Winter presentation. Description of winter nature
Stories for primary schoolchildren. Stories about the behavior of birds and animals in winter. Stories about winter life in the forest. Stories by Sladkov and Skrebitsky.
Nikolay Sladkov. Under the snow
Snow poured out and covered the ground. The various small fry were happy that no one would find them under the snow now. One animal even boasted:
- Guess who I am? Looks like a mouse, not a mouse. The size of a rat, not a rat. I live in the forest, and I’m called Vole. I am a water vole, or simply a water rat. Even though I am a merman, I am not sitting in the water, but under the snow. Because in winter all the water froze. I’m not the only one sitting under the snow now; many have become snowdrops for the winter. We've waited for carefree days. Now I’ll run to my pantry and pick out the biggest potato...
Here, from above, a black beak pokes through the snow: in front, behind, on the side! Vole bit her tongue, shrank and closed her eyes.
It was the Raven who heard the Vole and began to poke his beak into the snow. He walked above, poked, and listened.
- Did you hear it, or what? - muttered. And he flew away.
The vole took a breath and whispered to herself:
- Phew, how nice it smells like mouse meat!
Vole rushed backwards with all her short legs. I barely escaped. I caught my breath and thought: “I’ll be silent - the Raven won’t find me. What about Lisa? Maybe roll out in the grass dust to fight off the mouse spirit? I will do so. And I’ll live in peace, no one will find me.”
And from the snout - Weasel!
“I found you,” he says. He says this affectionately, and her eyes shoot out green sparkles. And the little white teeth shine. - I found you, Vole!
A vole in a hole - Weasel follows it. Vole in the snow - and Weasel in the snow, Vole in the snow - and Weasel in the snow. I barely escaped.
Only in the evening - without breathing! - Vole crept into her pantry and there - looking around, listening and sniffing! — I chewed a potato from the edge. And I was glad about that. And she no longer boasted that her life under the snow was carefree. And keep your ears open under the snow, and there they will hear and smell you.
Nikolai Sladkov. December trial
Birds and animals gathered on the lake.
December to judge.
Everyone has suffered a lot from him.
“December has shortened the day for us, and made the night very, very long.” It's dark now and you won't even have time to kill a worm. Who is in favor of condemning December for such arbitrariness?
- Everything, everything, everything! - everyone shouted.
And Owl suddenly says:
- I'm against! I work the night shift, and the longer the night, the more satisfying I am.
- In December there is boredom in the forest - nothing fun happens. Just look, you'll die of melancholy. Who is in favor of condemning December for boredom?
- Everything, everything, everything! - everyone shouted again.
And Burbot suddenly pops out of the hole and gurgles:
- I'm against! What kind of melancholy is there if I’m preparing for a wedding? Both my mood and my appetite. I don't agree with you!
— The snow in December is very bad: it doesn’t stay on top and you can’t reach the ground. Everyone was exhausted and emaciated. Who is in favor of kicking December out of the forest along with the bad snows?
- Everything, everything, everything! - everyone shouts.
But Teterev and Capercaillie are against it. They stuck their heads out from under the snow and muttered:
“We sleep great in the loose snow: hidden, warm, soft.” Let December remain.
The raven just spread its wings.
“They judged him, they punished him,” he says, “but it’s unknown what to do with December.” Leave or kick out?
Everyone shouted again:
“If you don’t do anything about it, it will end on its own.” You can't remove a month from the year. Let it stretch!
Raven rubbed his nose on the ice and croaked:
- So be it, go ahead, December, on your own! Yes, very much, look, don’t drag yourself out!..
Nikolai Sladkov. Complaints about the snowdrift
Tra-ta-ta-ta! What I saw, what I heard! Guys, the birds have a wonderful canteen - large, free, self-service! - they arranged it, and they, ungrateful ones, write complaints about them on the next snowdrift! They are picky and capricious.
The tap dancers followed with their paws in the snow: “The seeds and hemp in the dining room are recent. Your beak will go crazy while you bite through them! This kind of food gives us calluses on our tongues!” The great tit tapped with its nose: “Lard and lard are different!” They could hang out unsalted food too, salty stuff makes our stomachs hurt!” Puffy scribbled with his claw: “Disgrace! I arrived for a snack, and the dining room was covered in snow! Until the evening I dug up hemp. At least they made a canopy, or something!” The oatmeal jumped:
“I was left hungry, lunch was blown away by the wind! Who made a feeder without sides? The wind is in his head!
