Bunny and Bear
Ecological fairy tale
This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.
One day the Bunny and the Little Bear went for a walk in the forest. They took food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun was shining. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped there. The Bunny and the Little Bear played, had fun, and tumbled on the soft green grass.
Towards evening they got hungry and sat down to have a snack. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home happy.
Time has passed. The playful girls went for a walk in the forest again. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the friends were in high spirits, and they started a competition. But trouble happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the little bear got his paw into a tin can and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.
This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not end up in the same story as the animals.
Masha and the Bear
Ecological fairy tale
In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village, there lived a grandfather and a woman in a hut. And they had a granddaughter - a restless girl named Masha. Masha and her friends loved to go for walks on the street and play different games.
Not far from that village there was a large forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: papa bear Mikhailo Potapych, mama bear Marya Potapovna, and little bear son Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there was a lot of fish in the river, there were enough berries and roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And how clean the air was in the forest, the water in the river was clear, the grass was green all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.
And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to harvest twigs and bark for weaving. That forest fed and helped everyone. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going into the forest, organizing picnics and walks. They have fun, play, pick rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave behind garbage - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, pieces of paper, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up anything after themselves, they thought nothing bad would happen.
And it became so dirty in that forest! Mushrooms and berries no longer grow, and flowers are no longer pleasing to the eye, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why was it so dirty all around? And then they saw Masha and her friends relaxing in the forest, and they understood where all the forest troubles came from. Mikhailo Potapych became furious! On family council the bears figured out how to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note telling people not to go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would bully them.
People woke up in the morning and couldn’t believe their eyes! All around there is dirt, garbage, no earth in sight. And after reading the note, people were saddened; how could they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the trash. And they went into the forest to ask the bears for forgiveness. They apologized for a long time, promised not to harm the forest anymore, to be friends with nature. The bears forgave them and taught them how to behave correctly in the forest and not cause harm. And everyone only benefited from that friendship!
No place for trash
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there was Garbage. He was ugly and angry. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began throwing bags, newspapers, and leftover food past trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud that his possessions were everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage add “strength” to garbage. Some people throw candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. The trash just rejoices at this. After some time, there was more and more garbage.
Not far from the city lived a Wizard. He loved the clean city very much and rejoiced at the people who lived in it. One day he looked at the city and was very upset. There are candy wrappers, paper everywhere, plastic cups.
The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Neatness, Order. And he said: “You see what people have done! Let's bring order to this city! The assistants, together with the Wizard, began to restore order. They took brooms, dustpans, rakes and began to remove all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness and order, but we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants chanted. I saw Garbage that Cleanliness was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on - it’s better not to fight with us!”
The garbage was terrified. Yes, when he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - where can I go?” Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked at him sternly and began to threaten him with a broom. He ran from the city of Garbage, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove it all. There are still yards, I’ll wait for better times!”
And the Wizard's assistants removed all the garbage. All around the city it became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said: “This is paper - not garbage. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it,” and she placed old newspapers, magazines, and cardboard in a paper container.
Accuracy announced: “We’ll feed the birds and pets with the leftover food. We will take the rest of the food waste into containers for food waste. And glass, empty jars and glassware We’ll put it in a glass container.”
And Order continues: “And we won’t throw away plastic cups and bottles. The children will have new toys made of plastic. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let’s, friends, learn from nature,” and threw it into the plastic trash bin.
So our wizard and his assistants brought order to the city, taught people to save natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.
A tale about a trash-cursor
Ecological fairy tale
In a far, distant forest, on a small hill in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and whiled away the years. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.
And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old people could be proud of their forest.
And they had two assistants, two bears: the busybody Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not give offense to the forest villagers.
And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear autumn morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, they waited: what will happen?
The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People came with baskets, buckets and backpacks to pick up mushrooms. Until the evening, the cars hummed, and the old forest man and the old forest woman sat hidden in the hut. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.
And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The old people came out, sat on the rubble, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch their legs and take a walk through the forest. They looked around and were stunned: the forest was not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it would be a pity to even call a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.
The old forest man shook his beard:
So what is this being done?! Let's go, old lady, clean up the forest, remove the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!
They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun the screw - and out of the garbage arose an incomprehensible beast, skinny, unkempt and, at the same time, terribly disgusting: Junk-Wretched. The bones rattle, the whole forest laughs:
Along the road through the bushes -
Junk, junk, junk, junk!
In untrodden places -
Junk, junk, junk, junk!
I am great, many-sided,
I am paper, I am iron,
I am plastic-useful,
I am a glass bottle
I am damned, damned!
I'll settle in your forest -
I will bring a lot of grief!
The forest villagers got scared and called out to the bears. Busy Masha and grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What is left for the Junk-Wretched Man to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper. He gathered himself into a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became the Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast at that.
What to do? How to get to Khlamishche-Okayanishche? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old forest dwellers became depressed, the bears became quiet. They just hear someone singing and driving through the forest. They look: and this is the Queen of the Forest on a huge fiery red fox. As he drives, he wonders: why is there so much garbage lying around in the forest?
Remove all this trash immediately!
And the foresters responded:
We can't handle it! This is not just rubbish, it is a Junk-Cursed: an incomprehensible, skinny, unkempt beast.
I don’t see any beast and I don’t believe you!
The Forest Queen bent down, reached for the piece of paper, and wanted to pick it up. And the piece of paper flew away from her. All the garbage gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, becoming a Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast.
The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:
Look, what a freak! What a beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! The good pit is crying for you!
She waved her hand - the ground parted, creating a deep hole. The Khlamishche-Okayanische fell there, couldn’t get out, lay down at the bottom.
The Forest Queen laughed:
That's it - it's good!
The old forest people don’t want to let her go, and that’s all. The junk disappeared, but the worries remained.
And if people come again, what will we, Mother, do?
Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears to the forest!
The forest has calmed down. The Queen of the Forest rode off on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their little hut, living and living, drinking tea. The sky is frowning or the sun is shining, the forest is beautiful and joyfully bright. There is so much joy and bright joy in the whisper of leaves, in the breath of the wind! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!
But as soon as the cars began to hum again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call their bear neighbors for help. They entered the forest, growled, and stood up on their hind legs. People got scared and let's run! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.
Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, they taught the bears, they surrounded the Khlamishche-Okayanische, drove them to the pit, and drove them into the pit. He couldn’t get out of there; he lay down at the bottom.
But the troubles of the old forest woman and the forest forest grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers and hunters for bear skins came into the forest. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled sadly from the shots. Those who could, flew away, and those who could, ran away. For some reason it became joyless in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!
But the hunters suddenly notice: a red light flashes behind the bushes.
Save yourself! Let's quickly run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's die! We'll burn!
The hunters noisily climbed into their cars, got scared, and sped out of the forest. And this is just the Queen of the Forest racing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the little hill disappeared, and the hut disappeared with the woodsmen. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason, in that place there became a huge impassable swamp.
The Queen of the Forest is waiting for people to become kind and wise and stop acting up in the forest.
The story of one drop
(sad tale about water)
A transparent stream of water ran from an open tap. The water fell straight to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably absorbed into the cracked from the scorching sun rays soil.
A heavy drop of water, timidly peeking out from this stream, looked down with caution. In a split second, her entire long, eventful life flashed through her head.
She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the ground. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among the birches whispering tender words to them, among the flaming bright colors flowers of meadows, among fragrant forest herbs. How Little Drop loved to look at the clear high sky, at the feather-light clouds slowly floating and reflected in small mirror Spring.
The droplet remembered how the Spring, which over time became bold and strong, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, hills and sandy mounds on its way, swept through the lowlands, choosing a place for its new refuge.
Thus was born the River, which wound like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.
And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. Small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Many birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. At sunrise, roe deer and deer visited the watering hole, the thunderstorm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - did not mind tasting the cleanest and most delicious icy water.
Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans who settled nearby by the water.
And in winter, children's laughter could be heard near the River; children and adults set up a skating rink on the River and were now gliding along the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! The droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with the people.
All this happened. But it seems so long ago!
For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, enjoy the River, drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, he doesn’t just take it, but spends it in a completely uneconomical way.
And now water flowed out in a thin stream from the tap, and a drop of water, closing its eyes, set off into a frightening, unknown future.
“Do I have a future? - Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”
How Cloud was in the desert
(a tale about a place where there is no water)
Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.
How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought, looking around. - Everything is so yellow...
The wind came and leveled the sandy hills.
How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought again. - Everything is so smooth...
The sun began to get hotter.
How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought once again. - Everything is so warm...
The whole day passed like this. Behind him is the second, the third... Cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.
Week is gone. Month. It was both warm and light in the desert. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.
There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, the splash of fish in the river.
Cloud cried. No, the desert cannot see lush meadows or dense oak forests, its inhabitants cannot inhale the scent of flowers, nor can it hear the ringing trill of a nightingale.
The most important thing is missing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.
The Power of Rain and Friendship
(a tale about the life-giving power of water)
An alarmed Bee was circling over the lawn.
How can this be? It hasn't rained for many days.
She looked around the lawn. The bells lowered their heads dejectedly. Daisies folded their snow-white petals. The drooping grasses looked up to the sky with hope. The birches and rowan trees were talking sadly among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from soft green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Bugs, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. The Hare, Fox and Wolf were languishing from the heat in their warm fur coats, hiding in holes and not paying attention to each other. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry patch to at least escape from the scorching sun.
Tired of the heat. But there was still no rain.
Grandfather Bear, - Bee buzzed, - tell me what to do. There is no escape from the s-s-heat. The rain-j-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.
And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - answered the old wise Bear, - he walks all over the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.
The Bee flew off in search of the Wind.
And he was playing mischief at that time in distant countries. Little Bee found him and told him about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. Cloud did not immediately understand why Bee and Breeze disturbed him. And when I saw drying forests, fields, meadows, and unfortunate animals, I became worried:
I will help the lawn and its inhabitants!
The Cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.
She sulked and sulked until she burst into warm summer rain.
The rain danced dashingly across the revived lawn. He walked on the Earth, and everything around
fed on water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.
