Four wizard-painters somehow came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; They got together and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as the judge: “It lives high in the sky, it has seen many wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”
Sunny agreed to be a judge. The painters got to work.
Winter
The first to volunteer to paint a picture was Zimushka-Winter.
“Only Sunny shouldn’t look at my work,” she decided. “She shouldn’t see it until I finish.”
Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me.
The fields and hills turned white. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.
Winter walks through the mountains, through the valleys, walking in large soft felt boots, stepping quietly, inaudibly. And she herself looks around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.
Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew away his white cap. I need to put it on again. And there, between the bushes, a gray hare is sneaking. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory animal or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“Dress yourself, sideways, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed in the snow any time soon.”
But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be dressed up more beautifully and warmly.
Winter had prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it was simply amazing: all bright red, like a fire! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love with it!”
She dressed the pines and spruce trees in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white hats down to their eyebrows; I put downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.
And she threw a white blanket over the mountain ash that grows at the edge of the forest. It turned out so well! At the ends of the rowan branches, clusters of berries hang, like red earrings visible from under a white blanket.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox one - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; and the gray wolf ran through the forest, also leaving his prints. But the bear’s footprint is nowhere to be seen, and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter Toptygina built a cozy den in the thicket of the forest, covered the target with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.
But it’s not just animal tracks that can be seen in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, the snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are chickens of the woods - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the remaining berries.
Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley hazel grouse and black grouse. On the white snow how beautiful they all are!
The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from twig to twig, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from a pine cone. He’ll stick it into the crevice and hit it with his beak!
The winter forest lives. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winter - lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.
The sun parted the blue cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys... And under his gentle gaze everything around him becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up and glowed. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, on the bushes, on the trees. And the breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and multi-colored lights also sparkled and danced in the air.
It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.
The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires one month, another - he cannot take his eyes off her.
The snow sparkles more and more brightly, everything is more joyful, more fun all around. Winter itself cannot withstand so much heat and light. The time has come to give way to another artist.
“Well, let’s see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Winter grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”
Spring
Another artist, Vesna-Krasna, began work. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture should she draw?
Here the forest stands in front of her - gloomy, dull.
“Let me decorate it in my own way, like spring! »
She took thin, delicate brushes. She slightly touched the branches of the birch trees with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on the aspen and poplar trees.
Day after day, Spring paints its picture more and more elegantly.
In a wide forest clearing, she painted a large spring puddle with blue paint. And around her, like blue splashes, scattered the first flowers of snowdrops and lungworts.
He still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; their branches were covered by Spring with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if covered in snow, there are wild apple and pear trees.
The grass is already turning green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, marigold flowers bloomed like golden balls.
Everything comes alive all around. Sensing the warmth, insects and spiders crawl out of various cracks. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.
And how many birds there are in the forests and fields! And for each of them, Spring-Red came up with an important task. Together with the birds, Spring builds cozy nests.
Here on the branch of a birch tree, near the trunk, is a finch’s nest. It’s like a growth on a tree—you won’t notice it right away. And to make it even more invisible, white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!
Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork of branches.
And the long-nosed, handsome kingfisher made his bird house on the steep bank of the river: he dug a hole with his beak, and built a nest in it; only he lined it inside not with fluff, but with fish bones and scales. It’s not for nothing that the kingfisher is considered the most skilled fisherman.
But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. It was woven with their beaks by winged needlewomen - birds, nicknamed remez. Only the bird's thumb was not tied; Instead, they left a hole - this is the entrance to the nest.
And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!
Days pass by. The living picture of forests and fields became unrecognizable.
What's that crawling around in the green grass? Bunnies. They are only two days old, but they are already great: they look in all directions, twirl their mustaches; They are waiting for their mother hare to feed them milk.
Vesna-Krasna decided to finish her picture with these kids. Let the Sun look at her and rejoice at how everything comes to life around her; let him judge: is it possible to paint a picture even more fun, even more elegant?
The Sun peeked out from behind a blue cloud, looked out and admired it. No matter how much it walked across the sky, no matter how many marvelous things it saw, it had never seen such beauty. It looks at the picture of Spring and cannot take its eyes off. Looks a month, then another...
The flowers of bird cherry, apple and pear trees have long since faded and fallen into white snow; The grass has long been green in place of the transparent spring puddle; in the birds' nests, chicks hatched and became covered with feathers; The tiny bunnies have already become young, nimble hares...
Even Spring itself cannot recognize its own picture. Something new, unfamiliar appeared in her. This means that the time has come to give way to another artist-painter.
