I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov “Spring in the Forest”
Through remote thickets and swamps in early spring The hunter made his way from edge to edge through the dense forest.
He saw many birds and animals in the awakened forest. I saw a capercaillie grazing on the edge of a swamp, an elk grazing in a young aspen forest in the sun, and an old wolf making its way through a forest ravine to its lair and running with its prey.
The attentive hunter saw and heard a lot in the forest.
Joyful, noisy and fragrant spring. Birds sing loudly, spring streams ring under the trees. The swollen buds smell like resin.
A warm wind runs through the high peaks.
Soon, soon the forest will be covered with leaves, bird cherry trees will bloom on the edges, and vociferous nightingales will click over the streams. Long-tailed cuckoos will fly by and crow: “Kuk-ku! Cuckoo! Ku-ku!
Busy ants run over the hummocks, fly out of their winter shelter, and the first bumblebee buzzes.
Shoots of young grass and blue and white snowdrops will cover the forest clearings.
Good, joyful, cheerful spring in the forest!
I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov “Early morning”
Early in the morning, in a deep forest, on the very edge of a swamp, a capercaillie is showing.
“Teke, teke, ek, ek, ek!” - his quiet spring song is heard.
Calm morning in the forest.
Every sound can be heard far away.
Here a white hare hobbled through the thicket, quietly crunching. A cautious fox ran along the edge. A fast ferret hid in a hole under a snag.
Long-legged cranes trumpeted loudly in the swamp, greeting the sun.
A long-nosed snipe ram burst out of the swamp and rose into the sky like an arrow.
“Kachi-kachi-kachi-kachi!” — sitting on a hummock, another snipe in the swamp responded joyfully.
“Teke, teke, ek, ek, ek!” - the capercaillie clicked more and more often, and sang his song even hotter. From a distance it seems like someone is sharpening an ax on a grindstone far, far away.
During the song, the capercaillie cannot hear and sees poorly. He does not hear how a fox makes his way through the lek, or how moose graze in a young aspen forest at the edge of the swamp.
When the capercaillie finishes his short song, he listens for a long time: is a hunter coming or sneaking towards the current?
I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov "At the edge of the forest"
Higher and higher above the forest the sun.
An old moose cow came out to the edge of the forest with a long-legged newborn calf, and the moose cow dozed off in the warm spring sun.
A little moose calf learns to run. His long legs trip over high hummocks.
The spring sun gently warms the sparse forest. The fragrant sticky buds have already swelled on the trees. Sweet sap oozes from a birch branch broken by moose in clear drops.
Reflecting the high sky, spring puddles in the forest appear blue. And above the blue puddles, above the warmed, awakened earth, in the golden rays of the sun, pusher mosquitoes “push poppies.”
Willow bushes blossomed into golden puffs. Under the trees, hummocks overgrown with lingonberries are green.
The spring forest smells good!
An old moose dozed off in the sun. She sensitively hears every rustle, every alarming sound.
A small elk calf frolics carefree at her feet. He knows that neither gray wolf, neither the evil robber lynx will be offended by his sensitive and strong mother.
M. Prishvin “Guys and Ducklings”
A small wild teal duck finally decided to move her ducklings from the forest, bypassing the village, into the lake to freedom. In the spring, this lake overflowed far, and a solid place for a nest could only be found about three miles away, on a hummock, in a swamp forest. And when the water subsided, we had to travel all three miles to the lake. In places open to the eyes of man, fox and hawk, the mother walked behind so as not to let the Ducklings out of sight for a minute. And near the forge, when crossing the road, she, of course, let them go ahead. That’s where the guys saw them and threw punches at them. All the time while they were catching the ducklings, the mother ran after them with an open beak or flew several steps in different directions in the greatest excitement. The guys were just about to throw hats at their mother and catch her like ducklings, but then I approached.
- What will you do with the ducklings? - I asked the guys sternly.
They chickened out and replied:
- Let's go.
- That’s it, “let’s go”! - I said very angrily. - Why did you need to catch them? Where is mother now?
- And there he sits! - the guys answered in unison. And they pointed out to me a nearby steam mound
fields where the duck actually sat with his mouth open in excitement.
“Quickly,” I ordered the guys, “go and return all the ducklings to her!”
They even seemed to be delighted at my order and ran up the hill with the ducklings. The mother flew away a little and, when the guys left, rushed to save her sons and daughters. In her own way, she quickly said something to them and ran to the oat field. Five ducklings ran after her. And so, through the oat field, bypassing the village, the family continued its journey to the lake.
I joyfully took off my hat and, waving it, shouted:
- Bon voyage, ducklings!
The guys laughed at me.
-Why are you laughing, you fools? - I told the guys. - Do you think it’s so easy for ducklings to get into the lake? Just wait, wait for the university exam. Quickly take off all your hats and shout “goodbye”!
And the same hats, dusty on the road while catching ducklings, rose into the air, and the guys all shouted at once:
- Goodbye, ducklings!
M. Prishvin “Zhurka”
Once we had it - we caught a young crane and gave it a frog. He swallowed it. They gave me another and I swallowed it. The third, fourth, fifth, and then we didn’t have any more frogs at hand.
- Good girl! - said my wife and asked me: - How many of them can he eat? Ten maybe?
“Ten,” I say, “maybe.”
What if twenty?
