Dragon Facts

The knight carefully made his way through the dense forest. According to the map, a little more, and he will come out directly to the cave of the moon dragon. It was a very unusual lizard. While all his relatives flew only during the day, since the sun gave them strength, the lunar one rose into the air at night. Therefore, people decided that the dragon receives energy from the moon and was nicknamed accordingly. The inhabitants of the nearby town were even proud that their dragon was not the same as everywhere else. This, however, did not prevent them from dreaming of liberation from such a neighborhood.
Lance walked very slowly, trying not to step on any fragile branch once again. He knew full well how sharp the hearing of dragons was.
Here it is, the cave. Strange, but the dragon did not at all make secrets from the location of his dwelling. While Lance saw the lizard, he was just admiring the moonlight on a very beautiful shield made of an incomprehensible shiny material. Like all dragons, he was an avid collector. But he collected not only gold, but everything that he liked.
Lance came closer and with a loud voice, as he had done more than once, challenged the dragon to fight. No attention.
The call sounded again. Same result.
"Is he deaf?" Lance thought angrily. As he got closer, he literally screamed.
“I, Lance, the dragon hunter, challenge you to a fight. And I'll make you hear, scaly creature!
“I can hear you perfectly,” came the reply. The dragon's voice was soft. “But for a moment it seemed to me that if I did not pay attention, you might disappear, turn out to be just a hallucination. What do you think?
Lance was taken aback. Never had he met a stranger dragon. All his logic, based on his life experience, told him that dragons should rush into battle at the first call. It should be so, because ... Yes, simply because it cannot be otherwise.
The dragon turned its green muzzle towards the knight and huge, equally green eyes looked at Lance. They had no rage. Only understanding and some kind of quiet sadness.
-I've come to fight you! Lance said, more uncertain than before.
-Why? – followed question.
-Because it's my duty to protect people from people like you.
-What kind? - in the voice of the dragon and in his eyes showed sincere curiosity.
-Dragons. You and we humans cannot live in the same world. Someone has to leave.
- For the first time I meet such a smart and honest dragon slayer. If you knew how tired I am of the eternal nonsense about goodness and justice, for the sake of which I, in fact, should be destroyed.
- There was someone before me.
-Their bones are in the corner of the cave. Just like weapons. You can see. Suddenly, something pops up.

It's very easy to be on good terms with someone you can't reach.
From the cave came a loud roar, now and then turning into a piercing squeal. The knight stopped at the entrance and called uncertainly:
"Hey dragon, are you there?" Come out!
“Right now, just a minute,” they called from the cave. Something rumbled, someone howled indignantly, and then the dragon itself appeared.
The knight's horse lost his nerve and lost consciousness. The knight backed away and said "Ouch!" The townspeople unanimously claimed that the monster that kidnapped the princess was ten fathoms long. And the dragon turned out to be much larger; he climbed and climbed, and did not end in any way.
- What do you want? the dragon asked rather unkindly.
- I'm ... after the princess ... is she with you?
“For the princess, then?” Yes. Wait here.
The dragon crawled into the cave, and a minute later dragged the princess out.
- Come on, take it.
- She's mine-ah-ah-ah! howled in the cave. - I found her!
- Shut up, little snake! the dragon barked menacingly over his shoulder. “Did I tell you not to bring any living creatures into the house?” You see, she found her owner. And you already have a whole aquarium of crocodiles, nowhere to go.
He turned to the knight and shrugged awkwardly.
- A child, what will you take from him. Either he will pick up a cat on the street, then a sheep. Now here's the princess dragged. And I'm allergic to princesses!
And he sneezed loudly into an asbestos handkerchief.
Peter Bormor. "Mnogobukaf. Book for.

Friendship with a dragon Parables by Anthony de Mello.

One man came to see a psychiatrist and said that every night a huge three-headed dragon came to him. The patient was so frightened that he could not sleep at night and was on the verge of a nervous breakdown. He even started contemplating su***de.

“I think I can help you,” said the psychiatrist, “but I must warn you that the treatment will take a year or two, and it will cost three thousand dollars.

“Three thousand dollars!” exclaimed the visitor. Forget everything I told you here! For that amount, I'd rather go home and befriend a dragon.

