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Little travelers
Forget-me-not lived on the banks of the river and had children - small seeds-nuts. When the seeds were ripe, the forget-me-not told them:
Dear kids! This is how you become an adult. It's time for you to get on your way. Go in search of happiness. Be brave and resourceful, look for new places and settle there.
The seed pod opened and the seeds spilled onto the ground. At this time he blew strong wind, he picked up one seed, carried it with him, and then dropped it into the river water. The water picked up the forget-me-not seed, and it, like a small light boat, floated down the river. Cheerful river trickles carried him further and further, finally, the current washed the seed to the shore. The river wave carried the forget-me-not seed onto the damp soft earth.
The seed looked around and, to be honest, was a little upset: “The earth, of course, is good - wet, black earth. There's just too much garbage around."
In the spring, in the place where the seed fell, an elegant forget-me-not blossomed. Bumblebees from afar noticed her bright yellow heart, surrounded by blue petals, and flew to her for sweet nectar.
Once, girlfriends came to the river bank - Tanya and Vera. They saw a pretty blue flower. Tanya wanted to break it, but Vera kept her friend:
No need, let it grow! Let's better help him, remove the garbage and make a small flower bed around the flower. We will come here and admire the forget-me-not! - Let's! Tanya was delighted.
The girls collected cans, bottles, pieces of cardboard and other rubbish, put it in a hole away from the forget-me-not and covered it with grass and leaves. And the flower bed around the flower was decorated with river pebbles.
How beautiful! They admired their work.
Girls began to come to forget-me-not every day. So that no one would break their favorite flower, they made a small hedge of dry twigs around the flower bed.
Several years passed, forget-me-nots flourished and with their tenacious roots held the soil on the river bank together. The soil stopped crumbling, and even noisy summer showers could no longer wash away the steep bank.
Well, what happened to the other forget-me-not seeds?
They lay by the water for a long time and waited in the wings. Once a hunter with a dog appeared by the river. The dog ran, breathing heavily and sticking out his tongue, he was very thirsty! She went down to the river and began to noisily lap the water. One seed remembered her mother's words about the importance of being resourceful, jumped high and clung to the thick reddish dog hair.
The dog got drunk and hurried after the owner, and the seed rode on it. The dog ran for a long time through the bushes and swamps, and when he returned home with his owner, before entering the house, he shook himself well, and the seed fell on the flower bed near the porch. It started up roots here, and in the spring, forget-me-not bloomed in the garden.
The hostess began to take care of the flower - water it and fertilize the ground, and a year later a whole family of blue tender forget-me-nots grew up near the porch. They generously treated bees and bumblebees with sweet juice, and insects pollinated forget-me-nots and at the same time fruit trees - apple trees, cherries and plums.
This year we will have a rich harvest! the hostess rejoiced. – Bees, butterflies and bumblebees love my garden!
And now it's time to talk about the third forget-me-not seed.
Uncle ant noticed him and decided to take him to a forest anthill. Do you think that ants will eat a whole forget-me-not seed? Don't worry! At the seed of forget-me-not, a delicacy is in store for ants - sweet pulp. Ants will taste only it, and the seed will remain intact.
This is how the forget-me-not seed turned out in the forest near the anthill. In the spring it sprouted and soon, next to the ant tower, a beautiful blue forget-me-not bloomed.
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Katya and the ladybug
This story happened to the girl Katya.
On a summer afternoon, Katya, taking off her shoes, ran through a flowering meadow.
The grass in the meadow was tall, fresh, and pleasantly tickled the girl's bare feet. And the meadow flowers smelled of mint and honey. Katya wanted to lie on the soft grasses and admire the clouds floating in the sky. Having accepted the stems, she lay down on the grass and immediately felt that someone was crawling on her palm. It was a small ladybug with a red lacquered back decorated with five black dots.
Katya began to examine the red bug and suddenly heard a quiet, pleasant voice that said:
Girl, please don't mow the grass! If you want to run, frolic, then run better along the paths.
Oh who is it? Katya asked in surprise. - Who is talking to me?
It's me, ladybug! answered the same voice.
Do ladybugs talk? The girl was even more surprised.
Yes, I can speak. But I speak only with children, and adults do not hear me! Ladybug replied.
Clear! – stretched Katya. - But tell me why you can’t run on the grass, because there is so much of it! the girl asked, looking around the wide meadow.
When you run on the grass, its stalks break, the earth becomes too hard, does not allow air and water to reach the roots, and the plants die. In addition, the meadow is the home of many insects. You are big and we are small. When you ran across the meadow, the insects were very worried, an alarm was heard everywhere: “Attention, danger! Save yourself who can!” Ladybug explained.
Excuse me, please, - said the girl, - I understood everything, and I will only run along the paths.
And then Katya noticed beautiful butterfly. She fluttered cheerfully over the flowers, and then sat down on a blade of grass, folded her wings and ... disappeared.
Where did the butterfly go? – the girl was surprised.
Not! Not! Katya screamed and added: - I want to be a friend.
Well, that's right, - the ladybug noticed, - butterflies have a transparent proboscis, and through it, as if through a straw, they drink flower nectar. And, flying from flower to flower, butterflies carry pollen and pollinate plants. Believe me, Katya, flowers really need butterflies, bees and bumblebees - after all, these are pollinating insects.
Here is the bumblebee! - said the girl, noticing a large striped bumblebee on a pink clover head. You can't touch him! He can bite!
Of course! Ladybug agreed. - The bumblebee and bees have a sharp poisonous sting.
And here is another bumblebee, only smaller, ”the girl exclaimed.
No, Katyusha. This is not a bumblebee, but a wasp fly. It is colored in the same way as wasps and bumblebees, but it does not bite at all, and it does not have a sting. But the birds take her for an evil wasp and fly past.
Wow! What a cunning fly! Katya was surprised.
Yes, all insects are very cunning, - the ladybug said proudly.
At this time, grasshoppers chirped merrily and loudly in the tall grass.
Who is this chirping? Katya asked.
These are grasshoppers, - the ladybug explained.
I would like to see a grasshopper!
As if hearing the girl’s words, the grasshopper jumped high in the air, and its emerald back sparkled brightly. Katya extended her hand, and the grasshopper immediately fell into the thick grass. It was impossible to see him in the green thickets.
And the grasshopper is also a cunning one! You will not find him in the green grass, like a black cat in a dark room, - the girl laughed.
Do you see the dragonfly? the ladybug asked Katya. – What can you say about her?
Very beautiful dragonfly! the girl replied.
Not only beautiful, but also useful! After all, dragonflies catch mosquitoes and flies right on the fly.
Katya had a long conversation with the ladybug. She was carried away by the conversation and did not notice how evening had come.
Katya, where are you? The girl heard her mother's voice.
