Poems for children about winter and winter holidays: what to read and learn. Fabulous holidays in the homeland of mother winter The story of mother winter Yarensk

Bus tour from Syktyvkar to Yarensk for solo travelers and school groups

Visit Mother Winter

TOUR DATES:

For groups - on any convenient date!

The price for the tour is from 2200 rubles. (approximately)

Mother Winter lives in the cozy old town of Yarensk, Arkhangelsk region, in a large snow-white house.

An exciting journey to the Fairy Tale, where Mother Winter reigns all year round, awaits children and adults.

The inhabitants of the fabulous Lena Forest will arrange unforgettable entertainment for you,

And the cheerful helpers of Winter - Snowflakes, Leshy, Bab Yaga and other heroes of fairy tales organize "Winter Fun" for children and adults.

In a cozy cafe you will be offered a "Meal from Mother Winter".

Masters and craftswomen will hold master classes for guests.

And, of course, Mother Winter receives all her guests in her large beautiful house, where miracles happen in every room ...

Tour program (indicative):

07.00 Group departure from Syktyvkar to Yarensk

* Arrival in Yarensk.

10.20 amexcursion to Museum of local lore Yarensk. Here you will have a fun and useful time, visit the three halls of the museum: the hall of nature, ethnographic, historical. Get to know the northern flora and fauna, learn Interesting Facts about the history of ancient Yarensk and its famous inhabitants.

11.40 Game program with fairy-tale characters.

12.30 Lunch

13.00 Tour of the "Residence of Mother Winter". Your attention will be presented to the real "Winter Tale", because it is here that Mother Winter lives! (Held with the participation of Mother Winter and (or) her assistants).

*Visit to the Shop of Masters, where you can buy various themed souvenirs, gifts, many of which are made by yourself.

15.00 Birthday performance "Mother Winter".

* For an extra charge (100 rubles / person 1 cheesecake for 2 people / 1 hour), "Winter fun" - skating with high mountain on cheesecloths.

17.00 Tea drinking from Mother Winter with pancakes with condensed milk in Yarensk cafe.

*In Culinaria (nearby, in the cafe building) you can buy delicious fresh Yaren pastries on the road or as a gift.

18.00 Departure of the group to Syktyvkar

Attention! For an additional fee (for 1 person):

Additional services	Price
Photographing(1 camera)
Winter fun(rolling on cheesecakes from the mountain)	100 rubles / 1 cheesecake for 2 people for 1 hour
Gift from Mother Winter	50-250 rub/person

The tour price includes:

• Meals 2 times a day according to the program;
• Transport service along the route Syktyvkar-Yarensk-Syktyvkar and according to the tour program;
• Excursion service according to the program;
• Services of a group leader, guide

Not included in the tour price and paid extra:

• Additional options not included in the main program, incl. according to the list of services in the above table;
• Personal expenses

For organized children's groups, the cost of the tour is calculated individually!

according to all your parameters

This cost is indicative.

In Russian there is an expression "mother-winter".
Don't you hear the contradiction that this expression contains. Winter is cold, nothing grows, and for some reason she is affectionately called mother. Apparently it doesn't make ends meet...
You will say, Winter - the peasant triumphs, rests. good time of the year.
No, mother is an indication of fertility, and not just an opportunity to relax. If it really was a vacation, then spring would not be so eagerly awaited. There's more to it than meets the eye. In this expression, evidence has been preserved that our ancestors previously lived in a completely different climatic zone. It differed from the middle zone of modern Russia in a different order of the seasons. The key to understanding the meaning of this expression was suggested to me by Sanskrit. In Sanskrit, the word "winter" is pronounced as "hima". In this phonetic form, it is not only consonant with the English word "humidity" (humidity), but also synonymous with it, since in the foothills of the Zagros, winter was called the wet season. Thus, originally the word "winter" meant "wet season" as opposed to dry, summer. In Russian, the root “khim-” is present only in the borrowed words “humor” (humor), “humus” (fertile soil layer), which, from the point of view of formal analysis, are not even related to the word “winter”. In fact, etymologically, the words “winter”, “humor”, “humus” are related, since they not only go back to the concept of “fertile, moist, favorable”, but are also phonetic forms derived from once one word.
The etymology of the word "summer" in Russian is not clear, given its meaning in the Indo-European lexical context, it will not seem fertile. For example, in Greek mythology there is an expression "to sink into oblivion." In German, the word "Leiche", phonetically close to the Russian word "summer", means "corpse", and the English word "late", from the same phonetic series, is one of the meanings of "dead, deceased". This line can be continued up to the goddess Leto, whose children Artemis and Apollo literally sow death around them. Summer is death, the dry season, when life practically dies, although in the climatic conditions of modern Russia it is a favorable season.
Thus, the expression "mother winter" travels with us from the area where our ethnic group lives, where winter was wet, rainy and, therefore, a fertile season, in contrast to summer, a dry, that is, "dead" season. It didn't have to be Africa. This applies to the Middle East as well. For example, in Mesopotamia, it was "winter" that was considered the "farmer of the gods", responsible for the waters of life and for everything that grows.
Desert in Arabic is Sahel. It sounds exactly the same in Old Russian DRY
Russia was in the expanses of the Euphrates, to the west of it. Rome was in Sudan and Greece was somewhere in Egypt...
Based on materials from VV Makarenko