Twenty, I say, hardly...
We clipped the wings of this crane, and he began to follow his wife everywhere. She milks the cow - and Zhurka goes with her, she goes to the garden - and Zhurka needs to go there, and she also goes to field and collective farm work with her, and to fetch water. The wife got used to him as if she were her own child, and without him she is already bored, she can’t live without him. But only if it happens - he’s not there, only one thing will shout: “Fru-fru!”, and he runs to her. So smart! This is how the crane lives with us, and its clipped wings keep growing and growing.
Once the wife went down to the swamp to fetch water, and Zhurka followed her. A small frog sat by the well and jumped from Zhurka into the swamp, Zhurka followed him, and the water was deep, and you couldn’t reach the frog from the shore. Zhurk flapped his wings and suddenly flew away. His wife gasped and followed him. He swings his arms, but he can’t get up.
And in tears, and to us: “Oh, oh, what grief! Ahah!" We all ran to the well.
We see Zhurka sitting far away, in the middle of our swamp.
- Fru-fru! - I shout.
And all the guys behind me also shout:
- Fru-fru!
And so smart! As soon as he heard our “fru-fru”, he immediately flapped his wings and flew in. At this point the wife can’t remember herself with joy and tells the kids to run quickly after the frogs. This year there were a lot of frogs, the guys soon collected two caps. The guys brought frogs and began giving and counting. They gave me five - I swallowed them, they gave me ten - I swallowed them, twenty and thirty, and so I swallowed forty-three frogs at one time.
N. Sladkov “Three on one log”
The river overflowed its banks and the water overflowed into the sea. The Fox and the Hare are stuck on an island. The Hare rushes around the island and says:
- There is water ahead, the Fox is behind - this is the situation!
And the Fox shouts to the Hare:
- Come on, Hare, to my log - you won’t drown!
The island is going under water. The Hare jumped onto the log to the Fox and the two of them swam down the river.
Magpie saw them and chirped:
- Interesting, interesting... Fox and Hare on the same log - something will come of it!
The Fox and the Hare are swimming. A magpie flies from tree to tree along the shore.
So the Hare says:
“I remember before the flood, when I lived in the forest, I loved to lick willow branches!” So tasty, so juicy...
“And for me,” sighs the Fox, “there is nothing sweeter than voles.” You won’t believe it, the Hare swallowed them whole, didn’t even spit out the bones!
- Yeah! — Soroka was wary. - It's starting!..
She flew up to the log, sat down on a twig and said:
— There are no tasty mice on the log. You, Fox, will have to eat the Hare!
The hungry Fox rushed at the Hare, but the edge of the log plunged - the Fox quickly returned to her place. She shouted at Soroka angrily:
- Oh, what a nasty bird you are! There is no peace from you either in the forest or on the water. So you cling to it like a burr to a tail!
And Soroka, as if nothing had happened:
- Now, Hare, it’s your turn to attack. Where have you seen the Fox and the Hare get along? Push her into the water, I will help!
The Hare closed his eyes and rushed at the Fox, but the log swayed - the Hare quickly came back. And shouts at Soroka:
- What a harmful bird! He wants to destroy us. He's deliberately inciting each other!
A log floats down the river, the Hare and the Fox are thinking on the log.
At first we didn’t even want to listen to the oatmeal song: it was too simple. And the singer is invisible: she sits motionless on a branch, squinting her eyes, and sings in one voice: “Xin-hsin-hsin-hsi-yin!”
“Just listen,” they said. - Do you hear?
“Xin-hsin-hsin-hsi-yin!”
And that’s right, there’s blue all around! How did we not notice this before! And the sky is blue, the haze over the forest is blue, the shadows on the snow are like blue lightning. And if you squint your eyes, everything will turn blue.
Blue month of March!
“That’s not all,” they said. - Listen to her in April.
In April, the bunting gave advice with its song. He will see the driver in the sledge on the muddy road and sing: “Change the sleigh, take the cart!”
In May, the oatmeal has the same song, but the advice is different. He sees that the cattleman is carrying hay to the cows, and immediately: “Carry it, carry it, carry it, don’t bother!”
- Look! - the cattleman grins. - And how does she know that we are running out of hay?
Buntings like to sing near human habitation. She has one song, but everyone translates it in their own way.
E. Nosov “Skvoreshnya”
Spring rustled in streams,
Blackened by the earth and rooks,
And in the branches of swollen cherries
Sparrows fought over birdhouse
To tell the truth, that birdhouse was no longer worth a good word: over the winter the planks were warped, the roof was cracked and there was a gaping hole in it. And the host starlings are already somewhere on the way. Look, they've passed Oboyan and will be home any time now. In a good way, we should replace the birdhouse and please the birds with a new light. But where can I get it? How nice it would be if bird houses were sold in stores in the spring! Let the guys from some carpentry vocational school do it. Or schoolchildren would do this during Labor Lessons, and at the same time learn carpentry. On Bird Day, people would flock to the store, and everyone would buy a birdhouse. But no, such a product is not on sale yet. But there is nothing to make it yourself: in a modern apartment with all the amenities - no extra boards, no plywood. There is a parcel box lying on the balcony, and even that one is made of wood. Well, the wood slab, of course, will immediately get wet in the rain.
And I went to the construction site to look at something abandoned and unnecessary.