“I’ll see if this artist will paint a picture more joyful, more fun than mine,” says Vesna. “And then I’ll fly to the north, they won’t wait for me there.”
Summer
Hot Summer has begun its work. He thinks, wonders what kind of picture he should draw, and decides: “I’ll take simpler colors, but richer ones.” And so it did.
Summer painted the entire forest with lush greenery; meadows and mountains were covered with green paint. Only for rivers and lakes I took a transparent, bright blue one.
“Let,” thinks Summer, “let everything in my picture be ripe, ripe.” It looked into the old orchard, hung rosy apples and pears on the trees, and tried so hard that even the branches could not stand it - they bent down to the very ground.
In the forest, under the trees and under the bushes, Summer planted many, many different mushrooms. Each fungus has its own place.
“Let boletus with gray roots in brown caps grow in the light birch forest,” Summer decided, “and let boletuses grow in the aspen forest.” Summer dressed them up in orange and yellow hats.
Many more different types of mushrooms appeared in the shady forest: russula, boletus, boletus... And in the clearings, as if flowers were blooming, fly agaric mushrooms opened their bright red umbrellas.
But the best mushroom turned out to be the boletus mushroom. He grew up in a pine forest, crawled out of the wet green moss, stood up a little, shook off the withered yellow needles, and suddenly became so handsome - to the envy of all the mushrooms, surprisingly.
Around him there are green bushes of lingonberries and blueberries growing, all of them are covered with berries. Lingonberries have red berries, while blueberries have dark blue, almost black.
The bushes were surrounded by boletus mushroom. And he stands among them, so stocky, strong, a real forest hero.
Hot Summer looks at her painting, looks and thinks: “There aren’t enough berries in my forest. We need to add more." It took over the entire slope of the forest ravine and decorated it with dense raspberry bushes.
The bushes are turning green cheerfully. And how good the berries are on them - large, sweet, just begging to be eaten! A mother bear and her cubs climbed into a raspberry patch and couldn’t tear themselves away from the delicious berries.
Good in the forest! It seems that I would never leave here.
But the artist Hot Summer is in a hurry, he needs to go everywhere.
Summer looked into the field; covered the ears of wheat and rye with heavy gilding. The fields of grain became yellow and golden; so they bend like ripe ears in the wind.
And in the lush meadows, Summer started a cheerful haymaking: wildflowers lay down in the fragrant heaps of hay, hid their multi-colored heads in a green heap of grass and dozed off there.
Green haystacks in the meadows; golden fields of grain; rosy apples, pears in the garden... A good picture of a Hot Summer! You can show it to the Red Sun too.
The Sun peeked out from behind a gray cloud, looked and admired. Everything is bright and joyful. She would never take her eyes off the lush greenery of the dark forest, from the golden fields, from the blue surface of rivers and lakes. He admires the Sun for a month, then another. Well drawn!
Only here’s the problem: day by day the foliage on the bushes and trees fades, withers, and the whole picture of the Hot Summer becomes not so juicy. Apparently, the time has come to give up his place to another artist. How will he cope with his job? It will not be easy for him to paint a picture better than those that Winter-Winter, Spring-Red and Hot Summer have already shown the Sun.
Autumn
But Autumn does not even think of losing heart.
For her work, she took the brightest colors and first of all went into the forest with them. There she began to work on her painting.
Autumn covered the birches and maples with lemon yellow. And the aspen leaves turned red like ripe apples. The aspen tree became all bright red, all burning like fire.
Autumn wandered into a forest clearing. There is a hundred-year-old oak tree standing in the middle of it, shaking its thick leaves.
“The mighty hero must be dressed in forged copper armor.” So she gave the old man a ceremony.
He looks, and not far away, at the edge of the clearing, thick, spreading linden trees have gathered in a circle, their branches lowered down. “A heavy robe of gold brocade suits them best.”
All the trees and even the bushes were decorated by Autumn in its own way, in the autumnal way: some in a yellow outfit, some in a bright red... Only the pine and spruce trees she did not know how to decorate. After all, they don’t have leaves on their branches, but needles, and you can’t paint them. Let them remain as they were in the summer.
So the pines and spruce trees remained dark green in summer. And this made the forest even brighter, even more elegant in its colorful autumn attire.
Autumn went from the forest to the fields, to the meadows. She removed the golden grain from the fields, took it to the threshing floor, and in the meadows swept the fragrant haystacks into haystacks high, like towers.
The fields and meadows became empty, even wider and more spacious. And schools of migratory birds stretched above them in the autumn sky: cranes, geese, ducks... And there, you see, high, high, right under the clouds, large snow-white birds - swans - are flying; they fly, flap their wings like handkerchiefs, and send farewell greetings to their native places.
