Small stories about winter. Winter stories and winter animals

Winter is the whitest and most fabulous time of the year. Winter is snow-white snow, lacy snowflakes and the long-awaited New Year holiday.

Poems about winter, proverbs about winter, riddles about winter for schoolchildren

Classics for children

Winter road

Through the wavy mists

The moon is making its way

To the sad glades

She shines a sad light.

On the winter road, boring

The three greyhound runs

One-sounding bell

Thunders tiresomely.

Something is heard native

In the long songs of the driver:

That revelry is daring,

That heart's melancholy ...

No fire, no black hut ...

Wilderness and snow ... towards me

Only miles of striped

Come across one.

(A. Pushkin)

Wonderful picture

How dear you are to me:

White plain

Full moon,

The light of the high heavens,

And shiny snow

And the sledges distant

Lonely run.

The cat sings, squinting his eyes;

The boy is napping on the carpet.

The storm is playing in the yard

The wind whistles in the yard.

"It's enough for you to roll around here, -

Hide the toys and get up!

Come to me to say goodbye

And go to sleep for yourself. "

The boy got up, and the cat with his eyes

He spent and sings everything;

Snow falls through the windows in shreds,

A storm whistles at the gate.

Winter stories for schoolchildren

Snow words

We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it can be different, and different words are needed to tell about it.

And snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, as from the branches Christmas tree, shreds of cotton are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes that stick together on the fly. And there is snow, to which you cannot substitute your face: hard white balls painfully lash the forehead. They have a different name - grits.

Clean, freshly powdered snow is called a powder. There is no better hunting than powder! All tracks are fresh on fresh snow!

And on the ground, snow lies in different ways. Even if he lay down, it does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.

You walk along the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow swept away by the wind-swept wiper is streaming, flowing along the ground. This is a blowing snow - drifting 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 control of the wind, a snowstorm - a blizzard - can play out. You shout - and you won't hear a voice, you won't see anything in three steps.

February is a month of blizzards, a 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 the sun and frost that conjured over him. In the daytime, everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow was covered with an icy crust, became stale. For such a stale snow we have our own hard word - nast.

Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquiring eyes be among them.

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

The night passed under a large clear moon, and by morning the first frost fell. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun came up and warmed up, the trees and grasses were bathed in such strong dew, such luminous patterns looked from dark forest branches of firs, that for this decoration there would not be enough diamonds of all our land.

The queen pine, 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! Yesterday it was snowing all day, and it was as if it had brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster roared, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence from all this grew ...

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

The hot summer flew by, passed Golden autumn, the snow fell - winter came.

Cold winds blew. The trees stood naked in the forest, waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines became even greener.

Many times the snow began to fall in large flakes, and, waking up, people rejoiced in the winter: such a pure winter light shone through the window.

On the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking barking of dogs was heard in the forest.

Stretched across the road and disappeared into the spruce forest trail of a hare. A fox trail, foot by foot, winds along the road. The squirrel ran across the road and, waving its fluffy tail, jumped onto the tree.

On the tops of the trees are dark purple cones. Crossbills jump on the cones.

Below, on a mountain ash, busty red-throated bullfinches scattered.

Best of all in the woods is a sloth-bear-bear. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a den. He broke the soft spruce twigs, tore at the odorous resinous bark.

Warm and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Mishka lies, from side to side

flips over. He does not hear how the cautious hunter approached the den.

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Blizzard winter

Frost walks in the streets at night.

Frost walks around the yard, knocks, rattles. 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: it hits the wall, then it clicks on the gate, then it shakes off the frost from the birch and scares away the dozing jackdaws. Boring Frost. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, bang on the ice, start counting the stars, and the stars - radiant, golden.

In the morning, the stoves will be flooded, and Frost is right there - the blue smoke on the gilded sky over the village has become frozen pillars over the village.

- Oh yes Frost! ..

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Snow

The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep towering snowdrifts. The forest was covered with heavy white caps and fell silent.

Hunters see snow on the tablecloth beautiful patterns animal and bird tracks.

Here at the gnawed aspen, a hare-hare rubbed it at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, ran an ermine. The trail of an old fox winds in a beautiful chain along the forest edge. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robbers-wolves walked. And across a wide planted road, blowing up the snow with their hooves, moose crossed ...

Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in a quiet winter forest covered with a snowy overhang.

