Winter. Winter months. Winter phenomena of nature. Winter signs about the weather. Short stories about winter Bureau of Forest Services

K.V. Lukashevich

She appeared muffled, white, cold.
- Who are you? the children asked.
- I - the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother will come - Santa Claus and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start acting naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! the children said.
- Wait, children ... But then I will give you skiing from the mountains, skates and sledges. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a cheerful Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?

kind girl

K.V. Lukashevich

It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. Sparrows had a hard time from this. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them at her porch. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.

Winter

Frost bound the earth. Rivers and lakes are frozen. Everywhere lies white fluffy snow. Children are happy with winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snowman.
Only animals have a hard time in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help our little friends in winter. Make bird feeders.

There was Volodya on the Christmas tree

Daniil Kharms, 1930

There was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he could not even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Here Volodya saw a gun: "Give it! Give it!" - shouts. And he can’t say what “give”, because he is so small that he still doesn’t know how to speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. Want everything!
"Give! Give!" shouts Volodya.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and ringing with a rattle. Volodya liked the rattle very much!

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

Vanya Mokhov

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

Snowman

There lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was covered by children who came running here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow, put them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, two coals were inserted into the snowman, and a carrot was inserted instead of a nose. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.

The children were called home, and the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to peck a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman was scared: "What do you want to do with me?" And the bullfinch, and it was him, replies: “I don’t want to do anything to you, I’ll just eat a carrot now.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat carrots, that’s my nose. Look, there is a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.

Hello winter!

So, she came, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like an even ribbon, if you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”

“Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter!”

The day was soft and misty. The reddish sun hung low over long, snowfield-like stratus clouds. Frost-covered pink trees stood in the garden. The vague shadows on the snow were drenched in the same warm light.

snowdrifts

(From the story "Nikita's Childhood")

The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Blue in it are deep human and frequent dog tracks. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in my nose, pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, sheds and barnyards stood squat, covered with white hats, as if rooted in snow. Like glass, traces of runners ran from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the crunchy steps from the porch. Below was a brand new pine bench with a bast twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glided well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a spatula, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was like snow.
Nikita turned to the right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, following in the footsteps of others...
On the steep banks of the Chagra River these days large fluffy snowdrifts have piled up. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and he will hoot, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right the river wound like a bluish shadow between the white and fluffy fields. To the left, above the very steep, blackened huts, sticking out the cranes of the village of Sosnovki. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted away. On a snowy cliff, where stains and stripes turned yellow from the ashes that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. They were Nikita's friends - boys from "our end" of the village. And further, where the river was bent, you could hardly see other boys, "Kon-chan", very dangerous.
Nikita threw down the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grasped the rope, kicked off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the hill. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow broke off over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed down from the bench and dragged it up the hill, bogging down to the knee. When he climbed ashore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw the black, taller than human figure, as it seemed, the figure of Arkady Ivanovich. 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 cape over the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out the little cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged the bench in and began to fill up with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench ...
— Nikita! Where did you fail? he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head thrown back.
— Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his spectacles and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to the waist;
"Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway." Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but bogged down again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- You don't want to, you don't have to. Stay. The fact is that my mother received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving ...
- Which letter? Nikita asked.
— Aha! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Snow clods immediately flew from above. Nikita's head popped out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.

Buran

A snowy white cloud, huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon, and the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn was quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. The desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the sky ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!

Everything merged, everything mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snowy dust, which blinded the eyes, occupied the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, twirled from all sides, twisted around like a kite from above and below, and strangled everything he came across.

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

The storm raged from hour to hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines became high mounds...

Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which continues even then, when the sky already shines with a cloudless blue.

Another night passed. The violent wind died down, the snows subsided. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over ... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays played on the wavy snows...

Winter

The real winter has come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood, covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm coat ...

