We found each other in the winter campus, while fierce blizzards and february cold Furnished even the most ardent hearts. I arrived here with the aim of treating nerves and relax from the city bustle, overcoming the five-hour road from Voronezh to this paradise corner of the Earth. The photos in the travel agency did not deceive - I really found it in the most real fairy tale with white trees and narrow, mounted forest paths.
The prince appeared completely unexpectedly, though with a little delay, when I had already disappeared the last missing pieces of an escaping holiday. He also, like me, came from a very distant unknown city for a couple of days to work DJ in the local disco. We managed to get acquainted on it. Later, he naturally hooked in a bar for a table to our noisy black-born company, generously forcing all the free space with beer bottles.
And after some time, I shyly listened to cute stupidity, which he whispered enthusiastically at the ear, hiding in my long hair from curious surroundings of others. Farly uninhabited islands, gentle warm waves and small sand grains on tanned skin, born by imagination from his words, circled me in the whirlwind of the blind charm. I flew off from them, and stumbled on his soft lips. I tried to see harsh reality, but invariably turned out to be in power the waves somewhere in the area of \u200b\u200bfabulous distant islands.
The next day in the evening there were sand, waves and his tender lips. He diligently overlooked my heart abandoned from cruel life intrigues and I gratefully absorbed all the organism his lifelike energy. At dawn, I realized that he was leaving. Whether the eyes suddenly became strangers, or I really felt so sharply that I could read his thoughts.
This will be our last evening, you just have to be close! - I looked at his upset face.
I forgave. He was still near, and I forgive. And the next day, lonely burning from bright sunlight, reflected from the dazzling white snow, carefully convinced himself that the tears protrude in their eyes from these rays, and not from something else. "My sweet boy," - diligently removed the words on paper that he will never read. I wrote a letter to nowhere, and painfully realized that my prince already in many kilometers from me easely lives his ordinary life.
I waited for him exactly until the watch broke through midnight. And then it turned out to be forced to recognize defeat. Some important, unknown things in another city were more important for him of my lovers and uninhabited islands, which we created together.
When it became clear that wondering miracles already meaninglessly, I reluctantly sank to the ground to the fun to the full coil to friends. Outside the window blizzard frantically fought with an impenetrable night, and I sat literally for several centimeters closer to young man from our company. As the door opened in slow motion and everything was shocked. On the threshold, he stood and convulsively sought me in the crowd.
I did not have time to move away, and these treacherous several centimeters pain reflected in his eyes. Naturally, I rushed my beloved on the neck and hastily pulled out of curious looks in a dark corridor. But he has already managed to disappoint a little in me. Feeling his guilt, I climbed the tiptoe and pushing his cold cheeks. And I did not know how to make it can see the delight and happiness that raged in my heart.
We ran out on the street. Brutal wind instantly breeded my long hairI realized that I did not have time to wear a hat. Not far there was a car, indifferently illuminating the headlights of the suicide dancing falling snowflakes.
I took a taxi. I came for you! Let's go faster, waiting for us.
God! - flashed in my head, - because he probably gave all his monthly salary for this risky journey on a stateless car!
We will go! I steal you! I understood today that I can't live without you.
I stood in the wind and shocked something in my hands. It was at the same time painful and very sweet. Life boldly and impatiently called me forward, and I firmly remained in place, rushing from the cold in my own no need for reason. I was afraid to make an invalid step and fall into the abyss. I was afraid to become happy.
How is it all over? Who knows, maybe this is the very happy end? A large warm bathrobe saves from winter cold, in the chair sweet sniffs a huge gray cat, and I feel quite happily in a cozy home environment, because in the apartment and in the shower everything neatly lies on the shelves.
And my fabulous prince, I hope, still forgive me.
Marina Bondar
Winter fairy tale.
Winter came. Trees in the forest covered fluffy snow. Table birings hid in the snowy silence of the forest. All trees have become fluffy from snow.
Suddenly the bright rays of the winter sun carefully touched the crude snow of the earth. And what happened? From their cold touch on a snowy white, suddenly fascinated snowflakes played.
I like winter. This is a very beautiful time of year!
Kuznetsov Andrei, 9 years
Winter fairy tale.
Winter came. Outside the window everything was covered with a white fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the forest fell asleep fluffy fir.
Recently snow fell. The drifts became enormous. When a breeze bursts, shiny snowflakes will bump and take a new journey. Behind the large snowy trees is not visible sun. Watching the window, and sadness, longing takes. But do not despair. After all, winter holidays, joy, fun!
Winter is just a wonderful season.
Sorokin Alexander, 10 years
Winter fairy tale.
So winter has come. Birings hid in the silence of the Winter Forest. Old woman-ate zyabko rummage in the outfit. Dorming an old woman-Prenok, putting on a new hat. Nothing disturbing winter silence until the morning. Only a sharp breath of the breeze can break the sleep of the forest.
