Змеиногорск (Рудный Алтай)
"Исход. Секретнокаторжные горы Змеиной." Художник Иван Мамонтов.(Алтайская Организация Союза Художников России)
(С) Иван Мамонтов
Стоит Змеиногорск в распадке рудных гор,
Легенда старины в названии таится.
На утренней заре по дымке бросишь взор
И кажется: по склонам старых гор
Туман истории дымится и клубится.
Вот камень у пруда, вот штольни старой вход,
Вот барельеф из скал, нависших над карьером.
Привидится в момент столетий мерный ход –
Из зева старой шахты выйдет вот,
Тот самый рудознатец Федор, знатный делом.
Седая голова с отливом серебра,
А искорки из глаз, как золота частицы.
Натруженной рукой, стирая пот со лба.
Он спросит вдруг: - «Ну, как, насчет добра,
Что здесь нашел я, славно потрудившись?»
Пусть все не наяву, но в том и весь секрет,
И время говорить, конечно, не в новинку,
История велит – оставленный нам след
Хранить, принять же это, как завет
И поклониться рудознатцу, как в старинку.
Не мало лет рассвет менял закат,
за четверть века вот уже перевалило
И с дня с того, когда в горе открылся клад,
Ведь время не крутилось же назад,
Казалось бы, гора все чрево раздарила.
Но время разное творит и разный сказ –
Достались цепи от колодников музеям,
А новые копры над шахтами сейчас
Нам говорят, что не иссяк запас,
Живет Змеиногорск, легендами овеян.
(С) Борис Есипов
Legend of the Big Snake ...
The second month was
Yermil south towards the blue mountains that rose above the horizon. Where - and there, as telling the elderly, is a mountain that holds the wealth of the Great Serpent, protected by innumerable hordes of his fellow men. All on the road happened: it took nearly elk horns - came on his trail. Where - roared out there in front of the bear - had to turn sharply to the side. The long leg of the knife - not a weapon against him. Passing the river, stumbled Yermil and soaked to the skin. Would not it be schstya, but in disguise. When getting out of the river, a pebble in the water flashed and went out. Spread out to dry clothes duck water rushed. Bent downward, and it is necessary - see. Fed up with him and gasped - a speck of native gold. A little farther he saw the second, third. In order not to scare the bird - good luck, put the search tomorrow: the case - that the evening went on. Fireplace spread, and small percussion fare, went to bed. Suddenly I heard whose - that whispers: "Do not sleep, Yermil Ave wealth." Yermil lifted his head and froze with fear. Curled, before him lay a great serpent. Paralyzed his eyes, he was unable to move hand or foot. Woke up when the sun had risen. Did not understand: whether he dreamed of meeting, whether it was a reality. But the words lodged in her head. Ahead loomed the mountain. Is not that hides a treasure? And she seemed to tease. It seems to fit her foot and she had a mountain of other lies. Tired of the daily search, lay down and fell asleep. And scurried dreamed - dreamed big snake.
Do not hurry - he hissed. - Gore does not like the greedy so Toropka. The time will come, and it will open you the secret.
! - I wanted to cry but stopped short Yermil, recalling mandate snake is not in a hurry. In the morning he again went in search of gold. Any ore came across as votzolotaya not. And such a rage he picked up.
Well, wait, Snake! Uzho he will show me the way to the mystery!
Before we meet the third night, pitched Yermil brushwood around it - the grass in the middle of the fire spread. Pretended to be asleep. And all - the arrival of the Snake is overlooked. Woke up on the hissing sound. Coals glowed in the darkness about his eyes.
vain rushing me ... but if in a hurry before the touch of wealth, then ...
I could not resist
Yermil and threw firebrands in a circle. Grass fire broke out around. And when the snake was ready to soar over the fire, shouted Yermil pleadingly: - Wait, wait!
Vilos snake's body among the stones. Yermil hurried after him, stumbling and padaya.i votpered it rose a mountain, around which swarmed with numerous snakes.
Do not worry - Big Snake hissed. - While I'm with you, will not touch you.
