Whose thaw?

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.

My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!

There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, grow up, already arrived! In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - chirped Magpie. - I saw it first!

You saw, - Rook barked, - and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!

What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:

Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!

Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.

And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.

And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you search, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

Spring, spring, digger! - grumpy shouted Magpie.

Knew where to go! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...

Why do you need our thaw? creaked Skylark.

The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - he sees badly with his eyes! sneezed and said:

I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

How can you say that? - Lark was horrified. - Do you know, excavator, what spring is!

I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I do not need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.

In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

And scandals begin on thawed patches, - the Mole snorted again. - And for what? Thaw like thaw.

Don't tell! Soroka jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

Sit, walk, stretch! Grach barked. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! - Skylark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

Why are you arguing then? Mole didn't understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march.

Right! - said Magpie. - In the meantime, I'll take care of the seeds and beetles ...

Here the shouting and squabbling began again.

And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet spring. Sing songs, dig in the warm earth, kill the worm.

Time for me too! - Mole said. And he fell into a place where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even to argue with no one. Where it's always dark and quiet.

Hare round dance

Frost is still outside. But a special frost, spring. The ear that is in the shade freezes, and that in the sun burns. Drops from green aspens, but the droplets do not reach the ground, they freeze on the fly into ice. On the sunny side of the trees, the water glistens, and the shady side is covered with a frosted shell of ice.

Willows turned red, alder thickets turned red. Snow melts and burns during the day, frost snaps at night. It's time for rabbit songs. It's time for the night hare round dances.

How hares sing, you can hear at night. And how they lead a round dance, you can’t see it in the dark.

But you can understand everything in the footsteps: there was a straight hare path - from stump to stump, through bumps, through fallen trees, under white snowy gates - and suddenly spun in unimaginable loops! Eights among the birches, round dance circles around the Christmas trees, a carousel between the bushes.

It was as if the heads of the hares were spinning, and they went to wind and confuse.

They sing and dance: “Gu-gu-gu-gu-u! Goo-goo-goo!"

How they blow into birch pipes. Even the split lips are shaking!

They don't care about foxes and owls now. All winter they lived in fear, all winter they hid and were silent. Enough!

March in the yard. The sun overcomes the frost.

It's time for rabbit songs.

Time for hare dances.

Work with the artwork. 4th grade

Whose thaw? N. I. Sladkov

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.

My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!

There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, grow up, already arrived! In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - chirped Magpie. - I saw it first!

You saw, - Rook barked, - and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!

What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:

Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!

Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.

And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.

And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you search, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

Spring, spring, digger! - grumpy shouted Magpie.

Knew where to go! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...

Why do you need our thaw? creaked Skylark.

The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - he sees badly with his eyes! sneezed and said:

I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

How can you say that? - Lark was horrified. - Do you know, excavator, what spring is!

I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I do not need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.

In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

And scandals begin on thawed patches, - the Mole snorted again. - And for what? Thaw like thaw.

Don't tell! Soroka jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

Sit, walk, stretch! Grach barked. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! - Skylark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

Why are you arguing then? Mole didn't understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march.

Right! - said Magpie. - In the meantime, I'll take care of the seeds and beetles ...

Here the shouting and squabbling began again.

And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet spring. Sing songs, dig in the warm earth, kill the worm.

Time for me too! - Mole said. And he fell into a place where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even to argue with no one. Where it's always dark and quiet.

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Think about the questions. Mark the answers, complete the tasks.

1. What were the birds arguing about? Write down the answer. _____________________________

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1. Why did Magpie consider the thawed patch to be hers?

a) She saw her first.

b) She was waiting for her.

c) She lived there.

1. Why did the rook consider the thawed patch to be his own?

a) He saw her first.

B) He dreamed about her all winter.

c) He saw a lot of insects.

1. Why did the lark consider the thawed patch to be his own?

a) He saw her first.

B) He noticed a lot of spider bugs.

c) He was born here.

1. Why and how did the lark rejoice? Write down the answer. ______________

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1. Why did the mole appear on the thaw?

A) Rejoice at the arrival of spring.

b) meet friends.

C) Push the earth out of the hole.

1. How many larks are in the field? Find the answer in the text and write it down.

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1. Choose the statements that are given in the text.

B) How many thawed patches are in the field - so many larks in the sky.

C) Birds argue in spring.

