Beautiful legends and myths about love. The legend of a guy and a girl. The parable of true love

This story is chilling, but you’ll read it to the end. I heard it as a child.

This took place in a neighboring village, next to which was a deep lake. And a couple in love loved to go to this lake. The boy was the tallest and most handsome in the village - a brunette with black eyes. The beautiful girl was fair-haired and green-eyed. In the evenings they loved to sit on the shore of the lake, the girl sang songs and weaved wreaths. They usually returned home very late. Parents disliked such dates, the girl was rarely allowed to go to meetings with the young man, but she constantly ran to him.

And at that time a terrible drought fell on the village, and famine began. It didn’t rain and everyone already thought that death was coming. The parents completely stopped letting the beautiful girl go on a date with the young man, and at that time he was sitting by the river bank and waiting for her.

Once, apparently, he wanted to get a blooming lily for her - and he drowned, unfortunate, in cool water, could not get out of the swampy place. The lake was notorious for a long time, it looked like a swamp. Only one thing in it was beautiful: it bloomed, there were many different flowers, but people did not swim there and were afraid to go there.

The guy's body was not found. The grief-stricken girl often came to the old place and called strashno.com to him.

After the death of the young man, the drought stopped, it started raining, the ghost of starvation receded. And the girl was tormented. They wanted to give her in marriage, she resisted, completely worn out herself.

A month later, drought and famine set in again. From this, people went crazy, so they decided to send the unfortunate girl after the young man. Her family was not against this sacrifice, for them it was still a burden. At night, when the girl was asleep, evil people broke into the house and killed her, and then dragged her to the lake, where a wooden raft was waiting for her. The girl was laid on a raft and her body was strewn with flowers. People thought that in this way they would attract the attention of the devil (a young man who had died), and pushed the raft away from the shore.

The next morning the raft remained, and the girl disappeared. Someone said that a local old man saw a young man, strashno.com all in white, lying next to her, stroking her hair, and then dipping her into the water and dragging her to the bottom.

Sometimes in that area you can hear the voice of a girl and a boy from the lake, and even songs at night. It was since then that this young man was nicknamed the ghost of the swamp, they began to revere and fear him.

This is a story about a great love that was destined to meet even at the bottom of a deep lake and stay together forever. I personally went there - the place is unpleasant, some three wooden posts. Nobody knows what is happening there, or maybe they know, they just keep silent. After all, there are many other sins in that village, including sacrifices.

Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia

Peter and Fevronia, the faithful holy princes, whose memory is celebrated on July 8, became the name of the holiday of love and fidelity. It was installed in 2008 at the initiative of Svetlana Medvedeva. She also proposed to make a chamomile a symbol of the holiday. However, this is the secular side of the holiday, which is gradually overgrown with all the attributes of officialdom.

But in ancient times it was not like that. The princes in Russia were the first to be revered among the people (remember Boris and Gleb), but this became especially evident in Mongol times - XII-XIII centuries. However, by the end of the 15th century, this trend was interrupted. Princes, and laymen in general, ceased to be canonized, priests and monks began to be canonized.

Alexander Prostev. Holy noble princes Peter and Fevronia

In Mongolian times, the princes were the only defenders of the people, the personification of the feat of love and service to their homeland. But information about most of the princes has not survived to our time, and if they did, it was in a very short and incomplete form. Peter and Fevronia are among those princes about whom information, although very brief, still reached.

It is known about Peter and Fevronia that they reigned in Murom for a quarter of a century - from 1203 to 1228. Their life does not tell about the childhood of the spouses, or about who their parents are. It is only mentioned that Peter is the second son of Prince Yuri Vladimirovich Muromsky and that he ascended the throne in 1203.

A. Prostev. Saint Prince Peter

Fevronia is the daughter of a peasant beekeeper from the Ryazan village. Having fallen in love with each other, Prince Peter and Fevronia, who became his wife, remained faithful to each other until the last days of their lives and died together - on the eighth of July. This day today has become the All-Russian Day of Love and Marital Fidelity.