Chinese dragon story

In one Chinese province lived a Dragon. People every month had to pay the Dragon an unbearable tribute and give the most beautiful girl. But worthy brave men also lived in the province, who broke into the Dragon's palace and fought with him. Many young men tried to fight the Dragon in his palace, but ... every time a herald came out onto the balcony of the palace and proclaimed: "The dragon is alive! The Dragon has won!" A lot of time has passed... Another daredevil has been found. When his beloved girl was taken to the Dragon, he took the sword and went to the palace. Opening the gate, he entered a huge hall. In the middle stood a throne, on it lay... an old and decrepit Dragon. The young man poked him with his sword a couple of times - the Dragon died. The young man went along the long corridors of the palace to look for a bride... Countless chests full of gold and jewels stood along the walls... As the young man moved along the corridors of the palace and marveled at the wealth that now rightfully belonged to him, he began to enjoy the splendor and beauty diamonds, his tail, claws, fangs, scales grew ... The young man put his hands into the mountains of gold and could not tear himself away. At the end of the corridor, the door to the balcony opened, a crowd of people stood below ... The herald announced (as usual): "The dragon is alive! The dragon has won!" The young man was surprised and began to convince the herald, they say, the Dragon is defeated and lies pierced by a sword ... The herald only pointed to the mirror. The young man turned to the mirror and saw how his eyes, admiring the brilliance of stones and gold, were filled with blood, his face became furious, and his hands became webbed ... On the balcony stood a young, hungry and ferocious Dragon ....

Parable of the Dragon and the Warrior

..far, far beyond the mountains there is a sea. Deep, deep at the bottom of the sea lies an old Dragon. No one knows how long he has been lying there, no one knows how old he is.

But over time, his eyes do not grow dim and his mind does not grow cloudy, the grip of the claws does not weaken and the armor does not become thinner. He lies coiled around the largest and most beautiful pearl, guarding it from greedy gazes.

And every spring there is some young and brave warrior who comes to the seashore to fight the Dragon and bring a pearl to the World. But no matter how loudly he calls the dragon to a duel, no matter how loudly he swings his sword and rattles his armor, the surface of the sea remains unperturbed. And the warrior leaves, having achieved nothing and telling everyone about his courage and cowardice of the Dragon.

.. far, far beyond the mountains there is a sea. And on the seashore stands a lonely rock. And on that rock ledge. And for many years now an old warrior has been sitting on that ledge. His leather armor has long decayed, his sword has grown into stone, and his battle ax has eaten away rust. He is waiting...

And only once a year, at sunset, the water boils on the surface of the sea, and the Dragon rises from its bottom to show the pearl to the World and admire its beauty in the rays of the setting sun. And then the old warrior smiles...

The dragon is the oldest symbol that we meet in almost all mythologies. It symbolizes the mysteries of life, in which good and evil, life and death, eternal and transient are intertwined. Its symbolism is ambivalent: it can be solar and lunar, male and female, good and evil.

Combining in its appearance the features of different animals - the wings of a bird, the paws of a tiger, the neck of a snake, the horns of a deer, the dragon symbolizes the unity of the four elements. He lives in the bowels of the earth or the depths of the waters, flies through the air and spews fire. But more often the dragon is depicted as a combination of a bird and a snake, heavenly and earthly.

Myths about the struggle of a hero or a god with a dragon are cosmogonic myths that tell about the creation of the cosmos from chaos - an undivided, undifferentiated state, embodied in the form of monsters, most often dragon-like (Tiamat, Leviathan, Apep, Typhon, Python). "Saviors", solar heroes of all nations, are depicted as stepping on the head of a snake or dragon or piercing a monster with their inherent weapons of power, thereby symbolizing the victory of the immortal spirit over matter: Krishna crushes the seven-headed serpent Kalinaga, Horus pierces the head of Apep, Scandinavian Thor breaks the snake's skull with his cruciform hammer, and Apollo pierces Python. Apollo pierces Python.

The dragon, the primordial being of Chaos, then turns into the Belt of the World, serving as a support for the world and supporting the world. Such is the World Serpent Jörmungand of Scandinavian myths and the Indian Serpent Shesha.

Pitahaya or dragon fruit - all you need to know
Exotic dragon fruit from Thailand is a rare guest in Russian supermarkets. This mysterious hot pink fruit has many unusual names:
Pitahaya;
Pitaya;
dragon heart;
dragon eye;
The Dragon;
prickly pear;
Dragonfruit;
Kaumangkon.
There are legends about its origin, and it blooms exclusively at night, as it should be for a plant from ancient fairy tales.
Legend
According to ancient legends, it was the sweet taste of the dragon fruit, which the ancient wars loved so much, that killed the beautiful fire-breathing creatures. No wonder the peel of this fruit resembles dragon scales, because pitahaya is the real heart of a dragon, which could only be obtained by killing it.
So people fought with these giants for the sake of the desired delicacy, until they were all exterminated. The monsters died out, leaving behind amazing fruits that have taken root in Thailand and now grow on their own.

By the way, the same legends assure that a person who has eaten pitaya becomes bolder and more courageous.