Spring stories for children. Card index on fiction on the topic: Tales of Spring

The winter lasted so long that everyone no longer hoped to wait for the warmth.

- Oh oh oh! - Grass sighed under the snow. - How long can you sleep?! Under the snow, of course, it’s warm, but boring. Spring would sooner come. Everyone would see how tender, fresh, bright green I am!

- And I dream of seeing the sun! - Snowdrop squeaked in a thin voice. “Even though I’m small, I’m strong, seasoned, and I’m not afraid of frost.” It’s time for me to break through the snow to show everyone that spring has come. People will see me and be happy. For them, I am the first herald of spring.

The Bear stirred in the den, opened one eye - it was dark, looked out of the den - snow.

- I’ve already laid down all my sides! - Mishka growled. “I’m emaciated, I’ve eaten all my fat reserves.” There's nothing else to eat. I'm tired of sucking my paw. When will spring come?!

Hamster woke up from the bear's roar.

- What's happened? Why does the Bear growl? Is it already spring? - Hamster shouted sleepily. - And I haven’t run out of supplies yet. I have brought so many of them into the mink for the winter that it will last until summer.

He looked out of the hole, and it was winter outside.

“I shouldn’t have woken up,” grumbled the Hamster, “there’s no spring.” You can still take a nap.

The Marmot was fast asleep in a hole nearby. He never wakes up until spring. No matter how much Hamster shouted to him, he could not wake up his friend.

But then a large black Rook sat down on a birch branch.

- Forest dwellers! Stop sleeping! I brought you spring! - he shouted throughout the forest. - She's already very close. Meet her!

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief and began to prepare for the meeting.

Questions and tasks

- Why did all the inhabitants of the forest want spring to come?

- What was Grass grieving about under the snow?

- Why did the Bear grumble angrily?

- Why didn’t Hamster want spring to come?

- Which of the forest inhabitants was the Hamster unable to wake up?

—Who brought the first news of spring to the inhabitants of the forest?

- Imagine yourself as forest dwellers at the end of winter and role-play the fairy tale.

- Show how Grass and Snowdrop spent the winter, and then the sun warmed up, they looked out from under the snow, were happy about the sun, and began to grow; We were a little cold from the morning frosts, but then we warmed up.

— Draw a forest in early spring.

- Come up with a continuation of the fairy tale. Who else has woken up from hibernation? Who already had cubs in winter? Who didn't sleep all winter and waited for spring the most?

Story about Spring:

In spring, the sun rises higher and shines brighter, the days become longer.
Snow is melting everywhere, stormy, sonorous streams are running.
The ice on rivers, ponds and lakes becomes covered with cracks, becomes loose, darkens and melts, and ice drift begins. Ice floes float along the river, break with a crash, and melt water floods the meadows and lowlands. The flood begins.
Icicles hang from the roofs; at noon, when the sun gets hotter, the icicles begin to melt, and spring drops ring.
Tree sap, warmed by the spring sun, rises from the roots to the swelling buds. The willow buds have fluffed up, and although there are no leaves yet, the whole tree seems to be shrouded in a delicate yellow-green cloud. Earrings on alder and hazel become lighter and fluffy. In the forests, fields and meadows, spring flowers open: coltsfoot, snowdrop, lungwort.
Insects wake up after a long winter. Returning from warm regions to their homeland migratory birds. The rooks arrive first, then the starlings, wagtails, and larks.
Ends hibernation animals. Adult animals molt, winter fur is replaced by summer fur, and squirrels and hare change the color of their coats.
A mother bear with her cubs comes out of the den. A badger comes out of a hole. The she-wolf gives birth to cubs.
In spring people have a lot of work. In the field, the soil is prepared for crops and rye, barley, and millet are sown. Early crops are sown in gardens: dill, parsley, carrots, onions.
The gardens are covered with white and pink lace capes - apple trees, cherries, and plums are blooming.

Poems about Spring

No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.
And everything started to fuss,
Everything forces Winter to get out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise... .
The evil witch went crazy
And, grab the snow,
She let me in, running away,
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief are not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blusher
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)

***
Drops
At noon I listen to the drops,
She murmurs like a bird's trill.
The crystal bell rings,
Running from the roof over the porch.
Drops gurgle, ring, sing,
It breaks snow and ice.
She doesn’t care about a big snowdrift,
She runs like a living stream.
I will clear the way for the stream,
So that he can look at the world.

***
in spring
At Spring Lots of work,
The rays help her:
They drive together on the roads
Talking streams,
They melt the snow, break the ice,
They warm everything around.
From under the pine needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.
Flowers on the thawed patch
The golden ones have blossomed
The buds are full and swollen
Bumblebees fly from the nest.
Spring has a lot of worries,
But things are looking up:
The field became emerald
And the gardens are in bloom.