D) In ​​the spring, the mole crawls out of the ground.

E) And it’s good to sing over thawed patches!

A) In the spring, thawed patches appear.

b) Snow melts in spring.

c) Birds come in spring.

D) In ​​the spring, thawed patches appear.

D) Birds argue in spring.

E) All living things rejoice in spring.

1. Define main idea fairy tales. Write it down. ______________________

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Whose thaw? (read with illustrations)

Nikolai Sladkov
Whose thaw?

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.

My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!

There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, grow up, already arrived! In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - chirped Magpie. - I saw it first!

You saw, - Rook barked, - and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!

What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:

Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!

Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.

And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.

And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you search, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

Spring, spring, digger! - grumpy shouted Magpie.

Knew where to go! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...

Why do you need our thaw? creaked Skylark.

The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - he sees badly with his eyes! sneezed and said:

I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

How can you say that? - Lark was horrified. - Do you know, excavator, what spring is!

I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I do not need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.

In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

And scandals begin on thawed patches, - the Mole snorted again. - And for what? Thaw like thaw.

Don't tell! Soroka jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

Sit, walk, stretch! Grach barked. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! - Skylark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

Spring has come. The sun began to bake harder, streams murmured, the forest began to wake up after a winter sleep. At such a time, you usually want spring to come as soon as possible, so that the buds on the trees bloom faster, the first flowers appear from under the snow, the birds fly in. And as it usually happens, when you are waiting for something, this something does not come in any way.

The hare loved spring. He was impatiently waiting for his garden to be free of snow, but this year there was so much snow in the winter that it seemed that it would not melt until the summer. For days on end, the Hare wandered through the forest, watched how spring drives away winter, tried to guess how big streams would flow, and visited old friends.
Once he went to his friend, the Hedgehog.
- Hi, Hare, - greeted the Hedgehog, - I'm glad you came. I'm doing spring cleaning right now. Can you help move the bed?
- Of course, - the Hare nodded, - at least some occupation.
- Are you bored or something? - asked the Hedgehog, moving the bed.
- I miss you, - the Hare sighed, - I want spring to come soon.
- Have you cleaned the house yet? Look how much dust is behind the bed! - The hedgehog took a rag and began to wash the floor. - If the winter is not driven out of the house with a rag, then spring will not come.
- Yes, all this is fairy tales, - the Hare waved his paw and sat down at the table, - especially since my house is always clean.
- Well done, but I can’t clean the house in winter. The mood is not right. But at the expense of fairy tales you are mistaken. Of course, winter is not hiding in my room, but you can still drive it away.
The hedgehog finished washing the floor, looked around.
- Everything seems to be. You can go.
- Where to go, - the Hare did not understand.
“Look at the spring,” explained the Hedgehog, putting on galoshes.
- What are you talking about? Wherever you go, it's still winter everywhere.
- And here and not everywhere, - the Hedgehog smiled. “I found an interesting place here the other day. Spring has already arrived there.
“It can’t be,” the Hare did not believe.
- Maybe! Let's go and see for yourself.
Friends went outside. The sun was shining brightly. The melted snow shone like huge mountains of crystal. Somewhere under the snow murmured streams.
The hedgehog led his friend along a trodden path down the river.
- Well, tell me, where are we going? - The hare was impatient to figure out what the Hedgehog was up to.
- I won’t tell you, - the Hedgehog smiled slyly, - otherwise there will be no surprise.
For a while, the friends walked in silence. It was very slippery and I had to constantly look under my feet.
- Yes, I know the whole forest! What can you show that I haven't seen?
- Let's go, let's go. There is very little left.
- And I guessed, we go to the house of mice. Right?
- Right! - Joyfully confirmed the Hedgehog.
- And what's so interesting about that?
- And here, look! - The hedgehog stopped and pointed with his paw at a large hummock.
The hare looked, and his mouth opened by itself in surprise: in the middle of the melting snowdrifts, a large tussock covered with young grass showed off as a bright green spot.
The thawed patch looked so unusual, so fabulous, that the hare involuntarily admired her. He stepped closer. The thawed patch was neatly cleared of snow. Old leaves and branches are collected separately in a pile. Pebbles were lined with a small fence that protected the site from the stream. In addition to grass, snowdrops and some other early flowers grew on the thawed patch. The Little Mouse was digging the garden with a tiny shovel. She noticed the guests and turned around.
- Hedgehog, Hare? Hello! Didn't expect to see you. Especially you, Bunny.
"Hello," said the Hare. – Why is it me especially?
- Don't be offended. It’s just that the Hedgehog sometimes comes in in the spring, but you’re so economic, in the spring you don’t even have a minute free.
- I? Yes, I’m like that, - the words of the Mouse liked the Hare, - only now there’s nothing to do, the snow hasn’t melted.
- We came to look at your garden, - explained the Hedgehog. “You have arranged everything so beautifully here.
- Glad you liked it. We've cleared the snow a long time ago. There was a lot of snow this year. And the grass under the snow has already begun to grow. Here we planted flowers, for beauty. This is where mouse lettuce will grow. And here, - the Mouse pointed to a plot on the edge of the thaw, - a sunflower will grow here. It will be huge, enormous, and in summer it will be possible to hide from the heat in its shade. But we haven't planted it yet, it's still early.
The hare looked and did not cease to be surprised. And the Mouse kept telling and telling:
- Lettuce grows quickly. He is not afraid of frost. So soon we will have fresh vitamins. And here is the radish. And here, - the Mouse pointed to a small tubercle, - here we planted a potato.
- Potatoes? - Surprised Hedgehog. - Where did you get it?
- Found in the fall and buried near the house. We thought we'd eat it in the spring, when other supplies ran out. And so she remained. And now we want to grow it.
- Great, - the Hedgehog admired, - how hardworking you are!
And then suddenly the Hare started up, as if he remembered something:
“Oh, what am I doing here to cool off,” he said in bewilderment, “I have a lot of things to do!” Bye!
He turned around and ran towards the house in big leaps.
- What's wrong with him? Mouse was surprised.
- Nothing, - the Hedgehog smiled, - you just drove the winter out of his head.
The mouse looked thoughtfully after the Hare, and then laughed out loud.