Artist Olga "Saint Fevronia"

The service dedicated to the saints glorifies them as miracle workers, calling Peter blessed, Fevronia the Wise, and together - the blessed O Itcy, by mercy and prayers to God, pleasing to God, and after their death are inseparably abiding in a single tomb.

Peter is glorified as a brave warrior who defeated the serpent, and Fevronia as wise, humble and keeping trust. "For orphans and widows, intercessors, and invincible helpers in troubles, and for all those who come to you, a shelter is not bad, and the unflattering consolation of those in sin, preserve our fatherland" - this is how they pray to the faithful in the service.

A. Prostev. Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia

There are no ascetic deeds in their lives, Peter and Fevronia are full of human kindness and humility. Their piety is manifested primarily in love, love of poverty, caring for the weak and orphans - these are their main virtues. They are ready to sacrifice power for the sake of their neighbor, which is reflected in the fairytale legend about the holy prince Peter and his wife, Princess Fevronia.

The Day of Remembrance of the Russian Saints Peter and Fevronia and their canonization took place by decision of the Moscow Cathedral in 1547, and a short life was included by Dimitri of Rostov in the collection of hagiographic tales. But even before the glorification of Peter and Fevronia in the sixteenth century, folk tales and legends about the faithful saints circulated in Murom, which was reflected in the service dedicated to them.

Icon "Sacred faithful Prince Peter and Princess Fevronia"

The features of the pious couple gradually acquired fabulous details, which resulted in the "Tale of Peter and Fevronia", which became one of the most beloved legends among the people. However, Metropolitan Macarius of Moscow did not include it in his collection of the lives of the saints, since it had obvious features of folk tales that could not claim to be a strict life: what attracted the people could not satisfy the church requirements. The story was rewritten by hand an infinite number of times, passing it from hand to hand.

But today, in accordance with the new realities, the story is not so much a glorification of love for one's small homeland and the Russian land, not a glorification of the feat of social service of the faithful to the people and the expression of the commandment of love, as a hymn of family love and fidelity, where female wisdom and humility are the highest virtue of a wife, but male courage and devotion to his wife are the honor and dignity of a man.

A. Prostev. The prince builds temples. The princess takes care of old age

The story itself really reads like a folk tale, which tells how Peter, not yet the ruler of Murom, entered into an unequal battle with the serpent, who raped his brother Paul's wife, appearing in the eyes of a stranger in his guise. During the killing of the snake, Peter got his blood and he fell ill with leprosy. No one could cure the young man, and he was getting worse and worse.

Once someone said that there are such healers in the land of Ryazan. Having gone there with his retinue, he learned about the poor girl Fevronia, wise, perspicacious and humble, who agreed to cure him if the prince came to her. But on one condition - he must marry her. But, realizing that the prince is unlikely to marry someone who is not equal, she went to the trick.

A. Prostev. Meeting of Prince Peter and Fevronia

As Fevronia had assumed, the prince did not keep his word, did not marry her and went to his homeland, but only the small-pit that the girl left so that the prince could not refuse his words brought him back to her, because the body again covered with leprosy. She forgave him, they got married and returned to Murom together.

Artist Olga "Wedding of Peter and Fevronia"

Brother Paul soon died and Peter assumed the right of succession to the throne. But here the wives of the boyars rose to Fevronia, who did not want to see the first lady in the face of a commoner. They turned their husbands against her, who demanded that Peter abandon his wife or leave the city with her. Peter, faced with a choice - power or family, chose a family. Fevronia also asked the boyars for only one thing - her husband. Together they left Murom.

What God Has Connected, Let Man Not Part It: Whispering Boyars Against Fevronia

But after their expulsion, a struggle for power began in the city, many went with spears and guns at each other, then the remaining men urgently went to Peter to ask him to return and rule the city, as before. The prince returned and ruled for a long time until the time came to leave this world. Then they both decided to take monastic tonsure with the new names Euphrosyne and David, and after a while they passed away together.