***
Spring
Admire it spring is coming,
The cranes are flying in a caravan,
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And the streams in the ravines are noisy.
Soon you will have guests,
Look how many nests they will build!
What sounds, what songs will flow
Day after day from dawn to dawn.
(I. S. Nikitin)

***
Spring song
The snow is no longer the same -
He darkened in the field.
The ice on the lakes is cracked,
It's like they split it.
The clouds are moving faster
The sky became higher.
The sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting darker every day
Stitches and paths
And on the willows with silver
The earrings glow.
(S. Marshak)

***
Spring
Spring is coming to us,
With quick steps,
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
Visible in the fields.
That's right, very warm
Spring has legs.
(I. Tokmakova)

***
About Spring
They told us about spring
Songs from the birdhouse
And the earrings are yellow
On hazel branches.
They told us about spring
Sparrows are pugnacious,
Hairy willows,
The streams are noisy.
Butterfly hives
In a forest thawed area,
Blue snowdrops
And damp felt boots.
(N. Naydenova)

Tasks.

"Find the extra word."

Explain your choice.

1.March, April, May, November:
2. coltsfoot, lungwort, chamomile, snowdrop;
3.bear, fox, calf, squirrel;
4.butterfly, wagtail, bumblebee, bee;
5.tractor, shovel, rake, pitchfork.

Name the action:
1. What does the sun do in spring?
(It shines, illuminates the earth, warms, warms, pleases, shines...)
2. What does grass do in spring?
(It rises, appears, sprouts, breaks through, turns green, covers the earth with a carpet...)
3. What do birds do in spring?
(They fly in, return to their native lands, build nests, settle in birdhouses, hatch chicks...)
4. What do the buds do in the spring?
(They pour, swell, burst, unfold into green leaves, grow, open; the first leaves appear from the buds - tender, green, fragrant, fragrant...)
5. What can you do with flowers?(Plant, water, look at them, admire them, give them, smell them, cut them, put them in a vase...)

Proverbs about Spring:

1. April with water, May with grass.
2. May, May, don’t take off your fur coat.
3. Whoever does not start sowing in March forgets about his wealth.
4. Spring is our father and mother; whoever does not sow will not reap.
5. Spring is red during the day.
6. Spring will show everything.
7. Martok - wear two trousers.
8. March sets the frost on the nose.
9. No matter how angry the blizzard is, everything smells like spring.
10. Water flowed from the mountains - it brought spring.
11. Prepare the sleigh in the spring and the wheels in the fall.
12. If you miss a day in the spring, you won’t get it back in a year.
13. A day earlier you sow, a week earlier you harvest.
14. If you sow in good weather, you will produce more offspring.
15. He who sows early does not lose seeds.
16. He who hopes for heaven sits without bread.
17. In the spring, if you fall behind for an hour, you won’t catch up during the day.
18. Spring is red during the day.

Riddles about Spring:

I water the crops
There is a lot of movement.
My name is... (spring)

The first to get out of the earth
On a thawed patch
He is not afraid of frost
Even if it's small. (Snowdrop)

The snow is melting,
The meadow came to life
The day is coming...
When does this happen? (Spring)

She grows upside down
It grows not in summer, but in winter.
But the sun will bake her -
She will cry and die. (Icicle)

If he wants, he will fly straight,
He wants - he hangs in the air,
Falls like a stone from the heights
And in the fields he sings, sings. (Lark)

It made a noise, it made a noise,
I washed everything and left.
And gardens and orchards
It watered the whole area. (Storm)

They can't wait for me,
As soon as they see it, they will run away. (Rain)

An arrow flew
Fell into a swan.
I'm looking but I can't find it. (Lightning)

The ox roared
A hundred mountains
For a thousand cities. (Thunder)

Riddles about the month of March:
***
In warm sunny boots,
With a light on the clasps,
A boy runs through the snow
- The snow is scary, naughty girl:
As soon as he steps, the snow melts,
The ice along the rivers has broken.
He was overcome with excitement.
And this boy is ... (March)

***
Blowing warm South wind,
The sun is shining brighter.
The snow is thinning, softening, melting,
The loud rook flies in.
What month? Who will know?
(March)

***
Streams run faster
The sun is shining warmer.
Sparrow is happy about the weather
- Visited us for a month...
(March)

Poems:
***
No wonder winter is angry,
Its time has passed -
Spring is knocking on the window
And he drives him out of the yard.
And everything started to fuss,
Everything forces Winter to get out -
And larks in the sky
The ringing bell has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And he grumbles about Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it just makes more noise... .
(F. Tyutchev)

***
Women's March celebrates the holiday,
Gives gifts, congratulates
And - in cellophane from the frost -
He gives mimosa sprigs to everyone.

