Composition “The first snow (artistic description). Description of winter What kind of sky in winter description
Winter comes right away. The description of winter in the folk calendar begins with Plato and Roman on December 1st. Protracted colds come gradually, alternating with jumps of thaws with sudden frosts. December is a snowy month, snow will cover the roads, the slopes of the banks of a frozen river, give the winter forest a snowy shy look. Nature is quiet and calm in winter, sleeps comfortably, wrapped in snowdrifts of a white blanket, by December 4 - Introduction fetters rivers in Rus' tenacious ice. The rivers freeze, now the ice will last all winter until the warmest spring days.
real and Cold winter starts from the third week of December and will last until mid-February. winter nature in December it is completely immersed in sleep, the sun spends less time in the sky and rises low above the horizon. At times, a few December days, especially closer to the new year, can become quite frosty. The sky on such days crystallizes and becomes clear and bright. From the end of the month, the sun begins to add a minute of daylight hours, and from that time on, nature is already heading for the upcoming, albeit distant, summer.
“Plato and Roman show winter to us. The snow is falling, don't be afraid of anyone"
The second half of December in the folk calendar
With dropout a large number snow, the first short frosts come. In winter, nature puts on a white fur coat, snows the once-blooming glades, trees dress up in lush white dresses, forest paths become impassable, snow covers the ice. Winter nature is quiet and silent, only the rare chirping of winter birds is heard, and the dry crunch of branches in the winter forest. The weather in December is not yet the most wintery and severe, thaws sometimes occur, but the temperature is consistently negative with rare frosts and drops to -20 ° C. And despite frequent thaws and instability of negative temperatures, cold arctic winds will increasingly cool the air. Winter will show its harsh character.
"And the evening will be white-white
With threads of starry rivers
Where he draws with white chalk
Snow on the sidewalks...
Each season is reflected in Russian poetry. But still winter - in a special position. She is sung in many works of Russian poets V. Why is it in Russian literature, poetry, and painting that much attention is paid to this fabulous season? The answer lies in the peculiarities of the national character. In Russian literature, winter is a season associated with holidays and recreation. All household affairs are completed and you can safely indulge in all sorts of harmless entertainment. This is horseback riding through a snowy forest, and playing snowballs, and walking in the garden, where trees sleep peacefully, covered with a snow-white blanket. In no other literature of the world the image of winter-winter is presented in such a multifaceted way. It was the Russian poets who most accurately and vividly managed to convey the feelings that cover any person at the sight of falling snow flakes, bizarre patterns on window glass or huge icicles shimmering with all the colors of the rainbow in the rays of the cold winter sun.
Many wonderful poems dedicated to winter have been written in Russian literature. Snow-white landscapes, prettier nature inspired a considerable number of poets and writers. I. Bunin “Snowstorm”, “Dense green spruce forest near the road”, K. Balmont “First Winter”, “Snowflake”, S. Yesenin “Winter sings - calls out ...”, A. Tvardovsky “Circling easily and clumsily ...”, B. Pasternak devoted a whole cycle of poems to winter. And yet, of all the works created by Russian masters of the pen, we can single out, in our opinion, top five . P. Vyazemsky in a poem "First snow" describes winter in such radiant, bright colors that any other season pales in front of her:
The peaks of heaven are burning with azure light;
The valleys twitched like a shiny tablecloth,
And the fields are dotted with bright beads.
On the holiday of winter, the earth flaunts ...
Dressing up in snow-white outfits, the nature around is transformed, as if being cleansed of autumn mud. The winter season in Russian poetry is a period of contemplation, spiritual purification and rethinking of values. About this touching lines of another great Russian poet Fyodor Tyutchev:
Enchantress Winter
Bewitched the forest stands -
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life.
At Sergei Yesenin there are also wonderful lines about winter, but he associates it with loneliness and the desire to find peace:
Winter sings - calls out,
Shaggy forest cradles
The call of a pine forest.
Around with deep longing
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And here is a brilliant poet Boris Pasternak and the lines of his poem, which later became a famous song. The poet contrasts the coldness of winter streets with the warmth of human relationships, saying that even in such a harsh time one can be truly happy, regardless of the vagaries of the weather:
No one will be in the house
Except twilight. One
Winter day in a through opening
Not drawn curtains.
Only white wet clods
Fast flywheel.
Only rooftops, snow and apart
Roofs and snow - no one.
And, of course, Alexander Pushkin. The poet refers to winter as a living creature with a sharp disposition:
A storm covers the sky with mist,
Whirlwinds of snow twisting;
The way she is a beast, she will howl,
He will cry like a child...
A. Blok, V. Bryusov, E. Baratynsky, I. Surikov, N. Ogarev ... Each of the listed artists of the Russian word saw something special, his own in the winter nature. So from these numerous descriptions a vivid image was formedbeauties - winters.
