Winter evening in the sky. Poems about winter (large selection of poems). The sky was already breathing in autumn...
Spell of Winter
Winter is decorated:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
"Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Father Frost,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
Enchant people's hearts
The beauty of your ideas:
Let your eyes penetrate
In light patterns.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New bloom!
(M. Pozharova)
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It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains -
Moroz the voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
The forest paths are covered,
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks, walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water,
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
(N. Nekrasov)
Frost on the glass
The artist saw
In a frosty window,
How does a deer wander
Through a magical land
In the sparkling air
Birds soar
Colored lanterns
There are lights in the windows,
And where above the sea
The forests are swirling,
Airship
Unfurled the sails...
(Yu. Kushak)
Meeting winter
...Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere;
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We won't get used to it -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!..
(I. Nikitin)
Blue evening
Winter evening
In the blue sky
I lit the blue stars.
The branches are pouring
Blue frost
On a blue snowball.
Frost paints it blue
Forget-me-nots in the windows.
And the blue dog yawns
Near the blue booth.
(A. Fetisov)
Everything is white
Everything is white, oh, everything is white,
Bloomed white.
The little white rabbits are a light trail,
There is a white beret on the birch tree,
And in the alder grove
White-white downy scarf!
The rowan trees have a white frill,
Nice little red handkerchief...
Runs well downhill
Little Nastenka.
SEASONS
One sister has hair -
Golden heavy ear,
The other has tight braids
Thunderstorm and dew are intertwined.
The third with a fiery scythe
He makes himself a wreath with foliage.
And the fourth one is blonde
Pinned a curl with an ice cube
ALL YEAR ROUND
JANUARY
Open the calendar -
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.
FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
Like a snake rushes along the ground
Light drifting snow.
Rising, they rush into the distance
Aircraft flights.
It celebrates February
The birth of the army.
MARCH
Loose snow darkens in March,
The ice on the window is melting.
Bunny running around the desk
And on the map
On the wall.
APRIL
April, April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads.
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs,
And the snowdrop blossomed.
MAY
The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.
Seeing off May with flowers
The lilac is blooming.
JUNE
June has arrived.
"June! June!" —
Birds are chirping in the garden...
Just blow on a dandelion -
And it will all fly apart.
JULY
Haymaking is in July
Somewhere thunder grumbles sometimes.
And ready to leave the hive
Young bee swarm.
A B G U S T
We collect in August
Fruit harvest.
Lots of joy for people
After all the work.
The sun over the spacious
Nivami is worth it.
And sunflower grains
Full of blacks.
SEPTEMBER
Clear September morning
The villages thresh bread,
Birds are flying across the seas -
And the school opened.
OCTOBER
In October, in October
Frequent rain outside.
The grass in the meadows is dead,
The grasshopper fell silent.
Firewood has been prepared
For the winter for stoves.
NOVEMBER
The seventh day of November -
Red calendar day.
Look out your window:
Everything on the street is red.
Flags flutter at the gates,
Blazing with flames.
See, the music is on
Where the trams were.
All the people - both young and old -
Celebrates freedom.
And my red ball flies
Straight to the sky!
DECEMBER
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top of the head
The bravest light.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower is striking
Fireworks - twelve times.
Four colors
frames
Summer
Pond
To your magical
EMERALD.
And you
Heads
Decline -
In water
GOLD
They drop it.
Pond
Stores at the bottom
Good…
The cold is falling
SILVER.
firmament
Transparently clean
Pond in the spring -
AMETHYST.
The pond changed
Four colors.
Really
Is it summer again?
POEMS ABOUT WINTER.
The wind is blowing outside the window.
The wind is blowing outside the window,
Snow is swept away from the roof,
In the late sky there is a baby month
The star is rocking.
The baby is sleeping, she is dreaming,
She's like a feather in it
Everything flies, everything spins
A tiny snowflake.
And all around there are tops in the snow,
The spruce trees turned white
They were decorated by girlfriends
Blizzards and blizzards.
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
Winter sings and echoes
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard with a mad roar
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds doze
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
BIRCH
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains -
Moroz the voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
The forest paths are covered,
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water,
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
SNOWBALL
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Everything is white, oh, everything is white.
Bloomed white.
The white hare is a light trail.
There is a white beret on the birch tree,
And on the alder grove
White-white downy scarf!
The rowan trees have a white frill,
Nice little red handkerchief...
Runs well downhill
Little Nastenka.
How many flowers do water lilies have?
So Nastenka has some fluff on her.
How many chips are there in the yard?
So Nastya has silver!
Frost on the glass
The artist saw
In a frosty window,
How does a deer wander
Through a magical land
In the sparkling air
Birds soar
Colored lanterns
There are lights in the windows,
And where above the sea
The forests are swirling,
Airship
Unfurled the sails...
Meeting winter
...Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere;
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We won't get used to it -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!..
Snow
Snow is pouring and falling in armfuls
It's winter in the fields.
Covered up to the eyebrows with hats
In the courtyards of the house.
At night the blizzard played tricks,
The snow was knocking on the glass,
And now - look how fun it is
And white-white!
Blue evening
Winter evening
In the blue sky
I lit the blue stars.
The branches are pouring
Blue frost
On a blue snowball.
Frost paints it blue
Forget-me-nots in the windows.
And the blue dog yawns
Near the blue booth.
Snow
Snow, snow is spinning,
The whole street is white!
We gathered in a circle,
They spun like a snowball.
Winter!
Making it a fairy tale
Trees and houses
A white woman came to the guys -
White winter.
Cheerful, desirable
Frosty time -
Ruddy from the cold
The kids laugh.