Riddles about the month of April:
***
The river roars furiously
And breaks the ice.
The starling returned to his house,
And in the forest the bear woke up.
A lark trills in the sky.
Who came to us?
(April)
***
The bear crawled out of the den,
Dirt and puddles on the road,
A lark trills in the sky
- He came to visit us...
(April)
***
It's frosty at night,
In the morning - drops,
So, in the yard...
(April)
***
The forest, fields and mountains wake up,
All the meadows and gardens.
He knocks on every hole,
Humming by the water.
"Wake up! Wake up!
Sing, laugh, smile!"
A pipe can be heard far away.
This wakes everyone up...
(April)

Poems:
***
Snow is melting,
And drops from the roofs,
The birds have returned from the south.
Mischievous boy -
April
It frolics in all the streams.

***
The bear woke up
No sadness, no anxiety
The bear was sleeping in his den.
Slept all winter until spring
And he probably had dreams.
Suddenly the clubfoot woke up,
He hears a drip...
What a disaster!
I groped in the dark with my paw
And he jumped up - there was water all around!
The bear hurried outside:
Floods - no time for sleep!
He got out and saw: puddles,
Snow is melting...
Spring came!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

***
April
Streams run through the fields,
There are puddles on the roads,
The ants will come out soon
After the winter cold.
A bear sneaks through
Through the dead wood.
The birds began to sing songs.
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)

***
The king's eyebrows are furrowed,
Said yesterday:
"A storm has struck
Monument to Peter."
He got scared:
"I did not know! Really?
The king laughed:
“First, brother, April...”
(A.S. Pushkin)

Riddles about the month of May:

***
The distance of the fields is green,
The nightingale sings.
IN White color the garden is dressed,
The bees are the first to fly.
Thunder rumbles. Guess,
What month is this?
(May)
***
The garden tried on white,
The nightingale sings a sonnet,
Our land is dressed in greenery
- We are greeted warmly...
(May)
***
A baby is running in bast shoes,
You can hear his steps.
He runs and everything blooms,
He laughs and keeps singing.
Hid happiness in petals
On the lilac bushes.
“My lily of the valley, smell sweet!”
- The cheerful one commanded...
(May)

Poems :
***
May!
Nature breathes.
On warm days
They buzzed in the cherries
May beetles.
Seven cherries.
Each contains three beetles.
You'll count the beetles
For sure.
***
Come on over!

Dear little starling,
Finally arrive!
For you I built a house,
Not a birdhouse, but a palace!
Come and sing
A song about green May!
Come to our yard soon!
All is ready! Come!
(M. Karim)
***
May

The lily of the valley bloomed in May
On the holiday itself - on the first day.
Seeing off May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.
(S. Marshak)
***
Victory Day

May holiday -
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.

The road calls them in the morning
To the ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
The grandmothers look after them.
(T. Belozerov)

The fairy tale evokes good, warm feelings in each of us. And this is no coincidence. After all, all children love fairy tales, and we were all children once. Each of you probably had a favorite fairy tale, and maybe it still remains so... Read fairy tales to your children - this will only make them better, kinder, sincere and even smarter.

And today, in honor of the fact that there is very little left until the beginning of spring, we want to offer you fairy tales about spring from different writers. We have chosen the best and most interesting ones and really hope that they will not leave you and, especially, your children indifferent.

