Autumn fairy tales and stories for children. Short stories about autumn for children. Autumn day in a birch grove

These short stories about autumn will be interesting for children of primary school age.

autumn morning Mikhail Prishvin

Leaf after leaf falls from the linden onto the roof, which leaf flies like a parachute, which moth, which cog. Meanwhile, little by little, the day opens its eyes, and the wind from the roof lifts all the leaves and they fly to the river somewhere along with migratory birds.

Here you stand on the shore, alone, put your hand to your heart and fly somewhere with your soul, along with the birds and leaves.

And so it is sad, and so good, and you whisper softly:

- Fly, fly!

It takes so long for the day to wake up that when the sun comes out we have dinner. We rejoice at a good warm day, but we are no longer waiting for the flying cobweb of Indian summer: everyone has scattered, and the cranes are about to fly, and there the geese, rooks - and everything will end.

bee and fly Konstantin Ushinsky

Late autumn turned out to be a glorious day, which is rare in spring: the leaden clouds dissipated, the wind subsided, the sun came out and looked so kindly, as if saying goodbye to faded plants. The hairy bees, called from the hives by light and warmth, humming merrily, flew from grass to grass, not for honey (there was no place to get it), but so-so, to have fun and spread their wings.

How stupid you are with your fun! - said the fly, which immediately sat on the grass, puffed up and lowered its nose. - Don't you know that the sun is only for a minute and that, probably, today the wind, rain, cold will begin, and we will all have to disappear.

Zoom zoom zoom! Why disappear? - the cheerful bees answered the fly. - We'll have fun while the sun shines; and when bad weather comes, we will hide in our warm hive, where we have stored a lot of honey over the summer.

Autumn Konstantin Ushinsky

Already from July 9, the day begins to gradually decrease and the night increases. On September 11, the day is again equal to the night (according to the new style, the day of the autumnal equinox is September 23). This is the day of the autumnal equinox and the beginning of autumn. From this date, the night increases and by December 12 (according to the new style, the day of the winter solstice - December 22) becomes three times longer than the day. At this time, the sun barely appears in the sky and hurries to hide; at 9 o'clock in the morning it is still dark; at 3 o'clock in the afternoon it is necessary to light the candles.

Clouds almost never leave the sky, and these are no longer beautiful summer clouds, heaping up with silver mountains or running high across the sky with silvery lambs: the sky is covered with an even veil of leaden color. From the end of August, the air begins to get colder. Freshness is noticed especially in the mornings, and in September light frosts sometimes appear. Waking up in the morning, you see how white the grass or the roof of a neighboring house. A little more - and puddles, which are quite everywhere in autumn, begin to freeze at night.

Fine autumn rains are not at all like summer thunderstorms: they are incessant, and the earth no longer dries out quickly, as it used to be in summer. The wind blows tirelessly, carrying the ripened seeds of trees and grass far and wide, and giving the boy the pleasure of flying a kite high.

The leaf on the trees begins to turn yellow in some places at the end of August; in September, you notice how on a birch, still green, completely yellow, golden branches appear here and there: as if the deadly hand of autumn grabbed and crushed them in passing. The first birch blossomed, it is the first to begin to turn yellow. Every day there are more and more yellow leaves. Two or three more days - and the quivering aspen is all red, crimson, golden. But the gusty autumn wind also rips off this last decoration: twisting light, dried leaves in the air, it covers the wet ground with them.

The fields are gradually emptying, even the corn heaps have already been brought in, and only high stacks of hay, surrounded by wattle fences, remain to winter in the meadows. The flowers have disappeared, and the yellowed, overripe grass, where it was left, tends to the ground and seems to be asking for snow. Only the winter rises in an even, green velvet. But these young, belated shoots are destined to die soon. But the roots of the loaves will remain intact under the snow and in the spring they will look again at God's light with green stems.

Everything stalls, becomes empty, darkens, loses the bright colors of summer and takes on the monotonous, dirty, gray look of autumn. At this time, nature is like a tired, hard-working person who is overcome by sleep. A few more days will pass, and she, having covered herself with a fluffy white blanket, will fall asleep for the whole winter.

The departing birds, one by one, gather on a long journey. The swallows are the first to raise the alarm, and at the end of August they suddenly disappear; they feel the approach of autumn, and the early departure of these birds predicts an early winter. Then long lines of cranes, ducks and geese will stretch from north to south. With a cry, now in a long chain, now in a corner, with the front in front, the summer guests fly away from us. Forests are thinning, quiet and empty; only a heavy wet crow croaks, perching on a bare branch, and jackdaws rush about in flocks with a desperate cry.

Now the trees are all bare, only its red clusters hang on the mountain ash, waiting for frost. Empty, deaf and in the fields and in the forests. The earth, blackened, dirty, soaked with rain, looks dejectedly under a leaden sky: if only the snow would quickly cover its unpleasant nakedness. Snow also appears; but for a long time he cannot resist and, sometimes remaining for several hours, disappears again.

The work of the peasant noticeably decreases in autumn; but still he does not remain idle. At the beginning of autumn, it is necessary to plow and harrow and sow the winter fields; then it is necessary to bring grain from the fields to the barns; carts hidden under heavy sheaves creak along all the paths. Having brought the bread, it is necessary to dry it in a barn, and then thresh it. The beats of threshing flails are heard from early morning until late at night on the threshing floors in autumn. Having threshed the grain, the peasant puts it in bags and hurries to the mill. If he does not thresh and does not sit at the mill, waiting for his turn, then, probably, with an ax in his hands, he corrects something near his hut. The women soak and then shake the hemp, comb the flax, and cook for themselves strands for the long winter evenings.