For three long months, nature wraps itself in a blanket of snow, plunging into a sweet dream. Some days of winter are characterized by silence and frost, while on other days the wind blows and howls. The main characteristic of the winter season is a stable low atmospheric temperature and snow in most countries of the world.
Description of nature
Winter comes due to the tilt of the planet's axis of rotation relative to the plane of the ecliptic.
Winter always comes from the northeast. Calendar winter begins in the Northern Hemisphere on December 1 and ends on the last day of February. In the Southern Hemisphere, on the contrary, the coldest months are June, July and August. According to the astronomical calendar, it begins on the December solstice, that is, from 22 to 23, and ends in March, also on the day of the solstice from 21 to 22. And according to observations of seasonal changes, that is, phenological, it starts on November 27 and lasts until 17 Martha. Meteorologists distinguish two periods that every winter must pass: cold and mild.
Sub-seasons and folk calendar
The concept and description of nature in winter includes three subseasons:
By folk calendar winter begins with the first frost. Drops indicate the end of the season.
December
In the artistic description of the nature of winter, December is often called the "student". Lakes and rivers are already ice-bound, a white blanket of snow has appeared, but there are still thaws. In most regions, the snow appears already in November, but it really falls in a thick layer only in December. Snow growth can reach 30 cm. Nights are getting longer and days are getting shorter. And the column on the thermometer is steadily striving to overcome the zero mark.
The first of December according to the Orthodox calendar is the day of the holy martyrs Plato and Roman. They are also called "winter indicators", that is, according to the weather on this day, one can judge what the middle and end of winter will be like. It is believed that if crows walk along the road on December 1, then there will be a thaw. If at least 1 mosquito appears in the house, it will soon get warmer. And if it is windy, then the whole winter will be blizzard. The moon in a luminous halo portends severe frosts.
On the fifth of December, when Prokopiev's Day is celebrated in Rus', the sledge track is already being established. Simply put, from this date you can safely get on the sled. Fairs were always held on this day, at which this vehicle was the most popular product.
Since December 9, it was believed that Yuri Kholodny "breathes the cold." In the Russian description of nature in winter, this day was said like this: “It is no longer possible to wake the bear, and the wolves are getting closer to human habitation and terrifyingly howl at the moon ...”
According to the folk calendar, the period of blizzards and blizzards begins on the 12th, which will last until Nikolin's day.
From the third week of December, a real frosty winter is already beginning, which will last until the middle of the third month of winter. By its end, the days are already beginning to increase, but so far this is not too noticeable, because it is on December 22 that the day of the solstice comes.
On the day of the memory of the prophet Haggai, December 29, sunny days are set, but if the frost gets stronger, then it will last until Epiphany.
January
What description of nature in winter can be without the New Year coming in January, which in fiction sometimes referred to as a "prosin". At this time, sunny days come and the crackling frost stings the cheeks and nose.
January is the most winter month when the real Russian winter comes. The sky is clear and the snow is blinding. As a rule, the brighter the sun, the stronger the frost. Usually, the temperature is kept at -10-15 degrees, without jumps. Despite this, nature is slowly awakening. For example, if you bring a sprig of poplar from frost, then in a couple of days leaves will appear on it.
It is in January that many public holidays. So, Christmas time is celebrated from the 7th to the 19th. And before Christmas, Christmas Eve begins. Naturally, the cleanest and brightest holiday is Christmas. In churches and monasteries, on the eve, singing begins in praise of the birth of Christ and they last all night. This tradition is called the all-night vigil.
And from 13 to 14 January they begin Christmas divination. This night has always been popular and not only among girls. They wondered about the harvest, tried to figure out how long the winter would last when the thaw began.
During this period, there are no special changes, everything seems to fall asleep, so the description of nature in winter cannot be expanded. However, the people are having fun, the festivities continue. Epiphany frosts begin on January 19. The brighter the sun shines these days, the stronger they are. Summer weather can already be predicted this month. If on January 21 the wind blows from the south, then it promises a rainy summer. And if frost appears on the haystacks on the 23rd, then the summer promises to be rainy and cool.
If the weather is clear and sunny on Tatyana's Day (January 25), then spring should come early, and if snow appears, then there will be a lot of rain in summer.
February
There is another month of winter ahead - February, which will not please with sunny days. Its period accounts for the most blizzards and frosts. Nevertheless, the month is also called "bokogrey", because winter meets spring on the Meeting. It is in the first decade of the month that chilling winds and snowstorms occur. If a clear day is issued, then it is necessarily frosty and sunny. But the sun really starts to warm only from the middle of the month. The first thaws appear. According to the description of nature in winter in the forest, one can also judge the approach of spring. The first willow trees are already appearing, the willow is releasing the first fluffy and soft buds. The snow becomes hard, an icy crust appears on top of it.
