12th month dramatic fairy tale play read. Scenario for a children's Christmas story – “12 months”

Twelve Months is a fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak, which has been loved by more than one generation of children. The fairy tale tells about the life of a girl in a house with her stepmother and stepsister. One day, having heard the order of the young queen, the stepmother sends her stepdaughter to New Year's Eve for snowdrops in the forest. The girl understands that she is in danger of death, but goes in search of flowers in the cold. Will she find the treasured snowdrops, for which a generous reward is promised? Find out with your children what will happen to an orphan in the forest from a fairy tale about good and evil, greed, hard work and the ability to forgive insults.

Slovak fairy tale adapted by S. Marshak

Do you know how many months there are in a year?

Twelve.

What are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.

The months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that mountainous country Bohemia was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did this happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter lay on the feather bed all day long and ate gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: fetch water, bring brushwood from the forest, rinse the linen on the river, weed the beds in the garden.

She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.

People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

- You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what snowdrops in the middle of winter! They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just end up lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts. And her sister tells her:

“Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you!” Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.

The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It’s completely dark here—you can’t see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. There was already a smell of warm smoke, and you could hear brushwood crackling in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.

It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: they look so elegant - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl stood.

She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

- Where did you come from, what do you want here? The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

“I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.” The old man laughed:

- Is it snowdrops in January? What did you come up with!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl answers, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

The girl stands there, listening, but doesn’t understand the words—as if it weren’t people talking, but the trees making noise.

They talked and talked and fell silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

- What will you do if you don’t find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. — I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said this and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat on one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:

- Brother January, give me your place for an hour! The old man stroked his long beard and said:

“I would give in, but Mart wouldn’t be there before February.”

“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months have their own. We need to help her.

“Well, have it your way,” said January. He struck the ground with his ice staff and spoke:

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark!

You're full of crows

Freeze,

Human habitation

Cool down!

The old man fell silent, and the forest became quiet. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.

“Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February. He tapped his staff, shook his beard and boomed:

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can!

Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Hover above the ground.

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

White snake!

As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snow flakes began to swirl and white whirlwinds rushed across the ground. And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:

- Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. Took it younger brother staff and hit the ground. The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.

Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:

Run away, streams,

Spread, puddles,

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed.

The girl even clasped her hands. Where did the high snowdrifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch?

Under her feet is soft spring soil. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The buds on the branches have puffed up, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark skin.

The girl looks and can’t see enough.

- Why are you standing there? - Mart tells her. “Hurry up, my brothers gave you and me only one hour.”

The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are visible and invisible! Under bushes and under stones, on hummocks and under hummocks - everywhere you look. She collected a full basket, a full apron - and quickly went back to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.

And there is no longer a fire, no brothers: It’s light in the clearing, but not as before. Light does not come from fire, but from full month that rose above the forest.

The girl regretted that she had no one to thank and ran home. And a month swam after her.

Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and as soon as she entered the house, the winter blizzard began to hum outside the windows again, and the moon hid in the clouds.

“Well,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you returned home yet?” Where are the snowdrops?

The girl didn’t answer, she just poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and put the basket next to it.

The stepmother and sister gasped:

- Where did you get them?

The girl told them everything that happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and don’t believe. It’s hard to believe, but there’s a whole heap of fresh, blue snowdrops on the bench. They really smell like March!

The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:

— Haven’t they given you anything else for months?

- Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.

- What a fool! - says the sister. “For once, I met all twelve months, but I didn’t ask for anything except snowdrops!” Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask for. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, a third has white mushrooms, a fourth has fresh cucumbers!

- Smart girl, daughter! - says the stepmother. - In winter, strawberries and pears have no price. We would sell it and how much money we would make. And this fool brought snowdrops! Dress up, daughter, get warm and go to the clearing. They won’t deceive you, even if there are twelve of them and you are alone.

- Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself puts her hands in her sleeves and puts a scarf on her head.

Her mother shouts after her:

- Put on your mittens, button up your fur coat!

And my daughter is already at the door. She ran into the forest!

She follows her sister's footsteps and is in a hurry. “Hurry up,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”

The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are getting higher and the windfall is like a wall.

“Oh,” thinks the stepmother’s daughter, “why did I go into the forest!” I would be lying at home in a warm bed right now, but now go and freeze! You’ll still be lost here!”

And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.

She went to the light. She walked and walked and came out into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire is burning, and twelve brothers, twelve months old, are sitting around the fire. They sit and talk quietly.