A. Prostev "Autumn Leaves"

Feeling the approach of death, the couple made a joint coffin for themselves, in which there was a thin partition between their bodies. But the inhabitants decided in their own way: since Peter and Fevronia were monks, they decided to bury them separately. However, on the morning after the funeral, they were found together in the coffin that the spouses made for themselves during their lifetime.

And they died in the same day and hour

So their relics lie together today - in the convent of Murom. Many monuments have been erected in honor of the saints: Murom, Izhevsk, Omsk, Arkhangelsk, Abakan and in other cities, and the eighth of July is declared an All-Russian Day of Love.

Akhtamar (Armenian legend).
A long time ago, in time immemorial, Tsar Artashesz had a beautiful daughter named Tamar. Tamar's eyes shone like stars in the night, and her skin gleamed like snow on the mountains. Her laughter gurgled and rang like the water of a spring. The fame of her beauty went everywhere. And the king of Media sent matchmakers to the king Artashes, and the king of Syria, and many kings and princes. And Tsar Artashes began to fear that someone would come for a beautiful woman with a war or an evil vishap would kidnap the girl before he decided to whom to give his daughter to wife.
And then the king ordered to build a golden palace for his daughter on an island in the middle of Lake Van, which has long been called the "sea of ​​Nairi", so great it is. And he gave her servants only women and girls, so that no one would embarrass the beauty of the peace. But the king did not know, just as other fathers did not know before him, and other fathers after him will not know, that Tamar's heart was no longer free. And she gave him not to the king or the prince, but to the poor Azat, who had nothing in the world except beauty, strength and courage. Who remembers his name now? And Tamar managed to exchange with the young man a look and a word, an oath and a kiss.
But then the waters of Wang lay between the lovers.
Tamar knew that, by order of her father, day and night, the guards were watching to see if the boat was sailing from the coast to the forbidden island. Her lover knew this too. And one evening, wandering in anguish along the banks of the Van, he saw a distant fire on the island. Small as a spark, he trembled in the darkness, as if trying to say something. And peering into the distance, the young man whispered:
Distant bonfire, do you send me your light?
Aren't you - beauties sweet hello?
And the light, as if answering him, flashed brighter.
Then the young man understood that his beloved was calling him. If at nightfall you start swimming across the lake - not a single guard will notice the swimmer. A bonfire on the shore will serve as a beacon so as not to get lost in the dark.
And the lover threw himself into the water and swam into the distant light, to where the beautiful Tamar was waiting for him.
He swam for a long time in the cold dark waters, but the scarlet flower of fire instilled courage in his heart.
And only the bashful sister of the sun, Lusin, gazing out from behind the clouds from the dark sky, witnessed the meeting of the lovers.
They spent the night together, and in the morning the young man set off again on his way back.
So they began to meet every night. In the evening, Tamar made a fire on the shore so that her lover could see where to sail. And the light of the flame served as a talisman against the dark waters, which at night open the gates to the underground worlds inhabited by water spirits hostile to man.
Who remembers now whether the lovers managed to keep their secret for a long or short time?
But one day the king's servant saw the young man returning from the lake in the morning. His wet hair was stuck together, and water flowed from it, and his happy face seemed tired. And the servant suspected the truth.
And that evening, shortly before dusk, the servant hid behind a stone on the shore and waited. And he saw how a distant fire was lit on the island, and he heard a light splash with which a swimmer entered the water.
The servant looked out for everything and hurried to the king in the morning.
King Artashes was furiously angry. The king was angry that his daughter dared to love him, and even more angry that she fell in love not with one of the powerful kings who asked for her hand, but the poor Azat!
And the king ordered his servants to be ready by the shore with a fast boat. And when the darkness began to fall, the king's people swam to the island. When they sailed more than half of the way, a red fire flower bloomed on the island. And the king's servants leaned on the oars, hurrying.
Coming ashore, they saw the beautiful Tamar, dressed in clothes embroidered with gold, anointed with fragrant oils. From under her multi-colored cap, curls, black as agate, fell over her shoulders. The girl sat on a carpet spread on the shore and fed the fire from her hands with twigs of magic juniper. And in her smiling eyes, like in the dark waters of Van, small fires burned.
Seeing the intruders, the girl jumped to her feet in fright and exclaimed:
You servants of the father! Kill me!
I pray for one thing - do not extinguish the fire!
And the royal servants were happy to feel sorry for the beauty, but they feared the wrath of Artashes. They roughly seized the girl and dragged her away from the fire, into the golden palace. But first they let her see how the fire perished, trampled and scattered by coarse boots.
Tamar cried bitterly, breaking free from the hands of the guards, and the death of fire seemed to her the death of her beloved.
And so it was. In the middle of the way there was a young man when the light beckoning him went out. And the dark waters pulled him into the depths, filling his soul with cold and fear. Before him lay darkness and he did not know where to swim in the darkness.
He fought for a long time with the black will of the water spirits. Every time the head of the exhausted swimmer emerged from the water, his gaze with a supplication searched for a red firefly in the darkness. But he could not find, and again he swam at random, and the water spirits circled him, knocking him off the path. And finally the young man was exhausted.
"Ah, Tamar!" - he whispered, emerging from the water for the last time. Why didn't you save the fire of our love? Is it really my fate to sink into dark water, and not fall on the battlefield, as a warrior should be !? Ah, Tamar, what an unkind death it is! He wanted to say that, but he couldn't. Only one thing he had the strength to exclaim: "Ah, Tamar!"
"Ah, Tamar!" - picked up the echo - the voice of the kaji, the spirits of the wind, and carried over the waters of Van. "Ah, Tamar!"
And the tsar ordered the beautiful Tamar to be imprisoned in her palace forever.
In grief and sorrow, until the end of her days, she mourned her beloved, without removing the black scarf from her loose hair.
Many years have passed since then - everyone remembers their bitter love.
And the island on Lake Van has been called Akhtamar since then.