Birds fly away to warm countries. And the animals, in their own animal way, prepare for the cold.
Autumn drives the prickly hedgehog to sleep under a heap of branches, the badger into a deep hole, and the bear makes a bed of fallen leaves. But he teaches the squirrel to dry mushrooms on branches and collect ripe nuts in a hollow. Even the elegant blue-winged jay bird was forced by the mischievous Autumn to take a mouth full of acorns and hide them in a clearing in soft green moss.
In the fall, every bird, every animal is busy, preparing for winter, they have no time to waste.
Autumn is in a hurry, in a hurry, she finds more and more new colors for her painting. The sky is covered with gray clouds. The motley collection of foliage is washed away by the cold rain. And on thin telegraph wires along the road, like black beads on a thread, she places a string of the last flying swallows.
It turned out to be a sad picture. But there is also something good in it.
Autumn is pleased with her work, she can show it to the Red Sun.
The Sun peeked out from behind a gray cloud, and under his gentle gaze the gloomy picture of Autumn immediately cheered up and began to smile.
The last leaves of the birch trees glittered like gold coins on the bare branches. The river, bordered by yellow reeds, became even bluer, the distances beyond the river became even more transparent and wider, the expanses of the native land became even more endless.
He looks at the Red Sun and can’t take his eyes off. The picture turned out wonderful, but it seems as if something in it is not finished, as if the quiet fields and forests, washed by the autumn rain, are waiting for something. The bare branches of bushes and trees can’t wait for a new artist to come and dress them in a white fluffy headdress.
And this artist is not far away. It’s already Zimushka-Winter’s turn to paint a new picture.
So four wizard-painters work in turn: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. And each of them does it well in their own way. Sunny will never decide whose picture is better. Who decorated the fields, forests and meadows more elegantly? What is more beautiful: white sparkling snow or a colorful carpet of spring flowers, the lush greenery of Summer or the yellow, golden colors of Autumn?
Or maybe everything is fine in its own way? If so, then the wizard-painters have nothing to argue about; Let each of them paint a picture for themselves in their turn. And we will look at their work and admire it.
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Four wizard-painters somehow came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; They got together and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as the judge: “It lives high in the sky, it has seen many wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”
Sunny agreed to be a judge. The painters got to work. The first to volunteer to paint a picture was Zimushka-Winter.
“Only Sunny shouldn’t look at my work,” she decided. “I shouldn’t see her until I’m done.”
Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me.
The fields and hills turned white. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.
Winter walks through the mountains, through the valleys, walking in large soft felt boots, stepping quietly, inaudibly. And she herself looks around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.
Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew away his white cap. I need to put it on again... But a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory animal or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“Dress yourself, sideways, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed in the snow any time soon.”
But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be more beautiful and warmer.
Winter had prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it was simply amazing: all bright red, like a fire! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love with it!”
She dressed the pines and spruce trees in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white hats down to their eyebrows; I put downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly. 
And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.
And she threw a white blanket over the mountain ash that grows at the edge of the forest. It turned out so well! At the ends of the rowan branches, clusters of berries hang, like red earrings visible from under a white blanket.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox one - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; and the gray wolf ran through the forest, also leaving his prints. But the bear’s footprint is nowhere to be seen, and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter Toptygina built a cozy den in the thicket of the forest, covered the target with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.
But it’s not just animal tracks that can be seen in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, the snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are chickens of the woods - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the remaining berries.
Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley hazel grouse and black grouse. On the white snow how beautiful they all are!
The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from twig to twig, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from a pine cone. He’ll stick it into the crevice and hit it with his beak!
The winter forest lives. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winter - lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.
The sun parted the blue cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys... And under his gentle gaze everything around him becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up and glowed. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, on the bushes, on the trees. And the breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and multi-colored lights also sparkled and danced in the air.
It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.
The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires one month, another - he cannot take his eyes off her.
The snow sparkles more and more brightly, everything is more joyful, more fun all around. Winter itself cannot withstand so much heat and light. The time has come to give way to another artist. 
“Well, let’s see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Winter grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”
Another artist, Vesna-Krasna, began work. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture should she draw?
Here the forest stands in front of her - gloomy, dull.
“Let me decorate it in my own way, in spring!”
She took thin, delicate brushes. She slightly touched the branches of the birch trees with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on the aspen and poplar trees.
Day after day, Spring paints its picture more and more elegantly.