She carefully planted the ladybug on the chamomile, politely said goodbye to her:
Thank you, dear ladybug! I learned a lot of new and interesting things.
Come to the meadow more often, and I will tell you something else about its inhabitants, - the ladybug promised her.
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The Adventures of Poplar Fluff
Summer came and white fluff flew from the poplars. And around like a snow blizzard, fluffs are spinning like snowflakes. Some fluffs fall near the poplar, others more boldly sit on the branches of other trees, fly into the open windows.
High on a branch sat a small white Poplar Fluff. And she was very afraid to leave her house. But suddenly a strong wind blew and tore Fluffy from the twig, and carried it far from the poplar. Fluffy flies, flies and saw many trees below, and a green lawn. She sank onto the lawn, and a birch grows nearby. She saw Pushinka and said:
Who is this little one?
It's me, Poplar Fluff. The wind brought me here.
How small you are, less than one of my leaves, - said Birch and began to laugh at Fluffy. Fluffy looked at Berezka and said proudly:
Although I am small, I will grow into a large, slender poplar.
Birch laughed at these words, and poplar Fluffy put a green sprout into the ground and began to grow rapidly, and one day she heard a voice nearby:
Oh guys, look what is this?
It's a little Poplar, another voice answered. Fluffy opened her eyes and saw children crowded around her.
Let's take care of him, - suggested one of the guys.
Poplar Down grew quickly, adding that not a year per meter, or even more. Now she has already overtaken Berezka and has risen above all the trees. And turned into Silver Poplar. The poplar warmed its silver crown in the sun and looked down on Beryozka and the children playing on the lawn.
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Tale of the Rainbow
Rainbow lived in the world, bright and beautiful. If clouds covered the sky and rain fell on the ground, Rainbow hid and waited for the clouds to part and a piece of the sun to come out. Then the Rainbow jumped out into the pure expanse of heaven and hung in an arc, sparkling with its flowers-rays. And the Rainbow had seven of these rays: red, orange, yellow, green, blue, indigo and violet. People saw the Rainbow in the sky and rejoiced at it. And the children sang songs:
Rainbow-rainbow, rainbow-arc!
Bring us, Rainbow, bread and milk!
Hurry us, Rainbow, open the sun;
Rain and bad weather mustache.
Rainbow loved these children's songs very much. Hearing them, she immediately responded. Colored rays not only adorned the sky, but also reflected in the water, multiplied in large puddles and raindrops, on wet window panes... Everyone was happy about the Rainbow...
Except for one evil wizard of the Black Mountains. He hated Rainbow for her cheerful disposition. He got angry and even closed his eyes when she appeared in the sky after the rain. The evil wizard of the Black Mountains decided to destroy the Rainbow and went for help to the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon.
“Tell me, ancient one, how to get rid of the hated Rainbow?” I'm really tired of her shining rays.
“Steal from her,” the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon croaked, “just one ray of some kind, and the Rainbow will die, because she is alive only when her seven ray flowers are together, in one family.
The evil wizard of the Black Mountains rejoiced.
- Is it really that simple? At least now I will tear out any ray from its arc.
“Don’t be in a hurry,” the Fairy grumbled in a dull voice, “it’s not so easy to pull out the color.
It is necessary in the early morning dawn, when the Rainbow is still sleeping in a serene sleep, to quietly sneak up on her and, like a feather from the Firebird, tear out her ray. And then wind it around your hand and rush away from these places. Better to the North, where the summer is short and there are few thunderstorms. With these words, the ancient Fairy of the Dungeon approached the rock and, having struck it with her stick, suddenly disappeared. And the evil wizard of the Black Mountains crept quietly and imperceptibly to the bushes, where the beautiful Rainbow was sleeping among the flowers in the morning dawn. She had colorful dreams. She could not imagine what trouble hung over her. The Evil Wizard of the Black Mountains crawled up to Rainbow Dash and extended his clawed paw. Rainbow did not even have time to scream, as he pulled out a Blue ray from her train and, tightly wrapping it around his fist, rushed to run.
“Oh, I seem to be dying ...” Rainbow just managed to say and immediately scattered across the grass with sparkling tears.
“And the Evil Wizard of the Black Mountains was rushing north. A large black crow carried him into the distance, and he firmly held the Blue Ray in his hand. The evil wizard smiled fiercely as he urged on the crow, and was in such a hurry that he did not even notice how the iridescent patterns of the Northern Lights flashed ahead.
And the Blue Ray, seeing among the many colors of the Northern Lights and the blue color, shouted with all his might:
- My brother, Blue color, save me, return me to my Rainbow!
The blue color heard these words and immediately came to the aid of his brother. He approached the evil wizard, snatched a ray from his hands and passed it to the swift silvery clouds. And just in time, because the Rainbow, crumbling into small sparkling teardrops, began to dry up.
- Farewell, - she whispered to her friends, - farewell and tell the children that I will no longer appear to their calls and songs.
A miracle happened: the Rainbow came to life.
— Look! - the children exclaimed joyfully, seeing the dancing Rainbow in the sky. This is our Rainbow! And we've been waiting for her.
— Look! the adults said. - The rainbow is up! But it didn't seem to rain? What is it for? For the harvest? For joy? To good...
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earthworm
Once upon a time there was a brother and sister - Volodya and Natasha. Volodya, although younger than his sister, is bolder. And Natasha is such a coward! She was afraid of everything: mice, frogs, worms and a cross-spider that weaved its web in the attic.
In summer, the children were playing hide-and-seek near the house, when suddenly the sky darkened, frowned, lightning flashed, first large heavy drops fell on the ground, and then poured rain.
The children hid from the rain on the veranda and began to watch how foamy streams ran along the paths, large air bubbles jumped through the puddles, and the wet leaves became even brighter and greener.
Soon the downpour subsided, the sky brightened, the sun came out, and hundreds of small rainbows played in the raindrops.
The children put on rubber boots and went for a walk. They ran through the puddles, and when they touched the wet branches of trees, they brought down a whole waterfall of sparkling jets on each other.
The garden smelled strongly of dill. Earthworms crawled out onto the soft, moist black earth. After all, the rain flooded their underground houses, and the worms became damp and uncomfortable in them.
Volodya picked up the worm, put it on his palm and began to examine it, and then he wanted to show the worm to his little sister. But she recoiled in fear and screamed:
Volodya! Drop this crap right now! How can you take worms in your hands, they are so nasty - slippery, cold, wet.
The girl burst into tears and ran home.
Volodya did not want to offend or frighten his sister at all, he threw the worm to the ground and ran after Natasha.
An earthworm named Vermi felt hurt and offended.
"What stupid kids! Vermi thought. “They don’t even realize how much good we bring to their garden.”