We outlined with skates
The whole pond
And if we want -
Swift-winged eagles
Let's go skiing.
Cold
I went out on a sled
Ride down the mountain.
And cold is shameless
Can't wait -
Runs up immediately
And by the nose
Enough from a running start
More painful than fire.
I'm not afraid -
He rushed up the hill.
And the cold is angry
I stayed under the hill.
Winter.
White fluffy snow
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And the next morning it's snowing
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
The days have become short,
The sun shines little
Here come the frosts,
And winter has come...
Childhood
This is my village;
This is my home;
Here I am sledding
Steep up the mountain
Here the sled has rolled up,
And I'm on my side - bang!
I'm rolling head over heels
Downhill, into a snowdrift.
And friends are boys,
Standing above me
They laugh merrily
Over my misfortune.
Whole face and hands
Snow covered me...
I'm in grief in a snowdrift,
And the guys laugh!
From the novel "Eugene Onegin"
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
Winter sorceress is coming!
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills,
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
From the novel "Eugene Onegin"
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood it renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having placed the bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
It's both painful and funny to him,
And his mother threatens him through the window...
(Reins are furrows.)
From the novel "Eugene Onegin"
Tidier than fashionable parquet
The river shines, covered in ice.
Boys are a joyful people
Skates cut the ice noisily;
A heavy goose on red legs,
Having decided to sail across the bosom of the waters,
Steps carefully onto the ice,
Slips and falls; funny
The first snow is flickering and curling,
Stars falling on the shore.
Winter evening
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
POEMS ABOUT SPRING.
The janitor drives away the winter.
Under the window in the morning
The sound of steel is heard
- Knock-Knock!
Knock-Knock!
This is the work of good hands.
The janitor drives away the winter,
Our small yard is surrounded by puddles.
The sky became doves.
A sparrow looks into a puddle,
Spring is in the air,
Soon the brown snow will melt.
Here and there
Rooks make nests.
First thunder.
The angry thunder grumbled a little,
And then, a minute later,
Knocked on every window
Thin fingers of rain.
Spring.
The snow is already melting, the streams are flowing,
There was a breath of spring through the window...
The nightingales will soon whistle
And the forest will be dressed in leaves!
Pure heavenly azure,
It became warmer and brighter,
It's time for evil blizzards and storms
It's gone for a long time again.
Martin
The grass is turning green
The sun is shining;
Swallow with spring
Fly to us in the canopy,
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter...
Chirp out of the way
Greetings to us soon!
I'll give you some grains
And you sing a song from distant lands
I brought with me...
Spring
Blue clean
Snowdrop is a flower.
And next to it is draughty
The last snowball...
A.N. Maikov
Lark
In the sun the dark forest glowed,
In the valley thin steam whitens,
And he sang an early song
In the azure the lark is ringing
He is vociferous in the heights
Sings, sparkling in the sun:
Spring has come to us young,
Here I sing the coming of spring;
It’s so easy for me here, it’s so welcoming,
So limitless, so airy;
I see God's whole world here.
And my song glorifies God.
Spring is coming
It was sunny in the morning
And very warm.
The lake is wide
It was flowing through the yard.
It was freezing at noon,
Winter has come again
The lake has lingered
A crust of glass.
I split the thin
Sounding glass
The lake is wide
It started leaking again.
Passers-by say:
- Spring is coming! —
And this is me working
Breaking the ice.
April
Willow, willow, willow,
The willow blossomed.
This means, that's right,
That spring has come
This means it's true
That winter is over.
The very, very first
The starling whistled.
Whistled in the birdhouse:
Well, now I'm from here.
But don't trust spring
The whistle of the wind is heard.
Wind, wind, wind
It turns along the roads
Last year's leaf.
All April jokes!
Rural kindergarten
In the morning I took off my fur coats,
At noon - snowfall.
But it's not that bad
Things are going,
If willow, willow
The willow blossomed.
Spring arithmetic.
Let's subtract!
Begin
From all the streams and rivers
Subtract both ice and snow.
If you subtract the snow and ice,
There will be bird flight!
Let's combine sun and rain...
And let's wait a little...
And we will get herbs.
Are we wrong?
Spring
Go away, gray winter!
Already the beauties of Spring
Golden chariot
Rushing from the mountain heights!
...She doesn’t have a bow or arrows,
I just smiled, and you,
Picking up your white shroud,
She crawled into the ravine and into the bushes!
May they be found in the ravines!
There are swarms of bees making noise,
And flies the victorious flag
Squad of colorful butterflies!
Spring
Waking up from sleep,
Spring with a soft brush
Draws buds on the branches
In the fields there are chains of rooks,
Above the revived foliage
— The first stroke of a thunderstorm,
And in the shade of the transparent garden
— Lilac bush by the fence.
Spring
You see, having replaced the uninhabited YESTERDAY,
TODAY appeared in a new guise.
It's time, not time - I'm leaving the yard:
To freedom, to search, for sound and words.
You see, spring is coming again.
It is attacking us, going on the offensive.
Its distance is still impenetrably cloudy -
But then its population appears:
From the pores, from the crevices, from the cracks of the bark
It comes out into the light, white and burning.
Hurries, settles into courtyards and worlds,
He lives and does not know a better fate.
What a cool winter is behind us!
What a frosty grip we lived in!
Everything is in the past, and no matter how you judge or judge,
We are the south, and warmth is like food and air to us.
We are the south, but still an inhospitable south.
Here the bush is tossing, shaking with chills:
"Hurry, hurry!" - patience, my friend!
How long has it been since you were not a bush, but a snowdrift?