Tale of Spring

Daria Khokhlova

Mother Nature had four daughters: Spring, Summer, Autumn and Winter. The youngest, Vesna, was a very fragile, tender girl. Her dress and shoes were made from young shoots, leaves and buds. The older sister, whose name was Leto, loved green color, and all her green outfits were decorated with summer flowers. Sister Autumn was an adult, she wore beautiful multi-colored costumes that combined all kinds of colors and decorated her head with a wreath of autumn flowers. The oldest sister was Winter. She had a stern disposition, but with her beloved sisters she was as soft as the first fluffy snow. Winter liked to dress only in white dresses and crystal ice shoes.
One day, Mother Nature gathered all her daughters and told them: “You are already adults and can take care of the household yourself. Therefore, I allow you to take care of business on your own.” The sisters were glad that Mother Nature allowed them to take charge and began to distribute responsibilities. This is where they encountered their first difficulties. Everyone wanted to be in charge. Winter said: “I’m the eldest and that’s why I want everything around to be white and white, so that there are big snowdrifts and then we can build snowmen, skate and jump into the snowdrifts.” Autumn says: “I don’t agree that everything is white and white. And for me everything will be colorful, bright and festive. We will walk and run through the puddles after a big autumn rain.” Summer said: “Sisters, what are you arguing about, it’s all wrong. It's green time bright sun, colorful flowers - this is a miracle. We will be able to sunbathe all day long, swim in the sea, listen to the chirping of birds and on dark clear nights look at the stars and sing songs around the fire.” But no one asked the opinion of Vesna’s youngest sister. Everyone decided that she was too small and would not be able to offer them anything interesting, so she would not manage.
Since the sisters could not come to one decision, the older sisters decided to take turns running the household. But who will be on duty first and who will be second? And then they decided to cast lots. The first duty fell to Summer. Summer came into her own and did her job properly. The bright sun was shining, the birds were singing cheerfully, everyone was swimming and sunbathing. It's time for the second sister to be on duty. But who will it be? The lot fell on Autumn. Autumn also tried to show herself as a good housewife. She carefully colored everything in different colors and abundantly watered the earth with thunder showers. Everyone reaped a rich harvest and were happy and praised Autumn. Now it's time to be on duty older sister- Winter. She knitted a white down blanket and covered the ground. She decorated the trees with frost and covered all the reservoirs with ice. The animals in their holes were warm and cozy under a large cover of snow, everyone was skiing, playing snowballs and having fun until they dropped.
Three months passed and it was time for Leta to be on duty. But then everyone saw that this was simply impossible. There are no leaves on the trees to turn green, no grass on the ground and no flowers to bloom. Butterflies and other insects that should pollinate flowers so that more and more of them are sleeping, birds have not returned from the south, and there is still ice on the rivers and lakes. There's nothing but white snow, frost and ice. Summer cannot come into its own.
And then the sisters Summer, Autumn and Winter called Mother Nature for help. They asked her to make leaves on the trees, melt the snow and ice, call the birds home, wake up the animals and other inhabitants of the forest, release the grass from the ground and warm up the sun more strongly. But Mother Nature said: “Why are you turning to me for help? You have a sister, Vesna.” “So she’s still very little and doesn’t know how to do anything. How can such a baby put everything in its place?” - asked the sisters. But Mother Nature suggested that they not ask questions, but simply hand over duty to Vesna and they would see everything for themselves. And the sisters saw it. Spring first melted the snow and ice. Drops rang, streams ran, rooks, swallows and other birds flew in. Buds swelled on the trees and bushes, green sprouts began to emerge from the ground, snowdrops appeared, and gardens bloomed. The air warmed up and it became warm and joyful. Butterflies are flying everywhere. The birds have chicks. Everything woke up and came to life.
Then the older sisters realized how unfair they were towards younger sister and did not appreciate her abilities and talents. Although she is small, Spring, she is remote.

Tale of Spring

Russian folktale

A spring stream runs to the river, rings and rejoices. Suddenly on his way big Stone got up. The stream beat, beat against him, pushed, pushed - and did not move. A hare came running to drink water. The stream asks:
- Hare, hare, move the stone! I can't run any further!

The hare pushed and pushed the stone, did not move it and ran away. A wild boar came running to drink water. The stream asks:
- Boar, boar, move the stone! I can't run any further!
The boar pushed and pushed the stone, did not move it and ran away. A bear came to drink water. The stream asks:
- Bear, bear, move the stone! I can't run any further!
The bear pushed and pushed the stone, did not move it and left. A mole crawls out of a hole and says:
- Creek! Give me some water to drink, I'll move the stone.
And the stream to him:
- Where can you, small and blind, move the stone! His hare, boar and bear pushed, pushed and - did not move!
The mole drank water. And let's dig holes and passages under the stone. I dug and plowed all the ground under the stone. The stone moved and fell into the ground.
The stream became happy, rang, gurgled and ran further towards the river.

