Fairy tale: Georgy Skrebitsky Fairy tale for children. Read
Somehow four magic painters came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; agreed and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as a judge: “It lives high in the sky, has seen a lot of wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”
The sun agreed to be the judge. The painters got to work. The first volunteered to paint a picture of Zimushka-Winter.
"Only Sunshine must not look at my work," she decided. "Must not see it until I'm done."
Winter stretched gray clouds across the sky and well, let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! In one day, everything was painted around.
Fields and hillocks turned white. thin ice the river was covered, subsided, fell asleep, as in a fairy tale.
Winter walks in the mountains, in the valleys, walks in large soft felt boots, steps quietly, inaudibly. And she looks around - here and there her magic picture fix.
Here is a hillock in the middle of the field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew it away white cap. Need to wear it again. And over there, between the bushes, a gray hare is sneaking. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory beast or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“Get dressed, oblique, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed soon in the snow.”
And Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She in deep hole lives underground from enemies hiding. She just needs to be prettier and warmer to dress up.
A wonderful fur coat was in store for her by Winter, just marvelous: all bright red, like a fire burns! The fox will lead with a fluffy tail, as if sparks will scatter on the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so that the Sun will admire it!”
She dressed the pines and ate in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white caps on them to the very eyebrows; I put on downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below, under them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. They, like children, Winter also dressed in white fur coats.
And on the mountain ash that grows at the very edge, she threw a white veil. It worked out so well! At the ends of the branches near the mountain ash, clusters of berries hang, as if red earrings are visible from under a white coverlet.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of various footprints and footprints. There is also a hare footprint: in front there are two large paw prints, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and fox - as if bred by a thread: paw to paw, so it stretches like a chain; And Gray wolf ran through the forest, also left his prints. But there is no bear trail to be seen anywhere, and no wonder: Zimushka-Zima arranged for Toptygin a cozy lair in the thicket of the forest, covered the bear with a thick snow blanket from above: sleep on your health! And he is glad to try - he does not get out of the lair. Therefore, there is no bear trail in the forest.
But not only traces of animals are visible in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are forest chickens - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the surviving berries.
Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley grouse and black grouse. On white snow, how beautiful they all are!
The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Now a gray squirrel will jump from knot to knot, then a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from pine cone. He will put her in a crevice and beat her with her beak!
lives winter forest. Snow-covered fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress, Winter, lives on. You can show it to the Sun.
The sun parted a gray cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys ... And under his gentle gaze, everything around becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, in the bushes, in the trees. And a breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and in the air, too, sparkled, multi-colored lights danced.
The picture turned out great! Perhaps you can't draw better.
The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires the month, the other - he cannot take his eyes off her.
The snow sparkles brighter and brighter, everything is happier and merrier all around. Winter itself is not able to withstand so much heat and light. It's time to give way to another artist.
“Well, let's see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Zima grumbles. “And it's time for me to rest.”
Another artist, Vesna-Krasna, started work. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture would she draw?
Here stands the forest in front of her - gloomy, dull.
“Let me decorate it in my own way, in spring! »
She took thin, delicate brushes. She touched the birch branches a little with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on aspens and poplars.
Day after day, Spring paints her picture more and more elegantly.
On a wide forest glade, with blue paint, she brought out a large spring puddle. And around her, like blue splashes, she scattered the first flowers of a snowdrop, lungwort.
Still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; Spring covered their branches with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if in snow, there are wild apple trees and pears.
The grass is already green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, like golden balls, marigold flowers bloomed.
Everything is alive around. Feeling the heat, insects and spiders crawl out of different lye. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.
And how many birds are in the forest and in the fields! And for each of them Spring-Krasna came up with an important task. Together with the birds Spring builds cozy nests.
Here, on a birch knot, near the trunk, is a chaffinch's nest. It's like a growth on a tree - you won't notice it right away. And to make it even more inconspicuous, a white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!
Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork in the branches.
And the long-nosed handsome kingfisher made his bird house on the steep bank of the river: he dug a mink with his beak, and made a nest in it; only lined it inside not with fluff, but with fish bones and scales. No wonder the kingfisher is considered the most skilled fisherman.
But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. Weaved it with their beaks by winged needlewomen - birds, nicknamed remezy. Only thumb birds were not tied at the mitten; instead of it, a hole was left - this is the entrance to the nest.
And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!