Grumbling with displeasure, Vermi crawled to the vegetable patch, where earthworms from all over the garden gathered to chat under large fleecy leaves.
What are you so excited about, Vermi? his friends asked solicitously.
You can't even imagine how the children offended me! You work, you try, you loosen the earth - and no gratitude!
Vermi talked about how Natasha called him nasty and nasty.
What ingratitude! - the earthworms were outraged. - After all, we not only loosen and fertilize the earth, but through the underground passages dug by us, water and air enter the roots of plants. Without us, plants will grow worse, and may even dry out completely.
And do you know what the young and determined worm suggested?
Let's all crawl away to the neighboring garden together. A real gardener lives there, Uncle Pasha, he knows the price for us and will not give us offense!
The worms dug underground tunnels and through them got into the neighboring garden.
At first, people did not notice the absence of worms, but the flowers in the flower bed and the vegetables in the beds immediately felt trouble. Their roots began to suffocate without air, and the stems began to wither without water.
I don't understand what happened to my garden? sighed Paul's grandmother. The earth has become too hard, all the plants are drying up.
At the end of the summer, dad began to dig up the garden and was surprised to notice that there was not a single earthworm in the clods of black soil.
Where did our underground helpers go? he thought sadly, maybe earthworms crawled to the neighbors?
Dad, why did you call worms helpers, are they useful? Natasha was surprised.
Of course useful! Through the passages dug by earthworms, air and water enter the roots of flowers and herbs. They make the soil soft and fertile!
Papa went to consult with the gardener Uncle Pasha and brought from him a huge lump of black earth in which earthworms lived. Vermi and his friends returned to Grandma Paulie's garden and began to help her grow plants. Natasha and Volodya began to treat earthworms with care and respect, and Vermi and his comrades forgot past grievances.
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It was a long time ago, no one remembers what wind brought this spruce seed to a forest clearing. It lay, lay, swollen, put out a root, and a sprout upwards. Many years have passed since then. Where the seed fell, a slender, beautiful Christmas tree grew. And as good as she was, she was also sweet and polite to everyone. Everyone loved Elochka and took care of her. The Gentle Wind blew off dust particles and combed her hair. Light Rain washed. The birds sang songs to her, and the forest doctor Woodpecker treated her.
But one day everything changed. A forester passed by the Christmas tree, stopped and admired her:
Oh how good! This is the most beautiful Christmas tree in my entire forest!
And then Elochka became proud, put on airs. She no longer thanked the Wind, or the Rain, or the Birds, or the Woodpecker, or anyone. She looked down on everyone, mockingly.
How small, ugly and rude you are all around me. And I'm beautiful!
The wind gently shook the branches, wanted to comb the Christmas tree, and she would get angry:
Don't you dare blow, ruffle my hair! I don't like being blown on!
I just wanted to blow off the dust so that you would be even more beautiful,” Gentle Wind replied.
Fly away from me! - muttered the proud Christmas tree.
The wind was offended and flew away to other trees. The rain wanted to sprinkle on the Christmas tree, and she made a noise:
Don't you dare drip! I don't like being dripped on me! You will wet my dress.
I will wash your needles, and they will be even greener and more beautiful, - Rain answered.
Don't touch me, the Christmas tree grumbled.
The rain got offended and calmed down. The woodpecker saw carobs on Yolochka, sat on the trunk and let's gouge the bark, get the worms.
Don't you dare peck! I don't like being beaten, - Yolochka shouted. - You will ruin my slender trunk.
I want you to be free of malicious boogers! - answered the helpful Woodpecker.
The Woodpecker was offended and fluttered to other trees. And now Yolochka was left alone, proud and pleased with herself. All day long she admired herself. But without care, she began to lose her attractiveness. And then the caroyeds crawled in. Voracious, they climbed under the bark, sharpened the trunk. Everywhere there was a wormhole. The Christmas tree faded, rotted, decayed. She was alarmed, poor, rustled
Hey Woodpecker, forest orderly, save me from worms! But the Woodpecker did not hear her weak voice, did not fly
Rain, Rain, wash me! And I didn't hear the rain.
Hey Wind! Blow on me!
The passing wind blew a little. And a misfortune happened: the Christmas tree swayed and broke. It cracked, cracked and crashed to the ground. And so this story about the arrogant Christmas tree ended.
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Spring
For a long time, a cheerful and generous spring lived at the bottom of the ravine. He watered the roots of herbs, bushes and trees with pure icy water. A large silver willow spread a shady tent over the spring.
In the spring, bird cherry blossomed white on the slopes of the ravine. Nightingales, warblers and finches made their nests among her fragrant lacy brushes.
In summer, herbs covered the ravine with a motley carpet. Butterflies, bumblebees, bees circled over the flowers.
On fine days, Artyom and his grandfather went to the spring for water. The boy helped his grandfather down the narrow path to the spring and draw water. While grandfather was resting under an old willow, Artyom played near the stream that flowed over the pebbles at the bottom of the ravine.
One day Artyom went alone to fetch water and met at the spring with the guys from the neighboring house - Andrey and Petya. They chased each other and knocked down flower heads with flexible rods. Artyom also broke the wicker and joined the boys.
When the children got tired of the noisy running around, they began to throw branches and stones into the spring. Artyom didn’t like the new fun, he didn’t want to offend the kind, cheerful spring, but Andryusha and Petya were older than Artyom by a whole year, and he had long dreamed of making friends with them.
At first, the spring easily coped with the pebbles and fragments of branches with which the boys threw it. But the more garbage became, the more difficult it was for the poor spring: it either froze completely, covered with large stones, or it barely oozed, trying to break through the cracks between them.
When Andrey and Petya went home, Artyom sat down on the grass and suddenly noticed that people were flocking to him from all sides. large dragonflies with transparent shiny wings and bright butterflies.
What is it with them? the boy thought. – What do they want?
Butterflies and dragonflies circled around Artyom in a round dance. There were more and more insects, they fluttered faster and faster, almost touching the boy's face with their wings.
Artyom felt dizzy and closed his eyes tightly. And when, after a few moments, he opened them, he realized that he was in an unfamiliar place.
The sands spread all around, there was not a bush or a tree anywhere, and from the pale blue sky, sultry air poured onto the earth. Artyom felt hot and very thirsty. He wandered along the sand in search of water and ended up near a deep ravine.
The ravine seemed familiar to the boy, but a cheerful spring did not murmur at its bottom. Bird cherry and willow dried up, the slope of the ravine, like deep wrinkles, was cut by landslides, because the roots of grasses and trees no longer held the soil together. Was not heard bird voices, dragonflies, bumblebees, butterflies are not visible.
Where did the spring go? What happened to the ravine? thought Artyom.
Suddenly, through a dream, the boy heard the alarmed voice of his grandfather:
Artyomka! Where are you?