In a wide forest clearing, she painted a large spring puddle with blue paint. And around her, like blue splashes, scattered the first flowers of snowdrops and lungworts.
He still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; their branches were covered by Spring with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if covered in snow, there are wild apple and pear trees.
The grass is already turning green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, marigold flowers bloomed like golden balls.
Everything comes alive all around. Sensing the warmth, insects and spiders crawl out of various cracks. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.
And how many birds there are in the forests and fields! And for each of them, Spring-Red came up with an important task. Together with the birds, Spring builds cozy nests.
Here on the branch of a birch tree, near the trunk, is a finch’s nest. It’s like a growth on a tree—you won’t notice it right away. And to make it even more invisible, white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!
Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork of branches.
And the long-nosed, handsome kingfisher made his bird house on the steep bank of the river: he dug a hole with his beak, and built a nest in it; only he lined it inside not with fluff, but with fish bones and scales. It’s not for nothing that the kingfisher is considered the most skilled fisherman.
But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. It was woven by winged needlewomen—remeza birds—with their beaks. Only the bird's thumb was not tied; Instead, they left a hole - this is the entrance to the nest.
And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!
Days pass by. The living picture of forests and fields became unrecognizable.
ZIMUSHKA-WINTER
Everything was covered with white snow:
And trees and houses,
The light-winged wind whistles:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
An intricate trail winds
Along the lowland to the hill.
This is what the hare typed:
“Hello, winter-winter!”
Feeders are being put up again for the birds,
They pour food into them.
And the birds sing in flocks:
“Hello, winter-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, like a hat,
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
I. Surikov
The sorceress winter is coming.
Came, crumbled, in 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;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
A. Pushkin
Here is the hostess herself
Winter is coming towards us.
Undressed...
Decorated...
In bright star earrings
Yes to silver boots!
And the boots squeak,
The braids are white to the toes.
He waves his sleeve to the left -
And the clearing turned white.
He waves his right hand -
He will build mountains of snow.
He taps his heel a little -
The river is covered with ice.
I dressed up the trees,
I gave the hare a fur coat.
Whitewashed all the houses
Oh, yes Winter-winter!
V. Tomilina
FREEZING
Freezing. The last leaves have fallen from the birch tree,
The frost quietly crept up to the window,
And overnight with your silver brush
He painted a magical country.
Now my mornings never end
And the winter cold comes to my house.
The bushes are blooming and blooming like mother-of-pearl,
And the fir trees were covered with thick silver.
What if this miracle melts in the sun?
Frost protects it sensitively from heat.
And even the firebird flies over the forest,
spreading two white radiant wings.
P. Kirichansky
CREEK
The stream gurgles under the bridge,
He knocks on the ice with his fist: -
Well, why are you, Santa Claus,
Did you close the door and take away the key?
E. Kokhan
SNEGIRI
Bullfinches, bullfinches,
Like fragments of dawn,
They're blushing on the path.
- You, frost, don’t take them -
You'll burn your palms!
E. Kokhan
For several days in a row
Blizzards whistle and sound.
The trees stand bare
They turned black from the cold.
And only the oak in spite of the winds
Cast iron leaves rumble,
He will only throw it off himself,
When he himself wants it.
A. Markov
FREEZING
Night... Doesn't sleep,
Sits under the tree
Santa Claus embroiders.
He's at the Christmas tree
I took a needle
Threaded a needle
Light from the stars.
Pulls the thread
Through the crack in the curtains -
The whole window is already covered in patterns...
Tomorrow morning
We'll get up early
And we will see: on the window
Silver sleighs rush
Through the silver country.
V. Stepanov
Blizzard, snowstorm,
Spin some yarn for us,
Whip up the fluffy snow,
Like swan fluff.
You nimble weavers -
Whirlwinds and snowstorms,
Give me some rainbow brocade
For shaggy fir trees.
S. Marshak
ICY
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But
Falls great!
Why no one
Not happy?
B. Berestov
Walking the street
Santa Claus,
Frost is scattering
Along the branches of birch trees;
He walks around shaking his white beard.
Stomping his foot
There is only a crackling sound.
C. Drozhzhin
It pours and pours snow in armfuls.
On the fields winter.
Covered up to the eyebrows with hats
In the courtyards of the house.
At night the blizzard played tricks,
The snow was knocking on the glass,
And now - look
so funny
And white and white.
S. Marshak
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.
E. Rusakov
SNOW EVERYWHERE
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Father Frost like a little one
Dancing near the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
A. Brodsky
FREEZING
A boy was crying at the entrance:
- Someone bit my finger!