The bullfinch drew with its tail: “Where are the weed seeds? Where are the rowan, viburnum and elderberry? Where are the watermelon and melon seeds? »
Tra-ta-ta-ta! Oh, something will happen, oh, someone will get angry!
Georgy Skrebitsky. White fur coat
That winter there was no snow for a long time. The rivers and lakes have long been covered with ice, but there is still no snow. A winter forest without snow seemed gloomy and dull. All the leaves from the trees have long fallen, migratory birds have flown south, not a single bird squeaks anywhere; only the cold wind whistles among the bare, icy branches.
Once I was walking through the forest with the guys, we were returning from a neighboring village. We went out into a forest clearing. Suddenly we see crows circling in the middle of a clearing above a large bush. They croak, fly around him, then fly up, then sit on the ground. Probably, I think they found some food for themselves there.
They began to come closer. The crows noticed us - some flew away and settled in the trees, while others didn’t want to fly away, so they circled overhead.
We approached the bush, we looked - something was white under it, but we couldn’t make out what through the dense branches.
I parted the branches, and I saw a hare, white, white as snow. Huddled under the bush, pressed to the ground, lying there and not moving. Everything around is gray - both the earth and fallen leaves, and the hare among them turns white.
That’s why he caught the eye of the crows - he was dressed in a white fur coat, but there was no snow, which means he, the white one, had nowhere to hide. Let's try to catch him alive!
I stuck my hand under the branches, quietly, carefully, and immediately grabbed him by the ears - and pulled him out from under the bush!
The hare is struggling in his hands, trying to escape. Just look - one of his legs is dangling strangely. They touched her, but she was broken! This means that the crows beat him up a lot. If we hadn’t arrived on time, we probably would have completely scored.
I brought the hare home. Dad took a bandage and cotton wool from the first aid kit, bandaged the hare's broken leg and put it in a box. Mom put hay, carrots there, and a bowl of water. So our bunny stayed to live. I lived for a whole month. His leg was completely grown together, he even started jumping out of the box and wasn’t afraid of me at all. He’ll jump out, run around the room, and when one of the guys comes in, he’ll hide under the bed.
While the hare lived at our house, the snow fell, white, fluffy, like a hare’s fur coat. It is easy for a hare to hide in it. You won't notice it soon in the snow.
“Well, now we can release him back into the forest,” dad told us one day.
That's what we did - we took the hare to the nearest forest, said goodbye to him and released him into the wild.
The morning was quiet; the night before there had been a lot of snow. The forest became white and shaggy.
In an instant, our little bunny disappeared in the snowy bushes.
That's when his white fur coat came in handy!
The winter season is a time of magic. Frost decorated the window of my room with amazing patterns. And outside the window, large flakes of snow are falling from the sky, quietly falling to the ground and tree branches. Our street is solemn and indescribably beautiful in winter. A walk to the nearest park gives me a lot of pleasure. How cozy and good it is there.
Essay about Winter
A fabulous and beautiful time of year is winter. It brings cold and frost, snow storms and meter-long snowdrifts to the world. But at the same time, it gives the opportunity to have fun during the winter holidays, sledding and playing snowballs. Winter is a favorite time for many people and children. I love her very much too. Every year I look forward to it no less than summer.
When winter comes, the whole world becomes magical. Snowflakes sparkle in the sun, icicles hang from the roofs of houses and huts, and trees dress in original snow-white outfits. Many birds are still flying to warmer climes. And those who remain fly to the feeders in severe frosts and eat grain and bread there.
Essay about Winter
The snow-white beauty of winter has arrived - the favorite season of children. Sledding, skiing, ice skating, snow battles, snow fortresses, well-fed watchmen in every yard with carrots instead of a curious nose - how can you not love this time of year?
Winter is a very beautiful time of year. All the roads are covered with snow, which creaks so displeasedly underfoot, the trees seem to have dressed up in new snow-white dresses and stand without moving, and when a breeze accidentally runs through, a fluffy cloud silently falls from the branches to the ground. Everything sparkles and shimmers in the bright rays of the sun. On frosty winter days it shines brightly, but does not warm, it is not supposed to.
