Lesson summary extracurricular reading in 2nd grade according to the program « School of Russia »
Topic: A. Prokofiev “Like on a hill, on a mountain”
Target: promote students' creative imagination, instill a love and interest in figurative words.
Tasks:
Cognitive aspect:
introduce the content of the poems different poets, learn to identify the author’s position, express your understanding of the work;
formation of active cognitive position in children;
learn expressive reading as a way of conveying personal perception of a work and one’s ideas.
Developmental aspect:
emotional development cognitive motivation students to do the work;
activation of students’ mental activity;
development creative activity junior schoolchildren;
development of communicative and speech skills associated with the creation of speech utterances.
Educational (worldview aspect):
developing passion for the subject being studied;
fostering an attentive attitude to the word;
development of students' cognitive initiative;
development of educational cooperation as a form of interaction between a child and an adult.
Equipment for the lesson:
Crossword Puzzle Sheets.
Snowflakes of creativity.
Multimedia projector.
Lesson Plan
Organizational moment.
Setting a learning task.
Speech warm-up.
Introduction to the topic.
Working with a tongue twister.
Physical education minute.
Creation of acrotexts.
Homework.
Ho d lesson :
Organizational moment.
Invented by someone simply and wisely
When meeting, greet “Good morning!”
Good morning to the sun and birds,
Good morning to friendly faces.
And everyone becomes kind, trusting,
AND Good morning lasts until evening.
Let's, guys, smile at each other and start our lesson in a good, good mood. Sit down.( WITH lead no. 2 )
Setting a learning task.
Today in the lesson we will be faced with a type of work already known to us, namely working on a poem. We will also turn into writers, into co-authors of small miniatures. Our work will be associated with a beautiful and unusual time of year.
Speech warm-up.
- Let's start the lesson with a speech warm-up.
A) - Repeat after me.
Ma-ma-ma - the snowy winter has come.
Eg-eg-eg - everything was covered with white snow.
Ki-ki-ki - we love to play snowballs.
Ry-ry-ry - I'm sledding down the mountain.
Oz-oz-oz – the frost stings our cheeks.
Lu-lu-lu - I love snowy winter. (Slide No. 3)
B) - Read the syllables on the screen silently
kra kra kra kra kra kra
Let's read it in chorus very quietly.
We read in chorus in a medium key.
Let's read it out loud.
Let's read how the little bear speaks.
Let's read how the bunny squeaks. (Slide number 4)
Well done!
Introduction to the topic.
I suggest you assemble from letters literary word. (Slide No. 5-6 )
P E I O Z I
That's right, the word is poetry.
Do you know what the word poetry means?
( The children's suggestions are listened to:
Poetry is art.
Poetry sounds like music.
Poetry is when you see beauty.
Poetry is painting with words.
( WITH lead no. 7 ) – the text is read out
Poetry from Greek means creativity, creation.
Poetry is the language of the soul. Poetry is an art in which every word excites. Poetry is music made from words. Poetry is speech that one must be able to listen and see.
Who creates poetry? (poets)
What poets do you know?
All you listed genius poets had the talent to structure our speech so that it sounded like music; these were the people who knew how to express in words what cannot be expressed in words.
5. Physical education minute « Hare s"
(Slide No. 8)6. Working with a tongue twister.
Read the first part of the tongue twister.( WITH lead no. 9-10 )
Who guessed what the second part will be?
In the winter cold everyone is young.
What sound is repeated in a tongue twister?
How do you understand the meaning of a tongue twister?
In winter, the frost invigorates, our faces, both young and old, are covered with a blush. Everyone runs to avoid freezing: both adults and children. in winter huge amount winter games, everyone loves to play them, everyone’s mood lifts.
Let's play the game "Snowballs". In a tongue twister I will ask a question - the girls answer, then the boys.
In the winter cold everyone young ?
In the winter cold any young?
In winter cold everyone is young?
IN winter is everyone young cold?
7. Work on poetic work A. Prokofiev.
- Today in class extracurricular reading we will get acquainted with a poem about winter by A. Prokofiev
- Alexander Andreevich Prokofiev is a poet who lived in another time, in another century, closer to us. He grew up in a fisherman's family. He graduated from three classes, served in the army, worked like everyone else and wrote poems about the village and children.(Slide No. 11-12)
To make the poem easier to read, let's look at these two lines. (WITH lead no. 13 )
From the hill - wow!
Up the hill - wow!
How do you understand these lines?
Why is the same word used?
The same word uh, but a person’s states are different. What feelings do you experience at the first ear, at the second? (joy when going down and a little hard when going up)
What is this poem about?(about winter activities, or rather about children riding down the mountain)
Read the poem to yourself and determine the nature of the work, what is it? (good poem, funny)
- Let's read a poem aloud, conveying the mood of the work through reading?
We read the poem by role (2 - 3 times) according to semantic passages.
Dynamic pause “Frosty Winter”
The frost crackles at night.
In the snow woman's yard
The carrot nose turned white.
Suddenly there was water in the river
Still and solid.
The blizzard is angry, the snow is spinning,
Sweeps everything around with snow-white silver.
(Hands up - down)
(Hands on waist - bends to the sides)
(Turn around yourself)
(Touch your nose)
(Jumping in place)
(Hands to the sides - freeze in place)
(Children are spinning)
(Hands up and gradually squat down)
9. Creation of acrotexts.
What is acrotext? (short story on a specific topic)
Sit in groups. I offer each group a crossword puzzle where they need to solve it and find out keyword from the poems read and based on it, compose an acrotext about winter, winter activities. Write down your works on snowflakes of creativity. You can create several acrotexts.
Children work each in their own group, the teacher helps as needed. (Slides about winter № 14-16 )
Let's read your acrostics.(Assessment of students).
10. Homework.
- Thank you for your work in class. Homework will be to learn a poem studied today or choose a poem by another author about winter and also learn it by heart. (Slide No. 17)
Lesson summary.
Let's welcome winter with a song.
(The song “If only there were no winter” sounds, from the cartoon “Prostokvashino”) . (Slide No. 18).
Why isn't he around when you need him so much? Where is he, a quadcopter with a camera that follows on your heels and films every step from the best angle?
Imagine the scene: a mother and two children are sliding down a slide. Not from this miracle of plywood architecture that is being built in the city, but from a high earthen embankment protecting the village from spring floods - a dam. A one-year-old baby in a black and gray overalls for growth obediently stands where they put him, sits where they put him, rushes under his arm up the slope and down, sitting on his mother’s lap. A three-year-old man in a bright jacket with a large geometric pattern of purple, blue, yellow spots cannot climb a steep mountain on his own, but he tries very hard: “I’m crawling, crawling, I can do it, I can do it!” - he slips and gets up again until his mother comes down behind him and pulls him by the hand.
