A tale of mushrooms in the world around us 2. Wonderful mushrooms
It rained all morning. It either subsided, then subsided, then diverged again, then subsided again, and finally, closer to lunch, it completely ended. In the forest, under giant trees, tiny mushroom caps began to appear from the damp earth.
And so, under one high old birch, where two huge ones were already growing, full of strength and the beauty of the boletus, a small red cap appeared. A little later a small one appeared, white leg. It was a tiny fly agaric. He opened his childish eyes and began to admire the beauty of the green forest. And just as he began to enjoy the cheerful rays of the sun and the green leaves of the trees, he immediately heard a conversation between two huge boletus mushrooms.
“So small, but already full of poison,” said the mushroom, whose hat was larger than the second one.
“That’s for sure, there is more poison in it than in any viper,” agreed the second mushroom.
- Are you talking about me now? - not understanding anything, he asked large mushrooms fly agaric.
- Look at us! - one exclaimed.
Fly Agaric, not knowing what to answer, simply remained silent, lowering his small red hat down.
“For our sake, mushroom pickers will go into the forest in any weather,” the mushroom with the big hat kept boasting.
- Why are they going after you? – the kid asked curiously.
- To feast on us, because we are healthy mushrooms! – the adult mushroom answered him proudly.
- Will they come for me to feast on me? – the fly agaric asked admiringly.
“Well, here’s another thing,” the mushrooms snorted and laughed.
The fly agaric, without answering anything, sighed and lowered his eyes. The fly agaric, without answering anything, sighed and lowered his small eyes down. He felt so sorry for himself, looking at how big and beautiful mushrooms laugh at him.
And suddenly a childish, cheerful laugh was heard in the forest. It sounded closer and closer, and finally, the mushrooms saw two girls between the trees with small baskets in their hands. The girls circled around each tree and picked mushrooms.
- Now they’ll come for us! – the boletus with a big hat exclaimed joyfully.
- What about me? – the fly agaric asked barely audibly.
- And you will remain here alone. “That’s your fate,” the mushroom with a small hat answered him.
The boletus mushrooms, with hope in their eyes, began to watch the girls who were coming closer and closer to them, and the poor little fly agaric became very scared. After all, soon he will be completely alone.
Suddenly the girls stopped at several fly agaric mushrooms.
“Let’s go the other way, there are only fly agarics and toadstools here,” the girl said a little pitifully.
“Let’s go,” her friend agreed with her, and they went in the other direction.
- Stop, we are here! - the boletus mushrooms shouted to them.
“It’s all because of you, and because of you, and because of people like you!” – the mushroom with the big hat shouted angrily to the fly agaric.
“That’s right, it’s all because of you, because of the fly agarics,” another boletus immediately supported. “Now people will never find us, and we will stay here until we are old, until we are eaten by worms or until we freeze under the snow.”
The fly agaric lowered its hat down. He felt so painful and so bitter that he could not stand it and cried.
An old hedgehog passed by and, hearing the quarrel of mushrooms, went to them. He approached the little fly agaric, who was hiding his tears.
- Why are you crying? – he asked the baby.
Fly Agaric, without answering, turned his gaze away from the hedgehog. He thought that the hedgehog would scold him too. To the hedgehog's question, the boletus answered that they were poor and that no one would ever notice their beauty because of the fly agaric.
The hedgehog listened carefully to the mushrooms and, turning to the fly agaric, said:
- Is it really worth crying over this? Let people not pay attention to you, but you too healthy mushroom.
- Is it true? – no longer knowing who to believe, the fly agaric was surprised.
“What a useful mushroom it is, we are useful mushrooms, but it’s poisonous,” the boletus mushrooms got angry at the hedgehog.
“Yes, there is more poison in you than in him, since all you can do is tease the baby and praise yourself,” the hedgehog answered the boletus mushrooms. - And it is useful because it is considered medicinal mushroom. All sick animals eat it and recover. So it has very great benefits. And when he grows up a little, his red hat will be covered in white peas, and in beauty it will not be inferior to any mushroom in this forest.
The boletus fell silent and already took their gaze away from the hedgehog, and the hedgehog, approaching the fly agaric, continued:
- Don’t cry anymore and don’t listen to anyone, but know that you are a very useful mushroom. Fine?!
- Fine! – the fly agaric answered joyfully. The hedgehog smiled and went on his way, giving the fly agaric a cheerful smile.
It’s so good that in this world someone needs you and that you have your own meaning in life.
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This happened in those ancient times when animals and birds talked human language. And the mushrooms! Mushrooms ran through the forest like hares. And it was not so easy to pick mushrooms in the forest. People set traps, dug holes, and did all sorts of things!
One fine sunny day, the red Amanita stopped by a puddle.
-How beautiful I am! - he exclaimed when he saw his reflection in the puddle.
“Of course,” a butterfly that flew past agreed with him. “Bright as a light, it’s just a pity that you’re poisonous.”
Oh, how Fly Agaric liked the butterfly’s words. He really is handsome! And if so, then why shouldn't he become the king of mushrooms? And the red Fly Agaric invited all the mushrooms to a forest meeting.
-From this day on, I will be the king of mushrooms! Because I am the most, the most, the most beautiful! - Fly agaric said.
