Eight magic acorns, or the adventures of acorn and his younger brothers. Oak nut flour

Elena Hebneva
Fairy tale "The Mouse and the Acorn"

On the edge big forest there was an old oak tree. It was a mighty, beautiful oak. And he had many little sons - ventricles. Acorns have been growing all summer, they gained strength and by the fall they were already quite big. Brown, in carved hats, strong and strong, like a father - an oak tree, they began to jump to the ground one after another.

And then one day late in the fall, when all the leaves had flown off the trees, only one baby remained on the oak tree - acorn. A strong wind shook the branches of a mighty oak and a small the acorn squeaked pitifully:

Oh, dad, hold me tight, I'm afraid to fall.

I'm already falling asleep - said the old oak.

Don't be afraid, baby, fall, it's not scary.

There's a rush here strong wind plucked a small one from a branch an acorn and it flew down. Acorn fell on soft leaves, which were once dad's green hat.

“Oh,” the little one squeaked. acorn - dad, I fell. But no one answered him. Dad - the oak tree was already sleeping in a deep winter sleep.

At this very time, in search of supplies for the winter, he was running around the field. little mouse. Just in case, he also looked at the old oak tree. Saw acorn, thought about it and decided that I needed to take it into the pantry; everything would come in handy around the house.

Mink little mouse was not far from the old oak tree. He brought acorn and put it in the far corner of his closet. There were many different supplies in this pantry. There were grains of wheat, seeds different plants, some roots and even a beautiful pink flower. Mouse often ran to it, sniffed it and said:

Ah-ah-ah-ah-ah!

So the winter passed. The sun began to get hot. Mouse began to run out into the thawed patch. When it got really warm, little mouse pulled out my favorite pink flower from the closet. The flower is already completely dry and the mouse thought, if it sees the sun, it will bloom again as before. But then a mischievous spring breeze came, blew on the flower and it scattered around the area into hundreds of small grains.

Oh! – said the sad little mouse.

And the mischievous breeze, flying away, shouted:

Do not worry, little mouse, soon you will have a whole meadow of such beautiful flowers.

Fine, - said the mouse - I'll wait.

What about our little one? acorn? All winter he slept sweetly mouse in the closet. With the coming of spring stomach woke up and felt that everything was itching. His nice brown shirt looked strange. A lump appeared on my head under my cap. And after a few days he had a tail, like little mouse.

One day when little mouse looked in the pantry, little one the acorn cried bitterly.

What happened to you? – asked little mouse.

I think I've turned into little mouse - answered the acorn- My ponytail is growing, just like yours. Or maybe I'm just dying. There is some strange lump growing on my head.

Acorn took off his cap and showed mouse bump. The mouse laughed in response. He realized what was happening.

Stupid, you don't die, you just grow. You need to be happy.

And in fact, after a while a small tail - a root - firmly grabbed the ground, and from that strange cone a sprout appeared, which confidently began to make its way towards the light. And soon in the place above the closet where he lay acorn, a small oak sprout appeared.

The little oak tree looked around and saw an old oak tree very close by. How happy he was to meet. He waved his shady branches, and the father oak smiled back at him.

Having seen such a touching meeting, the mouse almost cried. He stood near his hole and also waved a handkerchief to the old oak tree.

How nice - I thought little mouse- do a good deed. After all, if I had not picked stomach, someone would have eaten him. I saved him, I proudly reasoned little mouse. Let the oak tree grow. I'll dig myself a new storage room, I know how. And he will please dad and shelter me from the summer heat.

Lives since then little mouse under green oak , who raised himself.

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Once upon a time there lived an Acorn. Funny little Acorn in a gray rough hat. He grew on a large and strong oak branch. He lived well and carefree, surrounded by love and joy on all sides. The tree loved Acorn very much and gave him everything he needed. When little Acorn wanted to eat, the branch fed him with its sweet juice; when he wanted to sleep, the branch gently rocked him in the wind and sang lullabies to him.

The dense green foliage of the Oak sheltered Acorn from the wind and rain. Every morning the branch gently woke Acorn, stroking his brown barrel with leaves and told him that he was her dearest and most beloved baby in the whole wide world.