And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.
The Story of Little Frog
(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)
Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looking at the sky.
The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. This must be the pond, only in reverse. If so, then there are probably frogs there.
He jumped up on his thin legs and shouted:
Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pond! If you can hear me, respond! Let's be friends!
But no one responded.
Ah well! - exclaimed the Frog. – Are you playing hide and seek with me?! There you are!
And he made a funny grimace.
Mother Frog, who was tracking a mosquito nearby, just laughed.
Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.
But rain often drips from the sky, and at night it darkens, just like our water in the pond. And these tasty mosquitoes so often fly into the air!
How little you are,” Mom laughed again. “The mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they fly into the air.” And on hot days, the water in our pond evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?
“Yeah,” Little Frog nodded his green head.
And I thought to myself:
Anyway, someday I will find a friend from heaven. After all, there is water there! Which means there are Frogs!!!
Every living thing needs water
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the forest. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not stop the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny is walking, walking, and a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.
- “Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"
- “Hello bunny! Why be happy, just look at the weather, it’s been raining all morning, the mood is disgusting.”
- “Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, and the sun always shone.”
- “It would be great, we could walk, sing songs, have fun!”
- “Yeah, hedgehog, it’s not like that. If there is no rain, all the trees, grass, flowers, all living things will wither and die.”
- “Come on, hare, I don’t believe you.”
- “Let's check it out”?
- “And how are we going to check this?”
- “Very simple, here’s a hedgehog holding a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me.”
- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”
- “Hedgehog and you give me flowers.”
- “Yes, just take it.”
- “And now it’s time to check the hedgehog. Now we will each go to our own homes. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but don’t pour water.”
- “Okay, hare. Goodbye"!
Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went for a walk in the forest. On this day, the bright sun shone and warmed us with its warm rays. A bunny is walking and suddenly a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.
- “Hedgehog, are you sad again?” The rain has long stopped, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should be happy."
- “Why should the hare be happy? The flowers you gave me have dried up. I’m so sorry, it was your gift.”
- “Hedgehog, do you understand why your flowers have dried up”?
“Of course I understand, I understand everything now. They dried out because they were in a vase without water.”
- “Yes, hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry out and die. And rain is droplets of water that fall to the ground and nourish all the flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to enjoy everything, rain and sun.”
- “Bunny, I understood everything, thank you. Let’s go for a walk through the forest together and enjoy everything around us!”
A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had three sons. One day the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought gems, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone started laughing at him, and he said:
Water is the greatest miracle on Earth. The traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewelry for a sip of water. He was thirsty. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him some more to spare. I didn’t need his jewelry; I realized that water is more valuable than any wealth.
And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it rained, filling it with life-giving moisture.
For the third time I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we had not stopped the fire, the whole village could have burned down if it had spread to it. We needed a lot of water, but we managed with all our might. That was the end of my search.
And now, I think you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing alive on Earth. Birds, animals, fish, and people cannot live a day without water. And water also has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam,” the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.
The king listened to his youngest son and declared water the greatest miracle on earth. In his royal Decree, he ordered to conserve water and not pollute water bodies.
Why is the earth's dress green?
A. Lopatina
What's the greenest thing on earth? - a little girl once asked her mother.
Grass and trees, daughter,” my mother answered.
Why did they choose green color, and not some other?
This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:
The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew a dress in the color of faith and hope for his beloved Earth, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, a green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees gives birth to hope and faith in a person’s heart, making it purer.
But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?
The girl looked at her mother in surprise:
I slept well, but what does my bed have to do with it?
Flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket, just as sweetly as you do in your crib. Trees rest to gain new strength and delight the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget during the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, and don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree and the pine tree are our joy and turn green in winter.
Who decorates the earth
A. Lopatina
A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body; there was no vegetation, no water, or those beautiful colors that decorate it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a countless number of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and the Water to give them life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth and water, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monochromatic soil spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.
Here are clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one forest-father, everyone has one mother earth. The Polyana sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, and ask:
Am I the whitest in the world?
All blush?
Bluer?
The first clearing is all white with daisies.
In the second, sunny meadow, small carnation stars with red sparks in the centers bloomed, and the whole meadow became blush pink. On the third, surrounded by old spruce trees, forget-me-nots bloomed and the clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac with bells.
And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.
The Rainbow Arc asks the heavenly beauty, the golden sun, the clean rains to help the earth heal its wounds, to sew a new dress for the earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. The rainbow arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.
Multi-colored meadows, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. These are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for true memory. These are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations are for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums are for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take it people.
Mighty Blade of Grass
M. Skrebtsova
One day the trees began to spare the grass:
We feel sorry for you, grass. There is no one lower than you in the forest. Everyone is trampling on you. They got used to your softness and pliability and stopped noticing you completely. For example, everyone takes us into account: people, animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. You too, grass, need to reach up.
The grass answers them proudly:
I don’t need pity, dear trees. Even though I am not tall enough, I am of great use. When they walk on me, I just rejoice. That's why I have grass, to cover the ground: it's more comfortable to walk on a green mat than on bare ground. If someone gets caught in the rain on the way, and the paths and roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when there is dew on me, I can even wash myself with grass.
Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I was intact. It’s not like a person, a cow or a horse walks on me, - and they weigh quite a lot - four, or even five centners - but I don’t care. Even a multi-ton car can pass over me, but I’m still alive. Of course, the pressure on me is incredible, but I endure. Little by little I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and low, don’t care about hurricanes.
The trees are silent, the grass has nothing to say to them, but she continues:
If my fate falls to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and I again reach out with new shoots towards light and warmth. Ant grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. It’s as if they’ve been testing their strength all their lives, and they don’t give up yet.
The trees exclaimed:
Yes, grass, you have Herculean strength hidden within you.
Mighty Oak says:
I remembered now how the city birds told me how you break through thick asphalt in the city. I didn’t believe them then, I laughed. And no wonder: people use crowbars and jackhammers to manage this thickness, and you are so tiny.
The grass exclaimed joyfully:
Yes, oak, breaking asphalt is not a problem for us. Newly born dandelion sprouts in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.
The birch tree, which had been silent until now, said:
I, little grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, but you have many faces. Whomever you see in the clearing: sunny daisies, red flowers of carnations, golden tansy buttons, delicate bells, and cheerful fireweed. A forester I know told me that there are about 20 thousand herbs in our country. different types, but there are smaller trees and shrubs - only two thousand.
Here a hare unexpectedly intervened in the conversation and led her bunnies into a forest clearing:
From us, hares, grass, low bow to you too. I had no idea that you were so strong, but I always knew that you were the most useful of all. For us, you are the best treat, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head to you. People won't live a day without you. They specially raise you in fields and vegetable gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And you have so many vitamins that you can’t count them!
Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare and her cubs quickly hid, and just in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.
Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? - the trees asked in surprise.
Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.
Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases,” explained the grass. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.
Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us,” the pine tree entered the conversation.
In fact, dear pine tree, this is not the only way I resemble trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will tell you the ancient secret of our origin,” the grass said solemnly. - Usually we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before, grasses were trees, but not simple ones, but powerful ones. This happened millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.
Here the trees began to look for similarities between each other and the grass. Everyone is noisy and interrupting each other. They got tired and finally quieted down.
Then the grass tells them:
You shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who doesn’t need pity, right, dear trees?
And all the trees immediately agreed with her.
The story of one Christmas tree
Ecological fairy tale
This is a sad story, but it was told to me by old Aspen, which grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's begin.
Once upon a time, a Christmas tree grew up in our forest, she was small, defenseless and everyone took care of her: large trees protected her from the wind, birds pecked at the black furry caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one could hide the little bunnies better than her from the evil wolf or from sly fox. All animals and birds were treated with its fragrant resin.
Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew in to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about its beauty, but was not at all proud, it was still the same, sweet and kind.
Nearing New Year, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many forest beauties - Christmas trees - faced the sad fate of falling under the ax. One day two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest looking for the most beautiful tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the person, waving its fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn’t know why he needed the tree. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.
“Stupid, stupid,” old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”
Never before had he seen such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, just what you need!” - said the man and... He began to chop the thin trunk with an axe. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, and she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!
When a man roughly pulled the Christmas tree by the trunk, tender green branches broke off and scattered the Christmas tree's trail in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that remains of the Christmas tree in the forest.
This is the story the old creaky Aspen told me...
The Tale of the Little Cedar
Ecological fairy tale
I want to tell you one an interesting fairy tale, which I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.
One day in the taiga two squirrels got into a fight over a pine cone and dropped it.
When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant pine needles. The nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time that he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still very small. And he pointed to the tall cedars.
“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” - said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern and learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. I rejoiced at the sun, which looked through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.
But one day a terrible incident happened. One morning, Kedrenok saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terribly frightened by something. It seemed to Kedrenk that now he would definitely be trampled, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white choking smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenk that this is a forest fire that kills everything in its path.
“Will I never grow up to be a big cedar?” - thought Kedrenok.
And now red tongues of fire were already close, crawling through the grass and trees, leaving behind only black coals. It's already getting hot! Kedrenok began to say goodbye to the fern, when suddenly he heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water started pouring out of the helicopter at the same moment.
"We are saved"! – Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar tree was not injured, but one branch of the fern was scorched.
In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”
Fern explained to him that this disaster happens due to the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People light a fire in the forest and leave embers, which then flare up in the wind.
"How so"? – the little cedar was surprised. “After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries and mushrooms, but they destroy it.”
“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.
“In the meantime, we have only one hope that we will be rescued in time.”
And when I heard this fairy tale, I really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that the main character of my fairy tale “Kedrenok” will grow up to be a big cedar and live three hundred, and maybe even more years!
A small river flowed in the valley between the low mountains. Dark green reeds grew along its banks, leaning towards the clear water and admiring their reflection in it. In some places along the river bank there was clean sand, on the surface of which shells and algae were often found.
Everyone loved the river: birds flew to it to quench their thirst, animals came from the distant forest to swim. The water in the river was clear and transparent, such that a traveler often passing by the river could see beautiful fish in the water. Butterflies also loved the river: they often flew over the surface of the water, and then flew away to a neighboring clearing, where flowers were waiting for them.