It was the first snow

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

Farewell to summer

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One night I woke up with a strange sensation. I thought I went deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes open, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I had not gone deaf, but simply that an unusual silence had set in outside the walls of the house. This silence is called "dead". The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. All you could hear was the cat snoring in his sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window—everything behind the glass was snowy and silent. In the foggy sky, a lone moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed two hours. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth has changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens have been fascinated by the cold.
Through the window I saw how big gray bird sat on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed, snow fell from it. The bird slowly got up and flew away, and the snow continued to fall like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
— The first snow is very befitting the earth.
The earth was ornate, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stalks sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to tea and congratulated me on the first trip.
- So the earth was washed, - he said, - with snow water from a silver trough.
— Where did you get, Mitrich, such words? Reuben asked.
- Is there something wrong? grandfather chuckled. - My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug ​​and therefore their beauty never withered.
It was hard to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let the ache in his bones."
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled down to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, walked around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches were sitting, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow ... In some places in the clearings, birds flew and squeaked plaintively. The sky overhead was very bright, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there were slow snow clouds.
It grew darker and quieter in the forests, and finally a thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has taken over the land...

Winter night

Night has come in the forest.

Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver hoarfrost falls in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars visibly scattered...

But even in the frosty winter night, the hidden life in the forest continues. Here the frozen branch crunched and broke. It ran under the trees, bouncing softly, a white hare. Then something hooted and suddenly terribly laughed: an owl screamed somewhere, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat on a bare bough. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees life hidden from people walking in the winter forest.

Aspen

Beautiful aspen forest in winter. Against the background of dark firs, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.

Night and diurnal birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, naughty squirrels lay down their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out light shuttle boats, made troughs. White hares feed on the bark of young aspens in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.

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

Silver flashes

Short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, muddy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, he chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of children returning from school, creaks a cart with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky outside the village, silver flashes begin to dance and shimmer - the northern lights.

On sparrow's gallop

A little - only a day after the New Year was added to the sparrow's lope. And the sun had not yet warmed - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the spruce tops across the river.

We have collected for you interesting materials about winter, which schoolchildren may need when compiling stories and reports about this time of year, and teachers primary school to familiarize students with the topic "Winter. Winter months. Winter natural phenomena. Winter weather signs.", In this case, the story can be presented as a presentation. It will turn out a wonderful lesson or extracurricular activity.

What is winter?

When the last multi-colored leaves stop crumbling and wrap the earth with their motley carpet, and gray raindrops give way to chilly cold and the first sparkling snowflakes, winter comes into its own. She reigns for three whole months: timid frosty December, snowy and festive January and, of course, February, famous for its severe cold. In winter, nature sleeps sweetly, wrapped in a blanket of snow and soothed by the discordant but melodic tune of a blizzard. However, this exciting time of the year declares itself not only with a lush cap of snow-white snowdrifts and transparent icicles hanging from the roofs of houses, but also with a temperature that does not rise above zero degrees Celsius and makes it chilly to wrap yourself in warm clothes.

Changes in nature in winter

December

December, which marks the arrival of winter, in contrast to the mild autumn November, already very rarely pampers nature with its thaws. He carefully and gradually prepares for the onset of cold and frost, lowering the temperature column on the thermometer and wrapping everything around with a warm snow blanket. Thanks to such care, many small animals and plants can survive the coming cold, because it is warmer under the snow than outside. Sparkling snowdrifts often reach 30 cm and no longer surrender to the mercy of timid sunlight. The lower the air temperature, the harder the snow and the more sonorous its melodic crunch becomes.

Gradually, the day begins to give up its positions, and the cold December nights are getting longer. Short frosts are already beginning to show their severe character, and a thin crust of ice fetters the movement of meandering rivers. Sometimes December indulges in small thaws and a pleasant rise in temperature, but it can remind you of itself with sharp frosts, and the Arctic winds gradually bring more and more cold and freshness.

In the northern hemisphere, the night of December 22 is the longest of the year, and the day of December 22 is the shortest of the year. On the day of the winter solstice on December 22, the sun rises to its lowest height above the horizon for the whole year.

With the onset of December, a lot of folk signs about the weather are connected. Here are some of them:

• If in December the sky is overcast and the clouds hang low, then it is worth waiting for a big harvest next year.
• If thunder often rumbles this month, then in January there will be very severe frosts.
• The lack of rain means that spring and summer will also be dry.
• A lot of snow, hoarfrost and frozen ground signify a good harvest in autumn.
• If the bullfinches arrived this month, then the winter will be with frost.

In Russia, at the beginning of December, they already began to break through sledge tracks and arranged trekking. From December 9, in the evening, it was worth staying closer to the houses, as the wolves began to come closer to the village.