"Quicker!" - although life is not particularly long, -
"Hurry, hurry!" - the soul repeats,
Time flies away - and only spring
We are reconciled with its transience...<;/p>
Spring waters
The snow is still white in the fields,
And in the spring the waters are noisy -
I run and wake up the sleepy breg,
They run and shine and shout...
They shout all over the place;
“Spring is coming, spring is coming!
We are messengers of young spring,
She sent us ahead!”
Spring is coming, spring is coming -
And quiet, warm May days
Ruddy, bright round dance
The crowd cheerfully follows her!
The month of May
Now in the branches of the birch
The nightingales sing too,
Dragonflies sing in the meadows,
Streams sing in the fields.
And there are many roars in the sky,
Sings feathered flocks -
Loudest of all months
Happy month of May!
This is the last snow
The last snow in the field is melting.
Warm steam rises from the ground.
And the blue jug blooms,
And the cranes call each other.
Young forest, dressed in green smoke,
Warm thunderstorms are impatiently awaiting.
Everything is warmed by the breath of spring,
Everything around loves and sings.
Song about spring
Go away, shaggy frost!
Do you hear, old man or not?
And above the garden and above the hut
Blue spring light.
The sun laughs tenderly,
Shines brighter, hotter.
And it pours loudly from the hillock
Talkative stream.
Driven by spring rays
Driven by spring rays,
There is already snow from the surrounding mountains
Escaped through muddy streams
To the flooded meadows.
Nature's clear smile
Through a dream he greets the morning of the year;
The skies are blue and shining.
Still transparent, forests
It's like they're turning green.
Bee for field tribute
Flies from a wax cell.
The valleys are dry and colorful;
The herds rustle and the nightingale
Already singing in the silence of the night.
POEMS ABOUT SUMMER
A good day
What a good day it is:
A light breeze is blowing,
Summer sun rays
So nicely hot!
And it is not necessary
Don't worry,
No galoshes...
What a good day it is!
SUMMER
- What will you give me, summer?
- Lots of sunshine!
There's a rainbow in the sky!
And daisies in the meadow!
- What else will you give me?
— The key ringing in silence,
Pines, maples and oaks,
Strawberries and mushrooms!
I'll give you a cookie,
So that, going out to the edge,
You shouted to her louder:
"Tell me your fortune quickly!"
And she answers you
I guessed for many years!
MOSQUITOES
Everyone was exhausted from the heat.
It's cool in the garden now,
But that's how mosquitoes bite,
At least run out of the garden!
Marina, elder sister,
Fights mosquitoes.
The mosquito has a stubborn temperament
But she's more stubborn!
She will drive them away with her hand,
They are spinning again.
She shouts: “What a shame,”
They attacked the baby!
And mom sees from the window,
How brave Marina is
Fighting alone in the garden
With a squad of mosquitoes.
Two mosquitoes are sitting again
On the baby's finger!
Marina, brave sister,
Slam on the blanket!
SUMMER
Here
And summer is on the doorstep:
The touch-me-not bees are hovering,
Majestically on guard
Attractive hives
So that all sorts of worries
Drowned in a measured roar,
Like alarm bells drowning in the gospel,
And in June
And in July
And especially
In August.
SUMMER EVENING
Already a hot ball of the sun
The earth rolled off its head,
And peaceful evening fire
The sea wave swallowed me up.
The bright stars have already risen
And gravitating over us
The vault of heaven has been lifted
With your wet heads.
The river of air is fuller
Flows between heaven and earth,
The chest breathes easier and more freely,
Freed from the heat.
And a sweet thrill, like a stream,
Nature ran through my veins,
How hot are her legs?
The spring waters have touched.
HELLO SUMMER!
Hello,
Long-awaited summer!
Sun, river and sand,
Birch tree shadow, stream,
Mosquito ringing and squeaking,
Orioles whistle softly,
The flutter of dragonfly wings,
And the satin silk of grass,
Bouquet of bluebells,
Nightingale's night sonnet,
Strawberries and raspberries
Boletus by the stump,
Blue web
At dawn at the beginning of the day,
The heat of the midday sun
The smell of hay and grass,
And well water
Drank a glass to the bottom,
Quiet rustle from the rain,
Rainbow arc over the field,
Caravels-clouds
On the heavenly blue sea!
SUMMER
I'm lying in the meadow.
Not a gig in the sky.
Clouds float into the distance
Like a silent river.
And in the grass, on the ground,
On a flower, on a stem -
Singing and whistling everywhere,
And every leaf lives:
There's a fly and a beetle here,
And a green spider.
A bee has arrived
And she crawled into the flower.
There's a grasshopper's mustache
Cleans for beauty
And the ant groans
At work.
The furry bumblebee is buzzing
And he looks angrily
Where is the tallest flower?
Where is the honey tastier?
And the mosquito is a cannibal,
Like a friend or a neighbor,
As if you were visiting,
It flew into my sleeve.
It will sting and sing.
What! We must endure:
I'm killing in the meadow
I can't do anyone.
What does anyone like?
“Hey, look - by the river
The little men took off their skin!” —
The young siskin shouted.
He flew up and sat on the tower, -
Looks: naked kids
They splash water with a squeal.
The siskin opened its beak in excitement,
Chizhik is full of surprise:
“Oh, what a kid!
Legs are long danglers,
Instead of wings - two sticks,
There is neither fluff nor feather!”
A hare looks out from behind a willow
; And he rocks like a Chinese
With a surprised head:
“This is hilarious! what fun!
There is no tail, no fur...
Twenty fingers! My God…"
And the crucian carp hears in the sedge,
His eyes bulged and he breathes:
“Stupid hare, stupid little siskin!...
Fur and fluff, please tell me...