Essay on the theme Winter forest
The winter forest is like the enchanted kingdom of the Snow Queen. There is silence here. A fluffy snow-white cover covers the ground. It is also draped over tree branches like fur coats. It seems as if the trees in the winter forest are dressed in fairy tale outfits. Everything around is decorated with blinding snow, transparent ice and silvery frost. The forest is full of fragile winter jewels.
Essay - miniature on the theme Winter
Autumn slowly turns into early winter. In some places the first frost can already be seen, and in the morning you can feel a light frost. Closer to lunch, the sun warms up a little, but the warmth from its rays is practically not felt. You can feel the frosty breath of the coming winter in everything.
During the night the sky became overcast with gloomy clouds, and by morning, like fluff, the first flakes of snow fell from above. Whirling in this enchanting dance, the snowflakes slowly descended onto tree branches, the ground and roofs of houses, covering everything around with a white fluffy carpet. There is joy in my soul, and at the same time a slight sadness, watching this magical snowfall.
In the morning the clouds cleared and the sun came out. The snow has gradually melted in some places. This is what usually happens, because winter is just coming into its own.
Essay on the topic First snow
The first snow this year fell completely unexpectedly. On this day the weather in the morning was cloudy but quiet. Somewhere in the afternoon, large snowflakes began to fall from the sky. Before we even had time to look back, they turned into large white flakes. They fell on the asphalt and did not melt at all, because it was frosty.
Mini-essays about Winter(3,4,5 grade)
Option 1. Winter is a wonderful time of year. A time of holidays, joy and fun. Everything in the area is covered with snow, as if it were a fluffy and soft white carpet. There are so many activities in winter: you can play snowballs with friends, sledding, skating and skiing, sculpting snowmen and building snow castles! And there are many more fun winter games. I always look forward to winter coming!
Option 2. Winter forest Winter is a wonderful time of the year. To understand how beautiful it is, you need to visit the winter forest.
At first glance, it may seem that everything in the winter forest has fallen asleep until spring. But as soon as the sun appears, the forest seems to transform and come to life again. Although many forest animals have fallen into hibernation, there are still those who do not sleep and are looking for something to feed themselves in the winter forest. Here is a hare tearing off a piece of bark from a birch tree, a squirrel galloped with a nut in its teeth, dropping snow from the branches. A fox flashed between the trees. In the distance, importantly and slowly, an elk wanders through the forest in search of food. Bullfinches, like rowan berries, perched on a branch, watching everything from above. Beautiful in the winter forest, everything around is covered with a snow-white carpet, sparkling in the rays of the sun.
Option 3. Winter has come. It has become cold. Soft, fluffy snow covered the ground with a white blanket.
Rivers and streams froze. Many birds flew to distant hot countries. Hamsters, chipmunks and even bears went to sleep until spring.
But in winter we are delighted with bright bullfinches and cheerful titmice. It is not the cold that is terrible for birds in winter, but hunger. We made bird feeders. Every day we pour grains there, and the birds sing their sonorous songs to us for this.
There are many wonderful things in winter: skiing, skating, and sledding, but the most fun thing in winter is the New Year holiday. He comes with a Christmas tree, chocolates and gifts. All the children have fun with Father Frost and the Snow Maiden at school matinees.
We all love winter very much: dad, our cat, and of course me.
Option 4. Winter came. Today is a clear winter day, the sun is shining dazzlingly bright. Everything around was white and white: soft fluffy snow covered the ground in an even layer. Snow is everywhere: on benches, on the roofs of houses, on trees. The trees stand in the snow, like apple trees in blossom. White-white. And only here and there red clusters of rowan berries are visible. There are many bird tracks under the rowan trees. The highway has shed its snow-white outfit, and it seems that the road is meandering like a black snake between tall houses in snow-white caps. People are in a hurry somewhere, leaving chains of their footprints in the snow that are intertwined with each other. And the guys with joyful shouts go down the hill on sleds: they have fun even in the cold. And the snow glitters in the sun, sparkles and shimmers.
Essay on winter | November 2017
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K.V. Lukashevich
She appeared wrapped up, white, cold.
- Who are you? - the children asked.
- I am 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, Grandfather Frost, will come and freeze the fields, meadows and rivers. And if the guys start being naughty, it will freeze their hands, feet, cheeks and noses.
