K.V. Lukashevich
She appeared muffled, white, cold.
- Who are you? the children asked.
- I - the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother will come - Santa Claus and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start acting naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! the children said.
- Wait, children ... But then I will give you skiing from the mountains, skates and sledges. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a cheerful Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?
kind girl
K.V. Lukashevich
It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. Sparrows had a hard time from this. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them at her porch. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.
Winter
Frost bound the earth. Rivers and lakes are frozen. Everywhere lies white fluffy snow. Children are happy with winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snowman.
Only animals have a hard time in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help our little friends in winter. Make bird feeders.
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree
Daniil Kharms, 1930
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he could not even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Here Volodya saw a gun: "Give it! Give it!" - shouts. And he can’t say what “give”, because he is so small that he still doesn’t know how to speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. Want everything!
"Give! Give!" shouts Volodya.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and ringing with a rattle. Volodya liked the rattle very much!
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends
Vanya Mokhov
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends. It was a lot of fun. On the Christmas tree at Yashka - he played tag, on the Christmas tree at Shurka - he played blind man's buff, on the Christmas tree at Ninka - he looked at pictures, on the Christmas tree at Volodya - he danced in a round dance, on the Christmas tree at Lizaveta - he ate chocolates, on the Christmas tree at Pavlusha - he ate apples and pears.
And this year I will go to the Christmas tree to school - it will be even more fun there.
Snowman
There lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was covered by children who came running here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow, put them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, two coals were inserted into the snowman, and a carrot was inserted instead of a nose. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.
The children were called home, and the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to peck a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman was scared: "What do you want to do with me?" And the bullfinch, and it was him, replies: “I don’t want to do anything to you, I’ll just eat a carrot now.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat carrots, that’s my nose. Look, there is a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.
Hello winter!
So, she came, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like an even ribbon, if you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”
“Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter!”
The day was soft and misty. The reddish sun hung low over long, snowfield-like stratus clouds. Frost-covered pink trees stood in the garden. The vague shadows on the snow were drenched in the same warm light.
snowdrifts
(From the story "Nikita's Childhood")
The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Blue in it are deep human and frequent dog tracks. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in my nose, pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, sheds and barnyards stood squat, covered with white hats, as if rooted in snow. Like glass, traces of runners ran from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the crunchy steps from the porch. Below was a brand new pine bench with a bast twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glided well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a spatula, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden, to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was like snow.
Nikita turned to the right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, following in the footsteps of others...
On the steep banks of the Chagra River these days large fluffy snowdrifts have piled up. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and he will hoot, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right the river wound like a bluish shadow between the white and fluffy fields. To the left, above the very steep, blackened huts, sticking out the cranes of the village of Sosnovki. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted away. On a snowy cliff, where stains and stripes turned yellow from the ashes that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. They were Nikita's friends - boys from "our end" of the village. And further, where the river was bent, you could hardly see other boys, "Kon-chan", very dangerous.
Nikita threw down the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grasped the rope, kicked off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow broke off over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed down from the bench and dragged it up the hill, bogging down to the knee. When he climbed ashore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black, taller than human figure, as it seemed, the figure of Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed a shovel, threw himself on a bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung like a cape over the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out the little cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged the bench in and began to fill up with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench ...
— Nikita! Where did you fail? he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head thrown back.
— Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his spectacles and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to the waist;
"Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway." Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but bogged down again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- You don't want to, you don't have to. Stay. The fact is that my mother received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving ...
- Which letter? Nikita asked.
— Aha! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Snow clods immediately flew from above. Nikita's head popped out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.
Buran
A snowy white cloud, huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon, and the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn was quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. The desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the sky ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!
Everything merged, everything mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snowy dust, which blinded the eyes, took the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spun from all sides, twisted around like a kite from above and below, and strangled everything he came across.
The heart drops in the most intimidating person, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, because the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. So terrible is the sight of the indignation of northern winter nature...
The storm raged from hour to hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines became high mounds...
Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which continues even then, when the sky is already shining with a cloudless blue.
Another night passed. The violent wind died down, the snows subsided. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over ... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays played on the wavy snows...
Winter
The real winter has come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood, covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm coat ...
It was the first snow
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the rule of this young snow. The air smelled of snow, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The earth, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards—everything was soft, white, young, and this house looked different from yesterday. The lanterns burned brighter, the air was clearer...
Farewell to summer
(abbreviated)
One night I woke up with a strange sensation. I thought I went deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes open, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I had not gone deaf, but simply that an extraordinary silence had fallen outside the walls of the house. This silence is called "dead". The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. All you could hear was the cat snoring in his sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window—everything behind the glass was snowy and silent. In the foggy sky, a lone moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed two hours. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth has changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens have been fascinated by the cold.
Through the window, I saw a large gray bird perch on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed, snow fell from it. The bird slowly got up and flew away, and the snow continued to fall like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
— The first snow is very befitting the earth.
The earth was ornate, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stalks sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to tea and congratulated me on the first trip.
- So the earth was washed, - he said, - with snow water from a silver trough.
— Where did you get, Mitrich, such words? Reuben asked.
- Is there something wrong? grandfather chuckled. - My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never withered.
It was hard to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let the ache in his bones."
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, walked around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches were sitting, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow ... In some places in the clearings, birds flew and squeaked plaintively. The sky overhead was very bright, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there were slow snow clouds.
It grew darker and quieter in the forests, and finally a thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has taken over the land...
Winter night
Night has come in the forest.
Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver hoarfrost crumbles in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars visibly scattered...
But even in the frosty winter night, the hidden life in the forest continues. Here the frozen branch crunched and broke. It ran under the trees, bouncing softly, a white hare. Then something hooted and suddenly terribly laughed: an owl screamed somewhere, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat on a bare bough. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees life hidden from people walking in the winter forest.
Aspen
Beautiful aspen forest in winter. Against the background of dark firs, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.
Night and diurnal birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, and naughty squirrels lay down their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out light shuttle boats, made troughs. White hares feed on the bark of young aspens in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.
You used to walk through the forest, and suddenly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, with a noise, a heavy black grouse will fly off and fly. A white hare will jump out from under your feet and run.
Silver flashes
Short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, muddy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, he chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of children returning from school, creaks a cart with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky outside the village, silver flashes begin to dance and shimmer - the northern lights.
On sparrow's gallop
A little - only a day after the New Year was added to the sparrow's lope. And the sun had not yet warmed - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the spruce tops across the river.
K. V. Lukashevich
She appeared muffled, white, cold.
- Who are you? the children asked.
- I - the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother will come - Santa Claus and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start acting naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! the children said.
- Wait, children ... But then I will give you skiing from the mountains, skates and sledges. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a cheerful Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?
kind girl
K. V. Lukashevich
It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. Sparrows had a hard time from this. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them at her porch. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.
Winter
Frost bound the earth. Rivers and lakes are frozen. Everywhere lies white fluffy snow. Children are happy with winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snowman.
Only animals have a hard time in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help our little friends in winter. Make bird feeders.
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree
Daniil Kharms, 1930
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he could not even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Here Volodya saw a gun: "Give it! Give it!" - screams. And he can’t say what “give”, because he is so small that he still doesn’t know how to speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. Want everything!
"Give! Give!" - shouts Volodya.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and ringing with a rattle. Volodya liked the rattle very much!
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends
Vanya Mokhov
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends. It was a lot of fun. On the Christmas tree at Yashka - he played tag, on the Christmas tree at Shurka - he played blind man's buff, on the Christmas tree at Ninka - he looked at pictures, on the Christmas tree at Volodya - he danced in a round dance, on the Christmas tree at Lizaveta - he ate chocolates, on the Christmas tree at Pavlusha - he ate apples and pears.
And this year I will go to the Christmas tree to school - it will be even more fun there.
