Stories about winter for younger students. You can also read these stories to children aged 4 and over. These are instructive stories and tales about the winter forest, fox, bunnies, etc. These are stories and tales about good and evil.
What can a snowdrift tell about.
And so the winter ends. Do you want to remember what it was like: how often the blizzards swept, how the cold was replaced by thaws?
Take a shovel, cut the snowdrift in half. It is all striped, layered: a gray layer, then a white layer, white and gray, gray and white.
What can the white layer tell you? About the sky from which snowflakes fell. The more of them fell out, the thicker the white layer will be.
What will the gray layer tell you about? The fact that the old snow had time to get dirty, and the new, clean, did not fall out for a long time.
And the icy crust across the snowdrift? What will she tell you? About the thaw.
And a branch with dry leaves that is firmly frozen into a snowdrift? About the storm that plucked her from the tree.
So the whole winter the snowdrift kept records of the weather, and he will tell you everything, just know how to ask him.
Yes, hurry up to ask in time before it melts!
Old man-year-old.
Fairy tale mystery.
An old man came out. He began to wave his sleeve and let the birds go. Each bird has its own special name. The old one-year-old waved for the first time - and the first three birds flew. It blew cold, frost.
The old one-year-old waved a second time - and the second three flew. The snow began to melt, flowers appeared on the fields.
The old one-year-old waved a third time - the third trio flew. It became hot, stuffy, sultry. The peasants began to harvest rye.
The old one-year-old waved for the fourth time - and three more birds flew. A cold wind blew, frequent rain fell, and mists lay.
And the birds were not ordinary. Each bird has four wings. Each wing has seven feathers, each feather also has its own name. One half of the feather is white, the other is black. A bird will wave once - it will become light-light, it will wave another - it will become dark-dark.
Songs under the ice.
It happened in winter: my skis sang! I ran on skis on the lake, and the skis sang. They sang well, like birds.
And around the snow and frost. Nostrils stick together and teeth freeze.
The forest is silent, the lake is silent. The roosters in the village are silent. And the skis are singing!
And their song - like a stream, it flows, it rings. But it’s not the skis, in fact, that sing, where are they, wooden ones. Under the ice someone sings, right under my feet.
If I had gone then, the under-ice song would have remained a wonderful forest mystery. But I didn't leave...
I lay down on the ice and hung my head into the black hole.
During the winter, the water in the lake dried up, and the ice hung over the water like an azure ceiling. Where it hangs, and where it collapses, and steam curls from the dark gaps. But it's not the fish that sing with bird voices there, is it? Maybe there really is a stream there? Or maybe the icicles born from steam are ringing?
And the song is ringing. She is alive and clean, neither a stream, nor fish, nor icicles can sing like that.
Only one creature in the world can sing such a song - a bird ...
I hit the ski on the ice - the song stopped. I stood quietly - the song rang out again.
Then I slammed my ski on the ice with all my might. And just then, a miracle bird fluttered out of the dark abyss. She sat down on the edge of the hole and bowed to me three times.
— Hello, under-ice songbird!
The bird nodded again and sang an under-ice song in plain sight.
“But I know you!” - I said. - You are a dipper - a water sparrow!
Olyadka did not answer: he could only bow and nod. Again he darted under the ice, and his song thundered from there. So what if it's winter? Under the ice there is no wind, no frost, no hawk. Under the ice there is black water and a mysterious green twilight. There, if you whistle louder, everything will ring: the echo will rush, knocking on the icy ceiling, hung with ringing icicles. What would a dipper not sing!
Why don't we listen to him.
Bureau of Forest Services.
Cold February has come to the forest. He piled snowdrifts on the bushes, covered the trees with frost. And the sun, although it shines, does not warm.
Ferret says:
- Save yourself as much as you can!
And Magpie chirps:
"Every man for himself again?" Alone again? No to all together against a common misfortune! So everyone says about us that we only peck and squabble in the forest. It's even embarrassing...
Here the Hare got involved:
- That's right Magpie chirps. There is safety in numbers. I propose to create a Bureau of Forest Services. I, for example, can help partridges. Every day I break the snow on winter trees to the ground, let them peck seeds and greens after me - I don’t feel sorry. Write me, Soroka, to the Bureau at number one!