Forest thaw

Sergey Kozlov

Oh, what a soft, warm thaw it was!.. Snowflakes were swirling, and the forest smelled of spring. The hedgehog sat on the porch of his house, sniffed the air and smiled.
“It can’t be,” he thought, “that just yesterday the trees were cracking in the forest and the angry Santa Claus was creaking under the windows with his large felt boots, but today he’s not there at all! Where is he?"
And the Hedgehog began to wonder where Santa Claus could hide.
“If he climbed a pine tree,” the Hedgehog reasoned, “then somewhere under the pine tree there are his big felt boots. After all, even Little Bear can’t climb a pine tree in felt boots!
“If he climbed under the ice,” Hedgehog continued to think, “then somewhere on the river there must be a hole, and steam must come from it. Because Santa Claus sits in felt boots at the bottom and breathes. And if he completely left the forest, I will definitely see his traces!”
And the Hedgehog put on his skis and ran between the trees. But there were no felt boots under any tree, he didn’t see a single hole in the river, and he didn’t find any traces anywhere.
- Father Frost! - Hedgehog shouted. - Call me back!..
But it was quiet. Only snowflakes were spinning around, and somewhere far, far away a Woodpecker was knocking.
The hedgehog stopped, closed his eyes and imagined a beautiful Woodpecker with red feathers and a long nose. The woodpecker sat on the top of a pine tree and from time to time threw his head back, squinted and, as if angry, knocked with his nose: “knock!” Pine bark splashed and, rustling softly, fell into the snow...
“Probably the Woodpecker knows where Santa Claus is,” thought the Hedgehog. “He sits high and can see everything.”
And he ran to the Woodpecker.
- Woodpecker! - Hedgehog shouted from afar. -Have you seen Santa Claus?
- Knock Knock! - said Woodpecker. - He left!
- Where are his traces?
The Woodpecker hung his nose towards the Hedgehog, squinted, looked at him and said:
- And he left without a trace!
- How? - Hedgehog was surprised.
- It’s very simple! A cloud arrived and sank low. Santa Claus first threw felt boots on him, then he climbed in and swam away...
- Where? - asked the Hedgehog.
- To Kudykina Mountain. Knock-knock! - said the Woodpecker.
And the Hedgehog, reassured, went home and on the way imagined the snow-covered Kudykina Mountain, on which Santa Claus was probably walking now and creaking his large felt boots.

Clean birds

Sergey Kozlov
(from the cycle of fairy tales about the Hedgehog and the Little Bear)

Most of all, Hedgehog loved these first truly spring days! There was no longer a single island of snow left in the forest, thunder rumbled in the sky at night, and although lightning was not visible, real torrential rain continued until the morning.
“The forest is washing away! - thought the Hedgehog. - Christmas trees, stumps and edges are washed. And the birds are now flying from the south, and the rain washes their feathers too!”
And in the mornings he went out onto the porch and waited for clean, washed birds.
- We haven’t arrived yet! - said Belka.
- Car-r-r! They're having trouble on the way! - Crow lisped.
And the Hedgehog sniffed the air and said:
- It still smells like clean birds!
And the Woodpecker then began to clean his feathers at the very top of the pine tree.
“I have to be clean too! - he thought. “Otherwise they will fly in and say: why are you so dusty, Woodpecker?”
The hare was sitting under a bush and washing his ears.
- Take the fir cone! - Hedgehog shouted. - Fir cone washes better!
- What do you recommend to clean my horns with? - asked Moose, going out to the edge of the hedgehog’s house.
“Sand,” said the Hedgehog. - There is nothing better than cleaning your horns with sand. And the Elk went to the river bank, lay down near the water and asked the Fox, who was catching fleas in the rapids, to clean his horns.
“It’s inconvenient,” muttered Elk, “birds will fly in, and my horns are dirty...
- Now! - said the Fox.
He was cunning and knew how to clean himself. He sat up to his neck in icy water and held a bunch of last year's grass in his raised paw. The fleas had frozen in the water and were now crawling down the paw to this bunch. And when everyone crawled down. The fox threw last year's grass into the water, and it was carried away by the current.
- That's all? - said the Fox, crawling out onto the shore. -Where are your horns? The elk bowed its horns, and the fox began to polish them with sand.
- To make them shine? - he asked.
“No,” said the Hedgehog. - Shiny horns are ugly. They should be... foggy
- That is, so that they don’t shine? - Lis clarified.
“So that they don’t shine,” said the Hedgehog.
And Elk even snorted - he felt so good and pleased.
And the Woodpecker had already completely cleaned his feathers and was now clean and young.
The hare washed his ears and washed his tail.
And the Hedgehog had long since wiped each needle with a rag and was so clean that even the cleanest bird could not tell him that it was cleaner than him!

Spring Tale

Sergey Kozlov
(from the cycle of fairy tales about the Hedgehog and the Little Bear)