-How so – king? - Borovik shouted. After all, he was supposed to become king. He's the one noble mushroom in the forest. Wasn't that what people loved to chase through the forest?
The mushrooms began to swear. They shouted, accused each other, and the meeting ended with the mushrooms splitting into two warring sides. All the Toadstools remained with Fly Agaric, and edible mushrooms followed Borovik.
-Everything is fine, I will be king. “I’ll teach you a lesson,” the Red Amanita threatened Borovik and his supporters. And Fly Agaric came up with a plan to deal with edible mushrooms.
When the next morning a man came into the forest and, having seen the Russula, was about to chase it, Toadstools jumped out of the bushes. The toadstools surrounded Russula, not allowing her to escape. That day, for the first time in his life, a man picked a whole basket of mushrooms, as toadstools helped him with this.
In the evening the mushrooms gathered again. They no longer listened to each other, but only shouted and cursed. Even the shy Volnushka protested; she suddenly realized that she was no worse than Borovik and Fly Agaric. She could be a wonderful queen.
Morning came, but the mushrooms could not calm down. In a place of forest silence, screams and accusations, tears and threats were heard.
-I know what we need to do! - Chanterelle suddenly came up with an idea. - Let's go to the forest fairy. Let her judge our dispute and say who will be the king or queen of the mushroom.
The rest of the mushrooms agreed and went to the old oak tree where the forest fairy lived. A sleepy fairy flew out of the hollow and asked what the mushrooms wanted. And the mushrooms began to scream again, in the hope that the fairy would hear their opinion.
-Quiet! – the fairy tapped the oak tree with a twig.
The mushrooms fell silent.
-I couldn’t sleep all night because of your scandal. I will punish you! From this day on, all the mushrooms will be silent and will not be able to move,” the fairy said, waved her twig, and returned to the hollow again.
Since then, the mushrooms have not spoken, and no longer run through the forest like hares.
But the Red Fly Agaric still considers itself the king of mushrooms. After all, he is so beautiful, even though he is poisonous.
IN elementary school children are given many unique and interesting tasks which can be identified and developed in a child creativity. Such tasks also include the tale about mushrooms. own composition. Just imagine how happy your child will be to be a writer and be able to get a good mark for such a simple task. However, not all children will be able to easily and immediately write a coherent story.
Where to start
Some simple rules can help you prepare for the process and tune in to the creative wave:
- Take a draft for your fairy tale. On the draft, you can not only cross out the unnecessary things, but also draw characters to imagine what the child is talking about.
- Write a topic. You can write “Essay. The Tale of Mushrooms" in the center of your draft. This will help the child not to be distracted from the main topic and not to worry that he has forgotten it or misunderstood it.
- Draw your characters, cut them out or select pictures. While playing, a child will be able to compose a fairy tale much easier than just sitting in front of a blank sheet of paper.
How to write a fairy tale?
Remember children's fairy tales. Each of them has a good and an evil hero. Fairy tales show two sides: white and black. Therefore, a fairy tale about a mushroom must contain good and evil. The negative character can be the mushroom itself, or maybe someone who wants the mushroom to be evil.
At the beginning, tell something calmly storyline. “Once upon a time, I was walking, and one day...” Then change the narrative to something very unexpected, sudden, which will be the beginning of interesting adventures.
If the child does not like adventures, you can make a fairy tale with elements of a detective story or just a story with some kind of moral at the end.
The ending of the fairy tale can be left standard: “...and they began to live well and make good things.” But if you decide to make a fairy tale in a modern way, then do not forget about the victory of good over evil.
Rules for composing a fairy tale
The standard outline for writing a story looks like this:
- The plot: who, where and when lived.
- The main part: something happened that prompted changes in the hero’s life.
- Ending: good triumphs over evil.
In addition, there are some techniques that will help turn an ordinary essay into a fairy tale: exaggeration, triple repetitions, contrasts, decorating definitions. Your mushroom tale doesn't have to be serious. Use various words from fairy tales that you read at night or are still reading to your child. Don’t be afraid of excessive stylization as a fairy tale, because you are writing a real magical story.
Some tips to help you write a fairy tale with your child:
- If you are writing with your child, try to understand that a fairy tale about mushrooms for 1st grade is not always an easy task. The child wants more space, but no one forbids him this. Don't just limit yourself to mushrooms, introduce other characters too. Come up with some for them interesting facts from the biography, external data and much more that does not have to be written down, but that can help the child plunge into the fairy tale himself.
- Don't forget about morality. Every fairy tale has a subtext that is worth thinking about. He should be in your fairy tale too.
- There is no need to write “The Tale of a Mushroom”, try to come up with a title that reflects the essence of your story.
Examples of fairy tales
To write a good fairy tale, we offer you several options for children’s essays:
“There lived two mushrooms in the forest. So people came and picked one mushroom, putting it in a basket. And these mushrooms loved each other. There was no way they could survive the separation. But then luck happened, and people noticed a second mushroom, which was covered with a leaf, and put it in the same basket. They met and were glad to be together again. But they understood that they had been picked to eat. The mushrooms decided to jump out and run away. On the count of three, the lovers jumped out and settled in a new place, next to a stump.”
