As soon as a newborn child learns a little bit to eat and breathe, it shows one more capacity - the ability to play. So actually, the baby has during such time only two states: the state of sleep and the state of the play.
What happens in the soul of a newborn? Why is he crying when a stranger tries to entertain him, and if the same does father or mother, he breaks into a happy laugh?
Grandma and Grandpa, who are closing their own life circle, play with a grandson/granddaughter, not less sincere, indulging themselves and just laugh as the baby does. Frail elderly, as they say, "fall back into childhood," becoming naive as children. Such naiveté sometimes comes before the physical decrepitude. That's fun of infancy brightens simultaneously and the sunset days of the elderly.
Grandma, shaking the cradle, sings a lullaby. The old woman falls asleep and stops singing. But the song does not subside, it continues to be sung (only without words) by a child, and his rhythmic bellowing lasts as long as the old woman wakes up again.
The play of an old man and the baby was dependent on the characteristics of both, but there were traditional games in most northern villages.
It is impossible to tell about all these games. A rabbit's tail, light, white, and fluffy, suspended on a string in front of the cradle, instantly becomes the game's object. Grandpa blows air on it or jerks. The grandson catches it.
Two beaten-up outstretched fingers with rhymes: "The goat-thorn comes in and whom she forgets?" Swaying, approaching the child's stomach, they really looked like horns. The fingers will disappear and appear again, bringing a child into raptures. Countless clapping like» Pat-a-cake," "a magpie cooked porridge," rhymes, fingerplays were the life of the baby during his waking hours. If he had not, for some reason, a participant, he played by himself, becoming too introspective and developing excessive contemplation.
But in a big family, the child was rarely left alone. Everybody played with the baby. For the older children to communicate with the baby. The baby wakes up to play, plays (lives) to become tired and goes to sleep again. Even feeding the baby is nothing but a game. The older a child becomes, the more he plays complex games, and his life quickly bifurcates.
The growing up stage can be called the disappearance of unconscious playfulness.
Personality is formed strongly on the crest of this duality: a quite tragic period. However, which period in human life is not dramatic? This inevitable tragedy was evident even in lullabies: -
"Tsyba-goat Tearful eyes,
Where have you been? –
I herded horses. –
And the horses are where now? –
Nikolashka led them away. –
And Nikolashka is where? –
To the cage, he went. –
And the cage is where? –
It is crumpled by water. –
And water is where? –
Bulls drank it up. –
And the bulls are where? –
To the mountains, they are gone."
Perhaps even to the singer seemed that all of this will be no end. –
"And the mountains are where? –
Worms have eaten up. –
And the worms are where? –
Geese gouged out. –
And the geese are where? –
To the reed gone away. –
And the reed is where? –
Girls, it mowed. –
And the girls- are where? –
They got married away. –
And husbands are where? –
All have died."
And the child looks with fear at grandfather or grandmother. And suddenly it appears that people died, but not all that's left is Stephan, who ... Here begins a new song, a new game, a new mood.
But you cannot stay forever in infancy. When the real-life responsibilities begin to displace games and fantasy, a man with talent will not fail to bring creativity to work-life… And then the duties of life are no longer an annoying burden.
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