But here the dull rays of the winter sun timidly touched to fluffy snow. And suddenly the cold snowflakes played from their touch. A fat crow lay on the branch and disturbed winter sleep. The tree shook the sleeve, and everything subsided. How I love this time of year!
Muncueva Catherine, 10 years
Winter fairy tale.
Winter came. Winter enveloped all the trees. The forest became white, as if someone took a white fur coat and covered a beautiful forest. So that he fell asleep. It seems that winter sketched fluffy snowflakes on top. They quietly fell and fell on the trees, on the bushes, to the ground.
Shuschlebin Gregory, 10 years
Winter fairy tale.
Quietly burst winter. Trees dried white fur coats. Little penetches put on a new hat.
Suddenly a light breeze blew, the trees quietly swung. Snowflakes in the sky danced in white elegant dresses. A squirrel sat on a tree branch and examined the beauty of winter forest. The sun lightly touched the ground covered with a white bedspread.
In winter, the forest is dressed up as a carnival. How beautiful winter forest!
Gufaysen Artyom, 10 years
Winter fairy tale.
There was a beautiful winter. Trees wondered in snow-white outfits. Sipes and ate stand like Snow Maiden. The earth was covered with a large white blanket. Poto-an old man is sitting in a beautiful and elegant coat. Snowflakes fly as if small sparkles.
Suddenly a light breeze blew. Trees waved with their gentle sleeves. The sun tired of cold weather looked out. It missed his bright and gentle rays through a cold gray snowball. And after some moment, small icicles hang on the eating, as if small bats upside down. The birds arrive in the hope of finding at least some food at the mighty branches of the cedar. I really like a fairy tale in the Winter Forest!
TORRMOVA Alexander, 10 years
Winter is the time of year, which physically repels, but attracts soulful. These are days when the whole world is as if falling asleep.
And at this time around us finds out the unknown, attractive and mounted snowy life. Everything around resembles an unreal fairy tale in which you want to believe.
Quotes about the winter of Russian poets
In those days when the world commands the snow element, poets are taken for their work - to create. They breathe frosty air, drawing inspiration from all that surrounds them.
"But the winter is sometimes cold
Riding is pleasant and easy.
As verse without thought in the song fashionable,
Road winter smooth. "
A.S. Pushkin.
"And the White Dead Kingdom,
Those who thoughtfully in a shiver,
I whisper quietly: "Thanks,
You are more than asking, you give. "
B.L.Pasternak
"Snowflakes are heavenly salamandres."
M.I.TSvetaeva
"But our northern summer,
Caricature of southern winters. "
A.S. Pushkin.
"Also flashing and we
And seating, like guests of the garden ...
Since there are no colors among winter,
So it's not necessary to be sad. "
S.A. Jenin
Quotes about the winter of Russian writers
In minutes, when everything alive immersed as if in a winter dream, writers enjoyed peace and peace. Winter euphoria is an indescribable feeling. Goosebumps run throughout the body, frost pierces from the inside, and there are no thoughts in the head. There is nothing in my head except for the songs of the muse.
"Winter - honest season."
I.A. Brodsky
"You can love the winter and carry warmth, you can prefer the summer, remaining an ice fragment."
S. Lulkainenko
"Winter kills life on Earth, but spring comes, and all the living will be born again. But it was difficult to believe, looking at the ashes of the newly living city, which will ever come for him."
E. Dvoretskaya
"When a strong frost, people become warmer to each other."
M.Zhwannetsky
"If the troubles do not perceive like troubles, then there is no womb. And winter is not trouble."
O. Berbs
Quotes about Winter Foreign Writers
Perhaps not all writers saw the real winter - Russian. Not everyone could feel on Siberian frosts. Therefore, the views of the masters of the word at this time of the year were often dispelled. And yet each of them managed to transfer their winter mood.
"Winter also brings lazy winds that do not mind, why go human bodiesWhen you can go straight through them. "
Terry Prattyte
"Cool and tranquility I am completely soul. That's only in winter with cool, some bust turns out."
Vatari Vataru
"You see ... So much most different happens only in winter, not in summer, and not in the fall, and not in the spring. In winter, everything is the worst, most amazing ...".
Tuva Jansson
"In winter, there is something treacherous."
Vgugu
"For a fool, old age is burden, for ignoramus - winter, and for a man of science - a gold harvest."
Volter.
Quotes about winter from movies
We do not always see the white drifts outside the window or to get a snowfall in the New Year's Eve. But films will always help us in this.
"Winter is cold to those who have no warm memories."
From the movie "Unforgettable Roman"
"Winter on the Olukham lasts almost all year, it keeps both hands and does not let go. And the only salvation from the cold is those who you keep with the heart."
From the movie "How to Train Your Dragon"
"They say that here in winter it happens so coldly that laughter freezes in the throat and soul to death."
From the movie "Game of Thrones"
"- Winter is very long, right?
"She seems long, but will not be eternal."
From the cartoon "Bambi"
Quotes about the winter of contemporaries
Why not write if there is a desire. Especially in fabulous winter time. Create as far as anything.