Snowman
There lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was covered by children who came running here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow, put them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, two coals were inserted into the snowman, and a carrot was inserted instead of a nose. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.
The children were called home, and the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to peck a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman was scared: "What do you want to do with me?"; And the bullfinch, and it was him, replies: “I don’t want to do anything with you, I’ll just eat a carrot now” ;. "Oh, oh, don't eat carrots, that's my nose. Look, there's a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there." The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.
Hello winter!
So, she came, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like an even ribbon, if you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: "Hello, winter!";
"Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter!";
The day was soft and misty. The reddish sun hung low over long, snowfield-like stratus clouds. Frost-covered pink trees stood in the garden. The vague shadows on the snow were drenched in the same warm light.
snowdrifts
(From the story "Nikita's Childhood";)
The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Blue in it are deep human and frequent dog tracks. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in my nose, pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, sheds and barnyards stood squat, covered with white hats, as if rooted in snow. Like glass, traces of runners ran from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the crunchy steps from the porch. Below was a brand new pine bench with a bast twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glided well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was exactly made of snow.
Nikita turned to the right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, in the footsteps of others. On the steep banks of the Chagra River, large fluffy snowdrifts had accumulated these days. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and he will hoot, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right the river wound like a bluish shadow between the white and fluffy fields. To the left, above the very steep, blackened huts, sticking out the cranes of the village of Sosnovki. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted away. On a snowy cliff, where stains and stripes turned yellow from the ashes that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikita's friends - boys from "our end"; villages. And further on, where the river bent, you could hardly see other boys, "Kon-chan", very dangerous.
Nikita threw down the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grasped the rope, kicked off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow broke off over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed down from the bench and dragged it up the hill, bogging down to the knee. When he climbed ashore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black, taller than human figure, as it seemed, the figure of Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed a shovel, threw himself on a bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung like a cape over the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out the little cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged the bench in and began to fill up with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench - Nikita! Where did you fail? he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head thrown back.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his spectacles and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to the waist;
Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but bogged down again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- You don't want to, you don't have to. Stay. The fact is that my mother received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving - What letter? asked Nikita.
- Yeah! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Snow clods immediately flew from above. Nikita's head popped out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.
Buran
A snowy white cloud, huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon, and the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn was quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. The desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the sky ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!
Everything merged, everything mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snowy dust, which blinded the eyes, took the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spun from all sides, twisted around like a kite from above and below, and strangled everything he came across.
The heart drops in the most intimidating person, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, because the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. So terrible is the sight of the indignation of northern winter nature...
The storm raged from hour to hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines became high mounds...
Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which continues even then, when the sky is already shining with a cloudless blue.
Another night passed. The violent wind died down, the snows subsided. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over ... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays played on the wavy snows...
Winter
The real winter has come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood, covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm coat ...
It was the first snow
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the rule of this young snow. The air smelled of snow, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The earth, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this house looked different from yesterday. The lanterns burned brighter, the air was clearer...
Farewell to summer
(abbreviated)
One night I woke up with a strange sensation. I thought I went deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes open, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I had not gone deaf, but simply that an extraordinary silence had fallen outside the walls of the house. Such silence is called "dead";. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. All you could hear was the cat snoring in his sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - behind the panes everything was snowy and silent. In the foggy sky, a lone moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed two hours. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth has changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens have been fascinated by the cold.
Through the window, I saw a large gray bird perch on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed, snow fell from it. The bird slowly got up and flew away, and the snow continued to fall like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow is very befitting the earth.
The earth was ornate, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stalks sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to tea and congratulated me on the first trip.
- So the earth was washed, - he said, - with snow water from a silver trough.
- Where did you get, Mitrich, such words? Reuben asked.
- Is there something wrong? grandfather chuckled. - My mother, the deceased, said that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never sluggish.
It was difficult to stay at home at first. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let the ache in his bones" ;.
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, walked around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches were sitting, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow ... In some places in the clearings, birds flew and squeaked plaintively. The sky overhead was very bright, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there were slow snow clouds.