And the other kid yelled:
- Someone tore my ears!
The third touched his nose and cheeks:
- Who clicked me so painfully?
It became clear to the children -
Invisible in the yard.
L. Sandler
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
THE MOST IMPORTANT OF GUESTS
- Who is wearing a smart, warm fur coat?
With a long white beard,
Comes to visit on New Year's Day,
Both ruddy and gray-haired?
He plays with us, dances,
It makes the holiday more fun!
- Santa Claus on our Christmas tree
The most important of the guests!
I. Chernitskaya
HOLIDAY
On our Christmas tree
Funny toys:
Funny hedgehogs
And funny frogs,
Funny deer,
Funny walruses
And funny seals!
We are also a little
The masks are funny.
We are funny
Santa Claus needs
To make it joyful
To hear laughter -
After all, today is a holiday
Happy everyone!
Yu. Kantov
THE TREE IS BURNING WITH LIGHTS
The Christmas tree is lit with lights,
There are blue shadows underneath.
Spiny needles
It's like there's frost in the white.
She thawed in the warmth,
I straightened out the needles.
And with merry songs
We arrived at our Christmas tree.
L. Nekrasova
BLUE EVENING
Winter evening
In the blue sky
I lit the blue stars.
The branches are pouring
Blue frost
On a blue snowball.
The frost paints it blue
Forget-me-nots in the windows.
And the blue dog yawns
Near the blue booth.
A. Fetisov
CHRISTMAS TREE ON THE STREET
The Christmas tree looks proudly up
He knows - the holiday is coming!
The lights lit up on her,
Like traffic lights!
It's snowing over the Christmas tree,
The snow sparkles on it,
And in its branches lives
Yellow tit.
Near the Christmas tree there are games, laughter,
The cat is squinting under the tree -
This Christmas tree is for everyone
Christmas tree outside?
V. Viktorov
NEW YEAR'S CELEBRATION
They didn't cut down the Christmas tree
We're under New Year.
Near our house
The Christmas tree is growing.
Christmas tree, Christmas tree, green needles,
You are all covered in white frost,
Only the sky is blue!
The Christmas tree is decorated with stars and flags,
And miracle lights burn on the Christmas tree.
We dance in a round dance near the Christmas tree.
Hello, hello, Christmas tree!
Hello, New Year!
I. Vekshegonova
NEW YEAR'S GUESTS
Look at this, guys.
Birds and animals are coming,
They are coming from the forest, in a hurry,
They chirp and squeak.
Animals crowded at the door:
- Open the doors, children!
We are hurrying to your Christmas tree,
Let's amuse everyone and make them laugh!
We answered the guests:
- We are all very glad to see you!
Let's have fun together
Spin around the Christmas tree!
V. Kudlachev
WINTER PICTURES
The sun warms the earth weakly,
The frost crackles at night.
In the snow woman's yard
The carrot nose turned white.
Under a birch tree on a hill
The old hedgehog made a hole
And under the leaves lie
Two little ones are eating.
The squirrel hid in a hollow -
It is both dry and warm,
Stock of mushrooms and berries
So much that you couldn’t eat it in a year.
Under a snag in a windfall
The bear sleeps as if in a house.
He put his paw in his mouth
And, like a little one, he sucks.
Cautious fox
She went to the stream to drink.
Bent over, and the water
Still and firm.
The scythe has no den,
He doesn't need a hole:
Legs save you from enemies,
And from hunger - bark.
In the partridge's clearing
They dig snow without a shovel.
And to the insidious enemy
Don't notice them in the snow.
The tit wants grains,
But he is afraid to sit in the feeder.
“Be bold, don’t be timid!” —
The sparrow invites.
The cat is at the radiator all day
It warms the sides and then the paws.
He's out of the kitchen in the cold
It doesn't go anywhere.
Like a Snow Maiden, in a white fur coat
Masha goes down the hill boldly.
Vasya is rolling a snowball -
He decided to build a house.
Under the window Tamara and Fedya
They sculpt a polar bear.
Their brother, little Oleg,
Snow is carried by a teaspoon.
Lena is skiing
Leaving a clear trail
And behind her is red-haired Bobka,
Only Bobka doesn’t have skis.
There is a good skating rink on the pond,
The ice sparkles like glass.
Alyosha is skating
And in the cold he is warm.
G. Ladonshchikov
SLEDGING
In warm fur coats and earflaps
Snowy winter times
Kids on a fast sled
A steep mountain rushes like a whirlwind.
Children's faces in the wind
They flared up like red.
Let the prickly snow gather dust,
Let the angry frost be angry,
The guys don't care!