"The warmth is no better than the cold, and vice versa. To raise flowers, it's better warm to skate, better cold!"
Oleg Roy.
"After cold winter Solar spring is always coming; Only this law and should be remembered in life, and the reverse is preferable forgetting. "
Leonid Soloviev
"The exact forecast promises: it may be the sun and even spring.
But in the soul of about it is an alarming - maybe I just believed tired. "
Winter - Magic and fabulous season, all natural world Measured B. strong sleep. Sleeps the cold forest, bodied by a white coat, not audible animals, hide in their minks, we will lose a long winter, just some come to hunt. Only the wind and blizzard, the eternal satellites of winter.
Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in the winter, children will know about the life of the world around the world in a difficult winter season, as the trees, animals, as the birds winter, learn about the phenomena of nature in winter.
Winter
K.V. Lukashevich
She was wary, white, cold.
- Who are you? - asked children.
- I am the time of year - Winter. I brought the snow with myself and soon sketch him on the ground. He will close a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother comes - Grandfather Frost and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys become sled, then wrinkles their hands, legs, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Grandfather Frost! - said children.
- Wait, children ... But I will give you a ride from the mountains, skates and sleds. And after Favorite Christmas will come with a fun Christmas tree and Grandfather Frost with gifts. Don't you like winters?
Good girl
K.V. Lukashevich
Stood harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. It was hard from this sparrow. The poor things could not find food. Potted grooves around the house and plaintively tweeted.
Pretty girl Masha's Girl Masha. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them from her porch. The gaps flew to the food and soon they stopped being afraid of Masha. So a kind girl sodged the poor birds to the spring.
Winter
Frosts fastened the land. Frozen rivers and lakes. Everywhere lies white fluffy snow. Children are happy to winter. On the fresh snow nice to run skiing. Seryozha and Zhenya play snowballs. Lisa and Zoya make a snowbaby.Only animals are hard in winter strules. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help in winter our little friends. Make for bird feeders.
Was Volodya on the Christmas tree
Daniel Harms, 1930
Was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All children were danced, and Volodya was so small that he was not even able to walk.
We planted Volodya in the chair.
That Volodya saw a gun: "Let! Give!" - screaming. And what "give", can not say, because he is so small, which is not able to speak yet. And I want it all: I want an airplane, I want a car, a green crocodile wants. I want everything!
"Give! Give!" - Screaming Volodya.
Dali Voloda rattle. Took Volodya rattle and calmed down. All children are danced around the tree, and Volodya sits in a wheelchair and risks risks. Very Volodya rattle liked it!
Last year I was on the tree with my friends and girlfriends
Vanya Mokhov
Last year I was on the tree with my friends and girlfriends. It was very fun. On the tree at Yashashka - played the stains, on the tree of Shurki - played in Zhmurki, on the tree at Ninki - watched the pictures, on the tree at Volodya - danced in the dance, on the tree of Lizaveta - ate chocolate candy on the tree, on the tree at Pavlushi Apples and pears.
And this year I will go to school to school - there will be more fun there.
Snowman
There was a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. His keen children who resorted to play and ride on sledding. They blinded three lumps from the snow, put them on each other. Instead of the eyes, there were two coils in a snowman, and instead of the nose inserted carrots. On the head, the snowman was put on a bucket, and his hands made from the old broom. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.
Children called home, and the snowman remained alone, standing on the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under the tree. One big with a long nose began to hammer the tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. Snowman scared: "What do you want to do with me?" And bullfinch, and it was he, answers: "I don't want to do anything with you, I just eat carrots now." "Oh, oh, do not eat carrot, this is my nose. Look, won on the tree hanging the feeder, there the children left a lot of food. " Bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.
Hello, winter!
So she came, the long-awaited winter! Going around the frost in the first winter morning! Streets, yesterday, more and autumn are dull, completely covered with white snow, and the sun ships in it with a blinding glitter. The fancy frost pattern lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, the frost covered the branches of the poplars. Whether we look along the street stretched by a smooth ribbon, you look around yourself, everywhere else is the same: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally risening the breeze pains the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What delicate, soft snowflakes smoothly spin in the air. Like neither barbed frost, he is also pleasant. Not for whether we all love winter, that it is just like spring, fills the chest with an exciting feeling. All alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. So easily breathes and so good in the soul, which is involuntarily smiling and I want to say the friendly of this wonderful winter morning: "Hello, winter!"
"Hello, winter long-awaited, cheerful!"
The day was soft and molly. The reddish sun was low hung over long, similar on snow fields, layered clouds. In the garden stood covered with the pink trees. Unclear shadows in the snow were impregnated with the same warm light.
Sugrooby
(From the story "Childhood Nikita")
The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Cineps in it deep humans and frequent dog traces. The air, frosty and thin, threw into the nose, sharks to the cheek. Karette, sheds and livestocks stood squat, covered with white caps, as if they were in the snow. As glass, traces of the polozov from the house through the whole courtyard.