- Oh oh oh! What a bad winter! What a scary Santa Claus! - said the children.
- Wait, children... But I will give you a ride from the mountains, skates and sleds. And then your favorite Christmas will come with a merry Christmas tree and Grandfather Frost with gifts. Don't you love winters?
kind girl
K.V. Lukashevich
It was a harsh winter. Everything was covered with snow. It was hard for the sparrows. The poor things could not find food anywhere. Sparrows flew around the house and chirped pitifully.
The kind girl Masha took pity on the sparrows. She began collecting bread crumbs and sprinkled them on her porch every day. The sparrows flew in to feed and soon stopped being afraid of Masha. So the kind girl fed the poor birds until spring.
Winter
Frosts have frozen the ground. Rivers and lakes froze. There is white fluffy snow everywhere. Children are happy about winter. It's nice to ski on fresh snow. Seryozha and Zhenya play snowballs. Lisa and Zoya are making a snow woman.
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.
Volodya was at the Christmas tree
Daniil Kharms, 1930
Volodya was at the Christmas tree. All the children were dancing, but Volodya was so small that he couldn’t even walk yet.
They put Volodya in a chair.
Volodya saw the gun: “Give me! Give me!” - shouts. But he can’t say “give”, because he’s so small that he doesn’t know how to speak yet. But Volodya wants everything: he wants an airplane, he wants a car, he wants a green crocodile. I want everything!
"Give! Give!" - Volodya shouts.
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 a chair and ringing his rattle. Volodya really liked the rattle!
Last year I was at my friends and girlfriends' Christmas tree
Vanya Mokhov
Last year I was at my friends and girlfriends' Christmas tree party. It was a lot of fun. On Yashka's Christmas tree - he played tag, on Shurka's Christmas tree - he played blind man's buff, on Ninka's Christmas tree - he looked at pictures, on Volodya's Christmas tree - he danced in a round dance, on Lizaveta's Christmas tree - he ate chocolates, on Pavlusha's Christmas tree - he ate apples and pears.
And this year I’ll go to the school Christmas tree - it will be even more fun.
Snowman
Once upon a time there lived a snowman. He lived on the edge of the forest. It was filled with children who came here to play and sled. They made three lumps of snow and placed them on top of each other. Instead of eyes, they inserted two coals into the snowman, and instead of a nose, they inserted a carrot. 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, but the snowman was left alone, standing in the cold winter wind. Suddenly he saw that two birds had flown to the tree under which he was standing. One big one with a long nose began to chisel the tree, and the other began to look at the snowman. The snowman got scared: “What do you want to do to me?” And the bullfinch, and it was he, replies: “I don’t want to do anything with you, I’m just going to eat a carrot.” “Oh, oh, don’t eat the carrots, it’s my nose. Look, there’s a feeder hanging on that tree, the children left a lot of food there.” The bullfinch thanked the snowman. Since then they became friends.
Hello, winter!
So, it has come, the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, still gloomy like autumn yesterday, 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 house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. Whether you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or whether you look around you closely, everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow. Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! What gentle, soft snowflakes smoothly swirl in the air. No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter, because it, just like spring, fills our chests with an exciting feeling. Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile and want to say in a friendly manner to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, winter!”
“Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”
The day was mild and hazy. The reddish sun hung low above long, layered clouds that looked like snow fields. In the garden there were pink trees covered with frost. Vague shadows on the snow were saturated with the same warm light.
Snowdrifts
(From the story “Nikita’s Childhood”)
The wide yard was completely covered with shining, white, soft snow. There were deep human and frequent dog tracks in it. The air, frosty and thin, stung my nose and pricked my cheeks with needles. The carriage house, barns and cattle yards stood squat, covered with white caps, as if they had grown into the snow. The tracks of the runners ran like glass from the house across the entire yard.
Nikita ran down the porch along the crunchy steps. Below there was a brand new pine bench with a twisted rope. Nikita examined it - it was made firmly, tried it - it glides 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, wide willows, almost reaching to the sky, covered with frost - each branch looked like it was made of snow.
Nikita turned right, towards the river, and tried to follow the road, in the footsteps of others...