However, December marks not only the beginning of winter, but also the eager anticipation of the New Year. This holiday, celebrated on the night of December 31 to January 1, is one of the most wonderful days, because it symbolizes not only the beginning of a new year, but also the time of gaining new hopes and aspirations, faith in positive changes and magical events. Each person on this holiday becomes a child and is looking forward to the onset of a bewitching fairy tale and the fulfillment of all dreams. The smell of pine needles and the unique taste of tangerines evoke warm memories and makes the heart beat faster in anticipation of miracles.

January

Winter is in full swing in January. She reigns serenely in nature and continues her snowy and frosty procession. Epiphany cold and unique snow crystals create a magical winter fairy tale from the intricate patterns on the windows, they sing about her, whirling in the whirlpool of a blizzard, and boldly look at the cloudless blue sky. The biting frost makes itself felt with clouds of steam from the mouth and a pleasant tingling of the cheeks and nose. All this magic is supported by the temperature already established in the range of -10-30 degrees Celsius. The days are gradually getting longer, and the impenetrable darkness of frosty nights is gradually losing ground. However, the piercing light of the bright sun does not have time to warm the earth, so the stubborn cold claims its rights even stronger and makes the air piercingly frosty. Thanks to this, at night you can admire the clear sky and sparkling diamonds of the stars. The wind does not have such force as in December and does not shake the trees dressed in snow, but only lovingly strokes their tops.

January is famous not only for its bewitching beauty, but also for the onset of the most important event in the life of Christians - the Nativity of Christ. This bright holiday, celebrated on January 7, is solemnly celebrated by all believers, and their congratulations to each other merge together to the chime of bells.

The days from January 7 to 19 are called Christmas time. They are illuminated by the light of the Nativity of Christ and are perfect for various games, fortune-telling and carols. Most often they guessed on the night of January 13-14. Young girls wanted to know who their betrothed would be, and married women wanted to find out what the weather would be like in summer and whether it was worth waiting for a big harvest. Christmas time was also a period of noisy weddings. In Russia, sleigh rides and all kinds of snow fun were organized these days.

According to folk signs about the weather:

• if on January 21 the south wind blows, then the summer will be rainy, and if on the 23rd there is frost on the haystacks, then the summer will be cool and rainy.

February

With the onset of February, the cloudy gray sky, which continues to wrap the sleeping earth with a soft cap of snow, gradually becomes a little kinder and allows bright sunbeams to often peep through dense clouds. Winter still reminds of itself with the discordant tune of a blizzard and a cheerful carousel of snowflakes swirling with a blizzard, but the premonition of spring gradually begins to enliven everything around. Pink cheeks from the prickly frost gradually begin to warm up with timid solar warmth. The snow is covered with a thin crust and begins to slowly give up, anticipating the approach of spring. The days are getting longer, and the clear sky is increasingly pleasing to the eye with its unique blue.

In the southern regions of Russia, buds appear on willows - the first harbingers of spring, and thawed patches, like messengers, carry the news of its approach. The frosty wind pleasantly pricks the face with small snowflakes, and the chilly frost alternates with long-awaited thaws. However, bewitching snowstorms and stubborn cold will not soon surrender to the mercy of the beautiful spring.

February is associated with many folk signs about the weather.

• If the weather is very cold and frosty this month, then the summer will be hot.
• Little snow in February threatens a poor harvest.
• If thunder rumbles, then it is worth waiting for strong winds.
• Rainy February speaks of the same spring and summer.
• Bright stars predict frosts, and dim - thaw.
• If the frosts in February are very strong, then the winter will be short.

Signs of winter coming

One of the first signs of winter is the appearance of dense, low-hanging clouds. They envelop the sky like a fur blanket and do not allow the sun's rays to break through their veil and delight the earth with their warmth, and the sun is low and already warms not so much. Such clouds are very different from summer, light and cirrus. The winter sky does not please with its colors, but it compensates for this with sparkling snowflakes, neatly, like sparkling silver, covering everything around.

Thick cover of snow is also an important sign of winter. Only at this time of the year, fluffy snowflakes do not melt under timid sunlight, but, gradually increasing, create a reliable snow cover.

Winter is famous for its frosts. Gradually it gets colder. Thin needles of the first frosty winds begin to tingle your cheeks and nose and make you wrap yourself in winter clothes more tightly. Her permanent companions - a hat and mittens - are added to a warm jacket.

