Folk winter calendar. Part 1. December: calendar of Russian traditions of children's games and fun, fairy tales. proverbs and riddles.

Folk winter calendar. Part 1. December

About December

December was also called: jelly, cold, cold.

• December ends the year, winter begins.
• December - a chill chills the earth all winter long.
• December pleases your eyes with snow, but hurts your ears with frost.

You will see winter folk dances and songs performed by children in the wonderful musical television program “Zimushka - Winter: from the series “Seasons”. The program includes folklore and dance groups of the Big Children's Choir.

Folk calendar for December.

December 4.Presentation of the Most Holy Theotokos into the temple (popularly called “Introduction”).

This day marks the entry of the three-year-old Virgin Mary into the Jerusalem Temple. Mary was given to the temple as a vow by her parents Joachim and Anna. They say this about this day:

• Introduction came - winter brought.
• Introduction – the gates of winter.
• Introduction put a thick layer of ice on the water.
• Before the Introduction, if snow falls, it will melt. After the Introduction, if it snows, then winter will fall.

Based on the weather on Introduction, they tried to guess what the weather would be like on other holidays: “It’s frosty on Introduction - all holidays are frosty. It’s warm – all the holidays are warm.”

This day in the popular consciousness was associated with the beginning of winter, with winter coming into its own. We went sledding, skiing, and ice-skating.

Vvedenye was also famous for its fun fairs – the winter Vvedenye auctions. At the fairs there were also bast and sleigh rows. Painted sleighs were brought to the fair from all over the area. And they invited buyers:

“Here are the sleigh-scooters for you,
Decorated, rich,
Decorated, gilded,
Yes, they are trimmed with morocco!”

And in Pomorie at the Vvedensky fairs they sold fish:

“Come on, come on, choose any one!
I caught it myself, salted it myself, brought it to sell myself!”

Test runs on sleighs were made at Vvedenye. The newlyweds began their winter festivities. Their first sleigh ride was decorated very festively: light, painted sleighs were decorated with multi-colored paths, the young people wore beautiful clothes. The ceremony was called “to show the young woman.”
On this day we spend with children creative activity - we decorate paper silhouettes of sleighs with painting. And then we hold a “masters fair”. Each master praises his own sled to customers, telling them why they are remarkable and convincing buyers to buy them. Buyers pay for goods with paper tokens. In this game, children learn to conduct a dialogue, and also to describe objects, correctly express their opinions, agree and refuse, express doubts and ask questions. Try to hold a fun toboggan fair too! And then we draw and cut out paper figures of men (silhouettes) and act out different winter scenes while the men ride on our paper sleighs.

And we're still learning tongue twisters about sleighs:

• Little Sleigh rides on its own
• Little Sleigh's sleigh capsized
• Sanka has a brand new sled
• Senka is carrying Sanka and Sonya on a sled. Sledge - gallop, Senka - off her feet, Sonya - head on, all into a snowdrift.

December 7 called the day of Catherine - Sannitsa.

These were the early days of sledding. Toboggan roads were installed. “Katherine’s day has come and brought skating.” “The winter will get to Katerina, not by washing, but by rolling, not by hunger, but by cold.”

On this day there was a sleigh race. Both old and young gathered on the dais, and young guys competed in prowess, dexterity, and strength.

On this day we solve riddles about sleds, discuss proverbs and come up with our own stories based on proverbs.

Winter riddles about sledding

Tell the children a riddle about the sleigh:

“First you fly at them from the mountain,
And then you pull them up the hill. (Sled)"

Oh, it's snowing!
I'm bringing out my friend's horse.
For a rope - a bridle
I lead my horse through the yard.
I'm flying down the hill on it,
And I drag it back myself. (Sled).

Talk to your child about the riddle, helping him pay attention to its language.

- Why is the sled called a horse? How are sleighs and horses similar? How are they different? (learning figurative comparison)

- Why is the sleigh called a friend, “buddy” in the riddle? What other objects would you call your friends, “buddies”?

One more interesting riddle about sleighs, which provides a topic for discussion with children and development of the child’s imagination and thinking:

Once upon a time there were three brothers: one loves winter, the second loves summer, and the third doesn’t care (the first brother is a sleigh, the second is a cart, and the third is a man). Discuss this riddle with your children, admire how originally the riddle was invented, how everything is deliberately confused so that no one would guess - the three answers are called “brothers”, although in fact they are not brothers.

Think with your child what other objects could be called brothers or sisters (for example, a spoon, fork and knife; shoes and laces; a sheet, pillowcase and duvet cover). You can come up with a similar riddle.

Template for creative writing of a riddle:“Once upon a time there were three (brothers or sisters). One loves.. (we come up with it together with the child), the other loves.... (we come up with it together with the child), the third one loves... (we come up with it together with the child). Who are they?

Here's a similar riddle with a different answer:“Once upon a time there were three brothers. One has rest in winter, another has rest in summer, the third has neither winter nor summer.” Have you guessed who the third brother is? No, not a man! Who? Did you guess it?