This has never happened to Hedgehog before. Never before had he felt like singing and having fun for no reason. But now, when the month of May arrived, he sang and had fun all day long, and if anyone asked him why he was singing and having fun. The hedgehog just smiled and began to sing even louder.
“That’s because spring has come,” said the Little Bear. - That’s why the Hedgehog is having fun!
And the Hedgehog took out a violin from the closet, called two hares and told them:
- Go, take your drums from last year and come back to me!
And when the hares came with drums over their shoulders. The hedgehog told them to go behind, and he went first, playing the violin.
-Where is he going? - asked the First Hare.
“I don’t know,” answered the Second.
- Should we beat the drums? - he asked the Hedgehog.
“No, not yet,” said the Hedgehog. - Don't you see: I play the violin!..
And so they walked through the entire forest.
At the edge of the forest in front of a tall pine tree, the Hedgehog stopped, raised his muzzle and, without taking his eyes off Squirrel’s hollow, began to play the most tender melody he knew. It was called: “Sad Mosquito.”
“Pi-pi-pi-pi-i!..” - the violin sang. And the Hedgehog even closed his eyes - he felt so good and sad.
- Why did we stop here? - asked the First Hare.
- Don't you understand? - Hedgehog was surprised. - Red Sun lives here!
- Should we beat the drums?
“Wait,” the Hedgehog grumbled. - I'll tell you when…
And again he closed his eyes and started playing “Sad Mosquito.”
The squirrel was sitting in the hollow and knew that it was the Hedgehog standing under the pine tree, playing “Sad Mosquito” and calling her Red Sun... But she wanted to listen to the violin longer, and so she did not look out of the hollow.
And the Hedgehog played all day until the evening and, when he was tired, nodded his head to the hares - and they quietly drummed so that the Squirrel knew that the Hedgehog was still standing below and waiting for her to look out.

How Hedgehog went to see the sunrise

Sergey Kozlov
(from the cycle of fairy tales about the Hedgehog and the Little Bear)

On spring evenings, everyone in the forest dances: the Hare with the Squirrel, the Woodpecker with the Tit, the Bear with the Donkey, and even the old Wolf walks around the old stump and, no, no, sits down to the music...
“Quack! Quack! - ducks shout from the river.
“Kwa! Kwa!” - the frogs echo them.
“Ugh!..” sighs Owl. He doesn’t like bright spring evenings so much...
“Everyone is having fun,” Hedgehog thinks, walking along the path between two Christmas trees. - Everyone is dancing and singing. And then they get tired and go to bed. And I won't go to bed! I’ll walk until the morning, and when the night ends, I’ll go up the hill and watch the dawn...”
And the moon is already shining in the sky, and the stars are setting around it in a circle, and the Hare falls asleep, the Squirrel hides in the hollow, the Little Bear goes to his home, the Donkey runs past the Hedgehog, the Wolf yawns with all his wolf's mouth, and just falls asleep with his mouth open, and the Hedgehog still walks along the path from Christmas tree to Christmas tree, between two pines, and waits for dawn.
“I’ll go up the hill!” - he says to himself. And along the way he comes up with what it might be like - a spring dawn.
“Green,” thinks the Hedgehog. “Everything is green in spring!”
And on the hill a fresh breeze is blowing, and Hedgehog is cold. But he still walks back and forth along the very top and waits for dawn.
- Come on! - Hedgehog mutters. - Where are you? I'm already cold!..
But there is still no dawn.
“Where is he staying? - the hedgehog thinks. “He probably overslept!”
And he lies down on the ground, curls up in a ball and also decides to sleep a little, and then immediately wake up when dawn comes.
And falls asleep...
And the dawn comes blue-blue, in white shreds of fog. He blows on the Hedgehog, and the Hedgehog moves his needles.
“He’s sleeping...” whispers the dawn.
And he starts to smile. And the wider he smiles, the brighter everything around him becomes.
And when the Hedgehog opens his eyes, he sees the sun. It floats head over heels in the fog and nods its head at him.

Extraordinary spring

Sergey Kozlov
(from the cycle of fairy tales about the Hedgehog and the Little Bear)

It was the most extraordinary spring that Hedgehog could remember.
The trees blossomed, the grass turned green, and thousands of rain-washed birds sang in the forest. Everything was blooming.
First the blue snowdrops bloomed. And while they were blooming. It seemed to the hedgehog that there was a sea around his house, and that if he stepped off the porch, he would immediately drown. And so he sat on the porch for a whole week, drank tea and sang songs.
Then the dandelions bloomed. They swayed on their thin legs and were so yellow that, waking up one morning and running out onto the porch, the Hedgehog thought that he found himself in yellow, yellow Africa.
"Can't be! - Hedgehog thought then. “After all, if this were Africa, I would definitely see a Leo!”
And he immediately dashed into the house and slammed the door, because he was sitting right opposite the porch real Leo. He had a green mane and a thin green tail.
- What is this? - muttered the Hedgehog, looking at the Lion through the keyhole.
And then I realized that it was an old stump that sent out green shoots and blossomed overnight.
- Everything is flowering! - Hedgehog sang as he went out onto the porch.
And he took his old stool and put it in a vat of water.
And when he woke up the next morning, he saw that his old stool had bloomed with sticky birch leaves

Stories about spring, stories about spring nature. Cognitive spring stories about spring for elementary school children.

