All year round. January
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Competitive entertainment event for 1st grade students and their parents, which was held in the library.
Purpose of the event: uniting the student body and parents through creating an atmosphere of a festive day.
Tasks:
- improve the connection between family and school by involving parents in joint class-wide activities;
- develop a positive attitude towards communication;
- to foster student activity and interest in reading;
- develop the ability to read poetry expressively;
- develop attention and creativity.
Preliminary work:
- Reading stories, fairy tales about winter.
- Looking at pictures of winter nature.
- Drawing on the theme “Winter landscapes”.
- Learning songs and poems about winter.
- Learning dance moves.
Decor: the hall is decorated with drawings on the theme “Winter Landscapes” made by children together with their parents, an exhibition of books about winter (the event takes place in the library)
Progress of the event
Teacher: Hello dear guests! We are glad to see you in this festive hall. Listen to the riddle and guess what our event is dedicated to.
Student:
Troika, troika has arrived
The horses in that trio are white
And the queen sits in the sleigh
White-haired, white-faced
How she waved her sleeve,
Everything was covered in silver.
Children: Winter.
Student:
In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter,
The wind beats its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy white.
And the frost erects arches
Above the forest path.
Winter (enters the hall): Were you expecting me for the holiday? Here I am! Russian winter with blizzard, snow and cold.
Children: Hello, winter-winter!
Student:
Covered everything with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter - winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter - winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter - winter!
Teacher: Hello, winter - winter! We're glad to see you. Listen to what song the guys know about you.
(Children sing the song “Crystal Winter.”)
Winter: What a good song about me. I'm very pleased. Can you guess the winter riddles?
(Winter asks children riddles.)
- She bound the seas and rivers,
Everything is white all around, beautiful,
The willow tree shines in the frost.
Cold, frost, snowstorms
Spun and spun.
Everyone at home is wearing white hats.
This has come to us... (winter). - Where a passerby will pass
He'll put a carpet there.
That carpet is fluffy,
White and sparkling. (snow) - Past the pines and birches
Santa Claus walks through the forest.
Bare, sleepy forest in winter
He will decorate it with fringe.
What kind of fringe is this?
Guess what, kids! (frost) - What kind of fragile glass is this?
Suddenly it fell on a puddle?
The sun was hot at noon -
Where is the glass in the puddle? (ice) - Flew like a star in the sky,
It became a drop on my palm. (snowflake) - Grows in winter, not summer
And from top to bottom at the same time. (icicle) - Jumps through the forest back and forth,
It howls, hums and shakes the trees. (snowstorm) - Which artist applied this to the glass?
And leaves, and grass and thickets of roses? (freezing)
Winter: You know how to solve riddles. What winter months do you know?
Children: February, January, December.
Winter: Right. Well done.
Teacher: The guys even know a song about these months.
(The song “Three White Horses” plays.)
Winter: Guess which winter month we are talking about. This month ends the year and begins winter. (December)
Student:
The snow fell
Winter has come to us.
Glad to see her baby.
Snow women and fortresses are here.
No, it’s not in vain that children are waiting for December.
Student:
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
It was frosty overnight.
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
Teacher: Why do they bring a Christmas tree home? Very soon the most favorite holiday will come, which all the children are waiting for. What is it called? Who are the most important guests at the New Year's party?
Children: Ded Moroz and Snegurochka.
Teacher: Let's play.
Exercise 1: Make an image of Father Frost and the Snow Maiden from puzzles.
Teacher: And what is New Year without a Christmas tree?
Task 2: Decorate the Christmas tree (children take turns attaching paper balls to the Christmas tree).
Winter: Guess the next winter month. This month is the beginning of the year - the middle of winter. (January)
Student:
There is no more beautiful time
What winter is like for kids.
The guys have a lot of trouble,
New Year is coming.
And, flipping through the calendar,
January is fast approaching.
It's a fun time with him,
The kids are so happy with her.
Student:
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow on the roof, on the porch,
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.
Winter: January is the coldest winter month.
Assignment for parents: Cut out beautiful snowflakes from white paper.
Task for children:"Snowballs." While the music is playing, the children make “snow” balls out of paper and then throw them into the basket.
Relay race: Transfer the snowballs from one basket to another.
Winter: This month is a month of snowfalls, angry blizzards and blizzards. (February)
Student:
The winds blow in February
The pipes blow loudly.
A light drifting snow rushes along the ground like a snake.
Cool February evening.
The snowstorm is sweeping, sweeping,
And it seems that the stacks of snow lie forever.
Teacher: In the old days, on long February evenings under the howling of a blizzard, children loved to listen to fairy tales that their grandmothers told them.
Librarian: Let's hold a competition “Guess the Fairy Tale”, ( the librarian reads excerpts from fairy tales that talk about winter time)
- “Cold winter has arrived, with blizzards and snowdrifts. The bunny turned completely white from the cold, and he decided to build himself a hut...” ("The Fox and the Hare")
- “You, brother, go to the river, put your tail in the hole, sit and say: “Catch, fish.” Both small and great!” (“Fox is a sister and Gray wolf»)
- "Winter. Cunning fox thinks: “The lake is frozen, Now my duck will not get away from me: wherever it goes in the snow, it will follow, and I will find it in the snow...” (V. Bianchi “The Sly Fox and the Smart Duck”)
- “The stepmother came up with the idea to drive her stepdaughter out of the yard: - Take her, old man, wherever you want, so that my eyes don’t see her... into an open field in the bitter cold.” ("Morozko")
- “I’d rather chase the guy. I’ll catch him sooner: his short fur coat is old, patched, his hat is all full of holes, there’s nothing on his feet except sandals. And you, brother, as strong as I am, run after the master.” ("Two Frosts")
- “Well, wait,” thinks winter, “I’ll catch the people. It sends frost after frost, each one angrier than the other. And people lit the stoves, baked hot pancakes and laughed at winter.” (K. Ushinsky. “The pranks of the old woman of winter”)
- “Now the snowy winter has come, snowdrifts up to the waist, the children are sledding, and the old man and the old woman are looking at them from the window and thinking about their grief.” ("Snow Maiden")
Librarian: Well done boys. You know works about winter well.
Teacher: And February is the month of the first warm sun.
Student:
The blizzards are angry
The blizzards are angry.
So they are afraid of spring,
They don't want to give in to her
We can't stop the snow and blizzard.
Either powder or drifting snow.
The ice on the rivers is clear and clear.
And the bitter frosts burn...
But all people are waiting for spring.
February is not a long time ago -
Lo and behold, March is taking off.
Winter: And it’s true that when March comes, I will have to leave. And finally, I want to play the “Yes or No” game with you.
What do you do in winter
Give me an answer.
Listen carefully,
Answer “Yes or no.”
– Do you play snowballs with your friends? (Yes)
– Do you pick mushrooms in the forest yourself? (No)
– Do you sled down the hill? (Yes)
- Do you swim in the village river? (No)
– Do you wander through the forest on skis? (Yes)
– Do you find many flowers? (No)
– Do you dig beds in your garden? (No)
– Do you dance with Santa Claus? (Yes)
– Friends, aren’t you tired of answering yet? (No)
– Are you expecting me again in a year? (Yes)
(Winter gives gifts to the children, says goodbye to them and leaves.)
Literature:
- E.N. Arsenin “Author’s scripts for extracurricular activities in primary school» Moscow "Globe" 2007.
- O.E. Zhirenko and others. “Extracurricular activities 1st grade” Moscow “VAKO” 2006
Poems about winter, like poems about autumn, are special, because winter is a very beautiful and unusual time. Of course, not everyone loves her sometimes stern disposition, but still, for most of us, the winter beauty evokes the most positive emotions.