Grandfather listened attentively to his grandson and suggested:
Well, if you don’t want what happened in your dream, let’s go clear the spring of debris.
Grandfather and Artyom opened the way for the spring, and it murmured merrily again, played in the sun with transparent streams and began to generously water everyone: people, animals, birds, trees, and grasses.
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What is the greenest thing on earth? one day a little girl asked her mother.
“Grass and trees, daughter,” Mom answered.
Why did they choose green and not some other?
This time, Mom thought about it, and then said:
— The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew for her beloved Earth a dress of the color of faith and hope, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, the green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees has given rise to hope and faith in a person's heart, making it purer.
But the grass dries up by autumn, and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
- Did you sleep well in your soft bed today, daughter?
The girl looked at her mother in surprise.
- Just as sweetly as you are in your bed, flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and in the forests under a soft fluffy blanket. Trees rest to gain new strength and to please the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget over the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, we don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree with a pine tree to our joy and turn green in winter.
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How the starling chose his home
The children made birdhouses and hung them in the old park. In the spring, starlings arrived and were delighted - excellent apartments were presented to them by people. Soon in one of the birdhouses lived a large and Friendly family starlings. Dad, mom and four kids. Caring parents flew around the park all day long, catching caterpillars, midges and bringing them to voracious children. And curious starlings peeped out of the round window one by one and looked around in surprise. An unusual, alluring world opened up to them. The spring breeze rustled the green leaves of birches and maples, rocked the white caps of lush inflorescences of viburnum and mountain ash.
When the chicks grew up and fledged, their parents began to teach them to fly. Three starlings were brave and capable. They quickly mastered the science of aeronautics. The fourth did not dare to get out of the house.
The mother-starling decided to lure the baby with cunning. She brought a big appetizing caterpillar and showed a delicacy to a starling. The chick reached for a treat, and the mother moved away from him. Then the hungry son, clinging to the window with his paws, leaned out, could not resist and began to fall. He squealed in fright, but suddenly his wings opened, and the baby, making a circle, landed on its paws. Mom immediately flew up to her son and rewarded him with a delicious caterpillar for his courage.
And everything would be fine, but just at that time the boy Ilyusha appeared on the path with his four-legged pet, the spaniel Garik.
The dog noticed a chick on the ground, barked, ran up to the starling and touched it with its paw. Ilyusha screamed loudly, rushed to Garik and took him by the collar. The chick froze and closed its eyes in fear.
What to do? the boy thought. “We need to do something to help the chick!”
Ilyusha took the little bird in his arms and carried it home. At home, dad carefully examined the chick and said:
The baby's wing is damaged. Now we need to treat the starling. I warned you, son, not to take Garik with you to the park in the spring.
Several weeks passed and the little bird, who was named Gosha, got better and got used to people.
He lived in the house all year, and the next spring people released Gosha into the wild. The starling sat on a branch and looked around.
Where will I live now? he thought. “I’ll fly into the forest and find myself a suitable house.
In the forest, the starling noticed two cheerful finches that carried twigs and dry blades of grass in their beaks and made a nest for themselves.
Dear finches! he turned to the birds. - Can you tell me how I can find a place to live?
If you want, live in our house, and we will build a new one for ourselves, - the birds answered kindly.
Gosha thanked the finches and occupied their nest. But it turned out to be too cramped and uncomfortable for such a large bird as a starling.
Not! Your house, unfortunately, does not suit me! - said Gosha, said goodbye to the finches and flew on.
In a pine forest, he saw a smart woodpecker in a colorful waistcoat and a red cap, which was hollowing out a hollow with a strong beak.
How not to be! There is! - answered the woodpecker. - There on that pine tree there was my past hollow. If you like it, then you can live in it.
The starling said, "Thank you!" and flew to the pine tree pointed to by the woodpecker. Gosha looked into the hollow and saw that it was already occupied by a friendly pair of tits.
Nothing to do! And the birdhouse flew on.
In a swamp near the river, a gray duck offered Gosha its nest, but it did not suit the starling either - after all, starlings do not build nests on the ground.
The day was already drawing to a close when Gosha returned to the house where Ilyusha lived and sat down on a branch under the window. The boy noticed the starling, opened the window, and Gosha flew into the room.
- Dad, - Ilyusha called his father. - Our Gosha is back!
- If the starling returned, then he did not find a suitable house in the forest. We'll have to make a birdhouse for Gosha! Dad said.
The next day, Ilyusha and dad made a beautiful little house with a round window for the starling and tied it to an old tall birch.
Who decorates the earth
Long ago, our Earth was deserted and red-hot celestial body, there was neither vegetation, nor water, nor those beautiful colors that adorn it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a myriad of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and water to drink their life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth, Water to drink, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monophonic earth spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears whenever the sun shines through the rain. She rises above the earth and sees if the earth is beautifully decorated.
And suddenly he sees the Rainbow-arc black wounds, conflagrations, gray trampled spots, torn pits. Someone tore, burned, trampled the colorful dress of the Earth.
“Oh,” said Dandelion, “why are you sitting on me?” I'm so small and fragile, and my leg is very thin and can break.
- No, - said the bee, - your thin leg will not break, it is just designed to hold you and me. After all, every flower must have a bee.
“Why do you need to sit on me, I’m small, and around, look how much space there is,” Dandelion was surprised. “I just grow up and enjoy the sun and don’t want anyone to interfere with me.
“Silly one,” said the bee affectionately, “listen to what I’m going to tell you.” Every spring, after a long winter, flowers bloom; and we, the bees, fly from flower to flower to collect juicy, delicious nectar. Then we take this nectar to our hive, where honey is obtained from the nectar.
“Now I understand everything,” Dandelion said, “thank you for explaining this to me, now I will tell all the Dandelions who still appear in this clearing about this.
Clouds are helpers
Merry Cloud, once floating over a garden where cucumbers, tomatoes, zucchini, onions, dill and potatoes grew, noticed that the vegetables were very sad. Their tops drooped, and the roots became completely dry.
- What happened to you? she asked anxiously.
The sad vegetables replied that they withered and stopped growing, because for a long time there was no rain, which they so needed.
– Can I help you? Cloud asked boldly.
“You are still so small,” answered the big pumpkin, which was considered the main one in the garden. If only a huge cloud would fly in, thunder would break out and pour heavy rain, ”she said thoughtfully.
“I will gather my girlfriends and help the vegetables,” the cloud decided, flying away.
She flew to Veterok and asked him to blow hard to collect all the small clouds into one big one and help it rain. Crazy Breeze gladly helped, and by evening the big cloud was swelling more and more, and finally burst. Cheerful drops of rain poured onto the ground, and watered everyone around. And the surprised vegetables raised their heads high, as if they did not want to miss a single drop of rain.