Everything around is covered with a thick layer fluffy snow, and when they all slide down the long ice rink together, the snow, kicked up by their boots and felt boots, flies into their faces. The elder shouts: “The snow got on the cap! On the cap!” He is the driver, he sits in front, and he gets the most. The youngest sits between his mother and brother. Quietly, silently. Mom closes her eyes and screams joyfully, she brings up the rear. Behind her back flutters a wide purple scarf in a triangle, her tail is covered in snow, several turns around her neck.
After each descent, the mother pushes the older one, helping him to stand up, puts the younger one on his feet, stands up herself, lifts the gurney and the younger one onto the dam, and leaves him at the top. Encourages the elder to get up himself. Still, she goes down to help him.
Mom is getting tired last time they roll down the other side of the dam towards the path. The elder sits down in a sled with a handle. The ice cube is secured behind his back. Mom unwinds the scarf around her neck. Strangely, under the voluminous folds there is another scarf, also purple, but a more saturated color, with clouds.
She throws the unwound scarf over the shoulders of the younger one, and together with the scarf throws it on her back, wraps it and ties it. He picks up the gloves that were getting in the way of tying the scarf, grabs the handle of the sled - and forward, across the field, through the snow-covered outskirts, past rickety wooden fences, rotting Soviet cars, two-meter black and brown weeds. Past tractors and dump trucks. Past three-story cottages. A dying suburban village, a new village is sprouting on its remains.
She goes, they go. Home, warm, for dinner and a bath.
PS1: there is no quadcopter, but there is a husband with a camera in the window.
PS2: Slingheroes: Mokosh Trinity Callicarpa 3 - a soft cloud, and the Osha Strato Rosalin neck scarf with mohair - a warm, slightly pungent yummy. 
Well, to have something to talk about - how do you wear it? The three-piece on your neck felt like a neck corset) Which slides do you ride, and what? The other day I bought an ice cube made of something soft and plump, with two handles on the sides, made of fabric like a cheesecake tube, but flat, an elongated oval. It’s just super convenient, it’s a pity that this wasn’t the case when I was a child! We then rode on a piece of linoleum))) or polyethylene, but it tore quickly. And it’s all tough and cold. And this soft thing doesn’t freeze yet, my butt in jeans (where is my brain?!) is grateful for that 😊
16Happy child 14.01.2017
Dear readers, the streak of New Year holidays is gradually coming to an end. But winter is still in full swing. It's snowy January outside, and pre-spring February is ahead. Gradually, matinees and corporate parties disappeared. But this does not mean that it is time to forget about poetry. When, if not on long winter evenings, can one enjoy beautiful poetry? And also about the coldest and most fabulous time of the year? What poems about winter should you offer children?
Today on the blog we have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children. You can read them to children, learn them together, and simply enjoy beautiful rhymes with the whole family. How to choose good poems about winter for children? What will kids like best? I give the floor to the presenter of the column, Anna Kutyavina.
Hello, dear readers of Irina’s blog! Winter is truly a fabulous time of year. Wonderful holidays, incredible weather with snow, blizzards and blizzards, frosty days. Magical leisure time with sledding, skiing, skating. Decorated Christmas trees and house facades decorated with bright lights. Fairy tale!
Poems about winter for children in an interesting and mild form convey all the bright atmosphere of the New Year holidays and winter fun. And also all the richness of winter nature.
Why poetry and not prose? Easy and understandable rhymes and the unique tempo of the poems help children quickly memorize lines and prepare for a matinee or family performance in front of their relatives. And it’s simply easier to assimilate information, get into a good mood and experience all the richness of our language. In addition, parents will also like it. So let's get started?
Short poems about winter for the little ones
You need to start introducing your child to poetry from a very early age. From the first years of life, mothers tell their little ones, short poems. And already in middle and senior preschool age, the child will enjoy listening to and even learning poetry. We have made for you a selection of poems about winter for children 4-5 and 5-6 years old. Happy reading!
Snowfall
The day has come.
And suddenly it got dark.
The light was turned on. We look out the window.
The snow falls white and white.
Why is it so dark?
V. Berestov
Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!
A. Prokofiev
Where do they carry snow in cars?
Where do they carry snow in cars?
Probably in hot countries
They give it to the guys
For the New Year in gifts,
They will receive full bags -
And everyone runs to play in the snow!
Snowballs don't reach
They melt in the hot sun,
And only puddles here and there...
Where do they carry snow in cars?
I. Tokmakova
Three
Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Zimushka-winter
On the road in a straight line
It was winter with frosts,
Winter was coming home -
The snow lay pink.
Two snowstorms after winter
That snow was blown, shallowed,
They blew up the snow as they wanted,
And they threw crystals.
A. Prokofiev
Hello winter-winter!
Hello, winter-winter!
We were covered with white snow:
And trees and houses.
The light-winged wind whistles -
Hello, winter-winter!
An intricate trail winds
From clearing to hill.
The hare printed this -
Hello, winter-winter!
We put up feeders for the birds,
We pour food into them,
And the birds sing in flocks -
Hello, winter-winter!
G. Ladonshchikov
Wizard
Frost is a magician!
This is immediately visible:
I haven't opened my album yet,
And he already
No brushes, no paints
He painted all our windows overnight!
It's snow!
Who's that over there on the hill?
You won’t even understand right away:
This is little Egorka
Doesn't look like Yegorka.
Eyebrows covered with snow,
Hat, nose and collar.
And from the snowdrift
Yegorka the snowman stood up.
V. Simonov
Winter dream
I dreamed of mountains at night...
high mountain,
The one with whom
We rode yesterday.
We are reaching the nearest village
We rushed across the virgin soil,
And at night there is snow and ski tracks,
Shiny snow and ski tracks
I dreamed about it all the time.
Snow woman
Today from the snow
Wet coma
We snow woman
They made it near the house.
This woman is standing at the very gate -
No one will pass
No one will pass.
Adults and children admire her,
Horny hair
The wind blows at her.
She's familiar
Already for all the kids,
And Zhuchka keeps barking:
- There's a stranger in the yard!
I. Demyanov
It's getting cold
The wind on the terrace
It's cold in the stroller!
Andreyka is wearing padded jackets,
Sweatshirts, mittens,
Andreike striped scarf
The sisters brought it.
He sits, barely breathing,
In a colorful padded jacket.
Like at the pole, baby
The sisters equipped it.
- Get used to the cold! -
Sveta explains.-
And winter comes to us,
And not just summer.