Children especially adore winter, because it is in winter that they can have a lot of fun and make a wonderful snow woman.
I offer a selection of the most beautiful poems about winter. The site also has wonderful children's poems about winter.
Poems about winter
Winter holidays. Poems for matinees
First snow
I. Shevchuk
Hats from the sky!
Hats from the sky!
Winter knits hats for us.
Caps of snow!
Snow caps
They jammed the houses.
Oh yes hats!
Just right -
Neither small nor large!
Here is the high fence.
Here - to the stumps by the river.
Hats of all styles at once
And so they fall from heaven.
Do you want it with or without a pompom?
Snowflakes
A. Usachev
The hedgehog looks at the snowflakes:
“These,” he thinks, “are hedgehogs...
White, spiny
And besides, they are volatile.
Spider on a web
He also looks at the snowflakes:
- Look, how brave they are
These flies are white!
The hare looks at the snowflakes:
- These are hare fluffs...
Apparently the hare is covered in fluff -
Scratching his fur coat at the top.
A boy looks at snowflakes:
- Maybe these are funny things?..
He won't understand why
He's having a lot of fun.
The whole skating rink is lit up
Agniya Barto
The whole skating rink is lit up,
The whole skating rink
How many legs are there on skates?
How many legs!
Everyone keeps saying: - Wonderful ice!
Wonderful ice! -
And you're out of luck!
Things are not going my way!
Wow! Things are not going my way:
Bang! And onto the ice!
Better take off your skates
Clubfoot!
Mittens
Andrey Paroshin
I sculpted a snow woman
Sveta is in the kindergarten herself,
Only the fingers froze
Winter has frozen.
Andrey approached his sister,
He says seriously to her:
- How do you put on the mittens?
It will be warmer for your fingers.
I put on my mittens,
This helped immediately:
Svetina's hands have warmed up
My fingers felt warm.
In the winter forest
Timofey Belozerov
It's lonely through the frost of the forest
Distant lights tremble.
A magpie sleeps on a fragile branch -
Just extend your hand.
In a den, between three pines,
The gullible bear snores.
And the month is so carelessly thin,
Which is scary to even look at...
Buran
M. Khismatulina
I left the house
I started skiing.
And next to the house
Buran was waiting for me.
He began to tear and throw
When you see me.
But I didn't run away
Cursing the bad weather.
I shouted to the snowstorm: -
Try to catch up!
And I rushed down the hill
Matches the wind.
Birch
Galina Novitskaya
There is a birch tree
In a cape,
Ringing on the branches
Fringe.
The easier it is
The softer the snowflakes -
The colder it gets
It's winter!
White moth
Irina Gurina
What kind of moth is this?
Like a white petal
In the cold he flies
The hedgehog's paw is melting,
He sat down on a birch tree:
The woodpecker almost ate him
Lie down in the bunny's ear
This miracle moth.
Looked at the red squirrel
And he flew off onto the tree.
Spinning, laughing,
Above winter forest curls.
And now there is a flock of them.
Try them, catch them!
Merry fluffs,
Yes, these are snowflakes!
White Poems
Sergey Mikhalkov
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough work for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Only the janitor, only the janitor
He says: “I am this Tuesday.”
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day long,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats left me,
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!
Poems about winter
Tatiana Shatskikh
Oh you, winter-winter,
You came with the frosts
She made snowdrifts for us
Ice braids.
Ran barefoot
It's fun along the paths,
Lace for us later
The windows were curtained.
We love to drive in winter
Round dance at the Christmas tree,
And sculpt snowmen,
And ride down the hill,
We love the winter chill
But despite all this
We sit and drink tea,
The one that smells
in summer.
Enchantress Winter...
Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
Zimushka-winter
Tatyana Bokova
Winter-winter rushes in an ice carriage
The wind's wings knock on sleepy houses.
Squares and parks bloom in snowy whiteness.
And the frost erects arches over the forest path.
Snowflake
Konstantin Balmont
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.
In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.
His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
I'm coming!
Tatyana Bokova
I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled.”
Snowman
Tatyana Bokova
There is merriment around me, childish noise and screaming.
Today the Snowman is celebrating his housewarming party.
Bucket on the head
Excellent carrot nose.
All winter I keep order in the yard.
I look around with coal eyes.
To make more sense,
The janitor gave me a broom!
May summer never come to my yard.
Snow and cold are better for my health.
That's just Snow Baba
No need to tease me!
Poems about winter
A.N. Apukhtin
A white, fluffy chasuble
The spruce trees sparkle brightly;
Shines with silver fabric
Ice-clad glass:
Side of the distant forests
Everything is covered with snow,
And looks with high heavens
Round-faced moon...
Meeting winter
I.S. Nikitin
The night has passed. It's dawn.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean,
In yards and houses
The snow lies like a sheet
And the sun sparkles
Multi-colored fire.
Porosha
S.A. Yesenin
I'm going. Quiet. Rings are heard
Under the hoof in the snow.
Only gray crows
They made noise in the meadow.
Bewitched by the invisible
The forest slumbers under the fairy tale of sleep.
Like a white scarf
A pine tree has tied up.
Bent over like an old lady
Leaned on a stick
And right under the top of my head
A woodpecker is hitting a branch.
The horse is galloping, there is a lot of space.
The snow is falling and the shawl is laying down.
Endless road
Runs away like a ribbon into the distance.
Winter evening
A. S. Pushkin
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
Then he will cry like a child,
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Winter morning
A.S. Pushkin
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
Evening, do you remember the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Winter road
A.S. Pushkin
Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.
On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.
Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...
No fire, no black house...
Wilderness and snow... Towards me
Only miles are striped
They come across one.
Bored, sad... Tomorrow, Nina,
Tomorrow, returning to my dear,
I'll forget myself by the fireplace,
I'll take a look without looking at it.
The hour hand sounds loud
He will make his measuring circle,
And, removing the annoying ones,
Midnight will not separate us.
It’s sad, Nina: my path is boring,
My driver fell silent from his doze,
The bell is monotonous,
The moon's face is clouded.
Evgeny Onegin (excerpt)
A.S. Pushkin
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
Mother! look out the window...
A.A. Fet
Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”
Winter has come
I. Chernitskaya
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
Happy winter has come
V. Korkin
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!
The sun froze to the ice,
I go to the skating rink in the morning.
And it stings my nose painfully
Angry Santa Claus. —
The sun froze to the ice.
Snowballs are flying fast -
None of the guys are cowards.
And a hot battle broke out,
At least we are friends.
Snowballs are flying fast.
Merry winter has come -
There's a mess of snowflakes all around.
Don't sleep, get up early.
Get your skates quickly.
Get your skates quickly.
Happy winter has arrived!
Bullfinches
A. Prokofiev
Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Winter evening late
Bright scarlet clusters.
I know what I need to come up with
Agniya Barto
I know what I need to come up with
So that there is no more winter,
So that instead of high snowdrifts
The hills were green all around.
I look into the glass
Green color,
And immediately it’s winter
Turns into summer.
New Year's miracle
Shakirov Shamil
On this shining winter day
Everything was like in a fairy tale:
The trees burned with cold fire,
White colors blazed.
But in the park, pale as a shadow,
The kitten walked around unhappy.
The day did not seem shining to him
So very beautiful.
But New Year is not just a day,
And the time when miracles
They come and, brother, believe it or not,
Come true forever.
And maybe that's why
The kitten has a home
And now it purrs in the ear of that one,
Who took him under cover.
Bewitched by the Enchantress of Winter, the forest stands...
Fedor Tyutchev
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
New Year's dreams
Shakirov Shamil
White flakes fly and fly,
This winter leaves its mark.
You can see a winter's tale
And sweet New Year's dreams.
If you believe in winters
Fairytale world,
You can understand and see again
Old dreams.