Once upon a time, people settled in a valley in which a river flowed. They came from somewhere far away and immediately began building houses, plowing fields in order to plant new plants. The river was surprised: people were such strange creatures! They scurried everywhere in search good places and food, studied every blade of grass, every centimeter of earth in order to benefit from everything that surrounds them. They liked the river because it contained good fish. People started fishing with everyone possible ways. But that is not all! People loved to swim in the river. When it was hot, children from houses built on the site of former luxurious clearings would come running to the river and make a lot of noise. The river was kind and cool: it rejoiced at people, admired their cheerful, rosy-cheeked children, and humbly endured the noise and screams.
People lived and lived on the banks of a river, fished from it, swam in its water, took water from it, washed their things, and one day this was not enough for them. People decided not only to take water from a small river, but also to dump their waste into it. People watched as the river current quickly washed away the dirt and carried it far, far away. They liked it. They built factories, erected livestock farms, and began dumping waste from their production into the river.
The river became sad. She was happy to help everyone: people, animals, birds, and butterflies, but she did not want to turn into a tool for transporting dirt and waste from people’s lives to another place, and the waste had a bad effect on her. The water in the river became cloudy: it was no longer possible to see the rainbow fish in it, and the fish themselves disappeared somewhere. Animals and birds, who were afraid to swim in the dirty water that emitted a putrid odor, began to leave the banks of the river. On the banks of the rivers, the sand was covered with a thick layer of mud and mud. The reeds disappeared: they refused to grow along the banks of the polluted river.
Soon people stopped swimming in the river. They no longer splashed in its cool waters, did not fish, but often came to her to wash their cars. After this, small round spots remained on the surface of the water, which, like a thin film, covered the surface of the river, and shimmered like a rainbow in the sun’s rays.
The river was dying. She cried and moaned, but people did not hear and tried not to notice her troubles. They continued to pollute its water, which became less and less every year.
After a while the river dried up. All that was left of it was a thin stream running through the valley. The only reminders of the river were the hollows and dimples once created by its hardworking waters.
People also disappeared from the valley: they had nowhere to get water for drinking and cooking. They moved to another place, leaving behind only destruction.
Methodical piggy bank
Ecological fairy tales for children preschool age
Andreeva Svetlana Vasilievna
Content:
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- A. Lopatina………………………………………………………...3
Who decorates the earthA. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………………..3
Mighty Blade of GrassM. Skrebtsova………………………………………………………………………………...4
The story of one Christmas tree( Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..6
- The Tale of the Little Cedar(Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………..7
Ecological tales about water ………………………………………………………………..8
- The story of one drop(sad tale about water)………………………………………………………8
How Cloud was in the desert(a tale about a place where there is no water)……………………………………..9
- The Power of Rain and Friendship(tale about the life-giving power of water)………………………………….10
The Story of Little Frog(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)…………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………eleven
- Every living thing needs water( Ecological fairy tale)……………………………………………...11
- ( Ecological fairy tale)…………………12
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Bunny and Bear( Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..13
Masha and the Bear ( Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………………………………………14
No place for trash( Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………………..15
- A tale about a trash-cursor( Ecological fairy tale)……………………………………16
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Noble mushroomM. Malyshev………………………………………………………………………………18
Brave honey fungus E. Shim………………………………………………………………………………………19
- War of the mushrooms…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..20
- Introduction to mushroomsA. Lopatina……………………………………………………………………………….…..21
Mushroom pharmacy A. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………....23
Two tales N. Pavlova……………………………………………………………………………………………….…25
For mushrooms N. Sladkov…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..28
fly agaric N. Sladkov………………………………………………………………………………………...29
Rival O. Chistyakovsky………………………………………………………………………………...…29
Ecological tales about plants
Why is the earth's dress green?
A. Lopatina
What's the greenest thing on earth? - a little girl once asked her mother.
- Grass and trees, daughter,” my mother answered.
- Why did they choose green and not some other color?
This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:
- The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew a dress in the color of faith and hope for his beloved Earth, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, a green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees gives birth to hope and faith in a person’s heart, making it purer.
- But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
- Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?
The girl looked at her mother in surprise:
- I slept well, but what does my bed have to do with it?
- Flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket, just as sweetly as you do in your crib. Trees rest to gain new strength and delight the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget during the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, and don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree and the pine tree are our joy and turn green in winter.
Who decorates the earth
A. Lopatina
A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body; there was no vegetation, no water, or those beautiful colors that decorate it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a countless number of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and the Water to give them life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth and water, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monochromatic soil spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.
Here are clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one forest-father, everyone has one mother earth. The Polyana sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, and ask:
- Am I the whitest in the world?
- All blush?
- Bluer?
The first clearing is all white with daisies.
In the second, sunny meadow, small carnation stars with red sparks in the centers bloomed, and the whole meadow became blush pink. On the third, surrounded by old spruce trees, forget-me-nots bloomed and the clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac with bells.
And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.
The Rainbow Arc asks the heavenly beauty, the golden sun, the clean rains to help the earth heal its wounds, to sew a new dress for the earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. The rainbow arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.
Multi-colored meadows, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. These are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for true memory. These are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations are for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums are for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take it people.
Mighty Blade of Grass
M. Skrebtsova
One day the trees began to spare the grass:
- We feel sorry for you, grass. There is no one lower than you in the forest. Everyone is trampling on you. They got used to your softness and pliability and stopped noticing you completely. For example, everyone takes us into account: people, animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. You too, grass, need to reach up.
The grass answers them proudly:
- I don’t need pity, dear trees. Even though I am not tall enough, I am of great use. When they walk on me, I just rejoice. That's why I have grass, to cover the ground: it's more comfortable to walk on a green mat than on bare ground. If someone gets caught in the rain on the way, and the paths and roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when there is dew on me, I can even wash myself with grass.
Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I was intact. It’s not like a person, a cow or a horse walks on me, - and they weigh quite a lot - four, or even five centners - but I don’t care. Even a multi-ton car can pass over me, but I’m still alive. Of course, the pressure on me is incredible, but I endure. Little by little I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and low, don’t care about hurricanes.
The trees are silent, the grass has nothing to say to them, but she continues:
- If my fate falls to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and I again reach out with new shoots towards light and warmth. Ant grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. It’s as if they’ve been testing their strength all their lives, and they don’t give up yet.
The trees exclaimed:
- Yes, grass, you have Herculean strength hidden within you.
Mighty Oak says:
- I remembered now how the city birds told me how you break through thick asphalt in the city. I didn’t believe them then, I laughed. And no wonder: people use crowbars and jackhammers to manage this thickness, and you are so tiny.
The grass exclaimed joyfully:
- Yes, oak, breaking asphalt is not a problem for us. Newly born dandelion sprouts in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.
The birch tree, which had been silent until now, said:
- I, little grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, but you have many faces. Whomever you see in the clearing: sunny daisies, red flowers of carnations, golden tansy buttons, delicate bells, and cheerful fireweed. A forester I know told me that there are about 20 thousand different species of grass in our country, but smaller trees and shrubs - only two thousand.
Here a hare unexpectedly intervened in the conversation and led her bunnies into a forest clearing:
- From us, hares, grass, low bow to you too. I had no idea that you were so strong, but I always knew that you were the most useful of all. For us, you are the best treat, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head to you. People won't live a day without you. They specially raise you in fields and vegetable gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And you have so many vitamins that you can’t count them!
Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare and her cubs quickly hid, and just in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.
- Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? - the trees asked in surprise.
- Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.
- Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases,” explained the grass. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.
- Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us,” the pine tree entered the conversation.
- In fact, dear pine tree, this is not the only way I resemble trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will tell you the ancient secret of our origin,” the grass said solemnly. - Usually we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before, grasses were trees, but not simple ones, but powerful ones. This happened millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.
Here the trees began to look for similarities between each other and the grass. Everyone is noisy and interrupting each other. They got tired and finally quieted down.
Then the grass tells them:
- You shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who doesn’t need pity, right, dear trees?
And all the trees immediately agreed with her.
The story of one Christmas tree
Ecological fairy tale
This is a sad story, but it was told to me by old Aspen, which grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's begin.
Once upon a time, a Christmas tree grew up in our forest, she was small, defenseless and everyone took care of her: large trees protected her from the wind, birds pecked at the black furry caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one could hide the little bunnies better than her from an evil wolf or a cunning fox. All animals and birds were treated with its fragrant resin.
Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew in to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about its beauty, but was not at all proud, it was still the same, sweet and kind.
The New Year was approaching, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many beautiful forest Christmas trees faced the sad fate of falling under the ax. One day two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest looking for the most beautiful tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the person, waving its fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn’t know why he needed the tree. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.
“Stupid, stupid,” old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”
Never before had he seen such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, just what you need!” - said the man and... He began to chop the thin trunk with an axe. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, and she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!
When a man roughly pulled the Christmas tree by the trunk, tender green branches broke off and scattered the Christmas tree's trail in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that remains of the Christmas tree in the forest.
This is the story the old creaky Aspen told me...
The Tale of the Little Cedar
Ecological fairy tale
I want to tell you an interesting tale that I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.
One day in the taiga two squirrels got into a fight over a pine cone and dropped it.
When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant pine needles. The nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time that he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still very small. And he pointed to the tall cedars.
“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” - said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern and learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. I rejoiced at the sun, which looked through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.
But one day a terrible incident happened. One morning, Kedrenok saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terribly frightened by something. It seemed to Kedrenk that now he would definitely be trampled, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white choking smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenk that this is a forest fire that kills everything in its path.
“Will I never grow up to be a big cedar?” - thought Kedrenok.
And now red tongues of fire were already close, crawling through the grass and trees, leaving behind only black coals. It's already getting hot! Kedrenok began to say goodbye to the fern, when suddenly he heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water started pouring out of the helicopter at the same moment.
"We are saved"! – Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar tree was not injured, but one branch of the fern was scorched.
In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”
Fern explained to him that this disaster happens due to the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People light a fire in the forest and leave embers, which then flare up in the wind.