The scales wouldn't hurt!
Without scales, brother, you’re being naughty!”
Summer afternoon
Silence in the garden and in the house,
The calf is sleeping near the fence.
Near the cellar in the straw
Sparrow fuss.
Behind the fence
Dusty canopy
The winds bend,
The air is soft
Like lye
Floats
From the river...
Summer shower
The summer shower filled the puddles -
Whole seas!
The dacha stood at the pier,
Having dropped anchor.
Only my ship is brave
Fighting the wave
And it doesn’t matter that it’s paper
The sail is above me.
About hot summer
Let's fly
Zharky
Again
Coming
Difficult day -
All the way
Lift up
Pillar
Have to…
Mercury.
Whiskered Pod
Ran away from the garden
Mustachioed pod,
Usami opened
There's a hook on the gate!
And here's the truck
appeared on the road,
And climbed on his mustache
Mischief maker in the truck!
- I'll come to the city
And I will walk
Green mustache
Show off there!
With these
Lovely mustache
I have a lot more
I will create miracles!
- But still
Not miracles, but miracles! —
The driver corrected
And he climbed into the back. —
And who are you
Please answer me:
You are Uncle Pea
Or Aunt Bean?
- I'm a mustachioed pod! —
The pod answered,
Pouted
And the ringing sound rang out
Click!
And immediately it jumped
Lots of beans
Not at all mustachioed
And very funny!
- Oh, how are you doing?
You are being rude! —
Told them
Bursting,
Mustachioed aunt!
Yunna Moritz
Clover
Clover is ripening
There's a spirit in the field -
as if honey was spilling around.
Deftly bee every ball
and examine and rummage,
and heavy bumblebees
clover is bent to the ground.
All sorts of flies
and various flies
a whole cloud is swirling around.
Sweet, sweet red clover,
like ripe raspberries.
Morning
The ruddy dawn
the east was covered.
In a village across the river
the light went out.
Sprinkled with dew
flowers in the fields.
The herds have awakened
on soft meadows
Gray mists
float to the clouds.
Geese caravans
rushing to the meadows.
People woke up
hurry to the fields.
The sun appeared.
The earth rejoices.
Summer
More joyful than a guest,
Let's face it, no
On the first day of vacation
Summer is coming to us
Naughty summer
Young summer
Everything is freckled in summer,
Golden color.
Generous for the kids
Gives out gifts:
It will give you a cool June,
And July, wow, is hot!
August will give us
Warm and rainy
And he will teach you how to fry the first mushroom
Happy.
POEMS ABOUT AUTUMN
Autumn.
Autumn is damp - a crazy friend.
The wind blows the leaves around.
Everything is in beautiful golden tones,
Here's a burdock caught on my pants.
The hedgehog is puffing in preparation for the winter.
The squirrel will place the blanks in the hollow.
A wedge of cranes can be seen in the sky.
So all the grain was removed from the fields.
The children put on boots and windbreakers.
They're rushing to school -
Rustle the leaves deftly!
And at the mushroom market there is a parade.
Happy autumn everyone, happy to see the beauty!
Mushroom autumn.
Autumn, the cunning cheat.
Everything here requires skill.
Here we entered the magical forest.
Well, it's a Wonderland.
Milk mushrooms, saffron milk caps, boletus
We don't have enough baskets.
We looked at all the clearings
Here is the king - the mushroom, and here are the whites.
Big boletus
He waves his hat like a hand.
Boletus buddy
Turned red like a flag.
We are from a fairyland
They all came out full.
Oh yes autumn, what a beauty.
What miracles!
COMPLAINT OF TREES
Fruits are brought into the house in baskets,
When summer passes
And left in the rain
Outside the door the garden is stripped.
And there will be banks until spring
Full of pink jam,
And there will be apples in the chest
Fresh as if in September
And drunken cherries scarlet juice
Color the granulated sugar.
And the garden remained there, outside,
Stand waist-deep in a black puddle.
A cold whirlwind caught up with him -
The garden coughed and groaned.
The trees are humping, wheezing,
Shaking from head to toe:
"We would all run away now,
Yes, we have one leg each!
Oh, it's bad to get cold in the rain,
And take us to a warm home!"
Well, why not help the trees?
What if the night becomes frosty?
They carry mats and bags -
Trees have stockings for the winter.
Keep your feet warm, dress everyone,
And the snow will cover your heads.
OCTOBER
Here is a maple leaf on a branch.
Now it's just like new!
All ruddy and golden.
Where are you going, leaf? Wait!
AVAILABLE IN AUTUMN INITIAL...
There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...
The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...
IN AUTUMN
When the end-to-end web
Spreads threads of clear days
And under the villager's window
The distant gospel is heard more clearly,
We're not sad, scared again
LISTPAD
The forest is like a painted tower,
Lilac, gold, crimson,
A cheerful, motley wall
Standing above a bright clearing.
Birch trees with yellow carving
Glisten in the blue azure,
Like towers, the fir trees are darkening,
And between the maples they turn blue
Here and there through the foliage
Clearances in the sky, like a window.
The forest smells of oak and pine,
Over the summer it dried out from the sun,
And Autumn is a quiet widow
Enters his colorful mansion...
NOVEMBER
The Christmas tree has become more noticeable in the forest,
It is tidied up before dark and is empty.
And naked as a broom,
Clogged with mud by the dirt road,
Blown by ash frost,
The vine bush trembles and whistles.
THE SKY WAS BREATHING IN AUTUMN...
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
AUTUMN HAS COME...
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up,
And they look sad
Bare bushes.
Withers and turns yellow
Grass in the meadows
It's just turning green
Winter in the fields.