Oh very interesting legends and parables!

Once little Rybka heard from someone a story that there is an Ocean - a beautiful, majestic, powerful, fantastic place, and was so eager to visit there, to see everything with my own eyes, that it actually became the goal, the meaning of her life. The fish grew up, immediately set off to float, to look for that very Ocean. For a long, long time, the Fish swam, until finally, when asked: “is it far to the Ocean? "
-Fu, nonsense, - Rybka grimaced, - there is only water around me, and I'm looking for the Ocean ...
Moral: sometimes in pursuit of certain “ideals” we do not notice the obvious things !!!

And do you believe?







Believer baby: No, no! I don't know exactly what our life will look like after giving birth, but in any case, we will see our mother, and she will take care of us.
Unbelieving baby: Mom? Do you believe in mom? And where is she?
Believer baby: She is everywhere around us, we abide in her and thanks to her we move and live, without her we simply cannot exist.
Unbelieving baby: Complete nonsense! I have not seen any mother, and therefore it is obvious that she simply does not exist.
Believer baby: I can't agree with you. After all, sometimes, when everything around calms down, you can hear how she sings and feel how she strokes our world. I firmly believe that our real life will begin only after giving birth. And do you believe?

And do you believe?
In the belly of a pregnant woman, two babies are talking. One is a believer, the other is an unbeliever Unbelieving baby: Do you believe in life after childbirth?
Believer baby: Yes, of course. Everyone understands that there is life after childbirth. We are here to become strong enough and ready for what comes next.
Unbelieving baby: This is nonsense! There can be no life after childbirth! Can you imagine what such a life would look like?
Believer baby: I don't know all the details, but I believe that there will be more light there, and that maybe we will walk and eat with our mouths ourselves.
Unbelieving baby: What nonsense! It’s impossible to walk and eat with your mouth! This is generally ridiculous! We have an umbilical cord that feeds us. You know, I want to tell you: it is impossible for there to be life after childbirth, because our life - the umbilical cord - is already too short.
Believer baby: I'm sure it's possible. Everything will just be a little different. You can imagine it.
Unbelieving baby: But no one has ever returned from there! Life just ends in childbirth. And in general, life is one big suffering in the dark.