"How so"? – the little cedar was surprised. “After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries and mushrooms, but they destroy it.”
“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.
“In the meantime, we have only one hope that we will be rescued in time.”
And when I heard this fairy tale, I really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that the main character of my fairy tale “Kedrenok” will grow up to be a big cedar and live for three hundred, and maybe more years!
Ecological tales about water
The story of one drop
(sad tale about water)
A transparent stream of water ran from an open tap. The water fell directly to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably absorbed into the soil cracked by the scorching rays of the sun.
A heavy drop of water, timidly peeking out from this stream, looked down with caution. In a split second, her entire long, eventful life flashed through her head.
She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the ground. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among the birches whispering tender words to them, among the meadows glowing with bright colors, among the fragrant forest herbs. How Little Drop loved to look into the clear high sky, at the feather-light clouds slowly floating and reflected in the small mirror of the Spring.
The droplet remembered how the Spring, which over time became bold and strong, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, hills and sandy mounds on its way, swept through the lowlands, choosing a place for its new refuge.
Thus was born the River, which wound like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.
And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. Small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Many birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. At sunrise, roe deer and deer visited the watering hole, the thunderstorm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - did not mind tasting the cleanest and most delicious icy water.
Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans who settled nearby by the water.
And in winter, children's laughter could be heard near the River; children and adults set up a skating rink on the River and were now gliding along the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! The droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with the people.
All this happened. But it seems so long ago!
For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, enjoy the River, drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, he doesn’t just take it, but spends it in a completely uneconomical way.
And now water flowed out in a thin stream from the tap, and a drop of water, closing its eyes, set off into a frightening, unknown future.
“Do I have a future? - Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”
How Cloud was in the desert
(a tale about a place where there is no water)
Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.
- How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought, looking around. - Everything is so yellow...
The wind came and leveled the sandy hills.
- How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought again. - Everything is so smooth...
The sun began to get hotter.
- How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought once again. - Everything is so warm...
The whole day passed like this. Behind him is the second, the third... Cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.
Week is gone. Month. It was both warm and light in the desert. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.
There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, the splash of fish in the river.
Cloud cried. No, the desert cannot see lush meadows or dense oak forests, its inhabitants cannot inhale the scent of flowers, nor can it hear the ringing trill of a nightingale.
The most important thing is missing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.
The Power of Rain and Friendship
(a tale about the life-giving power of water)
An alarmed Bee was circling over the lawn.
- How can this be? It hasn't rained for many days.
She looked around the lawn. The bells lowered their heads dejectedly. Daisies folded their snow-white petals. The drooping grasses looked up to the sky with hope. The birches and rowan trees were talking sadly among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from soft green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Bugs, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. The Hare, Fox and Wolf were languishing from the heat in their warm fur coats, hiding in holes and not paying attention to each other. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry patch to at least escape from the scorching sun.
Tired of the heat. But there was still no rain.
- Grandfather Bear, - Bee buzzed, - tell me what to do. There is no escape from the s-s-heat. The rain-j-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.
- And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - answered the old wise Bear, - he walks all over the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.
The Bee flew off in search of the Wind.
And he was playing mischief at that time in distant countries. Little Bee found him and told him about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. Cloud did not immediately understand why Bee and Breeze disturbed him. And when I saw drying forests, fields, meadows, and unfortunate animals, I became worried:
- I will help the lawn and its inhabitants!
The Cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.
She sulked and sulked until she burst into warm summer rain.
The rain danced dashingly across the revived lawn. He walked on the Earth, and everything around
fed on water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.
And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.
The Story of Little Frog
(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)
Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looking at the sky.
- The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. This must be the pond, only in reverse. If so, then there are probably frogs there.
He jumped up on his thin legs and shouted:
- Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pond! If you can hear me, respond! Let's be friends!
But no one responded.
- Ah well! - exclaimed the Frog. – Are you playing hide and seek with me?! There you are!
And he made a funny grimace.
Mother Frog, who was tracking a mosquito nearby, just laughed.
- Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.
- But rain often drips from the sky, and at night it darkens, just like our water in the pond. And these tasty mosquitoes so often fly into the air!
- How little you are,” Mom laughed again. “The mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they fly into the air.” And on hot days, the water in our pond evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?
- “Yeah,” Little Frog nodded his green head.
And I thought to myself:
- Anyway, someday I will find a friend from heaven. After all, there is water there! Which means there are Frogs!!!
Every living thing needs water
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the forest. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not stop the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny is walking, walking, and a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.
- “Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"
- “Hello bunny! Why be happy, just look at the weather, it’s been raining all morning, the mood is disgusting.”
- “Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, and the sun always shone.”
- “It would be great, we could walk, sing songs, have fun!”
- “Yeah, hedgehog, it’s not like that. If there is no rain, all the trees, grass, flowers, all living things will wither and die.”
- “Come on, hare, I don’t believe you.”
- “Let's check it out”?
- “And how are we going to check this?”
- “Very simple, here’s a hedgehog holding a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me.”
- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”
- “Hedgehog and you give me flowers.”
- “Yes, just take it.”
- “Now it’s time to check the hedgehog. Now we will each go to our own homes. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but don’t pour water.”
- “Okay hare. Goodbye"!
Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went for a walk in the forest. On this day, the bright sun shone and warmed us with its warm rays. A bunny is walking and suddenly a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.
- “Hedgehog, are you sad again?” The rain has long stopped, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should be happy."
- “Why should the hare be happy? The flowers you gave me have dried up. I’m so sorry, it was your gift.”
- “Hedgehog, do you understand why your flowers have dried up?”
- “Of course I understand, I understand everything now. They dried out because they were in a vase without water.”
- “Yes, hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry out and die. And rain is droplets of water that fall to the ground and nourish all the flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to enjoy everything, rain and sun.”
- “Bunny, I understood everything, thank you. Let’s go for a walk through the forest together and enjoy everything around us!”
A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had three sons. One day the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought precious stones, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone started laughing at him, and he said:
- Water is the greatest miracle on Earth. The traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewelry for a sip of water. He was thirsty. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him some more to spare. I didn’t need his jewelry; I realized that water is more valuable than any wealth.
And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it rained, filling it with life-giving moisture.
For the third time I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we had not stopped the fire, the whole village could have burned down if it had spread to it. We needed a lot of water, but we managed with all our might. That was the end of my search.
And now, I think you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing alive on Earth. Birds, animals, fish, and people cannot live a day without water. And water also has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam,” the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.
The king listened to his youngest son and declared water the greatest miracle on earth. In his royal Decree, he ordered to conserve water and not pollute water bodies.
Ecological tales about garbage
Bunny and Bear
Ecological fairy tale
This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.
One day the Bunny and the Little Bear went for a walk in the forest. They took food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun was shining. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped there. The Bunny and the Little Bear played, had fun, and tumbled on the soft green grass.
Towards evening they got hungry and sat down to have a snack. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home happy.
Time has passed. The playful girls went for a walk in the forest again. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the friends were in high spirits, and they started a competition. But trouble happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the little bear got his paw into a tin can and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.
This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not end up in the same story as the animals.
Masha and the Bear
Ecological fairy tale
In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village, there lived a grandfather and a woman in a hut. And they had a granddaughter - a restless girl named Masha. Masha and her friends loved to go for walks on the street and play different games.
Not far from that village there was a large forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: papa bear Mikhailo Potapych, mama bear Marya Potapovna, and little bear son Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there was a lot of fish in the river, there were enough berries and roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And how clean the air was in the forest, the water in the river was clear, the grass was green all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.
And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to harvest twigs and bark for weaving. That forest fed and helped everyone. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going into the forest, organizing picnics and walks. They have fun, play, pick rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave behind garbage - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, pieces of paper, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up anything after themselves, they thought nothing bad would happen.
And it became so dirty in that forest! Mushrooms and berries no longer grow, and flowers are no longer pleasing to the eye, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why was it so dirty all around? And then they saw Masha and her friends relaxing in the forest, and they understood where all the forest troubles came from. Mikhailo Potapych became furious! At a family council, the bears came up with a plan to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note telling people not to go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would bully them.
People woke up in the morning and couldn’t believe their eyes! All around there is dirt, garbage, no earth in sight. And after reading the note, people were saddened; how could they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the trash. And they went into the forest to ask the bears for forgiveness. They apologized for a long time, promised not to harm the forest anymore, to be friends with nature. The bears forgave them and taught them how to behave correctly in the forest and not cause harm. And everyone only benefited from that friendship!
No place for trash
Ecological fairy tale
Once upon a time there was Garbage. He was ugly and angry. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began throwing bags, newspapers, and leftover food past trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud that his possessions were everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage add “strength” to garbage. Some people throw candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. The trash just rejoices at this. After some time, there was more and more garbage.
Not far from the city lived a Wizard. He loved the clean city very much and rejoiced at the people who lived in it. One day he looked at the city and was very upset. There are candy wrappers, paper, and plastic cups everywhere.
The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Neatness, Order. And he said: “You see what people have done! Let's bring order to this city! The assistants, together with the Wizard, began to restore order. They took brooms, dustpans, rakes and began to remove all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness and order, but we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants chanted. I saw Garbage that Cleanliness was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on - it’s better not to fight with us!”
The garbage was terrified. Yes, when he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - where can I go?” Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked at him sternly and began to threaten him with a broom. He ran from the city of Garbage, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove it all. There are still yards, I’ll wait for better times!”
And the Wizard's assistants removed all the garbage. All around the city it became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said: “This is paper - not garbage. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it,” and she placed old newspapers, magazines, and cardboard in a paper container.
Accuracy announced: “We’ll feed the birds and pets with the leftover food. We will take the rest of the food waste into food waste containers. And we will place the glass, empty jars and glassware in a glass container.”
And Order continues: “And we won’t throw away plastic cups and bottles. The children will have new toys made of plastic. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let’s, friends, learn from nature,” and threw it into the plastic trash bin.
So our wizard and his assistants brought order to the city, taught people to save natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.