Day after day goes by. Has become unrecognizable living picture forests and fields.
And what is it swarming in the green grass? Bunnies. They are only two days old, but what good fellows they are already: they glance in all directions, move their mustaches; waiting for their mother hare to feed them with milk.
With these kids, Spring-Krasna decided to finish her picture. Let the Sun look at her and rejoice at how everything around comes to life; let him judge: is it possible to paint a picture even more fun, even more elegant?
The sun peeked out from behind a blue cloud, looked out and admired. No matter how much it wandered across the sky, how much marvelous things it never saw, but it had never seen such beauty before. It looks at the picture of Spring, it cannot take its eyes off. Looks a month, another ...
The flowers of bird cherry, apple and pear trees had already faded and were showered with white snow for a long time; grass has long been growing green in place of a transparent spring puddle; in the nests of birds hatched and covered with feathers chicks; tiny hares have already become young nimble hares ...
Even Spring herself cannot recognize her picture. Something new, unfamiliar appeared in her. So, the time has come to give way to another artist-painter.
“I’ll see if this artist paints a picture more joyful, more cheerful than mine,” says Vesna. “And then I’ll fly to the north, they won’t wait for me there.”
Hot Summer has started. He thinks, wonders what kind of picture he should draw, and decided: “I’ll take simpler paints, but more juicy.” And so it did.
Summer painted the whole forest with juicy greenery; green paint covered meadows and mountains. Only for rivers and lakes took transparent, bright blue.
“Let,” Summer thinks, “everything in my picture will be ripe, ripe.” It looked into the old orchard, hung ruddy apples and pears on the trees, and tried so hard that even the branches could not stand it - they leaned to the very ground.
In the forest, under the trees, under the bushes, Summer planted many, many different mushrooms. Each fungus has chosen its place.
“Let in the light birch forest,” Summer decided, “boletus with gray roots in brown caps grow, and in the aspen forest, boletus.” Summer dressed them up in orange and yellow hats.
A lot of different mushrooms appeared in the shady forest: russula, volnushki, boletus ... And in the glades, as if flowers had blossomed, fly agarics opened their bright red umbrellas.
Birches and maples were covered by Autumn with lemon yellowness. And the leaves of the aspens were blushed like ripe apples. The aspen tree became all bright red, all burning like a fire.
Autumn wandered into a forest clearing. A hundred-year-old oak-hero stands in the middle of it, stands, shakes its dense foliage.
"The mighty hero needs to be dressed in forged copper armor." So I dressed up the old man.
He looks, and not far away, at the edge of the clearing, thick, spreading lindens gathered in a circle, their branches lowered down. “They are best suited for a heavy headdress of golden brocade.”
All the trees and even the bushes were decorated by Autumn in their own way, in autumn: some in a yellow outfit, some in bright red ... Only pines and spruce did not know how to decorate. After all, they don’t have leaves on the branches, but needles, you can’t paint them. Let them stay as they were in the summer.
So the pines remained and ate dark green in summer. And because of this, the forest in its motley autumn attire became even brighter, even more elegant.
Autumn went from the forest to the fields, to the meadows. She removed the golden bread from the fields, brought it to the threshing floor, and in the meadows she swept fragrant haystacks into high haystacks, like towers.
The fields and meadows were empty, they became even wider, more spacious. And shoals stretched over them in the autumn sky migratory birds: cranes, geese, ducks ... And there, you look, high, high, under the very clouds, large snow-white birds - swans fly; fly, flap their wings like handkerchiefs, send farewell greetings to their native places.
Birds fly to warm countries. And the animals in their own way, in an animal way, prepare for the cold.
Autumn drives the prickly hedgehog to sleep under a pile of boughs, the badger - into a deep hole, the bear makes a bed of fallen leaves. But the squirrel is taught to dry mushrooms on branches, to collect ripe nuts in a hollow. Even the elegant gray-winged bird, the jay, was forced by the naughty Autumn to pick up a mouth full of acorns and hide them in a clearing in soft green moss.
In autumn, every bird, every animal is busy, preparing for the winter, there is no time for them to waste time.
In a hurry, in a hurry Autumn, more and more new colors she finds for her picture. gray clouds covers the sky. Cold rain washes away the motley dressing of foliage. And on thin telegraph wires along the road, like black beads on a thread, she plants a string of the last flying swallows.
The picture turned out to be unhappy. But there is also something good in it.
