Winter's tale come up with a story. Write a fairy tale about winter, forest and New Year (example) (School essays)

Winter- a magical and fabulous time of year, all natural world froze in a deep sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, no animals are heard, they hide in their burrows, wait out long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and blizzard, eternal companions winter.

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

Winter

K.V. Lukashevich

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

kind girl

K.V. Lukashevich

stood harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. It was hard for the sparrows. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped pitifully.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began collecting bread crumbs and sprinkled them on her porch every day. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon stopped being afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.

Winter

Frosts have frozen the ground. Rivers and lakes froze. There is white fluffy snow everywhere. Children are happy about winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya play snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snow woman.
Only animals have a hard time in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help our little friends in winter. Make bird feeders.

Volodya was at the Christmas tree

Daniil Kharms, 1930

Volodya was at the Christmas tree. All the children were dancing, but Volodya was so small that he couldn’t even walk yet.
They put Volodya in a chair.
Volodya saw the gun: “Give me! Give me!” - shouts. But he can’t say “give”, because he’s so small that he doesn’t know how to speak yet. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. I want everything!
"Give! Give!" - Volodya shouts.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in a chair and ringing his rattle. Volodya really liked the rattle!

Last year I was at my friends and girlfriends' Christmas tree

Vanya Mokhov

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

Snowman

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

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

Hello, winter!

So, it has come, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, still gloomy like autumn yesterday, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or whether you look around you closely, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter, because it, just like spring, fills our chests with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly manner to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”

“Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”

The day was mild and hazy. The reddish sun hung low above long, layered clouds that looked like snow fields. In the garden there were pink trees covered with frost. Vague shadows on the snow were saturated with the same warm light.

Snowdrifts

(From the story “Nikita’s Childhood”)

The wide yard was completely covered with shining, white, soft snow. There were deep human and frequent dog tracks in it. The air, frosty and thin, stung my nose and pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, barns and cattle yards stood squat, covered with white caps, as if they had grown into the snow. The tracks of the runners ran like glass from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the porch along the crunchy steps. Below there was a brand new pine bench with a twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glides well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden, to the dam. There stood huge, wide willows, almost reaching to the sky, covered with frost - each branch looked like it was made of snow.
Nikita turned right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, in the footsteps of others...
During these days, large fluffy snowdrifts have accumulated on the steep banks of the Chagry River. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and it will groan, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right, the river meandered like a bluish shadow between white and fluffy fields. To the left, just above the steep slope, were the black huts and the cranes of the village of Sosnovki sticking out. Blue high smoke rose above the roofs and melted. On the snowy cliff, where spots and stripes were yellow from the ash that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikitin's friends - boys from “our end” of the village. And further, where the river curved, other boys, “Kon-chansky”, very dangerous, were barely visible.
Nikita threw the shovel, lowered the bench onto the snow, sat astride it, grabbed the rope tightly, pushed off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, down, like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow ended above the steep slope, the bench flew through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter, and became quieter.
Nikita laughed, got off the bench and dragged her up the mountain, getting stuck up to his knees. When he climbed up the bank, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black figure, taller than a man, as it seemed, of Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed a shovel, rushed onto the bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung over the river.
Having climbed under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out a cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged in a bench and began to fill it with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench...
- Nikita! Where have you gone? - he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head raised.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his glasses and climbed towards the cave, but immediately got stuck up to his waist;
- Get out, I’ll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but got stuck again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- If you don't want to, don't. Stay. The fact is that mom received a letter from Samara... However, goodbye, I'm leaving...
- Which letter? - Nikita asked.
- Yeah! So you're here after all.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Lumps of snow immediately flew from above. Nikita's head poked out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed cheerfully.

The story “About trees in winter.”

Trees, having gathered strength over the summer, by winter stop feeding and growing and fall into deep sleep.
Trees shed them, refuse them, in order to retain the warmth necessary for life. And the leaves dropped from the branches and rotting on the ground provide warmth and protect the roots of the trees from freezing.
Moreover, every tree has a shell that protects the plants from frost.
This is the bark. The bark does not allow water or air to pass through. How older tree, the thicker its bark. This is why old trees tolerate cold better than young trees.
But the best protection against frost is blanket of snow. In snowy winters, the snow covers the forest like a duvet, and then the forest is not afraid of any cold.