Winter proverb about sleighs.

“If you love to ride, you also love to carry a sled.”

Discuss the proverb with the child:

— What is easier – to carry a sled up a hill or to sled down a hill?
- What does this proverb mean?

- When you can say this (remember situations from the child’s experience and from the life of your family to which this proverb would be applicable, remember cartoons. Discuss each situation with your child).

Winter round dance

With the children we learn and dance the round dance “Like Thin Ice.” One boy in the center represents Vanya, two girls in the circle represent girlfriends. We depict all the actions during the song.

Round dance options:

– During the first verse, Vanya hands over two handkerchiefs to those girls who will play the role of his girlfriends.

— The roles of girlfriends and Vanya are chosen by counting or by lot.

“You can choose your girlfriends by lot in secret from Vanya, it will be a surprise for him.”

Round dance melody and words:

You will hear the motive of the song in the video above.

“Like thin ice
A little white snow fell.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

A little white snow fell
Vanechka, my friend, was driving.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

Vanya was driving, in a hurry,
He fell off his horse.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

He fell and lies there
Nobody runs to Vanya.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

Two girlfriends saw
Soon they ran up to Vanya.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

Soon they ran up to Vanya,
They put him on a horse.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter.

They put Vanya on a horse,
They showed the way.
Eh! Zimushka, winter,
It was a snowy winter."

December 14. Grammar - the day of the prophet Nahum.

It was on this day that children began to learn the alphabet, literacy and counting and went to the teacher for the first lesson in their lives. I call this day for children "ABC holiday" and on this day we look at different alphabets that can be used to learn letters. Let's go with the baby to the library and take different alphabets, as well as the same alphabet, but illustrated by different artists. It is always a discovery for children how differently they can draw illustrations for the same poem! And this is also an incentive for your own creativity!

Here are our favorite ABCs - You can click on any picture and take a closer look at all the spreads, pictures and text of each book. If you have boys, then pay attention to the “ABC of Ships” - the alphabet for boys is very rare!

Let's listen to the name Nahum = on+ mind. They said this:

• Prophet Nahum will guide you.
• The Prophet Nahum will bring a bad mind to mind.
• Father Naum, bring me to mind!

Our ancestors treated the teaching with respect, believing that “a smart head feeds a hundred heads, but a thin head cannot feed itself.”

Proverbs about literacy:

• The head is crazy, like a lantern without a candle.
• Those who are good at reading and writing will not be lost.
• The root of the teaching is bitter, but its fruit is sweet.
• Learning decorates in happiness, and consoles in misfortune.
• It's never too late to learn.
• Live forever and learn.

The undereducated and the overeducated are worse than the uneducated (how close is this proverb to our modern life!)

Galina Dain in her book “Children’s Folk Calendar” describes this day of the folk calendar as follows:“...on Naumov day they sent children to school. The whole family went to church and, having celebrated mass, asked for blessings for the boy’s education. At the appointed time, the teacher came to the house, where his parents greeted him with honor and kind words, and seated him in the front corner with bows. Holding his son by the hand, the father handed him over to the teacher with requests to teach him wisdom and treat him with a whip for laziness: “Teach your son to read and write, teach him wisdom, as they taught us, teach him - more often than not, whip him with a whip.” The student bowed low to the teacher three times, after which he sympolitically struck him on the back three times with a whip. The mother sat her son at the table, handed him a patterned bone pointer, the teacher revealed the alphabet, and the teaching began. After the first lesson, the teachers treated us, generously presented us with gifts, and escorted us to the gate. From that day on, the student himself went to the teacher with a canvas bag over his shoulder.”

I immediately remembered L. N. Tolstoy’s story “Filippok” about the first day of school. After all, Filippok goes to school in winter! But for some reason, few people think about why the child from this story suddenly came to school in winter! It turns out that it was at this time that it began earlier academic year. Let's watch a filmstrip about Philip on this day:

What did children play in December: winter folk games of the calendar

In December, people prepared for Christmas by purifying themselves with the Filippov Fast. It was very cold, so the children played a lot in the huts, because it was freezing outside. They played spillikins, grandmothers, nuts, and pebbles. The girls played a lot with dolls and made dowries for them. They made up fairy tales. Here is a description of one of these games.

Winter folk game of pebbles (pebbles).

How to play pebbles

This game is very useful for the development of speech and sensorimotor coordination, but everything will not work out right away. Will need training. Try to play, and you will understand how not easy it is!

We are training - preparing for the game.

— We take small, light, flat stones (we bring these from the south from the sea in the summer) and place them on the palm of our hand. Start with one pebble, if everything works out easily, then increase the number to two, three and so on.

— Learning the movement of the game: we put the pebbles on the palm (i.e. the palm “looks” at the ceiling) and throw them up. We catch it on the back of the hand (i.e., the hand “looks” at the floor with the palm). We throw it again and catch it in the palm of our hand (i.e., we again “look” at the ceiling).

— We play: we put 5 pebbles on the palm, toss them and catch them. The goal is to catch as many as possible. Whoever caught the most will be the first to start the game.