(K. Ushinsky)

At the edge

Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is quietly coming.

Along the forest edge, at the edge of a snowy glade, a red old fox is making his way from a night hunt.

The fox crunches softly, the snow crumbles in fluff underfoot. Foot after foot follow the fox's footprints. The fox listens and looks to see if a mouse will squeak under a bump in a winter nest, if a long-eared, careless hare will jump out of the bush.

Here she moved in knots and, seeing a fox, then-oh-very - a peak! peak! - the titmouse squeaked. Here, whistling and fluttering, a flock of spruce crossbills flew over the edge, hastily scattered over the top of a spruce decorated with cones.

The fox hears and sees 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, the old, cunning fox knows everything in the forest.

(K. Ushinsky)

In a den

In early winter, as soon as the snow falls, bears lie in the den.

Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness, they prepare these winter dens. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young Christmas 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 fiercer the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees, the harder, more deeply they sleep.

In late winter, the she-bears will give birth to tiny blind bears.

Warmth to the cubs in a den covered with snow. They smack, suck milk, climb onto the back of their mother - a huge, strong bear, who has arranged a warm den for them.

Only in a big thaw, when it begins to drip from the trees and the snow falls from the branches with white caps, does the bear wake up. He wants to know well: has not spring come, has not begun in the forest?

The bear will stick out from the den, look at the winter forest - and again, until spring, at the side one.

(K. Ushinsky)

Folklore

Riddles

A white blanket lay on the ground,

Summer has come - it's all gone.

Warms in winter

Smolders in the spring

Dies in the summer

Comes alive in the fall.

A strange star fell from the sky

She laid down on my palm - and disappeared.

(Snowflake.)

Three, three arrived,

The horses in those three are white

And the queen is sitting in the sleigh -

Belokosa, white-faced.

How she waved her sleeve -

She covered everything with silver.

(Winter months.)

Folk omens

If frost sweeps over trees and pillars at night, then during the day it will not snow.

And when in February blue is spilled over the forest in the afternoon, they say: "This is for the warmth!"

February is cold and dry - August is hot.

If February is rainy, then the same can be expected in spring and summer.

The beginning of February is fine - expect an early spring, it will be nice.

Proverbs and sayings about winter

In the summer you will lie, and in the winter you will run with the bag.

August gathers and winter eats.

Prepare the sleigh in the summer and the cart in the winter.

In winter, the sun laughs through tears.

Winter is not summer, she is wearing a fur coat.

In a winter coat and frosts - a joke.

The bummer's winter freezes.

In the winter cold everyone is young.

At Christmas on the porch, at Easter by the stove.

These stories will inform children about such a time of the year as winter, tell about the beauty of this time of the year, about seasonal changes in nature, about the New Year and all winter holidays.

Winter's Story "The Book of Winter"

Snow covered the whole earth with a white, even layer. The fields and forest glades are now like the smooth blank pages of some giant book. And whoever passes through them, everyone will sign: "There was such and such here."

It snows during the day. Will end - the pages are blank. You will come in the morning - white pages are covered with many mysterious icons, lines, dots, commas. This means that at night there were different forest dwellers here, walking, jumping, doing something.

Who was? What did you do?

We must quickly make out the incomprehensible signs, read the mysterious letters. It will snow again, and then, as if someone turned the page, - again only clean, smooth white paper in front of his eyes.

Winter Story "New Galoshes"

Real winter has come. A road stretches across the ice across the river. On the glass, frost painted everything he wanted. And deep snow fell on the streets.

- Tanya, you dress properly, - said the grandmother, - now it's not summer.

And she brought her from the closet a winter coat with a fur collar and a knitted woolen shawl. And a few days later, Tanya's mother brought galoshes to boots from the city to Tanya. The galoshes were new and shiny. If you run your finger over them, they will creak and sing! And when Tanya went out into the street, her traces were printed in the snow, like gingerbread. Alyonka admired Tanya's galoshes, even touched them with her hand.

- What new! - she said.

Tanya looked at Alyonka and thought.

- Well, do you want, let's divide? - she said. - One galosh for you and one for me ...

Alyonka laughed:

- Lets do it!

But she looked at her boots and said:

- Yes, she will not fit me - the boots are very large. They have some kind of noses!

Girlfriends walked down the street: what to play? Alyonka said:

- Let's go to the pond, ride on the ice!