During these days, large fluffy snowdrifts have accumulated on the steep banks of the Chagry River. In other places they hung like capes over the river. Just stand on such a cape - and it will groan, sit down, and a mountain of snow will roll down in a cloud of snow dust.
To the right, the river meandered like a bluish shadow between white and fluffy fields. To the left, just above the steep slope, were the black huts and the cranes of the village of Sosnovki sticking out. Blue high smoke rose above the roofs and melted. On the snowy cliff, where spots and stripes were yellow from the ash that had been raked out of the stoves today, small figures were moving. These were Nikitin’s friends - boys from “our end” of the village. And further, where the river curved, other boys, “Kon-chansky”, very dangerous, were barely visible.
Nikita threw the shovel, lowered the bench onto the snow, sat astride it, grabbed the rope tightly, pushed 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, down, like an arrow. And suddenly, where the snow ended above the steep slope, the bench flew through the air and slid onto the ice. She went quieter, quieter, and became quieter.
Nikita laughed, got off the bench and dragged her up the mountain, getting stuck up to his knees. When he climbed up the bank, not far away, on a snowy field, he saw a black figure, taller than a man, as it seemed, of Arkady Ivanovich. Nikita grabbed a shovel, rushed onto the bench, flew down and ran across the ice to the place where the snowdrifts hung over the river.
Having climbed under the very cape, Nikita began to dig a cave. The work was easy - the snow was cut with a shovel. Having dug out a cave, Nikita climbed into it, dragged in a bench and began to fill it 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 have you gone? - he heard Arkady Ivanovich’s voice.
Nikita... looked into the gap between the clods. Below, on the ice, Arkady Ivanovich stood with his head raised.
-Where are you, robber?
Arkady Ivanovich adjusted his glasses and climbed towards the cave, but immediately got stuck up to his waist;
“Get out, I’ll get you out of there anyway.” Nikita was silent. Arkady Ivanovich tried to climb
higher, but got stuck again, put his hands in his pockets and said:
- If you don’t want to, don’t. Stay. The fact is that mom received a letter from Samara... However, goodbye, I'm leaving...
- Which letter? - Nikita asked.
- Yeah! So you're here after all.
- Tell me, who is the letter from?
— A letter about the arrival of some people for the holidays.
Lumps of snow immediately flew from above. Nikita's head poked out of the cave. Arkady Ivanovich laughed cheerfully.
Buran
A snowy white cloud, as huge as the sky, covered the entire horizon and quickly covered the last light of the red, burnt evening dawn with a thick veil. Suddenly night came... the storm came with all its fury, with all its horrors. A desert wind blew up in the open air, blew up the snowy steppes like swan's fluff, and threw them up to the skies... Everything was covered in white darkness, impenetrable, like the darkness of the darkest autumn night!
Everything merged, everything was mixed up: the earth, the air, the sky turned into an abyss of boiling snow dust, which blinded the eyes, took up one’s breath, roared, whistled, howled, moaned, beat, ruffled, spit on all sides, wrapped itself above and below like a snake, and strangled everything he came across.
The heart of the most timid person sinks, the blood freezes, stops from fear, and not from cold, for the cold during snowstorms is significantly reduced. The sight of the disturbance of winter northern nature is so terrible...
The storm raged hour by hour. It raged all night and all the next day, so there was no driving. Deep ravines were made into high mounds...
Finally, the excitement of the snowy ocean began to subside little by little, which still continues even then, when the sky already shines with a cloudless blue.
Another night passed. The violent wind died down and the snow settled. The steppes presented the appearance of a stormy sea, suddenly frozen over... The sun rolled out into a clear sky; its rays began to sparkle on the wavy snow...
Winter
Real winter has already arrived. The ground was covered with a snow-white carpet. Not a single dark spot remained. Even the bare birches, alders and rowan trees were covered with frost, like silvery fluff. They stood covered in snow, as if they were wearing an expensive, warm fur coat...
The first snow was falling
It was about eleven o'clock in the evening, the first snow had recently fallen, and everything in nature was under the power of this young snow. There was a smell of snow in the air, and the snow crunched softly underfoot. The ground, the roofs, the trees, the benches on the boulevards - everything was soft, white, young, and this made the houses look different than yesterday. The lights burned brighter, the air was clearer...