White flakes fly and fly,
Understand the story...
Tricky sled
I. Bursov
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
He was carrying a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.
Three
A. Bosev
Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, Lights in the distance...
Afanasy Fet
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets, lights in the distance;
Crystals glitter on the frozen walls.
Silver fluff hung from the eyelashes into the eyes,
The silence of the cold night occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps, and everything grows numb, just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself is timid to breathe in the cold.
How many different hats!
Emma Moshkovskaya
How many different hats!
Blue, red, clean, dirty!
There are many different ones in different hats -
even sad and unhappy ones.
The snow fell thickly
and fell asleep sad-sad...
There are neither sad nor grumpy -
many white and happy!
Blue and white
Frantisek Grubin
White winter. Everything is covered in frost.
The snow woman is blue from the cold.
He doesn't eat lunch or dinner.
Snow woman, do you have a cold?
- What are you, weirdo, I don’t need warmth.
I live in peace with the blue cold.
What could be better than frost and frost?
The ground is white. The sky is blue.
Sled
Semyon Ostrovsky
The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.
With the arrival of the cold
Semyon Ostrovsky
Why with the arrival of cold
Have the tracks become crunchy?
Because there are puddles at night
Glass was installed in the windows.
Winter has brightened up...
M. Pozharov
Winter has brightened up:
The headdress has fringe
From transparent ice floes,
Snowflake stars.
All covered in diamonds, pearls,
In colorful lights,
The radiance is pouring around,
Whispers a spell:
- Lie down, soft snows,
To the forests and meadows,
Cover the paths
Leave the branches down!
On the windows, Santa Claus,
Scatter crystal roses
Light visions
Tricky gossip.
You, blizzard, are a miracle,
Round dances of the backwaters,
Take off like a white whirlwind
Turning gray in the field!
Sleep, my land, sleep,
Keep your magical dreams:
Wait, she’s dressed in brocade,
New dawn!
Feed the birds
A. Yashin
Feed the birds in winter!
Let it come from all over
They will flock to you like home,
Flocks on the porch.
Their food is not rich.
I need a handful of grain
One handful - and not scary
It will be winter for them.
It’s impossible to count how many of them die,
It's hard to see.
But in our heart there is
And it's warm for the birds.
How can we forget:
They could fly away
And they stayed for the winter
Together with people.
Train your birds in the cold
To your window
So that you don’t have to go without songs
Let's welcome spring!
Winter sings and echoes
Sergey Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Locomotive
Semyon Ostrovsky
I'm rolling like a steam locomotive -
A pair of legs instead of wheels.
The guy is strong - first class...
From under the cap there is a pair of eyes.
Emits mouth and nose
Puffs of steam. White steam.
Into a wheelless locomotive
I turned into frost.
Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowing, it’s freezing...
V. Alexandrov
Well, it’s winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing,
Sweeps, twists, winds,
Burns with frost, suffocates with ice,
Drives you into a hot house.
A flashy Christmas tree
It will almost fly into the house like a dragonfly.
Will fluff up, laugh,
Snowy moisture will flow.
What a breeze!
Walter De la Mare
What a breeze! What a breeze!
How strong and cheerful!
Hung up the snow caps
Unprecedented beauty
On fences and bushes.
Where in the summer time
There is a gentle meadow in daisies,
Nowadays a snowy veil
Everything around me was drawn in.
Waiting for the sunrise
Under the huge moon
Nature sparkles and sparkles
Silver and gray.
Everything was covered in white
Wind, blizzard and frost.
Why in winter - not in summer -
Is my nose turning red?
It's getting cold
Agniya Barto
The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.
He sits, barely breathing,
In a quilted jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.
Get used to the cold too! —
Sveta explains. —
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.
Freezing day...
Valentin Berestov
Frosty day... But overhead
In an interweaving of branches, in a black mesh,
Flowing down the trunks, down every branch
The blue sky hangs like an avalanche.
And I believe that spring is about to begin.
And what a miracle: she has already appeared.
And not a single branch will sway,
So that the sky does not accidentally collapse.
Freezing
Valentin Berestov
“Storms, blizzards and blizzards...
There's so much hassle with them,
So much noise and hustle!
How tired I am of them!” —
So the gloomy frost grumbled,
And the river was frozen in ice without noise,
The trees were covered with gray hair,
And there was silence.
Favorite winter
Larisa Kasimova
Beautiful winter
It's freezing outside.
I'll get dressed quickly
And as warm as possible!
I'll put on gloves
My mother knitted them for me.
And a fur hat
I will pull stubbornly.
The whole lake is covered in ice,
The trees turn silver
And everything around is covered in snow,
And I'll go for a ride.
I'll ski down
WITH steep mountain quicker,
I'll go sledding
And, falling, I will warm myself.
How I love winter!
Perhaps this is strange.
There are times of the year
Where It is raining unexpectedly.
When the mushrooms grow
And the buds swell.
When they bloom in the garden
Beautiful flowers.
Winter is the most beautiful!
It may be cold, but still
Blush, more fun,
It looks like a holiday!
Sleight of hand
Semyon Ostrovsky
The master was cold for tricks.
Frost said: “Enough tears!” —
And turned into snow
It rained for the third day in a row.
I answered trick with trick.
My trick is called “Sleight of Hand”.
A moment - and a snowflake
I turned it into a laugh!
Who draws so skillfully...
M. Lesna-Raunio
Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
I decided to get into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Soon he climbed towards them through the window.
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.
When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow...
V. Leikin
When winter comes, the forest will whiten with snow,
Here the bunny turns white.
He didn’t jump to the south, but climbed into a hole,
So tell me, what is he interested in?
Risking your small body?
The fox will hide in the white snow
And he sits like a snowdrift. And I don't think so.
And quietly dreams about summer:
How he will jump on the green meadow
In a light green fur coat.
I don't waste my tears
Semyon Ostrovsky
I am Winter. I love frost.
I make people cry.
And I’m wasting them myself.
However, when I leave, I cry.
Winter is the most fun
Sasha Cherny
Winter is the most fun
Sit by the stove by the red coals,
Eat hot flatbreads,
Climb into a snowdrift with boot tops,
Skate around the entire pond
And immediately fall into bed.
Spring is the most fun time
Scream among the green fields
Sitting on a hill with a Barboska
And think about white winter,
Fluffy willows to break
And throw stones into the lake.
And summer is the most fun
Cherry bite glue,
While swimming, surf the wave,
Chasing a squirrel from pine to pine,
Lighting fires by the river
And pick cornflowers in the field...
But autumn is even more fun!
Then you pluck plums from the branches,
Then you pick peas in the garden,
Then you will grow moss with a horned...
The thresher is knocking in the distance -
And rye on carts to the ground...
Winter dream
Agniya Barto
I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.
Winter forest
Semyon Ostrovsky
Autumn gilded the forest -
Jewelry work.
And he took it and suddenly peeled off -
All the gilding has disappeared.
Winter wonders
Alexandra Myasoedova
Everyone at home is wearing white hats.
Here! Winter has returned to us!
How many miracles are there in winter?
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
And frost on the window,
And shadows on the wall.
And the snow sparkles in the sun,
And if it’s spring, then it melts in the sun.
Puddles form.
The cold will subside
And with sadness I look into the distance
Have a wonderful winter...
What a pity!
It was like a dream.
Winter colors
V. Fetisov
Winter has prepared
Paints everything for everyone herself.
Field - the best white,
Zoryam - scarlet ink.
All trees are clean
silver sparkles.
And on the street - guys
decorated in a row.
Like an artist, he paints in different ways:
whoever plays paints it red.
Who is afraid to move -
Blue paint is fine.
Don't beg for anything
paint it differently!
Winter morning
Victor Lunin
The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
To the lake close
In the low sky.