Autumn is satisfied with her work, you can show it to the Red Sun.
The Sun peeped out from behind a bluish cloud, and under his gentle gaze, the gloomy picture of Autumn immediately cheered up, smiled.
Like gold coins, shone on bare branches last leaves birches. The river, bordered by yellow reeds, became even bluer, the distance beyond the river became even more transparent and wider, the expanses of the native land became even more endless.
Looks Red Sun, can't take his eyes off. The picture turned out wonderful, only it seems as if something in it is not finished, as if the fields and forests, hushed, washed by the autumn rain, are waiting for something. They can't wait for the bare branches of bushes and trees when he comes new artist and dress them in a white fluffy dress.
And this artist is not far away. It's already the turn of Zimushka-Zima new picture write.
So four magic painters work in turn: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. And each of them is good in their own way. No way the Sun will decide whose picture is better. Who decorated the fields, forests and meadows more elegantly? What is more beautiful: white sparkling snow or a motley carpet of spring flowers, juicy greenery of Summer or yellow, golden colors of Autumn?
Or maybe everything is good in its own way? If so, then wizard painters have nothing to argue about; let each of them draw a picture for himself in his turn. And we look at their work and admire.
Tatiana Turusova
Synopsis of GCD based on the fairy tale by G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter" using technology productive reading
Fairy tale by G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter"
Target. Acquaintance with the work of G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter". Develop in children the ability to perceive literary text comprehend the events of the story.
Tasks:
Learn to listen carefully to the literary text, to understand the meaning of the tale.
Teach children to select and use figurative expressions in speech.
Enrich children's knowledge about winter and winter phenomena.
To develop the ability to assume, predict the content of the text before reading through illustrations, music.
Develop pantomime skills, teach children to create expressive images through facial expressions and gestures.
To form a coherent speech of children.
To educate a competent reader, reflecting on the author's intention; reader drawing their own conclusions.
Equipment: photo illustrations depicting winter scenery; audio recording of P. I. Tchaikovsky’s cycle “The Seasons. Winter"; hats-masks, a magic wand, multi-colored sultans.
Used methods and techniques:
verbal: speech explanation, questions for children, intonation, logical stress, pauses.
practical: drama game.
visual: showing photo illustrations, facial expressions, gestures, the use of TCO. A method of revitalizing children's emotions with the help of music.
Dictionary: sorceress, jammed, more beautiful.
Lesson progress
Working with text before reading (anticipation)
Children sit in a semicircle on chairs. The music of P. I. Tchaikovsky “Seasons. Winter"
Educator: Our children today unusual occupation. I invite you, without leaving the group, to take a walk in the beautiful, Magic world nature.
Listen to this amazing music. It was composed by the great Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. This music is from the cycle "Seasons". What season is the music dedicated to? What is the nature of the music? What do you imagine when you listen to it? And now let's look at photo illustrations depicting winter landscapes.
All pictures are different, but they are all about winter. Winter, guys, can be depicted not only in a picture, but also in words. Today, guys, I suggest you listen to the tale of Georgy Alekseevich Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter".
Part 2
Commented reading
Four artists. Winter
Fields and hillocks turned white. The river was covered with thin ice, fell silent, fell asleep, as in a fairy tale. (And why did it happen)
Winter walks in the mountains, in the valleys, walks in large soft felt boots, steps quietly, inaudibly. And she herself glances around - here and there she will correct her magical picture. (What is she doing)
Here is a hillock in the middle of the field, from which the prankster took the wind and blew off his white hat. Need to wear it again. And over there, between the bushes, a gray hare is sneaking. It's bad for him, gray: (And why is a gray bunny bad in winter) on white snow, a predatory beast or bird will immediately notice it, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“I’ll dress the oblique one in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t notice him in the snow soon.”
And Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding from enemies underground. She just needs to be prettier and warmer to dress up.
A wonderful coat was in store for her by Winter, just a miracle: (What color is the fox's fur coat in winter) all bright red, like a fire burns! The fox will lead with a fluffy tail, as if sparks will scatter on the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so that the Sun will admire it!” (How winter can decorate a forest)
She dressed the pines and ate in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white caps on them to the very eyebrows; I put on downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below, under them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. They, like children, Winter also dressed in white fur coats.