It grew darker and quieter in the forests, and finally a thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has taken over the land...
Winter night
Night has come in the forest.
Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver hoarfrost crumbles in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars visibly scattered...
But even in the frosty winter night, the hidden life in the forest continues. Here the frozen branch crunched and broke. It ran under the trees, bouncing softly, a white hare. Then something hooted and suddenly terribly laughed: an owl screamed somewhere, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat on a bare bough. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees life hidden from people walking in the winter forest.
Aspen
Beautiful aspen forest in winter. Against the background of dark firs, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.
Night and diurnal birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, and naughty squirrels lay down their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out light shuttle boats, made troughs. White hares feed on the bark of young aspens in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.
You used to walk through the forest, and suddenly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, with a noise, a heavy black grouse will fly off and fly. A white hare will jump out from under your feet and run.
Silver flashes
Short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, muddy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, he chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of kids returning from school, creaks a cart with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky outside the village, silver flashes begin to dance and shimmer - the northern lights.
On sparrow's gallop
A little - just a day after the New Year was added to the sparrow lope. And the sun had not yet warmed - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the spruce tops beyond the river.
Winter is here, the magical time of the year. All the paths were covered with a white fluffy carpet. It shines under the rays of the sun and pleases the eye.
The winter forest is quiet and incredibly beautiful. The birds don't sing anymore. Bears and hedgehogs fell asleep before the start of winter.
Mini essay about winter No. 2: "Winter has come"
The real winter has come. There are frosts. The whole neighborhood is covered with a snow carpet. The river and the pond are firmly iced over. As if in a fairy tale, trees shine with silver.
We took a sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighbor's guys sculpted a snowman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys offered to go sledding on a slippery snow hill. We had a lot of fun!
Then our hands froze, and we ran home. Cold in winter!
In the evening, a strong blizzard began. Trees swayed and crackled. It's scary to show your nose to the street. It's good that we're at home. We are warm and not afraid of any frost!
Composition about winter No. 3: “Good in winter”
Here comes the winter. There are severe frosts, a cold wind blows. A blizzard swept up, swept all the tracks. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.
And with what bizarre patterns the frost adorned the windows of houses! No wonder they came up with a riddle about him: without arms, without legs, but he can draw.
The children miss walking. They can't wait for the blizzard to end. They ask their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.
But now the blizzard has subsided. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run to the street. Playing snowballs, they throw snowballs at each other. Dodge hits and fall. They laugh! Cheeks burn like bulk apples, cilia and eyebrows in hoarfrost.
After lunch, the children took their skis and skates and ran to the pond. The water is frozen with a thick layer of ice, which means you can run on skates. Kids rush on a sled along a smooth snow-covered hill. Teenagers go skiing. Everyone has fun!
Winter Tale #4: "Winter Fun"
Winter came. It's freezing weather. It's cold outside. The trees are covered with snow fringe.
But children always have fun, especially when there is a lot of snow. You can fall and wallow in the snow without fear of getting dirty. You just need to dress warmly so as not to freeze.
I put on a ski tracksuit, a jacket, put on boots. He pulled a fur hat over his head and tied a woolen scarf around his neck. He put on warm gloves. I took a new sled and ran up the hill to ride.
Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, near which there was a slippery skating rink. There we went sledding and skating for a long time. The kids were playing snowballs.
Then they all made a snowman together. The snow was loose, almost wet, so it wasn't difficult. The kids were very happy that they also participated in this lesson.
As expected, we rolled up three snowballs and put them on top of each other. When the snowman was almost ready, I brought an old bucket from home to put on his head. The neighbor's boy brought out a carrot and stuck it in place of his nose. Two coals became the eyes of the snowman, a small flexible twig became a smiling mouth.
The snowman turned out great! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to him as a keepsake.
In the evening it snowed again. We watched in fascination as fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. How beautiful are these fragile creations of nature! It turns out that all snowflakes are different, not similar to each other. But this is noticeable only upon close examination.