"Once upon a time there was small mushroom. One day three ants approached him. They began to laugh at the mushroom. They told him hurtful things, that he couldn’t even go anywhere and make others happy. The fungus felt sad; he couldn’t sleep all night from such resentment. The next day, at exactly 6 o'clock in the morning, the ants got up and began to work. But suddenly the wind began to rage, a thunderstorm began and hail began to fall. The anthill was flooded and destroyed, and the ants began to panic. But the kind mushroom offered his help in time, and everyone hid under his beautiful wavy cap. When the rain stopped, all the ants began to thank the fungus. But the three ants who mocked him were the most happy. So ordinary mushroom found new friends!”
“Once upon a time there lived a mushroom in the forest. It was called fly agaric. All people avoided him. One day early morning A lonely fly agaric wakes up and suddenly hears a hunter shooting from a gun in the forest, hunting someone. And then a deer, a doe and a fawn ran past him. The deer were very tired, and the baby deer even wanted to eat. So the little deer came up to the mushroom and began to eat it. Fly Agaric was very surprised, and then completely scared. But not for himself, but for the fawn. He shouted: “Don’t eat me!” The fawn jumped away, but listened to the story of the mushroom. So the fly agaric saved the lives of himself and the fawn and found a new friend.”
These are just examples. Your tale about a mushroom can be large, detailed, with a lot of dialogue and plot sketches.
Noble mushroom
M. Malyshev
In a cozy forest clearing strewn with flowers, two mushrooms grew - white and fly agaric. They grew up so close that if they wanted, they could shake hands.
As soon as the early rays of the sun woke everyone up plant population clearings, the fly agaric mushroom always said to its neighbor:
- Good morning, buddy.
The morning was often good, but the porcini mushroom never responded to the neighbor’s greetings. This went on day after day. But one day at the usual fly agaric " Good morning, buddy,” white mushroom said:
- How obsessive you are, brother!
“I’m not intrusive,” the fly agaric modestly objected. - I just wanted to make friends with you.
“Ha ha ha,” the white man laughed. - Do you really think that I will make friends with you?!
- Why not? – the fly agaric asked good-naturedly.
- Yes, because you are a toadstool, and I... and I am a noble mushroom! No one likes you, fly agarics, because you are poisonous, and we whites are edible and tasty. Judge for yourself: we can be pickled, dried, boiled, or fried; we are rarely wormy. People love and appreciate us. And they hardly notice you, except maybe kick you. Right?
“That’s right,” the fly agaric sighed sadly. - But look at what I have beautiful hat! Bright and cheerful!
- Hmm, hat. Who needs your hat? – And the white mushroom turned away from its neighbor.
And at this time, mushroom pickers came into the clearing - a little girl with her father.
- Mushrooms! Mushrooms! – the girl shouted cheerfully when she saw our neighbors.
- And this one? – the girl asked, pointing to the fly agaric.
“We’ll leave this one, we don’t need it.”
- Why?
- It's poisonous.
- Poisonous?! So it needs to be trampled!
- Why? It is useful - evil flies land on it and die. The white mushroom is noble, and the fly agaric is healthy. And then, look what a beautiful, bright hat he has!
“That’s right,” the girl agreed. - Let it stand.
And the fly agaric remained standing in the colorful clearing, pleasing the eye with its bright red hat with white polka dots...
Brave honey fungus
E. Shim
There were a lot of mushrooms in the fall. Yes, what great fellows - one is more beautiful than the other!
Grandfathers stand under the dark fir trees. They wear white caftans and rich hats on their heads: yellow velvet on the bottom, brown on top. What a sight for sore eyes!
Boletus fathers stand under the light aspen trees. Everyone is wearing shaggy gray jackets and red hats on their heads. Also a beauty!
Brother boletus grows under the tall pines. They are wearing yellow shirts and oilcloth caps on their heads. Good too!
Under the alder bushes, the Russula sisters perform round dances. Each sister is wearing a linen sundress and has a colored scarf tied around her head. Not bad either!
And suddenly another mushroom mushroom grew near the fallen birch tree. Yes, so invisible, so unsightly! The orphan has nothing: no caftan, no shirt, no cap. He stands barefoot on the ground, and his head is uncovered - his blond curls curl into little ringlets. Other mushrooms saw him and, well, laugh: “Look, how unkempt!” But where did you come out into the white light? Not a single mushroom picker will take you, no one will bow to you! Honey fungus shook his curls and answered:
If he doesn’t bow today, I’ll wait. Maybe someday I’ll come in handy.
But no, mushroom pickers don’t notice it. They walk among the dark fir trees, collecting old boletus mushrooms. And it gets colder in the forest. The leaves on the birches turned yellow, on the rowan trees they turned red, on the aspen trees they became covered with spots. At night, chilly dew falls on the moss.
And from this chilly dew the grandfather boletus came down. There is not a single one left, everyone is gone. It’s also chilly for the honey mushroom to stand in the lowlands. But even though his leg is thin, it is light - he took it and moved higher, onto birch roots. And again the mushroom pickers are waiting.
And mushroom pickers walk in the copses, collecting boletus fathers. They still don’t look at Openka.