And it’s spring at the construction site: the muddy clay has floated, the wheel ruts and potholes are filled with jelly, and only piles of sand and brick stacks rise like islands among the abyss. It's good that I went in rubber boots.
It was a Sunday, there were no people at the construction site, I climbed and climbed around the empty yard - I couldn’t find anything suitable. True, there was a pile of fresh boards yellowing near the brigade trailer, but they were intended for business, and not for my trifle.
Finally, in the road rut, I found a two-meter block broken in the middle. Someone must have placed it under the car wheels. I pulled the board out of the mud and had just begun to wash it in the melted snowbank under the fence when I heard someone calling out to me:
- Hey, what do you want?
I turned around. A red, fluffy hat stuck out of the trailer, under which it was difficult to make out a face.
- Not allowed for strangers.
Squatting, I continued to wash the board, and then the watchman, leaning on a ribbed reinforcing rod, began to slam his boots in my direction.
“They’re hanging around here...” he inflamed himself. - That’s how I’ll hit you with a crutch...
“Yes, here...” I stood up and pointed to the board. — I picked it up in a rut. Broken...
“I picked it up...” the watchman glared menacingly from under his shaggy hat, which made him look like a homeless Airedale. - It’s said, it’s not allowed.
“The birdhouse wanted to do it,” I justified myself embarrassedly and, wanting to touch my soul and soften the “terrier,” I added for convincing: “My grandson asked.” He pestered: do it and do it...
- I do not know anything! - the “terrier” adamantly interrupted. “One needs it for a farmhouse, the other needs it for a garage.”
- Well, the board has been thrown. And, you see, it’s broken in half. It is held on by one vein. She was lying in the mud.
“You never know... in the mud,” the watchman stepped on the end of the board with his boot. “Even though it’s in the mud, it’s all the same, don’t touch it.”
The situation was humiliating. The whole point is that he is right and I am wrong. I embarrassedly wiped my wet hands on my pants and, out of hopelessness, looked for cigarettes in my pocket. As luck would have it, there was no smoke, some kind of lump got into my fingers, and I mechanically pulled it out into the light. It was a crumpled paper ruble.
- Maybe it will be useful? — I hesitantly held out the find.
“Terrier” paused, as if sniffing the ruble from afar, and suddenly, somehow instantly swallowing what was proposed, “wagged his tail”:
- Just wait. Why do you need this... Wait, we’ll find a better one now. You need a dry one for the birdhouse. “He quickly ran to the trailer and pulled out a piece of fresh board from the pile. - Here, plan it. There is no need to touch it, it is already clean.
“No, thank you,” I refused, picking up the old board from the ground. - I somehow fell in love with this one.
- Oddball! — “Terrier” shook the fur hanging over his eyes. - I’ll give you a new one. But the plane won’t take a wet one, it will get flattened.
- It’s okay, I’ll dry it first. “For some reason, I really liked this crippled board rescued from the mud more, and I threw the board towards the trailer, but before it reached the stack, it slammed hard into the mess itself.
“Listen,” the watchman perked up again, wagged his tail and, approaching, muffled his voice: “Maybe you need cement?” Then come back when it gets dark. Three for a bucket.
- No, no, no need.
I went to the exit, and he, mincingly slurping from behind, suggested after me:
- If you pay in advance, I’ll give you a bucket for a ruble, huh? Where do you live? I'll bring it myself in the evening.
I went out the gate and washed my boots in a noisy spring stream.
E. Nosov “Like a crow got lost on the roof”
March is finally here! A damp warmth blew in from the south. The gloomy motionless clouds split and moved. The sun came out, and the cheerful tambourine chime of drops began to sound across the earth, as if spring was rolling along on an invisible troika.
Outside the window, in the elderberry bushes, the warmed-up sparrows made a fuss. Everyone tried their best, rejoicing that they were alive: “Alive! Alive! Alive!
Suddenly a melted icicle fell from the roof and landed in the very sparrow heap. The flock, with a noise similar to sudden rain, flew to the roof of a neighboring house. There the sparrows sat in a row on the ridge and had just calmed down when a shadow slid across the slope of the roof big bird. The sparrows immediately fell over the ridge.
But the worry was in vain. An ordinary crow landed on the chimney, the same as all other crows in March: with a mud-spattered tail and a tousled scruff. Winter made her forget about self-esteem, about the toilet, and she struggled to earn her daily bread by hook or by crook.
By the way, she was lucky today. In her beak she held a large piece of bread.
Having sat down, she looked around suspiciously: were there any children nearby? And what kind of habit do these brats have of throwing stones? Then she looked around the nearest fences, trees, roofs: there could be other crows there. They won't let you eat in peace either. Now they will flock together and get into a fight.
But it seems that no troubles were foreseen. The sparrows again crowded into the elder tree and from there looked enviously at her piece of bread. But she did not take this scandalous small fry into account.
So, you can have a snack!
The crow placed the piece on the edge of the pipe, stepped on it with both paws and began to chisel. When it broke off especially big piece, it got stuck in the throat, the crow stretched its neck and helplessly jerked its head. Having swallowed, she again began to look around for a while.
And after another blow with its beak, a large ball of crumb jumped out from under its paws and, falling from the chimney, rolled along the slope of the roof. The crow croaked in annoyance: the bread might fall to the ground and go for nothing to some idlers like the sparrows that perched in the bushes under the window. She even heard one of them say:
- C'mon, I saw it first!