And on the mountain ash that grows at the very edge, she threw a white veil. It worked out so well! At the ends of the branches near the mountain ash, clusters of berries hang, as if red earrings are visible from under a white coverlet.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of various footprints and footprints. (Whose footprints can be seen in the winter in the forest) There is also a hare footprint: in front there are two large paw prints, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and fox - as if bred by a thread: paw to paw, so it stretches like a chain; and a gray wolf ran through the forest, also left his prints. But the bear trail is nowhere to be seen (Why is there no bear trail) , and no wonder: Zimushka-Zima arranged a cozy lair for Toptygin in the thicket of the forest, covered it with a thick snow blanket from above: sleep to your health! And he is glad to try - he does not get out of the lair. Therefore, there is no bear trail in the forest.
The winter forest lives. Snow-covered fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress of Winter lives. You can show it to the Sun.
The sun parted a gray cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys. And under his gentle gaze, everything around becomes even more beautiful. (What happens when the sun starts to shine in winter)
The snow flared up. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, in the bushes, in the trees. And a breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and in the air, too, sparkled, multi-colored lights danced.
The picture turned out great! Perhaps you can't draw better.
Fizminutka"We worked hard - let's have a rest"
We worked hard - let's have a rest, (Walking on the spot.)
Let's get up, take a deep breath. (Sipping.)
Hands to the sides, forward, (Turns of the body.)
Left, right turn. (Tilts left and right.)
Three bends, stand up straight. (Squats.)
Raise your hands up and down. (Jumping.)
Hands smoothly lowered, (Walking in place.)
Everyone was given smiles.
Part 3
Discussion of what has been read.
Conversation with children about the content of the reading.
Do you think the work you read is a fairy tale or a story?
How did Winter take care of the animals?
Snow in winter is different. Do you agree with this? Think of what snow is like on a clear, frosty day.
What does snow look like when it thaws?
Why do you think the snow under the sun's rays turned from snow-white into multi-colored?
Try to tell what winter nature you like the most.
Part 4
Text playback.
Sketches for the expression of emotions and movements.
The teacher asks the children to draw actors fairy tales in its various episodes. Let's pretend that with magic wand we can get into this fairy tale.
Imagine Winter, which steps quietly, inaudibly. And she looks around.
Show how the gray hare sneaks between the bushes.
Show Lisa Patrikeevna in a new fur coat.
Remember how Winter dressed the pines and spruces. How did the author name the trees in the fairy tale? Show how forest heroes stand. And how can you depict bushes and young trees?
What pattern did Winter paint on the snow? Let's follow the fox trail.
How can you show that the snow flared up, lit up, sparkled?
Outcome
What is this tale about? (about winter)
Who wrote it? (G. Skrebitsky)
That's why Georgy Alekseevich Skrebitsky wrote this beautiful fairy tale in which he draws pictures of nature, teaches to observe nature, to see and understand its beauty.
1. Skorolupova O. A. Classes with older children preschool age on the topic "Winter" - M .: TC Sphere, 2003.
2. Chindilova, O. V. Reading fiction preschoolers: approaches to understanding and forms of implementation. - preschool education. - 2011. - No. 1. - S. 59 - 61.
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Somehow four magic painters came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; agreed, and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as a judge: “It lives high in the sky, has seen a lot of wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”
The sun agreed to be the judge. The painters got to work. The first volunteered to paint a picture of Zimushka-Winter.
“Only Sunshine should not look at my work,” she decided. "I shouldn't see her until I'm done."
Winter stretched gray clouds across the sky and well, let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! In one day, everything was painted around.
Fields and hillocks turned white. The river was covered with thin ice, fell silent, fell asleep, as in a fairy tale.
Winter walks in the mountains, in the valleys, walks in large soft felt boots, steps quietly, inaudibly. And she herself glances around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.
Here is a hillock in the middle of the field, from which the prankster took the wind and blew off his white hat. You need to put it on again ... But a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory beast or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“Get dressed, oblique, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed soon in the snow.”
And Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding from enemies underground. It only needs to be prettier and warmer.
A wonderful fur coat was in store for her by Winter, just marvelous: all bright red, like a fire burns! The fox will lead with a fluffy tail, as if sparks will scatter on the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so that the Sun will admire it!”
She dressed the pines and ate in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white caps on them to the very eyebrows; I put on downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below, under them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. They, like children, Winter also dressed in white fur coats.
