milho. Chegava para eles e ainda sobrava alguma coisa para vender. Eles cozinhavam banitsa (bolo Búlgaro com recheio de queijo ou de abóbora) e amassavam pães redondos.

Um dia, a mãe pediu ao filho:

- Leva o tigela grande, vai à cave e traz-me farinha para fazer um bolo.

O rapaz fez o que a sua mãe lhe disse.

Ao passar pelo pátio, um vento forte soprou e derramou a farinha.

O rapaz voltou à cave, voltou a encher a tigela grande e voltou a passar pelo pátio.

Um vento forte voltou a soprar e derramou outra vez a farinha.

- Não será como tu queres! - gritou o rapaz e voltou à cave.

E, novamente, ao passar pelo pátio, o vento forte soprou e a tigela ficou sem farinha nenhuma.

O rapaz atirou com a tigela ao chão e começou a perseguir o vento.

Ele correu, correu... até que encontrou um jovem com a cabeça descoberta.
-Porque corres dessa maneira, rapaz? - perguntou o jovem.

- Estou a perseguir o vento. - Respondeu o rapaz. – Ele roubou o meu trabalho. Derramou-me a farinha. Por isso, estou a persegui-lo, para o obrigar a devolver-ma.

- Persegues o vento? Desiste disso. O vento levou o meu gorro de pele e soprou-o até ele cair ao rio. Mas eu não sou suficientemente louco para persegui-lo.

- Eu vou persegui-lo e apanhá-lo - disse o rapaz.

E voltou a correr, a correr.

No dia seguinte, encontrou um aldeão saudável e forte.

- Rapaz, onde vais com tanta pressa? - Perguntou o aldeão.

- Estou a perseguir o vento.

- Porque razão o persegues?

- Para o obrigar a dar a minha farinha de volta. Ele derramou-me três tigelas grandes. Ele roubou o meu trabalho e o da minha mãe.
- Não desperdices o teu tempo, rapaz! Como podes tu enfrentar o vento?! Ele destruiu todas as minhas árvores de fruto e os frutos estragaram-se. Mas eu não posso fazer nada. Quem pode lutar contra o vento?

- Pois eu darei conta dele!

E o rapaz voltou a correr, a correr.

No dia seguinte, encontrou um velho marinheiro com um saco ao ombro.

- Porque corres dessa maneira, rapaz? - Perguntou o marinheiro.

- Estou a perseguir o vento.

- O que é que o vento te fez?

- Ele derramou-me três tigelas grandes de farinha!

- Grande coisa!!! - desdenhou o marinheiro.

- O que para si não tem importância, para mim é muito importante! Deixa-me trabalhar e verás como aparecerá cada grão de farinha derramado por ele!

- Desiste, rapaz! Não podes lutar contra o vento. Ele é forte e assustador. Ele vai soprar contra ti com tanta força que até levantas voo. Ele afundou o meu navio. Os marinheiros e os passageiros que viajavam nele caíram ao mar e afogaram-se. Eu ainda hoje me pergunto como sobrevivi!

- Não me interessa! Eu sigo em frente e não volto atrás! Vou perseguir o vento, e vou recuperar a minha farinha!

E o menino voltou a correr, a correr... até que por fim, apanhou o vento.

- Ó vento! Devolve-me a farinha que derramaste.

- Devolver-te a farinha que derramei?

- Grão a grão, a farinha que produzimos com o nosso trabalho, meu e da minha mãe. Derramaste-a, agora tens de devolvê-la! É por isso que te estou a perseguir há três dias.

O vento sorriu e disse:

- É bom ver que te preocupas com o que é teu. Para além disso, tens a coragem de vir discutir com o vento. Não te posso devolver a farinha derramada. É impossível dar-ta de volta, mas eu vou pagar o teu prejuízo com este lenço. Toma e escuta com atenção o que te vou dizer. Quando disseres "Lenço, dá-me de comer!" Ele dar-te-á imediatamente qualquer alimento que desejares.

O rapaz pegou no lenço e começou a viagem de regresso, ao mesmo tempo, que ia pensando - "Será que o vento disse a verdade? Deixa-me tentar.”

Estendeu o lenço e disse:

-Lenço, dá-me banitsa e ayran (bebida de iogurte)!

De imediato, sobre o lenço, surgiu um conjunto de pratos dourados cobertos de bolos e ayran.

O rapaz pediu outra refeição. E, tudo o que queria era imediatamente colocado na sua frente. Ele comeu até estar satisfeito e retomou a viagem de regresso.
Caminhou, caminhou e na terceira noite chegou a uma estalagem. Decidiu lá pernoitar.

O rapaz sentou-se numa mesa vazia, pegou no lenço e disse:

-Lenço dá-me de comer!

No mesmo instante em que ele fez o pedido, surgiram pratos saborosos na frente dele.

