The Legend of the Bee and of the Spider

Once upon a time there was a woman and she had two children: a boy and a girl. They set out for the world to earn their living. The boy became an apprentice at a cloth weaver and the girl carried stones for a waller. When she felt her end was near the mother called her children by her side. The girl came immediately but the boy didn’t want to. His mother forgave him but, after her death, the girl turned into a bee and the boy into a spider. The spider has lived alone ever since, without any brothers and sisters, without parents. He hides from light and forever weaves his web in dark corners. He is sad and people always tear his web and kill him. Where as the bee is happy all day long, flying from flower to flower and lives with her huge family, brothers and sisters together in a hive.

 Everybody loves her because she is industrious and her honey is sweet and healing and we all benefit from her work.

Told by Cătălin – the 3rd class D


published by teacher Ana Tudor from"Liviu Rebreanu" School, Mioveni town, Arges county, Romania

The Master builder Manole

      In Romanian mythology, Meşterul Manole (roughly: The master builder Manole) was the chief architect of the Curtea de Argeş Monastery in Wallachia. The myth of the cathedral's construction is expressed in the folk poem Monastirea Argeşului ("The Monastery on the Argeş River").

In the myth, the monastery's walls kept tumbling during the construction, which caused Manole to pray to God for help, in order to continue his work. His plea resulted in a vision telling Manole that the only way he could finish the building was to sacrifice his own wife, Ana (in full Ana lui Manole - Ana, Manole's woman), by walling her inside.

A well-known fragment of the poem depicts the struggle the oblivious Ana took in order to reach the construction site. A devoted wife, she aimed to show up in time with her husband's meal. Manole would have been watching her from atop the walls, begging God to present her with all possible challenges. While God paradoxically listened, and unleashed all sorts of small-scale disasters, Ana kept on walking.

After the building was finished, Manole and his fellow workers were stranded on the roof of their own creation by the ruler Negru Vodă, who commissioned the cathedral. This figure appears to be a fusion the mythical Radu Negru and Neagoe Basarab, the actual builder of the church. The account states that the Prince was jealous at the thought that the magnificence of the building might have been surpassed as long as the architect was still alive.

The action forced Manole and his team to build themselves wings out of shingles (the only material available to them) and attempt to fly off to safety. They all failed, but Manole flew the furthest, crashing on a spot that was caused to burst water (the fountain on one side of the church).

Told by Otilia - the 5th C class


published by Mariana Radulescu, Scoala "Liviu Rebreanu" Mioveni, Arges, Romania


The Old Dochia - doc.


Primary School of Rionero in Vulture

About the name of our country

No one knows the precise origin of this name is supposed to derive from the name "Rivus Niger (black creek)  that stream from the church of Sant'Antonio Abate-out of the village - throw down in fiumara of Atella. The waters of this stream were of a color almost black, because they reflect the surrounding vegetation and that passed between the lands Pozzolanic black.But a legend says: 

One day of autumn, on the banks of the river a peasant taking Arava aggiogati his plow an ox and a whiteblack. Since the latter did not follow the work more patiently, the peasant encouraging  it with stimulantseems to have said: "Ar niur" (Ara nigro). Hence the name of the place.

It will be a legend, but it is certain that even today in the dialect rionerese we say "Ar niur" talking about Rionero , "the ar niur" of peasant.

The legend of the chrysanthemum

It's habit on the day of All Saints and All Deaths to give chrysanthemums to own dead. According to the legend seems that this tradition has originated from the following episode:

There was once a girl who had the mother very sick. Every day  prayed to the Virgin Mary, so that her mother would  not die  and gave a flower to  Virgin.
One day the girl fell asleep and made a dream. She imagined that the statue of the Madonna  looked her with eyes full of compassion:
- Poor girl-, said Madonna. - Your mother has only a few days to live. So much as there are petals of the flower that you want to offer me-
The girl awoke and, crying, watched the petals of the flower. There were only five petals. The mother would be lived for only five more days.
Desperate taken the petals of the flower and began to divide them into many thin strips until the flower became a big flower with many petals, which could not count how many more were
The Madonna, confident prayer for the girl, did heal the sick mother
Since then, the chrysanthemum, which originally had only a few petals, became a big flower of one hundred and one hundred thin petals that wanted to recall the prayer of naive girl and the infinite goodness of the Virgin.

A legend for Christmas

The Virgin breastfeed her child and had so much milk that when Jesus stopped stern, often milk continued to flow. Happened one day that, for distraction of the Virgin, a drop fell on the ground. A swallow, the more hungry the other took the drop of milk in its beak and was about to swallow. But he look back and decided to deliver it to the Lord God, to which the drop belonged.The Lord thanked the swallow. Then blowed uphis handand threw the drop in the sky.The dropformed a big white stripe. And the white stripe continued, following the travel of the drop, the whole winter. It was like a river of milk, made up of endless drops, which gets the stars. Along this river, that joins the earth to heaven, walking the souls of the dead to heaven.

On the eve of Christmas, each board is equipment with nine courses, as there are, according to legend, the homes to which knocked Madonna before finding asylum.