The paths are hidden, whitewashed
Delicate lace,
Light, snowy.
And the sparrow, little bird,
A small, unreasonable bird,
He wants to hide from the snowstorm,
He wants to hide, but doesn’t know how.
And the wind whirls it across the sky,
And carries him to a pure little pole,
From the slope, into the darkness of the forest...
It's bitter, poor little bird!
The blizzard moans, the clouds drive away
- I hid all the paths so as not to pass through.
Everything around is white - covered with snow,
Snow covered everything around...
Winter handicraft
E. Yavetskaya
Winter handicraft is busy again -
Let nature dress warmer.
Winter has prepared a lot of yarn,
Knits white things tirelessly:
Sleepy trees have fluffy hats,
For Christmas trees, he knits mittens on his paws.
I sewed, knitted and was very tired!
- Ah, spring soon would come...
Winter
I. Surikov
White snow, fluffy swirling in the air
And he quietly falls to the ground and lies down.
And in the morning the field turned white with snow,
It was as if everything had covered him with a shroud.
The dark forest covered itself with a wonderful cap
And he fell asleep under her soundly, soundly...
God's days short, the sun shines little,
The frosts came and winter came.
The toiling peasant pulled out his sleigh,
Children are building snow mountains.
The peasant has been waiting for winter and cold for a long time,
And he covered the outside of the hut with straw.
So that the wind does not penetrate into the hut through the cracks,
Blizzards and blizzards would not blow snow.
He is now calm - everything around is covered,
And he is not afraid of the angry frost.
Winter
Petr Komarov
It's like there's a bear in a den,
The river lay under the ice,
And the sun shines like winter,
And in the field there is a frosty haze.
All in frost - in a gray karakul -
The birch tree stands behind the bridge,
And writes funny doodles
Fox with a fluffy tail.
Winter
E. Rusakov
The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.
Winter sings and echoes
Sergey Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Winter evening
Mikhail Isakovsky
Behind the window in the white field -
Dusk, wind, snow...
You're probably sitting at school,
In his bright room.
While the winter evening is short,
She leaned over the table:
Either you write or you read,
What are you thinking about?
The day is over - and the classrooms are empty,
There is silence in the old house,
And you're a little sad
That today you are alone.
Because of the wind, because of the blizzard
All the roads are empty
Your friends won't come to you
Spend the evening together.
The snowstorm covered the paths, -
It's not easy to get through.
But there's fire in your window
Visible very far away.
I walked along the swamp in winter
Daniil Kharms
I walked along the swamp in winter
In galoshes, a hat and glasses.
Suddenly someone rushed along the river
On metal hooks.
I ran quickly to the river,
And he ran into the forest,
He attached two planks to his feet,
He sat down, jumped up and disappeared.
And for a long time I stood by the river,
And I thought for a long time, taking off my glasses:
"How strange
Planks and strange hooks!”
This will be a cat's house
M. Lapisova
I'm rolling a snowball -
This will be a cat's house.
I'll make a path to the house -
To make it more comfortable for the cat.
There will be a room inside.
Cat, here is your house, look!
You don't need windows -
Cats can see everything in the dark!
I'll crumble some crumbs for the cat -
There will be a snow sandwich!
Only for some reason the Cat
To the cat’s house... He doesn’t go...
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets
Afanasy Fet
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.
Wonderful picture
Afanasy Fet
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running. “Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”
Winter
Victor Lunin
In the picture of winter
Everything is white from snow:
Field, distant hills,
Fence, cart.
But sometimes they shine on it
In the middle of a cotton clearing
Red-breasted bullfinches
Sun spots.
Hello, winter-winter!
G. Ladonshchikov
Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!
Motherland
I.A. Bunin
Under the sky of deathly lead
The winter day is gloomily fading,
And there is no end to the pine forests,
And far from the villages.
One fog is milky blue,
Like someone's gentle sadness,
Above this snowy desert
Softens the gloomy distance.
We are waiting for your visit
Semyon Ostrovsky
Autumn flew by quickly.
The Istra River is covered in ice.
There is snow all around.
And the hut is warm and clean -
We are waiting for Aunt Yolka to visit!
The cat sings, eyes narrowed
Afanasy Fet
The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and still sings;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.
On skates
Sasha Cherny
I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! So I slipped...
One and two! almost tumbled...
One-two! tighter on your toes!
The ice crunched and quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas wolves! full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! down a slippery slope...
One and two! funny legs...
One-two! forward and forward...
Birch
Sergey Yesenin
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Big frost
Valentin Berestov
The snow grinds like iron
And like a violin, it sings at your feet.
There is frost on the trees like fur.
There is frost on the fences like moss.
And frost rises from the pipes
Sleeves of sable fur coats.
I heard the horns buzzing,
So that we can sit at home,
as they warned on the radio,
So that we don't go to school.
But I love school in the cold!
No homework or class work.
Not a survey that looks like an interrogation,
No dictation waits for anyone.
I couldn't have heard the beep!
I might not have turned on the radio!
Three or four students
In every class. Whom to teach?
But the teacher, pitying us,
The class comes to the lonely.
Not bossy and not strict,
He sits as if at a tea table,
And, laughing, lesson after lesson
Reminisces about his childhood,
About fishing, about snow women...
“Well, see you tomorrow! The frost has weakened."
In the cold
Valentina Lanzetti
Snow outside and cold.
The puddle is filled with strong ice.
Timid from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reaching for houses:
- Can I warm up with you?
Dilapidated hut
Alexander Blok
The dilapidated hut is covered in snow.
An old grandmother looks out of the window.
The snow is knee-deep for the naughty grandchildren.
It's fun for the kids to run fast on a sled...
They run, laugh, make a snow house,
Voices are heard loudly all around...
There will be a frisky game in the snow house...
If your fingers get cold, it’s time to go home!
Tomorrow they'll drink tea, look out the window -
And the house has melted, it’s spring outside!
The evening is quiet and frosty...
The evening is quiet and frosty.
Only there is no snow.
The stars turned on outside the window,
The lights in the house were turned off.
A cloud came out from behind the forest
The house became quiet and silent
At night someone is barely audible
He knocked on the windows with his paws,
And in the morning in silver
Snow-white silence
Someone clean and fluffy
It was on my window.
Wolf
Sasha Cherny
The whole village sleeps in the snow.
No goo-goo. The month disappeared for the night.
Snow is blowing.
The kids are all on the ice,
On the pond. The sleighs squeal together -
Let's go in a row!
Some are in the harness, some are the rider.
The wind is sideways. Our convoy has expanded
To the birches.
Suddenly the front line shouts:
“Devils, stop!” The sleds stopped, the laughter stopped.
“Brothers, wolf!..”
Wow, how they sprayed back!
Like hail. Scattering everything from the pond -
Who goes where.
Where is the wolf? Yes, it's a dog -
Our Barbos! Laughter, roar, laughter and talk:
“Oh yes wolf!”
Where is the sweet whisper...
Evgeny Baratynsky
Where is the sweet whisper of my forests?
Streams of murmurs, flowers of meadows?
The trees are bare; winter carpet
Covered the hills, meadows and valleys.
Under its icy crust
The stream grows numb; everything is numb
Only the evil wind, raging, howls
And the sky is covered with gray darkness.
Black ice
Valentin Berestov
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!
For whom are you singing, blizzard...
For whom are you singing, blizzard,
With silver horns?
- For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.
Snowy grandfather near the house
Snowy grandfather near the house
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We began to run at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
M. Vainilaitis
Wizard
K. Bilic
Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I am my album
Haven't opened it yet
And he already
Without tassels,
Without paints
All windows
He painted it for us overnight!
These are the berries!
M. Vainilaitis
Walked once
Father Frost
Along the forest alley.