Plants and animals are also actively preparing for the onset of winter. Trees and shrubs in anticipation of cold weather and cloudy days shed their leaves. However, this will not last long and in the spring the first small leaves will appear on the branches. Only coniferous trees do not want to part with their green needles and continue to please them even in winter.

There is little food during the winter, so some animals hibernate, and those that remain awake grow fluffy and thick fur. A hare, for example, turns white, and a hedgehog and a bear hibernate.

It is also not easy for birds to endure cold and lack of abundant food, so many of them fly away to warmer climes, and the rest adapt to different types of food.

Natural phenomena in winter

At this time of the year, there are such interesting and unusual natural phenomena as:

• Blizzard
• black ice
• icicles
• Frost patterns

A snowstorm arises with the first gusts of wind and, boldly picking up the snow cover, drags it into a mysterious winter dance. This is a very severe natural phenomenon, which is better not to meet on the way. The snowstorm boldly disposes of the snowy landscape and disposes of fluffy snowdrifts at will. Most often this happens in the middle of winter, when frost and cold rule their ball.

Black ice, like a sweet winter dream, fetters reservoirs and covers with a thin crust of ice not only the continuous flow of rivers, but all roads. This happens if after rain or sleet the temperature column drops below zero. Ice on the rivers hinders navigation, but gives wide scope for all kinds of winter entertainment such as sledding, skating or skiing.

Another interesting winter phenomenon is icicles. They, like ice daggers, pierce the ground as they fall and shatter into hundreds of sparkling fragments. Icicles form when snow begins to melt on rooftops or other flat objects, and the resulting water freezes at night in low temperatures.

Frosty patterns, like frost, are an incredible lace creation of winter. Their bizarre pattern and bewitching beauty leave a lot of room for imagination and immerse them in a snowy fairy tale. This is made possible by the formation of ice crystals that settle on the irregularities of the glass. They overlap each other and create pictures of incredible beauty.

Winter is not only a beautiful time of the year, but also a very unusual one. It's like a big mystery to be solved. For example:

• snow is a real work of art and there are no two identical snowflakes in the world.
• Snowflakes are 95% air, which is why they fall to the ground so slowly.
• In Antarctica, you can find purple, pink or red snow.
• AT different countries and parts of the world ice has different temperatures. For example, the coldest ice is found in the Antarctic glaciers and reaches -60 degrees Celsius, while the warmest (0 degrees) is on the peaks of the Scandinavian Mountains and the Alps.
• More than half of the inhabitants of the Earth have never seen real snow at all.
• On February 18, 1979, snowfall was recorded in the Sahara desert, and this is one of the hottest places on the planet.
• You can enjoy the warmest winter in Northern Sudan. There, at this time of the year, the temperature rarely drops below +40 degrees.
• One of the coldest and most uninhabitable places is Antarctica. In winter, the air temperature there averages -70 degrees. And at Vostok station, which is located in Antarctica, a temperature of -89.2 degrees was recorded.

Winter is a wonderful and fabulous time of the year when, despite the short day and frosty air life does not stop, but is filled with new light and sound. The snow-white cover of snow and snowflakes sparkling in the sun, unique patterns on glass and ice crust that bind rivers and lakes are endlessly pleasing to the eye. The prickly frost, lovingly slapping your cheeks, reminds you of how many outdoor games this time of year hides and makes you freeze in anticipation of the New Year holidays.

Winter- a magical and fabulous time of the year, the whole natural world froze in deep sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, you can’t hear the animals, they hide in their minks, they wait out the long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and snowstorm, eternal companions of winter.

Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the world around them in a difficult winter season, how trees survive the winter, animals, how birds hibernate, learn about natural phenomena in winter.

Winter

K.V. Lukashevich

She appeared muffled, white, cold.
- Who are you? the children asked.
- I - the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother will come - Santa Claus and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start acting naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! the children said.
- Wait, children ... But then I will give you skiing from the mountains, skates and sledges. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a cheerful Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?

kind girl

K.V. Lukashevich

It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. Sparrows had a hard time from this. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them at her porch. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.