Snowflakes
Light, winged,
Like night butterflies
Spinning, spinning
Above the table by the light bulb.
We gathered for the fire.
Where should they go?
They too, icy,
I want to warm up.
I. Bursov
I'm coming!
I'm coming! I'm driving along a forest path!
I say hello to oak, birch, and pine.
I'm coming! I catch snowflakes with my hands.
I'm coming! I love sledding.
Downhill faster. It's harder to go up.
And the birds chirp: “Have mercy on the horse!
Run home with your feet
And help grandma carry the sled.”
T. Bokova
Bullfinches
Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Well treated
Sweetened well.
Winter evening late
Bright scarlet clusters.
A. Prokofiev
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone it's cold in winter,
They run to the house quickly.
The sun remains.
Who will warm him?
It used to warm me up
We were glad to see the sun.
And now they admire
Snowfall dance.
I'll draw the sun
In my album,
And as if it will become
Lighten up the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know how to:
Don't be sad, sunshine!
I'll keep you warm.
L. Slutskaya
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Takes you by the nose
Brings me to tears!
Such bitter frost
Stuck,
Stuck, bored.
It's so cold!
It's so cold!
Cover your nose -
It has grown to the eyebrows.
It's so cold!
Healthy,
It's crunching
Expensive.
All year round. January.
Open the calendar -
January begins.
In January, in January
There is a lot of snow in the yard.
Snow - on the roof, on the porch.
The sun is in the blue sky.
The stoves are heated in our house,
To the sky smoke is coming pillar.
S. Marshak
In the cold
Snow outside and cold.
With strong ice the puddle is clogged.
Timid from the road
Twigs of the trail
Reaching for houses:
Can I warm up with you?
V. Lanzetti
Winter has come
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
I. Chernitskaya
Poems about winter for schoolchildren
Schoolchildren are already ready to perceive more adult poetry. It's time to introduce them to the works of great Russian poets. Moreover, they have plenty of beautiful poems about winter. Touching poems by Yesenin, eternal poetry Pushkin, fascinating works by Fet, Bunin, Nekrasov, Tyutchev with their unique images. Poems from our selection will appeal not only to children, but also to parents. After all, we know many of these lines by heart...
For you - a pleasant selection of poems about winter for children 8-9 years old and older. Although, of course, it is difficult to focus on age when perceiving poetry. After all, our children, like us, are all different. But one thing is for sure - beautiful poems few people can be left indifferent.
Poems by Sergei Yesenin
Winter sings and echoes,
Shaggy forest cradles
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But it's painfully cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold
Hungry, tired,
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the frozen window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the sun is clear
Beautiful spring.
Birch
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
A. S. Pushkin. Poems about winter for children
Winter morning
Frost and sun; wonderful day!
You are still dozing, dear friend -
It's time, beauty, wake up:
Open your closed eyes
Towards northern Aurora,
Be the star of the north!
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
On cloudy sky the darkness was moving;
Moon like pale spot,
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad -
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
The whole room has an amber shine
Illuminated. Cheerful crackling
The flooded stove crackles.
It's nice to think by the bed.
But you know: shouldn’t I tell you to get into the sleigh?
Ban the brown filly?
Sliding on the morning snow,
Dear friend, let's indulge in running
impatient horse
And we'll visit the empty fields,
The forests, recently so dense,
And the shore, dear to me.
Winter evening
Storm of darkness the sky covers,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Then on the dilapidated roof
Suddenly the straw will make noise,
The way a belated traveler
There will be a knock on our window.
Our dilapidated shack
And sad and dark.
What are you doing, my old lady?
Silent at the window?
Or howling storms
You, my friend, are tired,
Or dozing under the buzzing
Your spindle?
Let's have a drink good friend
Poor youth mine,
The heart will be more cheerful.
Sing me a song like a tit
She lived quietly across the sea;
Sing me a song like a maiden
I went to get water in the morning.
The storm covers the sky with darkness,
Whirling snow whirlwinds;
Then, like a beast, she will howl,
She will cry like a child.
Let's have a drink, good friend
My poor youth
Let's drink from grief; where is the mug?
The heart will be more cheerful.
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood it renews the path;
His horse smells the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having planted a bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
He is both painful and funny,
And his mother threatens him through the window.
What a night! Frost is bitter,
There is not a single cloud in the sky;
Like an embroidered canopy, a blue vault
Replete with frequent stars.
Everything in the houses is dark. At the gate
Locks with heavy locks.
People are buried everywhere;
Both the noise and the shout of the trade died down;
As soon as the yard guard barks
Yes, the chain rattles loudly.
And all of Moscow is sleeping peacefully...
winter road
Through wavy fogs
The moon creeps in
To the sad meadows
She sheds a sad light.
On the winter, boring road
Three greyhounds are running,
Single bell
It rattles tiresomely.
Something sounds familiar
In the coachman's long songs:
That reckless revelry
That's heartbreak...
Neither fire nor black hut,
Wilderness and snow... Towards me
Only miles are striped
They come across one.
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress is coming - winter,
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
Mother's pranks are winter.
Poems by Afanasy Fet about winter for children
Creaking steps
The creaking of footsteps along the white streets,
Lights in the distance;
On the frozen walls
The crystals sparkle.
From the eyelashes hung into the eyes
Silver fluff,
The silence of a cold night
Occupies the spirit.
The wind sleeps and everything goes numb,
Just to fall asleep;
The clear air itself becomes timid
To die in the cold.
Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
Lightened up, turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White Plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
The cat sings, eyes narrowed;
The boy is dozing on the carpet.
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.
“It’s enough for you to wallow here,”
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”
The boy stood up, and the cat's eyes
Conducted and kept singing;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.
Poems by Ivan Bunin
First snow
It smelled like winter cold
To the fields and forests.
Light up bright purple
Before sunset the sky.
At night the storm raged,
And with dawn to the village,
To the ponds, to the deserted garden
The first snow started to fall.
And today over the wide
White tablecloth fields
We said goodbye belatedly
A string of geese.
Poems by Nikolai Nekrasov
Snowball
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! —
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
- Who are you singing for, blizzard?
With silver horns?
— For little bear cubs,
That they are fast asleep in the den.
Little man with a marigold
One day, in the cold winter season
I came out of the forest; it was bitterly cold.
I see it's slowly going uphill
A horse carrying a cart of brushwood.
And walking importantly, in decorous calm,
A man leads a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a short sheepskin coat,
In big mittens... and he's as small as a fingernail!
“Great, lad!” - Go past! -
“You’re so formidable, as I can see!
