Write a fairy tale about winter, forest and New Year (example) (School compositions). Writing a fairy tale about winter Story about winter time of fairy tales

Winter- a magical and fabulous time of the year, all natural world froze in sound 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.

Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the world around in the difficult winter season, 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

Stood 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.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. 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 bird 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. And 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 dance 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, at 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 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 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, there the children left a lot of food. " 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 shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, frost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, stretched out in an even ribbon, whether you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. The occasionally 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 above the long, snow-like stratus clouds. In the garden there were rose trees covered with hoarfrost. 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 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 headlands. 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 stripes were yellow from the ash, which had been removed from the stoves today, 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 out in 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? - asked Nikita.
- 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. How older tree, the thicker its bark. This is why older trees tolerate the 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 white snow 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 snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the heavens ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like 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 a 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, for 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 shining 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

Has come already real winter... The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark speck 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 this house looked different from 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 lay 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 over to the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed for 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 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 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, told that in ancient years, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug ​​and therefore their beauty never waned.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to forest lakes. Grandfather accompanied us to the edge of the forest. 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 cautiously on them, 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 snow clouds came from there.
In the woods it was getting 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, the 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, hidden from people, goes on in the winter forest.

Aspen

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

In the hollows of old thick aspens, nocturnal and daytime birds nest, prankster squirrels add up their reserves for the winter. From thick logs people gouged 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 our 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 - just for sparrow skip the day after the New Year has increased. And the sun was still not warm - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the fir 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, as from the branches Christmas tree, shreds of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes that stick together in flight. 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, flows, flows 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 the wind can not be held back, a snow storm - a blizzard - can play out. You shout - and you will not hear a voice, in three steps you will not see anything.

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 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, 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

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 strengthened her: 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

Hot summer flew by, passed Golden autumn, snow fell - winter has come.

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

Many times large flakes snow began to fall, 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, a fast-moving rabbit trail. A fox trail, foot by foot, winds along the road. The squirrel crossed the road and, waving fluffy tail, jumped on 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 pawpaw-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

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

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Snowy 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 will hit the wall, then it will click on the gate, then it will shake off the frost from the birch and scare 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 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.

On the tablecloth of snow, hunters see beautiful patterns of 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 under the feet of the fox. 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 the knots and, seeing the 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 of the den, look at the winter forest - and again, until spring, at the side one.

(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 alive and inanimate.

Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.

Examples of weather changes: temperature drop, frost, snowfall, blizzard, blizzard, ice, thaw.

Seasonal phenomena of nature.

All changes in nature associated with the change of seasons - seasons (spring, summer, autumn, winter) are called seasonal phenomena of nature.

Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.

Example: ice has formed on the water, snow covered the ground, the sun does not warm, icicles and ice appeared.

The transformation of water into ice is a seasonal phenomenon in inanimate nature.

Observed 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, whirling. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.

Snowstorms and blizzards cover the roads.

The sun is low above the ground and warms weakly.

It's cold outside, the day is short and the nights are long.

New Year is coming. The city dresses up in fancy garlands.

During 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 have thrown leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, children went out into the street with sledges.

In winter, trees stand without leaves - this phenomenon is called seasonal.

Examples of changes that occur in winter in wildlife that we observe:

The flora, wildlife, rests in winter.

The bear sleeps in its den and sucks its paw.

Trees and grasses are sleeping, in the meadows, covered with a warm blanket - snow.

Animals are cold in winter, they wear beautiful and fluffy fur coats.

Hares change clothes - change, their, gray coat for white.

People wear warm clothes: hats, fur coats, felt boots and mittens.

Children go sledding, ice skating, make a snow woman and play snowballs.

On New Years, children decorate the Christmas tree with toys and have fun.

Snegurochka and Santa Claus come to the holiday.

In winter, birds - titmouses and bullfinches - fly from the forest to our feeders.

Birds and animals go hungry in winter. People feed them.

More stories about winter:

"Poetic miniatures about winter". Prishvin Mikhail Mikhailovich

How Vanya found the culprit and made friends with Grandfather Frost

Stood snowy winter... Vanya went out into the yard for a walk. The day before, he and his friend Misha made a snowman. A pretty snowman turned out: eyes-buttons, nose-carrots. Vanya came up to his snowman and sees: that nose does not. Yesterday I was, but not today. The carrots are gone.

What happened? Where did the carrot go? The boy whispered thoughtfully.

