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Fairy tales about primroses
creative works students 3 - A class
primroses
Once alone magical night all the flowers have gathered. They argued for a long time about who would bloom first, who would be second, and who would be third... Almost in the morning, all disputes were resolved and the flowering time was set for each.
And suddenly one flower said:
And who will appreciate and protect us? Who will appreciate our beauty and usefulness?
Flowers spent a lot of time pondering this question.
And the snowdrop said:
You need to please a person with their beauty and fragrance. You need to appear first after a long winter, be long-awaited and tender. The person wants to save me. So he will do with subsequent colors. Man will learn to take care of us. He must learn to take care of the flowers!
Let's take care of the flowers, because we are waiting for miracles in the spring. And primroses are the real miracles.
Savitskaya Elena
save the primroses
Last year, in early April, my mother and I went for a walk in the forest. The trees were still dark, bare, without green leaves. There was almost no snow anywhere. And on the thawed patches, warmed by the sun, blue flowers sparkled brightly - snowdrops.
Primroses: blueberries, snowdrops, lilies of the valley, violets are called the smile of spring.
fragile petals, shimmering in the sun with bright colors, notify us of the arrival of heat.
When I saw the snowdrops, my mood lifted. I wanted to pick a bouquet of flowers and bring home. But my mother said not to do it.
If we and other people tear bouquets, then our fields will be empty. Next year we will not be able to admire the primroses.
Nature must be protected. You can admire the flowers when you walk in the field or in the forest. And bouquets should be given from decorative flowers that a person grows himself.
Krokhina Ksenia
Snowdrops in the forest
Spring came. More and more often the sun began to appear in the forest, the singing of birds was heard louder. The snow began to melt. Everything around was alive and changing. The trees in the forest slowly swayed from the wind and seemed to whisper: “Spring. Spring came." And the forest dwellers rejoiced at every sunny day, the arrival of spring.
On a clearing covered with snow, near the old oak, the first flowers appeared - snowdrops. Pure and tender snowdrops surprised everyone in the forest with their extraordinary beauty. On thin stems, white snowdrops seemed fragile and defenseless. But in fact they are brave and bold, because the first ones appeared from under the snow.
Snowdrops are the first spring flowers that amaze with their beauty and singularity. All the inhabitants of the forest admire and rejoice at the first flowers.
Ivan Zheltikov
People, take care of primroses
As soon as the snow begins to melt, stubborn tender primrose sprouts break through the ground on the thawed patches. Neither freezing spring rain, nor belated snow that falls from the sky, nor frost can stop them. To see their true beauty and charm, you need to look closely. They are so fragile and delicate, with a delicate aroma - spring primroses that can disappear if people do not stop destroying them. In the spring, the townspeople go out into nature and begin to trample, tear plants in large quantities. Delicate bouquets quickly wither and lose their charm, but this does not stop people.
When you see how vacationers collect bouquets of primroses, you need to convince them not to do this, but to take pity on nature, save it for children and grandchildren. After all, these rare fragile spring flowers are good in their natural environment. You can also admire primroses in the forest, while taking photos of amazing beauty. And then at any time of the year, looking at the photo, you can remember the aroma of a wonderful flower.
People, take care of primroses, it's nice to see the first flower after a long winter! We all must understand that nature is generous to those who know how to appreciate and preserve it.
Denis Nosov
Don't tear the primroses!
A starling without notes knocks at my window,
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the branches opened in the yard,
And the buds on the trees
Shine like flowers.
The last snow has melted
Streams run around.
The snowdrop is already growing
Our spring is coming!
snowdrop blooms,
Captivates with its beauty
And don't take your eyes off him.
I so want to rip it off.
To decorate the house
Fill the room with comfort and warmth.
Don't tear the primroses!
After all, if we collect them in bouquets,
Primroses will die.
And all our land
Stay poor.
And our future children
They don't know what primroses are.
Seregin Maxim
Heralds of Spring
So the winter is over. The snow has long since melted. Birds began to sing in the morning. Vika went for a walk. There she met her friends. The children decided to go to the playground. On the way, the children looked at nature. They saw an unusually beautiful meadow with flowers. The children were surprised at the early flowers.
Hurry up and collect, - Natasha shouted.
And the guys began to tear flowers into bouquets for mothers.
Vika read books about early flowers. She remembered. that they are also called primroses, heralds of spring. she suddenly cried out:
Stop for a minute.
Her friends suddenly listened.