Antique winter game into pebbles.

We sit at the table, all our stones lie on it.

The player places 5 pebbles on the palm of his hand and tosses them. He catches as much as he can. Places pebbles on the table. Then he takes one of the pebbles he caught (his choice) and throws it up. And while the pebble is in the air, you need to have time to grab the pebble from the table and then have time to catch the thrown stone so that it does not fall. Complication - when you take a pebble from the table, you cannot move other pebbles on the table. The player does the same with the second pebble caught, and with the third (as many as he was able to catch in the first movement).

If the player makes a mistake:

Didn't catch a single pebble
- released the thrown stone from his hands,
- I didn’t have time to take another pebble from the table.
— he moved other stones on the table when he took his own from there,
then he passes his turn in the game to the next player.

You can play pebbles alone, together, or with a small group. And not only in winter, but also in summer.

From December 17 – Varvarinsky frosts.

Read a fairy tale about winter frost with your child and discuss it:

— How did the frost scare the man?
— How did the man warm himself so as not to freeze?
- What helped the man drive away the frost?

With the smallest child it is good to play according to this fairy tale with sounds: humming like an angry frost in the forest: uuuuu, guguuuu with different volumes and different intonations (angry and grumpy, angry, joyful, surprised). And come up with your own “Morozko song” in the form of a sound or syllable and “sing” it.

Fairy tale “Morozko”. From the collection of G.M. Naumenko “Russian folk children's songs and fairy tales with melodies”

“Frost sits on the rowan tree and crackles on the chaff. It jumps and clicks from birch tree to birch tree. Lying on fir trees and trees. He sees a man riding a sleigh. Morozko ran after him. And sings:
I, Morozko, am young. On damp berms.
I gallop and gallop into the cold: Along the windings.
Along the spruce trees. Wow, goo-goo! I'll freeze it!
Along the birch trees,

I caught up with the guy and let’s pinch his nose and let the cold out of his collar. The man began to freeze. So he jumped off the sleigh. He urges the little horse on, and he runs next to him, slapping his hands and stamping his feet. Got warm. And climbed back into the sleigh. Morozko got angry, sat down in the man’s sleigh and said:

Fly, snowball. Close it!
Don't get tired! And the road
Fields and forests Sweep!

Snow fell, covered the road, covered it with powder. Morozko rejoices: “The man will go astray!” And the man follows the directions: he drives along bushes, along hillocks, along trees, and doesn’t leave the road. Morozko became even more angry and said:

Well, watch out, man! I'll get to you!

The man arrived home. While he was unharnessing the horse, Morozko snuck into the hut. And let's let the cold in, everything got cold, the windows were frozen, the walls were covered with frost. So a man hauled wood from the yard and lit the stove. The fire in the stove began to sparkle and blaze. The firewood flared up and began to crackle and puff. The heat spread through the hut. It became warm. Morozko got sweaty and lost his temper. He rushed around the hut, slipped through a crack under the threshold and threw himself under a fence into a snowdrift.

Morozko lay down in the snow and quickly went to the forest to get to work. Where can I get along with a man!”

December 19 – Winter Nikola, Winter Nikola Day. Nikolsky frosts.

This is one of the most significant folk holidays of December. Nikola the saint is one of the most revered saints in Rus'. On this day I was preparing festive table. Noisy Nikolsky fairs unfolded, in which surplus grain was certainly traded.

Preparations began for the Yuletide festivities and the beginning of a new calendar cycle.

December 22 - Winter Anna.

The shortest day of the year is the winter solstice.

December 25th. Spiridon - solstice, Spiridon - turn, solstice, turn signal.

This is how the people called the holiday of the wonderworker Spyridon. From this day on, the sun turns to summer, and winter to frost.

• From Spiridon there is sun for summer, and winter for frost.
• After Spiridon, even at a sparrow's leap, the day will come.
• On Solstice, the bear in its den turns on its other side.

They lit fires and rolled a burning wheel (a symbol of the sun) down the mountain, inviting the sun to “turn around” and return to us in the spring. The wheel was rolled down the mountain and then burned at an ice hole. Songs were sung in honor of the wheel - the sun.

Before the Christmas holidays They cleaned the entire house, the children helped the adults. The children were learning Christmas carols. We made a nativity scene and a Christmas star in advance. They sewed sweets for treats, made masks for mummers.

And I have already made the dough for the traditional Russian Christmas gingerbread of Pomerania - kozul (I am a native Pomeranian and grew up on the White Sea). I can’t imagine without these traditional, beautiful and delicious winter gingerbreads. New Year and Christmas. There is already a premonition of the holiday in my house and there is a pleasant smell of cinnamon and cloves from the dough I prepared, which is now ripening - lying in the cold.

Making a Christmas star for the holiday:

Option 1.

— From plywood or thick cardboard, cut out an eight-pointed star with a diameter of 40-50 cm. The rays should be symmetrical.