But still, in autumn, compared to summer, there is much less work, and the peasant is in a hurry to have fun. There are many holidays in the autumn: peasant weddings are always held at this time of the year, when there is less work and a lot of good things. Beer is brewed everywhere, and cheerful, spreeful crowds go to visit from hut to hut, from village to village. The peasant has worked hard over the summer: he needs to rest and have fun.

Autumn is also noticeable in the cities. Without an umbrella, overcoat and galoshes, one cannot look out into the street. A fine, cold rain is drizzling from above; water drips from wet shiny roofs. The foot slides on the wet stone. Puddles and mud everywhere. Wet fences look sad. Jackdaws rush in flocks and, pushing one another, sit down on crosses. Everywhere wash windows and insert double frames. The rooms become dark and deaf. Street noise is not heard; and in the evenings the wind whistles and howls in the pipes, catching up with melancholy. But in the fall, theaters, concerts and meetings begin in the capitals and big cities. Only all this goes somehow sluggishly, until the cheerful snow turns white in the streets and the toboggan road lays down. Then everything will wake up and stir. A bright light crackles in the stove, smoke rises from the chimneys in pillars, the snow sparkles with diamond sparks, the horse runs briskly, the sleigh creaks, and the old man's face turns red: Russian winter life will roll merrily!

Autumn signs.

Autumn comes after summer. The sun rarely shines, dark clouds in the sky. It often rains coldly. Leaves yellow, red, brown fall from the trees to the ground. A golden carpet of leaves rustles underfoot. Birds fly to warmer climes. People put on jackets, raincoats, boots, because it is cool and damp outside.
1. Answer the questions:
What season comes after summer? How does the sun shine? What are the clouds in the sky? What is the precipitation in autumn? What color leaves fall to the ground? Where do leaves fall from? Where do the birds fly? How do people dress? Why?
2. Retell.

Autumn Walk.

It was autumn. Tanya and grandmother were walking in the park. It was cold outside. The sun was not visible. Dark clouds floated across the sky. No birds were heard, they flew south. Multi-colored leaves fell on the wet ground. Tanya collected yellow and red leaves, and grandmother collected brown ones. Suddenly a light rain began to drizzle. Grandmother opened the umbrella and they went home.
1. Answer the questions:
Where did Tanya and Grandma walk? How was it on the street? What clouds floated across the sky? Why can't you hear the birds? What leaves fell to the ground? What leaves did Tanya collect? And what - the grandmother? Why did Tanya and Grandma go home?
2. Retell.

For mushrooms.

Vasya lives in a village near the forest. Once Vasya was going to pick mushrooms. Beautiful autumn in the forest. A boy walks on dry yellow grass. Either a boletus will find it, then a boletus, then a family of mushrooms at a stump. Vasily is tired. Sat down on a stump to rest. A mushroom picker is sitting, chewing a pie. Suddenly, a cone fell from the branch. The boy raised his head and saw a squirrel. She stored nuts for the winter. Vasya returned home with a full basket of mushrooms and in a good mood.
1. Answer the questions:
Where does Vasya live? Where is he going? Where do mushrooms grow? What grass does Vasya walk on? What mushrooms does Vasya find? Where did Vasya sit down to rest? Where did the bump come from? Who did the boy on the branch see? What did the squirrel do? How is the story finished?
2. Retell.

Cat on a walk.

The cat lay on dry yellow grass. He lies on his left side, rolls over on his right side - he can’t get warm in any way. The autumn sun does not warm well. By evening, dark clouds appeared in the sky. It drizzled with light rain. Wind started to blow. Colorful leaves began to fall from the trees. Children in jackets, hats, and rubber boots splashed through the puddles. It was cold and damp outside. The cat hurried to a warm house to his owners.
1. Answer the questions:
Where was the cat? Why did the cat roll over? How warm is the autumn sun? When did the clouds appear? What clouds appeared in the sky? What did the rain do? What happened to the leaves? How were the children dressed? How was it on the street? Where did the cat go?
2. Retell.

Autumn clothes.

Autumn was approaching, and mother bought new clothes for her children.
Sasha's mother bought a blue jacket with gray stripes, and Dasha bought a red jacket with pink stripes. The blue jacket has a hood and the red jacket has no hood. Sasha's jacket has a zipper, and Dasha's has buttons. The blue jacket has four pockets and the red one has two.
Sasha puts on a hat with strings on her head, and Dasha takes it with a pompom.
1. Answer the questions:
What are "updates"? What color is Sasha's jacket? And Dashina? What color are the stripes on Dasha's jacket? Which jacket has a hood? What are the fasteners on Sasha's jacket? What about Dashina? How many pockets are on Sasha's jacket? What will Sasha put on her head? And Dasha?
2. Retell.

Autumn in the forest.

Zhenya with mom and dad were in the autumn forest. They saw a squirrel on a tall green Christmas tree. The squirrel deftly jumped from branch to branch and strung mushrooms on knots. The agile animal will dry the mushrooms and put them in different pantries. In winter, the squirrel will find its reserves and will gnaw.
Suddenly a hedgehog ran at Zhenya's feet. He carried many dry leaves on his needles. The hedgehog will sleep all winter in a warm mink.
Zhenya knows that the bear will also sleep in winter. In autumn, he will find a lair under the roots of a tree, line it with dry moss and fall asleep there until spring.
And the bunny doesn't have a mink. He will change his summer gray coat for a warm winter white coat and will gnaw on the branches of bushes. This is how the winter will go.
Zhenya came home and painted a picture of how the animals are preparing for winter.
1. Answer the questions:
Where was Zhenya? With whom did Zhenya go to the autumn forest? Who did Zhenya meet at the beginning of the walk? What did the squirrel do? Why does a squirrel store mushrooms? Who ran at Zhenya's feet? What did the hedgehog carry on its needles? What will the hedgehog do in winter? How does a bear prepare for winter? And how will the hare winter? What did Zhenya do when he came home?
2. Retell.