N. Belyakov
MEETING WINTER
Hello, guest- winter!
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!
I. Nikitin
Out into the open spaces
It's cold for a walk.
White patterns
In the braids of the birches.
Snowy paths,
Bare bushes.
Snowflakes are falling
Quiet from above.
In white snowstorms,
In the morning before dawn
They flew into the grove
A flock of bullfinches.
E. Avdienko
It pours, it pours
White snow.
Quietly, quietly,
Like in a dream.
White-white
And thick.
We will tell him:
“Wait,
Everything is already white
All around -
White forest
And the white house
The field is white,
River".
We'll blind
Snowman,
In a sled
Let's slide down the mountain...
Snow
For kids.
X. Gabitov
Snowflakes are flying,
Snowflakes are flying.
Covered with snow
Forest paths.
From the cold of the jackdaw
They hid in the pipes.
And the hares put on
White fur coats.
Hung naked
The trees are fluffy...
Snowflakes are flying,
Snowflakes are flying.
A. Tetivkin
FREEZING
It's so cold!
The month has frozen to the cloud!
The smoke froze to the chimney,
Someone's sled is going to the river,
Even felt boots in the hut
Warming themselves by the stove.
V. Shulzhik
There's a snowstorm outside
It spreads like white snow.
Looks very proud
The snowy woman is standing.
In festive attire,
Silver, fabulous
She's standing in the snow
Near our window.
Important, angry,
She threatens everyone with a broom.
Black eyes are burning:
“Move away,” they say.
O. Maruni
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 coals are crackling.
They will burn, and soon, soon
In the cozy warmth of the room
Subtle patterns will melt
On painted glass.
P. Obraztsov
WHITE GRANDFATHER
Santa Claus slept in bed,
He stood up, jingling his icicles: -
Where are you, blizzards and blizzards?
Why don't you wake me up?
A mess in the yard -
Mud and puddles in December!
And from my grandfather in fright
Blizzards rushed into the fields.
And the snowstorms came,
They moaned, whistled,
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.
N. Artyukhova
CRACKING STEPS ALONG WHITE STREETS
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
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 breathe in the cold.
A. Fet
COLD
Today there are white snowstorms
They wanted to stretch their legs,
And the snowdrifts turned white -
Hundreds of polar bear cubs.
And the spruce trees ring from the cold,
People put on felt boots,
The stars in the sky turned blue
And they are shaking from the cold.
N. Kekhlibareva (translation by M. Sergeev)
Frost is silvering everywhere,
Each branch shines.
The tit jumps and jumps
And he doesn’t sit still:
Like blue feathers
Not covered with frost.
E. Chumicheva
THE WINTER VACATION
The winter vacation!
It has been raining since morning.
Shrunk, drooped
Snowy mountain.
The sparrows are chirping
A warm wind swirls.
During the winter holidays
I'm stomping through puddles.
The streams jumped.
The birch tree came to life.
The winter vacation...
At Grandfather Frost's.
B. Erukhimovich
Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me. The fields and hills turned white. The pines and spruces put on heavy snow coats and fell asleep. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale. The sun parted the blue cloud. Looks at the winter forest, at the valleys. And under his gentle gaze everything around becomes even more beautiful. Skrebitsky Georgy Alekseevich FOUR ARTISTS
Snow falls to the ground calmly, slowly, covering it in an even layer. This phenomenon is called ___________________________. The water that appears during the thaw and the melted snow then freeze. _______________________ is formed on the roads. A fluffy snow fringe forms on trees and wires. This____________. After frosty weather, the snow melts, becomes wet, and easily sticks together. This phenomenon is called _________________________. Snowfall with strong winds is called _______________________.
Dandelion from snowflakes
Winter will bring it to his lips,
Just a whiff and there's a fluff
The seeds will scatter.
The dandelion flies around
There's a fire burning in the windows,
Winter evening substitutes
Palm to white stars.
(T. Shorygina)
2. Winter Planet
Living in Antarctica is not easy:
There's no place colder!
There's a hundred kilos of snow falling there
Seven Fridays a week.
It's minus one hundred when it's winter,
And minus forty in the summer,
It's cold there day and night
And everything is covered in snow!
There is always a New Year holiday
And castles, like in a fairy tale.
The chilly wind blows there
Ice sled.
In the sled - winter-winter,
Dressed in fur and silk:
She flies and hurries faster
Farther away from summer
To a palace made of snow, made of ice,
To the Winter Planet,
Weave fabrics out of snow
And send it around the world.