Spring Tales: 11 educational fairy tales in pictures and tasks for children. We introduce children to the world around us.

Tales about spring

In the article you will find a selection entertaining educational fairy tales about spring in pictures and tasks for children. Use them on a walk, when looking at spring paintings and photographs, in conversations about spring.

• discuss it,
• on a walk, observe the phenomena that are spoken of in a fairy tale.
• act out dialogues from a fairy tale with toys or pictures.
• come up with a continuation of the fairy tale, in which new characters will participate.

In the article you will find 11 fairy tales about spring for children of different ages- from preschool to junior school, as well as two cartoons - fairy tales about spring ("Spring Tale" and "Snow Maiden").

Tales about spring: How to hear spring in the forest?

Spring can be seen on the street, in a photograph, in a painting. Can you hear spring? How? Try with your child on a walk or on the way to Kindergarten, kids club, to the store, to visit to listen to spring. How to understand by the sounds that spring has come? (drops of icicles drip, streams ring, birds sing, etc.)

Hear Vesna's tale of her secrets and how you can hear her.

E. Shim. Spring.

“Do you hear?
Light drops evoke, streams splash, waves rumble with strings ... Louder, more joyful music!
It's me, Spring, now I'm going through the forest. I have a team of twelve of the fastest streams. They spread their foamy manes, rush from the hillocks, make their way in the dirty snow. Nothing will stop them!

Fly, my silver horses - hey, hey! Ahead lies a deserted land, fallen asleep in a dead sleep. Who will wake her up, who will call her to life?
I, Spring, will do it.

I have handfuls full of living water. I will sprinkle the earth with this water, and immediately everything around will come to life ...

Look - I waved my hand, and - the rivers wake up ... here they rise, swell ... break the green ice above them!

Look, I waved again and - trees and bushes are awakening ... branches are straightening ... sticky buds are unfolding!

Look - for the third time I waved my hand, and - all small living creatures fell asleep ... birds from the far south fly ... animals get out of dark holes!

Move, forest people, you will sleep! I myself am in a hurry - I am in a hurry and I do not order others to lie in place. Hurry up, otherwise a violent spill will catch up, surround you, someone will have to swim.

I can't wait, I have a long way to go. From the southern edge of the earth to the northern, to the most icy seas, I must rush on my frisky horses.

And then Frost is stubborn, at night, stealthily throws an ice bridle on my horses. He wants to detain me, stop me, turn living water into dead water.