- Thank you, Tuka! And you, Veterok! vegetables said in unison. - Now we will definitely grow up and give joy to all people!
The Adventures of a Leaf
Hello! My name is Leaf! I was born in the spring, when the buds begin to swell and open. The scales of my house - the kidneys - opened up, and I saw how beautiful the world is. The sun with its gentle rays touched every leaf, every blade of grass. And they smiled back. It started to rain, and my bright green outfit was covered with drops, like multi-colored beads.
What a fun and carefree summer! Birds chirped all day long on the branches of my mother Birch, and at night a warm breeze told me about their travels.
Time flew by quickly, and I began to notice that the sun was not shining so brightly and was no longer warm. The wind blew strong and cold. The birds began to gather on a long journey.
One morning I woke up and saw that my dress had turned yellow. At first I wanted to cry, but mother Berezka reassured me. She said that autumn has come, and therefore everything around is changing.
And at night a strong wind tore me off the branch and whirled me in the air. By morning the wind died down and I fell to the ground. There were already many other leaves lying here. We were cold. But soon white flakes like cotton wool fell from the sky. They covered us with a fluffy blanket. I felt warm and calm. I felt that I was falling asleep, and I hasten to say goodbye to you. Goodbye!
(modern environmental tale)
At the edge of the forest, in a bast hut, lived, as they say, there was one grandmother. As a child, she practiced yoga, and she was nicknamed Yoga. And when she got old, they began to call her Baba Yoga, and those who did not know her before simply called her Baba Yaga.
And so her life developed, that she had neither children nor grandchildren, but only a small gray kid. Grandmother Yaga spent all her natural kindness on him - she spoiled him, in a word. Either he will bring the most delicious cabbage from the garden, then selective carrots, or even launch a kid into the garden - eat, they say, dear, whatever your heart desires.
They went year after year. And, of course, as always happens with those who are pampered, our little gray kid turned into a big gray goat. And since he never learned to work, he was of no use as a goat's milk. I lay on the couch all day, ate cabbage, and listened to rap. Yes, he trudged so much from this turnip, which can neither be said in a fairy tale, nor described with a pen. And then he began to compose himself: he lies and yells at the top of his goat's throat:
- I am a gray goat, I am a thunderstorm of gardens,
A lot of people respect me.
And if someone throws a stone at me,
Then after that he is fully responsible for the goat.
To tell the truth, no one threw a stone at him - who wants to mess with such a goat. This he came up with so, for rhyme and for his own courage. And then he believed it himself. And our goat got so brave that he wanted to go for a walk in the forest - to see the animals, and to show himself, so cool.
Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done. Our goat was going for a long time: sometimes the outfit did not suit him, not fashionable, they say, then there was no mood. Grandmother Yaga has completely lost her feet, looking for super-fashionable new clothes for her beloved goat:
- I'm tired, poor thing, but there's nothing to be done here - as they say: "love is evil, you will love a goat."
But here it is, finally. Spring has already arrived. He walks through the forest, yells his laudatory rap, and then comes out to meet him, who would you think? Well, of course, the wolf. By the way, please note, also gray. He walks and sings his song:
- There is no adversity in my life,
There is no twist in it,
I study all year
Pistils, stamens.
La la la la. La-la-la.
Pistils, poke-but-chicks!
Suddenly the wolf saw a goat, and so he froze on the spot. From great indignation. And our goat stands, neither alive nor dead from fear - it's no joke to say, for the first time he met a real wolf nose to nose. He even dropped his baseball cap with metal horns. I instantly forgot all my rap, everything is shaking, and can only say:
- Be-e-e-yes!
- What are you doing, - the wolf growls at him, - why did you come here, I ask you ?! So that your foot is no longer here!
“I, uh, I didn’t know…”
- Remove your leg, how many times do I have to tell you!
- I'll be more-o-more so no-e-e.
- Get your leg off! Otherwise, I'll hurt you now!
– What did I do? Why, so immediately the goat is to blame! By the way, I'm not your scapegoat.
- What did you do? But you don’t see yourself, you hornless goat! Almost stepped on a flower. This is a snowdrop - a primrose. They are now only in this clearing and have remained - all the rest like you have trampled.
The goat looked under his feet - and it’s true: marvelous, tender flowers grow in the clearing. And his hooves have several at once. And their beauty is wondrous, indescribable. He stands, and is afraid to move - his shoes are also made of metal, heavy and clumsy.
And the wolf, meanwhile, approached our goat, so much so that not a single flower touched, grabbed the goat and ... moved it to another place, safe. As soon as the wolf lowered him to the ground, like a goat for joy that he was saved, he asked such a raven that only the wind whistled behind his ears.
And left him a baseball cap with horns and newfangled shoes. The wolf placed them in the botanical museum so that everyone would look, but they themselves would not become such goats.
And since then, the goat has not set foot in the forest, he has abandoned his turnip, and began to read smart books about nature in order to be able to distinguish rare flowers from ordinary ones. Who knows, maybe even become a man!
Here the fairy tale ends, who understood everything - well done,
Well, don't be a kid, take care of the spring forest.
Autumn
Once upon a time there was a beauty Autumn. She loved to dress trees in red, yellow, orange outfits. She loved to listen to the fallen leaves rustle under her feet, she loved when people came to visit her for mushrooms in the forest, for vegetables in the garden, for fruits in the garden.But it got sadder Autumn. She knew that her sister would soon come - Winter, would cover everything with snow, forge rivers with ice, hit with a hard frost: Autumn all animals - birds, fish, insects - and ordered bears, hedgehogs, badgers to hide in warm dens and burrows; for hares and squirrels to change their coats to warm, inconspicuous ones; birds - those who are afraid of cold and hunger - fly to warmer climes, and fish, frogs and other aquatic inhabitants dig deeper into the sand, into the silt and sleep there until spring.
Everyone obeyed Autumn. And when the clouds thickened, it began to snow, the wind rose and the frost began to grow stronger, it was no longer terrible, because everyone was ready for winter.
Details Category: Ecology
“The tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it! Good fellows lesson!” We have known these words since childhood. A fairy tale is a constant companion of childhood. The fairy tale not only entertains, it unobtrusively educates, introduces the child to the outside world.
Fairy tales can help develop the child's imagination, make learning an attractive, interesting, creative process. To this end, the children and I decided to compose fairy tales. Inventing their own ecological fairy tales, the children exercised their ability to think ecologically, they understood for themselves the natural interrelationships between man and environment. These fairy tales introduce children to natural phenomena, their relationships, some problems of human influence on nature, and many others.
Storytelling is a fun activity. We saw this after doing only a small part of the work. And everything went very straight forward.