- It's good on the pond, - said Tanya, - only there is an ice-hole.

- Well, what then?

- And my grandmother did not tell me to go to the ice hole.

Alyonka looked back at Tanya's hut:

- Your hut is over there, and the pond is over there. Grandma will see something, or what?

Tanya and Alyonka ran to the pond, skated on the ice. And when they returned home, they did not say anything to their grandmother.

But grandmother went to the pond for water, came back and said:

- Tatyanka! And you still ran to the ice hole again?

Tanya goggled at her grandmother:

- And how did you, grandmother, saw?

- I didn't see you, but I saw your tracks, - said the grandmother. - Who else has such new galoshes? Oh, you do not obey, Tanya, your grandmother!

Tanya lowered her eyes, paused, thought, and then said:

- Grandma, I will no longer disobey!

Story about winter "Forest in winter".

Can frost kill a tree?

Of course it can.

If the tree freezes through everything, to the very core, it will die. In especially harsh winters with little snow, many trees die in our country, mostly young ones. All the trees would have disappeared, if each tree had not been cunning in order to preserve heat in itself, to prevent frost deep inside itself.

To feed, grow, give birth to offspring - all this requires a large expenditure of strength, energy, a large expenditure of one's own heat. And so the trees, having gathered strength over the summer, refuse to eat by winter, stop eating, stop growing, do not waste strength on reproduction. Become inactive, sink into deep dream.

Leaves breathe out a lot of heat, down with the leaves for the winter! Trees shed them from themselves, abandon them in order to retain the warmth necessary for life. And by the way, the leaves, thrown from the branches, rotting on the ground, themselves give warmth and protect the delicate roots of trees from freezing.

Little of! Each tree has a shell that protects the living flesh of the plant from frost. All summer, every year, trees are laid under the skin of their trunk and branches a porous cork fabric - a dead layer. The plug does not allow water or air to pass through. The air stagnates in its pores and does not allow heat to escape from the living body of the tree. The older the tree, the thicker the cork layer in it, that is why old, thick trees tolerate the cold better than young trees with thin trunks and branches.

There is also little cork shell. If the fierce frost manages to break through under it, it will meet a reliable chemical defense in the living body of the plant. By winter, various salts and starch converted into sugar are deposited in the sap of trees. And the solution of salts and sugar is very cold-resistant.

But the most best protection from frost - a fluffy snow cover. It is known that caring gardeners deliberately bend chilly young fruit trees to the ground and throw snow at them: this makes them warmer. In winters with many snows, snow, like a duvet, covers the forest, and even then the forest is not afraid of any cold.

No, no matter how fierce the frost is, he cannot kill our northern forest!

Our Bova the prince will stand against all storms and blizzards.

Winter story "Winter Night".

Night fell in the forest.

Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver frost crumbles in flakes. In the dark, high sky, bright winter stars were seemingly invisibly scattered.

Quiet, soundless in the winter forest and forest snowy glades.

But even on frosty winter nights, the hidden life in the forest continues. A frozen branch crunched and broke - this was a white hare running under the trees, softly jumping up and down. Then something hooted and suddenly laughed terribly: somewhere an owl screamed. The wolves howled and fell silent.

Light weasels run along the diamond tablecloth of snow, leaving patterns of footprints, ferrets hunt for mice, owls fly silently over the snowdrifts.

Winter signs for children

Large flakes of snow - a thaw.

A quick thaw is a long frost.

On a frosty day it began to snow - to a thaw.

Snow will fall - to warming.

Daytime snow does not lie, and the first reliable snow falls at night.

The smoke from the chimney spreads to the ground without wind - to the snow.

If the snow that fell at night remains on the branches of trees, then it will not melt on the ground.

Snow falls in large flakes - to bad weather and phlegm.

The cat closes its muzzle with its paw - to a blizzard.

Frequent stars - for warmth and snow, rare - for bad weather and blizzard.

The wind in winter blew from the north side - to a great frost.

A cat on the stove - cold in the yard.

Red fire in the oven - to frost.

Indoor birds are silent - the cold will stand still.

Clear sky - to frost.

The clouds go against the wind - towards the snow.

In the morning dawn, the sun is red - on a blizzard.

Daybreak is faster than usual - towards the snow.

The north wind has blown, but there are no clouds - the frost will hit.

If in winter, entering the hut from the yard, you inherit a lot, - to the thaw (the snow is soft, sticky).