Sees -
Bush,
And on it
The berries are turning red!
What a miracle!
Midwinter
The berries are turning red!
Be careful Santa Claus
Came out from behind the spruce.
Just - whoops!
And who goes where -
The berries have taken off!
What a miracle!
No, not a miracle:
The bullfinches have taken off!
Getting angrier, angrier, angrier
It's frosty outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers the nose.
Both people and machines
There's no time for beauty now.
Both people and machines
Noses covered.
V. Orlov
Winter is not far away
Light snowflakes flutter.
The pine trees across the river are turning grey.
The crow croaked from the vine:
“Zi-ma, winter is not far!”
But I myself know no worse,
I'm already getting ready for the skating rink.
Just in case in every puddle
I'm testing the strength of the ice.
T. Dmitriev
Winter has come
At night the wind howled like a wolf
And he hit the roof with a stick.
In the morning we looked out the window,
There's a magical movie:
Rolled out the white canvas
Sketched some bright stars
And hats for home
Winter has come. V. Fetisov
Winter has passed
Sparrow from a birch
Jump on the road!
No more frost -
Tick-tweet!
It's babbling in the groove
fast stream,
And your paws won’t get cold -
Skok-skok-skok!
The ravines will dry up -
Jump-jump-jump!
Bugs will come out -
Tick-tweet!
M. Klokova
Winter joy
White snow-snowball
It burns, it stings,
Come out, my friend,
Beyond the outskirts.
There's a snowy mountain there
Powdered,
There was a ski track yesterday
Paved by me.
Let's run with you
To the blue forest,
We'll bring it home
Winter joy.
G. Ladonshchikov
in winter
Like light fluffs,
Snowflakes are falling quietly,
They circle and curl as if alive,
Naughty, lacy.
But although the frost is angry,
Walking is pure fun for us.
And the children's faces are burning
And from the snow,
And from laughter.
I. Melnichuk
Winter in the forest
It's become noticeable
Navigated.
All trees
In lace:
Snow on the pine trees
On the bushes
They ate in white fur coats.
And got tangled in the branches
Violent snowstorms.
N. Goncharov
Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.
Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
A. Prokofiev
And the frost is not terrible
The city was covered with snow,
Frost hung like lace...
From porch to fence
Boris clears the snow.
And with a shovel in his hands
Next to him is Marinka.
The heat burns on the cheeks -
The path is getting longer and longer.
And my ears are not cold,
How the frost doesn't get angry
If only for kids
I want to work.
B. Belash
Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!
A. Prokofiev
End of winter
Where are the snowstorms, where is the frost?
Your nose doesn't get cold outside.
Just a whiff of spring,
The river ice is moving away
White boats
Following the snowstorms.
V. Schwartz
Freezing day
The frost is crackling. The rivers froze.
Birch trees by the river are trembling.
It is warm here. In a hot oven
The lights are crackling.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In the cozy warmth of the room
Subtle patterns will melt
On painted glass.
P. Obraztsov
On the hill
Go around all the yards -
There's no better mountain to be found.
Carefully! Beware!
The kids are rushing down
Standing, sitting, on my knees,
On cardboards and plywood.
Don't yawn ahead
Don't get in the way!
Oh-ho-ho, look for yourself,
What a miracle this sleigh is:
The five of us barely sat down,
And they rushed with the breeze!
In a straight line until the turn,
Someone was left behind...
We hit a snowdrift:
Whoever made it on his side - bang!
N. Gorodetskaya
New skis
They bought me skis yesterday.
I have dreamed about them for a long time.
At night there was snow on the roof.
In the morning I looked out the window,
I see the snow on the hill is melting,
The sun is shining bright,
In the streams and puddles the yard...
What a misfortune!
Since a long time
I dreamed of skiing in the cold.
I saw them a hundred times in my dreams.
And now I'm walking through the puddles
And I carry them on my back.
I. Shutko
First snow
In the trees, in the alleys
The snow flies whiter than flour,
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hands
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
He makes everyone so happy.
I. Melnichuk
Letter
It came to us
One letter
It was strange.
Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From pure ice,
But the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on the white snow:
- Soon soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly to the snowstorm,
I'll dance and spin,
I'll cover the ground with snow,
And trees, and houses...–
And signed: “WINTER”
I. Pivovarova
Let the snow get warmer
Oleg doesn’t go for a walk,
Can't handle snow:
“I’ll wait,” Oleg mumbles, “
Let the snow become warmer"
I. Melnichuk
Let it be almost six months
Nature sleeps under the snow,
Let the blizzard spin in the fields
Down bedspreads,
Let it get cold again
Let... And yet spring will come!
V. Lunin
Reluctant in the morning...
Reluctantly in the morning
Winter was busy -
Fallen leaves
I was sweeping in the garden.
Then off to work
Got it hot
And covered it with ice
Quiet stream.
After,
Rising
Higher and higher,
Winter has turned white
Fences and roofs,
Wrapped up the branches
Oak and pine trees
So that they can sleep sweetly
Until spring.
V. Mezinov
Sled
The sleigh is good, of course,
Only they are cunning:
Downhill, they go on their own,
And pull them up the hill!..
A. Shibaev
Footprints
Snow covered the gardens
And beds.
Footprints in the snow -
Puzzles.
Traces to me
These are familiar:
These are moose
These are kids.
G. Sapgir
Snowman
Come on, buddy, be brave, buddy.
Roll your snowball in the snow.
It will turn into a snowball
And the lump will become a snowman.
His smile is so bright!
Two eyes, a hat, a nose, a broom.
But the sun will be a little hot -
Alas! - and there is no snowman.
V. Egorov
Snowman
Among our yard
The snowman stood yesterday.
We made it ourselves
He had a bushy mustache.
And today outside the window
Streams flowed all around.
At night the snowman disappeared.
Maybe he went into the forest?
We kindly ask you guys
If the snowman has a mustache
Meet you on the way
Help us find.
D. Chuyako
Snowman
Who's that over there on the hill?
You won’t even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
Doesn't look like Yegorka.
Eyebrows covered with snow,
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman stood up.
V. Simonov
Snowfall
Snowfall, snowfall!
The garden is covered with snow,
And swamps and meadows,
And river banks,
And mountain paths,
And the fields are spacious.
Everything around is white and white,
All the roads were covered with snow.
There are oak trees in white padded jackets,
They ate in white dresses.
The white hares are happy:
It will be easier to hide.
I. Vasilevsky
Snow Maiden
Visit us in a white fur coat
The Snow Maiden has arrived.
- Snegurochka, Snegurochka,
What did you bring us?
Snow Maiden, Snow Maiden
He rubs his eyes with his hands:
- I’m not the Snow Maiden at all,
I am the boy Yura - here!
S. Kogan
Snowflakes
White snowflakes,
Light fluffs,
Like sparks are burning
On the palms of the guys.
And instantly melt
But they don't fly away.
N. Goncharov
Snowflakes
Downy snowflakes,
Cheerful and alive!
You're spinning, shimmering
In the silence of the forest
And you cover the ground
Shiny silver.
A. Lipetsky
Snowflakes
At my sister's, at Marinka's,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Lo and behold, there are no snowflakes in sight!
Who took the snowflakes?
At my Marinka's?
M. Rodina
Snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snow woman
They made it near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass
No one will pass.
Adults admire her
And children,
Horny hair
The wind blows at her.
She's familiar
Already for all the children,
And Zhuchka keeps barking:
- There's a stranger in the yard!
I. Demyanov
Snowball
To the clearing, to the meadow
A snowball is falling quietly.
The snowflakes have settled down,
White fluff.
But suddenly a breeze blew,
Our snowball started spinning.
All the fluffs are dancing,
White snowflakes.