A cloud covers the sky
The sun doesn't shine
The wind howls in the field,
The rain is drizzling..
The waters began to rustle
of the fast stream,
The birds have flown away
To warm regions.
IT'S A SAD TIME! AWESOME CHARM...
It's a sad time! Ouch charm!
I am pleased with your farewell beauty -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant gray winter threats.
Autumn
The skies are transparent
Like a river flow.
With an asterisk
Homely
The leaf is spinning.
There's a cobweb in the field,
Like a string
Call.
And the blade of grass is sad,
That winter is coming.
Autumn
Autumn! Our whole poor garden is crumbling...
Yellowed leaves are flying in the wind;
They only show off in the distance, there, at the bottom of the valleys,
Brushes of bright red withering rowan trees.
Autumn
The lingonberries are ripening,
The days have become colder,
And from the bird's cry
It only makes my heart sadder.
Flocks of birds fly away
Away beyond the blue sea.
All the trees are shining
In a multi-colored dress.
The sun laughs less often
There is no incense in the flowers.
Autumn will wake up soon -
And he will cry sleepily.
Autumn is the yellow time
Loves autumn yellow:
Dawn with yellow rain,
Yellowed grass
And fallen leaves
Leaves of yellow pages,
When the birds fly away
Likes to be sad in the morning
Autumn is a yellow time.
When autumn comes
Here the rowan tree is burning in a fire,
The aspen is also turning purple,
Juicy grapes beckon,
Ripe apple aroma,
Yellow leaves in the garden
Clouds float in a pond.
This happens every year
When autumn comes to us.
Colorful autumn
“The time has come,” autumn decided,
I packed all my things,
Threw it to the bottom of the basket
Golden raindrops,
I put yellow paint
And I didn’t forget about the red one,
The gray wind covered everything
And she hurried on the road.
Mistress-autumn
Autumn said goodbye to summer,
She remained the mistress of the forest.
She has a lot of work -
The worries begin:
We need to paint the forest,
Collect all the mushrooms and cones,
Send the birds on their way,
Invite winter to visit.
Sad rain
September suddenly became sad,
The rain invited me to visit,
He saw all the birds south.
The rain has become somewhat dull,
It splashes loudly through the puddles,
And he doesn't need anyone.
He's been crying since morning now
Autumn is a sad time.
Golden autumn
Yellow leaves are spinning
Birds are flying around in the garden,
The sun hid behind the clouds -
His ray does not play,
Sad over the river
Willow with a yellow braid.
Only the wind just blows
Collects leaves in flocks.
Sheet
Quiet, warm, gentle autumn
spreads withered leaves everywhere,
colors lemon, orange
light.
On sidewalks, lawns, alleys
she pours them out, not sparing at all, -
hanging above the window in a cobweb
sheet.
Wide open the window. And a gullible bird
he sits on my palm, spinning around,
light and cold, gentle and pure
sheet.
A gust of wind. A leaf flies from the palm,
here he is already on the next balcony,
moment - and, passing the wide cornice,
down!
Autumn is a funny, snub-nosed fortune teller...
Autumn is a funny, snub-nosed fortune teller
She fanned out the leaves like cards,
She promised the birds the way to the south,
The wind meets the sweet birch tree.
Rain - at dusk - quick troubles...
(Wind, don’t laugh with contemptuous laughter.)
The red-haired fortune teller's predictions are correct,
A farewell maple leaf fell out.
I recognized it by the hand, by the veins:
There will be many meetings and separations in life,
Gloomy sky today without blue,
So the autumn predictions have come true.
Autumn in the forest
The bear hid in the den,
White frost on the road.
Birds fly to the sea,
Bored, cold fox,
The hedgehog stomps sadly
Along the gray, cold path.
A scattering of cranberries in a swamp,
The wind bends the branches in flight.
A window between the clouds:
The sun will come out a little,
A thin ray will immediately hide
In the soft cotton wool of dark clouds.
The days have become even shorter
The nights have become colder
As a harbinger of winter cold
The first ice shook the puddles.
Hedgehog autumn
Autumn has come
The birds are flying away.
Gather into a flock of birds
Hedgehogs dream.
Fly to those countries
Where it's hot all year round
Where is their second cousin?
The sea urchin lives.
Sit on a palm tree
Chew bananas;
View in passing
To other countries.
It's a pity they can't
Hedgehogs fly,
They will have to go home
Overwinter through the winter.
Blizzard again soon
Sweep the paths
They will be by the fireplace
Warm your hedgehog's feet.
ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
Everything was covered with white snow:
And trees and houses,
The light-winged wind whistles:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
An intricate trail winds
Along the lowland to the hill.
This is what the hare typed:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
Feeders are being put up again for the birds,
They pour food into them.
And the birds sing in flocks:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest, like a hat,
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
I. Surikov
The sorceress winter is coming.
Came, crumbled, in shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
A. Pushkin
Here is the hostess herself
Winter is coming towards us.
Undressed...
Decorated...
In bright star earrings
Yes to silver boots!
And the boots squeak,
The braids are white to the toes.
He waves his sleeve to the left -
And the clearing turned white.
He waves his right hand -
He will build mountains of snow.
He taps his heel a little -
The river is covered with ice.
I dressed up the trees,
I gave the hare a fur coat.
Whitewashed all the houses
Oh, yes Winter-winter!
V. Tomilina
FREEZING
Freezing. The last leaves have fallen from the birch tree,
The frost quietly crept up to the window,
And overnight with your silver brush
He painted a magical country.
Now my mornings never end
And the winter cold comes to my house.
The bushes are blooming and blooming like mother-of-pearl,
And the fir trees were covered with thick silver.