The bunny stole her, - the Snowman answered sadly.

Do you know how to talk? - Vanya was amazed.

Today I can, ”the snowman winked. - Before the New Year, the fabulous time comes. Everyone around starts talking. I would not be so upset, but Santa Claus called me to the children for a holiday, but how can I go without a nose?

Why did the bunny take your carrot?

Do not know. He ran, jumped, grabbed the carrot and, without saying anything, galloped off into the forest.

This will not work.

Let's find a bunny and ask him why he did this wrong, Vanya decided.

Our little friend and the Snowman wandered along the path. Soon we reached the forest. We knocked on the hare hole. A bunny came out.

Bunny, why did you steal a carrot from a snowman? - Vanya asked him sternly.

I would not steal, but what should I feed the rabbits with? I prepared a lot of berries for them for the winter and dried them. They were so tasty and sweet. And a bear came and took all my supplies. So I had to steal a carrot, - complained the bunny.

Let's go to the bear, we'll ask why he is acting outrageous, - answered the boy.

The snowman, Vanya and the bunny went to the bear. The bear carried hay in the den. If I saw the guests, I postponed my work.

What do you want, why did you come? - the bear roared menacingly.

You, bear, do not scare us. Better answer: why did you take the berries from the bunny? - Vanya asked boldly.

How can I not pick it up? I will have bear cubs in the spring, what will I feed them? I prepared a lot of delicious grains, and a squirrel galloped up and took everything to her bins. So I had to steal berries from a hare.

We'll have to go to the squirrel now. We need to find out why she did so badly, ”Vanyusha sighed.

All went together to the squirrel. They see a hollow, and a squirrel's tail peeps out of it.

Squirrel, squirrel, come down from the tree. There is a question, - asked Vanya.

The squirrel went down lower:

What question?

Why did you take all the grains from the bear? What should he feed the cubs with in the spring? The boy asked.

And what will I feed my squirrels with? I collected sweet nuts, put them on a tree stump and rode off to my pantry to cook. And someone took my nuts. I returned to the hemp, and it’s empty. Do you think it was pleasant for me to take the grains from the bear? And what can you do! I would like to find out who stole my nuts ... - the squirrel answered with regret.

Vanya remembered how he once came to the forest, and there a whole mountain of nuts lay on a hemp. The boy thought they were no one and took them home. Oh, how ashamed Vanya became! He lowered his head and confessed:

This is my fault. I took away your nuts, I thought they were nobody's.

You didn’t put it down, and it’s not up to you to take it, ”the squirrel said sternly.

What to do now? I ate nuts for a long time. I just can't get them back, - the boy was ready to burst into tears.

All new acquaintances of Vanin's have hung their heads.

Maybe you can take dried mushrooms instead of nuts? My grandmother saved a lot of them, - Vanya turned hopefully to the squirrel.

I'll take it with pleasure! - the squirrel rejoiced. -My kids love mushrooms even more!

Vanyusha ran home, told his mother the whole story. Mom gave Vanya whole package dried fungi. Vanya brought them to the squirrel as soon as possible. The squirrel returned the seeds to the bear. The bear gave the bunny the berries, and the bunny took the carrot to the snowman. Everything fell into place. But Vanya was still worried that because of him the animals could quarrel.

Forgive me, I didn’t mean to offend you, ”the boy turned to all his new acquaintances.

Don't worry, Vanyusha, - suddenly a loud voice rang out, and Santa Claus himself came out into the clearing. - You did the right thing in deciding to figure it out. This is how it should be: if you made a mistake, be able to find the strength in yourself to correct your mistake. I teach this to my granddaughter, Snegurochka. I don’t want you all to lose the mood before the holiday, let's go to my magic tower. Let's drink tea with sweets and put up with it.

The whole day Santa Claus treated his guests. They all had a lot of fun together and made a strong friendship.

When Vanya went out into the yard the next day, the snowman was no longer there.

Wan, do you know where our snowman went? - Misha asked Vanya sadly.

He is at a party with the children. Our snowman was so beautiful that his Santa Claus invited the kids with him to congratulate them on the New Year, bring them joy and gifts. So he left, - explained Vanya.

Great! Will he come back to us?

Description of the winter forest is a classic topic in Russian language and speech development lessons. Such tasks are necessary for schoolchildren, especially in our "digital" age. The child learns to express thoughts on paper, develops, fantasizes and so on. Description of the painting "Winter Forest" is a great opportunity for a child to embody fantasies on paper and create his own unique fairy tale.