A tale about a trash-cursor
Ecological fairy tale
In a far, distant forest, on a small hill in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and whiled away the years. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.
And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old people could be proud of their forest.
And they had two assistants, two bears: the busybody Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not give offense to the forest villagers.
And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear autumn morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, they waited: what will happen?
The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People came with baskets, buckets and backpacks to pick up mushrooms. Until the evening, the cars hummed, and the old forest man and the old forest woman sat hidden in the hut. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.
And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The old people came out, sat on the rubble, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch their legs and take a walk through the forest. They looked around and were stunned: the forest was not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it would be a pity to even call a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.
The old forest man shook his beard:
- So what is this being done?! Let's go, old lady, clean up the forest, remove the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!
They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun the screw - and out of the garbage arose an incomprehensible beast, skinny, unkempt and, at the same time, terribly disgusting: Junk-Wretched. The bones rattle, the whole forest laughs:
Along the road through the bushes -
Junk, junk, junk, junk!
In untrodden places -
Junk, junk, junk, junk!
I am great, many-sided,
I am paper, I am iron,
I am plastic-useful,
I am a glass bottle
I am damned, damned!
I'll settle in your forest -
I will bring a lot of grief!
The forest villagers got scared and called out to the bears. Busy Masha and grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What is left for the Junk-Wretched Man to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper. He gathered himself into a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became the Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast at that.
What to do? How to get to Khlamishche-Okayanishche? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old forest dwellers became depressed, the bears became quiet. They just hear someone singing and driving through the forest. They look: and this is the Queen of the Forest on a huge fiery red fox. As he drives, he wonders: why is there so much garbage lying around in the forest?
- Remove all this trash immediately!
And the foresters responded:
- We can't handle it! This is not just rubbish, it is a Junk-Cursed: an incomprehensible, skinny, unkempt beast.
- I don’t see any beast and I don’t believe you!
The Forest Queen bent down, reached for the piece of paper, and wanted to pick it up. And the piece of paper flew away from her. All the garbage gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, becoming a Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast.
The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:
- Look, what a freak! What a beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! The good pit is crying for you!
She waved her hand - the ground parted, creating a deep hole. The Khlamishche-Okayanische fell there, couldn’t get out, lay down at the bottom.
The Forest Queen laughed:
- That's it - it's good!
The old forest people don’t want to let her go, and that’s all. The junk disappeared, but the worries remained.
- And if people come again, what will we, Mother, do?
- Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears to the forest!
The forest has calmed down. The Queen of the Forest rode off on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their little hut, living and living, drinking tea. The sky is frowning or the sun is shining, the forest is beautiful and joyfully bright. There is so much joy and bright joy in the whisper of leaves, in the breath of the wind! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!
But as soon as the cars began to hum again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call their bear neighbors for help. They entered the forest, growled, and stood up on their hind legs. People got scared and let's run! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.
Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, they taught the bears, they surrounded the Khlamishche-Okayanische, drove them to the pit, and drove them into the pit. He couldn’t get out of there; he lay down at the bottom.
But the troubles of the old forest woman and the forest forest grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers and hunters for bear skins came into the forest. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled sadly from the shots. Those who could, flew away, and those who could, ran away. For some reason it became joyless in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!
But the hunters suddenly notice: a red light flashes behind the bushes.
- Save yourself! Let's quickly run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's die! We'll burn!
The hunters noisily climbed into their cars, got scared, and sped out of the forest. And this is just the Queen of the Forest racing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the little hill disappeared, and the hut disappeared with the woodsmen. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason, in that place there became a huge impassable swamp.
The Queen of the Forest is waiting for people to become kind and wise and stop acting up in the forest.
Ecological tales about mushrooms
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 up the entire plant population of the clearing, 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 intrusive 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! Nobody 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 how beautiful my hat is! 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.
- Let's 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 below, brown velvet above. What a sight for sore eyes!
The 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 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 flooded with 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 came the boletus brothers and russula sisters. Not a single cap is visible, not a single handkerchief flashes.
The groats also fall out on Openka's uncovered head and get stuck in his curls. But the cunning Honey Pig didn’t make a mistake here either: he jumped into the birch hollow. Sits under reliable roof, slowly peeks out: are the mushroom pickers coming? And the mushroom pickers are right there. They wander through the forest with empty boxes, but they 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 oppress, strangle it, 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 more appropriate place for cats than damp grass,” Andreika chimed in.
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 the 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 into a huge family and turn golden in the grass like autumn leaves,” 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 you can’t eat poisonous mushrooms and that now many good mushrooms become 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 there are a lot of good mushrooms! 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 have 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. And there aren’t many poisonous mushrooms, 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 relieves acute headaches.
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. He has tuberculosis, rheumatism, and spinal cord, and treats 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. Lately, rarely anyone bows to me, more often they kick me and knock me down with sticks. In ancient times, it was a different matter: with my help, local healers treated all sorts of skin lesions, diseases of 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, 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:
- To the northwest of the bear's den, false honey mushrooms grow on a stump 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. And 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,
- to tell this - it 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. The 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 Fir-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. I went to the chatter and came to a 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. Upper layer multi-colored in the box. 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 birch grove in the lowland. The white trunks shine in the moonlight - even if you squint. 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 than a 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, finally, is my cherished place. By steep slope, covered with whitish dry moss and already faded heather bushes, young graceful pines rose.
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 of a 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
- pick up a basket of just mushroom stems, even if they come 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.
Yulia Alexandrovna Molchanova
Ecological fairy tales for kids.
"What a day"
It was a clear day. The sun was hot. The grasshopper jumped and rejoiced have a wonderful day. An earthworm burrowed into dry soil. He called the day disgusting. The grasshopper and the earthworm began to argue.
At this time, an ant was dragging a pine needle past them. The grasshopper asked; “What day is it today - a wonderful day or a disgusting day?” The ant promised to answer in the evening. After sunset, the grasshopper and the earthworm came to the ant for an answer. An ant collected a bunch of pine needles in one day. He pointed at her and said: “It was a beautiful day, I worked well and can rest peacefully!”.
"Hedgehog"
There lived a hedgehog in the forest. He was very handsome. The body is covered with spines, the muzzle is elongated like a mouse. Life was hard for the hedgehog this year because the forest was very polluted. There was a lot of paper, plastic bags, and empty cans lying under the trees. And the little hedgehog decided to save the forest.
He picked up paper and cellophane on his spines and took it all to one place. Empty cans he pushed his muzzle towards the landfill. This hard work took a lot of time and energy from the little hedgehog. And mice, squirrels, and hares began to help him. The mice gnawed the paper into small pieces, the squirrels and hares occupied the jars.
When people came, the hedgehog hovered under their feet and made sure they didn’t leave trash. One day a boy ate a candy and threw the candy wrapper on the ground. Then the hedgehog curled up into a spiky ball and began to stab the boy with its thorns, the squirrels threw pine cones at him. The boy picked up the candy wrapper and put it in his pocket. So forest animals taught the stupid boy a lesson. And the hedgehog and his friends continue to clear the forest. Soon it will be completely clean.
"Bear"
One day Pipa the frog was walking in the forest and met a hunter.
Let's get acquainted!- Pipa said. - I'm a bear, and who are you?
And I'm a bugbear! - the hunter shouted and how he would shoot Pipa on the spot if she were as big as a bear. But she was small, so he missed. I wanted to shoot again, but Pipa... will scream:
I'm not a bear, not a bear! I'm just a frog!
“Oh, you’re a liar!” the hunter was indignant. “I spent a whole cartridge on you, but it turns out you’re not a bear!”
He swung with all his might to hit Pipa on the head with the butt, but missed again. And then he chased her through the swamp for another three hours until he got stuck.
Pipa never pretended to be a bear again because it was very dangerous.
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Little travelers
A forget-me-not lived on the bank of the river and she had children - small seeds and nuts. When the seeds were ripe, the forget-me-not said to them:
Dear children! Now you have become adults. It's time for you to get ready for the journey. Go in search of happiness. Be brave and resourceful, look for new places and settle there.
The seed box opened and the seeds spilled out onto the ground. At this time, a strong wind blew, he picked up one seed, carried it with him, and then dropped it into the river water. The water picked up the forget-me-not seed, and it, like a small light boat, floated down the river. The cheerful streams of the river carried it further and further, and finally the current washed the seed to the shore. A river wave carried the forget-me-not seed onto the damp, soft ground.
The seed looked around and, to be honest, was a little upset: “The land, of course, is good - wet, black earth. There’s just too much trash around.”
In the spring, in the place where the seed fell, an elegant forget-me-not blossomed. Bumblebees from afar noticed her bright yellow heart, surrounded by blue petals, and flew to her for sweet nectar.
One day, girlfriends Tanya and Vera came to the river bank. They saw a pretty blue flower. Tanya wanted to tear it down, but Vera held her friend back:
No need, let it grow! Let's better help him, remove the garbage and make a small flower bed around the flower. Let's come here and admire the forget-me-nots! - Let's! – Tanya was delighted.
The girls collected cans, bottles, pieces of cardboard and other garbage, put it in a hole away from the forget-me-not and covered it with grass and leaves. And the flower bed around the flower was decorated with river pebbles.
How beautiful! – they admired their work.
The girls began to come to the forget-me-not every day. So that no one would break their favorite flower, they made a small fence of dry twigs around the flowerbed.
Several years passed, the forget-me-nots grew luxuriantly and, with their tenacious roots, secured the soil on the river bank. The soil stopped crumbling, and even noisy summer showers could no longer erode the steep bank.
Well, what happened to the other forget-me-not seeds?
They lay by the water for a long time and waited in the wings. One day a hunter with a dog appeared by the river. The dog ran, breathing heavily and sticking out its tongue, it was very thirsty! She went down to the river and began noisily lapping up the water. One seed remembered its mother’s words about how important it is to be resourceful, jumped high and grabbed onto the thick reddish hair of the dog.
The dog got drunk and hurried after its owner, and the seed rode on it. The dog ran for a long time through the bushes and swamps, and when he returned home with his owner, before entering the house, he shook himself thoroughly, and the seed fell on flower bed near the porch. It took root here, and in the spring a forget-me-not blossomed in the garden bed.