What if this miracle melts in the sun?
Frost protects it sensitively from heat.
And even the firebird flies over the forest,
spreading two white radiant wings.
P. Kirichansky
CREEK
The stream gurgles under the bridge,
He knocks on the ice with his fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Did you close the door and take away the key?
E. Kokhan
SNEGIRI
Bullfinches, bullfinches,
Like fragments of dawn,
They're blushing on the path.
- You, frost, don’t take them -
You'll burn your palms!
E. Kokhan
For several days in a row
Blizzards whistle and sound.
The trees stand bare
They turned black from the cold.
And only the oak in spite of the winds
Cast iron leaves rumble,
He will only throw it off himself,
When he himself wants it.
A. Markov
FREEZING
Night... Doesn't sleep,
Sits under the tree
Santa Claus embroiders.
He's at the Christmas tree
I took a needle
Threaded a needle
Light from the stars.
Pulls the thread
Through the crack in the curtains -
The whole window is already in patterns...
Tomorrow morning
Let's get up early
And we will see: on the window
Silver sleighs rush
Through the silver country.
V. Stepanov
Blizzard, snowstorm,
Spin some yarn for us,
Whip up the fluffy snow,
Like swan fluff.
You nimble weavers -
Whirlwinds and snowstorms,
Give me some rainbow brocade
For shaggy fir trees.
S. Marshak
ICY
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?
B. Berestov
Walking the street
Santa Claus,
Frost is scattering
Along the branches of birch trees;
He walks around shaking his white beard.
Stomping his foot
There is only a crackling sound.
C. Drozhzhin
It pours and pours snow in armfuls.
On the fields winter.
Covered up to the eyebrows with hats
In the courtyards of the house.
At night the blizzard played tricks,
The snow was knocking on the glass,
And now - look
so funny
And white and white.
S. Marshak
The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.
E. Rusakov
SNOW EVERYWHERE
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Father Frost like a little one
Dancing near the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
A. Brodsky
FREEZING
A boy was crying at the entrance:
- Someone bit my finger!
And the other kid yelled:
- Someone tore my ears!
The third touched his nose and cheeks:
- Who clicked me so painfully?
It became clear to the children -
Invisible in the yard.
L. Sandler
WINTER HAS COME
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer.
I. Chernitskaya
THE MOST IMPORTANT OF GUESTS
- Who is wearing a smart, warm fur coat?
With a long white beard,
IN New Year comes to visit
Both ruddy and gray-haired?
He plays with us, dances,
It makes the holiday more fun!
- Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests!
I. Chernitskaya
HOLIDAY
On our Christmas tree
Funny toys:
Funny hedgehogs
And funny frogs,
Funny deer,
Funny walruses
And funny seals!
We are also a little
The masks are funny.
We are funny
Santa Claus needs
To make it joyful
To hear laughter -
After all, today is a holiday
Happy everyone!
Yu. Kantov
THE TREE IS BURNING WITH LIGHTS
The Christmas tree is lit with lights,
There are blue shadows underneath.
Spiny needles
It's like there's frost in the white.
She thawed in the warmth,
I straightened out the needles.
And with merry songs
We arrived at our Christmas tree.
L. Nekrasova
BLUE EVENING
Winter evening
In the blue sky
I lit the blue stars.
The branches are pouring
Blue frost
On a blue snowball.
The frost paints it blue
Forget-me-nots in the windows.
And the blue dog yawns
Near the blue booth.
A. Fetisov
CHRISTMAS TREE ON THE STREET
The Christmas tree looks proudly up
He knows - the holiday is coming!
The lights lit up on her,
Like traffic lights!
It's snowing over the Christmas tree,
The snow sparkles on it,
And lives in its branches
Yellow tit.
Near the Christmas tree there are games, laughter,
The cat is squinting under the tree -
This Christmas tree is for everyone
Christmas tree outside?
V. Viktorov
NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATION
They didn't cut down the Christmas tree
We're under New Year.
Near our house
The Christmas tree is growing.
Christmas tree, Christmas tree, green needles,
You are all covered in white frost,
Only the sky is blue!
The Christmas tree is decorated with stars and flags,
And miracle lights burn on the Christmas tree.
We dance in a round dance near the Christmas tree.
Hello, hello, Christmas tree!
Hello, New Year!
I. Vekshegonova
NEW YEAR'S GUESTS
Look at this, guys.
Birds and animals are coming,
They are coming from the forest, in a hurry,
They chirp and squeak.
Animals crowded at the door:
- Open the doors, children!
We are hurrying to your Christmas tree,
Let's amuse everyone and make them laugh!
We answered the guests:
- We are all very glad to see you!
Let's have fun together
Spin around the Christmas tree!
V. Kudlachev
WINTER PICTURES
The sun warms the earth weakly,
The frost crackles at night.
In the snow woman's yard
The carrot nose turned white.
Under a birch tree on a hill
The old hedgehog made a hole
And under the leaves lie
Two little ones are eating.
The squirrel hid in a hollow -
It is both dry and warm,
Stock of mushrooms and berries
So much that you couldn’t eat it in a year.
Under a snag in a windfall
The bear sleeps as if in a house.
He put his paw in his mouth
And, like a little one, he sucks.
Cautious fox
She went to the stream to drink.
Bent over, and the water
Still and solid.
The scythe has no den,
He doesn't need a hole:
Legs save you from enemies,
And from hunger - bark.
In the partridge's clearing
They dig snow without a shovel.
And to the insidious enemy
Don't notice them in the snow.
The tit wants grains,
But he is afraid to sit in the feeder.
“Be bold, don’t be timid!” —
The sparrow invites.