But I won't give in to him.

In the morning the sun will inflame my horses, they will rush again and hit the road - and destroy all the ice barriers.

And again the bright drops evoke, again the streams splash, again they rumble ... Sings living water and the earth wakes up to a new life!”

Journey to the spring forest. After reading the fairy tale, invite the child to imagine that you are in the forest in the spring. What sounds will you hear? And what sounds of Spring did you and your children hear in a fairy tale (reread the words from the story:

• “Rivers are waking up… here they are rising, swell… breaking the green ice above them!” - and ask - "If the rivers rise, break the ice, then what can be heard ?,
• “every small living creature fell asleep” - what are these sounds? So, what else can be heard in the spring forest?
• “birds from the far south are flying” - what can you hear?
• “I have a team of twelve of the fastest streams. They spread their foamy manes, rush from the hillocks, make their way in the dirty snow. Nothing will stop them!" What kind of sounds do we hear in spring?

Discuss with children:“Why does the fairy tale say that “the sun will inflame the horses”? What kind of horses are in spring? How will the sun warm them up? What kind of ice bridle does Frost put on the horses of spring? (it covers them with ice at night, and in the morning and in the afternoon the ice melts, and streams run). It is very important that the children themselves try to figure out what kind of horses they are, discover for themselves this figurative comparison - streams are like horses in a team of Spring, on which she rides on the ground.

Draw Spring in her harness.

Ask the child:“How does spring keep the forest people from sleeping? How does she wake them up? Reread the passage: “Move, forest people, you will sleep! I myself am in a hurry - I am in a hurry and I do not order others to lie in place. Hurry up, otherwise a violent spill will catch up, surround you, someone will have to swim. Tell me about the spring flood.

The following fairy tales about spring will help you tell about the flood.

Tales of Spring: Spring Flood

G. Ladonshchikov. Bear

"Without need and without anxiety
The bear was sleeping in his lair.
Slept all winter until spring
And, probably, I saw dreams.

Suddenly, the clubfoot woke up,
Hears: caplet! —
Here's the trouble!
Fumbled in the dark with his paw
And jumped up
Around the water!
The bear hurried up:
Fills - not to sleep!
He got out and saw:
puddle,
Snow is melting…
Spring has come."

And that's how it was - listen to a fairy tale.

N. Sladkov Bear and the Sun

“Water leaked into the den - the Bear got his pants wet.
- So that you, slush, dry up completely! - scolded the Bear. - Here I am now!

It's not me, Medvedushka, that's to blame. The snow is to blame. Began to melt, let the water. And my business is water - I flow downhill.
- Oh, so it's Snow's fault? Here I am now! roared the Bear.
Snow whitened, frightened. He creaked in fright:

It's not me, Bear, to blame. The sun is to blame. So hot, so burned - melt here!

Ah, so it was the Sun that got my pants wet? - barked the Bear. - Here I am now!

What now"?

You can't grab the sun with your teeth, you can't get it with your paw. Shines to himself. Snow drowns, drives water into the lair. Wet the bear's pants.
There is nothing to do - the Bear got out of the den. He grumbled, grumbled, and squinted. Dry your pants. Meet the spring."

This story is very good for dramatization. Here are the figures that you can use to act out the dialogues from the fairy tale. You can make a simple finger theater or figurines on magnets or for a carpet maker.

You will find information on how to easily and quickly make a finger theater with children in the section “Dialogs-dramatizations”

E. Shim. Elk and mouse

“- What are you, moose, puffing?

- The river has overflowed. I swam through it, almost drowned ... Fu-u!

“Think about it, you bastard!” I've done more than you.

- Why did you suffer?

- And my mink has a puddle. She flooded all my housing, cut off all the paths ... I have been swimming on a knot for the third day!

E. Shim. fox and magpie

"Ahhhh!..

— Be healthy, Lisonka!

- You will be healthy here ... The snow is wet everywhere, the streams have overflowed, it is dripping from the trees. Not only the paws - the tail is damp through and through. At least squeeze it and hang it on a bush!

Read the story "The Woodpecker, the Hares and the Bear" and act it out with toys, pictures or finger theatre. Play out plastic sketches - the bear is sleeping, the bear woke up, the bear was frightened and angry that the water got wet, the bear was delighted to find sweet roots in the ground, the bear sings a spring song.