The owner began to take care of the flower - water it and fertilize the ground, and a year later a whole family of tender blue forget-me-nots grew up near the porch. They generously treated bees and bumblebees with sweet juice, and the insects pollinated forget-me-nots and at the same time fruit trees– apple trees, cherries and plums.
This year we will have a rich harvest! – the hostess was happy. – Bees, butterflies and bumblebees love my garden!
And now it’s time to talk about the third forget-me-not seed.
Uncle Ant noticed him and decided to take him to the forest anthill. Do you think that ants will eat the whole forget-me-not seed? Don't worry! The forget-me-not seed has a treat for the ants - sweet pulp. The ants will taste only it, and the seed will remain untouched.
This is how a forget-me-not seed turned out to be in the forest near an anthill. In the spring it sprouted and soon, next to the ant house, a beautiful blue forget-me-not blossomed.
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Katya and ladybug
This story happened to a girl Katya.
On a summer afternoon, Katya took off her shoes and ran through a flowering meadow.
The grass in the meadow was tall, fresh and pleasantly tickled the girl’s bare feet. And the meadow flowers smelled of mint and honey. Katya wanted to lie on the soft grass and admire the clouds floating in the sky. Having crushed the stems, she lay down on the grass and immediately felt that someone was crawling along her palm. It was a small ladybug with a red, lacquered back, decorated with five black dots.
Katya began to examine the red bug and suddenly heard a quiet, pleasant voice that said:
Girl, please don't crush the grass! If you want to run and frolic, then it’s better to run along the paths.
Oh, who is this? – Katya asked in surprise. -Who is talking to me?
It's me, ladybug! – the same voice answered her.
Do ladybugs talk? – the girl was even more surprised.
Yes, I can talk. But I only talk to children, and adults don’t hear me! – answered the ladybug.
It's clear! – Katya drawled. - But tell me why you can’t run on the grass, because there’s so much of it! – the girl asked, looking around the wide meadow.
When you run on grass, its stems break, the ground becomes too hard, it does not allow air and water to reach the roots, and the plants die. In addition, the meadow is the home of many insects. You are so big, and we are small. When you ran through the meadow, the insects were very worried, an alarm sounded everywhere: “Attention, danger! Save yourself, whoever can!” - explained the ladybug.
Sorry, please,” said the girl, “I understand everything, and I will only run along the paths.”
And then Katya noticed a beautiful butterfly. She fluttered merrily over the flowers, and then sat down on a blade of grass, folded her wings and... disappeared.
Where did the butterfly go? – the girl was surprised.
No! No! – Katya screamed and added: “I want to be a friend.”
Well, that’s right,” the ladybug noted, “butterflies have a transparent proboscis, and through it, as if through a straw, they drink flower nectar. And, flying from flower to flower, butterflies carry pollen and pollinate plants. Believe me, Katya, flowers really need butterflies, bees and bumblebees - after all, these are pollinating insects.
Here comes the bumblebee! - said the girl, noticing a large striped bumblebee on the pink head of the clover. You can't touch him! He might bite!
Certainly! – Ladybug agreed. – Bumblebees and bees have a sharp poisonous sting.
“And here’s another bumblebee, only smaller,” the girl exclaimed.
No, Katyusha. This is not a bumblebee, but a wasp fly. It is colored in the same way as wasps and bumblebees, but it does not bite at all, and it does not have a sting. But the birds take her for an evil wasp and fly past.
Wow! What a cunning fly! – Katya was surprised.
Yes, all insects are very cunning,” the ladybug said proudly.
At this time, grasshoppers chirped cheerfully and loudly in the tall grass.
Who is that chirping? – Katya asked.
These are grasshoppers,” explained the ladybug.
I'd love to see a grasshopper!
As if hearing the girl’s words, the grasshopper jumped high in the air, and its emerald back sparkled brightly. Katya extended her hand, and the grasshopper immediately fell into the thick grass. It was impossible to see him in the green thickets.
And the grasshopper is also a cunning one! You won't find it in green grass, How black cat V dark room, - the girl laughed.
Do you see the dragonfly? – the ladybug asked Katya. – What can you say about her?
Very beautiful dragonfly! – the girl responded.
Not only beautiful, but also useful! After all, dragonflies catch mosquitoes and flies right in the air.
Katya talked for a long time with the ladybug. She was carried away by the conversation and did not notice how evening had come.
Katya, where are you? – the girl heard her mother’s voice.
She carefully placed the ladybug on the daisy and politely said goodbye to her:
Thank you, sweet ladybug! I learned a lot of new and interesting things.
Come to the meadow more often, and I will tell you something more about its inhabitants,” the ladybug promised her.
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The Adventures of Poplar Fluff
Summer came and white fluff flew from the poplars. And it’s like a snowstorm all around, fluffs are swirling like snowflakes. Some fluffs fall near the poplar; others, bolder, sit on the branches of other trees and fly into open windows.
High on a branch sat a small white Poplar Fluff. And she was very afraid to leave her house. But suddenly a strong wind blew and tore Pushinka from the branch and carried her far from the poplar. Pushinka flies, flies and sees many trees and a green lawn below. She landed on the lawn, and a birch tree grew nearby. She saw Pushinka and said:
Who is this little guy?
It's me, Poplar Fluff. The wind brought me here.
How small you are, smaller than one of my leaves,” said Birch and began to laugh at Pushinka. Pushinka looked at Berezka and proudly said:
Although I am small, I will grow up to be a big, slender poplar.
Birch laughed at these words, and Poplar Fluff put out a green sprout into the ground and began to grow quickly, and one day she heard a voice nearby:
Oh guys, look what this is?
“This is little Topolek,” answered another voice. Fluffy opened her eyes and saw the children crowded around her.
“Let’s take care of him,” one of the guys suggested.
Poplar Fluff grew quickly, adding a meter per year, or even more. Now she has already overtaken Birch and risen higher than all the trees. And she turned into Silver Poplar. Poplar warmed his silvery crown in the sun and looked down at Berezka and the children playing on the lawn.
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Tale of the Rainbow
There lived a Rainbow, bright and beautiful. If clouds covered the sky and rain fell on the ground, Rainbow hid and waited for the clouds to part and a piece of the sun to peek out. Then the Rainbow jumped out into the clear expanse of heaven and hung in an arc, sparkling with its rays of color. And the Rainbow had seven of these rays: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. People saw the Rainbow in the sky and rejoiced at it. And the children sang songs:
Rainbow-Rainbow, Rainbow-Arc!
Bring us, Rainbow, bread and milk!
Hurry up, Rainbow, open the sun to us;
The rain and bad weather will go away.
Rainbow loved these children's songs. Having heard them, she immediately responded. Colored rays not only decorated the sky, but were also reflected in the water, multiplied in large puddles and raindrops, on wet window panes... Everyone was happy about the Rainbow...
Except for one evil wizard of the Black Mountains. He hated Rainbow for her cheerful disposition. He got angry and even closed his eyes when she appeared in the sky after the rain. The evil wizard of the Black Mountains decided to destroy the Rainbow and went for help to the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon.
- Tell me, ancient one, how to get rid of the hated Rainbow? I'm really tired of her shining rays.
“Steal from her,” the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon creaked, “just one ray, and the Rainbow will die, because she is alive only when her seven flower-rays are together, in one family.”
The evil wizard of the Black Mountains rejoiced.
- Is it really that simple? At least now I’ll snatch any ray from her arc.
“Don’t rush,” the Fairy muttered dully, “it’s not so easy to pick out a color.”
It is necessary in the early morning dawn, when the Rainbow is still sleeping in a serene sleep, quietly creep up to her and, like the Firebird’s feather, pluck out her ray. And then wrap it around your hand and rush away from these places. It's better to go to the North, where the summer is short and there are few thunderstorms. With these words, the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon approached the rock and, hitting it with her stick, suddenly disappeared. And the evil wizard of the Black Mountains crept up quietly and unnoticed to the bushes, where the beautiful Rainbow was sleeping among the flowers at dawn. She had colorful dreams. She could not even imagine what kind of trouble hung over her. The evil wizard of the Black Mountains crawled up to Rainbow and extended his clawed paw. Rainbow didn't even have time to scream before he tore out a blue ray from her train and, wrapping it tightly around his fist, began to run.
“Oh, I think I’m dying...” Rainbow just managed to say and immediately scattered sparkling tears on the grass.
- And the Evil Wizard of the Black Mountains rushed to the North. A large black crow carried him into the distance, and he held the Blue Ray tightly in his hand. The evil wizard smiled fiercely, urging the crow on, and was in such a hurry that he did not even notice how the iridescent streaks of the Northern Lights sparkled ahead.
And the Blue Ray, seeing blue among the many colors of the Northern Lights, shouted with all his might:
- My brother, Blue color, save me, return me to my Rainbow!
The blue color heard these words and immediately came to the aid of his brother. He approached the evil wizard, snatched the ray from his hands and passed it to the fast silvery clouds. And just in time, because the Rainbow, which had crumbled into small sparkling teardrops, began to dry out.
“Farewell,” she whispered to her friends, “farewell and tell the children that I will no longer come to their calls and songs.”
A miracle happened: the Rainbow came to life.
- Look! - the children exclaimed joyfully when they saw a dancing Rainbow in the sky. - This is our Rainbow! And we've been waiting for her.
- Look! - the adults said. - The rainbow is shining! But it didn't seem to rain? What is it for? For the harvest? To joy? Good...
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earthworm
Once upon a time there lived a brother and sister – Volodya and Natasha. Volodya, although younger than his sister, is braver. And Natasha is such a coward! She was afraid of everything: mice, frogs, worms and the cross spider, which weaved its web in the attic.
In the summer, children were playing hide and seek near the house, when suddenly the sky darkened, frowned, lightning flashed, large heavy drops first fell to the ground, and then pouring rain poured down.
The children hid from the rain on the veranda and began to watch as foamy streams ran along the paths, large air bubbles jumped through the puddles, and the wet leaves became even brighter and greener.