- There is a smart head in our forest! Magpie rejoiced. - Who is next?
- We're next! cried the crossbills. - We peel the cones on the trees, drop half the cones whole down. Use it, voles and mice, it's not a pity!
“A hare is a digger, crossbills are throwers,” Magpie wrote.
- Who is next?
“Write us down,” grumbled the beavers from their hut. - We piled so many aspens in the fall - enough for everyone. Come to us, moose, roe deer, hares, juicy aspen bark and branches to gnaw!
And it's gone, and it's gone!
Woodpeckers offer their hollows for the night, crows invite to carrion, crows promise to show the landfill. Magpie barely manages to write down.
The wolf also choked on the noise. He spun his ears, looked up with his eyes and said:
"Sign me up for the Bureau!"
- You, Volka, in the Bureau of Services? What do you want to do in it?
“I will serve as a watchman,” Wolf replies.
Who can you guard?
I can take care of everyone! Hares, moose and roe deer near aspens, partridges on greenery, beavers in huts. I am an experienced caretaker. Sheep guarded in the sheepfold, chickens in the chicken coop ...
- You are a robber from the forest road, not a watchman! Magpie screamed. - Pass, pass-metz, by! We know you. It’s me, Magpie, I’ll guard everyone in the forest from you: as soon as I see it, I’ll raise a cry! I’ll write down not you, but myself as a watchman in the Bureau: “Magpie is a watchman.” What am I, worse than others, or what?
So the bird-animals live in the forest. It happens, of course, that they live in such a way that only fluff and feathers fly. But sometimes they help each other out.
Anything can happen in the forest.
Forest thaw.
Oh, what a soft, warm thaw it was!.. Snowflakes swirled, and the forest smelled of spring. The hedgehog was sitting on the porch of his house, sniffing the air and smiling.
“It can’t be,” he thought, “that just yesterday the trees crackled in the forest and the angry Santa Claus creaked under the windows with his big boots, but today he is not at all! Where is he?"
And the Hedgehog began to figure out where Santa Claus could hide.
“If he climbed a pine tree,” the Hedgehog reasoned, “then somewhere under the pine tree there are his big boots. After all, even the Little Bear cannot climb a pine tree in felt boots!
If he climbed under the ice, - the Hedgehog continued to think, - then somewhere on the river there must be a hole and steam must come out of it. Because Santa Claus sits in felt boots at the bottom and breathes. And if he completely left the forest, I will definitely see his traces!
And the Hedgehog put on his skis and ran between the trees. But there were no felt boots under any tree, he did not see a single hole in the river and did not find any traces anywhere.
- Father Frost! shouted the Hedgehog. - Recall-and-is! ..
But it was quiet. Only snowflakes swirled around and somewhere far, far away the Woodpecker knocked.
The hedgehog stopped, closed his eyes and imagined a beautiful Woodpecker with red feathers and a long nose. The woodpecker sat on the top of a pine tree, from time to time threw its head back, squinted and, as if angry, banged its nose: knock! Splashed pine bark and, gently rustling, crumbled into snow ...
“Probably the Woodpecker knows where Santa Claus is,” thought the Hedgehog. “He sits high and can see everything.”
And he ran to the woodpecker.
- Woodpecker! shouted the Hedgehog from afar. Have you seen Santa Claus?
- Knock Knock! - said the Woodpecker. - He left!
Where are his tracks?
The woodpecker hung his nose to the Hedgehog, squinted, looked at him and said:
And he left without a trace!
— How so? - the Hedgehog was surprised.
- It's very simple! A cloud floated up and sank low, low. Santa Claus first threw boots on him, then climbed himself and swam away ...
- Where? - asked the Hedgehog.
- On Kudykina mountain. Knock Knock! - said the Woodpecker.
And the Hedgehog, reassured, went home and on the way he imagined the snow-covered Kudykina Mountain, along which, probably, Santa Claus is now walking and creaking with his big felt boots.
We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it is different, and to tell about it, different words are needed.
And the snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, like from the branches of a Christmas tree, pieces of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes stuck together on the fly. And there is snow that you can’t expose your face to: hard white balls hurt your forehead. They have another name - krupka.
Pure snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunting than by powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!