A fabulous pedigree is written in Yarensk

Who Invented Mother Winter? What do the children like most about her residence? Why do we need last year's dried snow? The leading methodologist of the Center for Folk Culture and Tourism of the Lensky District, Natalya Rocheva, tells about the secrets of the most famous brand of the Lensky district.

Birth of a legend

We started from scratch, from scratch. But there was a good team and faith that the tourist product that we created would be in demand. Since people come to us, it means that they are interested.

First, the project "Tales of the Lena Forest" appeared. In the familiar name of the waltz "Tales of the Vienna Woods" I heard "Tales of the Lena Forest". Santa Claus lives next to us in Veliky Ustyug. I suggested to my colleagues in the department of culture: why shouldn't Mother Zima live with us? Our winters are very cold! But this requires a story, a legend, because most of all people believe in fairy tales.

In the annals of the Transfiguration Cathedral, the workers of Yarensky local history museum found such an entry for 1882: “On December 21, there was a strong storm at night with a strong north wind, such that the roofs of many houses were removed.” Note: this happened on the day of the winter solstice, which means that it could well mark the birth of the beautiful Winter.

And then in the newspaper "Arguments and Facts" a small article appeared "New Year's Orphan": Santa Claus walks around Russia with his granddaughter Snegurochka, but where is his mother? And we thought: why don't we fill this vacancy? So Mother Winter, the mother of the Snow Maiden, settled in Yarensk. And dad is Siverko, as they call the north wind in Pomorie.

Now, once a year, the whole snow family gathers in Yarensk for Zima's birthday: Father Frost and Snowstorm, Zima and Siverko, Snegurochka, uncles and aunts - Snowmen and Snow Babs, nephews and nieces - Snezhiki and Snowflakes. And the helpers of Mother Winter live in the fabulous Lena Forest: the connoisseur of traditional medicine Baba Yaga, the keeper of the Lena rivers Vodyanoy, the keeper of the Lena swamps Kikimora, the owner of the Leshy taiga Leshy.

Small steps and big ones

Today, the project is already in its seventh year, and every day we make at least a small, but a step forward! Of course, there were difficulties, distrust, lack of funding on our way. How can you create something from scratch? They began to enter competitions at various levels - municipal, regional, federal. And our projects began to win! The first sums were received, for which we restored the building of the residence, created the interior in the old house of the merchant Eshkilev in Yarensk.

With the first successes, the interest of the people also appeared. TOSs "County Town" and "Preobrazhensky Park" were created, which solve the problems of improvement, including the territory near the residence of Zima.

Moreover, an association of masters of folk crafts “Craftsmen of Mother Winter” has been created today, a souvenir shop has been opened in the residence.

The trademark "Yarensk - the birthplace of Mother Winter" is registered in Rospatent. The Vologda confectionery factory produces sweets "Yarensk - the birthplace of Winter".

The project took a step into the region. In the village of Belopashino, our guests become participants in the “Belopashinsky Gatherings”, where everyone who goes to Mother Winter is greeted with folk songs and old games, treated to pies from a Russian oven.

In the residence of Zima, parents order programs for their children's birthdays, newlyweds - a fabulous wedding program.