— We paste over the resulting star blank with colored paper or paint it with paints. There is no need to use modern packaging paper to cover the star blank - the star will be lifeless, not warm, and pretentious. And she should be very cozy, okay, alive. The rays of the Christmas star can be made one-color or multi-colored.

— Attach an icon to the center (you can buy a calendar with an image of the icon).

- A metal shelf is made below the icon - a candlestick. The shelf must be attached very firmly. A candle will be placed on this shelf, which we will light when we walk with the star.

— Reverse side We cover the stars with cardboard.

— We take a pole (slat from a hardware store) 1-1.5 meters high. We wrap the pole in a spiral with ribbon or a long strip of paper. You can cut the edges of a strip of paper into “noodles” in advance - you will get a “fluffy pole”. We nail our star very firmly to the pole. You can attach ribbons to the base of the star - they will flutter in the wind as you walk. You can attach small bells to ribbons.

The star is ready.

Option 2.

You can also use a simpler type of paper Christmas star.

— We fold the paper like an accordion

— We tie the middle of our accordion with a strong thread,

— We unfold the accordion into a circle, fasten the ends so that the circle does not fall apart.

— Attach the star to the stick.

Such a star will look like the sun.

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Everyone knows this is the most common tree in our area, covered with green needles. In contrast to the dry and light-loving pine, spruce usually grows in damp, low-lying areas. In the deep shadow spruce forest Only a few plants grow; there is no hope of collecting many mushrooms here in the summer. Birds huddle in the dense thorny branches of spruce trees, and agile squirrels build their nest-houses. In deep and warm nests, red-breasted crossbills hatch and feed their chicks in the bitter cold of winter.

Spruce is especially beautiful in winter, when heavy caps of pure white snow hang on its spreading branches. The high peaks are decorated with garlands of purple cones, which are pecked by nimble crossbills, feeding on spruce seeds. Bears build their dens in dense spruce forests. Snowshoe hares hide under low-hanging branches.

People especially love spruce. It’s not for nothing that on New Year’s winter days they arrange holiday trees for children in cities and decorate them beautiful gifts, and Santa Claus walks near the decorated fir tree with his long gray beard tied.

But spruce is especially good in the forest in freedom. On winter starry and moonlit nights, snow glistens on its branches. A tree decorated with snow, reflecting star and moonlight on its branches, seems fabulous.

In spruce and mixed forests hazel grouse live, busy thrushes build nests. In harvest years, when the branches and tops of spruce trees are covered with fir cones, squirrels remain to spend the winter in the forest. Climbing onto a tree branch, holding a cone in their front paws, they gnaw and scatter its scales onto the snow and eat the resinous seeds.

In the spring, the wind carries winged, light seeds from ripe spruce cones. At the edges of the spruce forest, green spruce young growth grows from scattered seeds. The young Christmas trees are very beautiful and cheerful. They grow quickly, and it is difficult for a person to get through their green thorny thicket. Only a few of these young trees survive. The strong win, shade the weak, and the young forest grows.

The clean pine forest is very good and beautiful. You used to walk or drive through an old pine forest - like tall, clean, huge candles, the trunks of old trees towered above your head. The ground is covered with fallen needles from last year. Long, knotty roots stretched across the sparsely traveled sandy road. Low hummocks were overgrown with gray soft moss. Here and there lingonberry leaves are turning green. The rays of the sun break through the high green peaks soaring into the sky. Light golden bunnies play on tree trunks covered with cracked thick bark. It smells like resin and earth. Quiet in the old pine forest. Occasionally a hazel grouse will take off, a woodpecker will fly over the road. Green curly peaks bathe in the high sky.

Clean pine forests there is little left now. Some old pine trees survived. Like fairy-tale giants, they stand among the young growing forest.

In the pine forests in the summer we picked berries - lingonberries and blueberries, strong-legged boletuses and slippery boletus. Here and here pinkish, fragile caps of russula could be seen. They settle on tall old pines and build nests birds of prey- hawks and eagles.

Good and growing small pine forest. Young pine trees covered with green needles huddle closely together. In the shade of these trees in spring and summer you need to look for mushrooms. Early spring Morels and beautiful yellow saffron milk caps grow here in summer.

Low-growing swamp pine grows in swampy, tussock-covered areas. You walk through such a pine swamp - you can’t see the end of the soft moss hummocks strewn with ripening cranberries. Every now and then marsh white partridges flutter out from under your feet, a heavy wood grouse will break loose and fly.

Pine is undoubtedly one of ancient trees. The pine tree grew when there were no green trees on earth deciduous forests. It is not for nothing that wood grouse, also the oldest birds on earth, feed on the tough pine needles.

Pine can be seen in high mountains Caucasus and in the far cold north, on the very border of the bare desert tundra. Pine wood is highly valued. Residential houses were and are being built from pine logs, bridges and outbuildings are being erected. Pine resin, which is collected by cutting the pine bark, is also valued.