THE PRICE OF TIME
The story actually has a subtext: instead of a dad, there can be a mom, and instead of work, there is the Internet, and the telephone and…. everyone has their own!
Let's not repeat other people's mistakes
Once a man came home late from work, tired and twitchy as always, and saw that his five-year-old son was waiting for him at the door.
- Dad, can I ask you something?
- Of course, what happened?
- Dad, how much do you get?
- That is none of your business! - the father was indignant. - And then, why do you need it?
- I just want to know. Please, tell me, how much do you get per hour?
- Well, actually, 500. Why?
- Dad, - the son looked up at him with very serious eyes. - Dad, can you borrow me 300?
- You only asked so that I could give you money for some stupid toy? - he shouted. - Immediately march to your room and go to bed! .. You can't be so selfish! I work all day, I'm terribly tired, and you are behaving so stupidly.
The kid quietly went to his room and closed the door behind him. And his father continued to stand in the doorway and get angry at his son's requests. How dare he ask me about my salary, then ask for money?
But after a while he calmed down and began to reason sensibly: Maybe he really needs to buy something very important. To hell with them, with three hundred, he has never asked me for money yet. When he entered the nursery, his son was already in bed.
- Are you awake, son? - he asked.
- No, dad. I’m just lying there, ”the boy replied.
“I seem to have answered you too rudely,” said my father. - I had a tough day and I just snapped. Forgive me. Here, keep the money you asked for.
The boy sat up in bed and smiled.
- Oh, folder, thanks! he exclaimed happily.
Then he reached under the pillow and pulled out a few more crumpled banknotes. His father, seeing that the child already had money, got angry again. And the kid put all the money together and carefully counted the bills, and then looked at his father again.
- Why did you ask for money if you already have it? he grumbled.
- Because I didn't have enough. But now it’s just enough for me, ”the child replied.
- Dad, there are exactly five hundred here. Can I buy one hour of your time? Please come home early tomorrow, I want you to have dinner with us.

TO BE MOM
We were sitting at lunch when my daughter casually mentioned that she and her husband were thinking about "starting a full-fledged family."
“We're doing an opinion poll here,” she said jokingly. - Do you think I should have a baby?
“It will change your life,” I said, trying not to show my emotions in any way.
“I know,” she said. - And you can't sleep on weekends, and you can't really go on vacation.
But that was not at all what I had in mind. I looked at my daughter, trying to articulate my words more clearly. I wanted her to understand what she would not be taught in any prenatal course.
I wanted to tell her that the physical wounds from childbirth will heal very quickly, but motherhood will give her such a bleeding emotional wound that it will never heal. I wanted to warn her that henceforth she will never be able to read the newspaper without an inner question: "What if this happened to my child?" Every plane crash, every fire will haunt her. That when she looks at pictures of children dying of hunger, she will think that there is nothing worse in the world than the death of your child.
I looked at her manicured nails and stylish suit and thought that no matter how sophisticated she was, motherhood would lower her to the primitive level of a bear protecting her cub. What an alarmed cry of "Mom!" will make her leave without regret everything - from soufflé to the best crystal glass.
It seemed to me that I should warn her that no matter how many years she spent on her work, her career would be significantly affected after the birth of a child. She can hire a nanny, but one day she will go to an important business meeting, but she will think about the sweet smell of a baby's head. And it will take all her willpower not to run home just to find out that her baby is okay.
I wanted my daughter to know that the nonsense everyday problems will never again be nonsense to her. That a five-year-old boy's desire to go to the men's room at McDonald's would be a huge dilemma. That there, among the clattering trays and screaming children, the issues of independence and gender identity will rise on one side of the scale, and the fear that there, in the toilet, may be a rapist of minors - on the other.
Looking at my attractive daughter, I wanted to tell her that she can lose the weight gained during pregnancy, but she can never lose motherhood and become the same. That her life, which is so important to her now, will no longer be so important after the birth of the child. That she will forget about herself at the moment when it will be necessary to save her offspring, and that she will learn to hope for fulfillment - oh no! not your dream! - the dreams of their children.
I wanted her to know that a cesarean scar or stretch marks would be a sign of honor for her. That her relationship with her husband will change and not at all the way she thinks. I would like her to understand how much you can love a man who carefully sprinkles powder on your child and who never refuses to play with him. I think she will find out what it is like to fall in love again for a reason that now seems to her completely unromantic.
I wanted my daughter to feel that connection between all the women of the earth who tried to stop wars, crime and drunk driving.
I wanted to describe to my daughter the thrill that overwhelms a mother when she sees her child learn to ride a bike. I wanted to capture for her the laughter of a toddler as he touches the soft fur of a puppy or kitten for the first time. I wanted her to feel joy so overwhelming that it can hurt.
My daughter's surprised look made me realize that tears were welling up in my eyes.
“You will never regret it,” I said finally. Then I reached across the table to her, squeezed her hand and mentally prayed for her, for myself and for all mortal women who devote themselves to this most wonderful of callings.