Where do the firewood come from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, chops, and I take it away.
A woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest. -
“What, my father has big family?» -
The family is big, two people
Just men: my father and I... -
“So there it is! What’s your name?”
- Vlas. - “What year are you?” -
The sixth has passed...
Well, dead! - the little one shouted in a deep voice,
He pulled the reins and walked faster.
Poems by Konstantin Balmont
Snowflake
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
Wonderful azure
She left
Myself into the unknown
The country has been overthrown.
In the shining rays
Slides skillfully
Among the melting flakes
Preserved white.
Under the blowing wind
Shakes, flutters,
On him, cherishing,
Lightly swinging.
His swing
She's consoled
With his snowstorms
Spinning wildly.
But here it ends
The road is long,
touches the earth,
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
Winter
The fields are covered with a motionless veil.
Fluffy white snow.
As if the world had said goodbye to Spring forever,
With its flowers and leaves.
The ringing key is bound. He is captured by Winter.
One blizzard sings, sobbing.
But the Sun loves a circle. It preserves Spring.
Young will return again.
While she went to wander in foreign lands,
So that the world knows dreams.
So that he sees in a dream that he is lying in the snow,
And he listens to the blizzard like singing.
Winter-winter. Poems for children by other poets
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands,
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched,
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light down chain…
Is the winter sun shining?
On him your beam with a scythe -
Nothing will tremble in him,
It will all flare up and sparkle
Dazzling beauty.
F. Tyutchev
Winter
White snow, fluffy
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
God's the days are short,
The sun shines little, -
Here come the frosts -
And winter has come.
I. Surikov
Winter has come
In the first week
Glazed
Eyes of water.
In the second week
Stiff
Shoulders of the earth.
In the third week
Buzzed
Blizzards
Winters.
In the first week
I lost heart.
In the second week
I was waiting for a miracle.
And in the third week,
How the snow fell
I felt good
Winter has come.
D. Samoilov
It's winter again
Spinning easily and clumsily,
The snowflake sat on the glass.
The snow fell thick and white at night -
The room is bright from the snow.
The flying fluff is a little powdery,
And the winter sun rises.
Like every day, fuller and better,
Fuller and better new year...
Winter pictures
Auntie is walking the puppy.
The puppy parted with the leash.
And now on low level flight
Crows are flying after the puppy.
The snow is sparkling...
What a small thing!
Sadness, where have you gone?
Who will warm the sun?
Everyone is cold in winter,
They run to the house quickly.
The sun remains.
Who will warm him?
It used to warm me up
We were glad to see the sun.
And now they admire
Snowfall dance.
I'll draw the sun
In my album,
And as if it will become
Lighten up the house.
I'll write a note -
I already know how to:
Don't be sad, sunshine!
I'll keep you warm.
Grandfather Frost is walking on the street
...Walking the street
Grandfather Frost,
Frost is scattering
Along the branches of birch trees;
Walks with a beard
White is shaking,
Stomping his foot
There is only a crash.
Or is it breathing on the windows
Smoky huts
Yes, he writes patterns,
Looking at the guys...
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow, like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence,
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn, lazily walking around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Snow everywhere
There is snow everywhere, houses in the snow -
Winter brought him.
She hurried to us quickly,
She brought us bullfinches.
From dawn to dawn
Bullfinches glorify winter.
Santa Claus, like a little one,
Dancing near the rubble.
And I can too
So dance in the snow.
Black ice
It doesn’t go and doesn’t go,
Because it's icy.
But it falls great!
Why isn't anyone happy?!
The ponds are closed until March,
But how warm the houses are!
The gardens are covered in snowdrifts
Winter is caring.
Snow is falling from the birches
In drowsy silence.
Pictures of summer frost
Draws on the window.
Zimushka-winter
In an ice carriage rushes
Winter-winter,
The wind beats its wings
To sleepy houses.
Squares and parks are blooming
Snowy white.
And the frost erects arches
Above the forest path.
Getting angrier, angrier, angrier
It's freezing outside.
And each one is warmer
Covers the nose.
Both people and machines
There's no time for beauty now.
Both people and machines
Noses covered.
We are snowflakes
We are snowflakes, we are fluffs,
We don't mind spinning around.
We are ballerina snowflakes
We dance day and night.
Let's stand together in a circle -
It turns out to be a snowball.
We whitewashed the trees
The roofs were covered with fluff.
The earth was covered with velvet
And they saved us from the cold.
First snow
On the trees, on the alleys
The snow flies whiter than flour,
Light-light, clean-clean,
Soft, fragile and fluffy.
We squeeze snow in our hands
And we throw snowballs.
The first snow is light snow,
He makes everyone so happy.
It came to us
One letter
It was strange.
Instead of stamps -
Three snowflakes
And the envelope -
From pure ice,
But the letter is not on a piece of paper,
And on the white snow:
- Soon, soon
I'll rush to you
I'll fly to the snowstorm,
I'll dance and spin,
I'll cover the ground with snow,
And trees, and houses...–
And signed:
"Winter"
Winter has come
Happy winter has come
With skates and sleds,
With a powdered ski track,
With a magical old fairy tale.
On the decorated Christmas tree
The lanterns are swinging.
May your winter be merry
It doesn't end any longer!
The sled slides down on its own,
But they have one whim.
So that the sleigh races down the hill,
We drag them up ourselves.
Like on a hill, on a mountain
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!
Run out quickly
Look at bullfinches.
They arrived, they arrived,
The flock was greeted by snowstorms!
And Frost is the Red Nose
He brought them rowan trees.
Sweetened well.
Late winter evening
Bright scarlet clusters.
Snow family
Snowy grandfather near the house
Dressed in a snow coat.
He groans all over the area,
He calls his girlfriend.
We began to run at full speed
Sculpt a snow woman.
And she said: - Boredom!
No granddaughter, no grandson!
We blinded and grandchildren -
Little snowmen.
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And puddles turned
In transparent glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry.
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Three on a snowy clearing
Three on a snowy clearing
Me, Winter and sleigh.
Only snow will cover the ground -
The three of us are getting ready.
Having fun in the clearing -
Me, Winter and sleigh.
The snow is spinning, flying, flying...
The long-awaited winter has come. Time for celebration, fun in the cold and other entertainment. Or it’s still a long time away, but I want to again plunge into the atmosphere of a frosty winter, the leisure time that corresponds to it, and read heartfelt works on this topic with my children. You've come to the right section! It features winter children's poems.
Even in those areas where there is little snow in winter, it is imagined in the imagination. And they are doubly active in decorating the house in winter, and include song and poetic material about all winter symbols. Among them, the image of snow occupies a special place.