And on the mountain ash that grows at the very edge, she threw a white veil. It worked out so well! At the ends of the branches near the mountain ash, clusters of berries hang, as if red earrings are visible from under a white coverlet.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of various footprints and footprints. There is also a hare footprint: in front there are two large paw prints, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and fox - as if bred by a thread: paw to paw, so it stretches like a chain; and a gray wolf ran through the forest, also left his prints. But there is no bear trail to be seen anywhere, and no wonder: Zimushka-Zima arranged for Toptygin a cozy lair in the thicket of the forest, covered the bear with a thick snow blanket from above: sleep on your health! And he is glad to try - he does not get out of the lair. Therefore, there is no bear trail in the forest.
But not only traces of animals are visible in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are forest chickens - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the surviving berries.
Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley grouse and black grouse. On white snow, how beautiful they all are!
The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from knot to knot, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from a pine cone. He will put her in a crevice and beat her with her beak!
The winter forest lives. Snow-covered fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winters lives. You can show it to the Sun.
The sun parted a gray cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys ... And under his gentle gaze, everything around becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, in the bushes, in the trees. And a breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and in the air, too, sparkled, multi-colored lights danced.
The picture turned out great! Perhaps you can't draw better.
The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires the month, the other - he cannot take his eyes off her.
The snow sparkles brighter and brighter, everything is happier and merrier all around. Winter itself is not able to withstand so much heat and light. It's time to give way to another artist.
“Well, let's see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Zima grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”
Another artist, Vesna-Krasna, started to work. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture would she draw?
Here is a forest in front of her - gloomy, dull.
“Let me decorate it in my own way, in spring!”
She took thin, delicate brushes. She touched the birch branches a little with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on aspens and poplars.
Day after day, Spring paints her picture more and more elegantly.
On a wide forest glade, with blue paint, she brought out a large spring puddle. And around her, like blue splashes, she scattered the first flowers of a snowdrop, lungwort.
Still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; Spring covered their branches with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if in snow, there are wild apple trees and pears.
The grass is already green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, like golden balls, marigold flowers bloomed.
Everything is alive around. Feeling the heat, insects and spiders crawl out of different lye. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.
And how many birds are in the forest and in the fields! And for each of them Spring-Krasna came up with an important task. Together with the birds Spring builds cozy nests.
Here on a birch knot, near the trunk - a finch's nest. It's like a growth on a tree - you won't notice it right away. And to make it even more inconspicuous, a white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!
Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork in the branches.
And the long-nosed handsome kingfisher made his bird house on the steep bank of the river: he dug a mink with his beak, and made a nest in it; only lined it inside not with fluff, but with fish bones and scales. No wonder the kingfisher is considered the most skilled fisherman.
But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. Weaved it with their beaks by winged needlewomen - remeza birds. Only the thumb at the mitten of the bird was not finished; instead, they left a hole - this is the entrance to the nest.
And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!
Day after day goes by. The living picture of forests and fields became unrecognizable.
And what is it swarming in the green grass? Bunnies. They are only two days old, but what good fellows they are already: they look in all directions, move their mustaches; waiting for their mother hare to feed them with milk.
With these kids, Spring-Krasna decided to finish her picture. Let the Sun look at her and rejoice at how everything around comes to life; let him judge: is it possible to paint a picture even more fun, even more elegant?
The sun peeked out from behind a blue cloud, looked out and admired. No matter how much it wandered across the sky, no matter how marvelous it saw, but it had never seen such beauty. It looks at the picture of Spring, it cannot take its eyes off. Looks a month, another ...
The flowers of bird cherry, apple and pear trees had already faded and were showered with white snow for a long time; grass has long been growing green in place of a transparent spring puddle; in the nests of birds hatched and covered with feathers chicks; tiny hares have already become young nimble hares ...
Even Spring herself cannot recognize her picture. Something new, unfamiliar appeared in her. So, the time has come to give way to another artist-painter.
“I'll see if this artist paints a picture more joyful, more fun than mine,” says Vesna. “And then I’ll fly to the north, they won’t wait for me there.”
Hot Summer has started. He thinks, wonders what kind of picture he should draw, and decided: “I’ll take simpler paints, but more juicy.” And so it did.
Summer painted the whole forest with juicy greenery; meadows and mountains were covered with green paint. Only for rivers and lakes took transparent, bright blue.
“Let,” Summer thinks, “everything in my picture will be ripe, ripe.” It looked into the old orchard, hung ruddy apples and pears on the trees, and tried so hard that even the branches could not stand it - they leaned to the very ground.