And snow lies on the ground in different ways. If he lay down, this does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.
You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept out by the janitor-wind, streams, flows along the ground. This is a blowing blizzard - a blowing snow.
If the wind is spinning, snow is blowing in the air - this is a blizzard. Well, and in the steppe, where there is no holding back the wind, a snow storm can break out - a snowstorm. If you shout, you won't hear a voice, you can't see anything within three steps.
February is the month of snowstorms, the month of running and flying snows. In March, the snow becomes lazy. It no longer scatters from the hand, like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: you step on it and your foot will not fall through.
It was over him that the sun and frost conjured. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow turned into an ice crust, hardened. For such stale snow, we have our own hard word - present.
Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquisitive eyes be among them.
(I. Nadezhdina)
First frost
The night passed under a large clear moon, and by morning the first frost had fallen. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun appeared and warmed up, the trees and grasses were doused with such strong dew, such luminous patterns looked from dark forest branches of fir trees, that the diamonds of all our land would not be enough for this decoration.
The pine queen, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.
(M. Prishvin)
quiet snow
They say about silence: "Quieter than water, lower than grass." But what could be quieter than falling snow! It snowed all day yesterday, and as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster bellowed, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...
(M. Prishvin)
Winter has come
The hot summer has flown by gold autumn snow fell - winter came.
Cold winds blew. Trees stood naked in the forest - waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines have become even greener.
Many times snow began to fall in large flakes, and, waking up, people rejoiced at the winter: such a pure winter light shone through the window.
At the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking of dogs could be heard through the forest.
Stretched across the road and disappeared into the spruce forest accelerating hare trail. A fox trail, paw by paw, winds along the road. The squirrel ran across the road and, waving its fluffy tail, jumped onto the Christmas tree.
On the tops of the trees are dark purple cones. Crossbills jump on cones.
Below, on the mountain ash, busty red-throated bullfinches scattered.
The couch potato bear is the best in the forest. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a lair. He broke soft spruce twigs-paws, kicked the odorous resinous bark.
Warm and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Bear lies, from side to side
flips over. He does not hear how a cautious hunter approached the lair.
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Winter is blizzard
Frost walks on the streets at night.
Frost walks around the yard, taps, rumbles. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw such flowers.
- Oh yes Frost!
Frost walks: either he will knock on the wall, then he will click on the gate, then he will shake off the frost from the birch and scare the dormant jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.
In the morning the stoves would be fired up, and Frost was right there—the blue smoke against the gilded sky became frozen pillars above the village.
- Oh yes Frost! ..
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Snow
The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep drifts rise. The forest covered itself with heavy white caps and fell silent.
On the snow tablecloth hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks.
Here at the gnawed aspens, a hare hare set up at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, an ermine ran. A beautiful chain winds along the forest edge the trace of an old fox. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robber wolves passed. And across the wide planted road, blasting the snow with their hooves, the moose crossed...
Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the snow-covered, hushed winter forest.
(K. Ushinsky)
At the edge
Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is calm.
Along the edge of the forest, at the edge of a snowy glade, an old red fox makes his way from a night hunt.
Softly crunches, snow crumbles under the fox's feet. Paw after paw traces follow the fox. He listens and looks at the foxes, whether a mouse squeaks under a tussock in a winter nest, whether a long-eared careless hare jumps out of a bush.
Here she stirred in the knots and, seeing the fox, then-oh-only - a peak! peak! squeaked the little titmouse. Here, whistling and fluttering, a flock of spruce crossbills flew over the edge, hastily scattered over the top of a spruce decorated with cones.
He hears and sees foxes, how a squirrel climbed a tree, and a snow cap fell from a thick swaying branch, crumbling into diamond dust.
He sees everything, hears everything, knows everything in the forest, the old, cunning fox.
(K. Ushinsky)
in the lair
In early winter, as soon as the snow falls, bears lie in the den.
Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness they prepare these winter lairs. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young fir trees, dry forest moss line their homes.
Warm and cozy in bear dens.
As soon as frost hits in the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - the stronger, the more sound they sleep.
In late winter, tiny blind cubs will be born to she-bears.
Warmth for cubs in a snow-covered lair. They smack, suck milk, climb on the back of their mother, a huge, strong she-bear who has made a warm lair for them.