The cat is at the radiator all day
It warms the sides and then the paws.
He's out of the kitchen in the cold
It doesn't go anywhere.
Like a Snow Maiden, in a white fur coat
Masha goes down the hill boldly.
Vasya is rolling a snowball -
He decided to build a house.
Under the window Tamara and Fedya
They sculpt a polar bear.
Their brother, little Oleg,
Snow is carried by a teaspoon.
Lena is skiing
Leaving a clear trail
And behind her is red-haired Bobka,
Only Bobka doesn’t have skis.
There is a good skating rink on the pond,
The ice sparkles like glass.
Alyosha is skating
And in the cold he is warm.
G. Ladonshchikov
SLEDGING
In warm fur coats and earflaps
Snowy winter times
Kids on a fast sled
A steep mountain rushes like a whirlwind.
Children's faces in the wind
They flared up like red.
Let the prickly snow gather dust,
Let the angry frost be angry,
The guys don't care!
N. Belyakov
MEETING WINTER
Hello, guest- winter!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere;
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We will never get used to it, -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!
I. Nikitin
Out into the open spaces
It's cold for a walk.
White patterns
In the braids of the birches.
Snowy paths,
Bare bushes.
Snowflakes are falling
Quiet from above.
In white snowstorms,
In the morning before dawn
They flew into the grove
A flock of bullfinches.
E. Avdienko
It pours, it pours
White snow.
Quietly, quietly,
Like in a dream.
White-white
And thick.
We will tell him:
“Wait,
Everything is already white
All around -
White forest
AND White House,
The field is white,
River".
We'll blind
Snowman,
In a sled
Let's slide down the mountain...
Snow
For kids.
X. Gabitov
Snowflakes are flying,
Snowflakes are flying.
Covered with snow
Forest paths.
From the cold of the jackdaw
They hid in the pipes.
And the hares put on
White fur coats.
Hung naked
The trees are fluffy...
Snowflakes are flying,
Snowflakes are flying.
A. Tetivkin
FREEZING
It's so cold!
The month has frozen to the cloud!
The smoke froze to the chimney,
Someone's sled is going to the river,
Even felt boots in the hut
Warming themselves by the stove.
V. Shulzhik
There's a snowstorm outside
It spreads like white snow.
Looks very proud
The snowy woman is standing.
In festive attire,
Silver, fabulous
She's standing in the snow
Near our window.
Important, angry,
She threatens everyone with a broom.
Black eyes are burning:
“Move away,” they say.
O. Maruni
FREEZING DAY
The frost is crackling. The rivers froze.
Birch trees by the river are trembling.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
The coals are crackling.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In the cozy warmth of the room
Subtle patterns will melt
On painted glass.
P. Obraztsov
WHITE GRANDFATHER
Santa Claus slept in bed,
He stood up, jingling his icicles: -
Where are you, blizzards and blizzards?
Why don't you wake me up?
A mess in the yard -
Mud and puddles in December!
And from my grandfather in fright
Blizzards rushed into the fields.
And the snowstorms came,
They moaned, whistled,
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.
N. Artyukhova
CRACKING STEPS ALONG WHITE STREETS
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.
A. Fet
COLD
Today there are white snowstorms
They wanted to stretch their legs,
And the snowdrifts turned white -
Hundreds of polar bear cubs.
And the spruce trees ring from the cold,
People put on felt boots,
The stars in the sky turned blue
And they are shaking from the cold.
N. Kekhlibareva (translation by M. Sergeev)
Frost is silvering everywhere,
Each branch shines.
The tit jumps and jumps
And he doesn’t sit still:
Like blue feathers
Not covered with frost.
E. Chumicheva
THE WINTER VACATION
The winter vacation!
It is raining since morning.
Shrunk, drooped
Snowy mountain.
The sparrows are chirping
A warm wind swirls.
During the winter holidays
I'm stomping through puddles.
The streams jumped.
The birch tree came to life.
The winter vacation...
At Grandfather Frost's.
B. Erukhimovich
Sections: Extracurricular activities
Target: develop cognitive interest and love of reading.
Tasks:
- To develop children’s interest in the subject “Reading” and literature.
- Develop interest in the works of Russian storytellers.
- Develop creative imagination, thinking, lexicon, student speech.
- Develop imagination, memory, auditory perception, associative thinking of children.
- Foster interest and love for nature.
Preparatory work. The organizers need to prepare the room where the meeting will be held, select visual and musical decorations, teach poems to the children and prepare a retelling of the fairy tale.
Participation in the event contributes to the development of children’s thinking, speech, memory, attention, imagination, their communication abilities, broadens the pupils’ horizons, develops their general culture, activates children’s cognitive interest in the phenomena of the surrounding world, and helps to consolidate students’ knowledge about winter phenomena in nature.
PROGRESS OF THE EVENT
Calm music sounds.
The slide “A. Gerasimov “Winter in the Forest” is shown.
Readers:
One day autumn became sad,
I invited winter to visit.
Two girlfriends met
Young, but like old women.
By autumn winter has come,
I brought a handful of snowflakes,
They all play with them
They decide who goes first.
Presenter: Late fall. Outside the city there was a battle between two seasons. Winter was coming, autumn was defending itself. First, winter carried out reconnaissance. She sent frosts, winds and snow for a short time. The bushes and larches were bare. The grasses have completely withered. Then the decisive onset of winter began. Clouds gathered in the gray sky. Everything froze in anticipation. And here is the first snowfall. Everything around quickly turned white. The roads are snowy. The trees were covered with heavy caps of snow. Real winter has come.
The Snowflake illumination turns on.