In the forest, under the trees, under the bushes, Summer planted many, many different mushrooms. Each fungus has chosen its place.
“Let in the light birch forest,” Leto decided, “boletus with gray roots, in brown caps, and in the aspen forest grow boletus.” Summer dressed them up in orange and yellow hats.
A lot of different mushrooms appeared in the shady forest: russula, volnushka, boletus ... And in the glades, as if flowers had blossomed, fly agarics opened their bright red umbrellas.
But most best mushroom turned out to be a boletus mushroom. He grew up in pine forest, got out of the wet green moss, got up a little, shook off the withered yellow needles, and suddenly became such a handsome man - to the envy of all the mushrooms, surprisingly.
Around him are green lingonberry bushes, blueberries grow, all of them are covered with berries. Cowberries have red berries, while blueberries have dark blue, almost black berries.
Boletus mushroom surrounded the bushes. And he stands among them such a stocky, strong, real forest hero.
Hot Summer looks at his picture, looks and thinks: “There are few berries in my forest. We need to add." It took the entire slope of the forest ravine and decorated it with thick raspberry bushes.
The bushes are merrily green. And how good the berries are on them - large, sweet, so they ask in their mouths! A she-bear with cubs climbed into the raspberry forest, no way delicious berries they cannot break away.
Good in the forest! Looks like he wouldn't have left.
But the artist Hot Summer is in a hurry, he needs to go everywhere.
Summer peeped into the field; covered the ears of wheat and rye with heavy gilding. The fields of grain became yellow, golden; so they bend in the wind like a ripe ear.
And on the lush meadows, Summer started a merry haymaking: wild flowers lay down in fragrant haystacks, hid their multi-colored heads in a green heap of grass and dozed off there.
Green bales of hay in the meadows; golden fields of bread; ruddy apples, pears in the garden... A good picture of Hot Summer! You can show it to the Red Sun.
The sun peeked out from behind a bluish cloud, looks, admires. Bright, joyful all around. And would not take his eyes off the lush greenery dark forest, from golden fields, from the blue surface of rivers and lakes. Admire the Sun for a month, another. Well drawn!
Only here is the trouble: day by day the foliage on the bushes and trees fades, withers, and the whole picture of the Hot Summer becomes not so juicy. Apparently, it's time to give way to another artist. How will he cope with his work? It will not be easy for him to paint a picture better than those that have already shown the Sun Zimushka-Winter, Spring-Red and Hot Summer.
But Autumn does not think to lose heart.
For her work, she took the most bright colors and first of all went with them into the forest. There she took up her painting.
Birches and maples were covered by Autumn with lemon yellowness. And the leaves of the aspens were blushed like ripe apples. The aspen tree became all bright red, all burning like a fire.
Autumn wandered into a forest clearing. A hundred-year-old oak-hero stands in the middle of it, stands, shakes its dense foliage.
"The mighty hero needs to be dressed in forged copper armor." So I dressed up the old man.
He looks, and not far away, at the edge of the clearing, thick, spreading lindens gathered in a circle, their branches lowered down. “They are best suited for a heavy headdress of golden brocade.”
All the trees and even the bushes were decorated by Autumn in their own way, in autumn: some in a yellow outfit, some in bright red ... Only pines and ate, she did not know how to decorate. After all, they don’t have leaves on the branches, but needles, you can’t paint them. Let them stay as they were in the summer.
So there were pines and ate in summer, dark green. And because of this, the forest in its motley autumn attire became even brighter, even more elegant.
Autumn went from the forest to the fields, to the meadows. She removed the golden bread from the fields, brought it to the threshing floor, and in the meadows she swept fragrant haystacks into high haystacks, like towers.
The fields and meadows were empty, they became even wider, more spacious. And shoals of migratory birds stretched over them in the autumn sky: cranes, geese, ducks ... And there, you see, high, high, under the very clouds, large snow-white birds - swans fly; fly, flap their wings like handkerchiefs, send farewell greetings to their native places.
Birds fly to warm countries. And the animals in their own way, in an animal way, prepare for the cold.
Autumn drives the prickly hedgehog to sleep under a pile of boughs, the badger - into a deep hole, the bear makes a bed of fallen leaves. But the squirrel is taught to dry mushrooms on branches, to collect ripe nuts in a hollow. Even an elegant gray-winged bird - a jay was forced by the naughty Autumn to pick up a mouth full of acorns and hide them in a clearing in soft green moss.
