Description of the winter forest. A fairy tale in real time. Short stories about winter A story on the theme of winter - time for fairy tales

How Vanya found the culprit and became friends with Grandfather Frost

stood snowy winter. Vanya went out into the yard for a walk. The day before, he and his friend Misha made a snowman. It turned out to be a nice snowman: button eyes, carrot nose. Vanya went up to his snowman and saw that he didn’t have a nose. Yesterday it was, but today it is not. The carrot is gone.

What happened? Where did the carrot go? – the boy whispered thoughtfully.

“The bunny stole it,” the Snowman answered sadly.

Can you really talk? – Vanya was amazed.

“Today I can,” the snowman winked. – Before the New Year, a fabulous time begins. Everyone around starts talking. I wouldn’t be so upset, but Santa Claus called me to the children for a holiday, but how can I go without a nose?

Why did the bunny take your carrot?

Don't know. He ran, jumped, grabbed the carrot and, without saying anything, galloped off into the forest.

It won't work that way.

“Let’s find the bunny and ask him why he did such a bad thing,” Vanya decided.

We wandered along our path little friend and Snowman. Soon we reached the forest. We knocked on the hare's hole. The bunny came out.

Bunny, why did you steal the snowman’s carrot? – Vanya asked him sternly.

I wouldn’t steal, but what would I feed the rabbits? I prepared a lot of berries for them for the winter and dried them. They were so tasty and sweet. And a bear came and took away all my supplies. “So I had to steal the carrot,” the bunny complained.

“Let’s go to the bear and ask why he’s acting up,” the boy answered.

The snowman, Vanya and the bunny went to the bear. The bear carried hay into the den. I saw the guests and put off work.

What do you want, why did you come? - the bear roared menacingly.

You, bear, don't scare us. Better answer: why did you take the berries from the bunny? – Vanya asked boldly.

How can I not pick it up? I will have cubs in the spring, what will I feed them? I prepared a lot of delicious grains, and a squirrel jumped up and took everything to its bins. So I had to steal the berries from the hare.

Now we have to go to the squirrel. “We need to find out why she acted so badly,” Vanyusha sighed.

Let's all go to the squirrel together. They see a hollow, and a squirrel’s tail peeks out of it.

Squirrel, squirrel, come down from the tree. “I have a question,” Vanya asked.

The squirrel descended lower:

What question?

Why did you take all the grains from the bear? What should he feed the cubs in the spring now? - asked the boy.

What will I feed my squirrels? I collected some sweet nuts, put them on a stump and ran off to prepare my pantry. And someone took my nuts. I returned to the stump, and it was empty. Do you think it was pleasant for me to take grains from the bear? What can you do! I would like to find out who stole my nuts... - the squirrel answered with regret.

Vanya remembered how he once came to the forest, and there was a whole mountain of nuts lying on a stump. The boy thought they were a draw and took them home. Oh, how ashamed Vanya felt! He lowered his head and admitted:

It's all my fault. I took your nuts, I thought they were no one's.

“You didn’t put it there, it’s not for you to take it away,” the squirrel said sternly.

What to do now? I ate the nuts a long time ago. There’s no way I can return them,” the boy was ready to cry.

All Vanya’s new acquaintances hung their heads.

Maybe you could use dried mushrooms instead of nuts? “My grandmother has stored a lot of them,” Vanya turned to the squirrel with hope.

I'll be happy to take it! - the squirrel was happy. -My kids love mushrooms even more!

Vanyusha ran home and told his mother the whole story. Mom gave Vanya a whole bag of dried mushrooms. Vanya quickly brought them to the squirrel. The squirrel returned the grains to the bear. The bear gave the bunny some berries, and the bunny gave the snowman a carrot. Everything fell into place. But Vanya was still worried that the animals might quarrel because of him.

Forgive me, I didn’t want to offend you,” the boy addressed all his new acquaintances.