Only in a big thaw, when it starts to drip from the trees and the snow overhang falls from the branches with white caps, the bear wakes up. He wants to know well: has not spring come, has spring begun in the forest?
A bear will stick out of the den, look at the winter forest - and again until spring on the side.
Winter- a magical and fabulous time of the year, the whole natural world froze in a deep sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, you can’t hear the animals, they hide in their minks, they wait out the long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and snowstorm, eternal companions of winter.
Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the world around them in a difficult winter season, how trees survive the winter, animals, how birds hibernate, learn about natural phenomena in winter.
Winter
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 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 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, 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. These 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? 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.
Story about trees in winter.
Trees, having gathered strength over the summer, stop feeding, grow, and fall into a deep sleep by winter.Trees throw them off themselves, refuse them in order to keep the warmth necessary for life. And the leaves dropped from the branches, rotting on the ground, give warmth and protect the roots of the trees from freezing.
Moreover, each tree has a shell that protects plants from frost.
This is the bark. The bark does not let water or air through. The older the tree, the thicker its bark. This is why old trees are more cold tolerant than young ones.
But the best protection from frost is a snow cover. In snowy winters, snow, like a duvet, covers the forest, and even then the forest is not afraid of any cold.
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 - 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 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 falls 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: somewhere an owl screamed, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over the 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, 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.
snow words
We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it is different, and to tell about it, different words are needed.
And the snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, like from the branches of a Christmas tree, pieces of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes stuck together on the fly. And there is snow that you can’t expose your face to: hard white balls hurt your forehead. They have another name - krupka.
Pure snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunting than by powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!
And snow lies on the ground in different ways. If he lay down, this does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.
You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept out by the janitor-wind, streams, flows along the ground. This is a blowing blizzard - a blowing snow.
If the wind is spinning, snow is blowing in the air - this is a blizzard. Well, and in the steppe, where there is no holding back the wind, a snow storm can break out - a snowstorm. If you shout, you won't hear a voice, you can't see anything within three steps.
February is the month of snowstorms, the month of running and flying snows. In March, the snow becomes lazy. It no longer scatters from the hand, like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: you step on it and your foot will not fall through.
It was over him that the sun and frost conjured. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow turned into an ice crust, hardened. For such stale snow, we have our own hard word - present.
Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquisitive eyes be among them.
(I. Nadezhdina)
First frost
The night passed under a large clear moon, and by morning the first frost had fallen. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun came up and warmed up, the trees and grasses were covered with such strong dew, the fir branches looked out of the dark forest with such luminous patterns that the diamonds of all our land would not be enough for this decoration.
The pine queen, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.
(M. Prishvin)
quiet snow
They say about silence: "Quieter than water, lower than grass." But what could be quieter than falling snow! It snowed all day yesterday, and as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster bellowed, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...
(M. Prishvin)
Winter has come
The hot summer flew by, the golden autumn passed, snow fell - winter came.
Cold winds blew. Trees stood naked in the forest - waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines have become even greener.
Many times snow began to fall in large flakes, and, waking up, people rejoiced at the winter: such a pure winter light shone through the window.
At the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking of dogs could be heard through the forest.
Stretched across the road and disappeared into the spruce forest accelerating hare trail. A fox trail, paw by paw, winds along the road. The squirrel ran across the road and, waving its fluffy tail, jumped onto the Christmas tree.
On the tops of the trees are dark purple cones. Crossbills jump on cones.
Below, on the mountain ash, busty red-throated bullfinches scattered.
The couch potato bear is the best in the forest. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a lair. He broke soft spruce twigs-paws, kicked the odorous resinous bark.
Warm and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Bear lies, from side to side
flips over. He does not hear how a cautious hunter approached the lair.
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Winter is blizzard
Frost walks on the streets at night.
Frost walks around the yard, taps, rumbles. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw such flowers.
- Oh yes Frost!
Frost walks: either he will knock on the wall, then he will click on the gate, then he will shake off the frost from the birch and scare the dormant jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.
In the morning the stoves would be fired up, and Frost was right there—the blue smoke against the gilded sky became frozen pillars above the village.
- Oh yes Frost! ..
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Snow
The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep drifts rise. The forest covered itself with heavy white caps and fell silent.