How wonderful it was to be little Acorn. He lay in his cozy bed of leaves and smiled. The world around him was huge, but this did not frighten him, with his whole being he felt the strength and reliability of the Oak on which he was born and in its foliage he felt absolutely safe. Butterflies flew past and were touched: “How cute he is, this little Acorn, what a funny hat he has... Look how well he’s settled in, I wish we could do that.”

The kid looked at the butterflies and birds flying past and thought - how can they manage without their tree and fly on their own? I wonder where their trees are? Who takes care of them, feeds them and puts them to sleep?

One day, one little Bird sat down on a branch not far from the Acorn and the baby decided to talk to her.
- Dear Bird, how do you manage to fly separately from the branch on which you grow?
The bird laughed:
- Little Acorn, you are still so small that you don’t know the simplest things. We birds don't grow on trees. We hatch from eggs that lie in nests. Our parents built them. Once upon a time, I too hatched from an egg. Just as you are now growing comfortably on your branch in a crib made of oak leaves, I sat in a cozy warm nest, and my mother took care of me, fed and warmed me, protected me from dangers and taught me all sorts of useful things. Then I grew up, learned to fly and take care of myself...
- Grew? Will I also grow up and fly on my own? - Little Acorn was surprised.
- Of course, you will grow up and also learn to take care of yourself, but you will not fly - acorns do not fly, in any case, I have not yet encountered flying acorns. “Now if you’ll excuse me, I have a lot to do, we’ll chat some other time,” the Bird answered, said goodbye to little Acorn and flew away.

Little Acorn began to think about Birdie's story. “She must have messed something up,” he thought. “It’s impossible that I’ll be left without my branch, all alone.” Meanwhile, a warm breeze blew, the oak branch began to sway slightly and stroke the round sides of the Acorn. The baby made himself comfortable in the foliage and, sipping oak juice, fell asleep easily and serenely.

Time passed, little Acorn grew up, quite happy with his life. He still drank the juice from his branch and held on tightly to it. Sometimes he drank a drop or two of dew or rain. Often chattering butterflies visited him and told him all sorts of interesting things. For example, that the little Bird hatched chicks, very cute and voracious little ones. And in the fields the flowers bloomed and sweet and juicy berries appeared. Acorn never ceased to be amazed at the interesting changes with which the world around him was full. But not only everything around him changed, his tree also changed. The oak foliage turned yellow and became harder and drier, and there was less and less juice left in the branch and more and more often the Acorn fed on dew and rain. And more and more often the tree told the baby about the upcoming changes:
- Darling, my dear baby, you are already quite big, and autumn is just around the corner, and autumn is time big changes for all of us. Soon, very soon, you will have to jump off the branch and become independent. But remember, I will always be there for you, and I will always love you. Be brave and strong and you will make it.

Little Acorn didn't really want change. He did not want to leave his branch, and she still held him tightly. Acorn hoped that change would not come soon. Why exactly should he learn to be independent?! Acorn shared his disappointment with his butterfly friends.
- Well, Zheludenok, change is very cool and interesting. Look down at the ground. Do you see those little oak trees over there? More recently, they too were acorns, but they jumped from their branches and made friends with change, they changed and turned into small trees. And we, butterflies, were caterpillars just recently, but the time has come and we, too, made friends with change and turned into butterflies.
- What, haven’t you always been butterflies? - Acorn was amazed. - Wow! It turns out that everyone changes and everything changes...
- Of course, changes are everywhere! - the butterflies said in unison.
- How will I know that the time has come and it’s time to change? - Acorn asked the butterflies.
- Don’t doubt it, you will find out and feel it. The branch itself will let you go, and you just bravely submit to your fate.

And Acorn was filled with anticipation. Changes no longer frightened him; he already really wanted to learn new things. But when will it come, that time “it’s time”? The birds have already flown to warmer climes. And the butterflies hid from the autumn cold and rain. And the leaves flew off the trees, and the whole forest was covered with a yellow-red carpet... and he was still sitting on his branch. Maybe the changes forgot about him?.. then the wind tore the last leaves from the Oak branch and swirled them over the Acorn. At the same time, Acorn felt that the branch was no longer holding him, and only quietly whispered to him: “Be brave, baby, you will succeed. I believe in you".