The stepmother's daughter approached the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter and began to warm herself.

The month brothers fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January hit the ground with his staff.

- Who are you? - asks. -Where did it come from?

“From home,” the stepmother’s daughter answers. “Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops.” So I came in her footsteps.

“We know your sister,” says January-month, “but we haven’t even seen you.” Why did you come to us?

- For gifts. Let the month of June pour strawberries into my basket, and bigger ones. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is of apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. A October:

“Wait,” says January-month. - There will be no summer before spring, and no spring before winter. The month of June is still a long way off. I am now the owner of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.

- Look, he's so angry! - says the stepmother's daughter. - Yes, I didn’t come to you - you won’t expect anything from you except snow and frost. To me summer months necessary.

The month of January frowned.

- Look for summer in winter! - speaks.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from ground to sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the moon brothers had been sitting. The fire was no longer visible behind the snow, but you could only hear a fire whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.

The stepmother's daughter was scared.

- Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough!

Where is it?

The blizzard swirls around her, blinds her eyes, takes her breath away. She fell into a snowdrift and was covered with snow.

And the stepmother waited and waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was gone, and that’s all. She wrapped herself up warmly and went into the forest. How can you really find anyone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!

She walked and walked and searched and searched until she herself froze.

So they both remained in the forest to wait for summer.

But the stepdaughter lived in the world for a long time, grew up big, got married and raised children.

And they say she had a garden near her house - and such a wonderful one, the likes of which the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears were filled. In the heat it was cool there, in the snowstorm it was quiet.

“They’ve been staying with this hostess for twelve months at once!” - people said.

Who knows - maybe it was so.

Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak

Twelve months

Slavic fairy tale

Do you know how many months there are in a year?

Twelve.

What are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.

The months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did this happen?

That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how it turns, everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter lay on the feather bed all day long and ate gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: fetch water, bring brushwood from the forest, rinse the linen on the river, weed the beds in the garden.

She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.

People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what are snowdrops like in winter? They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just end up lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts.

And her sister tells her:

Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you! Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.

The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It's completely dark here - you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.

And suddenly, far away, between the trees, a light flashed - as if a star was entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. There was already a smell of warm smoke, and you could hear brushwood crackling in the fire.

The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.

It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: look how smart they are - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

The young people sit near the fire, and the old people sit at a distance.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl stood.

She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

Where did you come from? What do you want here?

The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.

The old man laughed:

Is it snowdrops in January? Wow, what did you come up with!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl replies, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

The girl stands, listens, but doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.

They talked and talked and fell silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

What will you do if you don’t find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. - I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said this and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat on one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:

Brother January, give me your place for an hour!

The old man stroked his long beard and said:

I would have given in, but March would not be there before February.

“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood... She’s different for all the months. We need to help her.

Well, have it your way,” said January.

Do you know how many months there are in a year?

Twelve.

What are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.

The months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did this happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter spent whole days lying on the feather bed and eating gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either fetch water, or bring brushwood from the forest, or wash out the laundry on the river, or weed the beds in the garden.

She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.

People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door and looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what are snowdrops like in winter? They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just get lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts.

And her sister tells her:

Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you. Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.

The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It's completely dark here - you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. You could already smell warm smoke and hear the crackling of brushwood in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.

It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people sit around the fire, some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: look how smart they are - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

The young people sit near the fire, and the old people sit at a distance.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows and looked in the direction where the girl stood.

She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late.

The old man asks her loudly:

Where did you come from, what do you want here?

The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.

The old man laughed:

Is it snowdrops in January? What did you come up with!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl replies, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

The girl stands, listens, but doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.

They talked and talked and fell silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

What will you do if you don't find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. - I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said this and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat over one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:

Brother January, give me your place for an hour!

The old man stroked his long beard and said:

I would have given in, but March would not be there before February.

“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months have their own. We need to help her.

Well, have it your way,” said January.

He struck the ground with his ice staff and spoke:

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark!

You're full of crows

Freeze,

Human habitation

Cool down!

The old man fell silent, and the forest became quiet. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.

Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February.

He tapped his staff, shook his beard and boomed:

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can!

Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Hover above the ground.

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

White snake!

As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snow flakes began to swirl and white whirlwinds rushed across the ground.

And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:

Now it's your turn, brother Mart.

The younger brother took the staff and hit it on the ground.

The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.

Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:

Run away, streams,

Spread, puddles,

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed.

The girl even clasped her hands. Where did the high snowdrifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch!

Under her feet is soft spring soil. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The buds on the branches are inflated, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark skin.

The girl looks and can’t see enough.

Why are you standing? - Mart tells her. - Hurry, my brothers gave you and me only one hour.

The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are visible and invisible! Under bushes and under stones, on hummocks and under hummocks - everywhere you look. She collected a full basket, a full apron - and quickly went back to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.

And there is no longer a fire, no brothers... It’s light in the clearing, but not as before. The light did not come from the fire, but from the full moon that rose over the forest.

The girl regretted that she had no one to thank and went home. And a month swam after her.

Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and had just entered the house when the winter blizzard began to hum again outside the windows, and the moon hid in the clouds.

“Well,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you returned home yet?” Where are the snowdrops?

The girl didn’t answer, she just poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and put the basket next to it.

The stepmother and sister gasped:

Where did you get them?

The girl told them everything that happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and don’t believe. It’s hard to believe, but there’s a whole heap of fresh, blue snowdrops on the bench. They really smell like March!

The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:

Have months given you anything else?

Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.

What a fool! - says the sister. - For once, I met all twelve months, but didn’t ask for anything except snowdrops! Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask for. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, the third has white mushrooms, the fourth has fresh cucumbers!

Smart girl, daughter! - says the stepmother. - In winter, strawberries and pears have no price. We would sell this and make so much money! And this fool brought snowdrops! Dress up, daughter, get warm and go to the clearing. They won’t deceive you, even if there are twelve of them and you are alone.

Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself puts her hands in her sleeves and puts a scarf on her head.

Her mother shouts after her:

Put on your mittens and button up your fur coat!

And my daughter is already at the door. She ran into the forest!

He follows his sister's footsteps and is in a hurry. “Hurry up,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”

The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are getting higher and the windfall is like a wall.

“Oh,” the stepmother’s daughter thinks, “why did I go into the forest! I would be lying at home in a warm bed now, but now go and freeze! You’ll still be lost here!”

And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.

She went to the light. She walked and walked and came out into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire is burning, and twelve brothers, twelve months old, are sitting around the fire. They sit and talk quietly.

The stepmother's daughter approached the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter and began to warm herself.

The month brothers fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January hit the ground with his staff.

Who are you? - asks. -Where did it come from?

From home,” the stepmother’s daughter answers. - Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops. So I came in her footsteps.

We know your sister,” says January-month, “but we haven’t even seen you.” Why did you come to us?

For gifts. Let the month of June pour strawberries into my basket, and bigger ones. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is of apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. And October...

Wait,” says the month of January. - There will be no summer before spring, and no spring before winter. The month of June is still a long way off. I am now the owner of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.

Look, he's so angry! - says the stepmother’s daughter. - Yes, I didn’t come to you - you won’t get anything from you except snow and frost. I need the summer months.

The month of January frowned.

Look for summer in winter! - speaks.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from ground to sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the moon brothers had been sitting. The fire was no longer visible behind the snow, but you could only hear a fire whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.

The stepmother's daughter was scared.

Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough! Where is it?

The blizzard swirls around her, blinds her eyes, takes her breath away. She fell into a snowdrift and was covered with snow.

And the stepmother waited and waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was gone, and that’s all. She wrapped herself up warmly and went into the forest. How can you really find anyone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!

She walked and walked and searched and searched until she herself froze.

So they both remained in the forest to wait for summer.

But the stepdaughter lived in the world for a long time, grew up big, got married and raised children.

And they say she had a garden near her house - and such a wonderful one, the likes of which the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears were filled. In the heat it was cool there, in the snowstorm it was quiet.

This hostess has been staying with this hostess for twelve months at once! - people said.

Who knows - maybe it was so.

The fairy tale “12 months” was written by Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak in 1942. The author took the plot of the fairy tale from a Czech fairy tale and translated it into Russian. This is how the first version of the fairy tale that you read appeared.

A little later, the play “12 Months” was written, on the basis of which the cartoon was staged. The name of the fairy tale and the cartoon are the same, but how many differences are there? Invite your child to watch the cartoon, and then I counted 5 striking differences, and you?

So how many differences did you find? Who is bigger - you or your child?

Edited by S. Marshak

Do you know how many months there are in a year?

Twelve.

What are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.