Love in the fullest and highest sense of the word is one of the most incomprehensible mysteries of the universe. How and where does it come from? What for? Where and why does it disappear? How is she alive when lovers are separated for a long time? For centuries, historians and writers, musicians and artists, psychologists and physiologists have been trying to explain love or find the keys to this multifaceted state of living beings. But the mystery of true love has not yet been revealed, for many conclusions and explanations work only within the framework of one of its facets or hypostases. Figuratively speaking, love is like an organism, the components of which are together alive, and individually dead. Love will always be more than anything we want and try to say about it. We have not yet been able to comprehend the nature of love (do not believe someone who claims the opposite!), But we can experience its power, bow before its greatness, and we can touch its secret in a book, music, on the artist's canvas.

Love and Eternity

Long, very long time ago there was an island on which all human feelings lived: Joy, Sadness, Cognition ... And along with other Feelings lived Love.

One day, rumors reached the Senses that their island would soon sink. So everyone prepared their boats and left the island. Only Love waited until the last moment. And when the island began to sink, Love began to ask for help.

The Security sailed past her on her expensive ship. Love asked:
- Security, could you take me with you?
- No I can not. My ship is full of gold and silver. There is no room for you here.
Then Love asked Pride, who was sailing by on an impressive boat:
- Pride, I beg you, maybe you could take me with you?
- Love, I cannot take you, - answered Pride, - everything is so perfect here, and you can only ruin my boat.
Now Love turned to Sadness, which was just floating by:
- Sweetheart Sadness, I beg you, take me with you.
- Oh Love, - answered Sadness, - I am so sad that I have to be alone.
Love and Joy floated by, but she was so pleased that she did not even hear when Love called her.
Suddenly a voice was heard:
- Come, Love, I'll take you with me.

It was Eternity, but Love was so grateful and happy that she even forgot to ask the name of her savior. When they reached the shore, Eternity sailed on. Love realized that it remained in debt to her, so she asked Knowledge:
- Tell me, Knowledge, who helped me?
“It was Eternity,” Cognition answered.
- Eternity? - asked Love, - Why did she help me?
And Knowledge answered:
- Only She can understand how important Love is in life.

Once upon a time in the far corner of the Earth
All human feelings are near
Gathered and hid in the shadows
So as not to melt under the scorching sun.

BOREDOM yawned for the third time
LAZY dozed off, overcame in the sun,
Then MADNESS finished the story,
And I decided to offer to play hide and seek.

ENTHUSIASM JOY swirled
In a merry dance, euphoria sang,
And only cowardice did not let go of Fear,
No matter how something bad happens.

APATIA decided not to rush -
Meeting with friends was a burden to her,
And PRIDE, without explaining anything,
I went for a walk in the garden with myself.

AND THE TRUTH, knowing that to find her -
Only a question of time, I left with a bow,
And that's when all the extra ones left,
The MADNESS bill went to a million.

LAZY lurked behind the first stone,
And FAITH ascended to heaven,
ENVY found TRIUMPH penumbra,
And as usual she hid there.

NOBILITY was tossed about in the fields,
To find places for everyone around:
"I will give the surface of the lake to BEAUTY,
I will find where to hide, and BEAUTY is my friend.