Once traveling through Zaonezhye, through dense forests untouched by man, I saw pines that had died on the vine by their natural death. The resin-soaked trunks of these trees towered above the tops of the living forest that surrounded them. Strong winter winds had long ago broken off their dead, bare branches, but the resin-soaked trunk stood firmly, perhaps for tens or hundreds of years. Some trunks of fallen dead trees, covered with green moss, lay on the ground. I had difficulty getting through them. Now there are very few such untouched forests left, and hardly anyone has seen the trunk of a dead pine tree standing on the root, soaked in resin.

Even as a child, I fell in love with the tall green linden trees that surrounded our village garden. The wide linden alley was once planted by a feudal landowner, whose name has long been forgotten in our village. We loved to play under the tall linden trees and watch life awaken in the young garden in the spring. In the green tops of the linden trees birds sang, starlings and blackbirds whistled. IN clear days Golden, secretive orioles flew from tree to tree, and owls nested in the deep hollows of old linden trees, calling to each other with terrible voices at night.

At the very beginning of summer, linden trees began to bloom with golden flowers, and the entire garden was filled with a sweet honey spirit. Bees buzzed over the flowering tops of the linden trees.

In the summer, Ivan da Marya flowers were spread out under the linden trees in a wide carpet, and purple bells swayed on the tall thin stems in the light summer breeze. I watched insects and red earth bugs crawling around the roots of linden trees, and how butterflies fluttered over the flowers. In mid-summer, strong porcini mushrooms grew under the linden trees. In a good year, we collected a lot of these mushrooms, and my mother salted and pickled them for future use.

Under the lonely spreading linden tree that grew in front of our village house, in the hot summer days We had lunch and drank tea on a wooden table and benches. I loved to climb this old linden tree, sit in the shade of the green tent, read books and dream about long journeys. I remember this old linden tree for the rest of my long life.

The once beautiful tall linden trees, along with other trees, grew almost everywhere in Russian forests. White, pure linden wood was highly prized. Skilled craftsmen sharpened beautiful wooden utensils and carved spoons from light, pliable wood. In villages, clean linden boards were used to make tabletops for dining tables. The bark of old linden trees was stripped from fallen trees, soaked in water, and bast and matting were made from linden bark. In villages, bast shoes were woven from the thin bark of young linden trees and stored for the entire long winter dried linden bast. Now you won’t see adult large linden trees in our forests. Only in the distant Trans-Urals did I see tall linden trees growing freely in deep forests.

Linden is undoubtedly one of the most beautiful, cheerful and gentle trees. Linden has long been famous sweet honey. Linden foliage is good and tender. In autumn, linden trees shed their yellowed leaves before other trees, and fallen leaves lie like a dry, rustling carpet at the roots of bare trees. yellow leaves. You used to walk along fallen linden leaves, rustling under your feet, and admire familiar trees, preparing for a long winter.

Young linden trees are now planted in parks in big cities. Linden trees take root easily and grow quickly. Their fresh green foliage decorates the bustling city streets and pleases the eye of a tired city man.

Even as a child, I really liked the tall, slender aspen trees that grew near our village house.

I liked the bitter smell of aspens and the fluttering of green leaves on the high peaks. Even in the quietest, windless summer day the aspen leaves trembled. Covered with greenish, bitter bark, the trees seemed to be living beings - they seemed to be whispering and talking to each other.

The aspen forest is especially good on clear autumn days. In purple-red and yellow foliage is painted. Fallen leaves are spread under the trees like a clean, colorful carpet. Here and there you can see the reddish caps of late mushrooms - boletuses - underneath them. Late forest flowers are still blooming here and there. A tall, yellowed fern rustles underfoot, and the aspen forest smells even more bitter.

***
To our home on New Year's Eve
Someone will come from the forest,
All fluffy, covered in needles,
And that guest’s name is... Christmas tree.
There will be a Christmas tree in the corner
At the window on the floor.
And on the tree to the top
Multi-colored... toys.
Grandfather will bring gifts
Chocolates and sweets,
Katya, Masha and Marina
They really love... tangerines
He lives quite a bit
And now he’s waiting at the doorstep.
Who will come to us at twelve?
Well of course... New Year!

* * *
Winter holiday on the way,
Old year leaves us
New Year is knocking on the door.
Let it be with the blizzard and powder
He will bring all good things:
Children are happy, as before,
For adults - happiness and hope.
May New Year's Santa Claus
Will give you a whole cart of happiness,
Good health to boot,
Good luck in everything planned,
Fun, laughter, tenderness, affection,
May life be like in a fairy tale!

***
New Year's time...
Open the window to the courtyard
And you will see how the country -
Bewitched and pale -
Century listens to the verdict.

New Year's miracles...
So many sweet, big candies!
And at least for half an hour
You can just close your eyes
To the swirl of worldly vanities.

New Year's rigmarole...
Noise, fun and running around.
Everyone is a clown and a minstrel,
And a merry trill of laughter
It flies down the snowy hill, ringing.

New Year's mirages...
As if heaven will be opened tomorrow.
Here's your ticket to the New Year - take it!
Just tell me the treasured password
And choose the future.

New Year's celebration...
The inevitability of change
And the collapse of old walls.
Like happiness, they give in exchange
To a fragile nature.