It became even colder in the forest. The great wind whistled, tore off all the leaves from the trees, and the bare branches swayed. It rains from morning until evening, and there is nowhere to hide from them.
And from these evil rains the boletus fathers came away. Everyone is gone, not a single one is left.
The honey mushroom is also drenched in rain, but although it is puny, it is nimble. He took it and jumped onto a birch stump. No rain will flood it here. But mushroom pickers still don’t notice Openok. They walk in the bare forest, collect butter brothers and russula sisters, and put them in boxes. Is Openka really going to disappear for nothing, for nothing?
It became completely cold in the forest. Muddy clouds moved in, it became dark all around, and snow pellets began to fall from the sky. And from this snow pellets the boletus brothers and russula sisters came down. Not a single cap is visible, not a single handkerchief flashes.
On bare head The honey fungus also falls off and gets stuck in the curls. But the cunning Honey Pistol did not make a mistake here either: he took it and jumped into the birch hollow. He sits under a reliable roof, slowly peeking out: are the mushroom pickers coming? And the mushroom pickers are right there. They wander through the forest with empty boxes, but cannot find a single fungus. They saw Openka and were so happy: “Oh, my dear!” - They say. - Oh, you are brave! He was not afraid of rain or snow, he was waiting for us. Thank you for helping in the most inclement time! And they bowed low and low to Openko.
Mushroom War
In the red summer there is a lot of everything in the forest - all kinds of mushrooms, and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, rushes out of the ground, gets angry at the berries: “You see that there are more of them! It used to be that we were honored, held in esteem, but now no one will even look at us!
“Wait,” thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, “we, mushrooms, have great power - we will bend it down, strangle it, the sweet berry!”
The boletus conceived and wished for war, sitting under the oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to pick mushrooms, began to call for help:
- Go, little girls, go to war!
The waves refused:
- We are all old ladies, not guilty of war.
Go away, honey mushrooms!
Openings refused:
“Our legs are painfully thin, we won’t go to war.”
- Hey you, morels! - shouted the boletus mushroom. -Gear up for war!
The morels refused, they said:
“We are old men, no way are we going to war!”
The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:
- You guys are friendly, come fight with me, beat up the arrogant berry!
Milk mushrooms with loads responded:
- We, milk mushrooms, we are going with you to war, to the forest and field berries, we will throw our hats at them, trample them with our heels!
Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed out of the ground together, the dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.
“Well, there’s trouble,” the green grass thinks.
And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great mushroom strength, she gasped, sat down and, well, picked mushrooms and put them in the back. I picked it up completely, carried it home, and at home I sorted the mushrooms by type and by rank: honey mushrooms into tubs, honey mushrooms into barrels, morels into alyssettes, milk mushrooms into baskets, and the boletus mushroom ended up in a bunch; it was pierced, dried and sold.
Since then, the mushroom and berry have stopped fighting.
Introduction to mushrooms
A. Lopatina
At the beginning of July it rained for a whole week. Anyuta and Mashenka became depressed. They missed the forest. Grandmother let them go for a walk in the yard, but as soon as the girls got wet, she immediately called them home. Porfiry the cat said when the girls called him for a walk:
What's the point of getting wet in the rain? I’d rather sit at home and write a fairy tale.
I also think that a soft sofa is a more suitable place for cats than raw grass, - Andreika assented.
Grandfather, returning from the forest in a wet raincoat, laughing, said:
The July rains nourish the earth and help it grow crops. Don’t worry, we’ll go to the forest to pick mushrooms soon.
Alice, shaking herself so that wet dust flew in all directions, said:
The russula have already started to climb, and in the aspen forest two small boletuses with red caps popped up, but I left them, let them grow up.
Anyuta and Mashenka were looking forward to their grandfather taking them mushroom picking. Especially after he once brought a whole basket of young mushrooms. Taking out the strong mushrooms with gray legs and smooth brown caps from the basket, he said to the girls:
Come on, guess the riddle:
In the grove near the birch tree we met namesakes.
“I know,” Anyuta exclaimed, “these are boletus mushrooms, they grow under birch trees, and aspen boletuses grow under aspen trees.” They look like boletus mushrooms, but their caps are red. There are also boletus mushrooms, they grow in forests, and multi-colored russula grow everywhere.
Yes, you know our mushroom literacy! - Grandfather was surprised and, taking out a whole heap of yellow-red lamellar mushrooms from the basket, said:
Since all mushrooms are familiar to you, help me find the right word:
Golden…
Very friendly sisters,
They wear red berets,
Autumn is brought to the forest in the summer.
The girls were silent in embarrassment.
This poem is about chanterelles: they grow up in a huge family and in the grass it’s like autumn leaves“gold,” explained the all-knowing Porfiry.
Anyuta said offendedly:
Grandfather, we only studied some mushrooms at school. The teacher told us that many mushrooms are poisonous and should not be eaten. She also said that now even good mushrooms can be poisoned, and it is better not to pick them at all.
The teacher told you correctly that poisonous mushrooms you can’t eat it and that now many good mushrooms are becoming harmful to humans. Factories emit all sorts of waste into the atmosphere, so various harmful substances settle in forests, especially near large cities, and mushrooms absorb them. But good mushrooms many! You just need to make friends with them, then they themselves will run out to meet you when you come to the forest.