As pessoas da estalagem ficaram espantadas e o rapaz partilhou com eles o banquete.

O Estalajadeiro declarou:

- Eu nunca vi tal milagre ! Um lenço dar pratos de comida! Ó rapaz! Onde é que tu arranjaste isso? Há mais disto há venda?

- Foi o vento que mo deu. - respondeu o rapaz.

- Bom presente! - disse a mulher do estalajadeiro. - Até o homem mais rico terá inveja de ti, rapaz!

O rapaz comeu o que queria e foi dormir.
Durante a noite, a mulher do estalajadeiro disse ao marido:

- Vamos apanhar o lenço ao garoto. Sem trabalho nenhum é que vai ser acumular fortuna. Lenço dá comida! E a comida aparece. Lenço dá de beber! E a bebida aparece. Com este lenço iremos atender os clientes sem trabalho e iremos ganhar muito dinheiro, sem esforço!
Quando o rapaz caiu no sono, a mulher do estalajadeiro tirou-lhe o lenço e colocou outro no seu lugar.
De manhã, o garoto foi para casa e quando chegou, gritou:
- Mãe, vem ver o lenço que eu trouxe para ti! O vento deu-mo, porque derramou a nossa farinha. A partir de agora já não precisas mais de amassar nem cozinhar.
- Ó filho! Mas que lenço? Deixa-me ver!
O rapaz estendeu o lenço e disse:
- Lenço, dá-me de comer!
Mas não houve resultado.
O rapaz pegou no lenço e foi direito ao vento.
-Vento, aqui está o teu lenço, dá-me a farinha de volta! Que o lenço já não me dá de comer.
- Porque é que o lenço já não te dá de comer? - perguntou o vento.
- Eu não sei. - respondeu o rapaz.
O vento compreendeu o que se passava e disse-lhe:
- Toma este galinho. Quando lhe disseres "Galinho canta!" Ele irá cantar e moedas de ouro irão cair-lhe do bico.
O rapaz pegou no galinho e chegou mais uma vez à estalagem onde tinha ficado da outra vez, para passar a noite.
Quando se sentou para jantar, disse:
- Galinho canta!
O galo cantou e moedas de ouro começaram a cair-lhe do bico.
O rapaz apanhou-as e pediu uma refeição.
Quando terminou, foi para a cama.
Durante a noite, quando o rapaz caiu no sono, a mulher do estalajadeiro, trocou o galinho do rapaz por outro.
De manhã, o rapaz foi para casa e quando chegou gritou:
- Mãe, vem ver o galinho que aqui trago! Quando canta, caiem-lhe moedas de ouro do bico.

Queres ver? Galinho canta!

Mas o galo ficou quieto e mudo.
- Vá lá! Galinho canta!
O rapaz pegou no galo e foi direito ao vento.
- Vento, aqui está o teu galo! Dá-me a farinha de volta. O galo já não dá moedas de ouro!”
-Ai sim? - disse o vento.
O estalajadeiro e a mulher, roubaram o lenço e o galinho verdadeiros. Agora vou dar-te este pau. Quando disseres "Pau bate!" Ele vai acertar em quem tu quiseres. Quando disseres "Pau pára!" Ele pára de bater.
O rapaz pegou no pau e mais uma vez chegou à mesma estalagem. O estalajadeiro e a mulher viram o pau e pensaram que era mais uma coisa que fazia milagres, como o lenço e o galinho, e decidiram roubá-lo ao rapaz.
Mais uma vez, quando o rapaz adormeceu, a mulher do estalajadeiro tentou apanhar o pau, mas desta vez o rapaz acordou e gritou:
-Pau bate!

E o pau começou a bater no estalajadeiro e na mulher.

- Espera rapaz! - o estalajadeiro gritou. - Diz ao pau para parar de bater, devolvemos-te o lenço! - Ai! ai! ai! - a mulher do estalajadeiro gritou. - Já chega! Vou trazer-te o galinho de volta!

- Pau pára!

E o pau parou.

A mulher do estalajadeiro devolveu imediatamente o lenço e o galinho.

O rapaz pegou então no lenço e no galo e levou-os de imediato à mãe.

-Desta vez, a mãe vai ver o lenço e o galinho verdadeiros!

Estendeu o lenço e disse:

- Lenço, dá-me banitsa e ayran! Galinho, canta!

E logo, a mesa ficou posta e as moedas de ouro começaram a cair-lhe do bico.

E assim, mãe e filho viveram felizes para sempre.

Momche i Viatyr - Junge und Wind (German version)

2009-12-09T14:34:00.001Z

Es lebte einmal eine Witwe mit ihrem Sohn. Die Mutter und der Junge arbeiteten von morgens bis abends. Sie hielten das Haus sauber, fütterten das Vieh, säten das Getreide aus, hackten, droschen und ernteten es. Von dem Getreide konnten sie gut leben und sogar noch einiges davon verkaufen. Was dann noch übrig blieg verarbeiteten Sie zu einem Gebäck namens Banitsa (Käse oder Kürbis-Gebäck) .