Favorite season.

Grandma, what is your favorite season? - Olya asked.
- Autumn.
- And why? - the granddaughter was upset. - In autumn it rains, the trees are left without clothes, puddles on the ground, damp, dirty, cool.
- No, Olenka, the harvest of vegetables and fruits ripens in autumn. There are a lot of mushrooms in the forest in autumn. Only in autumn we can salt mushrooms, cucumbers, tomatoes. And from ripe apples we will cook delicious fragrant jam. When winter comes, we will be happy to feast on our supplies.
Olya smiled and agreed with her grandmother.
What time of the year do you like?
1. Answer the questions:
What is the granddaughter's name? What did Olya ask? What is your grandmother's favorite season? How did the girl tell about autumn? Why did the grandmother disagree with her granddaughter?
2. Retell.

The nights are darker, the morning mists are cooler. The dew does not dry until noon, the beads in spider webs sparkle like a necklace.

Necklaces, necklaces - a gift of autumn for a housewarming!

How long ago did elegant dances of butterflies and golden midges circle the meadows, the flowers died from the chirping of grasshoppers and the bumblebee suffocated in his velvet coat with a magnificent collar! Today everything is different. Grasses are mowed, haystacks darkened from the rains. Butterflies are not visible, the violins of violinist grasshoppers have fallen silent, and the fur coat has become fit for bumblebees. No one in the late flowers, only bumblebees, and they seem to have raised their thick black collars higher ...

In the morning, the wires of the power line are humiliated by swallows. Not today, tomorrow they are on their way.

The parade is carried out by killer whales. Everyone is here? Is everyone ready? As if on command, they all take off at once, make a circle or two over the fields, meadows, again humiliate the wires.

It's time to go, it's time. Goodbye, villages on hillocks! See you in the spring, fields and meadows of the dear side!

Ukhoronki

Everyone has their own little tricks, everyone hides as best he can. There are those that you can’t wait and you don’t think! Once in the fall, a beautiful mourning woman, a golden-eyed frog and a warty toad got into the habit of hiding under my canoe. I’ll turn the boat over in the morning, and the hangers-on are in all directions: a butterfly in flight, a frog in the water, a toad in the grass. I will return from fishing, I will turn the boat over for the night - the next morning under it is the same trinity!

And then he dismantled the woodpile - so the lizards hid between the firewood. Forest mice once settled in the birdhouse - the birdhouse turned into a mouse house. The shingles in the yard were folded - bats lived in it. Every evening they flew out of the cracks and caught mosquitoes. Under the old trough, a family of shrews took root; so they darted back and forth in the evenings. The voles hid in the mound behind the house, every night the owl was on duty in the mound: would any one pop out? A spider in an eggshell settled in the mansions of white stone veins. And one dung beetle hid in a mushroom! He gnawed a passage in the leg and swarmed inside. So far, together with the mushroom, it didn’t hit the body. Although it was not called a load ...

Helpers are waiting

Trees, bushes and grasses rush to arrange their offspring.

Pairs of lionfish hang from the branches of the maple, they have already separated and are waiting to be plucked and picked up by the wind.

The grasses are also waiting for the winds: a bodyac, on the high stems of which lush tassels of grayish silky hairs are exposed from dry baskets; cattail, raising its stems with a top in a brown fur coat above the swamp grass; a hawk whose fluffy balls on a clear day are ready to scatter at the slightest breath.

And many other herbs, the fruitlets of which are equipped with short or long, simple or feathery hairs, are also waiting for the wind.

In the deserted fields, along the roadsides and ditches, they wait, but not the wind, but four-legged and two-legged ones: burdock with dry hooked baskets tightly stuffed with faceted seeds, a string of black three-horned fruits that so willingly pierce stockings, and tenacious bedstraw, small round fruitlets which they cling to and roll up in a dress so that they can be torn out only with a tuft of hairs.

Beginning of autumn

Today at dawn one lush birch stepped out of the forest into a clearing, as if in a crinoline, and another, timid, slender, dropped leaf after leaf onto the dark Christmas tree. Following this, while more and more dawn dawned, different trees began to appear to me in different ways. This always happens at the beginning of autumn, when, after a lush and common summer, a big change begins and the trees all begin to experience leaf fall in different ways.

I looked around me. Here is a tussock, combed by the paws of black grouse. Previously, it used to be that in the hole of such a hummock you would certainly find a feather of a black grouse or a capercaillie, and if it is pockmarked, then you know that the female was digging, if black - a rooster. Now, in the pits of combed tussocks, there are not feathers of birds, but fallen yellow leaves. And then here is an old, old russula, huge, like a plate, all red, and the edges are wrapped up from old age, and a yellow birch leaf floats in the dish.

Aspen is cold

On a sunny day in autumn, young multi-colored aspens gathered at the edge of the spruce forest, densely one to the other, as if it had become cold there, in the spruce forest, and they went out to bask on the edge, as in our villages people go out into the sun and sit on the rubble.

autumn dew

It was overshadowing. Flies bang on the ceiling. The sparrows are herding. Rooks - in harvested fields. Magpie families graze on the roads. Roski cold, gray. Another dewdrop in the bosom of the leaf sparkles all day.