Nikita escaped from the porch on crispy steps. Downstairs stood a new pine bench with a blades twisted rope. Nikita examined - it was done firmly, I tried it to slip well, drove the bench on the shoulder, captured the shovel, thinking that I would need, and ran along the road along the garden, to the dam. There were huge, slightly to the sky, wide winds covered with Inem, - each twig was exactly from the snow.
Nikita turned to the right, to the river, and tried to walk on the road, on the stranger tracks ...
On the steep shores of the river Chagra, large fluffy drifts over these days. In other places they dried out with capes above the river. Only become on such a cape - and he will blow, sit down, and the mountain of the snow rolled down in the cloud of snow dust.
To the right river hung a bluish shadow between white and fluffy fields. To the left, over the coolest, Cherneli huts, stuck cranes the villages of the Sovie. Blue high haze climbed over the roofs and melted. On the snow cliff, where the stains and stripes from the ash, which today was grated from the stoves, moved small figures. These were nikitins of buddies - boys from our "our end". And then, where the river was fucked, barely seen other boys, "Con-Changsky", very dangerous.
Nikita threw the shovel, lowered the bench on the snow, sat down on her riding, firmly took over the rope, pushed his two times, and the bench itself went from the mountain. The wind saw in the ears, rose from two sides snow dust. Down, everything is down like an arrow. And suddenly where the snow fell over the circular, the bench swept through the air and slid on the ice. I went quiet, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, tears from the bench and dragged her to the mountain, tightening his knee. When he climbed onto the shore, then the Nevdax, on the snowfield, saw the black, above human growth, as it seemed, figure Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed the shovel, rushed to the bench, flew down and ran through the ice to the place where the drifts were pushing a cape above the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was light - the snow was shovel. The seal of the cave, Nikita got into her, dragged the bench and from the inside began to be laid together by whom. When the wall was laid, a blue half washed in the cave, it was cozy and nice. Nikita sat and thought that no one from the boys had such a wonderful bench ...
- Nikita! Where did you fail? - He heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita ... looked in a shelter between coma. Below, on the ice, stood, rubbing my head, Arkady Ivanovich.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich corrected points and climbed to the cave, but now stuck in the belt;
- Get out, I don't pull you out from there. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
Above, but again stuck, put his hands in my pockets and said:
- You do not want, do not. Stay. The fact is that Mom received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving ...
- Which letter? Nikita asked.
- Yeah! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom the letter?
- Letter about arrival of some people for the holidays.
Top now the kisa snow flew. The head of Nikita leaned from the cave. Arkady Ivanovich cheerfully laughed.
The story "On trees in the winter time."
Trees, having gathered for the summer of strength, for the winter no longer eat, grow, plunge into deep sleep.Trees drop them with themselves, refuse them to keep warmly necessary for life. And discarded from the branches, the leaves rotting on the ground give heat and protect the roots of trees from the freezing.
Moreover, on each tree there is a shell, protecting plants from frost.
This is the bark. The bark does not miss any water or air. The older the tree, the thicker is the bark. That is why old trees are better tolerant cold than young.
But the best protection against frosts is a snowy bedspread. In the multi-skin winter snow, like a dying blanket, covers the forest, and then the forest is not terrible.
Buran
Snow white cloud, huge, like the sky, covered the entire horizon and the last light of red, chasing the evening dawn quickly hung the gustly pellena. Suddenly the night came ... A buran came with all the rage, with all his horrors. The deserted wind was played on the attorney, the snowy steppes exploded, like the fluff of Swan, threw them up to heaven ... All dressed white darkness, impenetrable as the darkness of the dark autumn night!
Everything merged, everything was mixed: the earth, the air, the sky turned into the bunch of boiling snowy dust, which blinded his eyes, held the breath, roared, whistled, crawled, moaning, beat, drill, spit from all sides, on top and bottom and stifled everything that he came across.
The heart falls at the very common man, the blood is blocked, stops from fear, and not from the cold, for it is significantly reduced by the sizzle during the burana. So terrible kind of winter outrage northern Nature...
Buran raised an hour from the hour. I raged all night and the whole day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines were made by high fights ...
Finally, it became gradually to sink the excitement of the snow ocean, which then still continues when the sky is already glorified with a cloudless blue.
Passed another night. Duck a buoy wind, sleepled snow. The steppes represented the view of the stormy sea, suddenly gladed ... The sun was revealed on a clear occasion; His rays on the wavy snow ...
Winter
There is already a real winter. The earth was covered with a snow-white carpet. There was not a single dark spubby. Even bare birch trees, alder and Ryabins were removed by the fuck, precisely silver down. They stood covered with snow, as if they had a dear warm fur coat ...
It was the first snow
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, recently there was the first snow, and everything in nature was under the rule of this young snow. The air smelled in the air, under his feet gently crunched snow. Earth, roofs, trees, benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and from this house looked differently than yesterday. Lanterns burned brighter, the air was transparent ...