Eines Tages sagte die Mutter zu ihrem Sohn: "Nimm das große Backblech und trage es in den Keller. Bring mir Mehl, damit ich einen Banitsa backen kann. " Der Junge tat, was seine Mutter verlangte und ging in den Hof. Plötzlich kam ein starker Wind auf und verschüttete das ganze Mehl.

Der Junge ging abermals zum Keller .Er streute erneut Mehl auf das große Blech und ging über den Hof. Und wieder kam ein starker Wind auf und verschüttete das ganze Mehl noch einmal.

" Jetzt habe ich aber genug " schrie der Junge und rannte zum Keller. Aber als er wieder über den Hof ging, kam abermals ein starker Wind auf und fegte das Mehl vom Blech.
Der Junge warf das Blech in hohem Bogen weg und rannte los, um dem Wind zu jagen. Er lief und lief, bis er einen jungen Mann ohne Kopfbedeckung traf. " Warum rennst du denn so? ", fragte dieser. " Ich jage den Wind. Er hat mir meine Arbeit geraubt, er hat das ganze Mehl verschüttet. Er soll zurückzugeben, was er mir genommen hat. "
" Du jagst den Wind? Das ist zwecklos. Der Wind hat auch mir meine Pelz-Kappe weggeweht, sie ist in den Fluss gefallen. Aber ich bin doch nicht so verrückt, ihn deshalb zu jagen. "
" Ich werde ihn jagen und ich werde ihn fangen " sagte der Junge. Sprach‘s und lief weiter.

Am nächsten Tag traf er einen Obstbauern. " Wohin des Wegs? " fragte der Obstbauer.
" Ich jage den Wind ".
" Warum jagst du ihn denn? "
"Er muss mir mein Mehl zurückzugeben. Er fegte drei große Backbleche Mehl hinweg. Er raubte meine und die Arbeit meiner Mutter. "
" Vergeude nicht deine Zeit! Wie willst du den Wind in den Griff kriegen? Er hat uns so viele Obstbäume und Früchte zerstört. Aber was soll ich machen? Wer kann sich schon mit dem Wind anlegen? "
" Ich werde es tun!“, rief der Junge und lief wieder darauf los.

Am nächsten Tag traf er einen alten Matrosen mit einem Sack auf der Schulter.
" Wo läufst du denn hin? " fragte der Matrose.
" Ich jage den Wind ".
" Was hat er dir getan?"
" Er verschüttete 3 große Mehlbleche“
" Und was soll daran schlimm sein?"
" Für dich ist das vielleicht eine Kleinigkeit, aber für mich ist das Mehl lebensnotwendig. Du kannst ja mal ausprobieren wie mühsam es ist, Korn für Korn abzuschneiden und zu ernten. "
" Hör auf damit, Junge. Du kannst dich nicht mit dem Wind anlegen. Er ist stark und furchterregend. Er wird dich wegblasen bis in die Wildnis. Er hat sogar unser Schiff versenkt. Die Matrosen und die Passagiere sind ertrunken. Ich wundere mich, dass ich überlebt habe“.
„Was soll’s!“, sagte der Junge. „Ich muss weiter, ich gehe nicht zurück. Ich gehe zum Wind und verlange mein Mehl zurück!“

Und der Junge rannte weiter und kam schließlich zum Wind.
„Hey, Wind! Gib mir mein Mehl zurück!“
„Welches Mehl?“, fragte der Wind.
„Du hast mir mein Mehl verschüttet – jetzt musst du es zurückgeben! Deshalb jage ich dich schon seit 3 Tagen.
" Der Wind lächelte und sagte: " Es ist gut, dass du auf dein Hab und Gut achtest. Es gibt nicht viele, die den Mut haben, mit dem Wind zu streiten. Das verschüttete Mehl kann ich dir nicht zurückgeben, aber ich gebe dir dafür dieses Taschentuch. Nimm es und pass gut darauf auf. Wenn du es ausbreitest und sprichst: „Taschentuch, gib mir Essen“, wird dich das Tuch mit Essen versorgen. Jede Speise, die du wünschst, wirst du erhalten.