Windy day

This fresh wind knows how to speak tenderly to the hunter, just as the hunters themselves often chat among themselves from an excess of joyful expectations. You can speak and you can be silent: conversation and silence are easy for a hunter. It happens that the hunter tells something animatedly, but suddenly something flashed in the air, the hunter looked there and then: “What was I talking about?” I didn’t remember, and - nothing: you can start something else. So the hunting wind in autumn constantly whispers about something and, without saying one thing, goes on to another; here came the muttering of a young black grouse and stopped, the cranes cry.

leaf fall

Here a hare came out of the thick fir trees under a birch and stopped when he saw a large clearing. He did not dare to go straight to the other side and went around the whole clearing from birch to birch. So he stopped and listened. Whoever is afraid of something in the forest, it is better not to go while the leaves are falling and whispering. The hare listens: everything seems to him as if someone is whispering from behind and sneaking. It is possible, of course, for a cowardly hare to gain courage and not look back, but something else happens here: you were not afraid, you did not succumb to the deception of falling leaves, but just then someone took advantage and grabbed you in the teeth from behind under the guise.

rowan blushes

Morning is light. There are no cobwebs at all on clearings. Very quiet. I hear zhelnu, jay, thrush. Mountain ash is very red, birches begin to turn yellow. White, a little more moths, butterflies occasionally fly over the mowed grass.

autumn leaves

Just before sunrise, the first frost falls on the clearing. Hide, wait at the edge - what is only being done there, in a forest clearing! In the twilight of dawn, invisible forest creatures come and then begin to spread white canvases all over the clearing. The very first rays of the sun remove the canvases, and a green place remains on the white. Little by little, everything white disappears, and only in the shade of trees and hummocks do little white wedges remain for a long time.

In the blue sky between the golden trees you won't understand what's going on. The wind blows leaves or small birds gather in flocks and rush to warm distant lands.

The wind is a caring master. During the summer, he will visit everywhere, and even in the densest places he does not have a single unfamiliar leaf. But autumn has come - and the caring owner is harvesting his crops.

Leaves, falling, whisper, saying goodbye forever. After all, it’s always like this with them: since you broke away from your native kingdom, then say goodbye, you died.

last flowers

Another frosty night. In the morning on the field I saw a group of surviving blue bells - a bumblebee was sitting on one of them. I tore off the bell, the bumblebee did not fly off, shook off the bumblebee, it fell. I put him under a hot beam, he came to life, recovered and flew. And on the neck of the cancer, in the same way, a red dragonfly froze overnight and, before my eyes, recovered under the hot beam and flew away. And grasshoppers in huge numbers began to fall from under their feet, and among them were cracklings, flying up with a crack, blue and bright red.

Forest in autumn

And how beautiful this same forest is in late autumn, when the woodcocks arrive! They do not stay in the wilderness itself: they must be sought along the edge. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; in the soft air there is an autumn smell, like the smell of wine; a thin mist hangs in the distance over the yellow fields. Through the bare, brown boughs of the trees, the still sky peacefully whitens; in some places the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. The damp earth is elastic underfoot; tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glitter on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, and a strange anxiety finds in the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, you look at the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, impressions that have long since fallen asleep suddenly wake up; the imagination flies and flies like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before your eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then irretrievably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a scroll; man owns all his past, all his feelings, forces, all his soul. And nothing around him interferes - there is no sun, no wind, no noise ...

And an autumn, clear, slightly cold, frosty day in the morning, when the birch, like a fairy-tale tree, all golden, is beautifully drawn in the pale blue sky, when the low sun no longer warms, but shines brighter than summer, a small aspen grove all sparkles through, as if it is fun and easy for her to stand naked, the frost is still whitening at the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind quietly stirs and drives the fallen warped leaves - when blue waves joyfully rush along the river, rhythmically lifting scattered geese and ducks; in the distance the mill knocks, half-covered with willows, and, motley in the bright air, doves quickly circle over it ...

Autumn day in a birch grove

I was sitting in a birch grove in autumn, about half of September. From the very morning a fine rain fell, replaced at times by warm sunshine; the weather was erratic. The sky was now all clouded over with loose white clouds, then it suddenly cleared in places for a moment, and then behind the parted clouds a azure appeared, clear and gentle ...

I sat and looked around and listened. The leaves rustled a little over my head; one could tell from their noise what season it was then. It was not the cheerful, laughing thrill of spring, not the soft whispering, not the long talk of summer, not the timid and cold babble of late autumn, but barely audible, drowsy chatter. A light wind blew a little over the tops. The inside of the grove, damp from the rain, was constantly changing, depending on whether the sun shone or was covered with clouds; at one time it lit up all over, as if all of a sudden everything was smiling in it ... then suddenly everything around it again turned slightly blue: the bright colors instantly went out ... and stealthily, slyly, the tiniest rain began to sow and whisper through the forest.

The foliage on the birch trees was still almost all green, although it had noticeably turned pale; only here and there stood one young woman, all red or all gold...

Not a single bird was heard: everyone took shelter and fell silent; only occasionally did the mocking voice of the tit tinkle like a steel bell.

Autumn

The chirping swallows flew south a long time ago, and even earlier, as if on cue, swift swifts disappeared.

In the autumn days, the children heard how, saying goodbye to their dear homeland, flying cranes were cooing in the sky. With some special feeling, they looked after them for a long time, as if the cranes were taking the summer away with them.

Quietly talking, geese flew to the warm south ...

People are getting ready for the cold winter. Rye and wheat have long been cut down. Prepared feed for livestock. They pick the last apples in the orchards. They dug up potatoes, beets, carrots and harvest them for the winter.