With warmth and care

Why did we choose fairy tale? The children's audience implies it. And we immediately wanted to make the project different from Veliky Ustyug. There are more museum activities, we have more interactive. We hold master classes, games, holidays, competitions.

We see the development of the project in its access to the territory of the entire region, so that each village has its own local history tourist zest. There are great prospects for this in the villages of Irta and Kozmino.

We offer our programs for very modest money. The Komsomolskaya Pravda newspaper wrote about this, noting that Mother Winter is the most budget-friendly in terms of ticket prices. But the main thing we are proud of is that our guests are surprised and pleased by a very warm and attentive attitude towards them.

The residence of Zima has a creative team of like-minded people. Our specialists perfectly feel child psychology. We are trying to learn from the Kirov region (the Flying Ship project). We go to Santa Claus in Veliky Ustyug.

Secrets of Mother Winter

What surprises the guests of the northern beauty?

• “The one who sits on my snow throne and makes a wish will certainly come true, but there must be only one wish!”
• In Matushka's refectory all the dishes are made of pure ice silver, and in the cellar she keeps salted snowballs and pickled icicles.
• In her bedchamber there is a bed with soft snow featherbeds and winter pillows. Which one she chooses - such a frost will be - big or small.
• In the treasury of the mistress of Winter, safes are hidden in which fabulous pearls and diamonds are stored. She also has a magic necklace. If a good person picks it up, it remains intact, and if an evil one, it runs like a stream.
• So that Mother Winter does not melt in the summer, she has a potion infused with water from the healing Lena springs. And what it is seasoned with and why Mother last year's dried snow - you will find out for yourself when you come to visit!

Data

• "Mother Zima" is the current brand of the Lensky district and Yarensk. Tourists come from all over Russia, the main organized flow comes from the Komi Republic and the Arkhangelsk region. We met guests from Israel, the USA, Germany, Belgium, Canada, France, Finland, as well as from neighboring countries.
• The snow wizard is invited to holidays and festivals: Father Frost's birthday in Veliky Ustyug, International Fairytale Games in Kirov. In 2013, Mother Zima traveled with a regional delegation to Norway and Iceland for a seminar on rural development. In 2014, Mother Winter, in the team of Father Frost, took part in the Winter Olympic Games in Sochi. It is included in the federal project of Rostourism "Fairytale Russia". In 2018, a meeting of the expert council of the federal project was held in Yarensk.
• Every year from December 1 to December 30, the festival "Tales of the Lena Forest" is held in Yarensk, dedicated to the birthday of Winter, and on December 21 - the winter ball "Snow Lace of Winter".
• Souvenir-toy "Mother Winter's Snowball" in 2017 won first place in the All-Russian competition of tourist souvenirs in the North-Western District. It was invented by local craftsmen - Natalya Pivovarova, Tatyana Katunina, Lilia Korzhakova.
• The project involves the teams of the Yarensky Complex Center for Additional Education, the Yarensky Library, the Yarensky Museum of Local Lore, the Yarenskoye Consumer Society, the PE V.A. Lizunova, the PE I.N. .

Working hours of the Zima residence

Monday is a day off. Tuesday - Friday - from 10.00 to 17.00,

break - from 13.00 to 14.00. Saturday - Sunday - from 10.00 to 16.00.

Phone: (81859) 5‑32‑56. Address: s. Yarensk, st. Dubinina, 1.

December has come - a month of early twilight and anticipation of winter joys. Winter came. Crafts with cotton wool and sequins, paper snowflakes, Christmas trees and snowmen and the first garlands flickering on the windows are the constant signs of a special time that exists in all families with small children. In some houses, the walls are decorated with an advent calendar - an amazing monument to mother's industriousness and imagination, bags with surprises and tasks for every day.

In December, winter poems begin to sound

And in December, winter poems begin to sound. Even if they almost do not sound during the year, the pre-holiday time is special. Most often they are taught at the Christmas tree - to school, to kindergarten, to Sunday school. Among them are many good, but extremely "hackneyed" texts, learned by my grandmother when she was an October child. And although “The girls got up in a circle, got up and fell silent” - Agnia Lvovna’s excellent poems about the fun at the Christmas tree, sometimes you want something new, fresh and no less talented.