Der Junge nahm das Taschentuch. Er verabschiedete sich und dachte - " Ob der Wind wohl die Wahrheit spricht? Ich werde es einmal versuchen. " Er breitete das Taschentuch aus und sagte:
" Taschentuch, gib mir Banitsa (Gebäck) und Ayran! " (Joghurt-Getränk).
Sofort erschienen auf dem Taschentuch goldene Teller gefüllt mit feinstem Gebäck und goldene Becher mit Ayran dazu.
Der Junge probierte es mit einer anderen Mahlzeit. Was er sich auch wünschte, sofort erhielt er es.
Er aß sich satt und machte sich auf den Weg nach Hause. In der dritten Nacht erreichte er ein Gasthaus und hielt an, um dort die Nacht zu verbringen. Er setzte sich an einen leeren Tisch, breitete sein Taschentuch aus und sagte: " Taschen-tuch gibt mir Essen“
Sogleich erschienen die edelsten Speisen auf seinem Teller.
Die Menschen in der Taverne waren überrascht und der Junge gab allen etwas von dem guten Essen ab.
Der Wirt jedoch sagte: " Ich habe noch nie ein solch‘ wundervolles Taschentuch gesehen, woher hast du es? Kann man es irgendwo kaufen? "
"Der Wind gab es mir“.
„Das ist ein gutes Geschenk ", sagte die Wirtin. „Selbst der reichste Mann wird dich darum beneiden. "
Der Junge aß sich satt und ging schlafen. In der Nacht sagte die Wirtin zum Wirt:
" Wollen wir dem Jungen das Taschentuch nehmen? Wenn wir das Tuch besitzen, können wir reich werden, ohne arbeiten zu müssen. Das Taschentuch wird uns alle ernähren. Wir werden auch nie mehr durstig sein.“
Als der Junge eingeschlafen war, nahmen die Beiden dem Jungen das Tuch weg und verstauschten es mit einem anderen Tuch, das genauso aussah.

Am anderen Morgen ging der Junge nach Hause und als er dort ankam, rief er: " Mutter, sieh mal, welch‘ lustiges Taschentuch ich dir bringe! Der Wind gab es mir, weil er unser Mehl verschüttet hat. Du wirst nie mehr Teig kneten und Essen kochen müssen. "
"Von welchem Taschentuch sprichst du, Sohn? Lass‘ sehen! "
Der Junge breitete das Tuch aus und sagte: "Taschentuch, gib mir Essen!“
Aber nichts erschien auf dem Tuch. Der Junge nahm das Tuch und ging abermals zum Wind. „Wind, hier hast du dein Tuch – gib mir mein Mehl zurück! Das Tuch gibt kein Essen mehr“.
„Warum gibt es denn kein Essen mehr?“, fragte der Wind.
„Ich weiß es nicht“.
Der Wind wusste, was passiert war und sagte: „Nimm diesen Hahn. Wenn du sprichst. „Sing, kleiner Hahn“, dann wird er singen und goldene Münzen werden aus seinem Schnabel fallen.
Der Junge nahm den Hahn und erreichte wieder dasselbe Gasthaus unD beschloss, die Nacht dort zu verbringen. Als er Essen bestellte, stellte er den Hahn auf den Tisch und sagte: „Sing, kleiner Hahn“.
Der Hahn sang und goldene Münzen fielen aus seinem Schnabel. Der Junge nahm die Münzen und zahlte damit. Als er fertig war, ging er zu Bett.

In dieser Nacht, als der Junge schlief, stahlen die Wirtin und der Wirt den Hahn und vertauschten ihn mit einem anderen.
Am nächsten Morgen verabschiedete sich der Junge und ging nach Hause. Aber als er seiner Mutter den Hahn vorführen wollte, blieb er stumm und keine Goldmünzen fielen aus seinem Schnabel.

Abermals ging der Junge zum Wind. „Wind, hier hast du deinen kleinen Hahn- gib mir mein Mehl zurück! Der Hahn gibt kein Geld mehr her!“
„So?“, sagte der Wind. „Der Wirt und die Wirtin haben dir dein Tuch und deinen Hahn gestohlen. Ich gebe dir diesen Stock. Wenn du sagst: „Stock, schlage zu!“, dann schlägt der Stock, wen immer du willst. Wenn du sagst „Stock – steh still!“, wird der Stock aufhören, zu schlagen.

Der Junge übernachtete im selben Gasthaus und der Wirt und die Wirtin dachten, auch der Stock wäre ein Zauberstock und wollten ihn stehlen. Als sie ihn jedoch berührten, rief der Junge: „Stock, schlage zu!“
Und der Stock schlug und schlug die beiden Diebe. Der Wirt rief erschrocken:“Warte Junge, ich gebe dir dein Tuch zurück. Und die Wirtin rief: „Sogleich bringe ich dir den kleinen Hahn!“ Der Junge rief: „Stock – steh still!“ und der Stock stand still. Die beiden brachten das Diebesgut zurück.

Der Junge ging auf direktem Wege nach Hause und rief seine Mutter. „Diesmal wirst du das richtige Tuch und den echten Hahn sehen!“. Er breitete das Tuch aus und rief: „Taschentuch, gib Banitsa und Ayran!“ Den Hahn stellte er daneben und rief: „Sing - kleiner Hahn“. Die Speisen erschienen und die Goldmünzen fielen aus dem Schnabel.