The wonderful poems about winter that you will find below will help you create a winter ambience not only in the interior, but also in your leisure time. Such works will sound great on any New Year's holiday or with your family at a home celebration, a cozy evening with books.
Among the poems presented here there are numerous riddles, songs, and original poems - both long and very short. You can choose the optimal content and length for the age of your children. In the general understanding, poems dedicated to snow are works about nature, beauty, and harmony. natural phenomena. All this has a generally beneficial effect on psychological state child. Also, such poetic material develops the children’s horizons.
Help for adults
This poetic collection will help not only the parent in finding any winter poems to your children. It will also be useful for teachers and educators to enrich the material of scripts for the holidays, prepare reading lessons and literary development children. Poems about winter due to figurative comparisons, associations develop the imagination well. They enrich vocabulary children with a variety of epithets for snow. Poets do not skimp on the most intricate rhymed descriptions of ice floes, snowflakes, and frost. Accordingly, the analysis of folklore and author's riddles and poems will serve in literature lessons.
Based on poems about snowflakes, you can logically continue creativity in another type of activity - go to visual arts, decorating your home with New Year's decorations or just taking a walk on fresh air, including observations of snow cover, examining the shape and size of snowflakes.
Enjoy reading children's poetry in our selection!
A big surprise awaits Gorka:
On a cheesecake belly down
I'm flying and laughing -
I'll pump up the slide with the wind!
Vtorova Tamara
Ice slide
So slippery
Just got in, already downstairs,
I'm pushing the sled up again.
The guys are here early in the morning
Some with cardboard, some on sleds,
And one wanted to ski
I went for a ride, but it didn’t work out.
Some of the toddlers
Just falls on your belly
And, sliding, rushes down,
All you can hear is laughter and squeals.
Shishkov V.
Yegorka makes the slide,
Takes snow with a shovel,
Waters from a bucket,
Maybe the hill will grow?
So that the ice is not like a grater,
And the ice shone on the parquet floor,
Gorku affectionately Egorka
Strokes up and down.
Tomorrow morning from this hill
We will travel without tickets.
Fox Anatoly
Like on a hill, on a mountain,
In the wide yard:
Who's on the sled?
Who's skiing?
Who is taller
Who is shorter
Who's quieter?
Who will run away
Who's on the ice?
And who is in the snow?
From the hill - wow,
Up the hill - wow!
Bang!
Breathtaking!
Prokofiev A.
I'm sliding down the hill - Wow!
Oh! - breathtaking!
On the ice - Aaaaaaah!
And on a sled - Aaaaaaah!
The snow is cooling your face,
Barks joyfully, my friend,
Ears flutter in the wind
The dog is starting a game!
I'm flying! I'm flying! I'm flying!
I scream and laugh!
Well, if I want,
I'll give mom and dad a ride!
I'll wave my hands to them
And I’ll invite you to the hill!
The whole family will rush down -
We will receive a prize for love!
Stanislavskaya Galina
We're rolling down the hill
With little Yegorka.
The sleigh carries us forward,
Gaining full speed,
It's absolutely breathtaking.
- Hey-hey! - we shout out loud,
- Get out of the way!
Bang! And we are in a snowdrift!
Schastneva I.
The mountain is steep
All snow...
Hey! Hey!
Sleigh live!
They sat down in a crowd,
They rush like an arrow...
Ay! Ay!
Don't bother us!
They rolled down the hill,
They fell off the sled,
Uh, uh,
In the snow fluff!
Belousov I.
There is a big slide in the yard,
Egorka climbed on it,
And holding with both hands,
I moved down to my beloved mother!
Khvatka Natalka
A hurricane rushes down the hill
Of kids and laughter.
A hurricane rushes down the hill
From sleds and snow.
A hurricane rushes down the hill
From confusion and echo.
A hurricane rushes down the hill.
Look, this is fun!
Nesterova T.
It's snowing, it's snowing
Fun, playful.
Hurry up and grab your sled
And run up the hill!
We're flying, we're flying on a sled,
The wind won't catch up.
On the roll - the sled is on its side,
Well, we are in a ditch.
Oh what fun it is to ride
Nimble guys!
Let the snow fall thicker, -
The slides will be cooler!
Bayazit Bikbay
In the center of our yard
The mountain grew overnight
Explain to me where
Did this miracle appear?
The janitor answers - uncle
Looking at a huge snowdrift:
“But this is Santa Claus
Brought a snowball here for you"
The children shouted in unison:
“We need such a miracle”
And to loud cheers!
The kids climbed up.
Here now from morning till night
Anyone can who wants
Ride with the breeze
On a sleigh and somersault!
Vikhor Alexander
I'm racing down the hill on a sled,
I'll go the furthest.
Kolka is on my way,
It was just not enough!
“Get out of the way quickly,
Go away, go away."
Kolka immediately trampled,
And still remained in place!
Bang! And we are already in a snowdrift,
And we both laugh out loud.
We lay down, shook ourselves off,
And they pulled themselves up the hill.
Gulieva Lyudmila
Oh, and the mountain!
And fun on it!
Rushes at once
Ten sleighs each.
Let's move out, stop!
Sleigh on sled, -
Nose into a snowdrift...
Screaming, bickering.
The hats are confused -
Fight and laughter.
Armfuls of snow.
There is snow outside the gate.
Someone about the sleigh
Broke my nose.
I put some blush on everyone
Cheeks are frosty.
Klokova M.
We are in the backyards in winter
We equipped a slide.
To become icy
They poured water on the snow.
They made a slide for everyone,
And now fun, laughter
Can be heard all day in the morning -
Naughty kids
Slides down the hill merrily,
Dives headlong into the snow.
Oh, and it's fun in winter
It's an icy hill for us!
Skorodumova Irina
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse,
Every now and then my sled
They run away from me.
I won't have time to sit on horseback,
Sleigh - start and run...
My sled goes on its own
Without a motor, without a horse.
And under the hill is my sled
They are waiting for me behind the snowdrift.
Naughty, they are bored
Climb up alone.
Bursov I.
I'm flying down the hill on a sled like a bird,
My heart is bursting out of my chest.
Everywhere you look, there are open spaces around,
And the forest is fluffy ahead.
The sun rolled down over the river,
There are unfortunate fishermen at the holes.
And the perches are getting cold nearby
Yes, steam is pouring out like smoke from a stove.
The frost is crackling, Epiphany is coming soon,
Mercury fell asleep at forty.
And the kids are storming the hill
And overtakes the old man.
Oh, damn this old age!
But it doesn't become me to give up.
My soul rejoices, I try
Ride along with them.