Stories for elementary school children

Spring is red

In the garden, the willow blossomed white puffs. The sun is shining hotter and hotter. During the day, drops drip from the roofs, long icicles melt in the sun. The roads have become dark and crumbling.

The ice on the river turned blue.

The snow has melted on the roofs. The ground was exposed on the hills and near trees and walls.

Sparrows are jumping merrily in the yard, spending the winter, happy and happy.

- Alive! Alive! Alive!

White-nosed rooks have arrived. Important, black, they walk on the roads.

It’s as if someone has woken up in the forest and is looking blue eyes. The spruce trees smell like resin, and the multitude of smells makes you dizzy. The first snowdrops spread last year's leaves with their green petals.

These days, the body of the birch trees is filled with sweet juice, the branches turn brown and the buds swell, and clear tears ooze from every scratch.

The very hour of awakening comes elusively. The first willow, and behind it - you accidentally look away - the whole forest became green and tender.

It’s so dark at night that no matter how hard you try, you can’t even see your own fingers. On these nights, the whistling of countless wings can be heard in the starless sky.

The beetle buzzed, hit a birch tree and fell silent. A mosquito blows over the swamp.

And in the forest, a ferret hits a dry leaf - rustle! whoosh! And the first snipe ram began to play in the sky.

The cranes were racing in the swamp.

The gray wolf, hiding in the bushes, walked into the swamp.

The first frozen woodcock stretched across the brightening sky, swirled over the forest and disappeared.

The capercaillie plays louder and louder on the bitch. He plays and listens for a long time, stretching his neck. And the cunning hunter stands motionless, waiting new song- then they fell near the wood grouse even from a cannon.

The first to meet the sun, the lark rose from the boundary like a column, higher and higher, and his golden song poured onto the ground. He will be the first to see the sun today.

And behind him, in the clearings, with their tails outstretched, the black grouse began to dance in a round dance. Their booming voice can be heard far away at dawn.

The sun has risen - you won’t have time to gasp. The smallest star windows closed first. Only one big star remained burning above the forest.

Then the sky turned golden. The breeze blew and smelled like forest violet.

A shot rang out at dawn and rolled for a long time through fields, forests, and copses. For a minute everything fell silent, and then it poured out even more loudly.

A flowing white fog hung over the river and meadow.

The tops of their heads turned golden - a strong and cheerful someone screamed in the forest! — the dazzling sun rose above the earth.

The sun laughs and plays with its rays. And I don’t have the strength, looking at the sun, to restrain myself.

- Sun! Sun! Sun! - birds are singing.

- Sun! Sun! Sun! - flowers open.

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Spring

The sun is shining brighter and brighter over the fields and forest.

The roads in the fields darkened, the ice on the river turned blue. The white-nosed rooks have arrived and are in a hurry to straighten out their old, disheveled nests.

Streams rang down the slopes. Resinous, fragrant buds swelled on the trees.

The guys saw the first starlings at the birdhouses. They shouted merrily and joyfully:

- Starlings! The starlings have arrived!

A white hare ran out to the edge of the forest; sat down on a tree stump and looked around. Ears on the top of a timid hare's head. The white hare looks: a huge elk with a beard has come out to the edge of the forest. He stopped and listened to the elk... And in the deep forest the bear took the little bear cubs born in the den for their first walk. The cubs have not yet seen spring, they do not know the big dark forest. They don’t know what the awakened earth smells like.

In a clearing, near a forest stream, funny, clumsy bear cubs are playing merrily. With fear they look into the cold running water, climb onto stumps and old driftwood thawed in the sun...

Geese are flying in slender schools, reaching from the south; The first cranes appeared.

- Geese! Geese! Cranes! - the guys shout, raising their heads.

Now they're spinning over wide river The geese went down to rest on the water-filled wormwood.

Other flying geese saw the geese resting on the ice and began to approach them. The other geese were happy to see their comrades. A joyful cry rolled far over the river...

Spring is getting warmer, noisier and more beautiful.

While warming up in the forest, silky soft puffs blossomed on willow branches. Busy ants ran over the hummocks.

And over the clearing where the snowdrops had opened, the first butterfly fluttered.

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Arrival of finches

From the arrival of the finches to the cuckoo, all the beauty of our spring passes through, subtle and complex, like a bizarre interweaving of branches of an undressed birch tree.

During this time, the snow will melt, the waters will rush away, it will turn green and be covered with the first, most expensive flowers earth, the resinous buds on the poplars will crack, the fragrant sticky green leaves, and then the cuckoo flies. Only then, after all the wonderful things, will everyone say: “Spring has begun, how lovely!”