Die Mutter freute sich und war stolz auf ihren mutigen Sohn. So lebten sie zufrieden und glücklich und wenn sie nicht gestorben sind, dann leben sie noch heute.

Момче и вятър - Momche i viatyr (Bulgarian version)

2009-12-09T14:03:00.004Z

Една вдовица имала едничък син. И майката, и момчето се трудели от зори, та чак до мръкване. Подреждали къщата, хранели добитъка, орели, копаели, сеяли, плевели, жънели. Овършавали едро жито. Стигало за тях. Имало и за продан. Печели баници. Месели бели погачи.
Един ден майката казала на момчето:
— Вземи, сине, тавата. Иди в избата. Донеси ми брашно да меся баница.
Момчето взело тавата. Отишло в избата. Нагребало брашно. Излязло на двора.
Духнал силен вятър — разпилял брашното.
Върнало се момчето в избата. Напълнило отново тавата. Излязло на двора. Духнал вятърът. Разпилял пак брашното.
— Няма да е по твоята, ветре! — извикало момчето и влязло в избата. Нагребало брашно. Излязло на двора. Духнал пак вятърът. Не оставил нищо в тавата.
Захвърлило я момчето. Тръгнало да гони вятъра.
Тичало, тичало — срещнало гологлав момък.
— Защо тичаш, момче? — попитал Момъкът.
— Вятъра гоня. Трудеца ми ограби. Разпиля ми брашното. Гоня го, да ми го върне.
— Вятър гони ли се бе, момче? Остави се от тая работа! И на мене вятърът свали калпака и го отнесе в реката. Но аз не съм луд да го гоня!
— Аз пък ще го гоня и ще го стигна!
И хукнало пак момчето. Тичало, тичало — на другия ден срещнало здрав и едър селянин.
— Къде си се втурнало, момче? — попитал селянинът.
— Вятъра гоня.
— Защо го гониш?
— Да ми върне брашното. Три тави ми разпиля. Трудеца ни ограби — на мене и на майка ми!
— Не си хаби времето, момченце! С вятър излиза ли се наглава? Той и на мене колко овощни дръвчета поломи! Колко плод орони! Но си трая. Кой може да се разправя с вятъра?
— Аз ще се разправя!
Тичало пак момчето, тичало — на третия ден срещнало стар моряк с торба на рамо.
— Къде, момче? — спрял го морякът.
— Вятъра гоня.
— Какво ти е направил?
— Разпиля ни три тави брашно!
— Е, голяма работа!
— За тебе може да е малка, но за мене е голяма. Нека дойде той да поработи, че да види как се добива всяко зрънце!
— Върни се, момче! — рекъл морякът. — Не можеш се разправи с вятъра! Той е силен и страшен! Ще духне срещу тебе, ще те отвее в някой пущинак. Не можеш се върна вече! Нали и нашия кораб потопи! Издавиха се и пътници, и моряци! Аз сам се чудя как останах жив!
— Да става каквото ще! Тръгнал съм — няма да се върна! Ще догоня вятъра, ще си диря брашното!
Момчето отново се втурнало.
Тичало, тичало, тичало — най-сетне стигнало вятъра.
— Ей, ветре!
— Какво?
— Дай ми брашното, дето го разпиля!
— Бре, момче, вятър брашно държи ли?
— Държи, не държи — ние с труд сме го добили! Разпиля го — трябва да го върнеш! Затова тичам цели три дни да те гоня!
Усмихнал се вятърът и рекъл:
— Добре правиш, че пазиш и си дириш с труд придобитото имане. Па си и смело момче, щом си дошло с вятъра Да се разправяш. Разпиляното брашно не мога да върна. Но ще ти го заплатя ето с тази кърпичка. Вземи я и я пази добре. Като й кажеш: „Кърпичке, дай да ям!“ — тя сама се постила. Каквото ядене поискаш, тозчас ще се яви пред тебе!
Взело момчето кърпичката. Тръгнало си. Върви и си мисли: „Право ли казва вятърът? Лъже ли ме? Чакай да опитам!“
Постлало кърпичката и рекло:
— Кърпичке, дай да ям баница и айрян!
Изведнъж върху кърпичката се наредили златни блюда с вкусна баница и айрян.
Момчето поискало и друго ядене. Каквото пожелало, тозчас се явило пред него.
Момчето яло, яло — наситило се. Тръгнало отново. Вървяло, що вървяло, на третата вечер се отбило да пренощува в една кръчма.
Седнало при празна маса, постлало кърпичката и рекло:
— Кърпичке, дай ми да ям!