E. Shim. Woodpecker, hares and bear

“The snow began to melt in the forest, the hollow water rose and flooded the bear's lair.

The Bear woke up - so hot, what a grief! - a puddle under the belly, cold paws, even wet hair on the back of the neck ... He jumped out, shaking, chattering with his teeth.

And outside - it's not sweeter. It drips from all the trees, streams run from the hillocks, lakes have overflowed in the clearings. Nowhere to step dry!

The Bear slaps on the water - angry - wicked, growls:

“Pah, you abyss, what a life has gone! .. It was bad to sleep in the winter, and waking up is on you!” - even worse ... What is such a punishment for ?!

And suddenly he hears a song. Someone defiantly says this:

Knock-knock, bitches are shaking,
Knock, knock, knock!
Fur-fur? sixteen holes,
Dr-r-r-r-r-r-r-r-rr!

The Bear lifted his head and saw a woodpecker in a red cap on a birch. The Woodpecker leaned on his tail-support, beats the birch bark with his nose, giggles - he’s so happy!

- What are you, long-nosed, sang? asks the Bear.

- But why not sing something, grandfather? Spring came!..

- Well, what's good?

"You obviously haven't woken up yet!" Spring is red, you know?!

- Ugh, the abyss! Why did she like you so much?

— How than? Today every day is a holiday, every knot is a treat. So I flew to the birch, I made holes in the bark - knock! Knock! - and look ... sweet juice drips from them. Drink plenty and Praise the Red Spring!

“To whom is sweet juice, and to whom is cold water,” the Bear says. “Shut up, don’t tease, it’s sickening without you.”

Jump through the bush,
Through the hummock,
Back and forth,
Back and forth.

The Bear came closer - he sees: hares are playing in the clearing, chasing each other. They were so merry that they did not notice anything around them.

- “Shush, slanting! - the Bear barked. - what a mess!

- It's spring, grandpa! Spring is red!

“What use is she to you?”

- Yes, Grandpa! Every day we have a holiday, at every step there is a treat. Here they ran to this clearing, and here the green grass has already hatched, you can cram it ... How can one not praise the red and glorify Spring?

“To whom weed, to whom mud and slush,” the Bear says. Get out of here, don't hurt my soul, damned...

Then he wandered, slapping through the puddles with his paws. And the farther into the forest, the more songs and dances. All residents - from small birds to large animals - rejoice with great joy, they celebrate the spring holiday. The forest is ringing, walking!

The Bear sat down on a dry hillock, leaned on his paw, and began to mourn:

- How is it ... Everyone in the forest is fine, I alone have no joy. Am I the worst?

And then the sun came out from behind a cloud. It warmed the Bear's back, the parka curled over the wet skin ... The Bear grunted with pleasure, substitutes its sides. So nice to warm up after the cold!

From the warm earth, too, the park went. The Bear pulled his nose - it smells! .. Familiar, sweet!

He began to dig the earth, turned away the turf - and there the roots became envious. How did he forget about them? After all, you had to regale yourself, in the spring, the roots are juicy, sugarists - you won’t find a better treat!

Then he hears: a song. Someone outputs:

Ooh, ooh, dinner's good
Left side - on the bake,
And behind him - the right side,
I can't feel my feet underneath me
Thank you, spring, comforted!

I looked around - no one was there. And the song was right there!

I did not immediately realize that he himself began to sing.

That's how Spring pleased "

And here is another fairy tale about spring and spring floods. Think with your child how this fabulous spring story ended.

N. Sladkov. Three on one log

“The river overflowed its banks, the water spilled into the sea. Stuck on the island Fox and Hare. The Hare rushes around the island, says:

Ahead of the water, behind the Fox - that's the position!

And the Fox Hare shouts:

Sigai, Hare, to me on a log - you don’t drown!

The island goes under water. The Hare jumped to the Fox on a log - the two of them swam along the river.

Soroka saw them and chirped:

Interesting, interesting ... Fox and Hare on the same log - something will come of it!

The Fox and the Hare are swimming. Magpie flies from tree to tree along the shore.

Here the Hare says:

I remember, before the flood, when I was in the woods, I loved to look at willow branches with passion! So delicious, so juicy...

And for me, - Lisa sighs, - there is nothing sweeter than mice - voles. You won’t believe it, Hare, swallowed them whole, didn’t even spit out the bones!