Often in the evenings, sitting on the carpet, and offering several characters to choose from for composing fairy tales, they came up with a plot, revealed the line of the work. The whole group took part: someone helped in choosing the characters, someone in composing the plot. And so, step by step, fairy tales appeared. Fairy tales are small, but each with its own meaning, each describes some case from the life of animals, helps to see the relationship between living and non-living things.
At the end of each lesson, the children and I read a fairy tale, came up with names, listened to several options and chose a name. What was the joy, the pride of the children, that they themselves were able to compose a fairy tale. But before that, they only listened to well-known works, but here they composed themselves. And everything, the whole group took part in it. Imagine that soon they will see and hear the fairy tales they have composed from their parents, from other adults. Isn't this joy, happiness for children writers.
Parents were also involved in this exciting activity. We asked the children to compose short fairy tales on the New Year theme. Everyone did a good job. There were some interesting stories. We think that for parents it was an interesting experience of composing.
Journey of Friends
Lived - there was a cockerel, a cat and a dog. They were good friends. Every morning the girl Dasha fed them. She gave the cockerel grain, the cat - milk, the dog - a bone. Friends always thanked her, but each in his own way: the cockerel - "koo-ka-re-ku", the cat - "meow-meow", the dog - "woof-woof". Having fed everyone, Dasha went home. One day, friends decided to bask in the sun. Suddenly the cockerel said: "Let's go visit." The cat and dog agreed. First they went to the pig and piglets, they bathed in a puddle. Then they saw a horse with a foal, they were chewing grass. On the way we met a cow with a calf, who drank water from the river. By the end of the day, the friends were tired and wandered all to their home.
Yasha Kudryavtsev, 6 years old, Vanya Zentsov, 7 years old
Cockerel
Lived - was in the world Cockerel - a golden scallop. Every morning he sang songs and woke up everyone in the area. One morning the cat Purr and the dog Puppy came to him. They wanted to play with Rooster. But he, raising his head high, crowed: “I don’t want to play with you or be friends with you. After all, you sing not like me, beautifully and loudly. The puppy and Purr were offended and replied that it doesn’t matter who sings how, but what matters is how good we are. And they left.
One morning, when the Cockerel woke up, it was raining heavily, but the "singer" decided to sing his song anyway. And here's the problem: his throat hurt. After that, Cockerel could not wake up everyone in the neighborhood every morning.
And the Puppy and Purr sang their songs, the Cockerel was offended and it seemed to him that they were laughing at him. But it wasn't. The Dog and the Cat decided to help the Cockerel. They smeared oil on his neck and he recovered.
Then the Cockerel realized his mistake and he felt ashamed.
Polina Zakharova, 6 years old, Sonya Rybakova, 6 years old
The fastest in the forest
In one fairy forest lived a teddy bear. They called him Topty. Every morning he went to the hare, to learn to run. After several classes, the hare suggested Toptyzhka to run a race.
Here the competition began. Bunny, of course, quickly ran, and Toptyzhka caught up with him. On the way, he met a wolf who asked where you, Toptyzhka, are in a hurry. The bear cub told everything that he and the hare were running a race. The wolf asked: "Where is the hare?" “So he has already run away, I’m catching up with him,” Toptyzhka answered. The wolf, hearing this, decided to catch up with the hare and eat it. “Well, run, run, and I went on,” said the wolf and ran. And the little bear didn't know anything. Toptyzhka ran, but could not catch up with the hare. Suddenly a sparrow flew in and told him that the wolf was catching up with the hare and wanted to eat it. The bear cub ran with all his might and caught up with the hare and told him everything. So he helped his friend. The hare thanked Toptyzhka and said that he was now the fastest in the forest.
Vasilina Volkova, 6 years old, Azaliya Mingazova, 7 years old
Letter
Once upon a time there was a postman Pechkin. The cat Matroskin lived with him. Not far from their house there was a forest in which the Hare lived - a coward. Once he asked Pechkin to take a letter to another forest for his brother Zaichik - Runaway. The postman agreed. Pechkin went into the forest and searched for the Hare for a long time. Suddenly he saw someone's footprints in the snow and he followed the trail. So he found the Runaway Bunny and gave him a letter, told him all the news about his brother. Pechkin went back with another letter for the Runaway Bunny.
Sasha Kazantsev - Emelin, 7 years old, Danil Glushkov, 6 years old
Winnie the Pooh, Scarf, Hedgehog
In Africa, there lived a Giraffe, whose name was Scarfik. Once Winnie the Pooh came to visit him. They decided to play: Winnie the Pooh climbed onto the giraffe's neck and went down from him like a hill. It was fun. But I wanted to eat something. Then Scharfik took out bananas. At this time, a hedgehog came and they all went to sunbathe on the beach and swim in the sea. Tired, but cheerful and contented, they came home and immediately fell asleep. And in a dream they swam again, sunbathed, ate bananas ...
Andrey Kharchenko, 6 years old
How did they save the rabbit?
There lived a hare in the forest. Once a girl Nastya came to visit him and invited him to play. Cat Murka lost Nastya and came after her. So there were three of them, and they began to play. Hearing the noise, the fox ran into the clearing to see who was screaming so loudly there. Seeing the hare, she grabbed it and ran into her hole. Nastya and Murka ran after the fox. But the fox was in such a hurry that he fell into the hole of the mole, who saved the hare. And the fox ran away. Then Nastya and Murka ran up and pulled out the hare.
Nastya Yakimova, 7 years old, Yana Belenkova, 6 years old
New friend
In one forest there lived a wolf. He was angry, biting and frightening everyone. Everyone ran away from him and no one wanted to be friends with him. In the same forest lived two friends, a fox and a hare. They were good and everyone wanted to be friends with them.
One day the wolf got in trouble. Hunters came to the forest and wanted to kill the evil wolf. The fox and the hare found out about this and decided to help him by telling him everything. Together they decided that it was necessary to deceive the hunters.
When the hunters came into the forest, the wolf came out to meet them, and then both the fox and the hare ran out from behind the trees. While the hunters looked at them, the animals had already hidden in the forest. Since then, the wolf has become kinder, and everyone was friends with him in the forest.
Vika Orekhova, 6 years old, Anya Bratchikova, 6 years old
How Druzhok got lost in the forest
This is a dog. They call him Buddy. One day he decided to run and got lost. My friend was crying and whining, he was very scared in the forest.
Suddenly a fox came running and said: “Let me take you home?”. Druzhok agreed and followed her through the dense forest.
Some bird flew by, the dog was frightened, but the fox reassured him: “This is an owl. She does not sleep at night, but only during the day. Do not be afraid of her, she protects.
Someone howled in the forest. The friend was scared. "This is a wolf, he will eat us," said the dog, but the fox replied that they would go the other way. So they reached the village. The dogs, smelling the fox, barked loudly, now the fox was frightened. But my friend said:
"Don't be afraid. Let's go to my booth, sleep, and in the morning you will go into the forest. After all, I have to thank you.”