If there was frost at night, don't expect snow during the day.

Firewood burns with a bang - to frost.

Smoke from the chimney in a column - to the frost.

If the wind blew in winter and there was no frost, there will be a storm.

Hares keep near dwellings - to frost.

The stars are bright - to the frost.

Sunset in the clouds - snowfall.

The day will start with fog - there will be a thaw.

Firewood in the stove does not burn well - to a thaw.

If in a frost on the river the water came out on the ice, it will soon be raining or a big thaw.

Frost is weaker in the evening - to precipitation.

The crows scrambled with their whole flock - towards the frost, arranged round dances in the sky - towards the snowfall, they sit on the ground - towards the thaw, settled on the lower branches of the trees - wait for the wind.

Frost on trees - to frost, fog - to thaw.

The cat sleeps soundly and for a long time - to the warmth.

The cuckoo will cuckle - there will be no more frost.

White clouds in winter - to the wind, blue - to warmth.

The sparrows chirped in unison - to the thaw.

Poems about winter for children

Good time

We like frosty

Fluffy time

The night sky is starry

Glittering silver.

And the tree lights up

And dances in a round dance

And so, as it should be,

New Year is coming!

O. Vysotskaya

One day in winter

One day in winter

On our street

Kitten go

I wanted to take a walk:

The kitten came out

Black as soot

And he returned -

White as chalk! ..

K. Maznin

Titmouse

The paws of the titmouse are cold:

It's bad for them without mittens,

Yes, and hungry in the cold ...

I brought them seeds:

Look here

This is delicious food! ..

They sit on my palm,

Warm the paws. Not to be afraid of.

V. Polyakov

Letter in the snow

Embroidered snow

With a beautiful line,

Like a white shirt.

I call dad into the yard:

Look at the pattern!

Dad looks down from above:

Here is a letter to you, Denis! -

Birds and animals write:

"Make us, Denis, feeders!"

N. Golinovskaya

Father Frost

Grandfather looked into the well -

Ice covered the well.

And looked at the river -

He put on an ice sheepskin coat.

Old Santa Claus

If he's joking, then seriously.

V. Lancetti

Trees bloom like winter

There are white caps on the roofs.

And the air is fresh, as if near

The boys are eating cucumbers.

In Marinicheva

Between two birches

The blue lake is covered with ice

The windows froze, the house was whitewashed.

The birdhouse is empty, and the garden is silent.

Plums and cherries are covered with hoarfrost.

Only at the trough between two birches

Nimble birds twine in frost.

G. Ladonshchikov

Sad sparrow

Sparrow

In a gray zipun

Why aren't you cheerful?

Or am I not happy about winter?

I will answer you

my longtime friend:

All my neighbors

We moved south.

The field is empty

The river is sleeping quietly

Leaves flew

With maples and willows,

Distant sun

It began to warm up weakly ...

Still I don't feel like

Fly nowhere.

I know there will be blizzards

Sing here and circle

But separation from the homeland

I will not survive.

G. Ladonschykov

Winter days

Music floats through the winter air ...

It is noisy in the recreation park, the clear ice is strong.

Runners try, they fly on the rink.

Mothers smile, looking at the children.

Snow lenses fall on the ice ...

Both big and small - sports are useful to everyone!

S. Vigdorov

First snow

In the morning the cat brought on its paws

First snow! First snow!

It tastes and smells

First snow! First snow!

It's spinning light, new

Have the guys over their heads

He had a downy shawl

Spread out on the pavement.

It turns white along the fence

I took a nap on the lantern, -

So soon, very soon

The sled will fly from the slides,

So it will be possible again

Build a fortress in the yard!

Ya. Akim

Winter

Hello, in a white sundress

Of silver brocade!

Diamonds are burning on you

Like bright rays.

Hello, Russian young girl,

A beautiful soul!

Snow white winch,

Hello mother winter!

P. Vyazemsky

Winter meeting

Hello, guest winter!

Welcome to us

Songs of the north to sing

Through the fields and steppes.

We have expanse, -

Walk anywhere;

Build bridges over rivers

And spread the carpets.

We won't get used to it -

Let your frost crackle:

Our Russian blood

It burns in the cold!

I. Nikitin

Winter

The forest is bewitched by a sorceress-winter -

And under the snowy fringe

Motionless, dumb,

He shines with a wonderful life.