I will give in to FREEDOM the free wind,
For JOY I will catch a butterfly,
I will share the cave with FEAR,
I myself will quietly hide behind a ray.

A LIE hid in the depths of the seas
Although in fact I was in the rainbow,
And EGOISM found where it was warmer,
And he didn't call anyone with me.

DESIRE and PASSION sit on fire
FORGETTING is lost again,
DOUBT everything will not be solved where,
Stay for her, in the forests or in the mountains.

LOVE was looking for the ideal everywhere,
But only a rose bush with difficulty found,
And MADNESS is already shouting: “Final!
That's all, a million, I'm going to look for you all! "

And she found everyone: in heaven, on earth,
In the mountains, forests, at the depths of the seas,
Only love cannot be found anywhere
Suddenly he hears a scream and not him soon

She runs and sees everyone in tears
SADNESS and SADNESS froze not breathing,
The thorns hurt LOVE, she is blind
AND MADNESS quietly approached her.

“The game was a fatal mistake,
And only I am guilty before you
But henceforth I will be a faithful servant,
And I will replace your eyes.

I will lead you by the hand
Connect people's hearts everywhere,
"Love is blind" - everyone will say
"Love is insane" - add immediately.

Going on a trip, we choose the direction for a long time and carefully think over the route. On the eve of Valentine's Day, we offer you to choose one of seven places, a visit to which will be the most romantic moment in your life.

In the Asian part of Istanbul, on a small island of the Bosphorus Strait in the Uskudar region, there is one of the symbols of ancient Constantinople - the Leandra Tower (also called the Maiden Tower). According to one of the versions, it is believed that the tower was built by the Athenian commander Alcibiades to control the Persian ships, and according to another, that it arose during the reign of Emperor Constantine the Great.

Many famous works are dedicated to this, already cult, turret. One of the myths says: in the most ancient times, a young man named Leander fell in love with the priestess of the goddess Aphrodite, Hero, who lived in the Maiden Tower (Kiz Kulesi). Every night, the lover swam to his Hero, and the torch, which the girl lit, served as a reference point for him. Once the fire went out and the unfortunate Leander, wandering in search of the home of his beloved, drowned. Only in the morning the waves brought this terrible news to Gero. Her heart could not stand the grief, and the girl in despair threw herself into the waters of the Bosphorus, wanting to meet her lover as soon as possible.

This quiet city in northeastern Italy has long been a must-visit for almost every couple. And this is not surprising, because it is here that you can find the house of the 13th century, in which, according to legend, Juliet lived.

Once this five-story mansion, built near Piazza Erbe, belonged to the Dal Capello family, which became the prototype of the Capulet. At the end of the 17th century, the mansion was sold to the Rizzardi family and began to serve as an inn. However, the Capello family coat of arms - a marble hat - still adorns the arch leading to the courtyard.

Juliet's house gained real popularity after the release in 1930 of a feature film about lovers from Verona. In 1972, a statue of Juliet was installed in the courtyard with a balcony, under which Romeo confessed his love to his beloved. There is a tradition: if you write a letter to a Shakespearean heroine, then true love will surely find a sender. There is another piquant custom: it is believed that touching the chest of a bronze Juliet brings happiness.

Even if you meet this Valentine's Day alone, do not despair. Go on a trip to beautiful Italy alone! Visit Juliet's, write a letter with a cherished desire and taste the most delicious pasta ever in one of the local trattorias.

Who among us does not know the touching story of a young girl who was ready to give her life for the sake of meeting her lover? Of course, this is the Little Mermaid. The monument to her in the capital of Denmark has been one of the main symbols of the city for almost a hundred years.

The sad tale of true devotion and love that does not require anything in return still inspires many to romantic deeds and exploits in the name of high feelings. In love with the handsome prince, the little Mermaid, without a moment's hesitation, gives the witch her voice in order to get legs in exchange for the tail and be able to spend only a few days on land with her prince and try to charm him. But, as often happens, the young man falls in love with another, dooming the Little Mermaid to death. She refuses a new deal with the witch, who invites her to save her life and kill her lover with her own hands. Of course, love wins. But the end of this story is sad: the girl throws herself into the sea and turns into sea foam.