Buran

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

Everything merged, everything was mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snow dust, which blinded the eyes, took up one’s breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spit on all sides, wrapped itself above and below like a snake, and strangled everything he came across.

The heart of the most timid person sinks, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, for the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. The sight of the disturbance of winter northern nature is so terrible...

The storm raged hour by hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no driving. Deep ravines were made into high mounds...

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

Another night passed. The violent wind died down and the snow settled. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays began to play on the wavy snow...

Winter

It's already arrived real winter. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even the bare birches, alders and rowan trees were covered with frost, like silvery fluff. They stood covered in snow, as if they were wearing an expensive, warm fur coat...

The first snow was falling

It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the power of this young snow. There was a smell of snow in the air, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The ground, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this made the houses look different than yesterday. The lights burned brighter, the air was clearer...

Farewell to summer

(Abridged)

One night I woke up with a strange feeling. It seemed to me that I had gone deaf in my sleep. I was lying with with open eyes, listened for a long time and finally realized that I was not deaf, but that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent behind the glass. In the foggy sky, a lonely moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.
Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow suits the earth very well.
The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.
“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”
- Where did you get these words from, Mitrich? - Reuben asked.
- Is there anything wrong? - the grandfather grinned. - My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never faded.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge of the forest. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but “the ache in his bones kept him from going.”
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on snow-covered rowan trees... Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squeaked pitifully. The sky above was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. Slow snow clouds were coming from there.
The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and finally thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has begun to rule the earth...

Winter night

Night has fallen in the forest.

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

But even in frosty winter night continues hidden life In the woods. A frozen branch crunched and broke. It was a white hare running under the trees, bouncing softly. Something hooted and suddenly laughed terribly: somewhere an eagle owl screamed, weasels howled and fell silent, ferrets hunted for mice, owls silently flew over the snowdrifts. Like a fairy-tale sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat down on a bare branch. In the darkness of the night he alone hears and sees himself walking into winter forest life hidden from people.

Aspen

The aspen forest is beautiful even in winter. Intertwined against the background of dark fir trees thin lace bare aspen branches.

Night and daytime birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, and mischievous squirrels store up their supplies for the winter. People hollowed out light shuttle boats from thick logs and made troughs. Snowshoe hares feed on the bark of young aspen trees in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.

It used to be that you were walking through the forest, and suddenly, out of the blue, a heavy black grouse would break loose with a noise and fly. A white hare will jump out and run almost from under your feet.

Silver flashes

It's a short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight is level with the windows, a cloudy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, a flock of children returning from school chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a cart with firewood or hay creaks - and it’s evening! In the frosty sky behind the village, silver flashes - the northern lights - begin to dance and shimmer.

At a sparrow's hop

Not much - just a sparrow's jump added a day after the New Year. And the sun had not yet warmed up - like a bear, on all fours, it crawled along the spruce tops across the river.

Snow words

We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it can be different, and to talk about it, you need different words.

And snow falls from the sky in different ways. You raise your head - and it seems that from the clouds, as from branches Christmas tree, shreds of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes that stick together in flight. And sometimes there is snow that you can’t turn your face to: hard white balls cut your forehead painfully. They have another name - grits.

Clean snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. No better than hunting than powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!

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

You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept away by the wind wiper, streams and flows along the ground. This is a snowstorm - drifting snow.

If the wind swirls and snow blows in the air, it’s a blizzard. Well, in the steppe, where I can’t control the wind, a snow storm can break out - a blizzard. If you shout, you won’t hear the voice; you won’t see anything three steps away.

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

It was the sun and frost that cast a spell on him. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow became covered with an icy crust and became stale. For such callous snow we have our own harsh word - present.

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

(I. Nadezhdina)

First frost

The night passed under a large, clear moon, and by morning the first frost had settled. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun appeared and warmed up, the trees and grass were bathed in such heavy dew, the spruce branches looked out from the dark forest with such luminous patterns that the diamonds of our entire land would not have been enough for this decoration.