Farewell to summer
(Abridged)
One night I woke up with a strange sensation. It seemed to me that I had gone 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 that there was simply an extraordinary silence outside the walls of the house. This kind of silence is called “dead”. The rain died, the wind died, the noisy, restless garden died. You could only hear the cat snoring in its sleep.
I opened my eyes. White and even light filled the room. I got up and went to the window - everything was snowy and silent outside the glass. A lonely moon stood at a dizzying height in the foggy sky, and a yellowish circle shimmered around it.
When did the first snow fall? I approached the walkers. It was so light that the arrows showed clearly. They showed two o'clock. I fell asleep at midnight. This means that in two hours the earth changed so unusually, in two short hours the fields, forests and gardens were bewitched by the cold.
Through the window I saw a large gray bird land on a maple branch in the garden. The branch swayed and snow fell from it. The bird slowly rose and flew away, and the snow kept falling like glass rain falling from a Christmas tree. Then everything became quiet again.
Reuben woke up. He looked outside the window for a long time, sighed and said:
— The first snow suits the earth very well.
The earth was elegant, looking like a shy bride.
And in the morning everything crunched around: frozen roads, leaves on the porch, black nettle stems sticking out from under the snow.
Grandfather Mitriy came to visit for tea and congratulated him on his first trip.
“So the earth was washed,” he said, “with snow water from a silver trough.”
- Where did you get these words from, Mitrich? - Reuben asked.
- Is there anything wrong? - the grandfather grinned. “My mother, the deceased, told me that in ancient times, beauties washed themselves with the first snow from a silver jug and therefore their beauty never faded.
It was difficult to stay at home on the first winter day. We went to the forest lakes. Grandfather walked us to the edge of the forest. He also wanted to visit the lakes, but “the ache in his bones did not let him go.”
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, going around familiar places. Flocks of bullfinches sat, ruffled, on snow-covered rowan trees... Here and there in the clearings birds flew and squeaked pitifully. The sky above was very light, white, and towards the horizon it thickened, and its color resembled lead. Slow snow clouds were coming from there.
The forests became increasingly gloomy, quieter, and finally thick snow began to fall. It melted in the black water of the lake, tickled my face, and powdered the forest with gray smoke. Winter has begun to rule over the earth...
Winter night
Night has fallen in the forest.
Frost taps on the trunks and branches of thick trees, and light silver frost falls in flakes. In the dark high sky, bright winter stars were scattered, apparently and invisibly...
But even on a frosty winter night, hidden life in the forest continues. A frozen branch crunched and broke. It was a white hare running under the trees, bouncing softly. Something hooted and suddenly laughed terribly: somewhere an eagle owl screamed, weasels howled and fell silent, ferrets hunted for mice, owls silently flew over the snowdrifts. Like a fairy-tale sentry, a big-headed gray owlet sat down on a bare branch. In the darkness of the night, he alone hears and sees how life goes on in the winter forest, hidden from people.
Aspen
The aspen forest is beautiful even in winter. Against a background of dark spruce trees, a thin lace of bare aspen branches intertwines.
Night and daytime birds nest in the hollows of old thick aspens, and mischievous squirrels store up their supplies for the winter. People hollowed out light shuttle boats from thick logs and made troughs. Snowshoe hares feed on the bark of young aspen trees in winter. The bitter bark of aspens is gnawed by moose.
It used to be that you were walking through the forest, and suddenly, out of the blue, a heavy black grouse would break loose with a noise and fly. A white hare will jump out and run almost from under your feet.
Silver flashes
It's a short, gloomy December day. Snowy twilight is level with the windows, a cloudy dawn at ten o'clock in the morning. During the day, a flock of children returning from school chirps, drowning in snowdrifts, a cart with firewood or hay creaks - and it’s evening! In the frosty sky behind the village, silver flashes—the northern lights—begin to dance and shimmer.
At a sparrow's hop
Not much - just a sparrow's jump added a day after the New Year. And the sun had not yet warmed up - like a bear, on all fours, it crawled along the spruce tops across the river.
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Essay about winter grades 5-11
Winter almost always comes suddenly. Quiet and solemn. Everything in nature freezes in anticipation of her arrival. The earth, tormented by the cold autumn rains, dies at night, freezing with an icy crust, but by the middle of the day it comes to its senses, awakened by the sharp, dreary drizzling rain, turning into continuous impenetrable slush. And it seems that there will be no end to the heavy black clouds, and the viscous gray drizzle will never recede.