Here I tried to collect the most beautiful and melodic, deep and kind poems about winter, New Year and Christmas, which can be learned with children. Among them there are both modern and time-tested texts, large and small, serious and funny. The main thing is that they create and maintain the feeling of winter holidays - perhaps the best thing that happens to us on a cold day. winter time.

As winter comes

It is always a secret, every year news. Yesterday it was dirty and gray, today it is frosty and snowy, as if one world replaces another. Pushkin has a small passage about this borderland of the seasons in "Eugene Onegin" - however, there is about everything of any importance in the life of a Russian person.

Here is the north, catching up the clouds,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The magical winter is coming.
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanging on the branches of oaks,
She lay down with wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills.
A shore with a motionless river
Leveled with a plump veil;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
Leprosy mother winter.

The amazing power, depth and emotionality of these lines is understandable even to a child - even at the level of the melody of the verse. In these eleven lines there is a whole range of moods - from mysterious and slightly sinister to good-naturedly cheerful. This is the whole of Pushkin, in fact: I remember that at the university we were quoted a line from The Captain's Daughter, depicting the well-known snow storm: "Everything was darkness and a whirlwind." Five little words that don't just explain - create before us is a clear and convex image.

The above passage, of course, requires a parental commentary: "tufts", "breg" and "puffy shroud" need an explanation, especially for a preschooler. Otherwise, this melodious, sonorous text is, perhaps, the most graphic illustration of the beginning of winter.

And here is another, cheerful and sonorous, excerpt from the novel. It can be learned and read on occasion. This is also a small visual picture, accessible to understanding from 4–5 years old:

Neater than fashionable parquet
The river shines, dressed in ice.
Boys joyful people
Skates cut the ice loudly;
On red paws a goose is heavy,
Having thought to swim in the bosom of the waters,
Steps carefully on the ice
Slides and falls; happy
Flashes, curls the first snow,
Stars falling on the shore.

The joy of the first snow and frost is always childish, even if you are already an adult

The arrival of winter is almost always a joy, and in poetry too. So in the program poem by Afanasy Fet there is a lot of this feeling. The joy of the first snow and frost is always childish, even if you are already an adult. Perhaps that is why one of the most favorite poems to memorize is this:

Mother! look out the window -
Know that yesterday it was not for nothing that the cat
Washed the nose
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
Brightened, whitened -
Apparently it's cold.

Not scratchy, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Just look at you!
Like someone with a beef
Fresh, white, plump cotton
Removed all bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For the sled, and uphill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you might say to yourself:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"

This text is also surprising because it is an exception. Fet wrote it five years before his death, in the years of severe disappointments and sad thoughts, a premonition of death. And suddenly such a pure, childish, unclouded joy - the more valuable it is for the reader.

The only word here that is incomprehensible to a modern child is “horny”. It has completely fallen out of use. However, one should not be afraid of such archaisms in advance: no, they will not confuse, they will not scare the baby. It is unlikely that he will use them in speech, but they show the infinite wealth of the world, show life in a historical perspective.

And here is another greeting to winter - it was created by Pyotr Vyazemsky. This remarkable poet is rarely remembered today - except perhaps by specialists - but it's a pity. He subtly feels and talentedly conveys the joy and renewal that we feel at the beginning of winter.

Hello, in a white sundress
From silver brocade!
Diamonds burn on you
Like bright rays.

You are a life-giving smile
Fresh beauty of the face
You awaken to new feelings
Broken hearts!

Hello Russian girl,
Coloring soul,
white winch,
Hello Mother Winter!

A similar feeling reigns in the poem of Nikolai Rubtsov - and yet it has been separating poets for more than a century.

Snow fell and everything was forgotten.
What a soul was full!
My heart suddenly beat faster.
It was like I was drinking wine.

Down the narrow street
A clean breeze rushes
The beauty of ancient Russian
The town has been updated.

Snow flies on the Sophia Cathedral.
For children, but they can not be counted.
Snow is flying all over Russia,
Like good news.

Snow is flying - look and listen!
So, simple and clever,
Life sometimes heals the soul...
Well, okay! And good.

And here is a modern poem - it was written by Daria Gerasimova. Her poetic texts are good for their thoughtfulness, a special feeling of the surrounding world.

Childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it's silent reflections

After all, childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflections.