F. Tyutchev

Winter

Fluffy white snow

Is spinning in the air

And to the ground quietly

Falls, lies down.

And under the morning snow

The field has turned white

Like a shroud

Everything clothed him.

Dark forest - what a cap

Covered himself with a weird

And fell asleep under her

Strong, soundless ...

God's days are short

The sun shines a little

Here came the frosts -

And winter has come.

I. Surikov

Winter morning

Under blue skies

Great carpets

Glittering in the sun, the snow lies;

The transparent forest alone turns black,

And the spruce turns green through the frost,

And the river shines under the ice.

Here is the wind, catching up with clouds,

He breathed, howled - and now she

The winter sorceress is coming.

Came, crumbled; shreds

Hanged on the branches of oak trees;

Laid down in wavy carpets

Among the fields, around the hills;

Brega with a motionless river

Equalized with a plump shroud;

Frost flashed. And we are glad

The pranks of mother winter.

A. Pushkin

Snow yes snow

Snow and snow. The whole hut was skidded.

Snow whitens all around knee-deep.

So frosty, light and white!

Only black, black walls ...

And the breath comes out of the lips

Vapor freezing in the air.

There is smoke creeping out of the pipes;

They are sitting in the window with a samovar.

A. Blok

Winter riddles for children

Name, guys, the month in this riddle here:

His days are shorter than all the days, all the nights are longer than the night,

Snow fell on the fields and meadows until spring.

Only our month will pass, we are celebrating the New Year. (December.)

Who, guess what, the gray-haired mistress:

Shake feather beds - over the world of fluff? (Winter.)

The cold came, the water turned into ice,

The long-eared gray hare turned into a white hare.

The bear stopped roaring, the bear fell into hibernation.

Who's to say, who knows when it happens? (In winter.)

Who is paving a bridge on the river without an ax, without nails and boards? (Freezing.)

And not snow, and not ice, but with silver in winter it will remove the trees. (Frost.)

He entered - no one saw, he said - no one heard.

He blew through the windows and disappeared, and a forest grew on the windows. (Freezing.)

In the new wall, in the round window, the glass is broken during the day, and inserted during the night. (Ice hole.)

Three, three arrived,

The horses in that three are white.

And the queen is sitting in the sleigh -

Belokosa, round-faced,

How she waved her sleeve -

Everything was covered in silver. (Winter and winter months.)

Every day, Seryozhka gives us the clothes.

And he parted with the latter - he himself disappeared somewhere. (Tear-off calendar.)

It flies off in a white flock and sparkles on the fly.

It melts as a cool star in the palm of your hand and in your mouth. (Snow.)

What kind of daring janitor was shoveling snow on the pavement?

Not a shovel, not a broom, but with an iron hand... (Snowplow.)

The miracle janitor is in front of us. With raking hands

In one minute, he raked up an enormous snowdrift (Snowplow.)

Here is a silver meadow, there is no lamb,

A goby does not hum at it, chamomile does not bloom.

Our meadow is good in winter, but you will not find it in spring. (Rink.)

My new friends are both shiny and light

And they frolic with me on the ice, and they are not afraid of the frost. (Skates.)

Two new 2m maple soles:

I put two feet on them - and on big snow run. (Skis.)

We are nimble sisters, run fast craftswomen,

In the rain - we lie, in the snow - we run, this is our regime. (Skis.)

We stood all summer, expecting winters.

Waited for the pores - rushed off the mountain. (Sled.)

Oh, snow has poured! I bring out my horse-friend.

Winter- a magical and fabulous time of the year, all natural world froze in deep sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, the animals are not heard, they hide in their burrows, wait out the long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and blizzard, eternal companions of winter.

By listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the world around them in difficult times. winter time years, how trees survive the winter, animals, how birds winter, learn about the phenomena of nature in winter.

Winter

K.V. Lukashevich

She appeared wrapped up, white, cold.
- Who are you? The children asked.
- I - the season is 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 - Santa Claus will come and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start being naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! - said the children.
- Wait, children ... But I will give you a ride from the mountains, skates and sleds. And after that, your favorite Christmas will come with a merry 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. It was hard for the sparrows. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Little sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
Spared the sparrows kind girl Masha. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day she poured them on her porch. The sparrows flew to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.