It was already dark when I got home. A little tired, cold and hungry, but very satisfied.
The day went well. Good winter fun!
Composition about winter No. 5: “Description of winter”
Winter is an amazing time of the year. Covered with a white blanket, nature, as if in a fairy tale, plunged into a long, deep sleep. The sorceress-winter enchanted, bewitched the forest. All the trees stretch bare crystal branches to the blue sky. Only spruces and pines are green, but the oak has not thrown off its summer attire. Its foliage only turned yellow and darkened. The lower branches of the oak spread like a tent over the clearing. The snow had packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark. The thick trunk seems to be stitched with silver threads. From a distance it seems that it is a brave hero in bronze chain mail, the all-powerful guardian of the forest. The other trees parted respectfully to let the older brethren unfold in mighty force. A winter wind will fly in, a huge and majestic oak will ring with bronze foliage, but will not bow even before a strong storm.
In winter, familiar landscapes are given new colors by the snow. At dusk, it is blue, under the silvery rays of the moon it glows with a mysterious brilliance, plays with multi-colored sparks. At dawn, the snow turns pink from the scarlet dawn. And even the usual forest colors next to the changeable snowy whiteness look different.
Winter is different. You just need to take a look. It is both cold and with a thaw, blizzard and with a drop, snowy and with the sun. A winter day is sometimes quiet, frosty and sunny, sometimes gloomy and foggy, sometimes with a howling cold wind and a snow blizzard. And how beautiful a winter morning, early, inaudible, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for the appearance of a fairy tale.
Composition about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”
So, she came - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, stretched out as an even ribbon, whether you look close, look around you - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow ...
Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling.
Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good in your soul that you involuntarily smile, and you want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, long-awaited winter, cheerful!”
Interesting stories for younger schoolchildren and preschoolers about winter. Winter stories for children. Stories by N. I. Sladkov, I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov.
Stories about winter nature, about the behavior of animals in nature, about the behavior of moose, about how flowers and plants survive the winter.
Dining room-hole. N. I. Sladkov.
There are such fast rivers that water does not freeze everywhere in them in winter. Near such a polynya, near living water, dipper birds love to spend the winter. All day long they fly near the polynya, sit on icy stones, squat merrily, bow and even sing. Yes, so loudly, cheerfully and diligently that even a parka breaks out of its beak! And even if it's cold, they swim, swim and dive. But all this is only until a severe frost binds the wormwood. You can’t dive to the bottom, you can’t get water beetles and larvae. There are no songs here. Sitting on the rocks boring and hungry. This is where you need to take a long pole and break the ice in the polynya. This is not difficult: the ice is still thin, the depth under it is knee-deep, and you can hit right from the shore. And then the dippers will not fly away to another river, but will remain here to live: to catch beetles, to amuse you.
On the forest road. Author: I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov
One after another, heavy vehicles loaded with logs go along the winter road. An elk ran out of the forest.
Boldly crosses a wide well-trodden road.
The driver stopped the car, admires the strong, beautiful elk.
There are many moose in our forests. In whole herds they roam the swamps covered with snow, hiding in the bushes, in large forests.
People do not touch, do not offend moose.
Only hungry wolves sometimes dare to attack moose. Strong moose defend themselves from evil wolves with horns and hooves.
Moose in the forest are not afraid of anyone. They boldly roam the forest clearings, cross wide clearings and well-worn roads, often come close to villages and noisy cities.
Snowdrops.
What's under the snow?
Deadwood, scrap wood. Fallen leaves, needles. Horsetails and ferns, which the winterling did not beat. The frost hasn’t beaten them since autumn, it will catch on now: the earth, I suppose, froze a meter deep.
Let it be so: the snow is falling, the frost of the Christmas tree is splintering on the torch. Be that as it may, just in winter, spring is waiting in the wings. Under the snow, lingonberries are green, grass seedlings have hatched since autumn, and some stiff blade of grass in the axils of leaves swaddles the buds - they will unfold with flowers early when the snowdrifts collapse, puddles spread.