But something changes, it becomes even darker, the air thickens, electrified with foreboding. It is precisely when tension reaches an unknown limit that winter comes. Instead of raindrops, leaden clouds begin to drop snow. At first, rare, timid snowflakes gently fall to the ground. Gradually, there are more snowflakes, they become crowded, they stick together into flakes, and the clouds, silently and with relief, rush to shower snow on the ground. The ground quickly becomes covered with a thick fluffy blanket. Everything is drowning in whiteness - both the earth and the sky. And it seems that nature is breathing a sigh of relief - winter has come!
And a miracle happens! A ray of sunshine breaks through the hole in the thinning cloud! Bright, powerful, triumphant! And everything explodes into myriads of sparkling diamonds of incomprehensible purity. The snow shines with all the colors of the rainbow, notifying all living things on earth that the most enchanting, most magical time of the year has come into its own!
And the trees in the park no longer look gloomy and doomed to die. They wrapped themselves comfortably in snow shawls and fell asleep until spring. And only in their sweet dreams will they see how the brightest holiday of Christmas will come. And without them, the New Year will come, bringing magic to every home, giving long-awaited gifts to children and new hopes to adults. January blizzards will rage, twisting snow avalanches prickly from frost into tight spirals, treacherous February will deceive you many times with sudden thaws, giving way to ringing frosts. The cheerful Maslenitsa will end, filling the air with the alluring smells of pancakes and hot samovars.
And then winter, tired of the endless series of holidays, snapping at the spring that is hastening its departure, will retire to its penates. And the earth will wake up, awakened by the gentle sun and the staccato drops, rested and fertile.
Essay on winter - grades 3, 4
Winter is the coldest season of the year, a time of blizzards and severe frosts. But despite this, for many people it is their favorite time of year. Winter is a time of holidays and fun.
In winter, people celebrate Catholic Christmas, New Year, Orthodox Christmas, Old New Year, Valentine's Day, February 23. And that’s why winter brings joy to many people.
How are children looking forward to winter? You can go sledding, skiing, ice skating, play snowballs, and make a snow woman. Each season is interesting in its own way.
Winter is also a very beautiful time of year. She simply fascinates with her beauty. You go out into the street in the morning, and everything glitters there, shimmering with millions of diamonds. All the trees are sparkling. Towards evening, when the sun slowly sinks below the horizon, a play of colors begins. The snow turns orange, then pink, and the frost on the trees begins to shimmer with all the colors of the rainbow.
After the sun set, the moon began to rise, illuminating everything around with a silver light. And the snow began to glisten again. Cold stars light up in the sky one after another. How beautiful it is all around! Like in a fairy tale! And you look at all this beauty with bated breath, as if you were afraid to destroy this winter fairy tale. Yes, every season is amazing and unique in its own way.
Mini essay
Winter for me is a time of magic. The frost painted my window with fancy patterns. Outside the window, snowflakes are falling lightly and weightlessly from the sky. Trees pick them up with branches. Our whole street is unusually solemn in winter. If you go to the park. How good it is there. The Christmas trees put on lush snow coats. The birch alley is especially beautiful. She is dressed up in fluffy, snow-white snow, sparkling in the rays of the sun. The white trunks of birch trees illuminated by the sun's rays dazzle your eyes. There are several small branches lying on the snow. Most likely, some birds recently fed on birch buds and catkins here. Those who walk through the winter park probably think that winter is a majestic cathedral created by some unknown wizard. Despite the mesmerizing beauty of the winter park, for some reason I feel sad. The winter sun is setting so quickly, and now it's time to go home. If I go to bed quickly, then tomorrow will come, and after school and homework, I and my friends will go back to visit winter.
Miniature essay (grades 1-2)
Autumn gradually gives up its rights winter. In the morning it is already much colder, and in some places the first frost appears. During the day, the sun tries to warm the air, but it probably doesn’t have enough strength. The frosty breath of winter is felt throughout.
During the night, clouds gathered in the sky, and in the morning, like fluff, the first light snowflakes fell from them. They danced and covered the ground with a snow-white carpet. This magical snowfall made my soul both happy and sad.
In the morning the sun came out and the snow gradually began to melt. This always happens, because it’s only the first snow!
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