Solovyov Yuri
We fly to the sound of squeals and laughter
From the hill straight into the snow.
Our dads used to be here
There was a lot of flopping too.
Even grandfathers
We rode on our stomachs
And grumpy great-grandmothers
The grandfathers were given patches.
Like our yard
There is a rolled mountain,
Rolled, snail,
Killed by boots.
I'm already jumping on ice.
The heel broke
My goat shoe
He turned on his side.
And I, young, on my side
I'm dying laughing.
Meksin Ya.
On the ice, quickly down the slide
Little Egorka took a ride.
And Denis glided behind him,
Flying quickly down...
The slide thundered loudly,
And shouted “Hurray!” Egorka,
And shouted “Hurray!” Denis,
Flying quickly down.
Kabanov A.
The sled is dashing down the hill.
"Beware"! - Yegorka shouts.
Sledge - on its side and into a snowdrift.
He rubs Yegorka's red forehead.
“It hurts a lot. There will be a bump."
Mom strokes the boy's forehead.
“You’re a grown man.
Well, you fell on your side,
The snow is not hard at all
Attach a coin."
Egorka smiles,
Sledding down the hill again
And shouts: “Hurray! Hooray!"
The kids are happy about the snow.
Lavrova Tatyana
I'm running down the hill,
I can't resist.
The legs are just haphazard
It's like they're dancing in the snow.
The hill is very cool.
There is both slope and height,
And there are quite a few tricks here,
There are dangerous places.
I look, I look forward:
Where is the pothole, where is the ice?
I even began to fear
It just takes me by surprise.
This is not a whim at all.
You can sit down and slide down.
I've already moved out like this.
Bump! It was a surprise...
Urusova Evgeniya
Yesterday I went down the hill
I gained such speed!
The sleigh flew like an arrow,
And then they turned around themselves.
Jumped up and somersaulted
And they stuck into a big snowdrift.
I took off like a ball
What a failure!
Snow under the hat and in the boots,
Ice flakes got into the sleeves,
The sled miraculously survived,
A disaster indeed!
I stand like the chief of the penguins
Mom won't recognize her son!
And the boys are all laughing
It's funny to them, but not so much to me...
Zalesskaya Tamara
They put Yegorka on a hill,
They put Yegorka in the sled.
Tied the laces on the earflaps
And the sled was pushed forward.
Hey, sleigh, this is the sleigh:
So they rush downhill themselves!
Blizzard clouds are rising...
And then they went head over heels.
Jumped up and turned over
And Egorka and I ended up stuck in a snowdrift.
The guys on the hill got scared,
The crowd ran up to Yegorka.
They shake him: “Egor, are you breathing?
Are you alive? Get up!
Do you hear?!”
Our strange Yegorka stood up,
And not only alive - ruddy.
Covered in snow, but Egorka laughs:
“Oh, what a good slide!..”
Starshinov N.
Down the hill head over heels
I'm rolling like a snowball.
The ice is well rolled.
Beware, honest people!
And right behind me
Dad is also a head over heels.
Snow is falling down your collar,
And snow gets into your boots.
Dad became like a snowman
I'm like Bigfoot.
Downhill with the breeze
And run upstairs again...
But I'm afraid that we will later
Mom may not know.
He will say: “Come on, two snowdrifts,
March home for dinner, both of you!
Radchenko N.
Down the hill head over heels
I'm rolling like a snowball.
The ice is well rolled.
Beware, honest people!
And right behind me
Dad is also a head over heels.
Snow is falling down your collar,
And snow gets into your boots.
Dad became like a snowman
I'm like Bigfoot.
Downhill with the breeze
And run upstairs again.
But I'm afraid that we will later
Mom may not know.
He will say: “Come on, two snowdrifts,
Go home for dinner, both of you!”
Radchenko Nadezhda
I'll ride down a high slide
In a sled fast with the breeze
I'll jump over a couple of bumps
We call them springboards
Dust snow hurricane
And a cheerful din of friends
Everything is mixed up in my head
And you can’t hear me scream
There's a deep snowdrift ahead!
Brake!!! Friends screaming
But at high speed
Can't do it quickly
And surrendering to the will of the sled
Forgetting about fear and risk
I'm racing on a little rocket
Hold on in your head
This is the finish line
A pile of snow is visible
It will fly by, burning with hope.
I'm flying into a snowdrift
I lay down and took a rest
Shaked off the drops of snow tears
And straightened the scarf and hat
Sleigh, grabbed in his arms
I'm running up the hill again
You can't leave your friends behind.
I'm flying down the mountain on a sled -
The earflaps slipped to one side,
And my cheeks burn with fire.
I have a long way to go.
You can't keep up with me -
I'll run for five blocks.
Then I’ll deftly turn into the park.
There will be a stop there.
It didn't come true! Faster than the wind
I rushed... four meters.
Stepanova Elena
Slide. Sled. Well, it's time
Rush down. Hooray! Hooray!
Down the hill, whistling in my ears,
Only snow flies in your face.
Kuznets G.
I'm standing alone on the hill -
The sled ran away from me!
With the rope together straight down
They were running so happily...
And they forgot about me!
But suddenly, I see, they froze...
The snowdrift reminded them, apparently,
That you can’t climb up alone.
Below they are waiting for me with hope...
And I rush to their aid!
Osmanova Guria
There are skyscraper snowdrifts here!
Flour is sown from the clouds:
There will be muffins with a crust,
The sun's ray gilds them.
Some on sleds, some on skis
We fly down the hill laughing...
The squirrel is getting closer, closer,
Grab the hotel and go!
And a tit on the palm.
Don't be in a hurry to take off!
Oh, trusting little one!
If only I could take a picture...
Be on time!
Kapustuk Natalya
So much snow in January!
Let's build a slide in the yard.
Yeah... not so easy...
We lack growth.
Serezhin's elder brother came,
He is also happy to build a slide.
And the mothers and fathers came out -
Grow, mountain, higher and higher!
We are from the yard all the way to the ground
All the snow was shoveled...
I won't praise
But it turned out a miracle!
Water was poured from a bucket -
Let it freeze until the morning.
The slide is ready by morning,
The crust is frozen.
Ice sparkles in the sun!
They rush down the hill head over heels
Plywood and cardboards,
Boys and girls!
Borisova N.
Oh, how slowly they crawl
Sleigh uphill.
And they fly from the mountain, carry
Angelina to the house.
With a sled head over heels she
Rolling towards the entrance.
The slide is nearby, beautiful!
Angelina likes it.
Zaraiskaya Natalya
We're sliding down the icy mountain,
White snow, and you and I are all white.