By the first day of the month, they judge when spring will begin. If the weather is clear, it will be early. But if there is a blizzard on the second of February, then you should not wait for early warming. The fourth of February is also called Timothy's day. On February 14, people were sure to look at the sky at night. If star placers appeared on it, then one should not expect the imminent arrival of spring.
By the middle of the month, a lot of icicles appear, the sun is shining brighter, but winter has not yet receded. On the fifteenth day, the meeting is celebrated, that is, the meeting of two seasons. If on this day the weather turned out to be warm, then spring is already practically “knocking” on the door, if it is cold, then winter will last for some more time.
The seventeenth of February, as a rule, is characterized by a strong cold snap. If there are frosts on Vlasyev day (24th), this means that winter does not want to recede. Maslenitsa is celebrated at the end of the month. Pancakes are baked throughout the week, and straw effigies are burned.
Russian painting about winter
Most often, winter landscapes are found precisely among domestic artists, since this season is considered to be primordially Russian. Some painters find winter to be a boring and even depressing season. An example is the painting by I. I. Levitan “Winter in the Forest”. And other artists, on the contrary, present this cold season as a period of waiting for spring. For example, the paintings of K. F. Yuon “Sorceress-Winter” or V. I. Surikov “The Capture of the Snow Town”. So, Yuon captured the extraordinary joy of children from playing in the snow.
Russian poetry about winter
Many descriptions of the landscape of nature in winter are found in Pushkin. Very similar poems can be found in other poets, for example, in Tyutchev. But each of their writers presents a beautiful description of nature in winter in a completely different way. Some authors write that it is in the winter forest that one can meet fairy-tale characters. So, Nekrasov wrote about the "frost-voivode". Naturally, his most famous quatrain was with a "household" background.
Conclusion
Some poems of Russian poets about winter are always a little romantic and cheerful, while others are a little sad and even formidable. And Yesenin called this season majestic and sleeping. There are many sayings among the Russian people about this time of year: “Winter snow is deep - bread is high in summer.” Or: “In winter, everyone loves a sheepskin coat.”
December-Student. Here comes the winter. Carefully covered nature with a blanket of pure white snow, bound rivers and lakes with ice, cools the air with severe frosts. The month was named - Studenets, from the word cold. There are still thaws, but there is still a long winter ahead. Winter is adding more and more snow. The nights are long, cold and cozy. Christmas trees are decorated in houses, because soon New Year.
December: the invasion of cold weather
Description of the nature of winter in early December (I - II week)
The white Queen Winter crosses the threshold, the patroness of the icy winds, the mistress of the sleeping kingdom. Having replaced the wet gloomy November, winter immediately sets its own rules. Nature in winter is carefully covered with a snow cover, pulled together by ice shackles, winter will protect her sleep for a long time. If November is not yet resistant to snowfall and there is not much snow cover, then the arrival of winter may be characterized by a large amount of snow falling. By the beginning of December, the growth of the cover is noticeable by the volume of snowdrifts that appear along the roads, the snow growth is about 30 cm. The month pleases us with less and less days, and the nights become colder and longer, when the thermometer falls rapidly down.
With the fall of a large amount of snow, the first short frosts come. In winter, nature puts on a white fur coat, snows the once-blooming glades, trees dress up in lush white dresses, forest paths become impassable, snow covers the ice. Winter nature is quiet and silent, only the rare chirping of winter birds is heard, and the dry crunch of branches in the winter forest. The weather in December is not yet the most wintery and severe, thaws sometimes occur, but the temperature is consistently negative with rare frosts and drops to -20 ° C. And despite frequent thaws and instability of negative temperatures, cold arctic winds will increasingly cool the air. Winter will show its harsh character.
December in the folk calendar
"Plato and Roman show us winter. The snow is setting, don't be afraid of anyone"
Winter comes right away. The description of winter in the folk calendar begins with Plato and Roman on December 1st. Protracted colds come gradually, alternating with jumps of thaws with sudden frosts. December is a snowy month, snow will cover the roads, the slopes of the banks of a frozen river, give the winter forest a snowy shy look. Nature in winter is quiet and calm, sleeping comfortably, wrapped in snowdrifts of a white blanket, by December 4 - Introduction binds rivers in Rus' with tenacious ice. The rivers freeze, now the ice will last all winter until the warmest spring days.
From December 5, from the day of Prokop, the first toboggan tracks made their way in Rus'. The blizzard covered a lot of snow, and the knurled path for the sleigh became smooth and slippery. Known in the description of winter in Rus', sleigh rides. They harnessed horses to Russian troikas and arranged skating and even real sleigh races, which fell on December 7 - Katerina-Sannitsa. And on December 9 - Yuri-Kholodny inhales the cold, so much so that now the bear in the den cannot be woken up. From this day on, in the evenings, you need to be more careful in the deep village, the wolves come closer and closer to the warm houses, and howl at the lonely moon on hungry nights. And ahead, according to the folk calendar, a week of blizzards and snowstorms approaches from the 12th of winter, from Paramon to Nikolin's day, the snow of revenge will tirelessly.