WINTER EVENING

The wind sleeps on the blue tree
The rivers are sleeping, at home.
Flying into the distance on a white wolf
Grandma Winter.

Snow pours from a mitten
Light wave.
And blizzard birds sing
In the sky above me

I walk in front of the house
Where is my old grandfather
Quiet in the rooms
Golden light.

Let it spin in the alley
snow braid,
Let it run faster
Grandma Winter.

Hits the moon tambourine
Somewhere far away...
And fluffy snow melts
On my arm...

But a poem with a completely different mood: something between a child's fantasy and a rhyme - cheerful, rhythmic and light, like the first snow. It is called “First Snow”, and it was written more than a century ago by the wonderful Russian poet Sergei Gorodetsky, friend of Nikolai Gumilyov, poet, translator, fearless war correspondent of the First World War.

The month began to be considered with the Sun,
Who gets up first
One, two, three, four, five,
The wind came out to fly
He sent winged birds,
A cloud of gray and shaggy.
The sky has fluffed up
Day and night it snows
And between the clouds, under the window,
Weep bitterly Month with the Sun:
One, two, three, four, five.
Who to disperse the clouds?

winter dreams

“Bewitched by the invisible, the forest is slumbering under the fairy tale of sleep,” remember? Such a mood was close not only to Yesenin. It also appears in modern children's poetry. Because winter is actually an incredible wealth: colors, joys, life. You can run and wallow in snowdrifts, sled and play snowballs, and then thoughtfully watch how the frozen world plunges into a frosty sleep. Or sleep yourself - and grow, grow up in a dream.

NIGHT SONG

In the silence of the midnight
Snow fell on the roofs.
Lost milk tooth
Evening at Grisha's.

Snow covered the paths
And lay down on the rooftops.
Until the morning in the palm of your hand
The tooth lay with Grisha.

Snowdrifts will grow
Above the roofs and pipes...
And closer to spring
The tooth will grow!

This poem was written by Mikhail Yasnov. It looks like a lullaby - both in rhythm, and in melody, and in poetic pattern. But what a poetic text Andrei Usachev has - about the same, but look how different they are!

Quietly humming a fairy tale,
Winter swims in the twilight
Covering with a warm blanket
Earth, and trees, and houses.

Light snow swirls over the fields,
It's like the stars are falling from the sky.
Lowering furry eyelashes,
A dense forest slumbers in silence.

Golden owls sleep on Christmas trees
In the fabulous glow of the moon.
Snowdrifts sleep at the edge of the forest,
Like big white elephants.

Everything changes shape and color
Extinguish the windows of sleepy houses,
And winter, telling a tale,
Falling asleep slowly...

About winter warmth

Yes, that's right: winter teaches us to appreciate and love comfort, home, well, and warmth, of course. A special charm lies in this opposition of a storm, frost, inconvenience outside the window - and a warm house full of soft light. Here is another poem by Afanasy Fet - it is about this:

The cat sings, squinting his eyes,
The boy is napping on the carpet
A storm is playing outside
The wind is whistling in the yard.

“It’s enough for you to wallow here,
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, go to sleep."

The boy got up. And the cat's eyes
Led and sings everything;
The snow falls in tufts at the windows,
The storm whistles at the gate.

Oddly enough, it is this theme - at home, comfort, peaceful evenings by the fire - that can encourage a parent to talk with a child about mercy. This topic was raised quite often in Russian Christmas prose - both by Dostoevsky in The Little Match Girl, and by Kuprin in The Wonderful Doctor, and in many other works.

The theme of home, comfort can encourage a parent to talk with a child about mercy

When I am warm and full, thoughts of someone's misfortune are like a gust of cold wind that bursts into a heated cozy room. But these are important thoughts, and it is even more important that they turn into actions. How - each parent decides in their own way, but talking about mercy in contrast with their own well-being is a fairly effective method.

I have an old children's book. Unfortunately, it was not republished, and now few people know about the wonderful poet Vitaly Tatarnikov. And meanwhile, he owns excellent poems - kind and warm. Like this, for example:

A man lived in the world.
He has been taking care of sheep all his life.
Is it a day
at night -
Knock-knock -
The shepherd ran to him.
The man took the first aid kit
And he hurried to save the sheep.
... Frost crackled in the fields,
The cold is no joke.
And sheep
little man
They gave me a coat:
- Wear more fun
And don't get sick yourself!