Докато издума, пред него се наредили все хубави гозби.
Смаяли се хората в кръчмата. Момчето ги поканило. Нагостило ги богато.
— И това чудо не бях виждал! — рекъл кръчмарят. — Кърпичка гозби да дава! Отде я взе бре, момко? Има ли някъде да се продават?
— Вятърът ми я даде.
— Добър дар! — обадила се кръчмарката. — И най-богатият човек ще ти завиди!
Нахранило се момчето. Прибрало кърпичката. Отишло да спи.
През нощта кръчмарката казала на мъжа си:
— Мъжо, да вземем на момчето кърпичката. Без работа богатство ще трупаме. „Дай, кърпичке, ядене.“ — „На!“ „Дай, кърпичке, пиене!“ — „Готово!“ Ще поднасяме на хората и без труд пари ще печелим!
Като заспало момчето, кръчмарката влязла при него, взела кърпичката от пояса му и оставила друга на нейно място.
Тръгнало си сутринта момчето. Стигнало до тяхната къща и още от вратата викнало:
— Мамо, да видиш каква кърпичка ти нося! Даде ми я вятърът, задето ни разпиля брашното. Няма вече да месиш и готвиш!
— Каква кърпичка, сине? Дай да я видя!
Момчето извадило кърпичката, постлало я на стола и рекло:
— Кърпичке, дай да ям!
Кърпичката нищо не дала.
— Чуваш ли, кърпичке! Дай да ям!
Кърпичката си оставала празна.
— Щом не щеш да даваш вече ядене, хайде при вятъра!
Взело момчето кърпичката и право при вятъра.
— Ветре, на ти кърпичката, дай ми брашното! Кърпичката не дава вече ядене.
— Защо не дава вече, момченце?
— Не зная. По-напред даваше. Сега не ще.
Разбрал вятърът каква е работата и казал:
— Вземи това петленце. Щом му кажеш: „Запей, петленце!“ — то ще запее и жълтици ще падат из устата му.
Взело момчето петленцето. Тръгнало си. Вечерта се отбило да пренощува в същата кръчма. Като седнало да вечеря, казало:
— Запей, петленце!
Петлето запяло: кукуригу-у — и из устата му почнали да падат жълтици.
Момчето ги взело и си поръчало ядене.
Като се навечеряло, легнало да спи.
През нощта кръчмарката взела петленцето и сложила на негово място друго.
Събудило се на сутринта момчето, взело другото петле и си тръгнало.
Стигнало, нестигнало в къщи, отдалек завикало:
— Мамо, мамо, да видиш какво петленце ти нося! Щом запее, жълтици падат от устата му! Хайде запей, петленце!
Петлето мълчало.
— Петленце, запей!
Петлето пак мълчало.
Грабнало го момчето. Отърчало при вятъра.
— Ветре, не ща ти петлето! Дай ми брашното! Петлето не дава вече жълтици.
— Така ли? — рекъл вятърът. — Кръчмарят и кръчмарката са ти взели истинската кърпичка и истинското петленце. На ти тази пръчка! Тя ще оправи работата. Щом й кажеш: „Удряй, пръчко!“ — тя ще почне де когото свари да шиба. Щом й речеш: „Спри, пръчко!“ — тя престава да удря.
Взело момчето пръчката. Тръгнало си. Вечерта пак се отбило в кръчмата. Кръчмарят и жена му видели пръчката. Помислили, че и тя е чудновата като кърпичката и петлето. Сдумали се и нея да вземат.
Като заспало момчето, влезли при него. Жената посегнала да вземе пръчката. Момчето се събудило и викнало:
— Удряй, пръчко!
Ех, като зашибала оная ми ти пръчка! Удря ли, удря — ту кръчмаря, ту кръчмарката.
— Чакай бре, момче! Кажи да спре пръчката! — викал кръчмарят. — Ще ти върнем кърпичката!
— Ох, олеле! — пищяла кръчмарката. — Стига! Умирам! Ще донеса петленцето!
— Пръчко, спри! — извикало момчето.
Пръчката спряла.
Отърчала плачешком кръчмарката. Донесла кърпичката, донесла и петлето.
Взело ги момчето и право при майка си.
Още от вратата завикало:
— Мамо, мамо, сега ще видиш истинската кърпичка и истинското петленце!
Постлало кърпичката и рекло:
— Кърпичке, дай да ядем баница и айрян!
Върху кърпичката се наредили златни блюда с . баница и айрян
— Запей, петленце! — викнало момчето.
Запяло петлето. Жълтици почнали да падат из устата му.
И заживели си майка и син доволни и честити.
Край