Farewell to summer
(In reducing)
Once at night I woke up from a strange sensation. It seemed to me that I would shoot in a dream. I lay with open eyes, listened for a long time and finally I realized that I was not ogh, and simply behind the walls of the house there was an extraordinary silence. Such silence is called "dead". Rain died, the wind died, a noisy, restless garden died. It was only audible how to put a cat in a dream.
I opened my eyes. White and smooth light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snow and silent behind the glasses. In the foggy sky, a lonely moon stood on a dizzying altitude, and a yellowish circle was overflowed around her.
When did the first snow fall? I went to the classes. It was so light that the arrows were clearly covered. They showed two hours. I fell out at midnight. So, in two hours, the Earth has changed so uncomclosed, in two short hours of the field, the forests and gardens faded the scene.
Through the window, I saw how a big gray bird sat on a maple branch in the garden. The branch was injected, snow sprinkled from her. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow was lured, like a glass rain falling from the Christmas tree. Then again everything was amerated.
Woke up with ruver. He looked at the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow is very to the Earth.
The land was an elegant, similar to a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crushed around: the frozen roads, the leaves on the porch, black stems of nettle, protruding from under the snow.
The grandfather of Mitrine began to visit the tea and congratulated with the first one.
"So the Earth washed," he said, - snowy water from silver trough.
- Where did you get, Mithrich, such words? - asked Ruvim.
- And not really right? - My grandfather grinned. "My mother, the deceased, said that in the old years, the beauties were satisfied with the first snow from a silver jug \u200b\u200band therefore their beauty never sluggish.
It was hard to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather spent us before the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "not pushing the lubrications in the bones."
The forests were solemnly, light and quiet.
The day seems to be dreamed. With a cloudy high sky occasionally, lonely snowflakes fell. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into clean droplets of water, then muddle, murred and roused to earth as beads.
We wandered through the forests to twilight, went around familiar places. Flocks of bullfires were sitting, fascinating, on snow-covered mountains ... Someone in the glades flew and poultry filled out. The sky above the head of Bisho is very bright, white, and it is thick for the horizon, and his color resembled lead. From there they walked slow snow clouds.
In the forests, everything was greeted, all quieter, and finally it went thick snow. He melted in the black water of the lake, tied his face, chose the gray smoke of the forest. Winter began to host over the ground ...
Winter night
Night came in the forest.
In the trunks and bunches of thick trees, frost tapping, flakes are sleeping with light silver frost. In the dark high sky, apparently invisibly crumbled bright winter stars ...
But in the frosty winter night, a hidden life in the forest continues. Here cried and broken a frozen branch. It ran under the trees, softly bouncing, hareboat. Something flushed and terrible suddenly walked: somewhere shouted the Filin, howled and silenced her caress, hunt for the mice of ferrets, silently fly over the snow bugs of owls. As a fabulous watch, a hungry gray joint sat down on a bare. In the night darkness, he hears alone and sees how the life hidden from people is hidden in the winter forest.
Aspen
Beautiful aspen forest and winter. Against the background of dark freshers, a subtle lace of bare aspen branches is intertwined.
In the hollows of old thick, Osin nest night and day birds, squirrel squirrels fold their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out the lungs of shuttles, made trough. The bark of young oxinok feeds the winter hares-Belyaki. Gorky Corra Osin is gallowing moose.
You go, there was, in the woods, and suddenly, a heavy tetrayev-Kosach will fly to the noise. Almost from under the legs will jump and will run the hareboat.
Silver Spolikhi
Short, chmur December day. Snow twilight Vrowning with windows, muddy dawn in the tenth o'clock in the morning. During the day, I'm going on, drowning in a snowdrift, a flock of kids returning from school, WHO shrinks with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky behind the villages begin to dance and overflow silver spools - the northern lights.
On Sparrow Skok.
A little - just on the sparrow tube added the day after the new year. And the sun has not yet worn - in a bearish, on all fours, crawled along the spruce tops behind the river.
Snowwords
We love winter, love snow. He changes, he is different, and to tell about him, we need different words.
And from the sky, the snow falls in different ways. Throw your head - and it seems that with the clouds, like the branches of the New Year tree, shreds waders. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes, lucked on the fly. And it happens the snow to which the face will not rock: solid white balls hurt the forehead. They have another name - the grunt.
Clean, just who fought the earth the snow is called Powder. No better hunt than powder! All Follows Fresh in Fresh Snow!
And on Earth, snow lies in different ways. If leng - this does not mean that it calmed down to spring. Bed wind - and the snow came to life.
Walking down the street, and at the legs - white flashes: the snow, swept away by the janitor-wind, flows, flows on the ground. This is the low-level blizzard.
If the wind is circling, snowing in the air is a blizzard. Well, and in the steppe, where there is no wind cut, a snowstorm can be played - Buran. You wonder - and you will not hear the voices, we do not see anything in three steps.