Winter

Frosts bound the earth. Rivers and lakes were frozen. White fluffy snow lies everywhere. Children are happy about winter. It's nice to ski in the fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snow woman.
Only animals find it hard in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to the dwelling.
Guys, help our little friends in the winter. Make feeders for the birds.

Volodya was at the Christmas tree

Daniil Kharms, 1930

Volodya was at the tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he couldn't even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Now Volodya saw the gun: "Give! Give!" - shouts. And what "give", he cannot say, because he is so small that he still cannot speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, wants a car, wants a green crocodile. I want everything!
"Give! Give!" - Volodya shouts.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the tree, and Volodya sits in an armchair and rings a rattle. Volodya really liked the rattle!

Last year I was at the Christmas tree of my friends and girlfriends

Vanya Mokhov

Last year I was at the Christmas tree of my friends and girlfriends. It was a lot of fun. At Yashka's tree - I played tag, at Shurka's tree - I played blind man's buff, at Ninka's tree - I looked at pictures, at Volodya's tree - I danced in a round dance, at Lizaveta's tree - I ate chocolate candies, on the tree near Pavlusha - I ate apples and pears.
And this year I will go to the Christmas tree at school - it will be even more fun.

snowman

Once upon a time there was a snowman. He lived at the edge of the forest. Children who came here to play and ride on sleds got rid of it. 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 in place of the 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 to stand 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 gouge a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman got 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 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 has come, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in an autumnal manner, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a dazzling brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on the shop windows and tightly closed windows houses, frost covered the branches of poplars. Will you look along the street that stretches flat ribbon Whether you look around you close up, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally the rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything around is! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly whirl in the air. No matter how thorny the frost is, it is also pleasant. Is it because we all love winter, that it, like spring, 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 at heart that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: "Hello, winter!"

"Hello, long-awaited and cheerful winter!"

The day was mild and hazy. The reddish sun hung low over the long, snow-like stratus clouds. In the garden stood covered with hoarfrost pink trees... The dim shadows in the snow were drenched in the same warm light.

Drifts

(From the story "Nikita's Childhood")

The wide courtyard was covered with shining, white, soft snow. Deep human and frequent dog tracks turned blue in him. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in his nose, pricked his cheeks with needles. The coach house, sheds and stockyards were squat, covered with white caps, as if they had grown into the snow. Like glass, the tracks of runners ran from the house across the entire courtyard.
Nikita ran down the crisp steps from the porch. Downstairs was a brand new pine bench with a twisted bast rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it slides well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking what would be needed, and ran down the road along the garden to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was as if 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 have been poured over these days. In other places, they hung over the river as capes. Just stand on such a cape - and it will sink, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right, the river curled like a bluish shadow between white and fluffy fields. To the left, over the very steep, huts were blackened, the cranes of the village of Sosnovki stuck out. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted. On the snowy cliff, where spots and streaks of ash, which had been raked out of the stoves today, were yellowing, small figures were moving. These were Nikitin's friends - boys from "our end" of the village. And further, where the river curved, barely could be seen other boys, "Kon-chans", very dangerous.
Nikita threw the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grabbed the rope, pushed off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, and snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow dropped over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. I went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed off the bench and dragged her up the hill, sinking knee-deep. When he climbed to the shore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw the black figure of Arkady Ivanovich, taller than a man's height, as it seemed. Nikita grabbed a shovel, threw himself on the bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung like a promontory over the river.
Climbing to the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Digging out a cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged in a bench and began to lay in 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 have you gone? - he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita ... looked into the shelter between the clods. Below, on the ice, stood Arkady Ivanovich with his head raised.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his glasses and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to his waist;
- Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but got stuck again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
“If you don’t want it, don’t need it.” 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 here after all.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Lumps of snow immediately flew from above. Nikita's head stuck out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.

The story "About trees in winter".

Trees, having gathered strength over the summer, stop feeding, grow by winter, and plunge into deep sleep.
Trees shed them from themselves, abandon them in order to retain the warmth necessary for life. Leaves thrown from the branches, rotting on the ground, give warmth and protect the roots of trees from freezing.
Moreover, every tree has a shell that protects plants from frost.
This is the bark. The bark does not allow water or air to pass through. The older the tree, the thicker its bark. This is why older trees tolerate cold better than younger trees.
But the best protection against frost is a snow cover. In winters with many snows, 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 quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell ... a storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. A desert wind broke out on the free space, blew up the snow steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the heavens ... Everything was dressed in white gloom, impenetrable as the darkness of the darkest autumn night!