Aha! - Soroka was alarmed. - It's starting!

She flew up to the log, sat down on a twig and said:

There are no tasty mice on the log. You, Fox, will have to eat the Hare!

The hungry Fox rushed at the Hare, but the log plunged by the edge - the Fox quickly returned to its place. She shouted angrily at Magpie:

Oh, and you are a harmful bird! Neither in the forest nor on the water is there peace from you. So you cling like a burr on the tail!

And Magpie, as if nothing had happened:

Now, Hare, it's your turn to attack. Where has it been seen that the Fox and the Hare get along? Push her into the water, I'll help!

The Hare closed his eyes, rushed at the Fox, but the log swayed - the Hare came back soon. And shouts at Magpie:

What a harmful bird! He wants to destroy us. They deliberately taunt each other!

A log floats on the river, the Hare and the Fox think on the log.

Tales of Spring: Spring Talks in the Forest

In March, hares are born to hares. They are called so - "nastovichok" (from the word - "nast" - a crust in the snow). Wolf cubs appear at the she-wolf. They are born very small and blind. Cubs are also born in other animals.

Here is a spring fairy tale about one such such hare - a baby. It contains a very unusual word "to cram", that is, to make notches.

E. Shim. Everything has its time

“A hare-nastovichok was born in March, when the earth was still covered with white snows.

The Bunny's coat is warm. Hare's milk is satisfying. The Hare sits under a bush, with round eyes looking in all directions. Nothing, you can live ...

Days pass. Bunny grows. And he got bored.

- Well, he says to the Hare, - will it be like this all the time? Sit under a bush, look at the white snow, wait until they feed you milk?

“Wait,” the hare says. - Everything has its time. Soon spring will break out, you will run through the green forest, cram sweet grass.

— Is it coming soon?

Days pass. The sun warms, the snow settles in the forest, there are puddles around the trees.

The bunny is impatient:

- Well, where is the green forest, where is the sweet grass? I don't want to wait any longer!

“Wait,” the hare says. - Everything has its time.

Days pass. The snow is melting in the forest, the drops are clicking, the streams are ringing.

The hare is unbearable:

- Well, where is the green forest? Where is the sweet weed? I won't, I won't wait any longer!

“Wait,” the Hare says again. - Everything has its time.

Days pass. There is a flood in the forest, fogs are creeping over the damp earth, the cries of cranes are heard in the sky.

- Well, - the Hare is sad, - you see, these are fairy tales - about a green forest and grass ... None of this happens in the world. And in vain I waited!

“Look! - The bunny says. – Look back!

The Hare looked around and saw the first green leaves on the birch. Tiny-tiddly! He looked at the ground - and saw how the first blade of grass sprouted. Thin - thin!

And so the Hare was delighted. So cheered up! Jumping on his clumsy paws, shouting:

— Aha! Aha! Spring has flared up! The leaves on the trees are green! Grass is sweet on earth! That's good! That's nice!

“The time for your joy has come,” the Hare grins.

- Yes, - says the Hare, - but how long! I'm all exhausted! Waiting, waiting, waiting, waiting...

“And if you hadn’t waited,” says the Hare, “wouldn’t you be happy with a tiny leaf, a thin blade of grass?”

In the spring, not only hares are born, but also other babies - little animals. Listen to the story about how mothers of animals talked to each other. Before reading, show the child pictures of animals and their cubs and ask them to guess how many children each has. Write down the number or draw in circles the named number. And then read the story and see if the children guessed. This is not a mathematical problem, and the most important thing in it is not to guess and draw a number, but on the contrary, to discover a miracle! – and marvel at the natural world! Therefore, do not tell the kids the correct answer, give them the opportunity to experience the joy of discovering the amazing world of nature!

E. Shim. hare family

“At the edge of a birch, forest mothers boasted to each other about their children.

“Oh, what a son I have! mom said Deer.- You can't look at him. The hooves are chiseled, the legs are straight, the neck is tall ... as light as a breeze!

“Mmm, son, of course, is not bad,” said mom Badger.- But where does he care about my children! They are so pretty, so smart! They were born in March, in April they already opened their eyes, and now - would you believe it? - they even run out of the hole ... - And how many of them do you have? Deer asked.

“Of course not one or two. As many as three!