Oh, what a wonderful fungus, strong, plump, in a velvet light brown cap! - Mashenka exclaimed, sticking her nose into the basket.
This, Mashenka, the white one jumped out ahead of time. They usually appear in July. They say about him:
The boletus came out, a strong barrel,
Anyone who sees him will bow down.
Grandfather, why is a boletus called white if it has a brown cap? - Mashenka asked.
Its flesh is white, tasty and fragrant. In boletuses, for example, the flesh turns blue if you cut it, but in white ones the flesh does not darken either when cutting, or when boiling, or when drying. This mushroom has long been considered by people as one of the most nutritious. I have a professor friend who studies mushrooms. So he told me that in boletus mushrooms scientists found the twenty most important amino acids for humans, as well as many vitamins and minerals. It’s not for nothing that these mushrooms are called forest meat, because they contain even more proteins than meat.
Grandfather, the teacher told us that in the future people will grow all the mushrooms in their gardens and buy them in the store,” said Anyuta, and Mishenka added:
Mom bought us mushrooms at the store - white champignons and gray oyster mushrooms, very tasty. Oyster mushrooms have caps that look like ears, and they grow together as if they were one mushroom.
Your teacher is right, but only forest mushrooms give to people healing properties forests and its best aromas. A person cannot grow many mushrooms in his garden: they cannot live without trees and forests. The mycelium with the trees, like inseparable brothers, intertwined their roots and feed each other. Yes and poisonous mushrooms not much, people just don’t know much about mushrooms. Every mushroom is useful in some way. However, if you go into the forest, the mushrooms themselves will tell you everything about themselves.
In the meantime, let me tell you my tale about mushrooms,” Porfiry suggested, and everyone happily agreed.
Mushroom pharmacy
A. Lopatina
I made friends with the forest when I was still a little kitten. The forest knows me well, always greets me like an old acquaintance, and does not hide its secrets from me. One day, due to intense mental work, I developed an acute migraine, and I decided to go into the forest to get some air. I'm walking through the forest, breathing. The air in our pine forest is excellent, and I immediately felt better. By that time, mushrooms were pouring out visibly and invisibly. I sometimes chat with them, but here I had no time to talk. Suddenly, in a clearing, a whole family of butterflies with chocolate slippery hats and yellow caftans with white frills meets me:
Why, cat, are you passing by us and not saying hello? - they ask in unison.
“I have no time for talking,” I say, “my head hurts.”
Moreover, stop and eat us,” they squealed again in unison. - We, boletus, have a special resinous substance that has a sharp headache takes off.
I never liked raw mushrooms, especially after my grandmother’s delicious mushroom dishes. But then I decided to eat a couple of small butternuts directly raw: my head was really aching. They turned out to be so elastic, slippery and sweet that they slipped into the mouth and relieved the pain in my head.
I thanked them and moved on. I see that my friend the squirrel has turned an old huge pine tree into a mushroom dryer. She dries mushrooms on twigs: russula, honey mushrooms, moss mushrooms. The mushrooms are all good and edible. But among the good and edible ones, I suddenly saw... a fly agaric! Stumbled upon a twig - red, completely speckled. “Why does a squirrel need poisonous fly agaric?” - Think. Then she herself appeared with another fly agaric in her paws.
“Hello, squirrel,” I tell her, “who are you planning to poison with fly agaric mushrooms?”
“You’re talking nonsense,” the squirrel snorted. - Fly agaric is one of the wonderful medicines of the mushroom pharmacy. Sometimes I get bored in the winter and get nervous, then a piece of fly agaric calms me down. Yes, fly agaric helps not only with nervous disorders. It treats tuberculosis, rheumatism, spinal cord, and eczema.
What other mushrooms are there in the mushroom pharmacy? - I ask the squirrel.
I have no time to explain to you, I have a lot to do. Three clearings from here you will find a big fly agaric, he is our main pharmacist, ask him, - the squirrel chattered and galloped away, only the red tail flashed.
I found that clearing. There is a fly agaric on it, it is dark red, and from under the hat there are white trousers pulled down along the leg, even with pleats. Next to him sits a pretty little wave, all tucked up, rounded lips, licking her lips. A cap grew from mushrooms with long brown legs and brown scaly caps on the stump - a friendly family of fifty mushrooms and mushrooms. Young people wear beret hats and white aprons hang on their legs, but old people wear flat hats with a bump in the middle and throw off their aprons: adults have no use for aprons. The talkers sat down in a circle to the side. They are modest people; their hats are not fashionable, gray-brown with the edges turned down. They hide their whitish records under their hats and mutter quietly about something. I bowed to the entire honest company and explained to them why I had come.
Fly Agaric, the chief pharmacist, tells me:
Finally, you, Porfiry, came to see us, otherwise you were always running past. Well, I'm not offended. To me lately rarely does anyone bow, more often they kick me and knock me over with sticks. In ancient times, it was a different matter: with my help, local doctors treated all sorts of skin lesions and diseases internal organs and even mental disorders.