The animals are getting ready for winter. The nimble squirrel accumulated nuts in a hollow, dried selected mushrooms. Little mice-voles dragged grains into their burrows, prepared fragrant soft hay.

In late autumn, a hardworking hedgehog builds its winter lair. He dragged a whole heap of dry leaves under the old stump. All winter will sleep peacefully under a warm blanket.

Less and less, the autumn sun warms more and more sparingly.

Soon, soon the first frosts will begin.

Mother Earth will freeze until spring. Everyone took everything from her that she could give.

Forest in autumn

The Russian forest is beautiful and sad in the early autumn days. Against the golden background of yellowed foliage, bright spots of red-yellow maples and aspens stand out. Slowly spinning in the air, light, weightless yellow leaves fall and fall from the birches. Thin silver threads of light cobwebs stretched from tree to tree. The late fall flowers are still blooming.

Clear and clean air. Clear water in forest ditches and streams. Every pebble at the bottom is visible.

Quiet in the autumn forest. Fallen leaves rustle underfoot. Sometimes a hazel grouse will whistle thinly. And that makes the silence even louder.

It is easy to breathe in the autumn forest. And I don't want to leave it for a long time. It's good in the autumn flowery forest... But something sad, farewell is heard and seen in it.

Antonov apples

I remember the early fine autumn. August was with warm rains at the very time, in the middle of the month. I remember an early, fresh, quiet morning ... I remember a large, all golden, dried up and thinned garden, I remember maple alleys, the delicate aroma of fallen leaves and the smell of Antonov apples, the smell of honey and autumn freshness. The air is so clean, it's like it doesn't exist at all. Everywhere smells strongly of apples.

By night it becomes very cold and dewy. Breathing in the rye aroma of new straw and chaff on the threshing floor, you cheerfully walk home to dinner past the garden rampart. The voices in the village or the creaking of the gates resound through the icy dawn with unusual clarity. It's getting dark. And here's another smell: in the garden - a fire and strongly pulls the fragrant smoke of cherry branches. In the dark, in the depths of the garden - a fabulous picture: just in a corner of hell, a crimson flame is burning near the hut, surrounded by darkness ...

"A vigorous Antonovka - for a merry year." Village affairs are good if Antonovka is born: it means that bread is born too ... I remember a harvest year.

At early dawn, when the roosters are still crowing, you used to open a window into a cool garden filled with a lilac fog, through which the morning sun shines brightly in some places ... You run to wash yourself on the pond. The small foliage has almost completely flown from the coastal vines, and the branches are visible in the turquoise sky. The water under the vines became clear, icy and as if heavy. She instantly drives away the night's laziness.

You will enter the house and first of all you will hear the smell of apples, and then others.

Since the end of September, our gardens and threshing floor have been empty, the weather, as usual, has changed dramatically. The wind tore and ruffled the trees for whole days, the rains watered them from morning to night.

The liquid blue sky shone coldly and brightly in the north above heavy lead clouds, and behind these clouds the ridges of snowy mountain-clouds slowly floated out, the window in the blue sky closed, and the garden became deserted and dull, and it began to rain again ... at first quietly, cautiously, then more and more thickly, and finally turned into a downpour with a storm and darkness. It's been a long, unsettling night...

From such a beating, the garden came out completely naked, covered with wet leaves and somehow hushed, resigned. But on the other hand, how beautiful it was when the clear weather came again, the transparent and cold days of early October, the farewell holiday of autumn! The preserved foliage will now hang on the trees until the first frost. The black garden will shine through in the cold turquoise sky and dutifully wait for winter, warming itself in the sunshine. And the fields are already sharply turning black with arable land and bright green with bushy winter crops ...

You wake up and lie in bed for a long time. The whole house is silent. Ahead - a whole day of rest in the already silent winter estate. You will slowly get dressed, wander around the garden, find in the wet foliage an accidentally forgotten cold and wet apple, and for some reason it will seem unusually tasty, not at all like the others.

Fairy tales are different. There are written by famous writers, or. There are delightfully wonderful, about amazing fictional countries, and there are just for the smallest. There are about people, about animals or about magical objects. And there are - about the seasons. For example - . Or just like today's selection. Autumn tales.

Today we will have several fairy tales about autumn at once, but one thing unites them all - the Author. Irina Viktorovna Tonkonog. The one you've probably read. Really, have you read it? Well, well done! 🙂 Then sit back, let's get started!

mushroom hide and seek

« After a warm summer, autumn rains began. The ground in the forest got wet. At night, everything around was filled with rustling, light crackling - these were mushrooms.

They were in a hurry to get out of the ground, moving apart moss, grass, dry leaves and twigs. In the morning, the mushrooms that came into the world looked around with curiosity and boasted of their brand new hats. The old tree grumbled:

— Mushrooms need to be able to hide, otherwise you will quickly find yourself in a basket!

Hearing this, the boletus covered himself with a spruce paw.

The boletus brothers covered themselves with grass and thought: “Our hats are as brown as last year’s leaves: they won’t notice us!”

A bright red boletus diligently dug into the moss.

The cunning chanterelles got lost among the golden leaves that fell from the birch. “Let's pretend to be colorful saucers from which the forest dwellers drink,” the russula decided and raised the edges of the hats so that raindrops accumulated in the recess.

Only mushrooms did not hide, which stuck around a large stump on all sides: there were a lot of them, so it was fun and not at all scary.

The handsome fly agarics were not afraid of anything either. Their scarlet berets with white peas could be seen from afar.

