Russian Christmas

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Russian Christmas

Russian Christmas

RUSSIAN CHRISTMAS POEMBOGORODITSE DEVOBogoroditse Devo, raduysia,Blagodatnaya Mariye,Ghospod s'Toboyu.Blagoslovenna Ti v'zhenah, i blagoslovenPlod chreva Tvoyego,yako Spasa rodila, yesi dush nashih.

In Russia Christmas was not able to be publicly celebrated during much of the 20th century. In addition, many Russians identify themselves as atheists, so religious observance of Christmas has faded out of fashion. However, more and more Russians are returning to religion and therefore the number of people celebrating Christmas as a religious holiday continues to grow. A Christmas church service, which happens the night of Christmas Eve, is attended by members of the Orthodox church. The russian Santa Clause is named Ded Moroz, or Father Frost. "Mrs. Clause" in Russia is Snequrichka the Snow Maiden. He brings presents to children to place under the New Year's tree. He carries a staff wears a Valenki and is carried across russioa in a Troika.

Babousckaa russain christmas storyIf you were a Russian child you would not watch to see Santa Klaus come down the chimney; but you would stand by the windows to catch a peep at poor Babouscka as she hurries by.Who is Babouscka? Is she Santa Klaus' wife?No, indeed. She is only a poor little crooked wrinkled old woman, who comes at Christmas time into everybody's house, who peeps into every cradle, turns back every coverlid, drops a tear on the baby's white pillow, and goes away very, very sorrowful.And not only at Christmas time, but through all the cold winter, and especially in March, when the wind blows loud, and whistles and howls and dies away like a sigh, the Russian children hear the rustling step of the Babouscka. She is always in a hurry. One hears her running fast along the crowded streets and over the quiet country fields. She seems to be out of breath and tired, yet she hurries on.Whom is she trying to overtake?She scarcely looks at the little children as they press their rosy faces against the window pane and whisper to each other, "Is the Babouscka looking for us?"No, she will not stop; only on Christmas eve will she come up-stairs into the nursery and give each little one a present. You must not think she leaves handsome gifts such as Santa Klaus brings for you. She does not bring bicycles to the boys or French dolls to the girls. She does not come in a gay little sleigh drawn by reindeer, but hobbling along on foot, and she leans on a crutch. She has her old apron filled with candy and cheap toys, and the children all love her dearly. They watch to see her come, and when one hears a rustling, he cries, "Lo! the Babouscka!" then all others look, but one must turn one's head very quickly or she vanishes. I never saw her myself.Best of all, she loves little babies, and often, when the tired mothers sleep, she bends over their cradles, puts her brown, wrinkled face close down to the pillow and looks very sharply.

Russian Tea CakesIngredients1 cup butter, softened1/2 cup powdered sugar2 teaspoons vanilla2 cups all-purpose flour1/4 teaspoon salt1 cup pecans, choppedpowdered sugarDirections:1Blend softened butter with powdered sugar. Add vanilla.2Mix in salt, flour and chopped pecans.3Form dough into 1 inch balls or flattened cookies and place on an ungreased cookie sheet.4Bake in a 325 degree oven for 20 minutes. While hot roll in powdered sugar. Let cool and roll again in powdered sugar.


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