(M. Prishvin)

Birch trees are blooming

When the old birch trees are blooming and the golden catkins hide from us the already open small leaves above, below on the young ones everywhere you see bright green leaves the size of a raindrop, but still the whole forest is still gray or chocolate - that’s when you come across bird cherry and it amazes you how its leaves on the gray seem large and bright. The bird cherry buds are already ready. The cuckoo sings in the most luscious voice. The nightingale is studying and adjusting. The damn mother-in-law is charming at this time, because she has not yet risen with her thorns, but lies on the ground like a big, beautiful star. Poisonous yellow flowers emerge from under the black forest water and immediately open above the water.

(M. Prishvin)

Spring

It was now impossible to look at the sun - it poured down from above in shaggy, dazzling streams. Clouds floated across the blue, blue sky like heaps of snow. Spring breezes smelled of fresh grass and birds' nests.

In front of the house, large buds burst on the fragrant poplars, and chickens moaned in the baking sun. In the garden, grass climbed out of the heated earth, piercing the rotting leaves with green stalks, and the entire meadow was covered with white and yellow stars. Every day there were more birds in the garden. Blackbirds ran between the trunks - dodgers walked. There is an oriole in the linden trees, big bird, green, with yellow, like gold, fluff on its wings, fussing and whistling in a honeyed voice.

As the sun rose, all the roofs and birdhouses woke up and poured in different voices the starlings wheezed, whistled, now with a nightingale, now with a lark, now with some African birds, which they had heard enough of over the winter overseas, mocking, and out of tune terribly. A woodpecker flew like a gray handkerchief through the transparent birches; sitting on the trunk, he turned around, raising his red crest on end.

And so on Sunday, on a sunny morning, in the trees that had not yet dried out from the dew, a cuckoo crowed by the pond: with a sad, lonely, gentle voice she blessed everyone who lived in the garden, starting with the worms.

Fairy tale for preschoolers "This is magic."

Description of material: You can tell children about what changes happen in the spring with plants, birds and animals, you can tell children 5-7 years old by getting acquainted with my fairy tale.
Goals and objectives: introduce children to the changes taking place in living and inanimate nature spring, develop cognitive interest.

The cold and frosty Zimushka Winter reigned on earth for a long time, but its reign will eventually come to an end. The last winter month - blizzard February - has ended and it’s time to give way to the first spring month - March, also still snowy, but already a little warm and sunny . The time has finally come for the charming beauty Spring.

Spring looked around her possessions and thought: “Where should I start?” And the first thing Spring decided to do was ask the warm Sun to warm it up more strongly. And Sunny is just happy. It spread its warm rays and began to bake the earth more intensely. The winter snow immediately turned black, wrinkled and began to melt. The streams began to gurgle and run in different directions. Here and there, still small thawed patches began to appear, which became larger and larger.
The earth peeks out from under the snow, warms up under the warm sun rays, and the bugs and spiders, who had been sleeping underground all winter, also felt the warmth and began to crawl out into the sun, they wanted to warm up, and they were tired of sleeping underground all winter.
And the birds are right there. They saw bugs and spiders and were happy. Over the winter they missed such tasty food. And then other birds - larks, rooks, starlings - began to return from warmer climes. They were tired of wandering around foreign lands and wanted to go home as soon as possible. They arrived and immediately began building nests, laying eggs and hatching chicks.
Spring looked around. It's good how it turned out!!! Beauty!!! And the Sun is heating up even more. Now the first flowers have begun to appear - snowdrops. The snowdrops blossomed their beautiful, delicate bells and immediately everything around became elegant. The birds looked around and began to chirp their songs even more cheerfully. And after the snowdrops, the buds on the trees began to swell and the leaves began to bloom. Everything around turned green.
Vesna is pleased with her work. But that’s not all...
Spring went to wake up the various animals that have been sleeping all winter. First of all, Spring went to the den of Mishka the clubfooted bear. She went up to the den, warmed her up a little with warmth, Mishka woke up. And after him came the prickly hedgehog and the homebody badger and the glutton marmot and the raccoon woke up. All the animals crawled out of their holes, warmed themselves in the sun and ran to look for food, because during the winter they had become very hungry and completely lost weight.
And the bunnies quickly changed their fur coats from white to gray, otherwise the fox or wolf would quickly catch them. And the squirrels also exchanged their gray winter coats for red summer coats and are jumping, happy, along the branches.
Spring looks around and is not overjoyed. The sun is warming. Everything around is green - both the earth and the trees. Bugs and spiders are crawling on the ground, birds are hatching eggs in nests in trees, animals have begun to have offspring. Everything around is joyful and carefree.
This is such magic!!!