The Queen Pine, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.

(M. Prishvin)

Quiet snow

They say about silence: “Quiet than water, lower than the grass.” But what could be quieter than falling snow! Yesterday snow fell all day, and it was as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: a rooster crowed, a crow called, a woodpecker drummed, a jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...

(M. Prishvin)

Winter has come

The hot summer has flown by Golden autumn, snow fell - winter has come.

Cold winds blew. The trees stood bare in the forest, waiting for winter clothes. The spruce and pine trees became even greener.

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

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

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

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

Below, on the rowan tree, busty red-throated bullfinches were scattered.

The best thing in the forest is the couch potato bear. In the fall, the thrifty Bear prepared a den. He broke soft spruce twigs and tore the fragrant, resinous bark.

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

turns over. He did not hear how a cautious hunter approached the den.

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Winter is blizzard

There is frost on the streets at night.

Frost walks around the yard, tapping and rattling. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw them like that.

- Oh yes Frost!

Frost walks: sometimes he knocks on the wall, sometimes he clicks on the gate, sometimes he shakes off the frost from the birch tree and scares away the dozing jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.

In the morning the stoves will be flooded, and Frost is right there - blue smoke in the gilded sky has become frozen pillars over the village.

- Oh yes Frost!..

(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)

Snow

The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. The snowdrifts are deep. The forest was covered with heavy white caps and became silent.

Hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks on the tablecloth of snow.

Here, near the gnawed aspen trees, a white hare spotted at night; Raising the black tip of its tail, an ermine ran by, hunting for birds and mice. The trail of an old fox winds in a beautiful chain along the forest edge. Along the very edge of the field, trail after trail, robber wolves passed. And the moose crossed the wide planted road, exploding the snow with their hooves...

Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the quiet winter forest covered with snow.

(K. Ushinsky)

On the edge

Quiet early morning in a winter forest. Dawn comes calmly.

Along the forest edge, at the edge of a snowy clearing, an old red fox is making his way from a night hunt.

The snow crunches softly, and the snow crumbles like fluff under the fox’s feet. Paw after paw, the fox's tracks curl around. The fox listens and watches to see if a mouse squeaks under a hummock in the winter nest, or if a long-eared, careless hare will jump out of the bush.

Here she moved in the knots and, seeing the fox, then - oh-oh - peak! peak! - the king tit squeaked. Now, whistling and fluttering, a flock of crossbills flew over the edge of the forest and hastily scattered along the top of the spruce tree decorated with cones.

The fox hears and sees a squirrel climb up a tree, and a snow cap falling from a thick, swaying branch, scattering like diamond dust.

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

(K. Ushinsky)

In the den

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

They carefully and skillfully prepare these winter dens in the wilderness. They line their homes with soft fragrant pine needles, the bark of young fir trees, and dry forest moss.

Warm and cozy in bear dens.

As soon as frost hits the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frost, the stronger the wind sways the trees, the more soundly and deeply they sleep.

In late winter, mother bears give birth to tiny, blind cubs.

Warmth for the cubs in a snow-covered den. They smack, suck milk, climb onto the back of their mother - a huge, strong bear who has built a warm den for them.

Only during a major thaw, when it begins to drip from the trees and white caps of snow fall from the branches, does the bear wake up. He wants to know well: has spring come, has spring begun in the forest?

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

(K. Ushinsky)

What is a natural phenomenon?

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

Nature can be living or inanimate.

Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.

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

Seasonal natural phenomena.

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

Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.

Example: ice has formed on the water, snow has covered the ground, the sun is not warm, icicles and ice have appeared.

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

Observable natural phenomena in inanimate nature that occur around us:

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

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

Blizzards and blizzards sweep the roads.

The sun is low above the ground and provides little warmth.

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

New Year is coming. The city dresses up in elegant garlands.

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

Large icicles grow on the roofs.

What wildlife phenomena can be observed in winter?

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

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

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

Flora, wildlife, resting in winter.

The bear sleeps in its den and sucks its paw.

Trees and grass sleep in the meadows, covered warm blanket- snow.