I know what kind of flowers these are,” Vika said. These are snowdrops. The most fragile, beautiful and tender.
Yes, they were snowdrops. These flowers are listed in the Red Book. The children began to admire such a beautiful meadow. Each child thought about his own. But they all understood that the real spring had come and the earth was slowly waking up from its winter sleep.
Victoria Piltai
Spring
Spring has come to us with greetings
Tell that the world has woken up
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shower us with your light,
To make everyone smile.
To all the trees in the world
Dress up in green.
To make your smile wider
And there was light in his eyes.
Birds to fly
And flowers to bloom
All fields are green.
You and I were happy!
For flowers to sprout
Unusual beauty.
We would all protect them
And they were called snowdrops.
Would you show love?
Yes, they showed love
They didn’t lie and didn’t trample,
And if only poems were written about them.
Big hello to the first spring flowers from Victoria Piltai.
Spring came
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spring came
tulips bloom
Lilac smells in the yard
And in the blue and bottomless sky,
The swallows are already flying.
The snow melted outside
The hare threw off his white fur.
And cherry blossoms in the garden
There is a smell from everywhere.
The sun is shining in the sky.
Disperses clouds in the sky,
All fields are in color
And welcome spring.
Maria Firsova
There lived a little girl in the world. She had a magical dream. The girl wanted to grow an unusual front garden of flowers so that all passers-by would be happy looking at this blooming beauty.
Very carefully and diligently, she planted small bulbs, watered them and waited for sprouts to appear ...
And the onions, meanwhile, were sitting underground and arguing. They were afraid of the unknown and big world, and could not decide who would be bolder and throw out the sprout first.
Snowdrop was the first to decide. He was eager to see the warm sun and gentle spring.
He stretched out with all his strength from his bulb...sprouted a sprout...stretched again...but he did not have enough strength to break through the soil. He wanted to be an example for other flowers that were watching him with might and main. The next morning, the girl came to her front garden and again began to water the bulbs, in the hope that the flowers would grow.
But the bulbs sat deep in the ground and did not want to appear in any way, they were afraid that they, just like the Snowdrop, would not succeed.
And suddenly ... the girl sang ... She sang such a magical song about spring, about the warm sun, about birds and butterflies fluttering merrily in the sky, her voice flowed like a sonorous stream ... Snowdrop, having heard this beautiful fairy tale, decided the song, no matter what began to break through the stubborn earth and see all these miracles with my own eyes. He stretched his arrows, arms up, stretched again. He rested his roots on the ground and began to slowly rise. It was very hard for him, the ground was dense, the Snowdrop was very tired, but he could not give up - all the other flowers looked at him with all their eyes.
The girl's song came to him in a magical stream, and he climbed with all his might.
As soon as the top of his head came into the light, something burned his head with cold. The snowdrop cringed and wanted to hide, so as not to frostbite and ruin his panama hat with white frills - petals.
“Come on, little one, don’t be shy,” he suddenly heard the girl’s voice.
Little Snowdrop gathered his strength, straightened his shoulders and rushed forward. And he poked himself up to his waist out of the ground!
The sun blinded him, and he narrowed his eyes. Melt water washed his face and Snowdrop opened his eyes wide. He saw, high above the trees, a bright blue sky and funny fluffy clouds in it. Clouds frolic and ran across the sky. And ruffled sparrows jumped from branch to branch one after another. They also felt spring and warmth.
- You are the most daring Snowdrop! You are the first spring flower!!! - the girl was delighted.
The sun stroked Snowdrop's head with warm rays. On his panama hat, the petals straightened out and became very delicate and beautiful.
" Blimey!" - exclaimed the Flower, - “For the sake of this, it was worth spending so much effort! It's incredible and wonderful world! How cool it is here!!!”, and he laughed loudly.
The rest of the onions from under the ground heard his sonorous laughter and also rushed towards Spring.
Vlad Vasilyeva
Ancient beliefs about spring flowers become relevant on the eve of the onset of spring, as they are a storehouse of information about the characteristics of plants, the nuances of growing and caring for them. It forms flower legends and an opinion about which specimen will successfully fit into the design of a spring flower garden, with which relatives the flowers will be comfortable, which ones should be discarded.
The first flowers as a symbol of spring
Try to mentally imagine the image of spring: the silhouette of a young long-haired beauty with a variety of flowers and herbs woven into curls will appear in your imagination. Perhaps you will see a beautiful forest landscape with a stream, thawed patches and the first snowdrops breaking through the bare soil.