On the snow tablecloth hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks.
Here at the gnawed aspens, a hare hare set up at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, an ermine ran. A beautiful chain winds along the forest edge the trace of an old fox. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robber wolves passed. And across the wide planted road, blasting the snow with their hooves, the moose crossed...
Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the snow-covered, hushed winter forest.
(K. Ushinsky)
At the edge
Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is calm.
Along the edge of the forest, at the edge of a snowy glade, an old red fox makes his way from a night hunt.
Softly crunches, snow crumbles under the fox's feet. Paw after paw traces follow the fox. He listens and looks at the foxes, whether a mouse squeaks under a tussock in a winter nest, whether a long-eared careless hare jumps out of a bush.
Here she stirred in the knots and, seeing the fox, then-oh-only - a peak! peak! squeaked the little titmouse. Here, whistling and fluttering, a flock of spruce crossbills flew over the edge, hastily scattered over the top of a spruce decorated with cones.
He hears and sees foxes, how a squirrel climbed a tree, and a snow cap fell from a thick swaying branch, crumbling into diamond dust.
He sees everything, hears everything, knows everything in the forest, the old, cunning fox.
(K. Ushinsky)
in the lair
In early winter, as soon as the snow falls, bears lie in the den.
Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness they prepare these winter lairs. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young fir trees, dry forest moss line their homes.
Warm and cozy in bear dens.
As soon as frost hits in the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - the stronger, the more sound they sleep.
In late winter, tiny blind cubs will be born to she-bears.
Warmth for cubs in a snow-covered lair. They smack, suck milk, climb on the back of their mother, a huge, strong she-bear who has made a warm lair for them.
Only in a big thaw, when it starts to drip from the trees and the snow overhang falls from the branches with white caps, the bear wakes up. He wants to know well: has not spring come, has spring begun in the forest?
A bear will stick out of the den, look at the winter forest - and again until spring on the side.
(K. Ushinsky)
What is a natural phenomenon?
Definition. Any change in nature is called a phenomenon of nature: the wind changed direction, the sun rose, hatched, from an egg, a chicken.
Nature is both living and non-living.
Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.
Examples of weather changes: temperature drop, frost, snowfall, blizzard, blizzard, black ice, thaw.
Seasonal phenomena of nature.
All changes in nature associated with the change of seasons - seasons(spring, summer, autumn, winter) are called seasonal natural phenomena.
Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.
Example: ice formed on the water, snow covered the ground, the sun does not heat, icicles and ice appeared.
The transformation of water into ice is a seasonal phenomenon in inanimate nature.
Observable natural phenomena in inanimate nature occurring around us:
Frost covers rivers and lakes with ice. Draws funny patterns on the windows. Bites nose and cheeks.
Snowflakes are falling from the sky. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.
Snowstorms and blizzards cover the roads.
The sun is low above the earth and weakly warms.
It's cold outside, the days are short and the nights are long.
Comes New Year. The city is dressed in elegant garlands.
In the thaw, the snow melts and freezes, forming ice on the roads.
Large icicles grow on the roofs.
What phenomena of wildlife can be observed in winter
For example: bears hibernate, trees shed their leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, children went outside with sleds.
In winter, trees stand without leaves - this phenomenon is called seasonal.
Examples of changes that occur in winter in wildlife that we observe:
Flora, wildlife, resting in winter.
The bear sleeps in its lair and sucks its paw.
Trees and grasses sleep in the meadows, covered with a warm blanket - snow.
Animals are cold in winter, they wear beautiful and fluffy fur coats.
Hares change clothes - they change their gray coat to white.
People wear warm clothes: hats, fur coats, felt boots and mittens.
Children go sledding, skating, making a snowman and playing snowballs.
On New Year's Eve, children decorate the Christmas tree with toys and have fun.
On the holiday come to us, the Snow Maiden and Santa Claus.
In winter, birds - tits and bullfinches - fly to our feeders from the forest.
Birds and animals, in winter, starve. People feed them.
More winter stories:
Poetic miniatures about winter. Prishvin Mikhail MikhailovichK.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 falls 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: somewhere an owl screamed, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over the 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, 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 falls 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: somewhere an owl screamed, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over the 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, 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.