Mushrooms were the first to enter the basket, followed by chanterelles and boletus. The girl who found him admired and praised the mushroom so much that the boletus and russula could not resist and looked out to show: they are also beautiful! And, of course, they immediately cut them off with a sharp knife and also put them in a basket.

The boletus under the spruce paw stood the longest of all, until in the early morning a squirrel rode into the clearing. He looked under the spruce and happily clattered: “What a big and tasty mushroom it will dry for the winter!”

HOW A SPARROW GOT FAREWELL TO FRIENDS

Once upon a time there was a sparrow Antoshka. He was not a city sparrow, but a field sparrow. Tosha was born this spring. His native nest was a gap under the roof of an abandoned house.

There were several other houses nearby, just as old, with broken windows and slanting doors. Mom - a sparrow said that they had a wonderful apartment: quiet, reliable and there were no cats nearby. Who are cats and why was their mother afraid, Toshka could not understand! Under the same roof lived a family of wagtails, swallows, and near the house, in the thickets of wild raspberries, robins lived.

When the chicks grew up and began to fly out of their nests, it turned out funny company young flyers. Together they practiced flying, learned to find tasty insects and worms.

Especially friendly was the company of the sparrow Tosha, the wagtail Zoya, the swallow Vili, the robin Twin.

Vili woke up first. He circled over the house, singing cheerfully:

- Vilitsvili, vili - tsvili, the sun rises, calls everyone for a walk!

They woke up in a robin's nest, and hurriedly flew around the old garden in search of caterpillars, bugs and spiders.

A family of sparrows followed. They fed on the ground with everything they could: insects, ripe grass seeds, showered berries.

Nearby, on thin legs, shaking their tails, ran the wagtails. They caught small midges, mosquitoes, which hid from the hot sun in the grass and under the leaves. Vili always had breakfast on the fly. Right in the air, he quickly picked up butterflies, flies and other flying insects with his beak.

Toshka and Zoya tried many times to become the same agile catchers, but nothing worked out for them. But Willie couldn't peck at the tasty fat caterpillars from the ground. His thin, weak legs would not let him push off and take off again. And friends rose high above the house with a delicacy, let go of the caterpillar and watched how the swallow rushed after her and she disappeared in her beak.

One morning Vili woke up his friends with a completely different song:

Vili-tsvili, vili-tsvili, we all flew south! Farewell, farewell!

Twin, Zoya and Toshka climbed over the roof of the house and watched for a long time how a flock of swallows disappeared high in the sky.

“In a few days, we too are heading south!” Twine chirped. - Mom told me to eat as much as possible, and it is better to train the wings. The path will be long, long, but there I will see mountains, the sea and amazing flowers.

“I also need to prepare for the journey,” said the little wagtail. We are leaving our old garden after the robins.

"I'm with you, I'm with you!" Antosha shouted. He hurried to his mother:

“Mom, all my friends are going south!” And when are we leaving? Maybe we will fly with wagtails or robins?

Mom sighed, hugged her son with her wing:

— No, baby, we always stay close to our nest.

“But why do swallows, robins and wagtails fly away?”

Autumn is coming, soon your friends will have nothing to eat. After all, they eat only insects, and they hide and disappear in the cold. And we will peck seeds, dry berries, of which there will be a lot around ...

But I really want to see the sea, the mountains ...

"Don't be sad, son! You will see white fluffy flies, which are called snowflakes, large snowdrifts, shiny icicles. And then, think how nice it will be for your friends to know that at home, under this roof, someone is looking forward to them. In the spring you will definitely meet, and how many different stories you can tell each other!

The days were getting colder and cloudier. Here the robins flew away, and a few days later the long-tailed wagtails. Sparrow Tosha accompanied them to the edge of the forest, sat on the top of a birch, waved his wing for a long time:

- Bon Voyage! Come back! I'll be waiting!

Tale of a small and big birch

At the edge of the field, by the road, grew two birch trees. One is tall, curly, with a thick wrinkled trunk, and the other is small, thin, with fragile branches. All summer they rustled green leaves from morning to evening - they talked.

“Oh, what wonderful green lace dresses we have!” rejoiced the little birch. “That’s why, auntie, birds like to rest on our branches so much. In their songs they tell everyone how beautiful we are!

But now autumn has come. Instead of warm rains poured cold downpours. A little birch in a wet dress was chilling, crying and regretting the past summer.

“Don’t be upset,” her older friend reassured her. - Very soon, autumn will give us golden outfits.

Indeed, one morning, a small birch tree woke up and saw its reflection in a puddle. All leaves turned yellow. They gleamed in the sun, as if they were woven from golden threads.

- How beautiful! - the birch rejoiced. “I will always wear this dress from now on!”

But soon the leaves began to fall. There were fewer and fewer of them on the branches.

Are we going to be naked? - the little birch asked with fear, trying to keep the last leaves on the branches.

- But winter will give us fluffy and warm capes, under which we will sleep so sweetly! And in the spring ... - the old birch did not finish. She yawned and was asleep in a moment.

"What will happen in the spring?" thought the younger tree, falling asleep. And the first snow was already falling from the sky on their shoulders.

Fairy tale. “Why doesn’t the bunny have a house?”

A hare and a squirrel lived in the same forest. They loved to run around the clearings together, bask in the sun, jump over stumps, wallow on the green grass. But now it's raining and it's getting colder. No more little squirrels come to play with the long-eared one. Waiting - waiting for his bunny, but there is still no friend. Once he saw the red tail of a squirrel flickering high among the branches.

"Hey, why aren't you playing with me?" shouted the scythe.

- I'm busy, I was looking for a house for myself, and now I'm stocking mushrooms and nuts. In winter, it will be hungry. And what are you doing?