“I can congratulate you,” said my mother. hedgehog. “But still, my children cannot be compared with yours. I have them - five souls! And you know, they already have hair ... and even the needles become hard ... Well, isn't it a miracle?

- Oink! mom said Boar.- Five is good. Well, what do you say if there are ten of them?

Who has ten? - mother Hedgehog was amazed.

— Oink-oink... I have exactly ten, and all as one... oink!.. hairy... oink!.. striped... oink! They squeal so thinly, like birds ... Where else can you find such a family?

Mothers did not have time to agree, when suddenly a voice was heard from the field:

And I have a better family!

- And mom appeared at the edge Hamster.

“Come on,” she said, “try to guess how many kids I have!”

Also ten! grunted Kabanikha's mother.

“Twelve?” asked Badger's mother.

- Fifteen? - whispered the mother of the Hedgehog and was frightened herself, naming such a large number.

— — No matter how! - said mother Hamster - Raise it higher! I have children - eighteen souls, what time! And what is there to talk about fur, about eyes - it's all nonsense. My kids have already started working. Even though they are small, everyone is already digging a mink for themselves, preparing housing. Can you imagine?

- Yes, your family is the most wonderful! All mothers agreed. - Just think: eighteen children - workers!

Mothers would have been surprised for a long time if it hadn’t appeared at the edge of the forest Bunny.

She did not brag, she walked quietly - silently.

No one would have known how many children she had if Mother Deer had not asked:

“Well, how many souls are there in your family?”

“I don’t know,” said the Hare. - Who counted them ... Maybe - a hundred, maybe - a thousand, or maybe - and even more.

— How so?! mothers jumped up. - Can not be!!.

“This is exactly what happens with us,” said the Hare. “We are not used to babysitting with our children. Rabbits are born, we feed them once, and then leave them somewhere under a bush - and goodbye!

- Why? How pitiless! mothers screamed.

- And then, that it is better. The hares will hide under a bush, they will quiet down - neither the wolf nor the fox will find them. And if we were close, we would have brought trouble on them.

But they are small!

- Small, but remote ... And they know how to hide, they see vigilantly, and they hear sensitively. Yes, their coats are warm.

- And who feeds them?

- Yes, any Hare that you meet. After all, we don’t have other people’s children, everyone is relatives. Today I will feed one, tomorrow another. So it turns out that all the hares in the forest are from my family. How many there are, no one knows. Maybe - a hundred, maybe - a thousand, and maybe - and even more. Count, try!

And then all the mothers realized that after all, the most amazing family in the forest is a hare.

Tales of Spring: Migratory Birds

Migratory birds return home in spring. The rooks arrive first. They are not afraid of the cold. Later - starlings, followed by larks.

On the ground, thawed patches appear; on the thawed patches, birds find seeds, bugs, and larvae.

Read to the children a very interesting spring educational fairy tale for children about what happened once on a spring thaw.

N. Sladkov. Whose thaw?

“I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.
- My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!
There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, grow up, already arrived! In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!
- Why is she yours? - chirped Magpie. - I saw it first!
“You saw it,” Rook barked, “and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!
- What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:
- Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!
Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.
Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.
And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.
- And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you search, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.
And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

Spring, spring, digger! - grumpy shouted Magpie.
- Knew where to please! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...
- Why do you need our thaw? creaked Skylark.
The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - he sees badly with his eyes! sneezed and said:

I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

How can you say that? - Lark was horrified. - Do you know, excavator, what spring is!
I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I do not need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.
- In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

And scandals begin on thawed patches, - the Mole snorted again. - And for what? Thaw like thaw.

Don't tell! Soroka jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

Sit, walk, stretch! Grach barked. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! - Skylark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

Why are you arguing then? Mole didn't understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march.
- Right! - said Magpie. - In the meantime, I'll take care of the seeds and beetles ...
Here the shouting and squabbling began again.
And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet spring. Sing songs, dig in the warm earth, kill the worm.

Time for me too! - Mole said. And he fell into a place where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even to argue with no one. Where it's always dark and quiet."

Act out a fairy tale with the help of finger theater. Pictures will help you. Cut out the images and make figurines with the children to act out the dialogues from the fairy tale.

Interesting fairy tales - cartoons for children about spring

Tale about the return of migratory birds to their homeland in the spring "Spring Tale"

Spring Tale - Cartoon Snow Maiden

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