Acorn jumped proudly and bravely from his tree. He landed on soft yellow foliage, just under his branch. From below, the Oak looked completely different, and Acorn looked at it and examined everything around it. Below, among the fallen leaves, he felt warm and comfortable, the autumn rain gave him water, and the breeze told him funny stories.
Then winter came and everything was covered with snow. All the trees in the forest fell asleep, and little Acorn fell asleep under the snow. In his dream he dreamed of a warm sunny day and chattering butterflies... (room for additional built-in metaphor)

In the spring, the snow melted and ran in ringing streams along the paths in the forest.
After a long winter's sleep, Acorn greedily drank delicious melt water and swelled more and more.
Suddenly its brown skin burst and a small white thing appeared. It was very small and white, and what was even stranger was that it stretched down to the ground. The acorn felt very strange, as if it was completely curled up inside itself. His skin was all wrinkled and burst - he no longer recognized himself. The white thing grew deeper and deeper into the ground, and last year’s foliage covered it from above. He was all alone, in the dark. He really missed his cozy and caring branch, missed the butterflies and dreamed of the sun. Its white root could hardly make its way into the ground; it had to push aside sharp, heavy stones to get to the water. The world around him no longer seemed beautiful and friendly. The acorn became sad... he was no longer sure of the usefulness of changes... he had changed so much that he did not dare to look at himself... he would probably never see his beloved tree again... And suddenly he heard the familiar voice of the tree , or rather, its roots: “Hey, baby, there you are. Why are you depressed? Acorn had never seen the roots of his tree before, but he still recognized them and the voice... he dreamed of this voice all winter. All the sorrows and hardships of little Acorn evaporated in an instant, and he was filled with joy:
- Tree, my dear tree, how glad I am that you found me! “I was afraid that I would never see you again,” he exclaimed.
- Well, baby, I promised to always be there for you and take care of you. Let me help you take root, together we will surely cope with this stone and get to a tasty spring,” answered the tree.

The small roots of the Acorn and the strong roots of the Oak quickly moved away the large stone, squeezed between other roots and reached the water... And then the baby suddenly realized that he had been drinking the juice of his roots for quite a long time, it turns out that he was feeding himself!
So the changes that the Bird and the butterflies talked about have come; now he takes care of himself and gets his own food. Sometimes the food was found quickly, sometimes the little roots had to work hard to get to the water, but this no longer frightened Acorn, but rather encouraged him. He loved exploring the surroundings and learning new things!

One morning, when baby Acorn was still sleeping, the usual miracle happened - he sprouted, a small green sprout simply and quietly emerged from the ground. When Acorn woke up, he did not immediately understand where he was and what had happened to him. He saw the sky and the sun, a warm breeze blew across him, and his butterfly friends were circling right above him. The huge Oak leaned over him:
- Good morning, my dear Oak!
Acorn looked around, but did not see any oak trees, and was very surprised.
- Yes, yes - Good morning, Dubok. “This is me turning to you, my beloved baby,” said the big Oak, smiling.
“You’re confusing something, because I’m Acorn...” the baby stammered with doubt in his voice.
- No, my dear, you used to be an acorn, and now you are a small tree - Oak.
- Am I now a tree, just like you? Wow! It turns out that all this time I was growing and working, changing and twisting in order to become a tree, a strong and strong Oak! How amazing!

GCD with older children preschool age"Little acorn and giant oak."

Helps develop children's cognitive interest in flora through observing the characteristics of oak growth and its historical significance for humans.

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State budgetary preschool educational institution kindergarten No. 67 of a general developmental type with priority implementation physical development pupils of the Kalininsky district of St. Petersburg

Developing children's cognitive interest in the plant world through observing the growth characteristics of oak trees as part of an environmental project.

Abstract

Continuous direct educational activities for children of senior preschool age

Prepared by: teacher Nadezhda Valerievna Ershova.

Saint Petersburg

2017

Abstract of GCD

"Little Acorn and Giant Oak"

For children of senior preschool age.