Winter

There was Volodya on the Christmas tree

Daniil Kharms, 1930

There was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he could not even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Here Volodya saw a gun: "Give it! Give it!" - screams. And he can’t say what “give”, because he is so small that he still doesn’t know how to speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. Want everything!
"Give! Give!" - shouts Volodya.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and ringing with a rattle. Volodya liked the rattle very much!

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

Vanya Mokhov

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

Snowman

There lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was covered by children who came running here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow, put them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, two coals were inserted into the snowman, and a carrot was inserted instead of a nose. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.

The children were called home, and the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to peck a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman was scared: "What do you want to do with me?" And the bullfinch, and it was him, replies: “I don’t want to do anything to you, I’ll just eat a carrot now.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat carrots, that’s my nose. Look, there is a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.

Hello winter!

So, she came, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like an even ribbon, if you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”

“Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter!”

The day was soft and misty. The reddish sun hung low over long, snowfield-like stratus clouds. Frost-covered pink trees stood in the garden. The vague shadows on the snow were drenched in the same warm light.

snowdrifts

(From the story "Nikita's Childhood")

The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Blue in it are deep human and frequent dog tracks. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in my nose, pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, sheds and barnyards stood squat, covered with white hats, as if rooted in snow. Like glass, traces of runners ran from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the crunchy steps from the porch. Below was a brand new pine bench with a bast twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glided well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was exactly made of snow.
Nikita turned to the right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, following in the footsteps of others...
On the steep banks of the Chagra River these days large fluffy snowdrifts have piled up. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and he will hoot, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right the river wound like a bluish shadow between the white and fluffy fields. To the left, above the very steep, blackened huts, sticking out the cranes of the village of Sosnovki. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted away. On a snowy cliff, where stains and stripes turned yellow from the ashes that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikita's friends - boys from "our end" of the village. And further, where the river was bent, you could hardly see other boys, "Kon-chan", very dangerous.
Nikita threw down the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grasped the rope, kicked off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the hill. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow broke off over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed down from the bench and dragged it up the hill, bogging down to the knee. When he climbed ashore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw the black, taller than human figure, as it seemed, the figure of Arkady Ivanovich. 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 cape over the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out the little cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged the bench in and began to fill up with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench ...
- Nikita! Where did you fail? he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head thrown back.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his spectacles and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to the waist;
Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but bogged down again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- You don't want to, you don't have to. Stay. The fact is that my mother received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving ...
- Which letter? asked Nikita.
- Yeah! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Snow clods immediately flew from above. Nikita's head popped out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.

Story about trees in winter.

Buran

A snowy white cloud, huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon, and the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn was quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. The desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the sky ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!

Everything merged, everything mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snowy dust, which blinded the eyes, occupied the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, twirled from all sides, twisted around like a kite from above and below, and strangled everything he came across.

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

The storm raged from hour to hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines became high mounds...

Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which continues even then, when the sky already shines with a cloudless blue.

Another night passed. The violent wind died down, the snows subsided. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over ... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays played on the wavy snows...

Winter

The real winter has come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood, covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm coat ...

It was the first snow

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

Farewell to summer

(abbreviated)

One night I woke up with a strange sensation. I thought I went deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes open, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I had not gone deaf, but simply that an unusual silence had set in outside the walls of the house. This silence is called "dead". The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. All you could hear was the cat snoring in his sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - behind the panes everything was snowy and silent. In the foggy sky, a lone moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed two hours. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth has changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens have been fascinated by the cold.
Through the window, I saw a large gray bird perch on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed, snow fell from it. The bird slowly got up and flew away, and the snow continued to fall like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow is very befitting the earth.
The earth was ornate, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stalks sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to tea and congratulated me on the first trip.
- So the earth was washed, - he said, - with snow water from a silver trough.
- Where did you get, Mitrich, such words? Reuben asked.
- Is there something wrong? grandfather chuckled. - My mother, the deceased, said that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug ​​and therefore their beauty never sluggish.
It was hard to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let the ache in his bones."
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled down to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, walked around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches were sitting, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow ... In some places in the clearings, birds flew and squeaked plaintively. The sky overhead was very bright, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there were slow snow clouds.
It grew darker and quieter in the forests, and finally a thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has taken over the land...

Winter night

Night has come in the forest.

Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver hoarfrost falls in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars visibly scattered...