Winter in Russian poetry
In Russian poetry, a lot of poems are dedicated to winter. Falling snow, fresh snow, old snow - all these images are mentioned in many lines. For example, Boris Pasternak:
It is snowing, It is snowing.
To the white stars in the blizzard
Stretching geranium flowers
For the window frame.
It's snowing and everything is in turmoil
Everything takes flight,
black stairs steps,
Crossroad turn.
It's snowing, it's snowing
As if not flakes are falling,
And in the patched coat
The sky descends to the ground.
Snow is a mesmerizing phenomenon. And for poetry, snow is one of key concepts, inspiration and the poet's view of the world depend on it. We ourselves know: snow falls and the earth is transformed, and the soul is filled with joy, the mood becomes upbeat. Winter is fraught with mysterious, dangerous sides - fierce storms, merciless frost. It also has joyful, cheerful features - a snow-white landscape, prettier nature, joy and solemnity. In addition, in winter you can engage in winter sports, in winter - the time of folk festivals. That is why so many wonderful poems have been written about winter by Russian poets. The mood of the author, his feelings are necessarily added to the description of winter.
Snow, blizzard, winter wind are often perceived as living beings, winter is a fabulous beauty. Here is how Alexander Pushkin wrote:
"Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming."
Fyodor Tyutchev also described the winter-winter very similarly:
"Enchanted Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snowy fringe,
Motionless, dumb
He shines with a wonderful life."
Each of the poets saw in the winter nature something of his own, special, dear to him. These numerous images form the image of winter in Russian poetry.
December: frost will hit
Description of the winter nature of December (III - IV week)
A real and cold winter starts from the third week of December and will last until mid-February. Winter nature in December is completely immersed in sleep, the sun spends less time in the sky and rises low above the horizon. At times, a few December days, especially closer to the new year, can become quite frosty. The sky on such days crystallizes and becomes clear and bright. From the end of the month, the sun begins to add a minute of daylight hours, and from that time on, nature is already heading for the upcoming, albeit distant, summer.
The solstice is approaching, falls on December 22, the sun turns in the direction of increasing day length, and yearned in the absence of the sun natural world seems to come to life, warm days are still very far away, and nature is already reaching for new spring. Now the days are not only slightly longer, but also brighter and lighter. Clouds are variegated, floating high in the sky. The sun shines bright, filling it crystal fresh air the light of a cold winter morning, the freshness of a clear day, and quickly disappears over the horizon of the yet-too-fast winter evening.
The second half of December in the folk calendar
"Varyukha came - take care of your nose and ear"
People love to joke about frost, blizzard, releasing omens and folk sayings about this or that date. So, by the way the snow falls, the way the smoke rises from the chimney, and the way the stars shine on winter nights, one could foretell the weather and say about winter. From this they evolved folk sayings, yes, signs, sometimes day by day more beautifully sophistication. “Varvara bridges, Savva sharpens nails, Nikola nails, and as soon as he nails, Yegory will pave,” said weather experts.
By Varvara, until December 17, the weather is cracking with frost, and cold is catching up to Nikolshchina. Often, a thaw appeared from the Nikolsky frosts. Winter was not yet completely shackled in dry frosty days. By the end of December, the days become brighter, and the sky is cleared of clouds. On Aggeya - on December 29, winter grows stronger with cold, bright sunny days are set. And if the frost gets stronger on this day, then it will be until the very Epiphany, or even the winter itself will be harsh. Crackling January and blizzard February are ahead. The winter is still long.
Winter in Russian painting
Depicting the different seasons in their works, Russian artists sought, first of all, to show the mood of nature. As a rule, winter in Russian paintings is a serene time when everything around is hidden behind a snow-white cover. Many painters sought to show that winter is precisely Russian time of the year.
Most often, the description of nature in winter was created from the impression of the first snow. A striking example of this is Arkady Plastov's painting "First Snow". The image of two peasant children leaving a typical Russian hut symbolizes hope for a bright future, because the terrible war has just ended. And the first snow is one of the symbols that life will get better. In fact, Arkady Plastov loved more bright colors, however, in this picture he did without them, but still added his favorite element to it - peasant life.
(Painting by N. Krymov "Winter Evening")
Artist Nikolai Krymov has always admired the Russian winter, its cold and snow. In his painting "Winter Evening", in addition to white color, we observe shades of blue. This color is necessary to enhance the impression of frost, to show that it is very cold outside. And yet, the artist included in his picture people who walk along a snowy path. Such an image is a vivid illustration of the fact that a Russian person is not afraid of even the harshest winter, on the contrary, he likes it.