And here is a poem by Yulia Simbirskaya dedicated to ... a battery! Yes, even such a prosaic subject can become the hero of an excellent poetic text, lyrical and ironic at the same time.

She will dry on a hot back
My soaking wet boots.
I will put my palms next to them.
In winter, I am friends with batteries
And the sweater is friends, the mittens are friends,
And the cat is huddled somewhere on the edge.
After all, heat is hidden in the battery.
I found such a house for the winter.
And gurgles like milk in a cat,
Heat in the battery in the stomach.

Winter joys and fun

"Feed the birds!" - wrote the poet Alexander Yashin. In fact, Igor Severyanin wrote about this simple and joyful winter affair much earlier - yes, yes, the one who threatened to turn the tragedy of life into a dream farce "in a group of nervous girls, in an acute ladies' society." And here, without losing his ironically refined manner, he writes simply and loudly, about a picture of a winter day, about a moment in the life of a little girl:

HER PETS

She fed the winter birds
Throwing crumbs out the window.
From their cheerful roll calls
She laughed joyfully.
When she ran to school
Pets, hearing the crunch of snow,
A gang of noisy and cheerful
Follow her from bush to bush!

And here are poems about snow and snowfall. They are different - provocative, thoughtful, lyrical, full of indefatigable fantasy, such a truly childish, anticipation of winter miracles:

Our house is covered
Almost to the windows
BUT black sky,
Polka dots today.
One hundred thousand peas.
No, a hundred million
Rake off the porches
Rake from balconies.
And only hot palms
Afraid of heavenly peas.

Julia Simbirskaya

SNOW WALTZ

Snow falls on people and houses,
Waltz without an orchestra dancing winter.
Large flakes are spinning in a ring,
Fall, fall on my face
It's like they caress. Dance white snow
You make us all happy.

Rimma Aldonina

MUCH SNOW!

How much snow!
How much snow!
It's clearly not for running.
Definitely not for pedestrians.
This white weather.

This is for moving out
This is for squealing
for felting,
For a laugh!
So much snow
Here's the fun!

Rimma Aldonina

SNOWFALL

Snowdrifts at the house
Snowdrifts in the forest,
Huge
Snowdrift
I wear a hat.
On the hats of passers-by
With the coming of winter
That towers
That castles
Those are just hills.

Or maybe this
Not castles and blocks,
And the snow beasts
And snow fish
Hats in the city
They go, they look
Like white flakes
They fly over the world.

Sit on hats
Foxes and owls
dogs and cats,
Elephants and cows
And with a bird
On the hat
My brother is walking
And whispers with delight:
"What a snowfall!"

Daria Gerasimova

Winter in children's poems is precisely joy. Skating and felting, home warmth, anticipation of the holidays. And good children's poets manage to find and show the reader this joy from an unexpected angle.

Winter in children's poems is precisely joy. Skating and felting, home warmth, anticipation of the holidays

But it is useful and important - to look at familiar things in a different way. For example, through the eyes of a four-legged character in Mikhail Yasnov's poem "Joy".

What a happy morning
Run down the stairs
Forget about comfort
With steam heating
About chairs and table
Vacuum cleaner and sofa
And bury your nose
In frost and fog!

What a joy to see
What are you glad again
pillars and corners,
Garages and fences
Pull the leash
contemplating an escape
And the skin, like a rug,
Brush off the snow!

And there is also the joy of creativity and imagination. They, as you know, go hand in hand, and the child is completely devoid of boundaries and conventions. But they serve - if a small person grows in love - to the kindest and brightest feelings. Here's how in a poem by Natalia Volkova, for example:

ON A WHITE LEAF

I draw a gray-gray hare.

In the distance, beyond the snowdrift - a deep ravine,
There is a hidden enemy in the ravine!
Two pointed ears sticking out of the snow -
The fox guards the defenseless rabbits!

What to do?!
What to do?!
I do not play this way!
I erase the gray hare with an eraser.

On a white sheet in a line oblique
I draw a white-white hare.

And let them say that my drawing is empty ...
I hear the rustling of the bushes,
I see footprints in the fluffy snow.
And I will save the bunny from the enemy!