All my pants and all my boots are covered in snow,
I scream and laugh as I run.
Somewhere there are mittens and a scarf on the mountain.
How fun it is to walk in February!
Agibalova Tatyana
Everything around is white and white.
Mountains of snow have fallen.
Some from lunch, some from the morning -
All the kids have gathered.
They rush downhill on ice skates,
On cardboards and on sleds.
Laughter, squealing, among the guys,
Lots and lots! - Everyone is screaming.
Even those who haven't skated
It was on top of the heap.
My mother scolded me at home:
“Is it possible to walk like that?
I was completely wet.
Have you even learned your lesson?”
My son's cheeks are red -
Well, what are the lessons here...?
Zaikina Lyudmila
We wanted, like children,
Suddenly ride down the mountain!
Well, this happens in the world...
And with a gang of kids
We rushed down the slope...
Suddenly it threw us like this,
Why did we fly off the balloon?
And there’s no way to get out
From a deep snowdrift.
Snow got stuck in my sleeves,
Both lost their hats
But at least the head is intact!
The laughter with you barely stopped
And they climbed the mountain.
We flew like this all day long
On the cylinder - just hold on!
We found another mountain,
Having decided to test it to the fullest, -
No bumps, but steep,
Like a sheer wall!
And in a free fall,
There's no other way to say it
Now from fear, now from delight,
I couldn't help but squeal!
Even my heart skipped a beat!
I still remember
How we flew with you
On a balloon from these mountains!
Lukyanova Galina
We took skis and sleds into our hands -
And off we went for a ride.
On a winter day, in the frost, in the morning
A snowy mountain is waiting for us.
Karelin O.
Frosty day, day off,
My friends are with me on the mountain.
From the slide each of the guys
I'm very happy to ride.
Let's have fun on a sled,
On cheesecakes and ice cubes.
They drive and laugh loudly
"Locomotive" girls...
Let your mittens get wet
And the wind blushes your face,
We're having fun on the hill
And we are not afraid of frost.
Puzyrev Vasily
The sleds are rushing, rushing down the hill,
Run away all the people!
The captain on the sled is sharp-eyed
Looks straight and forward.
He holds the road firmly
Barely holding back laughter.
Left side, starboard side
We push everyone away.
What is it, what is it!
The captain closed his eyes.
The two of us are flying downhill.
Where are the brakes on the sled?!
Put away your skis
Sticks, trees and firewood.
Hide quickly, we are
We shout to you about this: - AAAAAH!
Pridvorov Mikhail
We'll take the sled with you,
Two spatulas and ice cubes
And, dressed warmly,
Let's go out into the winter as soon as possible.
If we don't find the hill,
We'll build it ourselves quickly.
We'll call you for help,
Let's throw a lot of snow,
Let's level it out and then
We'll pour water on top of the snow.
Our slide in the cold
Sparkles with pure ice.
We'll go down the hill
Have fun with the whole yard.
Filimonova Anna
I looked out Egorka’s window:
There is a snow slide under the window.
- Who is that in the yard?
built a slide for kids?
Maybe it's Santa Claus
Did the snow come here last night?
Maybe he made a snowman?
He's not used to working.
Maybe hares and foxes
did you deign to work here?
Maybe the bear is clumsy?
Dad built us a slide!
“I guessed it right, I guessed it right!
I saw a shovel!
Look, under her in the corner
snow melted on the floor?! —
Dad is the best in the world!
How happy the children will be!”
Sosnina Z.
Let's get into fur coats with a hood,
Like mice in holes.
And it will be very good for us
Ride down the hill...
The mountain is so huge
Like an elephant, probably...
And why should I
Roll first?
You're tempting me to take a ride:
“Don’t be afraid, come on!”
And so I fly, I fly like a bird...
I'm shaking like a bunny!
Like a pig - but not a guinea pig! –
I squeal in fear.
Rolled down... Bang! And I crawl away
Like a turtle.
But now I can still
Be proud of yourself!
I am some kind of very brave animal.
Probably a lioness?
Ulanova L.
On the icy mountain
The snow curls like a shroud.
Just fluff...
We are sitting in a sled
And we fly from the mountain
With all my might...
We shout - Hey, go away!
After all, we'll knock you down along the way
Suddenly we are!..
Our run is over
We fell into the snow
Wow!..
Vedenisova M.
Today my son and I are going to the hill.
Let's forget about the books, let's forget about the house!
We will ride down the mountain at full speed,
Roll in the snowdrifts and sculpt a woman!
We'll get cold, we'll get tired, and they'll call us home.
They'll pour tea for my son and give me vodka!
And let's rush up the hill again, boy!
And then caviar and a glass of vodka.
Put your hands on your mittens again, go up the hill, hurray!
Are you cold, my son? So it's time to drink!
This is how I would live my whole life on a hill -
I rode a sled and drank vodka.
Ice floes of joy on a sled,
Children rush down the mountain:
Hey! Out of the way! It's very hot!
Laughter from happiness and play.
They are not afraid of the sharp wind,
Snow flies down the collar.
Yes, frost is not a rare guest,
Santa Claus is a big joker!
He blushes his nose and cheeks,
He piled mountains of snow,
Whirling snow streams -
Like he gave everyone a fairy tale!
Geiko Galina
I stood apart from everyone
And I was afraid to slide down the hill.
Alyonka came up to me,
And she said - hey, don’t be a coward!
Follow me quickly, Egorka -
Look how I rock!
Zubanenko L.
Whose laughter do I hear?
They're riding on cardboard,
Roller coasters rush down the ice
Yura, Petya and Egorka!
Sasha and Denis in a sled
They rush quickly from top to bottom,
And Maxim is in a frying pan,
Where did you get one?
I'll surprise you guys:
He brought an inflatable mattress,
So that from the ice slide
Everyone came with me!
Maskaeva Regina
I'm racing fast on a sled
From a high hill,
I almost can't stand it
I've had enough skill.
But suddenly the sled jumps,
Jumped high
Tipped over on its side
They threw me off right away.
Snow got into my collar
It felt cold.
I tell myself - man,
You're a strong guy.
And so hold on
Don't show weakness
Don't be mad at the sleds
Life can be different.
Calm down, take it easy
Up this hill again
And slide down the fastest
You are a clever boy.
Filenko Vitaly
The morning has just come
And the light looked through the window,
The guys are waking up...
Lo and behold, it’s already snowing outside!
Somewhere they found a sled, -
There was no end to happiness -
And they ran up the hill,
Fortunately, the slide is by the porch.
Shurka with older Yurka,
These sat in front;
Vovka with younger Levka
Perched behind
And the kids are flying down the mountain...
