A story based on a picture, spelling and melodic recitation skills. Children's fairy tales online Read The Tale of the Autumn Wind

Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it along blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to beautiful home, knocked on the window.
- Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
“Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through snowy forest, waved his beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind....

Target: introduce N. Abramtseva to “The Tale of the Autumn Wind”; develop attention, thinking, imagination, speech, spatial orientation, expand vocabulary; cultivate responsiveness and empathy.

Equipment: Students have a squared notebook, a pen, and colored pencils.

Teacher. Guys, decipher the name of the fairy tale that I want to introduce you to today.

Independent work. Writing in notebooks. Examination.

Write on the board:

Answer. "The Tale of the Autumn Wind."

Divide all the words into two groups.

Oral group work.

The wind (what?) is violent, harsh, singing, playful, chilling, playful, raging, invigorating, piercing, furious, sharp, howling, affectionate, gentle, gusty, hurricane, light-winged.

What is the mood of the wind now?

Be careful of the wind

Came out of the gate

Knocked on the window

Ran across the roof;

Played a little

Bird cherry branches,

Scolded for something

Vorobyov acquaintances.

And straightening it cheerfully

Young wings

Flew somewhere

Racing with dust.

M. Isakovsky

And now?

Wind, wind, wind, wind,

Why are you making all the noise in the branches?

Free wind, wind, wind,

The reeds tremble before you.

K. Balmont

Teacher. So, listen to the story.

“Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow and the smell of cut grass flies in. People are happy again.

Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.

The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.”

This is a very beautiful sight. Let's draw a picture of a sailboat driven by the wind, using the cells in your notebook.

Place a dot in the corner of the cell. Draw a line

four squares up;

one cell down diagonally from left to right;

one cell to the left;

three cells down diagonally from left to right;

three cells to the left; one square down;

three cells to the right;

one cell down diagonally from right to left;

three cells to the left;

one square up diagonally from right to left;

two cells to the right.

The teacher completes the task simultaneously with the children on the squares of the board. Examination.

Color the sailboat with colored pencils. Give it a romantic name, for example, “Azure Wave”, “Undaunted”, “Flying on the Waves”.

What else can the wind do? Let's play the "Yes - No" game. I will say a phrase. If you agree with her, say “yes” in unison; if you disagree, say “no”.

Is it true that the wind can...

Close the windows? (Yes)

Urging passers-by? (Yes)

Anger the bees? (No)

Flip the car? (Yes)

Cool the tea? (Yes)

Ruin your hair? (Yes)

Pluck leaves from trees? (Yes)

Help mushrooms grow? (No)

Buzzing in the wires? (Yes)

Spread the scent of flowers? (Yes)

Raise a storm at sea? (Yes)

Reach the bottom of the ocean? (No)

Destroy houses? (Yes)

Make the bell ring? (Yes)

Turn a tree out of the ground? (Yes)

Make a river flow in the opposite direction? (No)

Create a storm in a glass of water? (No)

“Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!

That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky became cloudy gray-gray. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.

The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.”

The wind can be kind and gentle, but it can also be evil if you make it very angry.

Let's play a game called "What would happen if...".

So, what would happen if there was wind.

Would you stop showing up at sea?

Would you lift boxes of oranges into the air and scatter them on the territory of the kindergarten?

Would you disperse all the clouds over our city forever?

Would you howl like a ghost every night?

Would you lift all the people into the air and hold them there for an hour?

Bring bananas from Africa and distribute them to orphanage children?

Worked as a postman?

Did you clear the snow from the paths in winter?

“The wind has completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.

“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided.

The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.

- Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.

But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.

“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.

But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.

- What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!

“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”

But people didn’t understand him.”

Teacher. How does the frozen wind make you feel? (Children's answers.) What words would you choose now to describe the wind? (Children's answers.)

Examples: unhappy, poor, desperate, chilled, pitiful, dejected, sad, etc.

Poor, poor wind!.. He has no home where he could hide from the weather and keep warm. What can we do for him? (Give him a house.)

Draw a beautiful house as a gift to the unfortunate wind.

Children draw. Exchange of impressions.

Turn to the wind with kind words and offer your gift.

Sample. Dear wind! I know how cold and uncomfortable you are without a home. Nobody wants to let you in. You are suffering. I feel so sorry for you. I want to give you this house. Live in it whenever you want.

Appeals from 3-4 students are heard.

Teacher. Now the wind doesn’t even have one house, but several at once, and he will be able to live in them in turn. You did a good job, guys!

Of course, you want to know how the fairy tale ends.

“Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp, cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter. -

“Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.

And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.

When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.

“Blizzard beauty,” they said. - Beautiful snowstorm!

And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard. But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in it, the good wind.”

Information for parents: The tale of the autumn wind is short, good story written by Natalya Kornelevna Abramtseva. It tells about the wind, which made people happy in the heat. Winter has come, people shut themselves in their houses from the cold. The wind froze and asked people to warm up, but no one let it in. Winter saved him by giving him a snow cape. The book “The Tale of the Autumn Wind” is written very easily; it can be read to children aged 4 to 8 years before bedtime. Happy reading.

Read The Tale of the Autumn Wind

Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mown grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind has completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.
- Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
“Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...

Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow and the smell of cut grass flies in. People are happy again.
Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier.
The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He could dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind!
That's how it was in the summer. But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home.
The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind completely froze. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house and knocked on the window.
- Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold.
But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows.
“They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
“I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
“Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly.
And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful.
When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful.
“Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through the snowy forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he felt a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard.
But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind...

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