I really like Sasha Cherny's poem "On Skates" - it accurately conveys the emotion and atmosphere of winter skating. True, it is not easy to learn it, despite its small size - it has a complex rhythmic pattern, and in order to tell it expressively, you need to skillfully place pauses and semantic accents. But it's worth it - especially for skaters!

I'm skating like the wind
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! That's where I slipped...
One and two! Almost tumbled...
One-two! Hard on your toes!
Crunched, creaked ice,
The wind blows from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! Full stroke -
From the pond to the ditch...
One-two! Down the slippery path...
One and two! Funny feet...
One-two! On and on...

New Year's poems

New Year for an Orthodox person is a difficult time. For an Orthodox parent, it is doubly difficult. It is important for me to maintain a balance, to carefully lead the children past the December-January revelry, not to lose the fragile and quiet feeling of the approaching Christmas. But I don’t think it’s right to turn off the kids completely from the already traditional festive atmosphere. Therefore, poetry.

Because good poems bypass vulgarity, roar and drunken cries. Because they take from the holiday its most important innermost essence, the most sincere joy. These texts are easy to remember, perfectly recited, develop an aesthetic taste and do not completely close the joy of the upcoming main holiday - the Nativity of Christ.

SILVER CHRISTMAS

Silver Christmas tree
Grandpa brought us
Brought by our grandfather,
Like a good Santa Claus.

She stands, pleasing everyone,
And she glows
All so elegant
Like a winter-winter.

Her Christmas tree sisters
Frost sings in the forest
And they are all funny
Meet the New Year.

Silver Christmas tree
Saved the green one
And... lots and lots of joy
Brought it to the kids.

Vitaly Tatarnikov

CHRISTMAS GIFTS

Color paper set
For child labor
Wizards and mages
Please come here!
Artists
For female artists
Will get on the scissors,
What else?
Still to take
Large jar of glue
And everything we cut
We will collect and glue:
paper garden,
paper house
With a paper sun outside the window!
Scurrying along the golden branches
silver birds,
And white smoke rises
On red tiles.
It's good that the world is colored,
And matte
And glossy!
How good that I am
Big-eyed
AND RUMIANT!

Mikhail Yasnov

WHERE IS FATHER FROST GONE?

Where did Santa Claus go
to songs and fireworks?
Perhaps he got on a steam locomotive
last minute?

Or got into a taxi at night,
to get far?
Or wandered into a dense forest
to say goodbye to the cold?

Sailed to other cities
where is the sea or rocks...
I would never and never
didn't let him go!

I would say, locking the door
and taking him by the hand:
- You will be a grandfather now,
and I am your granddaughter!

Dina Burachevskaya

TREES IN THE SNOW

Today is not yesterday, but today,
And the night is getting darker and more New Year's,
And more and more endless, mysterious life,
And the tree went out
And the stars lit up.

In a dream, a sparrow chirped outside the window.
Vacation start! Vacation start!
And a slow day
And the flying night
And a book you can't part with.

The snow drifts between the bare bushes.
I feel that something is happening in me.
But what?
I can't answer myself.
And the words melt like trees in the snow.

Mikhail Yasnov

Thank you, fir tree
For this New Year!
For our cheerful, joyful
Children's dance!
Because the good Santa Claus
He warmed his red nose in warmth,
The Snow Maiden thawed
Distributes gifts.

Thank you, fir tree
For this spirit of the forest,
For being in a fierce cold
It blew in the spring.
Let there be a snowstorm outside the window
Noisy, raging creeps,
Thank you, fir tree
Because you are with me!

Rimma Aldonina

NEW YEAR

Wait, don't wait, but the New Year
Will definitely come.
He will come without delay
No delay on the way
Won't break promises
He can't come

With a new reality
With a new fairy tale
He will come at the same time
Like a clock on the Spasskaya tower
We'll be hit twelve times.

Rimma Aldonina

About Christmas

There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a modern child can understand, feel and learn. The fact is that most of these texts were written before the revolution - more than a century ago. They contain many archaisms, Church Slavonic words - the theme itself suggests. And it's difficult.

Even the textbook “Christoslavs” (“Under the cover of the starry night”) by Apollo of Corinth require explanations, and even after them the child sometimes rattles the poem formally. There are practically no modern tests about Christmas that can be put on a par with the classics.