***
In an alley under a lantern whitish moon
Snowflake girls led a round dance,
The wind frolicked in the wires, oh, mischievous boy,
The rooftop orchestra played at this party,

The generous bandmaster-firmament rained pearls from the sky,
And at home they blinked their windows at each other,
Last year's leaf burst into the New Year
And the snowflakes helped him in the waltz.

The half-asleep city slowly swayed its bridges to the beat,
A blush only appeared on the cheeks of the dawn,
And while the pavements are still empty -
The New Year's dance will last forever.

***
Congratulations, dears,
May all Mother Russia
On holiday with us
Amuses himself with pancakes
Decorated Christmas trees,
Ritual songs!

***
Welcome, people, New Year!
He brings so much joy!
The tree is shining with lights,
And children are waiting for gifts.

And who is older - burns candles,
They are torturing fate, waiting for a miracle,
Fortune telling in full swing:
Should I be single or in a couple?

The shoe is thrown over the threshold,
A yolk is poured into a glass of water,
They freeze over the wax,
The peas are counted.

They burn paper, look at the shadow,
And the candles in the mirror are shaking...
And all the people are having fun
Celebrating the New Year!

We want to congratulate you on the holiday,
All Russians love him!
We wish you prosperity
Without any fortune telling!

May you have good luck all year long!
And a lot of happiness will come to the house!

***
To the songs of blizzards and blizzards
Frost, wizard and craftsman,
Creates, draws, paves ice.
Everyone is happy about winter, let it visit!

Let it give holiday and blush
Tender snowflakes light dance!
May the New Year be good,
A fairy tale will come to life!

May the New Year not be sad,
It will be light and fun!
Let there be room for feelings in your heart,
Dreams always lead you forward!

May happiness be multifaceted,
Prosperity - multiply ten times!
Let everything that was long-awaited
You will find it with pleasure!

***
The old year is passing away
Leaves without return
The thread of worries goes away,
Which we don't need
And it will sink into oblivion,
What we wanted
Who was in love and was loved.
Unexpectedly - unexpectedly,
Names go away
Moments, looks, songs
Times are passing by
Where it was so wonderful!
Goodbye, Old Year,
Goodbye, no goodbye
New Year is coming to us
And makes promises!

***
WITH New Year's mood,
WITH New Year's treat!
Happy New Year,
Merry Christmas!
Let everything be okay in the family
And luck will be nearby!
May your health be good,
Happiness - bright, incomparable!

***
A beautiful Christmas tree is the treasure of the forest,
Fluffy, young, like a princess!
Balloons and garlands, glittering tinsel,
How happy adults and children are with her!

May everyone have a wonderful life in the New Year,
Everything is going well, going smoothly and succeeding!
Smiles, gifts, miracles, magic,
Merry, glorious CHRISTMAS to you!

***
Merry Christmas to you
And with all our hearts we wish:
Let the blizzard last for a whole year,
He will give you health,
The wind will blow away all the ailments
To the cold courtyard.
Let the snow swirl with sparks,
So that your faces brighten,
And the wicked moon
On the night of love, it will deprive you of sleep.
May one of the brightest stars
Will give your talents growth,
Your thought will rise up!
Let friends brighten your life!

***
Merry Christmas!
In Rus' we honor this holiday.
After fasting for many days
We are waiting for the star of Christ to rise.
At last our Savior was born,
Centuries-old Sage, Teacher!
And on Christmas Eve the people celebrate
Waiting for it to come
Jesus Christ to our Earth,
To save people and make them more beautiful,
From the true lost path
On the road of righteous news.
Christ was once on Earth,
He left us a memory of himself.
If he lives in your heart,
It protects you and brings you happiness.
We wish you to remember on Christmas -
Even if twenty centuries have passed, -
How Christ helped all people,
We wish you all the best as we do now!

***
I'm selfless and naive
I love you on Christmas night
Eight-pointed wondrous stars
Rays flying towards me.
When the whole church freezes
The Royal Gates are open,
Stands, doesn’t touch the ground
Winged angel. And lips
They don't move, but sounds flow,
Here the sky has descended to the earth,
Blessing hands
I feel it on my forehead.
And the smell of incense and spruce,
Living candles,
And the fear that weightlessness in the body -
From a touching hand.
I step into the world with this miracle -
Enough for a long time! And for everyone!
The Holy Night sparkles in the stars,
And sparkles fall onto the snow.
And deeper in the sky is blue,
And the star flashed brightly...

***
Kolyada came
On the eve of Christmas.
Through snowdrifts
She walked along laughing and having fun,
To both friends and strangers
Knocking under the windows.
And behind the old Kolyada
The carolers have come
They stood up in a noisy crowd,
The song was sung loudly:
"Kolyada was born
On the eve of Christmas..."
Shining bright star,
Deeper in the sky is blue...