What should your essay consist of?

The description of a winter forest is not difficult. You just need to find a source that will inspire you. It can be your own memories of a walk in photos from your smartphone are also perfect for this. Don't have your own photos? No problem. On help will come the Internet. Every beginner and professional photographer has in his arsenal a lot of beautiful pictures about the winter forest. The description of nature in the essay will reflect your attitude towards it.

Any composition should consist of at least three compositional blocks:

1. Introductory part.
2. Main thought.
3. Conclusion.

Moreover, the second point may have a large number of red lines. Do not forget to choose an epigraph for your opus.

and why is it needed?

An epigraph is a quote that a writer writes at the beginning of his creation. It is necessary to convey the author's attitude to the topic or problem of the composition. For example, if your "Winter Forest" (essay-description) is a review of a wonderful time of the year, then borrow the words of A.S. Pushkin. In his poem, he said: "Frost and sun - a wonderful day" ... Everyone once learned this verse and remembers the continuation.

But you shouldn't go deep into writing the epigraph. A couple of lines of the poem are enough.

Where to start and how to finish the student's masterpiece "Winter Forest" (essay-description)?

The introductory part, like all other fragments of the text, must correspond to the epigraph. If we began to write about a wonderful day, then we continue in the same spirit. We begin the introduction with a vivid memory. For example, how we had fun walking in the woods. Many people love to ski - this is a great excuse to start describing the winter forest. In the conclusion, they usually write a conclusion that expresses your own attitude to the topic of the essay. Describe how you feel about seeing a picture.

Winter Forest Description: Sample

“Once my mother and I had a chance to go skiing in a winter forest. It was not far from the city of Berdsk. We were then resting in a sanatorium. The procedures were completed, I did not want to sit in the building, and the weather was wonderful. We rented two pairs of skis and went to the forest across the road.

As soon as we crossed the highway, we found ourselves in a completely different world. There was silence. Even the wind did not sway the branches of centuries-old pines. They were huge. Lifting my head, I saw how these mighty coniferous trees rested against the sky. Snow-white and lush hats already lay on their massive branches. Breathing in clean and Fresh air, my mother and I got on the track.

We did not move quickly, we enjoyed the beautiful Pines flashed, in some places they alternated with thin-stemmed and graceful birches. And sometimes mountain ash came across in the forest. How beautiful is the contrast of a bright red rowan cluster on white snow! The bullfinches have not eaten all the berries yet. And here they are! Cheerfully jumping from branch to branch, waving their wings. Crested waxwings sit a little higher. Highly beautiful birds... They are said to be easy to tame.

Mom and I are moving on. The forest is getting thicker sunlight not much anymore. It means that dusk will soon come, and night will come to the forest. And our ski trail runs through an arch of trees. The branches began to bend under the weight of the snow, forming an arch, as if it were a portal to another dimension. I could not resist and took a photo. Then we had to turn in the opposite direction.

Empty cones lie on tall white snowdrifts. Who could have scattered them in the sleeping forest? Yes, yes, they are the agile and nimble squirrels. By winter they changed their red color to dark gray. So quickly they touch the round bumps with their fingers that you are amazed. They say that the winter forest is lifeless and dead. But this is not the case. The forest is just asleep. He is resting and gaining strength for the next summer.

It is getting dark. The frost grows stronger. The sun almost disappeared and it became scary. We accelerated. From the mysterious picture that opened, thoughts began to come to mind that now a huge and hungry flock of wolves would emerge from the trees. The feeling of silence did not bring as much joy as it did at the beginning of the walk. But, moving on, we approached the highway. Cars could be heard rustling, and the fear gradually receded. Finally, the track was cut off. The trees became less frequent, which meant that we were out on the road, and the pack of hungry wolves would not overtake us. We took off our skis and went to the building. "

Conclusion

And so you can finish the essay.

"The day was wonderful then. The description of the winter forest will be remembered for a lifetime. Such moments need to be filmed or recorded on paper. I dream that soon we will take a similar walk again."

At school, they asked me to compose a fairy tale about winter. The main thing is small. This task is quite difficult. First, compose short story not easy. We all know that brevity is the sister of talent. And secondly, I love summer, with its ringing heat and universal freedom. And in winter you won't run away, it gets dark early; dusk and cold lock us home. But, once asked - you have to do it.