The naughty girls are flushed,
Despite the red nose...
They didn't care about the frost!..
Smirnov F.
The snow flies and sparkles,
and there are snowdrifts in a row.
The kids are racing on the hill,
the sled is flying fast.
The sled slides from top to bottom
both on snow and ice.
And they spin in a winter fairy tale,
accelerating on the go.
Let the wind blow in your face,
they are not cold at all.
Children are having fun these days
the expressway winds its way.
They fly past the Christmas tree
friendly, noisy crowd.
It's good to ride downhill
snow-white winter!
Schoolboy Oksana
Hat, jacket and jacket,
Mittens, felt boots!
Boys - Oleg and Yurka
They're going down a small hill.
Is this a hill, how small?
The kids were surprised.
This is a whole mountain -
The kids screamed!
- Here! Get on this sleigh
And slide down the mountain yourself!
Strizhova O.
The snow sparkles. Clean and bright.
Children play on the mountain.
Sleigh rides down the hill
Sasha, Sveta and Egorka.
Senya sculpts from a snowball
Nice snowman.
The nose is like a carrot, the eyes are painted:
Snowman from a winter fairy tale.
The fortress is being built by Elisha
For the whole area to play.
Sonechka slides down the hill,
Sergei is skating.
Squeals, jokes, laughter in winter.
And I don’t want to go home.
Vecherskaya Natalya
It’s winter, it’s white all around:
There's a lot of snow,
In the morning Vanya took the sled,
He ran along the path.
And in our garden there is a mountain,
Everyone has been riding since the morning.
Vanya shouted: “Watch out!” —
Rolled down the hill.
They built a slide for us in winter,
ice crusted.
We are sitting in a sled with a friend,
We fly down without looking back.
There was a cat on the way
we had to turn off the path,
We fell on our side, bang!
It turned out that it was in a snowdrift.
They dusted themselves off and laughed
We pull the sled up together.
If there weren't an obstacle on the way,
we would have skated better than anyone else.
Batu Irina
Don't let the frost sting your cheeks!
Magpies told us
That there is a slide in the yard,
It's good there kids.
Children are climbing up
And then they fly like the wind
Sleigh down the hill and away
Hey passerby, beware!
Borina-Malkhasyan Marina
They say it's for kids
There is no more fun game
Than skating from high,
Icy, steep mountain!
But we want to argue:
It's more fun to build a slide!
Auntie Au
The sun is shining, it's frosty,
All the poplars are covered in frost.
And on the square today
A slide as if made from crystal.
Everything sparkles in the glare of light,
Ice splashes.
And the descent is polished,
Fast sleds.
Bystrova Natalya
No motor, no wheels
I'm going soon into the cold.
The road is snow and ice,
The path leads down.
Suddenly you feel hot and cold...
The heart is a hammer: knock, knock, knock.
But the steeper the slope of the mountain -
So much the better for the game.
Cheremisova K.
They say: “Cover your nose!” —
But I'm not afraid of frost.
I'll fly down the mountain like the wind!..
Sled - best doctor children.
Ryzhova Tatyana
- I'm flying to the snowdrift so that
The snowdrift did not forget me.
I'll fly to the snowdrift -
Let's both rejoice!
Al Ef
Soft,
wet,
hard snow.
Voiced,
a thin piece of ice -
laughter.
Silver -
the radiance of the day.
Sled
down
carry me.
I'm flying,
I'm flying,
I'm flying,
Come back
Don't want!
Cheeks are on fire,
runners ringing,
And around -
magical dream:
In lace
and garden
and forest,
Smoke
pillar
climbed into the sky
Baby stars
sparkling swarm
On the heels
flies
follow me.
I'm flying
I'm flying
and - stop!
Head into a snowdrift!!!
Tkach Elena
The kids have a slide
Higher than Yegorka -
Oh, wide, oh, tall.
Slippery, smooth
Rolled with snow, -
It won't melt soon
The hill is steep.
Vasyatka is moving out
From a hill to a squat
Kolya, puffed up,
Goes on skis.
Fedya and Ganka
Racing on a sled
Slam at the snowdrift!
They both want to laugh.
The snow is soft like cotton wool
It feels good to fall.
Cries bitterly
Having fallen, Borka.
What are you, friend?
Snow is like fluff
The Octobers -
Higher the mountain.
They have a mountain
Taller than Uncle Peter!
The mountain is tall.
The mountain is wide,
Ice mountain
Cool, cool,
Killed by snow
Watered with water.
How many guys?
Slides off slippery
Quickly, quickly
In sun sparkles.
Boys, girls
Race.
They rush from that mountain,
They are not afraid at all.
Wow, good!..
More... More!..
And in the Park of Culture and Recreation
A crowd of kids is coming
Having drunk the frosty air,
From the highest mountain.
The highest mountain.
The mountain is the widest.
Not a mountain, but a mountain.
Above a five-story building -
That's how huge it is!
Mustachioed uncles
Together with the guys
Light sledding
They move out deftly.
They rule with their hands.
Hey, hey, they'll crush you!
The orchestra is playing
Funny plays.
Blowing lips
In copper pipes
Tra-tra-tra,
Tra-tra-tra,
Have fun, kids.
Schwartz E.
Through sparkling snowdrifts,
Nast, tearing off the snow,
The sleds are rushing and the frost
Do not appease the dashing soul!
With a scream, a squeal, a joke,
Raising clouds of spray,
From the terrible steepness of the slope,
The sled is rolling down quickly.
And the guys have happy faces
They look at me slyly: -
Dude, do you want to go for a ride?
Haven't you skated for a long time?
And they stretch out the sleds,
And they laugh to themselves.
Here are the “brats”, here are the “toadstools”,
I laugh to myself too.
What do they care? Tea, get used to it!
And it’s not the first time they’ve skated,
We got used to the height of the hill,
They don’t care about the steep slope!
It's kind of scary to roll
I'm trying to hide it from them.
And stepping forward, bravely,
He shouted so that the laughter died down: -
Bring your sleigh!
Eh, I’ll shake the old days!
Just push yourself
I'll meet you under the mountain.
A gang came running here...
As soon as I sat on the sled,
So they pushed me down the ravine,
That I went down and flew.
And I’ll tell you honestly, brothers,
No attraction
No matter how you ride there,
Can't replace a snowy slope!
And to the shouts of approval,
Still, I flew into a snowdrift,
Laughter, such a feeling
That I have become younger again.
Along the beaten snowdrifts,
I'm with a young gang
I'm racing on a sled and it's freezing
Do not appease the dashing soul!
Naumov Igor