But even in the frosty winter night, the hidden life in the forest continues. Here the frozen branch crunched and broke. It ran under the trees, bouncing softly, a white hare. Then something hooted and suddenly terribly laughed: an owl screamed somewhere, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat on a bare bough. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees life hidden from people walking in the winter forest.

Aspen

Beautiful aspen forest in winter. Against the background of dark firs, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.

Night and diurnal birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, naughty squirrels lay down their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out light shuttle boats, made troughs. White hares feed on the bark of young aspens in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.

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

Silver flashes

Short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, muddy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, he chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of kids returning from school, creaks a cart with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky outside the village, silver flashes begin to dance and shimmer - the northern lights.

On sparrow's gallop

A little - just a day after the New Year was added to the sparrow lope. And the sun had not yet warmed - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the spruce tops across the river.

snow words

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

And the snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, like from the branches of a Christmas tree, pieces of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes stuck together on the fly. And there is snow that you can’t expose your face to: hard white balls hurt your forehead. They have another name - krupka.

Pure snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunting than by powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!

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

You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept out by the janitor-wind, streams, flows along the ground. This is a blowing blizzard - a blowing snow.

If the wind is spinning, snow is blowing in the air - this is a blizzard. Well, and in the steppe, where there is no holding back the wind, a snow storm can break out - a snowstorm. If you shout, you won't hear a voice, you can't see anything within three steps.

February is the month of snowstorms, the month of running and flying snows. In March, the snow becomes lazy. It no longer scatters from the hand, like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: you step on it and your foot will not fall through.

It was over him that the sun and frost conjured. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow turned into an ice crust, hardened. For such stale snow, we have our own hard word - present.

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

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

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

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

(M. Prishvin)

quiet snow

They say about silence: "Quieter than water, lower than grass." But what could be quieter than falling snow! It snowed all day yesterday, and as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster bellowed, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

The hot summer has flown by gold autumn snow fell - winter came.

Cold winds blew. Trees stood naked in the forest - waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines have become even greener.

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

At the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking of dogs could be heard through the forest.

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

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

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

The couch potato bear is the best in the forest. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a lair. He broke soft spruce twigs-paws, kicked the odorous resinous bark.

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

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

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Winter is blizzard

Frost walks on the streets at night.

Frost walks around the yard, taps, rumbles. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw such flowers.

- Oh yes Frost!

Frost walks: either he will knock on the wall, then he will click on the gate, then he will shake off the frost from the birch and scare the dormant jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.

In the morning the stoves would be fired up, and Frost was right there—the blue smoke against the gilded sky became frozen pillars above the village.

- Oh yes Frost! ..

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Snow

The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep drifts rise. The forest covered itself with heavy white caps and fell silent.

On the snow tablecloth hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks.

Here at the gnawed aspens, a hare hare set up at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, an ermine ran. A beautiful chain winds along the forest edge the trace of an old fox. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robber wolves passed. And across the wide planted road, blasting the snow with their hooves, the moose crossed...

Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the snow-covered, hushed winter forest.

(K. Ushinsky)

At the edge

Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is calm.

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

Softly crunches, snow crumbles under the fox's feet. Paw after paw traces follow the fox. He listens and looks at the foxes, whether a mouse squeaks under a tussock in a winter nest, whether a long-eared careless hare jumps out of a bush.

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

He hears and sees foxes, how a squirrel climbed a tree, and a snow cap fell from a thick swaying branch, crumbling into diamond dust.

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

(K. Ushinsky)

in the lair

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

Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness they prepare these winter lairs. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young fir trees, forest dry moss line their homes.

Warm and cozy in bear dens.

As soon as frost hits in the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - the stronger, the more sound they sleep.

In late winter, tiny blind cubs will be born to she-bears.

Warmth for cubs in a snow-covered lair. They smack, suck milk, climb on the back of their mother, a huge, strong she-bear who has made a warm lair for them.

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

A bear will stick out of the den, look at the winter forest - and again until spring on the side.

(K. Ushinsky)

What is a natural phenomenon?

Definition. Any change in nature is called a phenomenon of nature: the wind changed direction, the sun rose, hatched, from an egg, a chicken.

Nature is both living and non-living.

Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.

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

Seasonal phenomena of nature.

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

Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.

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

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

Observable natural phenomena in inanimate nature occurring around us:

Frost covers rivers and lakes with ice. Draws funny patterns on the windows. Bites nose and cheeks.