- Chick, don’t lie, I noticed it earlier! - the other one shouted and pecked Chick in the eye.
It turns out that other sparrows saw the crumb of bread rolling on the roof, and therefore a desperate argument arose in the bushes.
But they argued prematurely: the bread did not fall to the ground. He didn't even reach the chute. Halfway there, it caught on the ribbed seam that connects roofing sheets.
The crow made a decision that can be expressed in human words like this: “Let that piece lie there, while I deal with it.”
Having finished pecking at the remains, the crow decided to eat the fallen piece. But this turned out to be no easy task. The roof was quite steep, and when the large, heavy bird tried to get down, it failed. Her paws slid over the iron and she went down, braking with her outstretched tail.
She did not like traveling this way, she took off and sat on the chute. From here the crow tried to get the bread again, climbing from bottom to top. It turned out to be more convenient. Helping herself with her wings, she finally reached the middle of the ramp. But what is it? The bread has disappeared! I looked back, looked up - the roof was empty!
Suddenly, a long-legged jackdaw in a gray scarf landed on the pipe and defiantly clicked its tongue: yes! like, what's going on here? Because of such impudence, even the feathers on the back of the crow’s neck bristled, and its eyes sparkled with an unkind shine. She jumped up and rushed at the uninvited guest.
“What an old fool!” - Chick, who had been following this whole story, said to himself and was the first to jump onto the roof. He saw how the crow, having flown over the gutter, began to climb up not along the strip where the piece of bread lay, but along the adjacent one. She was already very close. Chick’s heart even sank because the crow could guess to cross
to another lane and discover the prey. But this dirty, shaggy bird is very stupid. And Chick secretly counted on her stupidity.
- Chick! - the sparrows shouted, running after him. - Chick! This is unfair!
It turns out that they all saw how the old crow got lost on the roof.
Eduard Shim "Spring"
Light drops call, streams splash, waves rumble like strings... The music is getting louder, more joyful!
It’s me, Spring, riding through the forest today.
I have a team of twelve fastest streams. They spread their foamy manes, rush down the hills, carve a path in the dirty snow. Nothing will stop them!
Fly, my silver horses, hey, hey! Ahead lies a deserted land, fallen asleep in a dead sleep. Who will wake her up, who will call her to life?
I, Spring, will do it.
I have full handfuls of living water. I will sprinkle the earth with this water, and immediately everything around will come to life.
Look - I waved my hand, and - the rivers wake up... So they rise, swell... break green ice above oneself! Look - I waved again, and - all kinds of small living creatures began to scurry away... birds were flying from the distant south... animals were getting out of dark holes! Move over, forest people, you will sleep! I myself am in a hurry and in a hurry and I don’t tell others to lie still. Hurry up, otherwise the violent flood will catch up with you, surround you, and someone will have to swim.
I can’t wait, I have a long way to go. From the southern edge of the earth to the northern, to the very cold seas, I must rush on my fast horses.
And then Frost is stubborn, at night he secretly throws an icy bridle on my horses. He wants to detain me, stop me, turn the living water into dead water.
But I won't give in to him.
In the morning the sun will heat up my horses, they will rush on the road again - and they will destroy all the ice barriers.
And again the light drops call, again the streams splash, again they rumble... He sings living water, and the earth wakes up to new life!
S. Kozlov “Spring Tale”
This has never happened to Hedgehog before. Never before had he felt like singing and having fun for no reason. But now, when the month of May came, he sang and had fun all day long, and if anyone asked him why he was singing and having fun, the Hedgehog just smiled and began to sing even louder.
“That’s because spring has come,” said the Little Bear. - That’s why the Hedgehog is having fun!
And the Hedgehog took a violin from the closet, called two hares and told them:
- Go take your drums from last year and come back to me!
And when the hares came with drums over their shoulders, Hedgehog told them to go behind, and he himself went first, playing the violin.
-Where is he going? - asked the First Hare.
“I don’t know,” answered the Second.
- Should we beat the drums? - he asked the Hedgehog.
“No, not yet,” said the Hedgehog. -Can't you see: I play the violin!..
And so they walked through the entire forest.
At the edge of the forest, in front of a tall pine tree, the Hedgehog stopped, raised his muzzle and, without taking his eyes off Squirrel’s hollow, began to play the most tender melody he knew. It was called: “Sad Mosquito.”
“Pi-pi-pi-pi-i!..” - the violin sang. And the Hedgehog even closed his eyes - he felt so good and sad.
- Why did we stop here? - asked the First Hare.
- Don't you understand? - Hedgehog was surprised. - Red Sun lives here!
- Should we beat the drums?
“Wait,” the Hedgehog grumbled. - I'll tell you when...
And again he closed his eyes and started playing “Sad Mosquito.”
The squirrel was sitting in the hollow and knew that it was the Hedgehog standing under the pine tree, playing “Sad Mosquito” and calling her Red Sun... But she wanted to listen to the violin longer, and so she did not look out of the Hollow.
And the Hedgehog played all day until the evening and, when he was tired, nodded his head to the hares - and they quietly drummed so that the Squirrel knew that the Hedgehog was still standing below and waiting for her to look out.