The hare was confused, then he thought and decided to look for a house for himself too. I remembered that more often old pine fell, under it a cozy hole turned out.

“Here,” he thinks, “where I will make myself a home!” He galloped to a fallen tree, and there the bear arranged a lair for himself, raking leaves and branches into the pit.

He jumps obliquely through the forest - he sees a badger digs a hole. Our bunny also tried to dig the earth. Only the front paws of the hare are short, weak - nothing happened to him, only he got dirty all over in the ground.

Then he ran to ask the old hare, Ragged Ear, how to find a house for himself, what to stock up for the winter.

“We hares don’t need a house,” he said, smoothing his mustache.

We have a house under any tree, bush, in each hole. So we, the hares, the fox and the wolf are harder to find. Today here, tomorrow there.

What to store for the winter? The little squirrel said that he would be hungry.

- Yes, it is! Ragged Ear agreed. - Only if there is no house, so where to put the supplies? It is squirrels that have a hollow, mice have minks. They put grain in there. Forest bees hoard flower honey in hollows. Nuts are hidden under the moss. And we hares in winter will dig out a patch of dry grass from under the snow, gnaw branches of aspens and birch trees - that’s what we’re full of! So rejoice that there is still green grass and juicy leaves. Better learn to confuse your tracks well so that no one finds you. And there you look, you will not be lost!

Tale of autumn rain

Autumn has come, bringing with it clouds and rain. From a large cloud comes a heavy, older rain. And from a small cloud - rain-baby.

He hurriedly runs along the paths, drums loudly on the roofs, jumps from leaf to leaf, jumps from puddle to puddle - he has fun! And everyone seems to want to play with him.

A cloud flew over the forest, a little rain looked down, saw the hares jumping in the clearing. "And I'm with them!" thought the rain. He ran after them on his thin long legs.

But the hares were not happy about the rain, they hid under the shaggy spruce paws.

The rain alone is bored, and it stopped. He sits in his cloud, and the cloud is already flying over the lake.

Ducks swim and dive on the lake. They dive, and around them the waves diverge in circles. "And I can do it!" Rain thinks. He began to let droplets into the water. A droplet hits the water, a circle draws: many droplets, many circles on the water.

A little rain thought that it would please the ducks, and they quacked with displeasure: “We don’t want rain, let the sun shine!”

The rain has gone to the meadow. “Maybe,” he thinks, “I’ll find someone to play with there?” But the flowers bow their heads from the rain, the petals are squeezed into fists. Butterflies and grasshoppers hide under wide leaves, ants in the house rush to take cover. The rain was completely sad, quietly wandered, not knowing where. And suddenly I heard: “Hello rain! Lei more cheerfully, we need to grow faster!” Who is calling him? What are these voices?

We are here, here! Near the birch, near the aspen, under the leaves, under the bushes! Find us, we play hide and seek with everyone!

The rain looked closely and sees: here and there multi-colored mushroom caps appear: red, brown, yellow, pink, shining from the rain. They all stretched upward, and were very happy when the rain touched them with its cool fingers. He had never had so much fun!

Well, how do you like fairy tales? Did you like it? That's it! 🙂

Well, we, too, will go, probably, to prepare for the arrival of autumn. It's time to check the availability of warm clothes, and start looking in stores for what we have already grown out of over the past year. And at the same time, wholesale socks are cheap to buy.

In general, "goodbye, summer!" 🙂

It is believed that autumn is a dreary season, but just look at this magical transformation of nature, bright colors and freshness. This is an unusual and wonderful time of the year! Children know how to enjoy this period no less than the rest. Even with the fact that you have to go to school again or kindergarten. When August ends, and the breath of autumn is already felt more and more, it's time to tell your children about autumn, about this delightful time of the year in more detail.

About other seasons and months of the annual cycle in.

Metamorphoses of nature in autumn

Observations of nature in autumn bring vivid impressions. The hot summer is replaced by a cool and rainy autumn. She is felt in everything. Nature made sure that everyone could see and feel the changes taking place around.

How the weather changes in autumn

Gradually, the air temperature begins to fall, the days become shorter, and the nights are longer and colder. The sun no longer shines so brightly and does not rise high into the sky, as it does. Often the sky is covered with black clouds and heavy rains fall. In the morning you can see a white haze - this is fog.

The leaf fall begins, the wind rips off the leaves from the trees, which cover the ground with a bright carpet. A short "Indian summer" is a few sunny and warmest days that seem to remind us of summer.

Frosts are possible at night by mid-autumn. At the end of autumn, you can see the first crust of ice on the puddles, the first snowflakes. A cold wind is blowing, and it will begin to snow.

How animals, birds and insects live in autumn

Of course, animals, birds and insects feel the approaching cold, so they begin to prepare for winter. Someone makes supplies for the winter, someone builds or insulates their home. Mice, hamsters, rats, moles store potatoes, nuts, beans, seeds and grains in their minks. Squirrels hide mushrooms, nuts and cones in secluded places. Snakes, frogs, toads, snails, lizards hid in secluded places.

Many animals in the forest change their beautiful coats for winter, lighter, fluffy and warm, so that they would be warm in the snow and no one could notice.

And some animals are active all year round, they are quite capable of finding food even in winter. For example, it is an elk, a fox, a wolf and a hare. Migratory birds fly south.

Some insects, such as ladybugs and dragonflies, also travel to warmer climes. Bugs, midges and butterflies hide in the bark of trees, cracks and all kinds of cracks, ants fill up all their entrances to the anthill and begin to prepare for hibernation.