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

The hares change clothes - they change their gray fur coat to a white one.

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

Children go sledding, ice skating, make a snowman and play snowballs.

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

The Snow Maiden and Father Frost come to us for the holiday.

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

Birds and animals go hungry in winter. People feed them.

Mini-essay about winter No. 2: “Winter has come”

Real winter has come. It's freezing. The entire surrounding area is covered with a snow carpet. The river and pond are tightly frozen. As if in a fairy tale, the trees shine with silver.

We took the sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighborhood kids were making a snow woman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys suggested sledding down a slippery snowy hill. We had a lot of fun!

Then our hands froze and we ran home. It's cold in winter!

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

Essay about winter No. 3: “It’s good in winter”

Winter has come. It is severely frosty and a cold wind is blowing. A snowstorm came and covered all the paths. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.

And what fancy patterns the frost decorated the windows of the houses with! It’s not for nothing that they came up with a riddle about him: he has no arms, no legs, but he can draw.

The children missed going for walks. They can't wait for the snowstorm to end. They beg their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.

But the snowstorm died down. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run into the street. While playing snowballs, they throw lumps of snow at each other. They dodge the hits and fall. They're laughing! Cheeks glow like pouring apples, eyelashes and eyebrows in frost.

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

Good in winter! It's beautiful all around. Thank you, frost, for bringing snow.

Winter Story No. 4: “Winter Fun”

Winter came. The weather is frosty. It's cold outside. The trees stand covered with snow fringe.

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

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

Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, next to which there was a slippery skating rink. There we sledded and skated for a long time. The kids played snowballs.

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

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

The snowman turned out wonderful! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to it as a souvenir.

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

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

The day was a great success. Good winter fun!

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

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

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

Winter can be different. You just have to take a closer look. It is both cold and thawing, blizzard and dripping, snowy and sunny. A winter day can be either quiet, frosty and sunny, or gloomy and foggy, or with a howling cold wind and a snowstorm. And how beautiful a winter morning is, early, silent, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for a fairy tale to appear.

Essay about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”

So, it has come - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still gloomy like autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or if you look close, you look around - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow...

Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! How tender and soft they swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter, because it, just like spring, fills our chests with an exciting feeling.

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

At school I was asked to write a fairy tale about winter. The main thing is small. This task is quite difficult. First, compose a short story not easy. We all know that brevity is the sister of talent. And secondly, I love summer, with its ringing heat and universal freedom. And in winter you can’t run away, it gets dark early; gloom and cold lock us indoors. But, once asked, we have to do it.

Let's start writing a fairy tale about winter together. So where do we start? Let's start from the beginning.

“How a girl and her grandfather met Winter”
Author of the tale: Iris Review

Once upon a time there was Winter. In a nice hut, with an icy floor, a frosty patterned ceiling, and painted windows. This hut stood in a dense forest. Somehow it turned out that in the summer no one saw either the hut or Winter. And in frosty times, everything seemed to be in place. Both the house and its owner.

And then one day, when Mistress Winter was making an airy cake out of white snowballs, she saw a girl on the threshold of her house. The girl came to the forest with her grandfather; they chose the most beautiful tree for the New Year. But grandfather got lost somewhere and the girl got scared.

And outside the window it was slowly getting dark. The girl was sad, but the mistress Winter started a game with her. It was necessary to name as many winter words as possible. Whoever knows the most words wins. “Blizzard, hoarfrost, hoarfrost, snow, blizzard, blizzard, snowflakes...” - the players named a lot of words. Soon the girl herself did not notice how she fell asleep. And the next morning, Mistress Winter brought grandfather into the house. It turns out that he met twelve brothers in the forest for months, and chatted with them.

It was such a joy when grandfather and granddaughter met. Mistress Winter gave them her snow sleigh, and they went home.

Thank you, mistress Winter, for your kind disposition and warm heart!

Questions for the fairy tale “How a girl and her granddaughter met Winter”

Where did Winter live?

What did Winter make the airy cake from?

Who suddenly turned up on the threshold of Winter's house?

What game did Mistress Winter suggest?

What winter words do you know?

Who contributed to the meeting between the granddaughter and grandfather?