Short stories about nature in the spring season by Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin convey the ringing and playful mood of spring, which cheerfully and persistently awakens nature after a long winter sleep.
The beginning of spring light
On the eighteenth of January in the morning it was minus 20, and in the middle of the day it was dripping from the roof. This entire day, from morning to night, seemed to bloom and shine like crystal. The spruce trees, covered with snow, stood like alabaster, and all day long they changed colors from pink to blue. A fragment of a pale moon hung in the sky for a long time, while below, along the horizon, colors were distributed.
Everything about this first day of spring light was beautiful, and we spent it hunting. Despite the severe frost, the hares lay down tightly, and not in the swamps, as they are supposed to lie down in the frost, but in the fields, in the bushes, in the islands near the edge.
spring frost
Frost and a northern storm burst into the sun's work that night and caused so much confusion: even the blue violets were covered with snow crystals and broke in their hands, and it seemed that even the sun was ashamed to get up this morning in such disgrace.
It was not easy to fix everything, but the sun in the spring cannot be put to shame, and already at eight o’clock in the morning, riders galloped on a roadside puddle open to the sun’s rays.
Road at the end of March
During the day, all the spring birds flock to the spring road to feed; At night, in order not to get stuck up to your ears in grainy snow, animals also pass along the same road. And for a long time on the red road, on the manure that protects the ice from melting, a man will ride on a sleigh.
The road little by little becomes a dam for the spring streams running towards it. A man and his little boy were riding on a sleigh when a whole lake drained from the streams on one side of the road. The water pressed against the dam with great force, and when a new stream added water, the dam could not stand it, broke, and the noisy stream crossed the path of those riding on a sleigh.
First streams
I heard a bird take off lightly, with the murmur of a dove, and rushed to the dog to check whether it was true that it was woodcocks that had arrived. But Kenta ran calmly. I went back to admire the spill and again heard the same pigeon-crumbling sound as I walked. And again and again.
Finally I realized to stop moving when I heard this sound. And little by little the sound became continuous, and I realized that somewhere under the snow the smallest stream was singing like that. I liked it so much that I went listening to other streams, with amazement distinguishing their different creatures by their voices.
Spring stream
I listened to the water while drawing. The water rolled silently along the meadow hollow, only sometimes a trickle met a trickle, and this caused a splash. And listening, waiting for the next burst, I asked myself, why is this? Maybe up there the snow from under which the stream flowed fell from time to time, and this event in the life of the stream here was transmitted by the collision of streams, or maybe. Not much can happen! After all, if you only delve into the life of one spring stream, it turns out that you can understand it perfectly only if you understand the life of the universe, conducted through yourself.
spring water
The snow is still deep, but so grainy that even the hare sinks to the ground and scratches the snow above with its belly.
After the road, the birds fly to feed in the fields, in those places where it has become black.
All the birches in the rain seem to cry joyfully, sparkling drops fly down, extinguish in the snow, which is why little by little the snow becomes grainy.
The last crunchy remnants of ice on the road are called shards. And that ice bed along which the stream ran was also washed away, and it softened under the water: on this yellow bed the hare, running across to the other side at night, left traces.
Song of water
The spring of water collects related sounds; sometimes, for a long time you cannot understand what it is - water is gurgling, or black grouse are muttering, or frogs are purring. Everything merges together into one song of water, and above it, in accordance with everything, the snipe bleats, in agreement with the water, the woodcock wheezes and the bittern hoots mysteriously: all this strange singing of birds came from the song of spring water.
Spring cleaning
A few more days, a week - and nature will begin to cover all this incredible trash in the forest with flowers, herbs, green mosses, and thin young shoots. It is touching to watch how nature carefully removes its yellow, dry and dead skeleton twice a year, once in the spring it covers it from our eyes with flowers, another time in the fall with snow.
The nuts and alders are still blooming, and their golden earrings are still smoking from the touch of the birds, but it’s not about them now that they live, but their time has passed. Now blue flower beds with an asterisk surprise and dominate with their multitude and beauty. Occasionally one comes across, but also surprises, a wolf's bast.
The ice melted on the forest road, manure remained, and on this manure, as if sensing it, spruce and pine cones lots of seeds.
Bird cherry
Sympathizing with the fallen birch tree, I rested on it and looked at the large bird cherry tree, then forgetting it, then returning to it again in amazement: it seemed to me as if the bird cherry tree was immediately dressed before my eyes in its transparent clothes, made as if from green noise: yes , among the gray, not yet dressed trees and frequent bushes, it was green, and at the same time, through this greenery, I saw frequent white birch trees behind it. But when I got up and wanted to say goodbye to the green bird cherry tree, it seemed to me as if the birch trees were not visible behind it. What is it? Or I made it up myself, that there were birch trees, or... or the bird cherry got dressed while I was resting.
Spring coup
During the day, there were “cat tails” in the sky at one height, and a huge innumerable fleet of cumulus clouds floated at another. We could not find out what was coming and what was passing: a cyclone or an anticyclone.
Now in the evening everything was reflected: it was on this evening that the long-awaited revolution took place, the transition from an undressed spring to a green spring
M. Prishvin "Seasons"
Essay Spring rain 4th, 5th, 6th grade
Any phenomenon associated with spring period, causes a holiday in the soul. After all, it is at this time that all living things around awaken, the world is transformed in all its manifestations.