(E. Tsegelnik)
3. Hello, Winter!
Still smoking and spinning
free river,
But the puddles won't melt
Already for sure.
Still in a cheerful panic
Snowflakes don't fly
But the roofs are like gingerbread
They shine under the frost.
Still deserted and boring
Indoor skating rinks,
But we are twisted by impatience
"Snow Maiden" proboscis!
And skiers dream of crosses
And I dream of coolness.
Long live the frosts!
Long live winter!
(O. Fokina)
4. Winter has come
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...
The days have become short,
The sun shines little
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
(I. Surikov)
5. Do you recognize winter?
There are deep snows all around,
Wherever I look,
A blizzard is sweeping and swirling.
Do you recognize winter?
The rivers fell asleep under the ice,
Frozen motionless
The snowdrifts are burning like silver.
Do you recognize winter?
We race down the mountain on skis,
The wind is at our back.
There is no more fun time than that!
Do you recognize winter?
We will bring a thick spruce
For the holiday our beloved,
We'll hang the beads on it.
Do you recognize winter?
6. Winter handicraft
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!
- Oh, if only spring would come soon...
(E. Yavetskaya)
7. Winter Time
The time of winter comes with December,
Only she doesn’t know this subtlety
And in November the earth will be covered with snow,
There will be a skating rink for the children on the puddles.
So the work will go on slowly,
Zimushka knows that time does not wait.
She will bring blizzards and blizzards,
Snow powder will cover the paths.
The branches of the trees will cover everything with snow,
It will hide their pristine nakedness.
The severe frost will hide us in our houses,
And everyone will weave lace on the glass.
On a clear, frosty, fine day
Children will run to the skating rink in a crowd.
Adults would rather prefer skis
And they will go for a walk in the winter forest.
Snowflakes swirl in the winter in a waltz,
Their cut is made with thin openwork.
Children will play snowballs in the yard,
The snow woman will then be sculpted.
Only with winter will magic come:
Songs, carols for Christmas.
We are looking forward to the winter arrival,
Celebrate the New Year with a new dream.
(N. Belostotskaya)
8. Our windows are brushed white
Our windows are brushed white
Santa Claus painted.
He dressed the pole with snow,
The garden was covered in snow.
Shouldn't we get used to the snow?
Should we hide our nose in a fur coat?
As soon as we come out, we shout:
- Hello Dedushka Moroz!
Let's ride and have fun!
Light sleds - take off!
Who will fly like a bird
Who will curl up right in the snow.
The snow is fluffy, softer than cotton wool,
Let's shake ourselves off and run.
We are funny guys
We don't shiver from the cold.
(L. Voronkova)
9. Oh, winter-winter
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 like summer.
(T. Shatskikh)
10. Birch
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
In sleepy silence,
And the snowflakes are burning
In golden fire.
And the dawn is lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
(S. Yesenin)
11. Winter stroller
A stroller rides across the sky -
Dark gray color.
And in a stroller on a bed
White snowstorms are dormant.
She lulls them to sleep
Snow-white winter.
How will these little ones wake up?
As they rise to their feet,
How these children whistle -
Everything in the world will turn white.
(V. Orlov)
12. Coming of Winter
Winter passed unbidden
Winter came in secret
The next morning - I messed it up
All the streets are covered in snow.
Hello, it's fun time, -
Get your skates ready quickly!
And next to our school
Snowmen are growing.
(V. Nesterenko)
13. The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
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.
(A. Fet)
14. What are you doing, Winter?
What are you doing, Winter?
- I’m building a miracle tower!
I'll sprinkle snow silver,
I decorate everything around.
The carousel will spin,
A rollicking blizzard!
I'll try in the morning
The kids weren't bored
For the tree to light up,
Let the three go!
Winter has countless worries:
The holiday is coming - New Year!
(R. Farhadi)
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15. 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 up the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
(A. Prokofiev)
16. Well, winter!.. It’s snowdrifting, it’s freezing...
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.
(V. Alexandrov)
17. Frost
Frosts for service
Winter comes out.
Big frosts
The houses are freezing.
Less frost -
A car, a horse.
And the smallest one
Freezes me.
Home - who is faster -
Let's run with him.
And it seems to me that he
Terribly big.
(I. Shevchuk)
18. Winter wonder
With funny songs
Into the old dark forest
Winter has arrived
With a chest of miracles.
She opened the chest,
I took out everyone’s outfits,
On birches, maples
I put on the lace.
For tall spruce trees
And gray oak
Zimushka got it
Snow coats.
Covered the river
With thin ice,
As if glazed
Blue glass.