Winter- magical and fabulous time year, the whole natural world froze in a sound sleep. The cold forest sleeps, covered with a white fur coat, you can’t hear the animals, they hide in their minks, they wait out the long winter, only a few go out to hunt. Only wind and snowstorm, eternal companions of winter.
Listening to fairy tales and stories about nature in winter, children learn about the life of the world around them in difficult times. winter time years, how trees survive the winter, animals, how birds hibernate, learn about natural phenomena in winter.
Winter
K.V. Lukashevich
She appeared muffled, white, cold.
- Who are you? the children asked.
- I - the season - winter. I brought snow with me and will soon throw it on the ground. He will cover everything with a white fluffy blanket. Then my brother will come - Santa Claus and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start acting naughty, they will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a terrible Santa Claus! the children said.
- Wait, children ... But then I will give you skiing from the mountains, skates and sledges. And then comes favorite christmas with a cheerful Christmas tree and Santa Claus with gifts. Don't you love winters?
kind girl
K.V. Lukashevich
It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. Sparrows had a hard time from this. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped plaintively.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began to collect bread crumbs, and every day poured them at her porch. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon ceased to be afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.
Winter
Frost bound the earth. Rivers and lakes are frozen. Everywhere lies white fluffy snow. Children are happy with winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya are playing snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snowman.Only animals have a hard time in the winter cold. Birds fly closer to housing.
Guys, help our little friends in winter. Make bird feeders.
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree
Daniil Kharms, 1930
There was Volodya on the Christmas tree. All the children danced, and Volodya was so small that he could not even walk.
They put Volodya in an armchair.
Here Volodya saw a gun: "Give it! Give it!" - screams. And he can’t say what “give”, because he is so small that he still doesn’t know how to speak. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. Want everything!
"Give! Give!" - shouts Volodya.
They gave Volodya a rattle. Volodya took the rattle and calmed down. All the children are dancing around the Christmas tree, and Volodya is sitting in an armchair and ringing with a rattle. Volodya liked the rattle very much!
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends
Vanya Mokhov
Last year I was at the Christmas tree with my friends and girlfriends. It was a lot of fun. On the Christmas tree at Yashka - he played tag, on the Christmas tree at Shurka - he played blind man's buff, on the Christmas tree at Ninka - he looked at pictures, on the Christmas tree at Volodya - he danced in a round dance, on the Christmas tree at Lizaveta - he ate chocolate candies, on the Christmas tree at Pavlusha - he ate apples and pears.
And this year I will go to the Christmas tree to school - it will be even more fun there.
Snowman
There lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was covered by children who came running here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow, put them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, two coals were inserted into the snowman, and a carrot was inserted instead of a nose. A bucket was put on the snowman's head, and his hands were made from old brooms. One boy liked the snowman so much that he gave him a scarf.
The children were called home, and the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds flew to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to peck a tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman was scared: "What do you want to do with me?" And the bullfinch, and it was him, replies: “I don’t want to do anything to you, I’ll just eat a carrot now.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat carrots, that’s my nose. Look, there is a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then, they have become friends.
Hello winter!
So, she came, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still dull in autumn, are completely covered with white snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed windows of houses, hoarfrost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like an even ribbon, if you look close around you, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze tingles the face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly frost, it is also pleasant. Isn't it because we all love winter, that, just like spring, it fills the chest with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It is so easy to breathe and so good in the soul that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”
“Hello, long-awaited, vigorous winter!”
The day was soft and misty. The reddish sun hung low over long, snowfield-like stratus clouds. Frost-covered pink trees stood in the garden. The vague shadows on the snow were drenched in the same warm light.
snowdrifts
(From the story "Nikita's Childhood")
The wide yard was all covered with shining, white soft snow. Blue in it are deep human and frequent dog tracks. The air, frosty and thin, pinched in my nose, pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, sheds and barnyards stood squat, covered with white hats, as if rooted in snow. Like glass, traces of runners ran from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the crunchy steps from the porch. Below was a brand new pine bench with a bast twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glided well, put the bench on his shoulder, grabbed a shovel, thinking that he would need it, and ran along the road along the garden to the dam. There stood huge, almost to the sky, wide willows, covered with hoarfrost - each branch was exactly made of snow.
Nikita turned to the right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, following in the footsteps of others...
On the steep banks of the Chagra River these days large fluffy snowdrifts have piled up. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and he will hoot, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right the river wound like a bluish shadow between the white and fluffy fields. To the left, above the very steep, blackened huts, sticking out the cranes of the village of Sosnovki. High blue haze rose from the rooftops and melted away. On a snowy cliff, where stains and stripes turned yellow from the ashes that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikita's friends - boys from "our end" of the village. And further, where the river was bent, you could hardly see other boys, "Kon-chan", very dangerous.