Essay Forest in spring
Spring! With the arrival of spring, a new life is born, because at this time everything wakes up Live nature. And the forest awakens from hibernation in the spring, comes to life. You look and marvel at how he draws strength to transform himself, change his clothes.
April is the most beautiful month of the year. At this time, real spring comes. She has already come into her own. The snow has already melted in some places, the sun is shining brightly, the days are getting longer. Light cirrus clouds are flying in the sky.
Essay Snowdrop 4th grade
Snowdrop is a beautiful spring flower. Everything around is waking up after a long winter sleep. There are no leaves on the trees yet. There is still snow in the clearings in the forests, but the flower is already making its way to the sun.
Essay First Day of Spring
Spring is a wonderful time of year, when nature wakes up, everything blooms around, delights with its renewal. There may still be snow on the street and quite cold at night, but you can already feel the approaching warmth in the air
I woke up from some knocking. Opening my eyes, I realized that the sun had not risen yet, and decided to try to fall asleep again. But all my attempts were in vain. In addition, the knocking did not give rest.
We need to describe the pictures of spring. In fact, I personally would find it easier to draw with paints than with words! But I’ll try, because spring is mine favorite time of the year. First you wait for this spring, you wait.
Spring is the most extraordinary time of the year. In spring nature comes to life. In spring, the snow melts and the first green grass appears. In spring you can hear the birds singing. In spring, the sun shines and your mood immediately improves.
During spring break, my dad and I decided to make feeders and birdhouses so as not to miss the moment when migratory birds return again. To do this, we hung structures right in our yard.
Every long winter will come to an end. Spring is coming. In spring, all nature wakes up after hibernation. Early spring is a deceptive time. At this time it may snow or return to frost.
Everyone has long known that after winter, spring always comes. Some people associate it with new life, with the approach of summer, and for some with slush and dirt
According to the calendar, spring comes in March. But she is sometimes late. And then it snows again. The days are getting longer than in winter. Snow is melting. Puddles form
After a long and painfully cold winter, the long-awaited spring has finally arrived, bringing warmth and bright sunshine
With each onset of spring, the snow melts, the first flowers bloom, birds return from warmer climes and delight with their chirping. From the first appearance of the sun, spring water flows along the roads and makes all the children happy. Streams of dirty water flow non-stop
I like to go to the forest in April. I love listening to how nature awakens in the spring. When the snow begins to melt, the babbling of streams can be heard everywhere.
Spring time for many people is the most favorite time of the year, because with its onset nature awakens to life after hibernation.
Spring is a wonderful time of year. It has its own bright colors and its own beautiful music.
Spring does not come alone, it brings with it something that has been sleeping soundly all winter. No, I'm not talking about bears! And not about green leaves on tree branches. I'm talking about the strength and energy that spring brings with it.
It would seem that the winter frosts have only just ended and the snow has recently melted, but the city has already been transformed. Small fires of last year's leaves are smoldering, the first greenery is rapidly reaching towards the sun in the park and flower beds, children's voices are being heard more and more often
Birds are easily recognizable animals. They descended from a group of small dinosaurs whose bodies eventually became covered with feathers and wings developed from their forelimbs. There are more than 8,700 bird species on earth, and more are being discovered
Spring comes and drives away winter. With the arrival of March, the rays of the sun begin to break through the clouds more and more often. In some places you can still notice ice, which is insidiously hidden under the snow. The cool air reminds us that winter stubbornly refuses to go away.
Year after year, tired of the cold, we wait for the first rays of sun and spring drops. We look forward to living through the winter, with its long evenings, frosts, and sometimes slush.
Essay Spring has come
Outside the window, the snow is melting, buds are already visible on the trees, happy schoolchildren are running through the puddles to school, nature is being renewed, birds are returning from warm countries, there is some special smell in the air. This is how spring comes. Nature is waking up and coming out of its winter sleep, around are the happy faces of people who are waiting for warm spring days.
But just recently, embittered and frozen people were rushing to work, there was no pleasant ringing of birds outside the window and there was no such spring-like warming sun. It was terribly difficult to get up in the morning, only the annoying alarm clock forced me to gain strength and go do things.
Spring comes somehow completely suddenly, it doesn’t even always depend on the date and day of the week on the calendar, you can only feel it. This cannot be confused with anything - a small pleasant shiver runs through the body, a feeling of some inexplicable joy, expectation of something new, the emergence of some sweet feelings.
Together with nature, all human sensations and feelings awaken. It is not without reason that it is believed that the most wonderful time for love is spring. People at this time, as a rule, find a soul mate, someone finds the strength to start something new and change something in their life. Routine work no longer seems so exhausting and unpleasant.
Any natural changes affect a person. You walk down the street, inhale this smell of approaching spring, and a smile involuntarily forms on your face. You look back, and there are also a thousand people like you, happy people, who also watch with trepidation and joy the sudden changes that have occurred.
This is also a special time for schoolchildren. For example, those completing their studies may have to make lifelong choices. It is necessary to decide on a profession and prepare for exams and admission. Some people think with regret that they will have to leave school, others, on the contrary, look forward with confidence and expectation to new acquaintances and fateful meetings in adulthood.
Spring is a time of change, new meetings and pleasant acquaintances. From observing how nature comes to life, every cell of the body is renewed, you feel in your soul some inexplicable unity with nature and a feeling of endless happiness.