February is a month of blizzards, a month of runch and bats. In March, the snow becomes lazy. He is no longer scattered with his hands like a swan fluff, he became a stationary and hard: you step on it - and the leg will not fail.
This over him was koving the sun and frost. In the afternoon in the sun all melted, at night, jerked, and the snow snapped with an icy crust, he felt. For such a smooth snow, we have our hard words - the present.
Thousands of human eye in winter are watching snow. Let your inquisitive eyes be among them.
(I. Netidin)
First frost
The night passed under a large clean moon, and by morning the first frost. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun was and warm up, the trees and herbs were struck by such a strong dew, such a luminous patterns were glanced from the dark forest of the branches of firings, which would not have enough diamonds of our entire earth.
It was especially good that the queen-pine queen was sparkling from above.
(M. Svtain)
Silent snow
They talk about silence: "Cherry water, below herb." But what could be quieter falling snow! Yesterday the snow fell all day, and as if he was silent from heaven. And every sound was only strengthened it: the rooster flashed, the corona called, the woodpecker drumbanil, Soyuka sang with all his voices, but silence grown everything ...
(M. Svtain)
Winter has come
Flew hot summer, passed golden autumn, snow fell - winter came.
Cold winds poured. Naked trees stood in the forest - waited for winter clothes. Spruce and pines have become more greener.
Many times with big flakes began to fall snow, and, waking up, people rejoiced winter: such a clean winter light shone out the window.
According to the first powder hunters went hunting. And all day was heard in the forest with a slurred barking dogs.
It stretches across the road and hid in Ylannik a hare accelerate trail. Fox trail, foot behind the paw, go along the road. The protein has moved the road and, having waved with a fluffy tail, jumped on the tree.
On the tops of the Christmas tree chips. Jump over the bumps of the cheeks.
Below, on Ryabin, busty red bunchies scattered.
Best of all in the forest of the Bloom Bear. From the autumn prepared a stool bear burgrel. I was blocked by soft spruce twigs, I gave a sphah sphah smithful bark.
Heat and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Lies a bear, with a side on the side
turns over. Not heard to him, as a cautious hunter came to the Berorror.
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Winter believer
Frost walks on the streets at night.
It goes frost around the yard, tapping, plotting. Night starry, windows blue, on the windows frost ice flowers painted - no one to identify.
- Ay yes Frost!
Frost walks: it is knocking into the wall, then it clicks on the goal, it will smoke the frills from the birch and scares the darling. Boring frost. From boredom will go to the river, knocks on ice, the stars will take, and the stars are radiant, gold.
In the morning, the ovens flood, and the frost here like here - the frozen columns of steel over the villages blue on the gilded sky of the smoke.
- Ay yes Frost! ..
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Snow
A clean white tablecloth covered and rests the Earth. Deep rushing drifts. Silent white caps covered and the trafficking forest.
On the tablecloth of snow see the hunters beautiful patterns of animal and bird traces.
Here at the Oglodatin Osinok Natropil Night Bunny-Belyak; Raising the black tip of the tail, hunting for birds and mice, drove the ermine. Beautiful chain goes on the forest edge trail of an old fox. According to the very edge of the field, the track in the next, robbing wolves passed. And through a wide planned road, blasting snow with hooves, Moose moved ...
Many large and small animals and birds live and feeds in a covert snowy navali, the critical winter forest.
(K. Ushinsky)
On the edge
Quiet early morning in the Winter Forest. Quietly comes dawn.
In the forest edge, the edge of the Snow Polyana is pierced with the night hunting of the red-haired old fox.
Gently hurts, the fox is crumbling under the legs of the fox. The paw behind the paw is closed behind the fox traces. Listens and watching Lisovin, will not drink under the niche in the winter nest, the mouse will not fall out of the bush a long-minded earliest bunch.
Here he moved in bitch and, seeing Lisovina, then-o-onenko - peak! peak! - Sichka-Korolek squeaked. Here, reassessing and fluttering, flew over the edge of a flock of Kleztov-Elovikov, hurriedly crumbled on the top decorated with spruce.
Hears and sees the fox, as she climbed onto the protein tree, and with a thick injected branch, scattered with diamond dust, a snow hat fell.
Everything sees everything hears, everything knows in the forest old, cunning foxes.
(K. Ushinsky)
In Berloga
Early winter, as soon as snow falls out, bears in Berorga.
Diligently and skillfully in the forest wilderness they are preparing these winter burgots. Soft fragrant cheese, bark of young Christmas tree, forest dry moss lined up their housing.
Heat and cozy in bear burgroges.
As soon as they hit the frost in the forest, fall asleep in the bears of bears. And than Lutee frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - tightly, it is not sufficient.
Late in winter they will have a tiny blind cubs.
Warmly bearish in burgroge covered in snow. Chumble, suck milk, clogged on the back of the mother - a huge, strong bear, who arranged for them the warm berry.