Soon the rain subsided, the sky brightened, the sun came out, and hundreds of small rainbows began to play in the raindrops.
The children put on their rubber boots and went for a walk. They ran through puddles, and when they touched wet tree branches, they brought down a whole waterfall of sparkling streams on each other.
The garden smelled strongly of dill. Earthworms crawled onto the soft, damp black soil. After all, the rain flooded their underground houses, and the worms felt damp and uncomfortable in them.
Volodya picked up the worm, put it on his palm and began to examine it, and then wanted to show the worm to his sister. But she recoiled in fear and shouted:
Volodka! Stop this crap now! How can you pick up worms, they are so disgusting - slippery, cold, wet.
The girl burst into tears and ran home.
Volodya did not want to offend or scare his sister at all; he threw the worm to the ground and ran after Natasha.
The earthworm named Vermi felt hurt and offended.
“What stupid children! – thought Vermi. “They don’t even realize how much benefit we bring to their garden.”
Grumbling dissatisfiedly, Vermi crawled to the zucchini patch, where earthworms from all over the garden were gathering to chat under the large fleecy leaves.
What are you so excited about, Vermi? – his friends asked him carefully.
You can’t even imagine how the children hurt me! You work, try, loosen the soil - and no gratitude!
Vermi talked about how Natasha called him disgusting and disgusting.
What ingratitude! – the earthworms were indignant. “After all, we not only loosen and fertilize the soil, but through the underground passages we have dug, water and air flow to the roots of the plants. Without us, plants will grow worse and may even dry out completely.
And do you know what the young and determined worm suggested?
Let's all crawl into the neighboring garden together. A real gardener lives there, Uncle Pasha, he knows our worth and won’t let us be offended!
The worms dug underground tunnels and through them entered the neighboring garden.
At first, people did not notice the absence of worms, but the flowers in the flowerbed and the vegetables in the beds immediately sensed trouble. Their roots began to suffocate without air, and their stems began to wither without water.
I don’t understand what happened to my garden? – Polya’s grandmother sighed. – The ground has become too hard, all the plants are drying up.
At the end of summer, dad began digging up the garden and was surprised to notice that there was not a single earthworm in the clods of black soil.
Where have our underground helpers gone? - he thought sadly - Maybe earthworms crawled to the neighbors?
Dad, why did you call worms helpers, are they useful? – Natasha was surprised.
Of course they are useful! Through the passages dug by earthworms, air and water get to the roots of flowers and herbs. They make the soil soft and fertile!
Dad went to consult with the gardener Uncle Pasha and brought from him a huge lump of black soil in which earthworms lived. Vermi and his friends returned to Grandma Paulie's garden and began helping her grow plants. Natasha and Volodya began to treat earthworms with care and respect, and Vermi and his comrades forgot past grievances.
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It was a long time ago, no one remembers how the wind blew this spruce seed into the forest clearing. It lay there, lay there, swelled, put out a root, and a sprout upward. Many years have passed since then. Where the seed fell, a slender, beautiful Christmas tree grew. And how good she was, she was also sweet and polite to everyone. Everyone loved the Christmas tree and looked after her. The Gentle Wind blew away the dust particles and combed her hair. Light Rain washed his face. The birds sang songs to her, and the forest doctor Woodpecker treated her.
But one day everything changed. A forester passed by the Christmas tree, stopped and admired it:
Oh how good! This is the most beautiful Christmas tree in my entire forest!
And then the Christmas tree became proud and put on airs. She no longer thanked either the Wind, or the Rain, or the Birds, or the Woodpecker, or anyone. She looked down on everyone, mockingly.
How small, ugly and rude you all are next to me. And I'm beautiful!
The wind gently swayed the branches, wanted to comb the Christmas tree, but she got angry:
Don't you dare blow, you'll mess up my hair! I don't like being blown on!
“I just wanted to blow away the dust so that you would be even more beautiful,” replied the Tender Wind.
Get away from me! - muttered the proud Christmas tree.
The Wind got offended and flew away to other trees. The rain wanted to splash on the Christmas tree, and she made a noise:
Don't you dare drip! I don't like it when people drip on me! You'll wet my whole dress.
“I will wash your needles, and they will be even greener and more beautiful,” answered Rain.
Don’t touch me, the Christmas tree grumbled.
The Rain got offended and calmed down. A woodpecker saw carp beetles on the Christmas tree, sat down on the trunk and started chiseling the bark to get the worms.
Don't you dare hammer! “I don’t like being pounded,” cried Yolochka. - You will ruin my slender trunk.
I want you to have no harmful boogers on you! - answered the helpful Woodpecker.
The Woodpecker was offended and fluttered to other trees. And so Elochka was left alone, proud and pleased with herself. All day long she admired herself. But without care, she began to lose her attractiveness. And then the caries crawled in. Gluttonous, they crawled under the bark and sharpened the trunk. Wormholes appeared everywhere. The Christmas tree has faded, rotted, and rotted. She was alarmed, poor thing, and made a noise
Hey Woodpecker, forest orderly, save me from the worms! But the Woodpecker did not hear her weak voice and did not fly
Rain, Rain, wash me! And I didn’t hear the rain.
Hey Wind! Blow on me!
The wind passing by blew slightly. And trouble happened: the Christmas tree swayed and broke. It broke, cracked and fell to the ground. This is how this story about the arrogant Christmas tree ended.
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Spring
For a long time, a cheerful and generous fontanel lived at the bottom of the ravine. He watered the roots of grasses, bushes and trees with clean, cold water. A large silver willow spread a shady tent over the spring.
In spring, bird cherry trees grew white along the slopes of the ravine. Among her lacy fragrant tassels, nightingales, warblers and finches built their nests.
In summer, forbs covered the ravine with a colorful carpet. Butterflies, bumblebees, and bees circled above the flowers.
On fine days, Artyom and his grandfather went to the spring to get water. The boy helped his grandfather go down the narrow path to the spring and get water. While grandfather was resting under an old willow tree, Artyom was playing near a stream that flowed over the pebbles at the bottom of the ravine.
One day Artyom went to fetch water alone and met at the spring with the guys from the neighboring house - Andrey and Petya. They chased each other and knocked down the flower heads with flexible rods. Artyom also broke the willow twig and joined the boys.
When the boys got tired of the noisy running around, they began throwing branches and stones into the spring. Artyom didn’t like the new fun, he didn’t want to offend the kind, cheerful spring, but Andryusha and Petya were a whole year older than Artyom, and he had long dreamed of making friends with them.
At first, the spring easily dealt with the stones and fragments of branches that the boys threw at it. But the more garbage there was, the more difficult it was for the poor spring: it either froze completely, covered with large stones, or barely oozed, trying to break through the cracks between them.
When Andrei and Petya went home, Artyom sat down on the grass and suddenly noticed that large dragonflies with transparent shiny wings and bright butterflies were flocking to him from all sides.
What's wrong with them? – thought the boy. -What do they want?
Butterflies and dragonflies began to dance around Artyom. There were more and more insects, they fluttered faster and faster, almost touching the boy’s face with their wings.
Artyom felt dizzy and he closed his eyes tightly. And when he opened them a few moments later, he realized that he was in an unfamiliar place.
Sands spread all around, there was not a bush or tree anywhere, and sultry air poured onto the ground from the pale blue sky. Artyom felt hot and very thirsty. He wandered along the sand in search of water and found himself near a deep ravine.
The ravine seemed familiar to the boy, but the cheerful spring did not gurgle at its bottom. The bird cherry and willow dried up, the slope of the ravine, like deep wrinkles, was cut by landslides, because the roots of grass and trees no longer held the soil together. No bird voices were heard, no dragonflies, bumblebees, or butterflies were visible.
Where did the spring go? What happened to the ravine? – thought Artyom.
Suddenly, through his sleep, the boy heard his grandfather’s alarmed voice:
Artyomka! Where are you?
The grandfather listened carefully to his grandson and suggested:
Well, if you don’t want what you dreamed about to happen, let’s go clean the spring of debris.
Grandfather and Artyom opened the way for the spring, and it began to gurgle cheerfully again, sparkle in the sun with transparent streams and began to generously water everyone: people, animals, birds, trees, and grass.
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What's the greenest thing on earth? — a little girl once asked her mother.
“Grass and trees, daughter,” mother answered.
- Why did they choose green and not some other color?
This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:
— The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew a dress in the color of faith and hope for his beloved Earth, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, a green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees gives birth to hope and faith in a person’s heart, making it purer.
- But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
“Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?”
The girl looked at her mother in surprise:
- Flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket just as sweetly as you do in your crib. Trees rest to gain new strength and delight the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget during the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, and don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree and the pine tree are our joy and turn green in winter.
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How a starling chose his home
The children made birdhouses and hung them in the old park. In the spring, the starlings arrived and were delighted - people had given them excellent apartments. Soon, a large and friendly family of starlings lived in one of the birdhouses. Dad, mom and four kids. Caring parents flew around the park all day long, catching caterpillars and midges and bringing them to their voracious children. And the curious starlings took turns peeking out of the round window and looking around in surprise. An extraordinary, alluring world opened up to them. The spring breeze rustled green leaves birches and maples, rocking the white caps of lush inflorescences of viburnum and rowan.
When the chicks grew up and fledged, their parents began to teach them to fly. The three little birdlings turned out to be brave and capable. They quickly mastered the science of aeronautics. The fourth did not dare to get out of the house.
The starling mother decided to lure the baby out with cunning. She brought a large, delicious caterpillar and showed the delicacy to the little bird. The chick reached for a treat, and the mother moved away from him. Then the hungry son, clinging to the window with his paws, leaned out, could not resist and began to fall. He squeaked in fear, but suddenly his wings opened, and the baby, making a circle, landed on his paws. Mom immediately flew up to her son and rewarded him for his courage with a tasty caterpillar.
And everything would be fine, but just at that time the boy Ilyusha appeared on the path with his four-legged pet - the spaniel Garik.
The dog noticed a chick on the ground, barked, ran up to the birdling and touched it with his paw. Ilyusha screamed loudly, rushed to Garik and took him by the collar. The chick froze and closed his eyes in fear.