* * *
Great Christmas Eve...
The colors of the sky are darkening...
Everything is quiet... the celebration is near
Nature involuntarily feels it.
It's like there's less anxiety
As if there was less suffering -
Into the sublunary world Infant God
Brings the sweetness of hope.
A star flashed in the sky;
She lit up, playing tenderly...
How happy is he who is on Labor Day
Today will end serenely,
Who, having put aside their affairs,
The heavy swarm of worries will forget
And relax with his family
Calm, meek and cheerful.
And not with a frowning brow,
But, having abandoned my sad thoughts,
He will celebrate the holiday at the table
Among your family and friends,
He will hear the holy news,
When the evening bell rings,
But the world is big, there is a lot in it
And those whose path is full of thorns...
Oh God! On this holy day
And send them a blessing
Comfort them with earthly joy,
Everyday troubles have gone into oblivion...
Let them have harsh days
Eternal anxiety will be reconciled,
Let them be appreciated more on this day
Holy Parish of the Child God.

***
There are countries where people have not known for centuries
No blizzards, no loose snow;
There they sparkle only with unmelting snow
The tops of granite ridges...
The flowers there are more fragrant, the stars are larger,
Spring is brighter and more elegant,
And the feathers of the birds are brighter there, and warmer
It's breathing there sea ​​wave.
In such and such a country on a balmy night
With the whisper of laurels and roses,
The desired miracle happened in person,
The Baby Christ was born.
A nursery, - so one child dreamed, -
Can be glued from colored cardboard,
Make gold out of paper
Shepherds with a Christmas star.
Donkey, ox - what a beauty! -
They will stand next to the manger of Christ.
Here they are - in gilded clothes
Three kings from wondrous eastern countries.
In the desert waiting for a miracle
They are carried by obedient camels.
What about the Christ Child? At this hour
He is in everyone's hearts!

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

***
WINTER
Making it a fairy tale
Trees and houses
A white woman came to the guys -
White winter.

Cheerful, desirable
Frosty time -
Ruddy from the cold
The kids laugh.

We outlined with skates
The whole pond
And if we want -
Swift-winged eagles
Let's go skiing.

G. Ramazanov

***
WINTER
The earth is already white and white.
Looks like they've been covered in chalk
Forests and steppes and fields.
Everything remained white under the snow.

The fields fell asleep. Until spring
Tired workers take a nap.
What dreams do they have?
Under a warm cotton blanket?

And the sun seems to rest
Decided at this time of year:
He will rise and accomplish his shortcut
And again leaves the sky.

And the winds took their course:
They howl over the steppe,
They are merciless with her
White clothes are torn off.

She lies helplessly -
The earth is frozen to the point of trembling.
And the sun looks from above,
It can't help the earth in any way.

And yet winter is not forever!
There's a man: in his worries
Even in such cold weather
He thinks about summer work.

N. Najmi

***
WINTER-HANDWORK
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!
- Ah, spring soon would come...

E. Yavetskaya

***
IN THE EVENING
Quietly circling in the air
Snowflake butterflies,
And they lie down on the bare forest
Sticky fuzz.
The evening moves slowly
The snow is becoming less and less frequent.
Like someone painted white
Painted the roofs.
To them in the morning from the frost
The snow will become sticky.
And the birches will dress
In rabbit fur coats.

G. Zaitsev

***
SNOW
The evening is quiet and frosty.
Only there is no snow.
The stars turned on outside the window,
The lights in the house were turned off.
A cloud came out from behind the forest
The house became quiet and silent
At night someone is barely audible
He knocked on the windows with his paws,
And in the morning in silver
Snow-white silence
Someone clean and fluffy
It was on my window.

***
WINTER DRAWS SUMMER
Winter.
December
Outside the window.
Double frames
Pasted
House.
Inside
Geranium blooms -
Warm! -
And through transparent glass
Freezing,
Looking at this miracle,
Depicted on the windows
Summer.
His drawings
Not literal -
on them
Lianas,
Roses,
Palm trees...

Semyon Ostrovsky

***
Who draws so skillfully
What kind of miracle dreamers,
Ice drawing is sad:
Rivers, groves and lakes?
Who applied the complex ornament
On the window of any apartment?
It's all one artist.
These are all his paintings.
frolicking in a wide field
And tired of wandering in the forest,
Santa Claus is bored or something?
I decided to get into a warm house.
But scared people
The door was locked
And Morozko - come what may -
Soon he climbed towards them through the window.
But there was a barrier there too -
There was glass everywhere in the windows,
And Morozko out of frustration
He decided to harm people.
He calculated with his cunning eye,
He took the brushes, whitened, enamels -
And by morning all the window glass
No light was allowed into the house.

Snow and snow patterns,
There are blizzards of talk in the field,
Cold, twilight.
Day - skates, mountain, sled,
Evening - old wives' tales.
Here it is - winter!

A. Kruglov

***
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,

Light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.

Afanasy Fet

***
Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

Afanasy Fet

***
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The 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.

Afanasy Fet

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.

Sergey Yesenin

***
JANUARY
Open the calendar -
January begins.

In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.

Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
Smoke rises into the sky in a column.