Snowflakes are falling from the sky. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.

Snowstorms and blizzards cover the roads.

The sun is low above the earth and weakly warms.

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

Comes New Year. The city is dressed in elegant garlands.

In the thaw, the snow melts and freezes, forming ice on the roads.

Large icicles grow on the roofs.

What phenomena of wildlife can be observed in winter

For example: bears hibernate, trees shed their leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, children went outside with sleds.

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

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

Flora, wildlife, resting in winter.

The bear sleeps in its lair and sucks its paw.

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

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

Hares change clothes - they change their gray coat to white.

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

Children go sledding, skating, making a snowman and playing snowballs.

On New Year's Eve, children decorate the Christmas tree with toys and have fun.

On the holiday come to us, the Snow Maiden and Santa Claus.

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

Birds and animals, in winter, starve. People feed them.

More winter stories:

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

And the snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, like from the branches of a Christmas tree, pieces of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes stuck together on the fly. And there is snow that you can’t expose your face to: hard white balls hurt your forehead. They have another name - krupka.

Pure snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunting than by powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!

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

You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept out by the janitor-wind, streams, flows along the ground. This is a blowing blizzard - a blowing snow.

If the wind is spinning, snow is blowing in the air - this is a blizzard. Well, and in the steppe, where there is no holding back the wind, a snow storm can break out - a snowstorm. If you shout, you won't hear a voice, you can't see anything within three steps.

February is the month of snowstorms, the month of running and flying snows. In March, the snow becomes lazy. It no longer scatters from the hand, like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: you step on it and your foot will not fall through.

It was over him that the sun and frost conjured. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow turned into an ice crust, hardened. For such stale snow, we have our own hard word - present.

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

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

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

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

(M. Prishvin)

quiet snow

They say about silence: "Quieter than water, lower than grass." But what could be quieter than falling snow! It snowed all day yesterday, and as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster bellowed, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

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

Cold winds blew. Trees stood naked in the forest - waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines have become even greener.

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

At the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking of dogs could be heard through the forest.

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

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

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

The couch potato bear is the best in the forest. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a lair. He broke soft spruce twigs-paws, kicked the odorous resinous bark.

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

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

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Winter is blizzard

Frost walks on the streets at night.

Frost walks around the yard, taps, rumbles. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw such flowers.

- Oh yes Frost!

Frost walks: either he will knock on the wall, then he will click on the gate, then he will shake off the frost from the birch and scare the dormant jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.

In the morning the stoves would be fired up, and Frost was right there—the blue smoke against the gilded sky became frozen pillars above the village.

- Oh yes Frost! ..

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Snow

The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep drifts rise. The forest covered itself with heavy white caps and fell silent.

On the snow tablecloth hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks.

Here at the gnawed aspens, a hare hare set up at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, an ermine ran. A beautiful chain winds along the forest edge the trace of an old fox. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robber wolves passed. And across the wide planted road, blasting the snow with their hooves, the moose crossed...

Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the snow-covered, hushed winter forest.

(K. Ushinsky)

At the edge

Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is calm.

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

Softly crunches, snow crumbles under the fox's feet. Paw after paw traces follow the fox. He listens and looks at the foxes, whether a mouse squeaks under a tussock in a winter nest, whether a long-eared careless hare jumps out of a bush.

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

He hears and sees foxes, how a squirrel climbed a tree, and a snow cap fell from a thick swaying branch, crumbling into diamond dust.

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

(K. Ushinsky)

in the lair

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

Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness they prepare these winter lairs. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young fir trees, forest dry moss line their homes.

Warm and cozy in bear dens.

As soon as frost hits in the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - the stronger, the more sound they sleep.

In late winter, tiny blind cubs will be born to she-bears.

Warmth for cubs in a snow-covered lair. They smack, suck milk, climb on the back of their mother, a huge, strong she-bear who has made a warm lair for them.

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

A bear will stick out of the den, look at the winter forest - and again until spring on the side.

Winter is here, the magical time of the year. All the paths were covered with a white fluffy carpet. It shines under the rays of the sun and pleases the eye.

The winter forest is quiet and incredibly beautiful. The birds don't sing anymore. Bears and hedgehogs fell asleep before the start of winter.