Everything merged, everything was mixed: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snow dust, which blinded the eyes, took the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, twisted from all sides, coiled from above and below like a snake, and choked everything he came across.

The heart falls in the most awkward person, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from the cold, because the cold during storms is significantly reduced. So terrible is the sight of the indignation of the winter northern nature ...

Buran was furious hour after hour. Raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines were made high mounds ...

Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to gradually subside, which even then continues when the sky is already glittering with a cloudless blue.

Another night passed. The violent wind has died down, the snow has settled. The steppes represented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen ... The sun rolled out onto a clear sky; his rays played on the wavy snow ...

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 fur coat ...

The first snow was falling

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow was falling recently, and everything in nature was under the control of this young snow. The air smelled of snow, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The ground, roofs, trees, benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and from this house they looked different than yesterday. The lanterns burned brighter, the air was clearer ...

Farewell to summer

(In shorthand)

One night I woke up with a strange sensation. It seemed to me that I was deaf in a dream. I was lying with open eyes, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but simply an extraordinary silence fell outside the walls of the house. This silence is called "dead". The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. One could only hear 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 glass everything was snowy and silent. In the misty sky, a lone moon stood at dizzying heights, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I went up to 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 changed so extraordinarily, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched 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 rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow suits the earth very well.
The land was smart, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black stalks of nettles sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated on the first journey.
“So the earth has washed itself,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.
- Where did you get such words, Mitrich? Reuben asked.
- Isn't it true? - the grandfather grinned. - My mother, deceased, said that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never faded.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to forest lakes. Grandfather accompanied us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let my bones ache."
The woods were solemn, light and quiet.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We breathed on them carefully, and they turned into pure drops of water, then grew cloudy, frozen and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the woods until dusk, bypassing familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat crumpled on the mountain ash covered with snow ... In some places in the glades, birds flew over and pitifully squeaked. The sky overhead was very light and white, but towards the horizon it was thickening, and its color resembled lead. Slow clouds of snow came from there.
The woods grew darker and quieter, and finally, thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the gray smoke of the forest. Winter began to dominate the land ...

Winter night

Night fell in the forest.

Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver frost crumbles in flakes. In the dark, high sky, bright winter stars were seemingly invisibly 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 laughed terribly: an owl screamed somewhere, the weasels howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt for mice, owls fly silently over the snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a large-headed gray owlet perched on a naked bitch. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees how life is hidden from people in the winter forest.

Aspen

The aspen forest is beautiful in winter. Against the background of dark fir trees, a delicate lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.

Nocturnal and daytime birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, prankster squirrels add up their reserves for the winter. From thick logs people hollowed out light boats-shuttles, made troughs. In winter, white hares feed on the bark of young aspen. The bitter bark of aspens is eaten by moose.

You used to walk through the forest, and suddenly, suddenly, with a noise, a heavy black grouse would fly off and fly. Almost from under your feet a white hare will jump out and run.

Silver flashes

A short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, dull dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. In the afternoon it chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of children returning from school, squeak a cart of firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky behind the village, silver flashes begin to dance and sparkle - the northern lights.

On a passerine gallop

A little - only the day after the New Year was added to the passerine gallop. And the sun was still not warm - like a bear, on all fours, crawling over the spruce peaks beyond the river.

Snow words

We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it can be different, and different words are needed to tell about it.

And 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 New Year tree, shreds of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes that stick together on the fly. And there is snow, to which you cannot substitute your face: hard white balls painfully lash the forehead. They have a different name - grits.

Clean, freshly powdered snow is called a powder. There is no better hunting than powder! All tracks are fresh on fresh snow!

And on the ground, snow lies in different ways. Even if he lay down, it does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.

You walk along the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow swept away by the wind-swept wiper is streaming, flowing along the ground. This is a blowing snow - drifting snow.

Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquiring eyes be among them.

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

The night passed under a large clear moon, and by morning the first frost fell. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun came and warmed up, the trees and grasses were bathed in such strong dew, branches of fir trees peeked out of the dark forest with such luminous patterns that the diamonds of our entire earth would not have been enough for this decoration.

The queen pine, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.

(M. Prishvin)

Quiet snow

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

Hot summer flew by, golden autumn passed, snow fell - winter came.