Samuel Marshak

***
FEBRUARY
The winds blow in February
The pipes howl loudly.
It curls like a snake on the ground
Light drifting snow.

Above the Kremlin wall -
Aircraft flights.
Glory to the dear army
On her birthday!

Samuel Marshak

***
WHITE POEMS

The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Happy gray tits:
Birds are freezing in the cold,
Snow fell - frost fell!
The cat washes its nose with snow.
The puppy has a black back
White snowflakes are melting.
The sidewalks are covered in snow,
Everything around is white and white:
Snow-snow-snowfall!
Enough work for shovels,
For shovels and scrapers,
For large trucks.
The snow is spinning
The snow is falling -
Snow! Snow! Snow!
The beast and the bird are glad to see the snow
And, of course, a man!
Only the janitor, only the janitor
He says: - I am this Tuesday
I will never forget!
Snowfall is a disaster for us!
The scraper scrapes all day long,
The broom sweeps all day long.
A hundred sweats left me,
And everything is white again!
Snow! Snow! Snow!

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

***
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 gates.

Afanasy Fet

***
WINTER MORNING
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky;
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.

A.S. Pushkin

***
Where is the sweet whisper
My forests?
Streams of murmurs,
Meadow flowers?
The trees are bare;
Winter carpet
Covered the hills
Meadows and valleys.
Under the ice
With its bark
The stream grows numb;
Everything is numb
Only the evil wind
Raging, howling
And the sky covers
Gray haze.

Evgeny Baratynsky

***
SNOWFLAKE
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!

Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.

Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.

In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.

Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.

His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.

But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.

Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!

Konstantin Balmont

***
SNOWBALL

The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.

Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! -
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.

The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.

Nikolay Nekrasov

The high peaks are decorated with garlands of purple cones, which are pecked by nimble crossbills, feeding on spruce seeds. Bears build their dens in dense spruce forests. Snowshoe hares hide under low-hanging branches.

People especially love spruce. It’s not for nothing that on New Year’s winter days they arrange holiday trees in cities for children, decorate them with beautiful gifts, and Santa Claus walks near the decorated fir tree with a long gray beard tied.

But spruce is especially good in the forest in freedom. On winter starry and moonlit nights, snow glistens on its branches. A tree decorated with snow, reflecting star and moonlight on its branches, seems fabulous.

Hazel grouse live in spruce and mixed forests, and fussy thrushes build their nests. In harvest years, when the branches and tops of spruce trees are covered with fir cones, squirrels remain to spend the winter in the forest. Climbing onto a tree branch, holding a cone in their front paws, they gnaw and scatter its scales onto the snow and eat the resinous seeds.

In the spring, the wind carries winged, light seeds from ripe spruce cones. At the edges of the spruce forest, green spruce young growth grows from scattered seeds. The young Christmas trees are very beautiful and cheerful. They grow quickly, and it is difficult for a person to get through their green thorny thicket. Only a few of these young trees survive. The strong win, shade the weak, and the young forest grows.

The clean pine forest is very good and beautiful. You used to walk or drive through an old pine forest - like tall, clean, huge candles, the trunks of old trees towered above your head. The ground is covered with fallen needles from last year. Long, knotty roots stretched across the sparsely traveled sandy road. Low hummocks were overgrown with gray soft moss. Here and there lingonberry leaves are turning green. The rays of the sun break through the high green peaks soaring into the sky. Light golden bunnies play on tree trunks covered with cracked thick bark. It smells like resin and earth. Quiet in the old pine forest. Occasionally a hazel grouse will take off, a woodpecker will fly over the road. Green curly peaks bathe in the high sky.

There are now few clean pine forests left. Some old pine trees survived. Like fairy-tale giants, they stand among the young growing forest.

In the pine forests in the summer we picked berries - lingonberries and blueberries, strong-legged boletuses and slippery boletus. Here and here pinkish, fragile caps of russula could be seen. Birds of prey - hawks and eagles - settle and build nests on tall old pines.

The growing small pine forest is also good. Young pine trees covered with green needles huddle closely together. In the shade of these trees in spring and summer you need to look for mushrooms. Morels grow here in early spring, and beautiful yellow saffron milk caps grow here in summer.

Low-growing swamp pine grows in swampy, tussock-covered areas. You walk through such a pine swamp - you can’t see the end of the soft moss hummocks strewn with ripening cranberries. Every now and then marsh white partridges flutter out from under your feet, a heavy wood grouse will break loose and fly.

Pine is undoubtedly one of the oldest trees. The pine tree grew when there were no green deciduous forests on earth. It is not for nothing that wood grouse, also the oldest birds on earth, feed on the tough pine needles.

Pine can be seen in the high mountains of the Caucasus and in the far cold north, on the very border of the bare desert tundra. Pine wood is highly valued. Residential houses were and are being built from pine logs, bridges and outbuildings are being erected. Pine resin, which is collected by cutting the pine bark, is also valued.

Once traveling through Zaonezhye, through dense forests untouched by man, I saw pines that had died on the vine by their natural death. The resin-soaked trunks of these trees towered above the tops of the living forest that surrounded them.