Morning has come. The fox said goodbye to Druzhok and ran into the forest.
Dasha Novosyolova, 7 years old
forest accident
In one village, near the forest, there lived a girl named Katya. She had many friends both in the village and in the forest. One morning she went to visit a hare in the forest. They decided to take a walk in the forest. Suddenly, two hillocks were seen on the ground: a large one and a small one. They stood and thought, what could it be? And then the unexpected happened. The tubercles stirred and the mole Fedya crawled out of the little one, and from big bear Toptyzhka. Everyone looked at each other and laughed. After all, Katya and the bunny Dasha completely forgot that their friends: the bear Toptyzhka lives in a den (a large tubercle), and the mole Fedya is underground (a small tubercle). And remember that, dear friend.
Katya Rokina, 7 years old, Galya Tsaregorodtseva, 7 years old
How The fox got into the chicken coop
In the same village, in the same house, two friends lived: the cat Murka and the dog Druzhok. Every morning after breakfast, they walked around the yard. And then one day, passing by the chicken coop, they heard the voice of Petya the rooster. He warned all the inhabitants of the chicken coop that the fox Julia had occasion to go to the village and therefore everyone should be very careful. Hearing this, the friends decided that they would spend the whole day at the chicken coop and teach the fox a lesson.
Day passed, night came. And then the fox Yulia came. She walked quietly, but still her friends heard her steps. When the fox approached the chicken coop, they barked and meowed. So they woke up the whole yard. Hearing the noise, the fox was frightened and ran into the forest. And friends pleased with their act went to the house to sleep.
Anya Zhukova, 6 years old
Fairy tales written with parents.
snow stove
I once made a snow stove. Inserted the pipe and valve. I threw planks, branches into it ... One, two, three - the snow stove burns! The wind blew smoke over the chimney and a light flickered in the hearth. The snowy little men will now be able to warm themselves by the stove.
And in the morning I did not find my stove. At night, a storm covered it with snow. The brushwood went out, and the baked ice cubes were probably eaten by snow mice.
Ksyusha Lobanova, 7 years old.
winter story
The Snow Maiden sent a bunny to take the letter to Santa Claus. On the way he met a fox and a wolf. They asked the bunny what you are carrying. He replied that he was carrying a letter to Santa Claus. When he reads it, he will give gifts. The wolf and the fox were envious and took away the letter from the bunny and ran to Santa Claus to receive gifts themselves. Santa Claus read the letter and realized that they wanted to deceive him, since the bunny was supposed to bring the letter. Santa Claus got angry with the wolf and the fox. He scolded them that they were very ashamed and they ran away. Then the bunny came all in tears. Santa Claus reassured him and gave him gifts, the bunny was very happy.
Nastya Almeteva, 6 years old.
Miracle
Once upon a time in the cold winter time
I left the house, it was very cold!
I see all the people heading to the square.
And we ran to the square running.
And there, I could not believe my eyes,
On the square, the Christmas tree stands: "Beauty!"
There are bunnies, foxes, wolf cubs, tiger cubs.
They are dancing with Santa Claus.
They congratulate me, they give me gifts.
About a miracle! After all, the New Year has come!
Methodical piggy bank
Ecological fairy tales for preschool children
Bespalova Larisa Vladimirovna
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- A. Lopatina…………………………………………………………...3
Who decorates the earth
A. Lopatina……………………………………………………………………………..3mighty blade of grass
M. Skrebtsova…………………………………………………………………………………...4The history of one Christmas tree
(Environmental tale)…………………………………………………………..6Tale of the little cedar
(Environmental tale)……………………………………………………..7Ecological tales about water
………………………………………………………………..8- History of one Drop(a sad tale about water)……………………………………………………………8
How the cloud was in the desert
(a fairy tale about a place where there is no water)……………………………………..9The Power of Rain and Friendship
(a fairy tale about the life-giving power of water)…………………………………….10Little Frog Story
(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)……………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………elevenAll living things need water
(Environmental fairy tale)……………………………………………...11Tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth
(Environmental tale)…………………12…………………………………………………………..13
Bunny and Bear cub
(Environmental tale)…………………………………………………………..13Masha and the Bear (Environmental tale)………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………………
No place for trash
(Environmental tale)………………………………………………………………..15Tale of the trash
(Environmental fairy tale)…………………………………………16…………………………………………………………18
noble mushroom
M. Malyshev………………………………………………………………………………18Brave honey agaric
E. Shim………………………………………………………………………………………………19Mushroom War………………………………………………………………………………………………………..20
Introduction to mushrooms
A. Lopatina…………………………………………………………………….…..21mushroom pharmacy
A. Lopatina…………………………………………………………………………………....23Two fairy tales N. Pavlova…………………………………………………………………………………………….…25
By mushrooms N. Sladkov…………………………………………………………………………………………………..28
fly agaric N. Sladkov…………………………………………………………………………………………………...29
rival O. Chistyakovsky……………………………………………………………………………………...…29
Ecological tales about plants
Why does the earth have a green dress
A. Lopatina
What is the greenest thing on earth? one day a little girl asked her mother.
Grass and trees, daughter, - answered my mother.
Why did they choose green and not some other?
This time, Mom thought about it, and then said:
The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew for her beloved Earth a dress of the color of faith and hope, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, the green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees has given rise to hope and faith in a person's heart, making it purer.
But the grass dries by autumn, and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
Did you sleep well in your soft bed today, daughter?
The girl looked at her mother in surprise.
I slept well, but what about my bed?
Just as sweetly as you are in your bed, flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket. Trees rest to gain new strength and to please the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget over the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, we don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree with a pine tree to our joy and turn green in winter.
Who decorates the earth
A. Lopatina
A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body, there was neither vegetation, nor water, nor those beautiful colors that adorn it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a myriad of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and water to drink their life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth, Water to drink, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monophonic earth spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears whenever the sun shines through the rain. She rises above the earth and sees if the earth is beautifully decorated.
Here are the clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one father forest, everyone has one mother earth. Glade sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, ask:
Am I the whitest in the world?
All blush?
Dove?
The first clearing is all white from daisies.
In the second, sunny clearing, small carnation stars with red sparks in the middle bloomed, and the whole clearing became blush-pink. On the third, surrounded by old firs, forget-me-nots blossomed, and a clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac from the bells.
And suddenly he sees the Rainbow-arc black wounds, conflagrations, gray trampled spots, torn pits. Someone tore, burned, trampled the colorful dress of the Earth.
The Rainbow-arc asks Heavenly beauty, Golden sun, Pure rains to help the earth heal wounds, sew a new dress for the Earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. Rainbow-arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.