- that of a mountain river roared dully. That - whether warning of what - what it is enticing. Suddenly, the mountain appeared a dark doorway.
Go ahead! - Big Snake hissed.
Yermil stepped forward and his legs went into the void. The flight seemed like an eternity, but lasted a few seconds. Falling on that - it is soft, Yermil opened his eyes. Before him, shimmering iridescent colors shone cave. And in the middle of her lay piles of gold.
Where am I? - exclaimed stunned Yermil.
This is my wealth. - Big Snake said. Will be yours if you become his guardian.
Yermil involuntarily reached for the gold. A bright piece of metal burns his hand. From the unbearable pain and clenched fingers ... Yermil awoke he was lying at the foot of the mountain. The sun was shining. And instead of the sun Ermilov videla mountain of gold. Yermil rose, stretched himself, and fell from the open palm of gold bullion.
So, not a fad to me! - Burned a thought. Not a dream. So this hidden treasure. Home Yermil flew as on wings. However, the villagers, after hearing his story, laughed, saying that thought is the same. But suddenly, the men began to disappear from the village. We returned tired, angry - not found the mountain. Yermil remembering mandate snake, do not hurry to the mountain. Believed that the time will tell him when Snake Mountain will open its door to the mystery.
After many years of grief in the wake of his descendants came Yermilov. Shoveled the whole mountain, and stayed on her quarry, survived to this day. A wealth? Well, it turned into the ore from which the miners have learned a lot of silver, tin, copper and zinc.
legend about an old man ...
That was long ago. Now I do not remember anybody, probably, but only lived on the shores of Lake Kolyvansky tribe miners. Many oniznali minerals but different metals at a time when the state and the Russian language was not. And just settled on the banks of rivers and wild tribes scattered. So, these people, that is, miners, lived vmire with nature, and nebylo their enemies among the wild beasts. They took what they had been given to the heavens, and they did not know grief. Yes, this is the only person that when it is well to live, he begins to imagine himself the king of nature, and do what he is not allowed. So it is with them - they began to hunt and fish without a measure Voser fish unnecessarily. Fortune turned away from them: vlesah game moved up, and the river emptied. Then came a great famine in those parts. Many people then triple the price paid for it. And then, when it ceased to hope, and humble and imploring ustli ask the old man came here - the shaman. Nobody knew who he was and why, and what was his name, I do not know, has not kept pamyatlyudskaya his name, but it was too powerful he was. And he returned to the wild beasts of the forest and fish in the lake, but with the instructions to not to neglect the precepts of their ancestors, and more guarded their places. With that and left. And the old man has since settled on the lake and began to protect its people and help them. Sometimes, the drought will happen, so he will catch the clouds and save the crops, or, conversely, the clouds disperse, if flooded. But he has helped, if considered necessary. And people did not go CNEM were afraid.
Much time has passed since the time when the old man first appeared on the lake. Several generations had time to be replaced. Lived there all calm and measured, but the end comes around. Looming over the lands of these dangerous black shadow. They brought a blue-gray on the wings of ravens news that goes on the ground the great army of devouring fire, and there is no salvation from it: plundering villages and people in the prisoner takes so kills. The tribe decided to send envoys to the shaman and ask for help. But they returned without an answer, did not appear old man: Toli, even too much for him to handle it, he just died felts. And they began to prepare for war, but knew that they did not survive. When the enemy came to the lake, went to meet him, Shaman. And he was alone, and he had no weapons, but the great strength of bylavnem. And he made them from the eternal prison of stone, and set to guard the lake. And the stoichiometric been taken ill, apparently tired badly. And one night, when a copper penny moon hid behind clouds bitten by side, he went to the hillock, and stood at the head of the stone army. And to this day stands guard.
Результаты голосования - 'Есть у Змеиногорска.РУ будущее?'
Всего проголосовало - 474 человек
|да, и хорошее - 278 голосов, ||58.65 %|
|нет, деградация - 162 голосов, ||34.18 %|
|отстань, не до этого - 34 голосов, ||7.17 %|
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