Ciccio da Viggiano


In the pover hut reigned the most gloomy. The father was dead, poverty and hunger oppressed his two daughter: Frungillo and Menicuzzo, remained alone with her mother. "As you do, now?" The woman askedall disconsolate . And the two children, not knowing what to answer, went to sit on the threshold and, to trick the hungry, dreaming wheelbarrows full of gold,of steaming potatoes, a mountain of pecorino cheese... A day,came an old lean and dry, whichhada guitarandaflauto.He also had a sack on his shoulders swollen that children looked full of hope. "I am Ciccio, a friend of your poor father," said this strange character 'and I come from Viggiano, country music. These two instruments were given to me by your father when, enrichedhe bought this houseto get married.Now I have done a nice hoard and I can help you. " So saying,took away from the baga large loaf-shaped bun garnished with boiled eggs and placed in the womb to the woman, who looked at him with eyes shining with emotion and gratitude for this unexpected generosity. Finally someone thought to her children! Then the man began to sound cheerful ariette popular. The boys, who had already moved towards the bread,fixed him assets, enchanted. " Just real Lucani, soaked to the bone music," said the happy man. "I give you these tools and teach you to play. Turn you to the world, giving with the songs a little 'peace and joy to men, tired of work and toil, they will not be stingy with you and will return in the welfare hut, your mother will not miss more than anything. .. . The man went away. The woman set about to break bread, and finally his face was illuminated by hope.

Istituto comprensivo Maria Grazia Cutuli 

Donna Candia


When the coasts of Calabria were looted by pirates near Catanzaro Ship Saracen approdò one but wore the insignia of Amalfi. Even pirates had disguised, so as to deceive anyone. The locals ran to see and someone asked Where seamen. 'Di Amalfi "said one. "We have come to bring fabrics for your women and especially for women Candia, who will appreciate the most of all. Run in Catanzaro and avvertitela. "Donna Candia, who was the most beautiful girl in Calabria, was notified and went to see the fabric of fake amalfitani. But once on board, and looked and chose not noticed that the ship had sailed and the wind carried the increasingly distant. When they were at sea, however, realized that they had deceived and kidnapped. Stir the scimitar in the nose, the captain said to her that she was destined all'harem the sultan, so much worth to resign. "My father is rich, and wonder if you pay a ransom good" said Donna Candia, and the captain did not answer no. So, just passed a ship Christian approach and the girl recommended to the sailors to tell his father that we wanted to redeem three lions, three hawks and three columns of gold. When you knew, his father was desperate: it was an impossible ransom, it could not pay. Donna Candia then sent to tell her husband to pay a ransom so and so, but even he knew how to obtain it. And finally felt were his three brothers, that there Stetter to think about: they cover their golden swords and then, with a fast boat, reached the pirate ship. Came on board and the captain said: "We have come to redeem our sister! You wanted three lions? Here we are, us and you notice when you Sbrana. You wanted three hawks? We always us who fly over the sea to save Donna Candia. And as the three columns of gold, here. "The showed the three swords, and a moment after infilzando were gutted here and there, until all the crewmembers were not dead fences. Then Donna Candia reported in Catanzaro, and the story is over

The plant mutilated

Calabrian tell the singers that there was a time in which remote screw was a simple ornamental plant not produced flowers or fruits or even less.
It was the spring and the farmer decided to cut it: "This plant gives the shadow sown" said "the smallest reduction that is possible."
That had into the peasant pruned so vigorously that the green plant that were not a few bare branches and courts.
The vine wept and a nightingale took pity on her: "Do not cry 'he said' I sing for you, and the stars are moved to compassion."
Flew on the poor classes trunks, there are seized with Zampetti and, come the night, began to sing softly so that the screw gradually felt reborn.
For ten nights, notes trillanti went to the stars, until they commossero down and did some 'of their strength on the poor plant mutilated.
Then the screw itself felt in a scroll new sap; its nodes are inflated, its buds were opened. The first pàmpini green fremettero the breeze, and light green curls, the Viticcio, is stretched to wind round as a gentle caress around zampino dell'Uccellino.
When the nightingale flew away, already the berries first began to scrape dorarsi at dawn.
The lives had become a fruitful plant. And that plant! Its fruit possessed the power of stars, the sweetness of dell'usignolo hand, the luminous joy of summer nights.
If you go in Calabria, you'll see these plants: low strain with a large flower branches tangle of land, rich green shoots pàmpini.

The vessel carrying grain

And many many years ago, at Castellammare di Stabia there was a terrible famine. The inhabitants, desperate, prayed their patron, Saint Catello, to help in some way. It was in those days, a vessel carrying grain was to sail slowly off the coast of bells, bound for the Spanish markets. "A boat in sight!" Cried a sailor suddenly the lookout. On a boat, which was approaching the ship, there was only one old man from 'aspect that venerable churches to speak to the captain. It was conducted in his presence. "Bring your grain in Castellammare di Stabia" advised the 'beyond the sell very well. As a pledge, I leave you this. " It gave him a ring with a beautiful diamond and away shortly thereafter.
The captain came to follow the advice of the unknown considering that if he could really sell the grain at Castellammare, was shortened by far the journey.
A Castellammare was welcomed as a savior and his grain was purchased all 'moment by the people.
Lieto good business concluded, the captain described the figure to all of that old 'he advised. He wanted to go and thank him and return the 'ring.
No one knew anything. Finally a live exclaimed: "But the description seems Catello san, our patron saint! Come and see! "Then the captain was carried to church in front of the statue of the saint bishop. "But it is him!" Shouted the captain surprised. "The missing link in the bishop ..." said someone.
"It is perhaps this? It was given to me. "
And the merchant, heartfelt, rimise the finger of the saint 's ring that had been pledged.
San Catello had saved his city from famine and avoid hunger and misery with a simple and wonderful miracle.
The legend of Colapesce