In the midst of winter, under the snow, spring: squeaking and running around, fussing and fun games. And who would have it? Yes, mice!
The vole looks exactly like a mouse. The tail is only shorter and the ears are small. The vole is on its mind, spares no effort to improve the mink: a separate bedroom and a nursery, a separate toilet and a separate pantry with a supply of edible good. There is no mink, so the nest is made of grass rags. In the moss, under the layers of wood debris, fallen leaves, passages-streets were arranged to the bushes - to gnaw the bark; to the thickets of herbs - to collect seeds; from hole to hole - to visit the neighbors to run.
Sociable voles, kept heaped. It is warm in burrows and nests. Sometimes stuffy. Therefore, loopholes are made to the surface, so that fresh air, like from a window, sip.
Darkness under the snow.
Night or day, winter or summer - what difference does it make for voles? They are warm and satisfying, the storerooms are bursting with supplies. And mice squeak in their nests...
That's how snowdrops are!
Stories for younger students. Stories about the behavior of birds and animals in winter. Stories about winter life in the forest. Stories by Sladkov and Skrebitsky.
Nikolay Sladkov. under the snow
Poured snow, covered the ground. Various small fry were delighted that no one would now find them under the snow. One animal even boasted:
- Guess who I am? It looks like a mouse, not a mouse. As tall as a rat, not a rat. I live in the forest, and I am called Polevka. I am a water vole, but simply a water rat. Although I am a water person, I am not sitting in the water, but under the snow. Because in winter the water is frozen. I am not alone now sitting under the snow, many have become snowdrops for the winter. Have a carefree day. Now I’ll run to my pantry, I’ll choose the largest potato ...
Here, from above, a black beak sticks through the snow: in front, behind, on the side! Polevka bit her tongue, cringed and closed her eyes.
It was Raven who heard Polevka and began to poke his beak into the snow. Like from above, poked, listened.
- Did you hear it? - growled. And flew away.
The vole took a breath, whispered to herself:
“Ugh, how nice it smells like mice!”
Polevka rushed backwards, with all her short legs. Elle was saved. She caught her breath and thought: “I will be silent - Raven will not find me. And what about Lisa? Maybe roll out in the dust of grass to beat off the spirit of the mouse? I will do so. And I will live in peace, no one will find me.
And from the otnorka - Weasel!
“I found you,” he says. He says so affectionately, and his eyes are shooting with green sparks. And her white teeth are shining. - I found you, Polevka!
Vole in the hole - Weasel after her. Vole in the snow - and Weasel in the snow, Vole under the snow - and Weasel in the snow. Barely got away.
Only in the evening - do not breathe! - Polevka crept into her pantry and there - with an eye, listening and sniffing! - I crammed a potato from the edge. And that was glad. And she no longer boasted that her life under the snow was carefree. And keep your ears open under the snow, and there they hear and smell you.
Nikolay Sladkov. Judgment on December
Birds and animals gathered on the lake.
December to judge.
Everyone has suffered a lot from him.
“December shortened the day for us, and made the night long, long. It's dark now and you won't have time to kill the worm. Who is in favor of condemning December for such arbitrariness?
- Everything, everything, everything! they all shouted.
And Filin suddenly says:
- I'm against! I work the night shift, the longer the night, the more satisfying I am.
- In December, bored in the forest - nothing fun happens. That and look, you will die of longing. Who is in favor of condemning December for boredom?
- Everything, everything, everything! everyone screamed again.
And Burbot suddenly leans out of the hole and gurgles:
- I'm against! What kind of melancholy is there if I'm getting ready for the wedding? And my mood and appetite. I don't agree with you!
- The snows in December are very bad: they don’t keep it from above and you can’t get to the ground. Everyone was exhausted, emaciated. Who is in favor of exposing December together with bad snow from the forest?
- Everything, everything, everything! everyone shouts.
