- Listen to the poem and tell me what kind of holiday we will talk to broke.God is risen and conquered death, Listen to grant, the first red egg. In the dawn mist melted valley Above the clouds golden cross. Came to the king, Mary Magdalene, Brought tidings: "Jesus Christ is risen!" - No, woman, I do not believe you! Fantasy and fiction is a measure - Thought revived imperious face. - As I do not believe that a white egg, Thou hast brought me a gift, Suddenly turns red, Break out like fire! King paused, but with these words Glow spilled over their heads, Hesitating and slowed breathing, It seemed that the music sounds somewhere. Eggs touched the warm rays, It lit up the rays, fluttered And, like the Blood of Christ, became scarlet!What prompted you to answer? WHАT?