The months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did this happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter lay on the feather bed all day long and ate gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: fetch water, bring brushwood from the forest, rinse the linen on the river, weed the beds in the garden.

She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.

People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

- You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what snowdrops in the middle of winter! They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just end up lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts. And her sister tells her:

“Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you!” Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.

The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It’s completely dark here—you can’t see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. There was already a smell of warm smoke, and you could hear brushwood crackling in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.

It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: they look so elegant - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl stood.

She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

- Where did you come from, what do you want here? The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

“I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.” The old man laughed:

- Is it snowdrops in January? What did you come up with!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl answers, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

The girl stands there, listening, but doesn’t understand the words—as if it weren’t people talking, but the trees making noise.

They talked and talked and fell silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

- What will you do if you don’t find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. — I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said this and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat on one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:

- Brother January, give me your place for an hour! The old man stroked his long beard and said:

“I would give in, but Mart wouldn’t be there before February.”

“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months have their own. We need to help her.

“Well, have it your way,” said January. He struck the ground with his ice staff and spoke:

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark!

You're full of crows

Freeze,

Human habitation

Cool down!

The old man fell silent, and the forest became quiet. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.

“Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February. He tapped his staff, shook his beard and boomed:

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can!

Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Hover above the ground.

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

White snake!

As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snow flakes began to swirl and white whirlwinds rushed across the ground. And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:

- Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. The younger brother took the staff and hit it on the ground. The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.

Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:

Run away, streams,

Spread, puddles,

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed.

The girl even clasped her hands. Where did the high snowdrifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch?

Under her feet is soft spring soil. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The buds on the branches have puffed up, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark skin.

The girl looks and can’t see enough.

- Why are you standing there? - Mart tells her. “Hurry up, my brothers gave you and me only one hour.”

The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are visible and invisible! Under bushes and under stones, on hummocks and under hummocks - everywhere you look. She collected a full basket, a full apron - and quickly went back to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.

And there is no longer a fire, no brothers: It’s light in the clearing, but not as before. The light did not come from the fire, but from the full moon that rose over the forest.

The girl regretted that she had no one to thank and ran home. And a month swam after her.

Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and as soon as she entered the house, the winter blizzard began to hum outside the windows again, and the moon hid in the clouds.

“Well,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you returned home yet?” Where are the snowdrops?

The girl didn’t answer, she just poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and put the basket next to it.

The stepmother and sister gasped:

- Where did you get them?

The girl told them everything that happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and don’t believe. It’s hard to believe, but there’s a whole heap of fresh, blue snowdrops on the bench. They really smell like March!

The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:

— Haven’t they given you anything else for months?

- Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.

- What a fool! - says the sister. “For once, I met all twelve months, but I didn’t ask for anything except snowdrops!” Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask for. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, a third has white mushrooms, a fourth has fresh cucumbers!

- Smart girl, daughter! - says the stepmother. - In winter, strawberries and pears have no price. We would sell it and how much money we would make. And this fool brought snowdrops! Dress up, daughter, get warm and go to the clearing. They won’t deceive you, even if there are twelve of them and you are alone.

- Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself puts her hands in her sleeves and puts a scarf on her head.

Her mother shouts after her:

- Put on your mittens, button up your fur coat!

And my daughter is already at the door. She ran into the forest!

She follows her sister's footsteps and is in a hurry. “Hurry up,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”

The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are getting higher and the windfall is like a wall.

“Oh,” thinks the stepmother’s daughter, “why did I go into the forest!” I would be lying at home in a warm bed right now, but now go and freeze! You’ll still be lost here!”

And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.

She went to the light. She walked and walked and came out into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire is burning, and twelve brothers, twelve months old, are sitting around the fire. They sit and talk quietly.

The stepmother's daughter approached the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter and began to warm herself.

The month brothers fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January hit the ground with his staff.

- Who are you? - asks. -Where did it come from?

“From home,” the stepmother’s daughter answers. “Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops.” So I came in her footsteps.

“We know your sister,” says January-month, “but we haven’t even seen you.” Why did you come to us?

- For gifts. Let the month of June pour strawberries into my basket, and bigger ones. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is of apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. A October:

“Wait,” says January-month. - There will be no summer before spring, and no spring before winter. The month of June is still a long way off. I am now the owner of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.

- Look, he's so angry! - says the stepmother's daughter. - Yes, I didn’t come to you - you won’t expect anything from you except snow and frost. I need the summer months.