What is this fairy tale about? This tale is about winter. But not only. This tale is about kindness. That sometimes people need help. About caring, about the ability to support in difficult times.

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A tale about the beginning of winter
In the evening the child stood at the window for a long time. Snow was falling in large flakes outside. It circled silently in the yellow light of the lanterns and covered everything around with a thick layer: roads, houses, trees. These were millions of little snowbirds carefully descending from the sky. They kept quiet and held their hands tightly: after all, an unknown land lay ahead of them, and it was still unknown how things would turn out there. They lay quietly that night, huddled closely together: they were a little scared.
Early in the morning the silence ended: snowplows roared and street cleaners came out with huge brooms. They energetically cleared roads and paths. Trucks and dump trucks were hauling snow out of the city. The little snowmen did not resist, they only sighed sadly: “They don’t greet us very hospitably here. It seems that we are disturbing everyone...”
But the funny sun came out, gently stroked the snowflakes with its rays, and they sparkled, smiled, and whispered quietly, almost inaudibly. Maybe it's not so bad after all?
Then they fell silent again and became wary: children came into the yard. Are these really going to drive them away? But no, they were afraid in vain: the children rejoiced with all their might: “Snow! Snow! Snow!” They ran and rolled in the snowdrifts, they threw the snow up and the snow babies again spun in the air. From such treatment they began to shine and ring again: they liked the children.
Meanwhile, two children, already pretty covered in snow, ran up to the entrance, raised their heads and began shouting: “Ma-ma! Ma-ma!” The little snowmen listened inquisitively: “Who are they calling so loudly?” On the fifth floor, a window knocked and someone's face appeared. The snow cubs, clinging to the window sill, got a good look at him - an ordinary round face, nothing special.
- Mother! Bring us the sled!
The face smiled broadly, nodded and disappeared.
“Mom?” the little snowmen thought anxiously. “Sleigh?”
Soon a round woman with that same ordinary face came out of the entrance door. She was wearing a jacket thrown over a colored robe. She brought out the sled and dry mittens, although the children did not shout anything to her about mittens. The kids, squealing cheerfully, grabbed the sleds and started giving each other rides. The little snowmen deftly creaked under the runners: “San-ki, san-ki” - and it was a lot of fun.
At the other end of the yard, two kids stood near a snowdrift. One was picking at the snow with a shovel, the other looked at him with envy and said: “And my dad will make me an even better shovel!” The kid with the shovel sprinkled snow on himself and his friend, and the snow babies diligently rustled: “Dad, shovel.”
... The winter day is short. The sun has set. The kids have long gone home. The snow carpet turned gray, blue, and became completely dark. But the lanterns and windows of the houses lit up, sparks ran across the snow, and the snow babies rustled. “Ma-ma, sled. Pa-pa, shovel,” they repeated. They understood everything about the sled and the shovel, but here it is: “Mom? Dad?” And for some reason the snow kids became increasingly sadder.
By the next morning they were completely upset, and then the sun hid behind the gray clouds - there was no one to caress the babies. They began to cry subtly: “Mom! Dad! A-a-a!” They cried and cried and soon became wet and heavy.
The children went out for a walk again. They look and the snow is wet! It molds well! They immediately began rolling snow globes. The little snowmen even forgot to cry: what is this all about? And the children shout as if in response: “We’re making a snow woman!”
"What, what? What kind of snow woman?" - the little snowmen became worried. And someone guessed: “They probably made a mistake! Well, of course, they’re making a snow MOTHER! Hurray!”
One snowball was stacked on top of another and soon a tall white figure with round face and a wide smile. “So here she is, our mother!” - the little snowmen rejoiced. And a second snow figure appeared nearby; they gave her a shovel to hold. "Oh, here comes the snow daddy with a shovel!" - the little snowmen froze with happiness. They shone and rang like millions of thin crystals, and the children danced and sang along with them.
Then the guys started making snowballs, throwing them, laughing and squealing. “It turned out not bad here on earth,” the snow cubs thought to themselves as they swiftly flew through the air. “You can still call our people!” And they cheerfully winked at snow daddy, and sent air kisses to snow mom.