For 4th grade
We have four seasons. Winter, spring, summer and autumn. I like them all, but most of all spring. When it comes, it becomes so fresh outside.
In spring, animals wake up, birds fly from warm countries. And when they sing in the morning, it’s simply breathtaking. The first snowdrop flowers appear. They are very beautiful, and there is also green grass on it, so pleasant to run on bare feet. The first buds appear on the trees and it’s so good to watch them. One day I picked a twig from a tree, brought it home and put it in a jar and watched it every day. It was so wonderful, her buds grew bigger every day, and one fine day I woke up and saw a delicate green leaf coming out of the bud. It smelled like spring, it was just wonderful.
I only had this one branch, but nature had thousands of them on the street, and when they all bloom at once it is simply amazing beauty. That's why I love spring.
Spring essay
Spring is the most beautiful time of the year. Nature begins to wake up after cold winter days. The snow begins to melt and streams run along the roads. When there is no trace left of the snowdrifts, fluffy green grass begins to emerge, covering everything around. A huge number of colorful flowers appear that delight the eye.
Birds that have flown south return home and begin to sing their luscious songs, which you can listen to for hours. Animals that hibernated in winter wake up.
The sun begins to shine even brighter and warms everything around with its rays. In the evening, it is no longer dark outside, as the days become longer in spring. The buds on the trees begin to swell, which means that very soon everything around will become beautiful and blooming. Walking past the trees, you can enjoy a pleasant floral aroma. In spring, even the smell of the air changes, becoming clean and light. After the spring rain it smells especially fresh. The spring sky is different from any other time of the year. It becomes light and clean, and the curly clouds resemble various animals.
All people awaken in the spring along with nature. They no longer want to sit at home, and they begin to spend more time outside. A unique holiday atmosphere is created. Trips outside the city, picnics, cycling and just regular walks in the park are becoming more frequent.
The mood changes after winter better side. Everyone becomes more joyful and active. spring weather pleases everyone without exception, both old people and children, who begin to spend whole days on the street without noticing the onset of evening. The variety of natural colors brings positive emotions and love into the life of every person, and memories of a wonderful time remain in the memory for a lifetime.
Spring is knocking on the window, there is a breath of spring
Spring is my favorite time of the year. Its onset is considered to be the appearance of snowdrops. The animals in the forest are waking up. At this time, the snow melts and the sun begins to warm, which knocks on the windows every morning with its rays. It's getting warm outside.
The grass begins to turn green, and green leaves bloom on the trees. In spring, birds fly home from warm countries. Houses need to be built for them so that they have a place to live. During the day you can constantly hear their chirping, which is similar to the melody of a song. In spring, everyone spends a lot of time outside. Children are constantly playing in the yard. It seems to me that nature is the most beautiful in spring, as everything is in bloom and the sun is constantly shining.
Essay about Spring for 7th grade
Just yesterday I spent half an hour in the morning wrapping myself in warm clothes. Then I reluctantly went outside, where it was cold and the wind was blowing by the collar, despite the fact that I was wrapped in a scarf. I hurried to and from classes, not paying attention to what was happening on the street. But spring changed everything. Now when I wake up I don’t shake from the cold, I happily go out into the street in the morning, enjoying the fresh spring air, and the road to school and back is a wonderful opportunity to take a walk and re-see the streets of my hometown, which I had not noticed yesterday. Now the time I spent watching TV or computer, I can happily spend walking outside. It's not even a matter of what I will do. After all, a good mood from the weather is now added to everything. And also from the lightness when you take off your heavy boots and put on light spring shoes. And from the fact that you no longer need to be in such a hurry to get somewhere. That yesterday at this time it was already dark outside, but now it’s still warm and the sun is shining.
If I could choose which season of the existing year should remain on Earth permanently, I would choose spring. It is not as hot as summer and not as rainy as autumn. This is the time when everything blooms and comes to life, and there is no cold weather or rain ahead. There is only sun and a light breeze in the evenings. There is a good and light mood. There is strength to do something new and plan for the future. There is only a positive attitude and it seems that everything in this world is possible if only you really want it and try hard. And in the spring there is a lot of energy for efforts! I associate it with smiles and laughter, with the smell of blossoming apple trees and evening bonfires. With the first picnics in nature, walks in the forest and school excursions. And also with flowers, which by their appearance indicate the arrival of spring. That's why spring is a wonderful time.
Spring! It's a great time! Short mini essay.
It's time, it's time, what's time? It's time to take off the warm jackets and hats that our parents so stubbornly force us to wear. It's time to make plans for the summer and dream about how soon you will swim on the river. It's time to clean out your closet, your briefcase, your head. Yes, yes, in my head, this is a very important part of cleaning! You need to understand what you want and what you need, remove all unnecessary negative thoughts and laziness and start taking action. If someone wants to get good grades at the end of the year, then spring is the time to put effort into studying. In the spring it's time to try yourself in some new business. And in the spring it’s time to just enjoy life!
Description of spring in artistic style for children will help to write their own essays about spring.