For some, the associative series will lead to a vision of a bright festive event - beloved by the beautiful half on March 8, and someone will even feel the breath of the breeze carrying the aromas of herbs reviving after winter.
Definitely, your virtual picture will not do without flowers. Can you remember the names of the representatives of the flora that bloom first? Check yourself and loved ones!
The desire to know the nature of the universe and get closer to the creator encourages humanity to move forward and shock the world with new scientific discoveries, including achievements in the artificial cultivation of wild plants without reference to the season.
However, no matter how far people go in their experiments, they always rejoice at the appearance of the first flowers that made their way without their participation, and the legends invented about wild-growing specimens are fueled by a general interest in spring nature.
A beautiful legend about the appearance of a snowdrop is associated with the first couple in love - Adam and Eve. It says that when the unfortunate lovers expelled from paradise wandered through the snowy desert in winter, Eve could not stand it and burst into tears of repentance. The heart of the Lord trembled, and in order to console his daughter, he turned her tears into living white flowers that grew despite the cold.
There is fairy tale, in which the snowdrop acted as an assistant for snow. The goddess Flora arranged a ball for flowers, and the snow wanted to get on it. Snowdrop took pity on uninvited guest and carried it away, hiding it under a chiton. Now the silvery friend always warms the plant in frost.
Tragic legends in folklore are not uncommon, there is a similar one about the snowdrop. The vile Serpent once stole the sun, not wanting spring to come. However, there was a daredevil, a young man who was not afraid to go down into the asp's lair and managed to free the fiery star. The cost of liberation was the life of a young man - he died from wounds received in a battle with a reptile. Droplets of his blood seeped through the snow into the soil and white flowers grew in their place, resembling the pure soul of a guy, flowers.
As soon as the people do not call the yellow primrose: ram (due to the waviness and fluffiness of the leaves), the key to summer (due to the shape of the inflorescence, similar to a bunch of keys and its sunny color).
The origin of the primrose explains the medieval tradition. Once, the Apostle Peter, the permanent guardian of the gates of paradise, dropped a bunch of golden keys that opened the magical entrance when he heard the news that some sinner was trying to enter the Kingdom of Heaven without permission. The imprint of the key set remained on the ground where he fell, and the first flowers sprouted there. They have become living keys that unlock the doors to warmth and flight.
And they say that the primrose is able to show hidden treasures.
If you happen to see a woman in white robes with a golden shining key on the field, hasten to pick the primroses growing in front of you before her image disappears. These flowers will help you find even a treasure buried deep in the ground. They can be used repeatedly.
The British still believe that fairies, gnomes and fabulous elves are hiding under the petals of an amazing plant. If you hear singing coming from under the cap of a flower, you can.
The ancient Greeks believed that primrose had medicinal property and helps paralyzed people recover. According to legend, this flower is the personification of the beautiful young man Paralysos, who died of love.
And in the Scandinavian sagas, “primus” are the keys of the fertility goddess Freya, falling from her rainbow necklace and opening spring.
What various legends do not associate with delicate flowers lily of the valley
- tears of the sea princess Magi, rejected by the famous epic hero Sadko;
- drops of the divine sweat of the ancient Roman warrior Diana, which fell on the grass during her escape from the enamored Faun;
- the beads of the scattered necklace of the beautiful Snow White;
- the place of residence of the wood elves;
- the burning tears of the Mother of God, which she shed under the cross of her crucified son;
- pearls, into which the happy laughter of Mavka, a fabulous forest creature in love, has turned.
Many legends associate the lily of the valley with love experiences, so for centuries it has been considered a symbol of love among different peoples.
The legend of the ancient Celts deserves attention, according to which a rare plant is the treasure of the elves, scattered around the world.
One day, young hunters accidentally noticed a magical man in the forest with a precious burden and followed him. Their eyes saw a whole mountain of pearls lying under a sprawling tree. When one hunter touched the pearl hill, it crumbled. Forgetting a precaution, the whole group rushed to collect mother-of-pearl balls, and attracted the elven king with their noise. Seeing the outrage, he turned all the pearls into fragrant silver flowers ...
To this day, elves rub lilies of the valley with napkins woven from moonlight and take revenge on the greedy representatives of humanity.
Legends and are of interest to novice gardeners and breeders. After all, they help to better recognize the essence of an outlandish plant and understand how to properly care for it.