Don’t worry, Vanyusha,” a loud voice suddenly rang out, and Santa Claus himself came out into the clearing. “You did the right thing in deciding to figure everything out.” This is how it should be: if you make a mistake, be able to find the strength within yourself to correct your mistake. I teach this to my granddaughter, Snegurochka. I don’t want you all to lose your mood before the holiday, let’s go to my magical tower. We'll drink tea and sweets and make peace.

All day long Santa Claus treated his guests. Everyone had a great time together and became strong friends.

When Vanya went out into the yard the next day, the snowman was no longer there.

Van, do you know where our snowman went? – Misha asked Vanya sadly.

He's at a children's party. Our snowman was so beautiful that Santa Claus invited the kids with him to congratulate him on the New Year and bring them joy and gifts. So he left,” Vanya explained.

Great! Will he return to us?

Winter has come - a magical time of year. All the paths were covered with a white fluffy carpet. It sparkles in the sun and is pleasing to the eye.

The winter forest is quiet and incredibly beautiful. The birds don't sing anymore. Bears and hedgehogs fell asleep before winter began.

Mini-essay about winter No. 2: “Winter has come”

Came real winter. It's freezing. The entire surrounding area is covered with a snow carpet. The river and pond are tightly frozen. As if in a fairy tale, the trees shine with silver.

We took the sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighborhood kids were making a snow woman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys suggested sledding down a slippery snowy hill. We had a lot of fun!

Then our hands froze and we ran home. It's cold in winter!

In the evening a strong blizzard began. The trees swayed and crackled. It's scary to show your nose on the street. It's good that we're home. We are warm and not afraid of any frost!

Essay about winter No. 3: “It’s good in winter”

Winter has come. They're standing very coldy, blowing cold wind. A snowstorm came and covered all the paths. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.

And what fancy patterns the frost decorated the windows of the houses with! It’s not for nothing that they came up with a riddle about him: he has no arms, no legs, but he can draw.

The children missed going for walks. They can't wait for the snowstorm to end. They beg their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.

But the snowstorm died down. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run into the street. While playing snowballs, they throw lumps of snow at each other. They dodge the hits and fall. They're laughing! Cheeks glow like pouring apples, eyelashes and eyebrows in frost.

After lunch, the children took their skis and skates and ran to the pond. The water is frozen into a thick layer of ice, which means you can skate. Kids race on sleds along a smooth snow-covered hill. Teenagers skiing. Everyone has fun!

Good in winter! It's beautiful all around. Thank you, frost, for bringing snow.

Winter Story No. 4: “Winter Fun”

Winter came. The weather is frosty. It's cold outside. The trees stand covered with snow fringes.

But children always have fun, especially when there is a lot of snow. You can fall and roll in the snow without fear of getting dirty. You just need to dress warmly so as not to freeze.

I put on a ski tracksuit, a jacket, and put on boots. He pulled a fur hat over his head and tied a woolen scarf around his neck. I put on warm mittens. I took a new sled and ran up the hill to ride.

Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, next to which there was a slippery skating rink. There we sledded and skated for a long time. The kids played snowballs.

Then everyone made a snowman together. The snow was loose, almost wet, so it wasn't difficult. The kids were very glad that they also participated in this activity.

As expected, we rolled three snowballs and placed them on top of each other. When the snowman was almost ready, I brought an old bucket from home to put on his head. A neighbor boy brought out a carrot and stuck it in place of his nose. The snowman's eyes became two coals, and his smiling mouth became a small flexible twig.

The snowman turned out wonderful! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to it as a souvenir.

In the evening it started snowing again. We watched in fascination as fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. How beautiful are these fragile creations of nature! It turns out that all snowflakes are different, not similar friend on a friend. But this is noticeable only upon careful examination.

It was already dark when I returned home. A little tired, cold and hungry, but very happy.

The day was a great success. Good winter fun!