I. Vinokurov
Snowball
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Z. Alexandrova
Icicle
Sun, from dawn
You suck this icicle.
Eat your lollipop quickly
May winter come to an end!
G. Vieru
Icicle
The icicle was afraid of heights
The icicle began to cry out of fright;
And so the slush came again,
And that’s why you’re wearing galoshes again.
A. Kondratiev
Frost sleeps
Snowdrifts - pillows,
The snow lies like a blanket.
Frost sleeps at the edge of the forest,
Having worked a lot.
He bound the rivers with ice -
Tired of work.
V. Schwartz
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Takes you by the nose
Brings me to tears!
Such bitter frost
Stuck,
Stuck, bored.
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Cover your nose -
It has grown to the eyebrows.
It's so cold!
Healthy,
It's crunching
Expensive.
N. Aseev
Oleg is surprised
Oleg is surprised:
- Why is there snow on the roof?
You won't ride on the roof
Neither sledding nor skiing.
V. Kudlachev
Puppy and snow
The puppy looked at the first snow
And I couldn’t understand anything.
— Where do so many white flies come from?
Has it crowded into our yard?
Or maybe it's bird fluff
Flying over the fence?..
He opened his mouth - and grabbed the snow -
And he began to chew thoughtfully.
He chews and chews, but here’s the problem!
There is only water on the tongue.
The puppy was completely embarrassed
And he went back to the kennel.
He wasn't stupid, he was just small
And I saw snow for the first time...
L. Dyakonov
This is snow!
Early-early
Snow.
The man was surprised:
"This is snow?
Can't be!
Outside?
Can't be!
On the grass?
Can't be!
In October?
Can't be!
Is it really snow?!” —
The man didn't believe it.
G. Sapgir
Meeting winter
I. Nikitin
It rained yesterday morning
He knocked on the glass windows,
There is fog above the ground
Got up like clouds.
At noon the rain stopped
And that white fluff,
Snow began to fall.
The night has passed. It's dawn.
There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean,
And the river froze.
Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom -
Walk anywhere:
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We will never get used to it, -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!
Christmas tree lullaby
V. Berestov
(from Maurice Carême)
Sleep, little Christmas tree, to the sound of the blizzard.
I'll take you away with fluffy snow,
Fall asleep on Mother Spruce's lap,
Go to sleep and don't listen to any nonsense,
So green in the white forest.
No wind, no animals, no birds, no one!
As if they will take our Christmas tree soon
And they will take you home to celebrate Christmas.
No, in a vat with a rim of colorful paper
They won't put you in front of everyone.
You will not hold garlands and flags,
Toys and candles, balls and a star.
No, you will hide the bunny - long ears
Blizzard and frost will decorate you,
And a star will flash on the top of your head
The hour the baby Christ was born.
Mother nature
(Four Seasons)
A. Usachev
From Mother Nature
All year - things to do, things to do...
Although at her age
And I could rest!
Strictly on schedule
She lives for a long time:
After all, there is little time,
And there is plenty to do.
In the spring he will wake up first,
Wake up the birds and animals
And buds on the trees
Will reveal it soon.
Draws water from the river,
The rain will wash the forest.
And the sun is like a stove,
Will melt in the middle of the sky...
Summer is full of worries:
Nature hurries into the garden -
Shower everything with bright light,
Sew an outfit for the trees.
And berries with mushrooms!..
What about herbs and flowers?!
She needs everything, like a mother,
Make it before dark.
It should be in Autumn
Arrange leaf fall,
Help the birch trees to shed
Shabby outfit.
Collect potatoes from the beds,
Burn the leaves from the gardens...
Put everything in order
Until the first cold weather.
But now the snow is spinning,
It's getting darker.
Nature goes to bed
With the beginning winter days.
Covering her, snowstorms
She is haunted by dreams:
- Sleep, Mother, in bed
Until next Spring!
S. Marshak
The children will go to bed early
On the last day of December,
And they’ll wake up a year older
On the first day of the calendar.
The year will begin with silence,
Unfamiliar with last winters:
Noise behind the double frame
Barely perceptible.
But the guys are calling outside
Winter day through ice glass
Into the refreshing cold
Of cozy warmth.
We will remember you with a kind word
Years old care,
Starting early in the morning
New day and New Year!
Christmas tree
K. Chukovsky
If only we were at the Christmas tree
legs,
She would run
Along the path.
She would dance
Together with us,
She would knock
Heels.
Would spin around on the Christmas tree
Toys -
Multi-colored lanterns,
Firecrackers.
Let's spin around the Christmas tree
Flags
From crimson, from silver
Papers.
We'd laugh at the Christmas tree
Matryoshka dolls
And they would clap for joy
In the palms of your hands,
Because tonight
At the gate
A merry New Year has come knocking!
New, new,
Young,
With a golden beard!
frosty wind
E. Trutneva
Sideways, sideways, sideways
A jackdaw walks past the windows.
All tousled by the wind,
Covered with snow.
Heavy, hairy
Wires-ropes.
Every call is like a string;
The whole country was buzzing.
The thermometer immediately noted -
A frosty wind has arrived:
Between dashes and dots
The blue bar has become shorter.
Z.Alexandrova
We are walking - the puppy is following us
Ran off without a leash.
He gallops in front of the sleigh
And around the snowman.
He hasn't seen snow yet -
He's small with us.
I ran with the skiers,
Stretched out and stuck.
I climbed the hill, to the top.
But, raising a cheerful squeal,
Slipped and lay on his back
I rode down on my tail.
We're going home - the puppy is behind us.
Black, white - you won't understand...
How can we come like this to mom?
If he looks like us!
Where's my finger?
N. Sakonskaya
Masha put on her mitten:
- Oh, where am I going?!
There is no finger, it’s gone,
I didn’t get to my little house.
Masha took off her mitten:
- Look, I found it!
You search and search and you will find.
Hello, little finger! How are you?
Morning
N. Nezlobin
Snow covered the forests and arable lands,
Snow in Moscow, snow in the Kremlin,
And the clock on the Spasskaya Tower
They are barely visible in the darkness.
But behind the tower the sun will rise,
Everything is shrouded in smoke,
And will extend its rays
Straight to the golden arrows.
The sun will wake up a schoolboy
And a preschooler in the garden.
Hello sun!
Hello, morning -
First day of a big year!
Steelworker on fire and in sparks
Prepares steel for the country,
And she is on swift wings,
Like an arrow, it rushes into the distance.
Underground, below, in the face,
The cutter cuts the coals,
And in the expanse it is blue
The ships are sailing...
Ahead - big and small -
You need persistent strength
To make you even happier
The entire Soviet country.
Y. Kolas
Go away, shaggy frost!
Do you hear, old man or not?
And over the garden
And above the hut -
Blue spring light.
The sun laughs tenderly,
Shines brighter, hotter,
And it pours loudly from the hillock
Talkative stream.
It is radiant, silvery,
It sparkles and trembles.
And the other one, just as pure,
He runs merrily nearby.
Don't you hear, angry grandfather,
Like in the sky-high distance,
Above the ground, washed by the rain,
Did the cranes scream?
And winter gave up, settled down -
Stop being naughty for her!
Come out guys, come out boldly
Sing songs, welcome spring!
E. Blaginina
From the roof - drip,
From the roof - a drop...
It's getting frosty
Very weak
And the snow has settled.
Sun
Lives in the mountain
Sun
Gorenko swims,
Like on a carousel.
All seasons are good in their own way. But winter, in my opinion, is the most amazing, magical time of the year.
In winter, nature falls asleep and at the same time transforms. Everything around is covered with a white blanket, there are snow caps on the tree branches, icicles hang from the roofs. They're arriving winter birds– bullfinches and tits. The air is so especially fresh and pleasant. In sunny, frosty weather it’s especially beautiful outside: the snow sparkles in the sun, crunches under your feet, and the icicles shimmer wonderfully different colors. And how beautiful the falling snowflakes are! All of them are absolutely different from each other, you can endlessly look at each one.