Description of spring in artistic style
Spring is a delightful time of year! Nature wakes up and is filled with energy and life. The bright sun becomes warmer every day, thanks to which the snow melts, turning into icicles on the roofs of houses and trees. Large puddles appear that children love to walk through. Birds fly in from distant lands, their chirping can be heard everywhere. The day is lengthening! As soon as the puddles dry up, grass sprouts from the ground, and later buds swell on the trees, which will turn into leaves. Never forget the first rain of the new year, it seems so cheerful, perky, warm and friendly! And the weak breeze, the same light one, like spring?! With the arrival of spring, the whole world is filled with colors, sounds, smells and inspiration!
Description of spring
Nature in spring is a special world that amazes with its unusualness. In three short spring months nature manages to survive enormous metamorphoses. No other time of the year can boast of such changes that occur in spring. At first she wakes up from her winter sleep and at first looks a little sleepy and unsure. However, every day it begins to come into its own and gain strength.
The sun's rays are becoming warmer, the snow is also becoming less and less, he is still trying to outwit the spring and hide in the forest, under the trees, but the sun finds him there too, leaving him no chance.
The arrival of spring is also announced by sounds characteristic only of this time of year: the ringing murmur of streams, the cheerful chirping of birds. The first snowdrops peek out from under the freshly melted snow. And now they, like snow, cover the forest clearings with a delicate carpet.
Then the buds on the trees begin to swell, and tiny green leaves appear, the gardens are buried in flowers, foreshadowing good fruit harvests. And then one morning we discover how all the trees suddenly turned green. For some reason this always happens unexpectedly. It seems like just yesterday the leaves on the trees and bushes were very small, but today the trees are already completely covered in green foliage - bright and young.
The water in reservoirs in spring is clean and renewed. In it you can see the azure sky and clear sun. The cries of migratory birds returning to their homeland are heard in the sky. With spring comes warm days and new life.
Description of spring essay
If you ask me what season I love most, I will answer - of course, spring.
The severe frosts have ended, and the breath of spring can be felt everywhere. Everything awakens to new life, breathes freshness and youth. There are still islands of snow, but the sun is hot, and the first heralds of spring appear - streams. Streams run and sing their song, cheerfully informing everyone about the arrival of spring.
And although it is still frosty at night, spring is coming into its own. Bird voices sound louder, their chirping outside the window wakes me up in the morning. The buds on the trees that have rested over the winter have swelled.
I love watching nature in the spring, watching how everything around me is renewed. I love spending weekends in the spring forest. You walk through the forest and feel that your soul becomes light and joyful. Here are the sunbeams dancing in the clearing, as if they want to tell all the living things in the forest that it’s time to wake up. Snowdrops appeared between the trees from the first rays of sunlight. They are still very small and fragile, but there is so much tenacity in these delicate flowers: they persistently break through the thick carpet of last year’s snow. Blue petals, as if smiling, reach out to the sun.
You come across a clearing of snowdrops and you can’t take your eyes off it: it seems as if the earth and sky are the same color – bright blue. The flowers are so delicate that it is a pity and even a shame to pick them.
Probably, there is no one wiser than Mother Nature, because how can one explain that one season gives way to another, and the most awaited one certainly comes - spring.
Description of spring for grades 4, 5
Option 1. My favorite time of year is spring! It seems that everything comes to life and begins to move: sparrows rustle, drops drip, the first leaves bloom, grass appears. The days are getting longer and brighter. The sky is blue and clear and the sun is shining brighter. Everyone around is happy about spring, even people smile more often. Soon everything around will be painted in bright green colors! This is what real SPRING is!
Option 2. Spring is the time of year that everyone is waiting for, tired of winter. Spring is often called the long-awaited one. The first signs of spring sometimes appear in winter, in February: the sun shines a little stronger - and the icicles begin to melt, cheerful drops ring, reminding us of the approach of spring. After this, frosts may still strike, it may snow, but everyone understands: spring is about to come and will delight you with its warmth.
Spring has come. The sun begins to appear in the sky more and more often, the sky becomes brighter, deep blue, the snow is melting with all its might and streams are running. The ground is still cold, too damp and bare, and the very first flowers, which are called snowdrops, are breaking through the remnants of snow.
Option 3. Spring is a wonderful time of year! With the arrival of spring, everything around is transformed. Every day is filled with changes that occur before our eyes. The first signs of spring - the sun begins to warm up more strongly, the air becomes warmer, the days are longer and the nights are shorter. Adults and children try to spend more and more time outside. Spring is one of the most wonderful times of the year for many people. During this period, everyone is looking forward to the weekend to go out of town, somewhere into the forest, to enjoy the beauty spring nature. Also in the spring, birds arrive, the first flowers bloom, various insects crawl out, and the bees wake up and begin to do their work. With the arrival of spring, everything around comes to life and sings.
Option 4. Spring in my city. After a long winter, the long-awaited spring has finally come to our city. The snow had melted, and only in places there were puddles of melt water glistening on the asphalt. Tits perched on thin branches, battered by winter frosts, resounding around the area with their ringing voices, welcoming spring.
The air smells of young leaves and freshness, and the sun is already warming up noticeably. Sprouts of young grass emerge from under the damp earth, buds swell on the branches, and everything comes to life everywhere. The sky is clean and clear, without a single cloud, after a long winter it amazes with its blueness. The sun's rays play on the roofs of houses and on the windows of passing cars. With the arrival of spring, the whole city was transformed: everything blossomed everywhere, and the fierce, harsh cold that accompanied the frosty winter was no longer felt.