Only in a large thaw when it starts dripping from the trees and white caps rolls with a branch of snowy novel, the bear wakes up. Wants to learn carefully: did it not come if spring began in the forest?
A bear from Berloga is visible, will take a look at the winter forest - and again until spring on the side.
(K. Ushinsky)
What is the phenomenon of nature?
Definition. The phenomenon of nature is called, any change in nature: the wind has changed the direction, the sun rose, hatched, out of the egg, chick.
Nature is live and non-fat.
Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.
Examples of weather changes: a decrease in temperature, frost, snowfall, blizzard, blizzard, wilderness, thaw.
Seasonal phenomena of nature.
All changes in nature associated with the change of seasons - the seasons (spring, summer, autumn, winter) are called seasonal phenomena of nature.
Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.
Example: ice was formed on the water, the land covered snow, the sun does not warm, icicles and ice appeared.
The conversion of water into ice is a seasonal phenomenon in inanimate nature.
Observable natural phenomena In inanimate nature, occurring around us:
Frost covers the ice of the river and lake. Draws on the windows fun patterns. Blesses her nose and cheeks.
From the sky fall, circling snowflakes. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.
Family and blizzards notice the road.
The sun stands low above the ground and warms little.
On the street is cold, the day is short, and the night are long.
Comes New Year. The city is dressed in elegant garlands.
In the thaw snow melts and freezes, forming, on the roads, ice.
Great icicles grow on the roofs.
What phenomena, wildlife, can be observed in winter
For example: bears hibernate, trees dropped the leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, the children went outside with sleds.
In winter, trees are standing without leaves - this phenomenon is called seasonal.
Examples of changes occurring in winter, in the wildlife, which we observe:
Plant world, wildlife, resting in the winter.
Sleep the bear, in his berry, and sucks the paw.
Sleep trees and herbs, on meadows, covered with a warm blanket - snow.
Animal in winter is cold, they dress beautiful and fluffy fur coats.
Hares change clothes - change their, gray fur coat on white.
People dress warm things: hats, fur coats, boots and mittens.
Children ride on sledding, ice skating, make snowbaby and play snowballs.
For the new year, children, dress up the Christmas tree with toys and having fun.
For a holiday come to us, Snow Maiden and Santa Claus.
In winter, birds - Tits and Snegiri fly from the forest, to our feeders.
Birds and animals, winter, starve. People feed them.
More stories about the winter:
"Poetic miniatures about winter." Svienne Mikhail MikhailovichAksakov S.T.
In 1813, from the nicoline of the day (Nikolin Day - a church holiday, held on December 6th under Art. Style) was established by the crackle of December frosts, especially from winter turns, when, by popular expression, the sun went on the summer, and the winter on the frost. Syrya grew every day, and on December 29, mercury froze and dropped into a glass ball.
The bird of Merzla on the fly and fell to the ground already in the middle. The water, striking up from the glass, returned to the glaced splashes and icicles, and the snow was very little, everything is on the top, and the unfinished land was labeled for three quarters of Arshin.
Having breaking the pillars to build a surrounding barn, the peasants said that they would not remember, when the Earth was so deeply mixed, and they hoped next year on a rich harvest of winter bread.
The air was dry, thin, zagach, pierced, and a lot of cute people from violent colds and inflammation; The sun rose and fell down with fiery ears, and the month went through the sky, accompanied by cruciform rays; The wind completely fell, and the whole bearing of bread remained not well, so there was nowhere to go with them.
Hardly pierced with walking and axes corruses on the pond; The ice was a thickness with a terror in Arshin, and when it came to the water, then she, squeezed heavily, ice-eyed, beat, like from the fountain, and then only calmed down when the hole was widely flooded, so it was for reading it was to diverting the walkways ...
... was great was the kind of winter nature. The frost squeezed moisture from wood bans and trunks, and bushes and trees, even the roots and high herbs were chosen by brilliant Iney, according to which the sun's rays were harmlessly gliding, shook them only with a cold glitter of diamond lights.
Reds, clear and quiet stood short winter days, similar as two drops of water alone on the other, and somehow sadly, he became restlessly in the soul, and the people were naught.
Diseases, Cutelessness, impersonal, and ahead of the nonsense for livestock. How not to nourish? Everyone prayed about the snow, as the summer about the rain, and now, finally, the pigtails went on the sky, frost began to hand over the clarity of the blue sky, pulled the Western wind, and the plump cloud pulled, imperceptibly coming, clouded from all sides the horizon.
As if having done my job, the wind again duck, and fellow snow began straight, slowly, big shreds to descend to the ground.
Joyfully watched the peasants on fluffy snowflakes fluffling in the air, which, first fluttering and circling, sank to the ground.
The snow began to go from a village early lunch, he walked incessantly, an hour from the hour is thick and stronger.
I always loved to look at a quiet fall or downward snow. To quite enjoy this picture, I went out in the field, and a wonderful spectacle introduced my eyes to my eyes: all the limitless space around me was the kind of snow flow, as if the heavens opened, crumbled in a snowy down and filled the entire air movement and amazing silence.