Target: Developing children's cognitive interest in the plant world through observing the growth characteristics of oak trees.

Tasks:

Develop children’s ideas about the basic needs of a tree in natural factors and to form a sustainable interest in understanding the natural world.

. Expand and enrich lexicon children.

. Cultivate emotional responsiveness good relations to trees and the surrounding world.

Preliminary work:

Conversation “Why is the oak called mighty”?

Reading fairy tales and stories about oak. « The Tale of the Wise Oak and the Clever

Woodpecker";

Reading an excerpt from a poem by A.S. Pushkin - “At Lukomorye there is an oak tree

Green";

Memorizing the poem by I. Tokmakova - “Oak”;

Looking at photos and illustrations of an oak tree, its leaves,

Bark, fruits.

Game - quiz: "Oak and objects made from it."

Materials: Acorns, oak plantings, illustrations with oak trees, its leaves, flowers, fruits. Illustrations with “trees – monuments of living nature”

GCD move

Educator: Guys, today I want to introduce you to one very famous and at the same time little familiar tree. Guess the riddle and find out the name of this tree.

I crawled out of the little barrel,
It took roots and grew.
I have become tall and mighty,
I'm not afraid of thunderstorms or clouds.
I feed pigs and squirrels -
It's okay that my fruit is shallow k. (Oak)

(children's answers)

Educator: Each tree is beautiful in its own way. But the oak is a mighty tree.In our country you can find oak almost everywhere. It neighbors birch, aspen, maple, linden, and ash, but it loves the sun more than they do. The oak tree cannot stand it if other trees shade it from above: its “head” must be well lit! Oak leaves are dense, leathery, slightly shiny. The trunk is powerful and strong. Flowers and leaves appear on the oak tree simultaneously in May. And in the fall, fruits ripen on an adult oak tree

Guys, who remembers what oak fruits are called?

Children: Acorns.

(children look at acorns from the branches oak)

Educator: The acorn has a “cap” It's called a plus.(Introducing children to a new word)

But the fruits of the oak tree do not appear immediately; the tree bears fruit only after 30 years of planting.

Educator: Do you know Children, what will grow from an acorn if it is planted in the ground?

Children: Little oak.

Educator: Yes. Here is such a small oak tree, just a baby.

(Showing an oak seedling in a pot)

Educator: People even came up with a riddle about an acorn and an oak tree.

In a small ball

The oak tree hid.

Educator: Children, do you know who comes to the oak tree to eat its acorns?

Children: Squirrels, wild boars, birds.

Educator: That's right, yeah the little one also loves acorns jay bird, bears come to treat themselves to acorns, deer.

(showing illustrations)

Educator : Do you think oak can be beneficial to humans?

(children’s answers: it purifies the air, releases oxygen, it’s beautiful...)

Game - quiz: "Oak and objects made from it».

Educator : Guys, who knows the name of the forest in which, in addition to other trees, it grows a large number of oaks?

Children: oak grove.

Educator: But no. Such a forest is called oak forest Repeat this word and try to remember it. There is such a sign: “The oak forest is noisy in bad weather.” How do you understand it?

Children: (children's answers)

Oak is not afraid of drought or polluted air. You can always breathe well around it: it releases a lot of oxygen. The wood of this tree is very durable and does not rot, but only turns black over time. And oak is also a long-living tree. How do you understand the word “long-liver”?

Children: The one who lives long.

Educator : Right. After all, oak trees live a very long time.Oak trees live for five hundred to six hundred years. But there are also thousand-year-old elders. Oak grows slowly, first in height, later in thickness. It has dark bark covered with deep, sinuous fissures. How older tree, the deeper these cracks become - wrinkles on the trunk.

Physical education minute: « Green oak tree in the clearing»

In the clearing there is a green oak tree, its crown reaching towards the sky.

(Pulling your arms up)

He generously hung acorns on branches in the middle of the forest.

(Arms to the sides and circular rotations with the hands)

And mushrooms grow below, there are so many of them here today!

Don’t be lazy and don’t be shy, lean over for mushrooms!

(Forward bends)

And then let's walk a little, raise our legs higher!

They walked around, frolicked and sat down on the grass.