Nikita threw down the shovel, lowered the bench into the snow, sat astride it, firmly grasped the rope, kicked off with his feet twice, and the bench itself went down the mountain. The wind whistled in my ears, snow dust rose from both sides. Down, all down like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow broke off over the steep, the bench swept through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter and became.
Nikita laughed, climbed down from the bench and dragged it up the hill, bogging down to the knee. When he climbed ashore, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black, taller than human figure, as it seemed, the figure of Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed a shovel, threw himself on a bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung like a cape over the river.
Climbing under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out the little cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged the bench in and began to fill up with clods from the inside. When the wall was laid, a blue half-light spilled into the cave - it was cozy and pleasant. Nikita sat and thought that none of the boys had such a wonderful bench ...
- Nikita! Where did you fail? he heard the voice of Arkady Ivanovich.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head thrown back.
- Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his spectacles and climbed to the cave, but immediately got stuck up to the waist;
Get out, I'll get you out of there anyway. Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but bogged down again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- You don't want to, you don't have to. Stay. The fact is that my mother received a letter from Samara ... However, goodbye, I'm leaving ...
- Which letter? asked Nikita.
- Yeah! So you are still here.
- Tell me, from whom is the letter?
- A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Snow clods immediately flew from above. Nikita's head popped out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed merrily.
Story about trees in winter.
Trees, having gathered strength over the summer, stop feeding, grow, and fall into a deep sleep by winter.Trees throw them off themselves, refuse them in order to keep the warmth necessary for life. And the leaves dropped from the branches, rotting on the ground, give warmth and protect the roots of the trees from freezing.
Moreover, each tree has a shell that protects plants from frost.
This is the bark. The bark does not let water or air through. The older the tree, the thicker its bark. This is why old trees are more cold tolerant than young ones.
But the best protection from frost is a snow cover. In snowy winters, snow, like a duvet, covers the forest, and even then the forest is not afraid of any cold.
Buran
A snowy white cloud, huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon, and the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn was quickly covered with a thick veil. Suddenly night fell... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. The desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan fluff, threw them up to the sky ... Everything was dressed in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!
Everything merged, everything mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snowy dust, which blinded the eyes, took the breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spun from all sides, twisted around like a kite from above and below, and strangled everything he came across.
The heart drops in the most intimidating person, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, because the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. So terrible is the sight of the indignation of northern winter nature...
The storm raged from hour to hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no ride. Deep ravines became high mounds...
Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which continues even then, when the sky is already shining with a cloudless blue.
Another night passed. The violent wind died down, the snows subsided. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over ... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays played on the wavy snows...
Winter
The real winter has come. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even bare birches, alders and mountain ash were covered with hoarfrost, like silvery fluff. They stood, covered with snow, as if they had put on an expensive warm coat ...
It was the first snow
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the rule of this young snow. The air smelled of snow, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The earth, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this house looked different from yesterday. The lanterns burned brighter, the air was clearer...
Farewell to summer
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One night I woke up with a strange sensation. I thought I went deaf in my sleep. I lay with my eyes open, listened for a long time, and finally realized that I had not gone deaf, but simply that an extraordinary silence had fallen outside the walls of the house. This silence is called "dead". The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. All you could hear was the cat snoring in his sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - behind the panes everything was snowy and silent. In the foggy sky, a lone moon stood at a dizzying height, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so bright that the arrows were clearly black. They showed two hours. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth has changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens have been fascinated by the cold.
Through the window, I saw a large gray bird perch on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed, snow fell from it. The bird slowly got up and flew away, and the snow continued to fall like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything was quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked out the window for a long time, sighed and said:
- The first snow is very befitting the earth.
The earth was ornate, like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stalks sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to tea and congratulated me on the first trip.
- So the earth was washed, - he said, - with snow water from a silver trough.
- Where did you get, Mitrich, such words? Reuben asked.
- Is there something wrong? grandfather chuckled. - My mother, the deceased, said that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never sluggish.
It was hard to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but "did not let the ache in his bones."
It was solemn, light and quiet in the forests.
The day seemed to be dozing. Lonely snowflakes occasionally fell from the cloudy high sky. We carefully breathed on them, and they turned into pure drops of water, then became cloudy, froze and rolled to the ground like beads.
We wandered through the forests until dusk, walked around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches were sitting, ruffled, on rowan trees covered with snow ... In some places in the clearings, birds flew and squeaked plaintively. The sky overhead was very bright, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. From there were slow snow clouds.
It grew darker and quieter in the forests, and finally a thick snow began to fall. He melted in the black water of the lake, tickled his face, powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has taken over the land...
Winter night
Night has come in the forest.
Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, light silver hoarfrost falls in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars visibly scattered...