The month of January frowned.

- Look for summer in winter! - speaks.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from ground to sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the moon brothers had been sitting. The fire was no longer visible behind the snow, but you could only hear a fire whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.

The stepmother's daughter was scared.

- Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough!

Where is it?

The blizzard swirls around her, blinds her eyes, takes her breath away. She fell into a snowdrift and was covered with snow.

And the stepmother waited and waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was gone, and that’s all. She wrapped herself up warmly and went into the forest. How can you really find anyone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!

She walked and walked and searched and searched until she herself froze.

So they both remained in the forest to wait for summer.

But the stepdaughter lived in the world for a long time, grew up big, got married and raised children.

And they say she had a garden near her house - and such a wonderful one, the likes of which the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears were filled. In the heat it was cool there, in the snowstorm it was quiet.

“They’ve been staying with this hostess for twelve months at once!” - people said.

Who knows - maybe it was so.

SCRIPT "12 MONTHS"

CHARACTERS:

Evil stepmother

Native daughter stepmothers

Stepdaughter

Princess

Professor

Snowflakes -6

12 months:

September

1. In the palace

2. At the stepmother's house

3. B winter forest

4. At the stepmother's house

5. In the palace

6. In the winter forest

START: Musical introduction – performance of the song SMALL COUNTRY

People tend to dream

Live by giving love and affection!

A wonderful fairy tale

We decided to show it.

Scene I in the palace.

(Princess, professor, minister)

palace chambers, lesson hall, table, armchair, inkwell

5 years have already passed since the king left this world, leaving the professor to take care of the princess. And the young princess fancies herself a queen, is capricious and careless. What can you do, I grew up without a mother from birth and got used to telling everyone around.

The professor comes on stage.

Princess (offstage):

Professor, where are you?

Professor:

I'm a child here! It's time to start our lesson. Let's get started, Your Majesty. Let's repeat the writing rules.

Princess:

Oh really, this is all so boring. Every time it’s the same: study, study...

Professor:

Your Majesty, you can be stubborn, but if you want to become a queen, then you need to study!

Princess:

Tired of studying, studying, studying... That's all you know. Now I’ll issue a decree and order everyone to be executed. (Stomps his foot)

Professor:

For mercy, Your Majesty, why such disfavor?!

Princess (capriciously):

Because I got angry again. You lecture me all the time, I'm tired of it. Okay, I’ll do one task, and tell me to bring lunch. Well, what do you have there?

Professor (dictates):

- “The grass is turning green, the sun is shining, the Swallow is flying towards us in the canopy with spring!”

Princess (capriciously):

This verse is so long, and it's not spring, but Christmas. I won’t write like that...

Professor:

But the poet wrote like this

Princess:

But I want to write “The grass is shining” or just “The grass is turning green”. And just try to object to me. I am a queen, not a child!

The princess begins to carefully write a line, and at the same time looks out the window.

Princess:

What a snowstorm outside the window, howling and sweeping. I want spring. That's right, let spring come!

Professor:

But, Your Majesty, this cannot be. Spring will come only when winter ends.

Princess:

Here you are again, contradicting me.

The princess calls the minister.

Princess (to the Minister):

Command winter, let it go, and let spring come. I want the snowdrifts to melt and the grass to turn green and grow. And let the birds sing.

Professor:

But, Your Majesty, what about the holidays? New Year, Christmas?

Princess:

Cancel holidays. Until the flowers are delivered to my chambers, there will be no New Year!

Professor:

But the first flowers will appear only in April...

Princess (surprised):

In April? And what kind of flowers?

Professor:

Snowdrops.

Princess:

How dare they, only in April...

Professor:

There are no snowdrops in the middle of winter - this is a law of nature. And at the end of December there will be no spring.

Princess:

What about today?

Professor:

End of December. And then, the beginning of January. Then February, March, and only then April.

Princess:

No, it won’t be January until they bring me snowdrops. And whoever brings these flowers, I will order them to be exchanged for gold coins.

Princess (addressing the Minister):

Minister! Immediately prepare the Decree: Flowers to the palace!

Scene II. At the stepmother's house.

(Stepmother, Daughter, Stepdaughter)

village hut.

Stepmother (to daughter):

Tired of sitting at home.

Daughter: So tired of the seat-

I just don’t have the strength to lie down!

Stepmother: Tired of sitting at home. I love visiting friends.

Chat, listen to new gossip.

Daughter:

As always, with open ears...