And Teterev and Capercaillie are against it. They stick their heads out from under the snow and mutter:
- We sleep well in loose snow: secretly, warmly, softly. Let December stay.
The raven just spread its wings.
- They judged, rowed, - he says, - but what to do with December is unknown. Leave or kick out?
Everyone shouted again:
Don't do anything about it, it will end on its own. You can't skip a month from a year. Let yourself stretch!
Raven rubbed his nose on the ice and croaked:
- So be it, reach out, December, on your own! Yes, very much, look, do not delay! ..
Nikolay Sladkov. Complaints about the snowdrift
Tra-ta-ta-ta! What I saw, what I heard! Guys to the birds a wonderful dining room - large, free, self-service! - arranged, and they, ungrateful, write complaints about them on a neighboring snowdrift! They are picky and capricious.
The tap dancers have inherited with their paws in the snow: “Seeds and hemp in the dining room are not crushed. Beak will go crazy while you bite them! We have corns on our tongues from such food!” The great tit tapped out with its nose: “Salo lard is different! They could also hang unsalted ones, our stomachs hurt from salty!” Fluffy scrawled with a claw: “Disgrace! Arrived to have a bite, and the dining room was covered with snow! Until the evening I dug up hemp. If only they made a canopy, or something! Oatmeal jumped:
“I was left hungry, lunch was blown away by the wind! Who made a feeder without sides? The wind is in his head!”
The bullfinch traced with his tail: “Where are the weed seeds? Where are the mountain ash, viburnum and elderberry? Where are the watermelon and melon seeds? »
Tra-ta-ta-ta! Oh, something will happen, oh, someone will be angry!
Georgy Skrebitsky. White coat
It didn't snow for a long time that winter. Rivers and lakes have long been covered with ice, but there is still no snow. The winter forest without snow seemed gloomy and dull. All the leaves from the trees have long fallen off, migratory birds have flown south, not a single bird squeaks anywhere; only a cold wind whistles among the bare icy boughs.
Once I was walking with the guys through the forest, we were returning from a neighboring village. We went out into the forest clearing. Suddenly we see - in the middle of a clearing above a large bush crows are circling. They croak, fly around him, then they will fly up, then they will sit on the ground. I think they probably found some food there.
They started getting closer. Crows noticed us - some flew off to the side, sat down in the trees, while others did not want to fly away, so they circled overhead.
We went up to the bush, we look - something turns white under it, and what - through the frequent branches and we can’t make out.
I parted the branches, I looked - a hare, white-white as snow. He huddled under the very bush, clung to the ground, lies not moving. Everything around is gray - both the earth and fallen leaves, and the hare among them turns white.
That's why he caught the eye of the crows - he dressed in a white fur coat, but there was no snow, which means that he, white, had nowhere to hide. Let's try to catch him alive!
I put my hand under the branches, quietly, carefully, and immediately grabbed him by the ears - and pulled him out from under the bush!
The hare is beating in his hands, he wants to escape. We just look - one of his legs somehow hangs strangely. They touched her, but she was broken! It means that the crows beat him badly. If we had not come on time, perhaps we would have scored completely.
I brought the rabbit home. Dad took out a bandage, cotton wool from the first-aid kit, bandaged the broken leg of the hare and put it in a box. Mom put hay, carrots, a bowl of water there. So we have a bunny and stayed to live. Lived for a whole month. His leg had completely grown together, he even began to jump out of the box and was not at all afraid of me. He jumps out, runs around the room, and as soon as one of the guys comes to me, he hides under the bed.
While the hare lived at our house, and the snow fell, white, fluffy, like a hare's fur coat. It is easy for a hare to hide in it. In the snow you will not notice it soon.
“Well, now you can let him go back into the forest,” dad once told us.
So we did - we took the hare to the nearest forest, said goodbye to him and released him into the wild.
The morning was quiet, the night before poured a lot of snow. The forest became white, shaggy.
In an instant, our bunny in the snow-covered bushes disappeared.
That's when he needed a white coat!