Mini essay about winter No. 2: "Winter has come"

The real winter has come. There are frosts. The whole neighborhood is covered with a snow carpet. The river and the pond are firmly iced over. As if in a fairy tale, trees shine with silver.

We took a sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighbor's guys sculpted a snowman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys offered to go sledding on a slippery snow hill. We had a lot of fun!

Then our hands froze, and we ran home. Cold in winter!

In the evening, a strong blizzard began. Trees swayed and crackled. It's scary to show your nose to the street. It's good that we're at home. We are warm and not afraid of any frost!

Composition about winter No. 3: “Good in winter”

Here comes the winter. There are severe frosts, a cold wind blows. A blizzard swept up, swept all the tracks. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.

And with what bizarre patterns the frost adorned the windows of houses! No wonder they came up with a riddle about him: without arms, without legs, but he can draw.

The children miss walking. They can't wait for the blizzard to end. They ask their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.

But now the blizzard has subsided. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run to the street. Playing snowballs, they throw snowballs at each other. Dodge hits and fall. They laugh! Cheeks burn like bulk apples, cilia and eyebrows in hoarfrost.

After lunch, the children took their skis and skates and ran to the pond. The water is frozen with a thick layer of ice, which means you can run on skates. Kids rush on a sled along a smooth snow-covered hill. Teenagers go skiing. Everyone has fun!

Winter Tale #4: "Winter Fun"

Winter came. It's freezing weather. It's cold outside. The trees are covered with snow fringe.

But children always have fun, especially when there is a lot of snow. You can fall and wallow in the snow without fear of getting dirty. You just need to dress warmly so as not to freeze.

I put on a ski tracksuit, a jacket, put on boots. He pulled a fur hat over his head and tied a woolen scarf around his neck. He put on warm gloves. I took a new sled and ran up the hill to ride.

Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, near which there was a slippery skating rink. There we went sledding and skating for a long time. The kids were playing snowballs.

Then they all made a snowman together. The snow was loose, almost wet, so it wasn't difficult. The kids were very happy that they also participated in this lesson.

As expected, we rolled up three snowballs and put them on top of each other. When the snowman was almost ready, I brought an old bucket from home to put on his head. The neighbor's boy brought out a carrot and stuck it in place of his nose. Two coals became the eyes of the snowman, a small flexible twig became a smiling mouth.

The snowman turned out great! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to him as a keepsake.

In the evening it snowed again. We watched in fascination as fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. How beautiful are these fragile creations of nature! It turns out that all snowflakes are different, not similar to each other. But this is noticeable only upon close examination.

It was already dark when I got home. A little tired, cold and hungry, but very satisfied.

The day went well. Good winter fun!

Composition about winter No. 5: “Description of winter”

Winter is an amazing time of the year. Covered with a white blanket, nature, as if in a fairy tale, plunged into a long, deep sleep. The sorceress-winter enchanted, bewitched the forest. All the trees stretch bare crystal branches to the blue sky. Only spruces and pines are green, but the oak has not thrown off its summer attire. Its foliage only turned yellow and darkened. The lower branches of the oak spread like a tent over the clearing. The snow had packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark. The thick trunk seems to be stitched with silver threads. From a distance it seems that it is a brave hero in bronze chain mail, the all-powerful guardian of the forest. The other trees parted respectfully to let the older brethren unfold in mighty force. A winter wind will fly in, a huge and majestic oak will ring with bronze foliage, but will not bow even before a strong storm.

In winter, familiar landscapes are given new colors by the snow. At dusk, it is blue, under the silvery rays of the moon it glows with a mysterious brilliance, plays with multi-colored sparks. At dawn, the snow turns pink from the scarlet dawn. And even the usual forest colors next to the changeable snowy whiteness look different.

Winter is different. You just need to take a look. It is both cold and with a thaw, blizzard and with a drop, snowy and with the sun. A winter day is sometimes quiet, frosty and sunny, sometimes gloomy and foggy, sometimes with a howling cold wind and a snow blizzard. And how beautiful a winter morning, early, inaudible, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for the appearance of a fairy tale.

Composition about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”

So, she came - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, stretched out as an even ribbon, whether you look close, look around you - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow ...

Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling.

Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good in your soul that you involuntarily smile, and you want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, long-awaited winter, cheerful!”