Well, I love to eat

And sleep.. (falls asleep)

Herald -

Royal Decree: A reward awaits whoever brings a snowdrop to the palace on New Year's Eve!

Stepmother (to daughter):

Did you hear? Where is our basket?!

They start looking.

Stepmother (about Stepdaughter):

Where does this lazy girl go? We will send her!

The Stepdaughter appears with a bundle of firewood.

Stepmother:

Where are you walking?! We've been waiting for you for an hour.

Daughter:

You're always walking somewhere, wandering...

Stepdaughter:

I went to get some brushwood.

Daughter and stepmother (in unison):

Now go into the forest for snowdrops!

Stepdaughter:

What about the snowdrops in the forest in winter?

Stepmother:

Are you arguing again? It was said, take the basket, go into the forest and don’t you dare come back without snowdrops!

Pushes his stepdaughter out the door.

Stepmother: My swallow, and you

Get ready, for the Queen

In the morning we will go with you:

Let's take her flowers

And we'll get a lot of money,

We won’t know that there will be any grief!

(takes Daughter backstage)

Daughter: We will get a lot of money! And we will not know grief! (Leave)

Scene III. Snowy forest.

(Stepdaughter, brothers-months)

Snowflake girls appear on stage

(to the music of the blizzard)

1 snowflake:

We are white snowflakes

We fly, we fly, we fly.

Paths and paths

We'll screw it all up.

2 snowflakes

Let's circle over the garden

On a cold winter day

And we'll sit quietly next to you

With people like us.

3 snowflake

We dance over the fields

We lead our own round dance,

Where, we don’t know ourselves,

The wind will carry us.

4 snowflakes:

On pine and birch

Fringe -

White yarn

Winter has confused them.

5 snowflake:

Light fluffy,

Snowflake white,

How clean

How brave!

6 snowflake:

It's snowing, it's snowing,

Dark night spinning!

We gathered in a circle,

They spun like a snowball.

DANCE OF SNOWFLAKES

Stepdaughter:

It's very scary in the forest at night

To die from the evil cold,

Oh, snowdrop flowers,

I won't see you in the spring.

Suddenly the Stepdaughter notices a fire among the trees.

Frost is celebrating

The gray blizzard is angry.

Who else for Christmas?

What if you can’t sit at home?

A picture opens: the moon brothers are sitting by a magic fire.

Month February:

Who is that wandering among the trees? Come out into the light.

Stepdaughter:

Hello. Can I warm up a little by your fire?

January:

Go to the fire and warm yourself. Come on, sit down.

November:

I see her here often.

Stepdaughter:

Usually behind dead wood

I go to the forest in winter

Pick snowdrops in the forest

Suddenly it was ordered...

By the queen herself!

And my stepmother

I didn't dare disobey

Make people laugh though

In truth, it’s not hunting.

And the Girl began to cry.

Month March:

Don't cry, we can help your troubles!

Stop it, our big brother,

Light January, blizzard swirling!

April:

Can you borrow the staff?

Half an hour, believe me, is enough for me.

Hit the ground with your staff!

January:

I don't mind - how's February?

February:

I don't mind, what do I need?

I will give way to spring!

The brothers pass the staff to each other and knock it on the ground. April is the last to take the staff.

April:

Go, quickly collect your snowdrops. We made spring for you for half an hour.

MUSIC The girl runs off to collect snowdrops and returns with a basket of flowers.

Stepdaughter (happily):

Thank you, dear brothers! You saved me from the wrath of my Stepmother!

June:

Good is always rewarded with good. Well, now go home safely. And here's what else...

Hands the ring to the Girl.

July: (referring to the month in the sky)

Month, you are our heavenly brother!

Show our guest off

And bring it home.

October:

Keep our ring!

September:

Do not tell anybody,

You, beauty about us!

Stepdaughter:

I will not say!

August (they see her off, wave after her)

Well, good morning!

Scene IV. In the Stepmother's house

Daughter:

Someone is knocking on the door. Maybe a beast? Or is there a snowstorm?

The Stepdaughter comes through the door and places the basket in front of the Stepmother and her Daughter.

Stepdaughter (tiredly): Well, I went behind the stove to bask in warm place! (goes to the central stage)

Daughter: Let's quickly run to the palace!

Stepmother: Oh, I'm mortally glad!

Daughter: I'll ask for a big casket

With a huge reward! (Run away to the right)

They quickly get dressed and leave.