People, for example, use penicillin and other antibiotics, but do not remember that they are obtained from mushrooms, not from cap mushrooms, but from microscopic ones. But we too cap mushrooms, are not the last in this matter. The sisters of the talkers and their relatives - the ryadovkas and the serushkas - also have antibiotics, which even successfully cope with tuberculosis and typhus, but mushroom pickers do not favor them. Mushroom pickers sometimes even pass by honey mushrooms. They do not know that honey mushrooms are a storehouse of vitamin B, as well as the most important elements for humans - zinc and copper.
Then a magpie flew into the clearing and chirped:
Nightmare, nightmare, the mother bear's cub fell ill. I snuck into a landfill and ate rotten vegetables there. He is now roaring in pain and rolling on the ground.
The fly agaric bent down to his assistant, the fly agaric, consulted with her and said to the magpie:
Northwest of the bear's den false honey mushrooms on the stump they grow in lemon-yellow caps. Tell the bear to give them to her son to cleanse his stomach and intestines. But be warned, don’t give too much, otherwise they are poisonous. After two hours, let him feed him boletus: they will calm him down and strengthen him.
Then I said goodbye to the mushrooms and ran home, because I felt that the time had come for me to strengthen my strength with something.
Two tales
N. Pavlova
A little girl went into the forest to pick mushrooms. I went up to the edge and let's show off:
You, Les, better not hide mushrooms from me! I'll still fill my cart full. I know everything, all your secrets!
Don't boast! - the forest made a noise. - Don't brag! Where is everyone?
“But you’ll see,” the girl said and went to look for mushrooms.
In the fine grass, between the birch trees, boletus mushrooms grew: gray, soft caps, stems with black shag. In a young aspen grove gathered thick, strong little aspen boletuses in tightly pulled orange caps.
And in the twilight, under the fir trees, among the rotten pine needles, the girl found short saffron milk caps: red, greenish, striped, and in the middle of the cap there was a dimple, as if an animal had pressed it with its paw.
The girl picked up a basket full of mushrooms, and even with the top on! She came out to the edge and said:
You see, Les, how much I different mushrooms dialed? This means I understand where to look for them. It was not for nothing that she boasted that I knew all your secrets.
Where is everyone? - Les made a noise. - I have more secrets than leaves on the trees. What do you know? You don’t even know why boletuses grow only under birches, aspen boletuses - under aspens, saffron milk caps - under fir trees and pine trees.
“Here comes the house,” the girl answered. But she said it just like that, out of stubbornness.
You don’t know this, you don’t know,” the Forest made a noise,
Telling this will be a fairy tale!
“I know what a fairy tale,” the girl stubbornly said. - Wait a little, I’ll remember it and tell you myself.
She sat on a stump, thought, and then began to tell.
There used to be a time when mushrooms did not stand in one place, but ran throughout the forest, danced, stood upside down, and played mischief.
Previously, everyone in the forest knew how to dance. Only Bear couldn't do it. And he was the most important boss. Once in the forest they celebrated the birthday of a hundred-year-old tree. Everyone danced, and the Bear - the one in charge - sat like a tree stump. He felt offended and decided to learn to dance. He chose a clearing for himself and began to exercise there. But he, of course, did not want to be seen, he was embarrassed, and therefore gave the order:
No one should ever appear in my clearing.
And mushrooms loved this clearing very much. And they did not obey the order. They waylaid him when the Bear lay down to rest, left Toadstool to guard him, and they ran off to the clearing to play.
The bear woke up, saw Toadstool in front of his nose and shouted:
Why are you hanging around here? And she answers:
All the mushrooms ran away to your clearing, and they left me on guard.
The bear roared, jumped up, slammed Toadstool and rushed into the clearing.
And the mushrooms played magic wand there. They hid somewhere. The mushroom with a red cap hid under the Aspen, the red-haired one hid under the Christmas tree, and the long-legged one with black shags hid under the Birch.
And the Bear will jump out and scream - Roar! Gotcha, mushrooms! Gotcha! Out of fear, the mushrooms all grew into place. Here Birch lowered her leaves and covered her fungus with them. The aspen dropped a round leaf directly onto the cap of its mushroom.
And the tree scooped up dry needles with its paw towards Ryzhik.
Bear looked for mushrooms, but didn’t find any. Since then, those mushrooms that were hiding under the trees have been growing, each under their own tree. They remember how it saved him. And now these mushrooms are called Boletus and Boletus. And Ryzhik remained Ryzhik, because he was red. That's the whole fairy tale!
You came up with this! - Les made a noise. - It’s a good fairy tale, but there’s not a bit of truth in it. And listen to my true story. Once upon a time there were roots of the forest underground. Not alone - they lived in families: Birch - near Birch, Aspen - near Aspen, Spruce - near the Christmas tree.
And lo and behold, out of nowhere, homeless Roots appeared nearby. Marvelous Roots! The thinnest web is thinner. They rummage through rotten leaves and forest waste, and whatever edible they find there, they eat and put aside for storage. And the Birch Roots stretched out nearby, looking and envying.
We, they say, cannot get anything out of the decay, out of the rot. And Divo-Koreshki responded:
You envy us, but they themselves have more good than ours.