But even in the frosty winter night, the hidden life in the forest continues. Here the frozen branch crunched and broke. It ran under the trees, bouncing softly, a white hare. Then something hooted and suddenly terribly laughed: somewhere an owl screamed, caresses howled and fell silent, ferrets hunt mice, owls silently fly over the snowdrifts. Like a fabulous sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat on a bare bough. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees life hidden from people walking in the winter forest.
Aspen
Beautiful aspen forest in winter. Against the background of dark firs, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.
Night and diurnal birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, naughty squirrels lay down their stocks for the winter. From thick logs, people hollowed out light shuttle boats, made troughs. White hares feed on the bark of young aspens in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.
You used to walk through the forest, and suddenly, unexpectedly, unexpectedly, with a noise, a heavy black grouse will fly off and fly. A white hare will jump out from under your feet and run.
Silver flashes
Short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight flush with the windows, muddy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, he chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a flock of kids returning from school, creaks a cart with firewood or hay - and evening! In the frosty sky outside the village, silver flashes begin to dance and shimmer - the northern lights.
On sparrow's gallop
A little - just a day after the New Year was added to the sparrow lope. And the sun had not yet warmed - like a bear, on all fours, crawling along the spruce tops beyond the river.
snow words
We love winter, we love snow. It changes, it is different, and to tell about it, different words are needed.
And the snow falls from the sky in different ways. Throw up your head - and it seems that from the clouds, as from the branches Christmas tree, shreds of cotton wool are torn off. They are called flakes - these are snowflakes stuck together on the fly. And there is snow that you can’t expose your face to: hard white balls hurt your forehead. They have another name - krupka.
Pure snow that has just covered the ground is called powder. There is no better hunting than by powder! All tracks are fresh in fresh snow!
And snow lies on the ground in different ways. If he lay down, this does not mean that he calmed down until spring. The wind blew and the snow came to life.
You walk down the street, and at your feet there are white flashes: the snow, swept out by the janitor-wind, streams, flows along the ground. This is a blowing blizzard - a blowing snow.
If the wind is spinning, snow is blowing in the air - this is a blizzard. Well, in the steppe, where there is no control over the wind, a snowstorm can break out - a snowstorm. If you shout, you won't hear a voice, you can't see anything within three steps.
February is the month of snowstorms, the month of running and flying snows. In March, the snow becomes lazy. It no longer scatters from the hand, like swan fluff, it has become motionless and solid: you step on it and your foot will not fall through.
It was over him that the sun and frost conjured. During the day everything melted in the sun, at night it froze, and the snow turned into an ice crust, hardened. For such stale snow, we have our own hard word - present.
Thousands of human eyes watch the snow in winter. Let your inquisitive eyes be among them.
(I. Nadezhdina)
First frost
The night passed under a large clear moon, and by morning the first frost had fallen. Everything was gray, but the puddles did not freeze. When the sun came up and warmed up, the trees and grasses were covered with such strong dew, the fir branches looked out of the dark forest with such luminous patterns that the diamonds of all our land would not be enough for this decoration.
The pine queen, sparkling from top to bottom, was especially beautiful.
(M. Prishvin)
quiet snow
They say about silence: "Quieter than water, lower than grass." But what could be quieter than falling snow! It snowed all day yesterday, and as if it brought silence from heaven. And every sound only intensified it: the rooster bellowed, the crow called, the woodpecker drummed, the jay sang with all its voices, but the silence grew from all this...
(M. Prishvin)
Winter has come
The hot summer has flown by Golden autumn snow fell - winter came.
Cold winds blew. Trees stood naked in the forest - waiting for winter clothes. Spruces and pines have become even greener.
Many times snow began to fall in large flakes, and, waking up, people rejoiced at the winter: such a pure winter light shone through the window.
At the first powder, the hunters went hunting. And all day long the barking of dogs could be heard through the forest.
Stretched across the road and disappeared into the spruce forest accelerating hare trail. A fox trail, paw by paw, winds along the road. The squirrel ran across the road and, waving its fluffy tail, jumped onto the Christmas tree.
There are dark purple cones on the tops of the trees. Crossbills jump on cones.
Below, on the mountain ash, busty red-throated bullfinches scattered.
The couch potato bear is the best in the forest. Since autumn, the thrifty Mishka has prepared a lair. He broke soft spruce twigs-paws, kicked the odorous resinous bark.
Warm and cozy in a bear forest apartment. Bear lies, from side to side
flips over. He does not hear how a cautious hunter approached the lair.
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Winter is blizzard
Frost walks on the streets at night.
Frost walks around the yard, taps, rumbles. The night is starry, the windows are blue, Frost painted ice flowers on the windows - no one can draw such flowers.
- Oh yes Frost!
Frost walks: either he will knock on the wall, then he will click on the gate, then he will shake off the frost from the birch and scare the dormant jackdaws. Frost is bored. Out of boredom, he will go to the river, hit the ice, begin to count the stars, and the stars are radiant, golden.