Imagine a story

2009-12-02T18:15:00.005Z

Each country has to imagine a story. German children wrote the beginning of our european story.This time, french pupils did it. It's "The cow-boat". Servane and Claudine, the french teachers red it with pleasure ! Next time, the estonian children will do it.

Exchange

2009-12-02T18:06:00.003Z

We exchanged about the project: "The generous cutterwood". Each country brought pupils 'S works.

Learning Activity in the Forest

2009-11-11T14:34:00.001Z

Teachers play "Helde Puuraiuja" - Generous Woodcutter

2009-11-11T14:00:00.000Z

Pressartikel Estland

2009-11-09T22:17:00.000Z

Presseartikel
Verfasser: Heidi Quéré, Kindergarten Le Petit Prince
Thema: Europäisches Comenius Projekt
Dritte Etappe: Estland, Tallin

Mit Regenjacke und Regenschirm gewappnet machten sich Leiterin Heidi Quéré und Erzieherin Ulrike Graf zusammen mit dem Europamaskottchen Monsieur Chien auf den Weg nach Tallinn, der Hauptstadt Estlands. Dort trafen sie nun schon zum dritten Mal ihre Europäischen Partner aus Estland, Portugal, Bulgarien und Frankreich (wir berichteten).

Was sie dort erlebten, übertraf bei Weitem die Erwartungen der beiden Pädagoginnen. In dem Livakuu Kindergarten, von außen ein unscheinbarer Betonklotz, agierte eine lustige Truppe von Erzieherinnen, die im Laufe der vier Tage permanent zum Teil selbstgebaute Musikinstrumente hervor holten, um mit den Kindern zu singen und zu tanzen. Sie verkleideten sich als Wichtelmännchen und zogen mit über 100 Kindern in den Wald. Dort konnten sie an sechs Stationen wissenswerte Dinge über Bäume und Waldfrüchte kennen lernen. Besonders interessant war ein Wichtel, der überdimensional große Füße hatte und Barfuß lief.

Dass die Esten lustige Leutchen sind, machte sich auch beim Abendprogramm bemerkbar: an einem kulturellen Abend wurde ein grandioses Theaterstück rund um Europa gezeigt, einstudiert von verschiedenen Tanzvereinen aus Tallin. Tänzer jeder Altersstufe von 0 bis 90 Jahre waren vertreten. In einer Gruppe schwangen junge Mütter ihre Babys zum Takt der Folkloremusik. So wird den estnischen Kindern die Musik bereits in die Wiege gelegt.

Auch das Umfeld ist passend für diese agilen, lebenslustigen Leute. Tallinn, eine vom Mittelalter geprägte Hauptstadt mit gut erhaltener Stadtmauer und kleinen Türmchen, die Namen haben wie „Dicke Margarethe“ oder „Langer Hermann“, begegnet man ganzen Gruppen junger Leute, die in den wunderschönen mittelalterlich erhaltenen Kneipen feiern oder einfach nur durch die Gassen schlendern oder einen garantiert handgestrickten Pullover mit einem der wunderschönen Motive, wie man sie in Estland überall findet, zu kaufen. Viele Touristen kommen aus Helsinki mit dem Schnellboot auf einen Sprung nach Tallinn.

Als Krönung durften wir ein Abendessen bei einer estnischen Musiklehrerin genießen und wie könnte es anders sein: im Laufe des Abends war ein Saunagang unvermeidlich und auch da ging es nicht ohne das Trällern einer estnischen Melodie.

Voller Ideen und Eindrücke kamen die beiden Erzieherinnen wieder in den Kindergarten Le Petit Prince zurück. Dort fand im Anschluss an die Reise ein Europafest statt. Die Kinder zogen dieses Jahr nicht mit Laternen, sondern mit Fahnen und sangen und tanzten beim Feuer mit Glühwein und Dambedeis – wie könnte es anders sein – estnische Lieder und Tänze!
Die nächste Station ist Bulgarien. Im März fliegen die beiden Erzieherinnen nach Sophia, das Flugticket ist bereits bestellt.

Wenn Sie mehr wissen möchten über das Comenius Projekt des Kindergartens Le Petit Prince, gehen Sie auf die Homepage http://sets-comenius.blogspot.com/

Tallinn Meeting

2009-10-20T13:05:00.000+01:00

Acorn's hair-pin gifts

2009-10-19T22:01:00.003+01:00

Made by the staff of our school.

Helde Puuraiuja Trees book

2009-10-19T21:04:00.004+01:00

4th year from Primmary school (Graça Pinheiro)

Houses in the Algarve - Throughout time Book

2009-10-19T20:06:00.004+01:00

2nd year from Primmary school (Raquel Alagoinha)

Lavender's little bags

2009-10-19T20:00:00.002+01:00

We've made and painted little bags and put inside lavander.

4th year from Primmary school (Raquel São Matias)

Honey

2009-10-16T22:01:00.001+01:00

We've painted the small bottles and put insided honey .

1st year from Primmary school (Cristina Cunha)

Honey Water - Água Mel

2009-10-16T21:36:00.005+01:00

We've painted the small bottles and put insided honey water.

1st year from Primmary school (Cristina Cunha)

Our Chestnut

2009-10-16T12:39:00.005+01:00

We've painted a chestnut tree in our Classroom wall.