And they guessed right! For nothing that a cobweb is a cobweb.
The Birch Roots received great help from their own Birch Leaves. The leaves sent food down the trunk from top to bottom. And what they used to prepare this food from, you have to ask them themselves. Divo-Koreshki is rich in one thing. Birch Roots - to others. And they decided to be friends. Marvelous Roots clung to the Berezovs and entwined them around them. And the Birch Roots do not remain in debt: whatever they get, they share with their comrades.
Since then they have lived inseparably. It’s good for both. Miracle Roots is growing wider and wider, all reserves are being accumulated. And Birch grows and gets stronger. Summer is in the middle, Birch Roots boast:
Our Birch's earrings are ruffled and the seeds are flying! And Miracle Roots answer:
That's how! Seeds! So it’s time for us to get down to business. No sooner said than done: the little nodules jumped up on the Divo-Roots. At first they are small. But how they began to grow! The Birch Roots didn’t even have time to say anything, but they had already broken through the ground. And they turned around in freedom, under Berezka, like young mushrooms. Legs with black shag. The hats are brown. And from under the caps mushroom seeds-spores fall out.
The wind mixed them with birch seeds and scattered them throughout the forest. This is how the mushroom became related to Birch. And since then he has been inseparable from her. For this they call him Boletus.
That's my whole fairy tale! It's about Boletus, but it's also about Ryzhik and Boletus. Only Ryzhik took a fancy to two trees: the Christmas tree and the Pine.
“This is not a funny fairy tale, but a very amazing one,” said the girl. - Just think, some kind of baby fungus - and suddenly it feeds the giant tree!
For mushrooms
N. Sladkov
I love picking mushrooms!
You walk through the forest and look, listen, smell. You stroke the trees with your hand. I went yesterday. I left at noon. At first I walked along the road. At the birch grove, turn and stop.
cheerful grove! The trunks are white - close your eyes! The leaves flutter in the breeze, like solar ripples on water.
Under the birches there are boletus mushrooms. The leg is thin, the cap is wide. The bottom of the body was covered with only light caps. I sat down on a stump and listened.
I hear: chirping! This is what I need. Went to the chatter - came to pine forest. The pines are red from the sun, as if they were tanned. So much so that the peel peeled off. The wind flutters the peel, and it chirps like a grasshopper. Boletus mushroom in a dry forest. He planted his thick foot on the ground, strained himself, and lifted up a heap of needles and leaves with his head. The hat is pulled down over his eyes, he looks angrily...
I laid the second layer in the body with brown boletus. I stood up and smelled a strawberry scent. I caught a strawberry stream with my nose and walked as if on a string. There is a grassy hill ahead. In the grass, late strawberries are large and juicy. And it smells like they're making jam here!
The strawberries made my lips stick together. I’m not looking for mushrooms, not berries, but water. I barely found a stream. The water in it is dark, like strong tea. And this tea is brewed with mosses, heather, fallen leaves and flowers.
There are aspen trees along the stream. Under the aspen trees there are boletuses. Brave guys - in white T-shirts and red skullcaps. I put the third layer in the box - red.
Through the aspen tree there is a forest path. It twists and turns and where it leads is unknown. And who cares! I go - and for each vilyushka: then chanterelles - yellow gramophones, then honey mushrooms - thin legs, then russula - saucers, and then all sorts of things came: saucers, cups, vases and lids. There are cookies in vases - dry leaves. The tea in the cups is a forest infusion. The top layer in the box is multi-colored. My body has a top. And I keep walking: looking, listening, smelling.
The path ended, and the day ended. Clouds covered the sky. There are no signs either on earth or in heaven. Night, darkness. I went back along the path and got lost. He began to feel the ground with his palm. I felt, I felt, I found the path. So I walk, and when I get lost, I feel with my palm. Tired, my hands were scratched. But here's a slap with your palm - water! I scooped it up - a familiar taste. The same stream that is infused with mosses, flowers and herbs. That's right, the palm led me out. Now I checked this with my tongue! And who will lead further? Then he turned his nose.
The wind carried the smell from the very hill on which strawberry jam was cooked during the day. And following the strawberry trickle, like a thread, I came out onto a familiar hill. And from here you can hear the pine scales chirping in the wind!
Then the ear led. It drove and drove and led into a pine forest. The moon came through and illuminated the forest. I saw a cheerful girl in the valley birch grove. The white trunks shine in moonlight- at least squint your eyes. The leaves flutter in the breeze, like moon ripples on water. I reached the grove by eye. From here there is a direct road to the house. I love picking mushrooms!
You walk through the forest, and you have everything to do: your arms, your legs, your eyes, and your ears. And even the nose and tongue! Breathe, look and smell. Fine!
fly agaric
N. Sladkov
The handsome fly agaric looks kinder than Little Red Riding Hood and is more harmless ladybug. He also looks like a cheerful gnome in a red beaded cap and lace pantaloons: he’s about to move, bow to the waist and say something good.
And in fact, although it is poisonous and inedible, it is not entirely bad: many forest inhabitants even eat it and do not get sick.
Moose sometimes chew, magpies peck, even squirrels, which is why they know about mushrooms, and even those sometimes dry fly agaric mushrooms for the winter.