Let's get down to composing a fairy tale about winter together. So where do we start? And we'll start from the beginning.

"How a girl and grandfather met Winter"
The author of the tale: Iris Revue

Once upon a time there was Winter. In a nice hut, with an ice floor, a frosty patterned ceiling, and painted windows. This hut stood in a dense forest. Somehow it turned out that in the summer nobody saw either the hut or Zima. And in frosty time - everything seemed to be in place. Both the house and its mistress.

And then one day, when the mistress Zima was making an airy cake out of white snowballs, she saw a girl on the threshold of her house. The girl came to the forest with her grandfather; they chose the most beautiful tree for the New Year. But the grandfather was lost somewhere and the girl was frightened.

And outside the window it was slowly getting dark. The girl was upset, but the mistress Zima started a game with her. It was necessary to name as many winter words as possible. Whoever knows more words won. "Blizzard, rime, frost, snow, blizzard, blizzard, snowflakes ..." - many words were said by the players. Soon the girl herself did not notice how she fell asleep. And the next morning, the mistress Zima brought grandfather to the house. It turns out that he met twelve brothers in the forest for months, and he chatted with them.

It was a joy when grandfather and granddaughter met. Mistress Zima gave them her snow sled and they went home.

Thank you, mistress Winter, for your kind disposition and warm heart!

Questions to the fairy tale "How a girl met Winter with her granddaughter"

Where did Winter live?

What did Zima make an airy cake out of?

Who unexpectedly found themselves on the doorstep of Winter's house?

What kind of game did the owner Zima suggest?

What winter words do you know?

Who contributed to the meeting of the granddaughter and grandfather?

What is this tale about? This tale is about winter. But not only. This tale is about kindness. That sometimes people need help. About indifference, about the ability to support in difficult times.

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. The trees in the forest were covered with fluffy snow. White-trunk birches hid in the snowy silence of the forest. All trees are fluffy with snow.

Suddenly, the bright rays of the winter sun gently touched the ground enveloped in snow. So what happened? From their cold touch, fluffy snowflakes suddenly played on the snowy whiteness.

I like winter. This is a very beautiful time of the year!

Kuznetsov Andrey, 9 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Outside the window, everything was covered with a white fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the forest, fluffy spruces fell asleep.

Snow fell recently. The snowdrifts became enormous. When the breeze blows, the sparkling snowflakes will dance and rush on to a new journey. The sun is not visible behind the large snow-covered trees. You look out the window, and sadness, longing takes. But don't despair. After all, soon winter holidays, joy, fun!

Winter is just a great time of the year.

Sorokin Alexander, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

So the winter time has come. The birches hid in the silence of the winter forest. Old women-ate chilly wrap themselves in the outfit of winter. The old stump is dozing, putting on a new hat. Nothing disturbs the winter silence until the morning. Only a sharp breath of breeze can disturb the sleep of the forest.

But then the dim rays of the winter sun timidly touched the fluffy snow. And suddenly cold snowflakes began to play from their touch. A fat crow sat on a branch and disturbed the winter sleep. The tree shook its sleeve, and everything was quiet. How I love this time of year!

Munkueva Ekaterina, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Winter enveloped all the trees. The forest turned white, as if someone took a white fur coat and covered a beautiful forest. To make him fall asleep. It seems that winter has thrown fluffy snowflakes on the ground from above. They quietly fell and fell on trees, on bushes, on the ground.

Shushlebin Grigory, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter has quietly crept up. The trees were wearing white fur coats. The little stump put on a new hat.

Suddenly a light breeze blew, the trees swayed softly. Snowflakes in white danced in the sky elegant dresses... The squirrel sat on a tree branch and examined the beauty of the winter forest. The sun lightly touched the ground covered with a white veil.

In winter, the forest dresses up like a carnival. How beautiful the winter forest is!

Gufaisen Artyom, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

The beauty of winter has come. The trees were wrapped in snow-white outfits. Pines and spruces stand like Snow Maidens. The ground was covered with a large white blanket. An old stump sits in a beautiful and elegant fur coat. Snowflakes fly like little sparks.

Suddenly a light breeze blew. The trees waved their soft sleeves. I looked tired from cold weather Sun. It let its bright and gentle rays through the cold gray snow. And now, after a moment, small icicles hang on the fir trees, like little bats upside down. The birds fly in hoping to find at least some food on the mighty cedar branches. I really like the fairy tale in the winter forest!

Tormozova Alexandra, 10 years old