What to do? - thought the boy. - We need to help the chick somehow!
Ilyusha took the little bird in his arms and carried it home. At home, dad carefully examined the chick and said:
The baby's wing is damaged. Now we need to treat the squirrel. I warned you, son, not to take Garik with you to the park in the spring.
Several weeks passed and the little bird, who was named Gosha, recovered and got used to people.
He lived in the house all year, and the following spring people released Gosha into the wild. The starling sat on a branch and looked around.
Where will I live now? - he thought. “I’ll fly into the forest and find a suitable house for myself.”
In the forest, the starling noticed two cheerful finches who were carrying twigs and dry blades of grass in their beaks and were making a nest for themselves.
Dear finches! - he turned to the birds. – Can you tell me how I can find a place to live?
If you want, live in our house, and we’ll build a new one for ourselves,” the birds kindly answered.
Gosha thanked the finches and took their nest. But it turned out to be too cramped and uncomfortable for such large bird like a starling.
No! Your house, unfortunately, does not suit me! - said Gosha, said goodbye to the finches and flew on.
In a pine forest, he saw a smart woodpecker in a colorful vest and a red cap, which was hollowing out a hollow with its strong beak.
How not to be! Eat! - answered the woodpecker. “On that pine tree over there is my old hollow.” If you like it, you can live in it.
The starling said: “Thank you!” and flew to the pine tree that the woodpecker pointed at. Gosha looked into the hollow and saw that it was already occupied by a friendly pair of tits.
Nothing to do! And the squirrel flew on.
In a swamp near the river, a gray duck offered Gosha her nest, but it did not suit the starling either - after all, starlings do not build nests on the ground.
The day was already approaching evening when Gosha returned to the house where Ilyusha lived and sat down on a branch under the window. The boy noticed the starling, opened the window, and Gosha flew into the room.
“Dad,” Ilyusha called his father. – Our Gosha is back!
- If the starling returned, it means he did not find a suitable house in the forest. We'll have to make a birdhouse for Gosha! - said dad.
The next day, Ilyusha and his dad made a beautiful little house with a round window for the starling and tied it to an old tall birch tree.
Who decorates the earth
A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body; there was no vegetation, no water, or those beautiful colors that decorate it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a countless number of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and the Water to give them life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth and water, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monochromatic soil spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.
And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.
“Oh,” said Dandelion, “why are you sitting on me?” I am so small and fragile, and my leg is very thin and can break.
“No,” said the bee, “your thin leg will not break, it is just designed to hold you and me.” After all, a bee must sit on every flower.
“Why do you need to sit on me, I’m small, and look how much space there is around,” Dandelion was surprised. “I’m just growing and enjoying the sun and don’t want anyone to bother me.”
“Silly,” the bee said affectionately, “listen to what I tell you.” Every spring, after a long winter, flowers bloom; and we, the bees, fly from flower to flower to collect juicy, tasty nectar. Then we take this nectar to our hive, where honey is made from the nectar.
“Now I understand everything,” said Dandelion, “thank you for explaining this to me, now I will tell about this to all the Dandelions that will appear in this clearing.”
Clouds are helpers
Merry Cloud, once floating over a vegetable garden where cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, onions, dill and potatoes grew, noticed that the vegetables were very sad. Their tops drooped, and their roots became completely dry.
- What happened to you? - she asked anxiously.
The sad vegetables replied that they withered and stopped growing because there had been no rain for a long time, which they so needed.
- Maybe I can help you? - Cloud asked boldly.
“You’re still so small,” answered the large pumpkin, which was considered the main one in the garden. If only a huge cloud would fly in, thunder and heavy rain would pour down,” she said thoughtfully.
“I’ll gather my girlfriends and help the vegetables,” the cloud decided, flying away.
She flew to Veterok and asked him to blow hard to collect all the small clouds into one big one and help the rain to fall. Crazy Breeze happily helped, and by evening the big cloud swelled stronger and stronger, and finally burst. Cheerful drops of rain poured onto the ground and watered everything around. And the surprised vegetables raised their tops high, as if they did not want to miss a single drop of rain.
- Thank you, Tuchka! And you, Veterok! - the vegetables said in unison. - Now we will definitely grow up and give joy to all people!
Adventures of a leaf
Hello! My name is Leaf! I was born in the spring, when the buds begin to swell and bloom. The scales of my house - the buds - opened, and I saw how beautiful the world is. The sun touched every leaf, every blade of grass with its gentle rays. And they smiled back. Then it began to rain, and my bright green outfit was covered with drops, like multi-colored beads.
How fun and carefree the summer flew by! Birds chirped all day long on the branches of my mother Birch, and at night the warm breeze told me about their travels.
Time flew quickly, and I began to notice that the sun was not shining so brightly and was no longer warm. The wind blew strong and cold. The birds began to prepare for the long journey.
One morning I woke up and saw that my dress had turned yellow. At first I wanted to cry, but Mother Berezka calmed me down. She said that autumn has come, and therefore everything around is changing.
And at night a strong wind tore me from the branch and spun me in the air. By morning the wind died down and I fell to the ground. There were already many other leaves lying here. We were cold. But soon white flakes, like cotton wool, began to fall from the sky. They covered us with a fluffy blanket. I felt warm and calm. I felt myself falling asleep and was in a hurry to say goodbye to you. Goodbye!
(modern ecological fairy tale)
At the edge of the forest, in a bast hut, there lived, as they say, one grandmother. As a child, she did yoga, and that’s why she was nicknamed Yoga. And when she grew old, they began to call her Baba Yoga, and those who did not know her before simply called her Baba Yaga.
And so her life turned out that she had neither children nor grandchildren, but only a small gray goat. Grandmother Yaga spent all her natural kindness on him - she spoiled him, in a word. Either he will bring the most delicious cabbage from the garden, then he will bring the best carrots, or he will even let a little goat into the garden - eat, dear one, whatever your heart desires.
They went on year after year. And, of course, as always happens with those who are pampered, our little gray goat turned into a big gray goat. And since he never learned to work, he was as useless as a milk goat. I lay on the sofa all day, ate cabbage, and listened to rap. Yes, he was so addicted to this turnip that it’s impossible to say in a fairy tale or describe with a pen. And then he began to compose himself: he lies and screams at the top of his goat throat:
- I am a gray goat, I am a thunderstorm in vegetable gardens,
A lot of people respect me.
And if someone throws a stone at me,
Then after that he is fully responsible for the goat.
To tell the truth, no one threw a stone at him - who wants to mess with such a goat. He came up with it this way, for rhyme and for his own courage. And then he believed it himself. And our goat became so brave that he wanted to go for a walk in the forest - to see the animals, and to show off himself, so cool.
Soon the fairy tale is told, but not soon the deed is done. Our goat took a long time to get ready: either the outfit didn’t suit him, it wasn’t fashionable, they say, or he wasn’t in the mood. Grandmother Yaga was completely off her feet, looking for super-fashionable new things for her beloved goat:
“I’m tired, poor thing, but there’s nothing you can do about it - as they say: “love is evil, and you’ll love a goat.”
But finally, I got it together. Spring has already arrived. He walks through the forest, yelling his praises, and then who do you think comes out to meet him? Well, of course, a wolf. By the way, please note, it’s also gray. He walks and sings his song:
- There are no adversities in my life,
There is no twist in it,
I've been studying for a whole year
Pistils, stamens.
La la la la. La-la-la.
Pistils, poke-butts!
Suddenly the wolf saw the goat and froze in place. From enormous indignation. And our goat stands, neither alive nor dead from fear - it’s no joke, for the first time I met a real wolf face to face. He even dropped his baseball cap with metal horns. He instantly forgot all his rapping, he’s shaking all over, all he can say is:
- Be-e-e-yes!
“What are you doing?” the wolf growls at him, “why did you come here, I ask you?!” May you never set foot here again!
- I, uh, I didn’t know...
- Take your foot off, how many times do I have to tell you!
- I won’t do this anymore.
- Take your foot off! Otherwise I’ll hurt you now!
- What did I do? What the hell, it’s the goat’s fault! By the way, I am not your scapegoat.
- What did you do? But you can’t see it yourself, you’re a hornless goat! I almost stepped on a flower. This is a snowdrop - a primrose. Now they are the only ones left in this clearing - they have trampled all the others like you.
The goat looked at his feet - and it was true: wonderful, delicate flowers were growing in the clearing. And his hooves have several at once. And they are marvelously, indescribably beautiful. He stands and is afraid to move - his shoes are also metal, heavy and clumsy.
Meanwhile, the wolf approached our goat, so that not a single flower was touched, grabbed the goat and... moved it to another, safe place. As soon as the wolf lowered him to the ground, like a goat from the joy of being saved, he gave such a rush that only the wind whistled behind his ears.
And what remained of him was a baseball cap with horns and newfangled boots. The wolf put them in the botanical museum so that everyone would look, but they themselves would not become such goats.
And since then the goat has never set foot in the forest, abandoned the turnips, and began to read smart books about nature in order to be able to distinguish rare flowers from ordinary ones. Who knows, maybe he’ll even become a human!
This is where the fairy tale ends, whoever understood everything is well done,
Well, don’t be a little goat, take care of the spring forest.
Autumn
Once upon a time there was a beauty Autumn. She loved to dress up trees in red, yellow, and orange outfits. She loved to listen to the fallen leaves rustling under her feet, she loved when people came to visit her in the forest for mushrooms, for vegetables in the garden, for fruit in the garden.But it became more and more sad Autumn. She knew that her sister Winter would soon come, cover everything with snow, bind the rivers with ice, strike with severe frost: So she gathered Autumn all animals - birds, fish, insects - and ordered bears, hedgehogs, badgers to hide in warm dens and holes; change the fur coats of hares and squirrels to warm, inconspicuous ones; birds - those who are afraid of cold and hunger - fly to warmer climes, and fish, frogs and other aquatic inhabitants bury themselves deeper in the sand and silt and sleep there until spring.
Everyone obeyed Autumn. And when the clouds thickened, the snow began to fall, the wind rose and the frost began to get stronger, it was no longer scary, because everyone was ready for winter.