Essay about winter No. 5: “Description of winter”

Winter is an amazing time of year. Covered with a white blanket, nature, as if in a fairy tale, plunged into a long, deep sleep. The winter sorceress enchanted and bewitched the forest. All the trees stretch bare crystal branches to the blue sky. Only the spruces and pines are green, but the oak has not shed its summer attire. Its foliage only turned yellow and darkened. The lower branches of the oak tree spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark. The thick trunk seems to be stitched with silver threads. From a distance it seems that this is a brave hero in bronze chain mail, an all-powerful guardian of the forest. The other trees respectfully parted to allow its older brother to unfold in mighty power. The winter wind will blow, the huge and majestic oak tree will ring with bronze foliage, but will not bow even before a strong storm.

In winter, familiar landscapes are colored in new ways by snow. At dusk it is blue, under the silvery rays of the moon it glows with a mysterious brilliance and plays with multi-colored sparkles. At dawn the snow turns pink from the scarlet dawn. And even the usual forest colors look different next to the changeable snowy whiteness.

Winter can be different. You just have to take a closer look. It is both cold and thawing, blizzard and dripping, snowy and sunny. A winter day can be either quiet, frosty and sunny, or gloomy and foggy, or with a howling cold wind and a snowstorm. And how beautiful a winter morning is, early, silent, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for a fairy tale to appear.

Essay about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”

So, it has come - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still gloomy like autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or if you look close, you look around - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow...

Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! How tender and soft they swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter because, just like spring, it fills our chests with an exciting feeling.

Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and your soul feels so good that you involuntarily smile and want to say a friendly word to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. The trees in the forest were covered with fluffy snow. White-trunked birches hid in the snowy silence of the forest. All the trees became fluffy with snow.

Suddenly light rays winter sun carefully touched the snow-covered ground. So what happened? From their cold touch, fluffy snowflakes suddenly began to sparkle on the snowy whiteness.

I like winter. This is very beautiful time of the year!

Kuznetsov Andrey, 9 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Outside the window, everything was covered with a white fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the forest, fluffy spruce trees fell asleep.

It snowed recently. The snowdrifts became huge. When the breeze blows, the shiny snowflakes will dance and rush off on a new journey. The sun is not visible behind the large snow-covered trees. You look out the window and feel sadness and melancholy. But don't despair. After all, the winter holidays are coming soon, joy, fun!

Winter is simply a wonderful time of year.

Sorokin Alexander, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Here it comes winter time. Birches hid in silence winter forest. Old fir trees are chilly wrapped in winter attire. The old stump is dozing, putting on a new hat. Nothing disturbs the winter silence until the morning. Only a sharp blow of the breeze can disturb the sleep of the forest.

But then the dim rays of the winter sun timidly touched fluffy snow. And suddenly, from their touch, cold snowflakes began to sparkle. A fat crow sat on a branch and disturbed the winter sleep. The tree shook its sleeve, and everything became quiet. How I love this time of year!

Munkueva Ekaterina, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Winter has shrouded all the trees. The forest turned white, as if someone had taken a white fur coat and covered it beautiful forest. So that he can fall asleep. It seems that winter has thrown fluffy snowflakes onto the ground from above. They quietly fell and fell on trees, bushes, and the ground.

Shushlebin Grigory, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter has quietly crept up. The trees have put on white coats. The little stump put on a new hat.

Suddenly a light breeze blew and the trees swayed gently. Snowflakes in white elegant dresses danced in the sky. The squirrel sat on a tree branch and examined the beauty of the winter forest. The sun lightly touched the ground, covered with a white blanket.

In winter, the forest dresses up like for a carnival. How beautiful the winter forest is!

Gufaizen Artyom, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Beautiful winter has arrived. The trees were wrapped in snow-white outfits. Pine and spruce trees stand like Snow Maidens. The earth was covered with a large white blanket. The old stump sits in a beautiful and elegant fur coat. Snowflakes fly like little sparks.

Suddenly a light breeze blew. The trees waved their tender sleeves. Looked tired from cold weather Sun. It let its bright and gentle rays through the cold gray snow. And after a moment, small icicles hang on the fir trees, like little bats upside down. Birds fly in the hope of finding at least a little food on the mighty cedar branches. I really like the fairy tale in the winter forest!

Alexandra Tormozova, 10 years old