There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a child can understand

Therefore, I will give a little - only five - poems that, it seems to me, are able to comprehend and consciously learn a modern child of 5-8 years old. They are deep and clear. And it is important to hear and love them in childhood, I think.

CHRISTMAS

In a manger I slept on fresh hay
Quiet tiny Christ.
The moon, emerging from the shadows,
I stroked the flax of His hair ...

The bull breathed in the face of the Baby
And, rustling straw,
On a flexible knee
I looked around, breathing a little.

Sparrows through roof poles
They rushed to the manger in a crowd,
And the bull, clinging to the niche,
The blanket was wrinkled with his lip.

The dog, sneaking up to a warm leg,
Licked her secretly.
Everyone was more comfortable with a cat
In the manger to warm the Child sideways ...

Subdued white goat
Breathed on his forehead,
Just a stupid gray donkey
Helplessly pushed everyone:

"Look at the Child
Just a minute for me!”
And cried loudly
In pre-dawn silence...

And Christ, opening his eyes,
Suddenly parted the circle of animals
And with a smile full of affection,
Whispered: "Look quickly!"

Sasha Black

bright star rays
The blue sky is shining...
- Why, tell me, mom,
Brighter in the sky of stars shine
On Christmas night?
Like a tree in the mountain world
Lit this midnight
And diamond lights
And the radiance of radiant stars
Is she all decorated?
- True, my son, in God's sky
On the night of the present saint
A Christmas tree is lit for the world,
And full of wonderful gifts
For the family, she is human.
Look how bright the stars are
Shine the world there, far away:
Holy gifts shine in them -
For people - goodwill,
Peace and truth are for the earth.

Heinrich Heine

There are countries where people have never known
No blizzards, no loose snows;
There only non-melting snow sparkle
Tops of granite ridges...
The flowers there are more fragrant, the stars are larger,
Brighter and more elegant spring
And the feathers of birds are brighter there, and warmer
There is a wave of the sea...
In such and such a country on a fragrant night,
Whispering laurels and roses
The desired miracle happened firsthand:
The Christ Child was born.

Semyon Nadson

Around the Christmas haze.
Bells are ringing in the darkness
And with them in harmony the Words sound:
"Peace on earth and happiness to all!"
I felt like that day
Life in cities and villages
Combining, the call sounds:
"Peace on earth and happiness to all!"

Henry Longfellow

CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE FOREST

Having tied the riza crosswise,
Tied a candle to a stick
The angel flies is small,
Flies through the forest, light-faced.
In snow white silence
From pine flutters to pine,
Touches a branch with a candle -
It will crack, the fire will flare up,
Round up, tremble,
Like a thread, run
Here and there, and here, and here...
The winter forest shines all over!
As light as snow fluff
Christmas winged spirit
Lights up the sky
Brings the holiday to the forests,
So that from heaven and earth
Lights could meet
So that between heaven and earth
Another beam lit up
So that from the light of small candles
Long beam like a sharp sword
Heart pierced with light
The path is not false.

Alexander Blok

And I want to complete my review with Alexander Blok's poem "Christmas". It is quite well-known, but, it seems to me, it cannot get bored: every year you can read it, feeling inside the ringing joy and anticipation of Christmas and Christmas time.

Ringing bell blow
The winter air wakes up.
We work in vain -
There will be light rest.

Silver light frost
around the entrance,
Silver on blue
The clear firmament of the star.

How transparent, snow-white
Glitter patterned windows!
How fluffy and softly gentle
Your golden curl!

How thin you are in a red coat,
With a bow in a pigtail!
Laugh - tremble lips,
Eyelashes tremble.

You amuse all passers-by -
Young and old
Ugly and pretty
Thick and lean.

Marvel, smile,
Wander far away
As if at all, how they laugh
Children, did not see.

Sisters will be happy with dolls
Brothers ask for guns
And you don't need
No toys.

You decorate the tree yourself
The stars are golden
And tie it to a branch with a peg
The apples are big.

You will throw beads on the Christmas tree,
Golden threads.
You will spread strong branches,
You shout: "Look!"

You shout, raise a branch,
Thin hands...
And there the grandfather laughs
With a white mustache!