Scene V. In the palace.

(Professor, Minister, Princess)

throne room, decorated Christmas tree, princess sitting on the throne.

Minister:

Happy New Year to you, Your Majesty!

Princess:

Don't you understand at all? I said that without flowers the New Year will not come!

Professor (nervously):

Your Majesty - this is a joke?

Princess:

I'm not in the mood for jokes. So where are the flowers? Bring them to me urgently!

Professor:

But, Your Majesty, on Christmas Eve there are only snowstorms in the forest!

Princess (irritated):

You dare to contradict me again?!

Suddenly a noise is heard behind the stage. The minister leaves to find out what it is.

The Minister, Stepmother and Daughter appear.

Professor (seeing the flowers):

I'm probably going crazy. There are flowers!!! Spring - winter? Oh my God!!!

Princess (joyfully):

Professor, what did I tell you? Give flowers here! Where did you get them?

Stepmother (stammering):

My daughter and I were lost and lost among the snowdrifts in the forest all night and suddenly we found flowers.

Princess (surprised):

Stepmother (pushing her daughter with her elbow):

Carry on!

Daughter:

Well, we walk through the thicket and see a bird sitting and calling for spring...

Princess:

Who is he calling?

Daughter (pushing Stepmother in the side):

Continue!

Stepmother:

Well, spring is calling, well... the sun is there,... blooming! And the flowers bloomed from her singing...

Minister (incredulously):

Can't be!

Stepmother:

Well, we quickly lied to the whole basket!

Daughter (pushes Stepmother in the side):

They didn’t lie, they lied!

Stepmother:

What am I saying, they picked it and went straight to the palace.

Daughter:

To get gold for them. Here.

Princess (important and majestic):

Minister, reward them. Fill the basket with gold.

Princess (addressing stepmother and daughter):

Take us immediately to where you found the flowers! Otherwise I will order you to be executed!

Stepmother and Daughter fall to their knees in fear.

Stepmother:

Your Majesty, have mercy. Save, have mercy! It was not we who found the flowers, but our lazy girl.

Daughter:

Yes, yes, that's all my sister. You ask her.

Princess:

Bring your sister here! No, we’d better pick her up on the road. Carriage for me. Immediately!

Scene VI. In the winter forest.

(Princess, Professor, Minister, Stepmother and Daughter, Stepdaughter, 12 month-old brothers)

On stage are the Princess, Stepmother and Daughter. The stepmother silently points to the stepdaughter.

At this time, the stepdaughter is examining the ring and admiring it.

The Princess sneaks up on the Stepdaughter.

Princess:

Come on, show me your ring and show me where snowdrops grow in winter!

Stepdaughter (scared):

Princess (impatiently):

I am the Queen! Well, tell me quickly.

Stepdaughter:

But there are no more flowers there.

Princess (impatiently):

Where did you get them?

Stepdaughter:

I can not tell. It's a secret!

Princess (angry):

What?! Secrets from me!!! Execute!!! Oh yes... give me the ring!

He pulls out the ring, it falls and rolls.

Stepdaughter:

Oh, dear brothers, come to my aid.

Brothers-months take the stage

January:

Did you call us? We came.

Stepmother:

And who is this?

Princess (January):

Who are you!

Stepmother (loudly, guessed):

He must be the Snowman!

Daughter (sarcastically at Stepmother):

And then you are the Snow Woman!

Stepmother:

How dare you my own mother call him a snow woman?

Daughter:

And you are just like a snow woman. As cold and angry as a dog.

Stepmother and Daughter begin to quarrel and call each other names.

They fought like dogs. On business and reward!

March:

Look, they turned into two dogs.

Princess (scared):

Even though I am the Queen, I am afraid. I did not want to offend you.

Princess (points to the minister):

It's all him. He wrote decrees.

Minister:

Well, I found the extreme one again.

January (Princess):

You better ask for forgiveness from all those you offended.

Princess (addressing the minister, professor):

Forgive me for being proud, stubborn, capricious, and not polite. I promise I'll get better.

Princess (addressing Stepdaughter):- And forgive me for everything. You and I are both orphans.

Stepdaughter (listens): oh, listen, the clock is striking, let's leave all the grievances of last year!

Through the dense forest,

Blizzard field

Winter holiday coming towards us.

So let's say it together:

TOGETHER“Hello, hello, New Year!”

PERFORMANCE OF A SONG ABOUT A SNOWFLAKE