Presenter:
Mother has clouds behind the white mountain,
A snowflake was born in cold times.
The icy storm rocked my daughter,
In the fogs of the night I swaddled her.
And the daughter grew up and asked the cloud:
- Oh, mom! I will leave the mountain peaks!
Ah, mother cloud, I’ll fly down,
I want to touch the earth with my palm.
V. Berestov “Mother has clouds, behind the white mountain...”
Readers:
The month began to reckon with the sun,
Who should get up first?
One two three four five,
The wind came out to fly.
He sent out winged birds,
Clouds of gray and shaggy.
The firmament has become fuzzy,
It snows day and night.
And between the clouds, under the window
The Moon and the Sun are crying bitterly:
One two three four five,
Who will clear the clouds?
S. Gorodetsky “First Snow”
The presenter reads an excerpt from a fairy tale by T. Kryukova
"Why there are four seasons in a year."
The phonogram of the song “Winter” plays
(music by E. Khanka, lyrics by S. Ostrovoy) - instrumental version.
Presenter:
Winter lived in a hut at the edge of the forest.
She salted snowballs in a birch tub,
She spun yarn, she wove canvas,
Forged ice bridges over rivers.
The ceiling is icy, the door is creaky,
Behind the rough wall the darkness is prickly.
As soon as you step over the threshold, there is frost everywhere,
And from the windows the park is blue and blue.
I went hunting, forged silver,
She planted the thin moon in a crystal bucket.
I sewed fur coats for trees, made sledge paths,
And then she hurried into the forest to rest in the hut.
Readers:
It's quiet in the forest
The winter dressmaker entered.
Birches are very happy:
- Thanks for the outfits!
Fluffy and white
Winter outfits made
And for forests and fields -
Let them be warmer!
To all the trees in the forest
Winter gave us handkerchiefs,
And dressed them in fur coats -
I'm having fun! A. Ostrovsky “Winter the Dressmaker”
The slide “Yu. Clover “Winter Landscape” is shown.
Presenter: The Russian forest is beautiful and wonderful in winter. Deep, clean snowdrifts lie under the trees. Above the forest paths, the trunks of young birch trees bent in lacy white arches under the weight of frost. The dark green branches of tall and small spruce trees are covered with heavy caps of white snow. The high tops of the fir trees are studded with a necklace of purple cones. I. Sokolov-Mikitov
The presenter lights the candles.
Presenter:
Everything freezes
on a winter evening.
I can't hear the crunch outside the window,
In the living room
the candles didn't go out,
And the quiet house breathes with fairy tales.
Fluffy snow ground cover
Sparkled like bronze in the light.
Cold wind
kind words
I met the beauty - winter.
Katya Minakova, Nizhny Novgorod
The phonogram of P.I. Tchaikovsky’s play “Nanny’s Tale” is playing.
The slide “V. Maksimov “Grandma's Tales” is projected onto the backdrop of the stage.
Presenter:
A winter evening wanders outside the window.
Shadows scattered throughout the light.
- Tell me, dear, how Ivan Tsarevich
He rode through the forest on the Gray Wolf.
Grandma will put down her needlework.
And faces instantly brighten...
And he will ride on the Emelya stove,
And the Firebird will fly above the cloud.
Both adults and children listen
Let the plot be familiar a long time ago.
And the infant absorbs these
Fairy tales with mother's milk.
The mouse above the ceiling is quiet,
And the cricket behind the stove falls silent.
Only the blizzard howls outside the window,
That they are not allowed to listen to her. A. Usachev “Grandmother's Tales”
The slide “A. Vasnetsov “Winter Dream” is shown.
Presenter: The whole forest is like a magical winter fairy tale...
Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Oh, spring would come soon...
E. Yavetskaya “Winter the needlewoman”
Winter evening in the blue sky
The stars lit up bright.
The branches are pouring fluffy snow
On a blue snowball.
A fairy tale is quietly knocking on the door.
Let her in, buddy!
Children retell T. Marshalova's fairy tale
"About the Spider who couldn't weave a web."
Presenter:
White, delicious snow is falling,
Goes straight into your mouth
If I really want to,
I'll swallow the snow all at once!
And then what will happen, brothers!..
M. Druzhinina “Me and the Snow”
What do you guys think will happen? Let's watch the cartoon and learn about the adventures of a cute and funny bear cub.
The cartoon “Winter's Tale” (based on the fairy tale by S. Kozlov) is shown.
Presenter:
This is how much snow fell,
What covered the whole earth with a carpet?
And the trees, as if in fairy-tale bliss,
It fluffed up with solid silver...
I'm walking on this fabulous morning,
And all around is a white forest, a white forest...
Who wrapped life in this fairy tale,
Showing so many winter wonders?
All the bushes are dressed with lace...
And the fur fluffs on the pine trees,
And the children admire the fairy tale,
Let laughter ring with overflows. L. Solma “Winter morning - a fairy tale”
The presenter reads N. Sladkov’s fairy tale “How the Bear was Turned Over.”
Presenter:
The evening wanders quietly
Sometimes late in winter.
A noisy wind goes to bed
Under a snow-capped mountain.
The silver moon looks out the window.
Winter put the handicrafts in a basket.
The night comes unnoticed into the houses,
It's time to say goodbye to the fairy tale. N. Denisova
Goodbye friends! See you again with a kind and wise fairy tale!
Literature:
- "Big book about nature." Moscow, "DROFA-PLUS", 2008.
- “Walking through the Tretyakov Gallery with the poet Andrei Usachev”, Moscow, “DROFA-PLUS”, 2007.
- T. Kryukova“Why Fairy Tales”, Moscow, “Aquilegia-M”, 2008.