(Walk in place and sit on the mat)

Educator: Guys, do you think there are long-lived oak trees in our city?

Children: Yes, no.

Educator : In our the most beautiful city There are also oaks - long-livers, which are included in the list “Tree - a monument to living nature”. So that visitors to the oldest gardens in St. Petersburg can easily recognize these trees, they decided to install appropriate signs at the monuments of wildlife. And so first The oak tree is located in the Summer Garden, on the banks of the Fontanka River near Peter's Summer Palace. Its age is more than 300 years. Its height is 38 meters, and the circumference of the trunk is exactly 333 centimeters - it is simply impossible to pass by such a giant. The long-lived oak tree, which is completely healthy and continues to grow, was given a passport with care notes and history. It is curious that the king himself loved to plant trees, leaving behind such a living memory.

(Showing an illustration of an oak tree and a memorial plaque)

Until recently, the most famous long-lived tree St. Petersburg was consideredOak of the Great Feather on Stone Island . According to legend, the emperor planted him with his own hands. This tree died at the beginning of the 21st century, and a new oak tree was planted in its place in the year of the city’s 300th anniversary.(Embankment of the Krestovka River, 2)

Another oak tree - a long-lived one, growing and thriving inMikhailovsky Gardenon Shrovetide Meadow, which is as much as 350 years old. Its dimensions are reminiscent of the fairy tales of A.S. Pushkin, and if he had been decorated with a gold chain, then it is likely that the learned cat might have liked him.

And we also have the Dubki Park in Sestroretsk, which was planted in 1714 by order of Peter the Great, as he really liked this picturesque place. And in 1717 Several thousand young oak trees were planted there, 200 of which the sovereign planted with his own hands.

In the Primorsky district of St. Petersburg, in the village. The fox's nose has been growing since the 18th century English oak - a majestic tree, against which a person seems like a tiny midget. Its height is 21 meters, the trunk diameter is one and a half meters, and the living crown is 25 meters. The tree is in good condition and delights with its grandeur. The oak was added to the National Register of Old Growth Trees.

In the forest among birches and aspens

a huge giant is growing.

Large curly crown

It makes noise in the forests all day long.

He is the king of trees in Rus'!

(Ask anyone!)

The lumberjack goes around him -

because it’s too hard and strong... (OAK).

Educator: This is such a wonderful oak tree, which we got to know better today.

Used Books:

ABC. Plants of Russia: a book for reading to children / I. B. Shustova. – M.: Bustard, 2006. – 63 p.

Oak is considered one of the most beautiful trees, he is treated with respect and love. Common oak, or pedunculate oak, grows in the European part of Russia.

Oak is a huge tree, up to 40 m tall, with a thick trunk and winding strong branches forming a wide canopy of foliage. Oaks love light very much, and their shoots change direction of growth several times a season - depending on the lighting. The branches of old oaks have bizarre bends.

Oak can live for a very long time. They will cut it down, and from the stump young shoots will stretch towards the light - thick shoots with very large leaves. They are large because all the moisture that the powerful roots pump out of the ground now feeds only them.

Oak is afraid of frost. Young leaves and stems are killed by frost in the spring. To protect itself from this disaster, the oak begins to turn green late, almost later than all the trees. You can expect everything from spring, including late frosts.

A mighty oak tree needs careful care at a young age. Oak seedlings cannot tolerate cold, bright rays of the sun, or strong wind. In the open they die. But they survive and grow in the thickets.

A grown oak tree with strong branches pushes the crowns of its neighbors apart. From above, as if at a window, they pour Sun rays and rain. When a young oak grows stronger under these conditions, it quickly outgrows the rest of the trees. Neither the sun, nor the frost, nor the storm are scary for him anymore.

Acorns, like any fruits, appear in place of flowers, grow and form in early August. The acorn is amazing in appearance: oblong shape, “polished”, protective brownish color - that’s distinctive characteristics this fruit. Acorns are very nutritious, but tannins give them an astringent, bitter taste. If you remove these substances, then the acorns will turn into a nutritious product from which you can make porridge, flatbreads and even cakes.

Oak wood is especially strong, and oak logs, once in water, do not rot, but become black and even stronger.