In small proportions, fly agaric, like snake venom, does not poison, but heals. And the animals and birds know this. Now you know too.
But never - never! - do not try to treat yourself with fly agaric. A fly agaric is still a fly agaric - it can kill you!
Rival
O. Chistyakovsky
One day I wanted to visit a distant hillock, where boletus mushrooms grew in abundance. Here it is, finally mine treasured place. Young graceful pines rose along a steep slope, covered with whitish dry moss and already faded heather bushes.
I was overcome with the excitement of a true mushroom picker. With a hidden feeling of joy, he approached the foot of the hill. The eyes searched, it seemed, every square centimeter of the earth. I noticed a white fallen thick leg. He picked it up and turned it over in bewilderment. Boletus leg. Where's the hat? I cut it in half - not a single wormhole. After a few steps I picked up another leg from porcini mushroom. Did the mushroom picker really only cut off the caps? I looked around and saw a stem from a russula, and a little further away - from a flywheel.
The feeling of joy gave way to annoyance. After all, this is laughter
Just fill your cart mushroom stems, even if from boletus mushrooms!
“We need to go to another place,” I decided and no longer paid attention to the white and yellow posts that came across every now and then.
He climbed out to the top of the mound and sat down to rest on a stump. A few steps away from me, a squirrel lightly jumped from a pine tree. She knocked down a large boletus, which I had just noticed, grabbed the cap with her teeth and ran towards the same pine tree. She strung her hat on a twig about two meters from the ground, and she jumped along the branches, smoothly swinging them. She jumped to another pine tree and jumped from it into the heather. And again the squirrel is on the tree, only this time it is pushing its prey between the trunk and the branch.
So that's who was picking mushrooms on my way! The animal stored them for the winter, hanging them on trees to dry. Apparently, it was more convenient to string the caps onto the knots than the fibrous stems.
Is there really nothing left for me in this forest? I went looking for mushrooms in a different direction. And luck awaited me - in less than an hour I collected a full basket of magnificent boletus mushrooms. My nimble rival did not have time to decapitate them.
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The brother's name was Ivan, and the sister's name was Kosichka. Their mother was angry: she made them sit on a bench and told them to be silent. It’s boring to sit, the flies bite or the pigtail plucks - and there’s a fuss, and the mother pulls up her shirt and - a splash.
If only I could go into the forest, even if I walked there on my head, no one would say a word. Thought about it Ivan and Kosichka yes in dark forest and ran away. They run, climb trees, tumble in the grass - such a squeal has never been heard in the forest.
By noon the children had calmed down, were tired, and wanted to eat.
“I wish I could eat,” Pigtail whined.
Ivan began to scratch his stomach.
“We’ll find a mushroom and eat it,” said Ivan. - Let's go, don't whine.
They found a boletus under an oak tree, and just as they were aiming to pick it, Pigtail whispered:
- Or maybe the mushroom hurts if you eat it?
Ivan began to think. And asks:
- Boletus, and boletus, does it hurt if you are eaten?
- Hurt.
Ivan and Pigtail went under the birch tree, where the boletus grew, and asked him:
- And you, boletus, if you eat, does it hurt?
“It hurts terribly,” the boletus responds.
Ivan da Pigtail asked for a boletus under an aspen, a white mushroom under a pine tree, a camelina in the meadow, a dry milk mushroom and a wet milk mushroom, a blueberry, a skinny honey fungus, an oiler, a chanterelle and a russula.
“It hurts, it hurts, it hurts,” the mushrooms squeal.
And he even spanked the wet milk mushroom with his lips:
- Why did you come to me, well, yours to the devil...
“Well,” says Ivan, “my stomach gave out.”
And Pigtail let out a roar. Suddenly, from under the rotten leaves, a red mushroom emerges, as if sprinkled with sweet flour - dense, beautiful. Ivan and Kosichka gasped:
- Nice little mushroom, can I eat you?
“You can, kids, you can, with pleasure,” the red mushroom answers them in a pleasant voice, and just like that it climbs into their mouth.
Ivan and Kosichka sat down over him and just opened their mouths, - suddenly, out of nowhere, mushrooms fly in: boletus and boletus, boletus and white boletus, skinny honey fungus and little blue milk mushroom, wet milk mushroom and dry milk mushroom, oiler, chanterelles and russula, and come on pound and pound red mushroom:
“Oh, you poison, Fly Agaric, you’re thinking of poisoning the kids so that you’ll burst, huh?”
Only flour flies from Fly Agaric.
“I wanted to laugh,” yells Fly Agaric, to laugh.
- We'll laugh at you! - the mushrooms shout and piled up so much that what’s left of the Fly Agaric wet place- burst. And where it remained wet, even the grass withered from the fly agaric poison.
“Well, now, kids, open your mouths for real,” said the mushrooms.
And every single one of the mushrooms went to Ivan and Pigtail, one after another, jumped into his mouth - and was swallowed.
Ivan and Kosichka ate to their heart's content and immediately fell asleep.
And in the evening the hare came running and took the children home. Mother saw Ivan and Pigtail, was delighted, gave just one spank, and even then lovingly, and gave the hare a cabbage leaf:
- Eat, drummer!