Iris is considered one of the first plants that appeared on earth. The first "cockerel" attracted all animals, insects, birds with its beauty. The wind and water admired him, thanks to which the seeds of a wonderful flower scattered around the world, sprouted, and the gift of nature won the love of all the inhabitants of the Earth.
The iris adorns the coat of arms of blooming Florence, because these beautiful flowers have grown around it for centuries. And they got their name from Hippocrates, who compared the plant with a rainbow, along which the goddess Irida descended to earth. Since then, they talk about irises only as about Irida flowers.
Ancient Roman and Greek myths repeatedly mention the "iris" as a rainbow flower that gives people hope. The Egyptians considered the "Cuffed" to be a symbol of eloquence. The Arabs called it the flower of sorrow and planted its variety with white inflorescences on the graves of deceased relatives.
In the beliefs of the ancient Slavs, irises grew in places where lightning struck during the wrath of the Thunder God Perun, the popular name "Perunik" has survived to this day.
The Japanese have built a cult around the perennial - the whole country is famous for its iris gardens. The words “iris” and “warrior spirit” are denoted by the same hieroglyph, even a separate day is dedicated to admiring the flower - March 5. Magic iris talismans are made for boys, a healing decoction is prepared from a mixture of the inflorescence of a plant and an orange - May pearls. All household utensils are decorated with images of pointed petals of a rainbow flower.
An ancient Greek story is associated with the name of the rain flower. Hyacinthus was a god, but his glory faded in the rays of the beauty of Apollo. Hyacinth and the god of beauty Apollo were friends, and often competed in agility and athletic skills.
Once, Apollo unsuccessfully threw a discus and hit Hyacinthus, inflicting a mortal wound on an opponent in games. The youth's blood splashed onto the grass, and subsequently, blood-red fragrant flowers sprouted from the soil.
The appearance of the flower of sorrow is also associated with the Trojan War. Allegedly in those days, two strong warriors Ajax and Odysseus claimed the rights to possess the weapons of Achilles (Achilles) after his death. The elders gave the subject of the dispute to Odysseus, and the offended Ajax pierced himself with a sword, unable to withstand the insult. The plant that emerged from the bloody drops of a suicide bomber is shaped like the first letters of his name - Α (alpha), Υ (Upsilon).
Oriental poets (Navoi, Firduosi) sang hyacinth as "curls of houris" because of the softness and fringe of its petals.
Introduce spring garden without this flower it is impossible, because the breeding of tulips has long been considered an occupation worthy of noble, clairvoyant persons. Legends about him are devoted to coloring.
For example, a red tulip is considered a symbol of true love between the Tajik girl Shirin and the poor stonecutter Farhad.
When the time came for Shirin to get married, she gave herself an ultimatum that she would give herself to someone who would dig a canal from the river to her house overnight. Farhad rushed to complete the task and almost finished the job, but the vile prince, who claims to be the girl's hand, deceived the poor fellow, saying that he had already agreed on the date of the wedding with Shirin. In desperation, Farhad killed himself by hitting his head on a pickaxe, and scarlet tulips grew from the soil, irrigated with drops of his blood. Shirin remained a virgin, loving Farhad until her death.
Many try to test the superstition about yellow tulip: "If you open its bud, you will get happiness." They say that such an action was only once succeeded by a child who was simply sincerely surprised at the beauty of an unprecedented flower. The tulip itself opened the petals to the baby - and he was happy!
The British believe that tulips were once endowed with different shades by those who settled in the garden at old woman fairies. When she saw the little guests sleeping peacefully in the buds, she was not too lazy and planted several more rows of plants.
Seeing the care, they painted the tulips and gave them an unsurpassed aroma. After the death of the old woman, the garden was repeatedly destroyed by her greedy relatives. The fairies had to get out of the inhospitable place, and as soon as they flew away, the flowers stopped fragrant.
A real spring came: the sun warmed every day more and more, the snow melted, and streams ran along the ravines, buds swelled on the trees. The hedgehog, having washed himself and had breakfast with carrots, went for a walk. The weather was so good that it was simply unbearable to stay at home. As soon as the Hedgehog came out, his eyes squinted from the bright light that flooded the entire clearing. Poobvyknuv a little, the Hedgehog walked along the path.