Not far from Vilnius, in the “lake town” of Trakai, the former residence of the Lithuanian princes, there is the largest surviving ancient castles in the country (XIV-XV centuries). This place, sung in many poems and poems, is capable of conquering everyone with its grandeur and beauty, it is shrouded in legends and secrets, and the waters surrounding the castle still keep the images of noble people who lived in it.

Locals say that this fortress on the water did not appear at all for defense - it was erected at the request of a woman. Biruta, the wife of the Trakai and Samogit prince Kestutis, did not like living in Old Trakai, which she never tired of telling her husband. Compared to her native Palanga, there were too few reservoirs and not as beautiful as in her native places. In order to please his beloved woman, the prince at the beginning of the XIV century began building a castle on an island surrounded by lakes.

Come here for inspiration, stroll through the intricate corridors and admire the graceful frescoes - Trakai Castle will impress you.

This bridge is one of the oldest and most iconic in St. Petersburg. How many legends have developed around this place - and not to count!

Built in the 18th century by the merchant Potseluev, who owned the nearby Kiss drinking establishment, the bridge eventually turned into one of the most romantic places in the city. And no wonder. They say that it was in the 18th century, when the city's borders reached only the Moika River, that it served as a place of meeting and farewell to the residents, who for various reasons had to leave the city. In addition, it is believed that the Kiseluev bridge is named so because it leads directly to the gates of the Guards naval crew, and it was on it that their girlfriends said goodbye to the sailors who went to sea for several months or even years. In addition, the ancient legend has survived that in the good old days, lovers met on the bridge, who for some reason had to hide their feelings.

Be that as it may, it does not matter at all which of the stories actually turns out to be true, because the city itself and the Kisses Bridge, from which the most beautiful view of St. Isaac's Cathedral opens up, are worthy of you to come to St. Petersburg for at least a couple of days. ...

In ancient times, a couple in love lived in the mountains of Abkhazia. Amra was so beautiful that legends were made about her beauty, and the mermaids in the mountain waters envied her. Akhra was a brave and courageous young man who was madly in love with Amru.

Once an evil mermaid, by deceit, assuming the image of a young man, lured the girl into her arms and tried to throw the unfortunate woman off the cliff. Amra prayed for mercy, and tears streaming from her eyes like a river fell into the river water. The god of water was angry with the mermaid, who tried to take the life of an innocent person, and turned her to stone, but Amra turned around with her, never being able to escape from her hands. Akhra, who went hunting, suddenly felt the strongest pain in his heart and realized that his beloved was in trouble. From helplessness, he shed a tear, knowing that he would no longer save his beloved. Since then, in the places where the tears of two lovers separated by fate fell to the ground, streams of crystal clear water have flowed from the mountains.

If you decide to go on a trip to Abkhazia, be sure to stop by to look at the waterfalls of Men's Tears and Women's Tears, which are located very close to Lake Ritsa. There is also a legend that the Waterfall of Women's Tears grants wishes: all the trees surrounding the waterfall are hung with shreds and ribbons with cherished wishes written on them.

A truly fabulous place is located 20 kilometers from Novorossiysk - the emerald-blue Abrau Lake, surrounded by mighty mountain ranges.

The exciting legend about the love and friendship of the shepherd Durso and the beautiful daughter of a rich man from Abrau, who was against this connection, is passed down from generation to generation. One day the girl's wealthy family had a feast, and, for fun, the guests began tossing bread cakes into the sky. Seeing this, Allah was angry with the inhabitants for the desecration of bread and opened the ground under the feet of the celebrants. In the place where the rich feasted, a huge lake formed. And it so happened that the beauty from Abrau was with her beloved in Dyurso, and heavenly punishment did not befall her. Returning home and finding a picturesque lake on the site of the aul, the girl threw herself out of grief and despair into its waters, which carried her to her lover, back to Dyurso.

They say that if you look closely at the smooth surface of the water, you can see the trail left by the girl in love - the lunar path.