How plants grow

Plants, like animal world preparing for winter. In early autumn, everything around becomes golden, the leaves shimmer with bright colors, the leaf fall begins - the wind rips the leaves from the trees and now on the ground you can see a carpet of bright autumn leaves.

The birch is the first to shed its leaves, then the leaves of maple, linden, mountain ash, bird cherry, oak and other trees turn yellow. The leaves are painted in different colors, because the sun shines less and less, the leaves do not have enough of it, it becomes cool. Only coniferous trees remain green, which have thin needles instead of leaves - pine, spruce, fir.

The grass turned yellow and withered, and although chamomile, violet, clover still bloom in some places, but in the middle of autumn they will wither until next summer.

One of my favorite fairy tales "" speaks eloquently about autumn metamorphoses in the plant world.

Features of human activity in autumn

Harvesting in gardens, orchards and fields is still going on in early autumn. They collect beets, carrots, cabbage, potatoes, pumpkins. And with the help of special machines called a combine, bread is harvested.

After harvesting, it's time to care for the soil with fertilizers to help the soil recover for the next crop. After fertilization, the soil must be plowed again so that it freezes in winter and prevents pests and weed seeds from growing.

Winter crops are also sown, for example, parsley, dill, carrots, wheat and golden rye. Garden trees and shrubs must be carefully watered so that moisture helps them to endure frost. In the city at this time, you can plant young trees and shrubs, process trunks for the winter from insects and hares.

With the advent of autumn, the kids go back to school or kindergartens, a new school year begins, and parents return to their usual working rhythm of life. In autumn, everyone must warm up, put on warm clothes so as not to catch a cold and not get sick.

A little about sports in autumn

Autumn is a good time for sports. The carefree vacation time is already over, which means you can work and train properly.

In autumn, our body especially needs physical activity. When the sun hides, we become sad, with the advent of cold weather we feel tired and longing, and sports are an excellent cure for autumn blues and boredom. Moreover, it is not so hot anymore and there are a lot of options for sports.

We still have access to running in the parks, rollerblading, cycling, outdoor exercise. It will not be superfluous to sign up for a pool - it strengthens the whole body and improves mood, especially since children simply adore water procedures. Of the unusual activities, we recommend equestrian sports. Firstly, for children it is one of the best therapies, positive emotions, outdoor walks and magnificent autumn nature. This, like swimming, strengthens all muscle groups, raises the baby's immunity and improves metabolism. Children from horses are usually also completely delighted!

Autumn in fairy tales

Autumn itself is like a fairy tale. The trees are magically painted in different colors, the forest is illuminated by golden and crimson hues. How could one do without good and instructive reading at such a time of the year?

Autumn fairy tales help kids learn better about what happens in autumn, how nature, flora and fauna are changing, how everyone around is preparing for the upcoming winter. We advise you to read the following fairy tales with your child:

• Tale of N. M. about how the animals in the forest prepared for winter.
• The tale of K. D. Ushinsky "Bee and Flies" about how bees enjoyed one of the sunny autumn days.
• The tale is also about how animals and birds meet autumn and prepare for the winter cold.
• A fairy tale about how the forest dwellers fairly divided the autumn harvest.

Speaking about Suteev's fairy tales, it's hard not to remember your favorite cartoons based on his fairy tales:

• Tale of K. V. Lukashevich "Autumn".
• Fairy tale by I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov “Before winter”.
• Fairy tales by Tatyana Domarenok "Autumn", "Tired Rain" and "Golden Autumn in the School Yard".

Songs and poems about autumn

Poets have created an incredible number of beautiful poems dedicated to the bright and beautiful autumn. Poems for children by different authors are collected in the article "".

A beautiful melody, coupled with a rich text about autumn for children, awaits you in the article "".

Tales of autumn

Books of wonderful writers give eloquent answers about what to tell children about autumn. From the magnificent stories about autumn for children, we recommend reading, wrapped in a blanket, with tea or hot milk, on one of the rainy autumn days, the following stories:

1. E. Yu. Shim "Fives". A small story about the beginning of the school year and a wish to study for one five.
2. . The story of how autumn sneaks up unnoticed and comes into its full rights.
3. . This story tells about how the forest changes with the onset of autumn.
4. V. V. Zankov “Why do tree leaves change color and fall off in autumn?”.

Autumn in painting

Of course, autumn is the most colorful and vibrant period of the year. Autumn inspired not only many writers and poets for their masterpieces with a lyrical touch of autumn, but also artists who could endlessly admire the landscapes and transfer their incredible emotions to paper.

We can see autumn in the paintings of many foreign and Russian outstanding artists, while the subjects surprise with their diversity. Somewhere we will see a gray rainy autumn day, and somewhere a sunny day in the middle of Indian summer. Nature in the pictures appears before us in all its glory, let's enjoy all its colors.

I. Levitan has autumn landscapes, this is “Golden Autumn”

"Autumn Day Sokolniki"

"Autumn. Road in the village

"Oak Grove. Autumn"

Be sure to show the baby a picture of I. E. Repin "Autumn Bouquet"

and V. Polenov "Golden Autumn"

Also, the most famous works of art include paintings by A. M. Gerasimov "Gifts of Autumn"

S. Yu. Zhukovsky “Autumn. Veranda"

V. V. Meshkova "Golden Autumn in Karelia"

I. S. Ostroukhova "Golden Autumn"

I. Brodsky "Fallen Leaves"

and "Summer Garden in Autumn"

and V. E. Borisov-Musatov "Autumn Song"

At the end of the theory, watch with the children a cartoon about the brightest and most beautiful time of the year:

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A fairy tale about how to protect yourself from viruses "" and "".

With love,

Lyudmila Potsepun.

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