He walked slowly, he had nowhere to rush and he wanted to enjoy the beauty of awakening nature to his fullest. He admired the play of sunbeams on the thawed patches, listened to the slender choir of drops, watched the snow slowly but surely melt in the clearing. Having passed the clearing, the Hedgehog went deeper into the forest. Winter still reigned in the forest: there were snowdrifts, it was cool and damp. The Hedgehog did not like it in the forest, and he decided to turn back, but then he noticed that someone was swarming in a snowdrift, scattering snow in different sides. The hedgehog became interested, and he came closer. Imagine his surprise when a Hare was found in a snowdrift.
Hello Bunny! - the Hedgehog shouted joyfully. - With the onset of spring you!
The hare, frightened, jumped out of the snowdrift and rushed to his house, but halfway through he realized that his friend, the Hedgehog, had frightened him, and returned.
Hi hedgehog. Well, you scared me. Almost my heart skipped a beat.
Sorry, - the Hedgehog was embarrassed, - I thought you noticed me.
No, I was so carried away that I probably would not have noticed the fox. It's good that you came to watch. When you see a fox, you scream. - The hare again dived into the snowdrift and began to dig.
The hedgehog became very curious, and he asked:
And what are you doing?
I'm looking for, - the Hare muttered.
Looking for? And what are you looking for?
The hare did not immediately answer, he dug a little more in the snowdrift, got out and sighed wearily:
And there isn't. You see, Hedgehog, I recently met Belka. We chatted and she said snowdrops would be coming soon.
Snowdrops?
Yes! These are the flowers that grow under the snow. I was so delighted to learn about them that I decided to give my hare ... these snowdrops.
Great! - agreed Hedgehog.
It's great, it's great, but now I'm breaking the seventh snowdrift, but there are no snowdrops!
So what, - the Hedgehog said calmly, - you won’t find it today, you will find it tomorrow or when all the snow has melted.
That's the whole difficulty, - the Hare sighed so sadly that he almost cried, - I was so glad to learn about the snowdrops that I immediately told the hare about them and promised to give them to her today. She was so happy, so happy ... - and then the Hare wept bitterly.
It’s not good to promise something that you’re not sure of, - the Hedgehog noticed, - but you can’t help grief with tears, let’s go look for your snowdrops. Where can they be?
If they grow under the snow, - the Hare began to reason, calming down, - then you need to look for them where there is a lot of snow. And the snow now remains only in the forest.
Then let's go! - Commanded the Hedgehog. - There is nothing to waste time.
Friends spent the whole day looking for snowdrops. They dug in the snow. They looked under the trees and in the ravines. They dug through all the snowdrifts in the neighborhood, but they did not find anything.
Already in the evening, returning home, the Hedgehog, in order to somehow calm the Hare, asked:
Or maybe Belka made a mistake? Maybe there are no snowdrops?
I don’t know, - the Hare sighed, - how will I look the hare in the eyes now? - He was sad, passing through the white edge of the forest.
The hedgehog followed the hare.
Strange, - the Hedgehog noticed, - in the morning there was very little snow, and now the whole edge is white again, as if the snowfall had passed.
I don’t know, - as if the Hare was talking to himself, - what I will say. She, I think, will be very upset when she finds out that I deceived her.
But you didn’t deceive on purpose, but out of ignorance, objected the Hedgehog.
What's the difference, - only sighed obliquely.
Friends reached the Hare's house. At this time, a breeze blew and dispersed the clouds that covered the sky. rose in the sky full moon. In the bright light of the moon, the Hedgehog and the Hare saw a hare. She sat on the threshold of the house and smiled happily. Her half-closed eyes shone with happiness, and her ears hung shyly on her shoulders. Around Zaychikha was full of snowdrops. The whole glade and the edge of the forest were strewn with white flowers.
Thank you, - shedding a tear of happiness, said the Hare, - I did not expect such a gift!
The Hedgehog and the Hare looked around and saw that the entire edge of the forest was covered with a carpet of small white flowers. They walked on them and did not even notice it.
And I did not expect, - the Hare laughed with joy.
It turns out that while he was looking for flowers in the forest, snowdrops blossomed around his house.
I am also very surprised, - agreed the Hedgehog.
Come on, - said the Hare, getting up, - I will give you tea with raspberries, otherwise you must have been cold all day on the street.
The unlucky flower hunters, joking and laughing, went to the Hare's house. They sat at the table for a long time, remembering how they looked for snowdrops in snowdrifts, and drank tea at the same time, admiring the view from the window of a meadow covered with the first flowers of spring.