In the morning the stoves would be fired up, and Frost was right there—the blue smoke against the gilded sky became frozen pillars above the village.
- Oh yes Frost! ..
(I. Sokolov-Mikitov)
Snow
The earth is covered with a clean white tablecloth and is resting. Deep drifts rise. The forest covered itself with heavy white caps and fell silent.
On the snow tablecloth hunters see beautiful patterns of animal and bird tracks.
Here at the gnawed aspens, a hare hare set up at night; raising the black tip of its tail, hunting for birds and mice, an ermine ran. A beautiful chain winds along the forest edge the trace of an old fox. On the very edge of the field, trail after trail, the robber wolves passed. And across the wide planted road, blasting the snow with their hooves, the moose crossed...
Many large and small animals and birds live and feed in the snow-covered, hushed winter forest.
(K. Ushinsky)
At the edge
Quiet early morning in the winter forest. The dawn is calm.
Along the edge of the forest, at the edge of a snowy glade, an old red fox makes his way from a night hunt.
Softly crunches, snow crumbles under the fox's feet. Paw after paw traces follow the fox. He listens and looks at the foxes, whether a mouse squeaks under a tussock in a winter nest, whether a long-eared careless hare jumps out of a bush.
Here she stirred in the knots and, seeing the fox, then-oh-only - a peak! peak! squeaked the little titmouse. Here, whistling and fluttering, a flock of spruce crossbills flew over the edge, hastily scattered over the top of a spruce decorated with cones.
He hears and sees foxes, how a squirrel climbed a tree, and a snow cap fell from a thick swaying branch, crumbling into diamond dust.
He sees everything, hears everything, knows everything in the forest, the old, cunning fox.
(K. Ushinsky)
in the lair
In early winter, as soon as the snow falls, bears lie in the den.
Diligently and skillfully in the wilderness they prepare these winter lairs. Soft fragrant needles, bark of young fir trees, forest dry moss line their homes.
Warm and cozy in bear dens.
As soon as frost hits in the forest, bears fall asleep in their dens. And the more severe the frosts, the stronger the wind shakes the trees - the stronger, the more sound they sleep.
In late winter, tiny blind cubs will be born to she-bears.
Warmth for cubs in a snow-covered lair. They smack, suck milk, climb on the back of their mother, a huge, strong she-bear who has made a warm lair for them.
Only in a big thaw, when it starts to drip from the trees and the snow overhang falls from the branches with white caps, the bear wakes up. He wants to know well: has not spring come, has spring begun in the forest?
A bear will stick out of the den, look at winter forest- and again until spring on the side.
(K. Ushinsky)
What is a natural phenomenon?
Definition. Any change in nature is called a phenomenon of nature: the wind changed direction, the sun rose, hatched, from an egg, a chicken.
Nature is both living and non-living.
Weather phenomena of inanimate nature in winter.
Examples of weather changes: temperature drop, frost, snowfall, blizzard, blizzard, black ice, thaw.
Seasonal phenomena of nature.
All changes in nature associated with the change of seasons - seasons (spring, summer, autumn, winter) are called seasonal natural phenomena.
Examples of winter phenomena in inanimate nature.
Example: ice formed on the water, snow covered the ground, the sun does not heat, icicles and ice appeared.
Turning water into ice is a seasonal phenomenon in inanimate nature.
Observed natural phenomena in inanimate nature, occurring around us:
Frost covers rivers and lakes with ice. Draws funny patterns on the windows. Bites nose and cheeks.
Snowflakes are falling from the sky. Snow covers the ground with a white blanket.
Snowstorms and blizzards cover the roads.
The sun is low above the earth and weakly warms.
It's cold outside, the days are short and the nights are long.
The New Year is coming. The city is dressed in elegant garlands.
In the thaw, the snow melts and freezes, forming ice on the roads.
Large icicles grow on the roofs.
What phenomena of wildlife can be observed in winter
For example: bears hibernate, trees shed their leaves, people dressed in winter clothes, children went outside with sleds.
In winter, trees stand without leaves - this phenomenon is called seasonal.
Examples of changes that occur in winter in wildlife that we observe:
Flora, wildlife, resting in winter.
The bear sleeps in its lair and sucks its paw.
Trees and grasses sleep in the meadows, covered with a warm blanket - snow.
Animals are cold in winter, they wear beautiful and fluffy fur coats.
Hares change clothes - they change their gray coat to white.
People wear warm clothes: hats, fur coats, felt boots and mittens.
Children go sledding, skating, making a snowman and playing snowballs.
On New Year's Eve, children decorate the Christmas tree with toys and have fun.
On the holiday come to us, the Snow Maiden and Santa Claus.
In winter, birds - tits and bullfinches - fly to our feeders from the forest.
Birds and animals, in winter, starve. People feed them.
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