Winter has always been an object of admiration for artists, writers, and poets. A.S. Pushkin wrote: “Winter! The peasant, triumphant, renews the path on wood…” Winter is actually a celebration natural beauty, and frosts are a legend and a famous phenomenon in our country.
I love winter not only for its beauty, but also for the winter holidays that both adults and children love - Christmas and New Year. With the first snow falling, I am already beginning to look forward to the upcoming magical holidays, where the whole family will gather at one table. And during the holidays, you can enjoy the frosty, snowy winter to the fullest by skiing, playing in the snow and building funny snowmen.
Whatever the weather outside the window, I still really love winter, because it’s magical and beautiful time of the year. Nice winter!
2nd grade. 4th grade. 7, 3rd grade.
Several interesting essays
- Essay The image of Prince Tugoukhovsky in the comedy Woe from Wit by Griboedov
Prince Tugoukhovsky is given a secondary role in Griboyedov’s comedy entitled “Woe from Wit.” He is one of the first to arrive at the ball, which was held in the Famusovs’ house.
- Man and society in the work At Gorky's Day essay
Man and society are inextricably linked with each other. Each of us interacts with society. Unfortunately, harmony between the two concepts is often difficult to imagine, because one begins to understand that society limits his freedom of speech
- Yulia Tafaeva in the novel An Ordinary Story of Goncharov
“An Ordinary Story” by Goncharov is a very revealing novel from the point of view that life is such an unpredictable thing that it is simply impossible to imagine any kind of future for yourself in it
Tom Sawyer is a twelve-year-old cheerful boy. He is very resourceful, cunning, and sometimes playful. Everyone around him suffers from his mischief. Skipping classes, swimming without aunt's permission, constant fights with boys, devastation
Happy child 14.01.2017
Dear readers, strip New Year's holidays is gradually coming to an end. But winter is still in full swing. It's snowy January outside, and pre-spring February is ahead. Gradually, matinees and corporate parties disappeared. But this does not mean that it is time to forget about poetry. When, if not for long winter evenings, enjoy beautiful poetry? And also about the coldest and most fabulous time of the year? What poems about winter should you offer children?
Today on the blog we have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children. You can read them to children, learn them together, and simply enjoy beautiful rhymes with the whole family. How to choose good poems about winter for children? What will kids like best? I give the floor to the presenter of the column, Anna Kutyavina.
Hello, dear readers of Irina’s blog! Winter is truly a fabulous time of year. Wonderful holidays, incredible weather with snow, blizzards and blizzards, frosty days. Magical leisure time with sledding, skiing, skating. Decorated Christmas trees and house facades decorated with bright lights. Fairy tale!
Poems about winter for children in an interesting and light form convey all the bright atmosphere of the New Year holidays and winter fun. And also all the richness of winter nature.
Why poetry and not prose? Easy and understandable rhymes and the unique tempo of the poems help children quickly memorize lines and prepare for a matinee or family performance in front of their relatives. And it’s just easier to absorb information and recharge good mood and feel all the richness of our language. In addition, parents will also like it. So let's get started?
Short poems about winter for the little ones
You need to start introducing your child to poetry from a very early age. From the first years of life, mothers tell their babies short poems. And already in middle and older preschool age The child will be happy to listen and even learn poetry. We have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children 4-5 and 5-6 years old. Enjoy reading!
Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?
V. Berestov
Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!
A. Prokofiev
Where do they carry snow in cars?
Where do they carry snow in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They give it to the guys
For the New Year in gifts,
They will receive full bags -
And everyone runs to play in the snow!
Snowballs don't reach
They melt in the hot sun,
And only puddles here and there...
Where do they carry snow in cars?
I. Tokmakova
Three
Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.
Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
A. Prokofiev
Hello winter-winter!
Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!
G. Ladonshchikov
Wizard
Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!
This is snow!
Who's that over there on the hill?
You won’t even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
Doesn't look like Yegorka.
Eyebrows covered with snow,
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman stood up.
V. Simonov
Winter dream
I dreamed of mountains at night...
High mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Glittering snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.
Snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We are the snow woman
They made it near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass
No one will pass.
Adults and children admire her,
Horny hair
The wind blows at her.
She's familiar
Already for all the children,
And Zhuchka keeps barking:
- There's a stranger in the yard!
I. Demyanov
It's getting cold
The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.
He sits, barely breathing,
In a colorful padded jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.
- Get used to the cold! -
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.
Snowflakes
Light, winged,
How moths,
Spinning, spinning
Above the table by the light bulb.
We gathered for the light.
Where should they go?
They too, icy,
I want to warm up.
I. Bursov
I'm coming!
I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled.”
T. Bokova
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.
A. Prokofiev
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone it's cold in winter,
They run to the house quickly.
The sun remains.
Who will warm him?
It used to warm me up
We were glad to see the sun.
And now they admire
Snowfall dance.
I'll draw the sun
In my album,
And as if it will become
Lighten up the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know how to:
Don't be sad, sunshine!
I'll warm you.
L. Slutskaya
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Takes you by the nose
Brings me to tears!
Such bitter frost
Stuck,
Stuck, bored.
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Cover your nose -
It has grown to the eyebrows.
It's so cold!
Healthy,
It's crunching
Expensive.
All year round. January.
Open the calendar -
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.
S. Marshak
In the cold
Snow outside and cold.
The puddle is filled with strong ice.
Timid from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reaching for houses:
Can I warm up with you?
V. Lanzetti
Winter has come
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
I. Chernitskaya
Poems about winter for schoolchildren
Schoolchildren are already ready to perceive more adult poetry. It's time to introduce them to the works of great Russian poets. Moreover, they have plenty of beautiful poems about winter. Touching poems by Yesenin, eternal poetry of Pushkin, fascinating unique images works by Fet, Bunin, Nekrasov, Tyutchev. Poems from our selection will appeal not only to children, but also to parents. After all, we know many of these lines by heart...
For you - a pleasant selection of poems about winter for children 8-9 years old and older. Although, of course, it is difficult to focus on age when perceiving poetry. After all, our children, like us, are all different. But one thing is for sure - beautiful poems can leave few people indifferent.
Poems by Sergei Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Birch
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
A. S. Pushkin. Poems about winter for children
Winter morning
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Winter evening
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will rustle,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood he renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having planted a bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
It's both painful and funny to him,
And his mother threatens him through the window.
What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.
And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...
Winter road
Through the wavy mists
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.
On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.
Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...
No fire, no black house,
Wilderness and snow... Towards me
Only miles are striped
They come across one.
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress is coming - winter,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
Mother's pranks are winter.
Poems by Afanasy Fet about winter for children
Creaking steps
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.
Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
Lightened up, turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and kept singing;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.
Poems by Ivan Bunin
First snow
It smelled like winter cold
To the fields and forests.
Light up bright purple
Before sunset the sky.
At night the storm raged,
And with dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow started to fall.
And today over the wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye belatedly
A string of geese.
Poems by Nikolai Nekrasov
Snowball
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
- Who are you singing for, blizzard?
With silver horns?
— For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.
Little man with a marigold
Once upon a time in the cold winter time
I came out of the forest; it was bitterly cold.
I see it's slowly going uphill
A horse carrying a cart of brushwood.
And walking importantly, in decorous calm,
A man leads a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a short sheepskin coat,
In big mittens... and he's as small as a fingernail!
“Great, lad!” - Go past! -
“You’re so formidable, as I can see!
Where do the firewood come from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, chops, and I take it away.
A woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest. -
“What, does your father have a big family?” -
The family is big, two people
Just men: my father and I... -
“So there it is! What’s your name?”
- Vlas. - “What year are you?” -
The sixth has passed...
Well, dead! - the little one shouted in a deep voice,
He pulled the reins and walked faster.
Poems by Konstantin Balmont
Snowflake
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.
In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.
His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
Winter
The fields are covered with a motionless veil.
Fluffy white snow.
It’s as if the world had said goodbye to Spring forever,
With its flowers and leaves.
The ringing key is bound. He is captured by Winter.
One blizzard sings, sobbing.
But the Sun loves a circle. It preserves Spring.
Young will return again.
For now she went to wander in foreign lands,
So that the world knows dreams.
So that he sees in a dream that he is lying in the snow,
And he listens to the blizzard like singing.
Winter-winter. Poems for children by other poets
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
F. Tyutchev
Winter
White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
God's the days are short,
The sun shines little, -
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
I. Surikov
Winter has come
In the first week
Glazed
Eyes of water.
In the second week
Stiff
Shoulders of the earth.
In the third week
Buzzed
Blizzards
Winters.
In the first week
I lost heart.
In the second week
I was waiting for a miracle.
And in the third week,
How snow fell,
I felt good
Winter has come.
D. Samoilov
It's winter again
Spinning easily and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
The snow fell thick and white at night -
The room is bright from the snow.
The flying fluff is a little powdery,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day, fuller and better,
Fuller and better new year...
Winter pictures
Auntie is walking the puppy.
The puppy parted with the leash.
And now on low level flight
Crows are flying after the puppy.
The snow is sparkling...
What a small thing!
Sadness, where have you gone?
Summary of an integrated lesson on the formation of a holistic picture of the world in older children on the topic:"Zimushka - winter."
Educator: Efimova Alla Ivanovna
Tasks :
Expand children's understanding of characteristic features winters, oh winter phenomena x in nature.
Expand and activate the vocabulary on the topic “Zimushka - winter”, develop coherent speech.
Develop an aesthetic perception of the winter landscape.
Develop creative imagination artistic perception children, the ability to see and feel the state of winter nature, expressing their impressions in children's creativity and experimentation.
Preliminary work: conversation with children, collecting snow for an experiment.
Materials and equipment:
Audio recording of the song “Three White Horses”, moving games, cut snowflakes, a snowflake with riddles, an easel with illustrations winter landscapes, pictures, cups, gauze.
Progress of the lesson:
Playback It's getting cold.
The water turned into ice.
Long gray bunny,
The bunny turned white.
The bear stopped roaring.
A bear hibernated in the forest.
Who can say, who knows when this happens? (children's answers: in winter)
Playback Well done, right. You probably already guessed that today we will talk about winter, about winter phenomena. But first, tell me, what signs of winter do you know? (children’s answers: it’s snowing, it’s cold, water freezes on rivers, lakes, seas, people wear fur coats, felt boots, it’s frosty).
Playback Everything is correct.
And now, I’ll turn on the music, and you listen carefully, there are hidden answers to my questions.
The song “Three White Horses” plays (music by U. Krylatov, lyrics by A. Derbenev).
Playback Guys, what horses are the songs about, what are their names? (Children's answers:)
Playback: Correct. These are the winter months. What is the name of the first winter month? Second winter month? Third winter month? (Children's answers).
Playback The winter months have prepared interesting questions, tasks, and games for us. Are you ready, let's begin!
Playback I have a snowflake in my hands, and the first task is written on it.
Winter has come to us again.
Snow white, like chalk,
I managed to whitewash the houses, all the trees and paths,
And he’s knocking on our window!
Put on a fur coat, a hat,
Get your skis and sleds,
Run to meet winter,
Invite all the guys to play!
What can we play in winter? winter Games and entertainment you know? (children's answers)
There are illustrations attached to the easel (skis, skates, etc.), let us make sentences based on these pictures.
Play: Let's play with you too. Let's stand one after another and go: skiing, skating, making snowballs, sledding.
Rec.: The first month of winter is December. In the old days this month was called like this: lute, jelly, stuzhailo. They say that December is the beginning of winter.
Guess the riddle:
Decorated by a sorcerer
The windows are all in people's houses.
Whose patterns? - Here's a question.
I drew them... (frost)
Playback That's right, guys, it's frosty.
Physical education minute:
Let the bitter frost sting our cheeks and nose. (rub)
We love to play in the snow. We love skiing and skating. (simulate movements)
Hey winter, spin around and make friends with the children. (spinning)
We really, really like winter beauty. (clap)
Playback The second month of winter is January. People call January Prosinets. This month the sun is shining more often and the blue sky is peeking through.
Game: “Say a word.” I will read the beginning of the sentence to you, and you must tell me the ending. There will be small hints on the screen (slides)
Quietly, quietly, as in a dream, it falls to the ground... (snow).
Silvery fluffs keep sliding from the sky... (snowflakes).
A little white... (snowball) fell on the village, on the meadow.
Everyone is running a race, everyone wants to play ... (snowballs).
It’s like…(snowman) dressed up in a white down jacket.
Nearby is a snow figure, this is a girl - ... (snow maiden).
Playback Last month winter - February. In February, winter meets spring. In the old days, February was called wind blower, blizzard, bokogrey. Such different names. What would that mean? How do you understand the words - wind blower, blizzard, bokogray. (Children's answers)
Wind blower – because strong winds blow in February. Blizzard - because in February there are often blizzards. And Bokogrey - because spring is already close and the sun is getting warmer and warmer. And also, perhaps, because when there is a wind or a blizzard outside, everyone sits at home and warms their sides by the stove.
Vosp.: February has prepared a task for us. During a snowstorm, the wind broke and scattered snowflakes. You need to collect them. (Slide).
(Children are divided into subgroups of 2-3 people and collect cut snowflakes)
Have I prepared riddles about winter for you?
It's getting colder every day,
The sun is getting weaker and weaker,
Snow is everywhere, like a fringe, -
So, it has come to us... (winter)
What kind of miracle blanket is this?
At night everything suddenly became white.
No roads or rivers to be seen -
They were covered by fluffy... (snow)
The sorcerer froze
And lakes and streams.
I breathed cold, and now -
Not water in the stream, but... (ice)
There is only one fun in winter,
Everyone needs accuracy and dexterity in it.
What do you call “shells”?
What are you making and throwing at your friends? (snowballs)
Playback Guys, tell me what we make snowballs from? (answers) Vosk.: What does snow feel like? (Cold, soft.) What is the weight? (Light.) In what weather is the snow light, fluffy, dry, and easily crumbles? (In frosty weather). Why does the snow squeak underfoot in severe frost? (Because the rays of snowflakes break under your feet.) In what weather is snow sticky, heavy, wet, damp? (During the thaw).
Vosp.: Guys, what will happen to the snow if you bring it into the warmth? (children’s answers). In the previous lesson, we already talked about what happens to the snow? Answer me this question: is the snow clean or dirty? (children’s answers). Let’s take a look and draw conclusions.
Playback Now let's do an experiment with snow. Come here everyone. Yesterday I collected snow on the street and brought it to the group. What do you think happened to the snow? (children's answers). Is the melt water clean or dirty? (children's answers). Let's check. I have melt water in my cups, and the other cups have gauze on them. Take each a glass of water and pour it into the cup through the gauze. Please note what kind of water and gauze we have. (children's answers).
Playback Guys, tell me, can you eat snow, as many of you like to do? (children’s answers). Why? (children’s answers).
Playback Our lesson has come to an end, tell us what you liked about the lesson today (children’s answers), what we talked about today (children’s answers), what you learned new (children’s answers) and what conclusions can be drawn after today’s lesson (children’s answers ).
Playback Thank you all, well done everyone.