There were long winter twilight; Falling snow started to close all items and white darkness dressed the ground ...
I have grown home, but not in a stuffy room, but in the garden, and with pleasure I went on the tracks, squeezed snowflakes. The lights in the peasant sinks were lit up, and the pale rays lay across the street; Items were mixed, drowned in the darkened air.
I entered the house, but there was a long chamber for a long time, stood until then, as long as it was impossible to distinguish the descending snowflakes ...
"What powder will be tomorrow! - I thought. - If the snow will stop going to the morning, where Malik (Malik - a hare trail in the snow) - there and Rusak ... "and hunting care and dreams mastered my imagination. I especially loved to follow Rusakov, which many were found in the mountains and ravines, near the bread peasant Gumen.
I have prepared all the hunting supplies and shells from the evening; Several times ran out, whether it was snowing, and, concing that he was still going, as much and quietly, just as much as the land, with pleasant hopes went to bed.
Long winter night, and especially in the village, where it is too early: the sides will break, waiting for a white day. I always woke up one hour for two to dawn and loved to meet a winter dawn without a candle. On this day I woke up even earlier and now went to find out what was being done in the yard.
The courtyard was perfect silence. The air stood soft, and despite the twelve-perdus frost, it seemed warm me. Snow clouds were poured, and only occasionally some kind of late snowflakes fell on my face.
In the village, life has long woke up; In all the breathing, the lights were lit and the furnaces were treated, and in the gum, with the light of the blazing straw, the bread was thy. The hum of speeches and chains of chains from neighboring Ovinov reached my hearing.
I suffered, heard and did not come soon in his warm room. I sat down against the window to the east and began to wait for the light; For a long time it was impossible to notice any changes. Finally, a special whiteness appeared in the windows, turned the tiled stove, and the wardrobe with books, which until then could not be distinguished.
In another room, the door to which was converted, the stove was already treated. Goodness and crackling and patting the damper, it covered the door and half the courtyard in some fun, glad and welcoming light.
But the white day took into his own rights, and the lighting from the trample stove gradually disappeared. How well, how sweet was on the soul! Quiet, quiet and light! Some unclear, full of nurses, warm dreams filled out the soul ...
Excerpt from Essay "Buran" 1856
Aksakov S.T.
Snow white cloud, huge, like the sky, covered the entire horizon and the last light of red, chasing the evening dawn quickly hung the gustly pellena. Suddenly the night came ... A buran came with all the rage, with all his horrors. The deserted wind was played on the attorney, the snowy steppes exploded, like the fluff of Swan, threw them up to heaven ... All dressed white darkness, impenetrable as the darkness of the dark autumn night! Everything merged, everything was mixed: the earth, the air, the sky turned into the bunch of boiling snowy dust, which blinded his eyes, occupied the breath, roared, whistle, shed, moaning, beat, drill, spit from all sides, top and bottom, was wound like snakes , and stifled everything that he came across.
The heart falls at the very common man, the blood is blocked, stops from fear, and not from the cold, for it is significantly reduced by the sizzle during the burana. So terrible the type of indignation of the winter northern nature. A person loses his memory, the presence of the Spirit, Immediately ... And this is the cause of the death of many unfortunate victims.
For a long time, our conversations with their twenty-dupled valves were dragged. The road entered the horse, the horses were increted. People mostly walked on foot, ringed on his knee in the snow; Finally, everyone was embarrassed; Many horses stuck. The old man saw it, and although his Serko, who was all harder, for he first laid the mark, still cheerfully pulled her legs - the old man stopped the traffic. "Other," he said, told all the men to himself, "there is nothing to do. Need to surrender to the will of God; Need to sleep here. We will make a car and straightened horses together, a circle. Relochal and raise up, we have wrapped around their cats, sit under them, like under the slag, and we will wait for the Light of God and good people. Avos not all freeze! "
The Council was strange and terrible; But it consisted in it the only means to salvation. In misfortune, there were young people, inexperienced people. One of them, who has a horse less than others, did not want to obey the old man. "Fully, grandfather! - he said. - Serko, did you have, so and do we cross with you? You have already lived on the White Light, you don't care; And I still want to live. Before the desire, Seven will not be. We will go guys! May the grandfather stay with those who have a horse at all. Tomorrow, God will give, we will be alive, turn here and dig them. " In vain said the old man, vainly argued that Serko was deprived of less than others; In vain supported by Petrovich and two more of the men: the scenes of the rest on the twelve strucks went further.
Buran raised an hour from the hour. I raged all night and the whole day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines were made by high fights ... Finally, it became a little bit to sink the excitement of the snow ocean, which even then continues when the sky is already glorified with a cloudless blue. Passed another night. Duck a buoy wind, sleepled snow. The steppes represented the view of the stormy sea, suddenly gladed ... The sun was revealed on a clear occasion; The rays of it on wavy snow began. Touched overwhelming brunches and all sorts of passages.