In autumn, every bird, every animal is busy, preparing for the winter, there is no time for them to waste time.
In a hurry, in a hurry Autumn, more and more new colors she finds for her picture. Gray clouds cover the sky. Cold rain washes away the motley dressing of foliage. And on thin telegraph wires along the road, like black beads on a thread, she plants a string of the last flying swallows.
The picture turned out to be unhappy. But there is also something good in it.
Autumn is satisfied with her work, you can show it to the Red Sun.
The Sun peeped out from behind a bluish cloud, and under his gentle gaze, the gloomy picture of Autumn immediately cheered up, smiled.
Like golden coins, the last birch leaves shone on the bare branches. The river, bordered by yellow reeds, became even bluer, the distance beyond the river became even more transparent and wider, the expanses of the native land became even more endless.
Looks Red Sun, can't take his eyes off. The picture turned out wonderful, only it seems as if something in it is not finished, as if the fields and forests, hushed, washed by the autumn rain, are waiting for something. They can't wait for the bare branches of bushes and trees when a new artist comes and dresses them in a white fluffy dress.
And this artist is not far away. It is already the turn of Zimushka-Zima to paint a new picture.
So four magic painters work in turn: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. And each of them is good in their own way. No way the Sun will decide whose picture is better. Who decorated the fields, forests and meadows more elegantly? What is more beautiful: white sparkling snow or a motley carpet of spring flowers, juicy greenery of Summer or yellow, golden colors of Autumn?
Or maybe everything is good in its own way? If so, then wizard painters have nothing to argue about; let each of them draw a picture for himself in his turn. And we look at their work and admire.
Georgy Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter"
Fields and hillocks turned white. The river was covered with thin ice, fell silent, fell asleep, as in a fairy tale.
Winter walks in the mountains, in the valleys, walks in large, soft felt boots, steps quietly, inaudibly. And she herself glances around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.
Here is a hillock in the middle of the field. The prankster wind took it and blew off his white hat. Need to wear it again. And over there, between the bushes, a gray hare is sneaking. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory beast or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.
“I’ll dress the oblique one in a white fur coat,” Zima decided, “then you won’t notice him in the snow soon.”
And Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding from enemies underground. She just needs to be prettier and warmer to dress up.
A wonderful fur coat was in store for her by Winter, just a miracle: all bright red, like a fire burns! The fox will lead to the side with a fluffy tail, as if sparks will scatter on the snow.
Winter looked into the forest: “I’ll decorate it: the sun will look and admire it.”
She dressed the pines and ate in heavy snow coats: she pulled snow caps down to the very eyebrows; I put on downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below them, like children, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them in white fur coats.
And on the mountain ash that grows at the very edge, she threw a white veil. It worked out so well. Clusters of berries hang at the ends of the branches, as if red earrings are visible from under a white coverlet.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. There is also a hare footprint: in front there are two large paw prints, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and fox - as if bred by a thread: paw to paw, so it stretches like a chain ...
The winter forest lives. Snow-covered fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the sorceress of Winter lives on. You can show it to the Sun.
The sun parted a gray cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys. And under her gaze, everything around becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, in the bushes, in the trees. And a breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and in the air, too, sparkled, multi-colored lights danced.
The picture turned out great! Perhaps you can't draw better.
Autumn the artist chose for herself very unusual and light colors going with them to nature. She began to paint her work. Autumn rewarded the trees with bright red foliage, the entire aspen forest became even brighter and more beautiful. I was able to change even oak and bushes.
Only pines and firs caused a stupor - autumn did not choose an outfit for them. They have needles, not foliage. Decided to leave them green. It even turned out better, the forest became completely different.
After the forest, autumn followed to the meadows and fields. She changed the whole crop, left the fields and meadows empty, but beautiful. And the birds flew away from their homeland: swans, ducks and geese. And the animals began to prepare for the harsh winter, harvest, build houses. Proteins, for example, dry berries, store fresh mushrooms. Then autumn took over the sky, turned it from bright and sunny to gray and dull, added rain and cloudy weather. Swallows sit on the wires in groups. In the end, the picture was not cheerful, but special and unique.
This work tells about how autumn differs from other seasons. The story shows the life of many animals in autumn time how the weather changes and the whole the world which birds leave motherland and which remain.
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