Sala 1 - Kindergarden teacher Tânia Maia da Costa

Aromatic Olive oil

2009-10-15T23:07:00.007+01:00

We've made aromatic olive oil with olive oil and some aromatic herbes: Jasmine, pennyroyal, salsa, coriander and laurel.

1st year from Primmary school (Sílvia Alegria)

Different things who grows in the forest

2009-10-15T22:48:00.005+01:00

We spoke about different things who grows in the forest. We collected them and ate them together:

Walnuts, glans, chestnuts, honey, stone-pines.
Three different kinds of honey: acacia, flower, fir
Chestnuts

Walnuts, glans, fir-cone, stone-pines.

Heidi Queré

Our Houses

2009-10-14T00:58:00.003+01:00

Helde Puuraiuja's Panel

2009-10-12T21:38:00.007+01:00

We've made a panel with all elements of the story.

1st year from Primmary school (Cristina Cunha)

Algarvian Traditional Houses

2009-10-12T19:49:00.005+01:00

Project : Building a house, from the blueprint to the finished house

2009-10-12T19:21:00.004+01:00

After taking a closer look at some blueprints we read a picture-book called „Auf der Baustelle“ („At the construction site“) before we tried to build some little houses (Lego) ourselves.

Each child created its very own miniature house made of cardboard.

Ulrike Graf

Algarvian Architechture Draws

2009-10-12T19:16:00.006+01:00

We've made some draws about the Algarvian Architechture (Houses and Chimneys).

2nd year from Primmary school (Raquel Alagoinha)

Tree's Research

2009-10-12T17:16:00.012+01:00

We've made a research in books and web about the "Helde Puuraidua's" trees.

4th year from Primmary school (Graça Pinheiro)

The family's tree

2009-10-12T16:45:00.016+01:00

Our homemade trees built together with our parents

Ana Frescata and parents
Mariana Palma and parents

Rodrigo Carril and parents Margarida Lopes and parents

Afonso Guerreiro and parents

Sofia Augusto and parents

Sofia Amorim and parents

Salvador Victo and parents

Beatriz Montóia and parents

Rita Paiva and parentsVera Charrua and parentsPedro Espírito Santo and parentsCora McDonald and parentsMicael Demenchack and parentsGabriel Diogo and parentsPedro Encarnação and parentsJoão Branco and parents

Trees - Artwork

2009-10-11T00:12:00.008+01:00

The chestnut

2009-10-09T18:04:00.009+01:00

The french pupils say: "Hello !" to their european friends , underneath the chestnut of the playground. Now, It's time to eat chestnuts. It's very good !

Land-art

2009-10-09T17:52:00.007+01:00

"It is funny to draw with the treasures of our forest." said Lucie.

Little trees - collage

2009-10-07T23:34:00.005+01:00

1st year from Primmary school (Cristina Cunha)

Our forest in Baden-Baden

2009-10-07T22:51:00.003+01:00

Various tree fungi

A small beetle that lives here in our woods.

Spiders

2009-10-07T22:37:00.005+01:00

Our homemade spiders.

We have made of felt,wool an some of chestnut.

A giant spider’s web that have made the children.

Characters of tree's fruits

2009-10-07T11:32:00.004+01:00

We have created little characters withs fruit's trees and toothpick.Mum and child's hedgehod.Familie tree's fruits and their dog.

Fanciful trees

2009-10-07T11:22:00.002+01:00

The childrens have created trees on carpets, with different materials, branchs, wood's rings, leafs, trees's fruit, pebble and wool.

in the forest

2009-10-06T16:41:00.007+01:00

We read the estonian story. So,we went to the forest with our cow who wants to see the world.

our cow-boat arrives !

2009-10-06T16:09:00.005+01:00

Look at our cow- boat made by Jacques Billon! What do you think about this french cow ?

A surprise

2009-10-06T15:51:00.005+01:00

Noe is trying to open the gift-wrapped parcel. What is it?

An artist

2009-10-06T15:47:00.007+01:00

An artist, Jacques Billon, is making our cow-boat with metal.

A strange cow-boat

2009-10-06T15:12:00.011+01:00

We are writing a fairytale for our european story. The main character is a cow, a special one. She's got boats on its fur.The pupils imagined and drew it.

Mihklilaat - Michaelmas Day Fair

2009-10-05T22:54:00.008+01:00

Michaelmas Day on 29th of september we held a fair in our kindergarten. All the groups asked the parents to bring vegetables, fruits, jams and so on. And they all had to sell the things. For the

entertainment the children were singing and finally a clown made balloon animals.

Despite the rain it was just wonderful!!!

Children singing.

The clown making balloon animals!

Hand's Tree

2009-09-30T22:59:00.002+01:00

One tree made with our hands.

1st year from Primmary school (Cristina Cunha)

Bulgarian Trees

2009-09-17T08:58:00.007+01:00

Here are some pictures about element trees from the Estonian fairy tale.

Lidia Zaharinova