(E. Nilova)
19. 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)
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20. Wonderful picture,
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.
21. Meeting winter
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!
(I. Nikitin)
22. The ponds are bound until March,
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.
(E. Rusakov)
23. So recently to our window
So recently at our window
Every day the sun was shining
And now the time has come -
There was a blizzard in the field.
They ran away with a ringing song,
She covered everything like a diaper,
Fluffed with snow fluff,
It became empty and deaf everywhere.
The river does not ring with waves
Under icy clothes.
The forest is silent, looks sad,
No fussing birds are heard.
(I. Kupala)
24. 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)
25. Chrysanthemums
On a window silver with frost,
The chrysanthemums bloomed overnight.
In the upper windows - the sky is bright blue
And getting stuck in the snow dust.
The sun rises, cheerful from the cold,
The window glows golden.
The morning is quiet, joyful and young,
Everything is covered in white snow.
(I.A. Bunin)
26. Enchantress in Winter
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 ray with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
(Fedor Tyutchev)
27. Arithmetic of winter
It takes away a lot
We are in a frosty winter.
And what to deprive, he decides
Without consulting, on my own.
Minus leaves, minus grass -
Minus the long days
Minus the warm shop
And swings, horizontal bars.
Minus fresh fruit tastes,
Cold - minus twenty-five.
But, of course, there are also advantages
We will find it again in winter.
Plus skates, snowballs and skis,
Plus gifts for the New Year.
Plus more desirable and closer
Every day spring comes.
(G. Dyadina)
28. Hello, Mother Winter
Hello, in a white sundress
Made of silver brocade.
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
29. It’s like there’s a bear in a den,
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.
(P. Komarov)
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30. Winter morning
What a miracle this morning is,
A sight for sore eyes - just wow!
Santa Claus was everywhere:
The city is in white lace.
In white tender curls -
All the trees, all the bridges...
Like white lambs -
There are bushes behind the fences.
Well, the sun above the chimney -
Like a scarlet candy...
I wish we could have one like that with you!
Hey sunshine, well done!
(O. Kulnevskaya)
31. Winter is singing...
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.
(S. Yesenin)
32. Winter colors
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!
(V. Fetisov)
33. A cheerful 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 fun
It doesn't end any longer!
(I. Chernetskaya)
34. How winter worked!
How winter worked!
What a smooth border
Without breaking the outlines,
She lay down on the roofs of slender buildings.
Around the whitening ponds -
Bushes in fluffy sheepskin coats.
And wire wires
Hidden in snow-white tubes.
Snowflakes fell from the sky
In such a random mess
And went to bed on a smooth bed
And they strictly bordered the forest.
(S. Marshak)
35. Winter is fun
How much snow is in the bins
At the blizzard!
On the heavenly millstones
The clouds are rolling.
The hostess has a blizzard
So much to do -
Bake snowdrift pies,
Lush, white!
How much snow does winter have!
White fringe threads
I hung it on the branches,
I wove thin lace,
I invited everyone to the holiday.
Funny!
36. Winter has come with frosts
Winter has come with frosts,
With frosts, with blizzards,
Snowdrifts under birches,
White and white under the spruce trees.
On the elms outside the outskirts
A set of white beads.
And the air burns and stings,
And it smells like watermelon.
An invigorating winter has come,
Ringing, crispy,
With school tasks
And hot stoves.
We love frosty days
Elastic ice rink,
Starry night sky
And a noisy New Year!
Winter has come with firecrackers,
With candies, toys
And festive, prickly,
Decorated Christmas trees.
Winter with a cheerful mask
Comes to our houses.
A magical, good fairy tale
It feels like winter to us!
(O. Vysotskaya)
37. Winter has come to us again!
Snow falls on houses:
Winter has come to us again!
Brought it in a knapsack
Blizzards and drifting snow,
Cold, snowdrifts, ice
And, of course, New Year!
(M. Druzhinina)
38. Winter has come
Winter has finally come
Covered everything with snow,
Blue ringing ice
The river was glazed,
Slender Christmas trees in the forest
Told a fairy tale
And there's lace on the windows
I knitted one that night.
And on birch branches
In the quiet hour of dawn
I laid it down, barely breathing,
Sparks of gems.
(D. Popov)
39. Silvery winter
Winter has come
silver,
Covered with white snow
the field is clean.
Daytime skating with children
everything is rolling
At night in the snowy lights
crumbles...
Writes a pattern in the windows
ice-pin
And knocking on our yard
with a fresh Christmas tree.
(R. Kudasheva)
40. 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)
41. Elegant winter
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!
(M. Pozharova)