Multi-colored glades, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. Here are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for faithful memory. Here are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations - for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums - for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take people.
mighty blade of grass
M. Skrebtsova
Once the trees began to regret the grass:
We feel sorry for you, weed. There is no one below you in the forest. Trample you all and sundry. They got used to your softness and suppleness and completely stopped noticing you. With us, for example, everyone is considered: people, and animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. It is necessary for you, grass, to stretch upwards.
The grass answers them proudly:
I do not need, dear trees, pity. Although I did not grow tall, the benefit in me is great. When they walk on me, I only rejoice. That's why I'm grass to cover the ground: it's more convenient to walk on a green rug than on bare ground. If it rains on someone on the way, and the paths-roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when the dew is on me, you can even wash yourself with grass.
Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I'm whole. It's not like a person, a cow or a horse walks over me - and they have a rather big weight - four, or even five centners - but at least henna for me. For me, even a multi-ton car can pass, but I'm still alive. Presses on me, of course, the severity of the incredible, but I endure. Gradually I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and short, can’t even stand hurricanes.
The trees are silent, there is nothing to argue with the grass, but it continues:
If it falls to me to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and again I reach out with new sprouts to light and warmth. Ant-grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. They seem to test themselves for strength all their lives, and nothing, they don’t give up yet.
The trees exclaimed:
Yes, weed, there is a Herculean power in you.
The mighty oak says:
I just remembered how the city birds told me how you break through the thickness of the asphalt in the city. I didn't believe them then, I laughed. Yes, and no wonder: people with crowbars and jackhammers are controlled with this thickness, and you are such a tiny one.
Grass happily exclaimed:
Yes, oak, breaking the asphalt is not a problem for us. Newborn dandelion shoots in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.
Birch alone, which until now was silent, said:
I, grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, and you have many faces. Whom you just don’t see in the meadow: sunny daisies, and red carnations, and golden buttons of tansy, and gentle bells, and cheerful fireweed. My acquaintance forester told me that there are about 20 thousand herbs in our country different types, but smaller trees and shrubs - only two thousand.
Then, unexpectedly, the hare intervened in the conversation, which led her rabbits to a forest clearing:
From us, hares, grass, you also bow low. I had no idea that you were so strong, but that you are the most useful of all, I always knew. For us, you are the best delicacy, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head before you. People won't live a day without you. They specifically grow you in the fields and gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And there are so many vitamins in you that you can’t count!
Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare with the hares quickly hid, and in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.
Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? the trees asked in surprise.
Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.
Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases, - the weed explained. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.
Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us, - the pine entered the conversation.
In fact, dear pine, I not only look like trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will open to you ancient secret of our origin, - the weed solemnly said. “Usually, we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before the grasses were trees, but not simple, but mighty. It was millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.
The trees began to look for similarities between themselves and the grass. Everyone is making noise, interrupting each other. Tired, finally quieted down.
Then the weed tells them:
You shouldn't feel sorry for someone who doesn't need pity, isn't it, dear trees?
And all the trees immediately agreed with her.
The history of one Christmas tree
ecological tale
This is a sad story, but her old Aspen told me that it grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's start.
Once a Christmas tree grew in our forest, she was small, defenseless, and everyone took care of her: large trees protected from the wind, birds pecked at black hairy caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one better than her could hide little bunnies from an evil wolf or from cunning fox. All animals and birds were treated with her fragrant tar.
Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about her beauty, but she was not at all proud, she was still the same, sweet and kind.
was approaching New Year, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many forest beauties-trees were waiting for the sad fate of falling under an ax. Once two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest and looking for the most beautiful Christmas tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the man, waving his fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn't know what he needed the tree for. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.
“Stupid, stupid,” the old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”
Never before had he seen such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, what you need!” the man said and... He began to chop a thin trunk with an ax. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, so she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!
When a man roughly dragged the Christmas tree by the trunk, the tender green twigs broke off and showered a trace from the Christmas tree in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that is left of the Christmas tree in the forest.
This is the story that the old creaky Aspen told me ...
Tale of the little cedar
ecological tale
I want to tell you one interesting tale that I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.
Once in the taiga, two squirrels tore apart because of a bump and dropped it.
When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant needles. A nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still quite small. And pointed to the high cedars.
“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern, to learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. He rejoiced at the sun, which peeped through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.
But one day a terrible thing happened. One morning, Kidnapper saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terrified of something. It seemed to Kedrenok that they would definitely trample him, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white suffocating smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenok that it was a forest fire that was killing everything in its path.
“Is it possible that I will never grow up to be a big cedar tree”? thought Kedrenok.
And now the red tongues of fire were already close, which crawled over the grass and trees, leaving behind only black embers. It's already hot! Kidnapper began to say goodbye to the fern, when he suddenly heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water poured out of the helicopter at the same time.
"We are saved"! - Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar was not injured, but one branch of the fern was set on fire.
In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”
Fern explained to him that this trouble happens because of the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People kindle a fire in the forest and leave coals, which then flare up from the wind.
"How so"? – the cedar was surprised. "After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries, mushrooms, and they destroy it."
“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.
"In the meantime, we have one hope that we will be rescued in time."
And I, having heard this tale, really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that the main character of my fairy tale "Kedrenok" will grow into a large cedar tree and live three hundred, and maybe more years!
Ecological tales about water
History of one Drop
(sad story about water)
A clear stream of water ran from an open faucet. Water fell directly to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably soaking into the soil cracked from the scorching sun.
A heavy drop of water, timidly peeping out of this trickle, looked down with apprehension. In a fraction of a second, her whole long, eventful life flashed through her head.
She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the earth. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among birch trees whispering sweet words to them, among flaming bright colors flowers of meadows, among fragrant forest grasses. How Little Droplet loved to look at the clear high sky, at the clouds, light as a feather, slowly floating and reflected in the small mirror of the Spring.
The droplet remembered how the Spring, which had become bold and strong over time, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, mounds and sandy embankments on its way, swept along the lowland, choosing a place for its new haven.
Thus was born the River, which twisted like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.
And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. A small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Numerous birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. Roe deer and deer visited the watering place at sunrise, the storm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - was not against tasting the purest and most delicious icy water.
Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans that settled nearby by the water.
And in winter, children's laughter was heard near the River, kids and adults set up a skating rink on the River and now glided across the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! Droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with people.
All this was. But it seems so long ago!
For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, to enjoy the River, to drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, not just takes, but spends it not at all in a businesslike manner.
And now the water was flowing in a thin stream from the tap, and the Drop of water, closing its eyes, went to a frightening, unknown future.
“Do I have a future? Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”
How the cloud was in the desert
(a fairy tale about a place where there is no water)
Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought, looking around. Everything is so yellow...
The wind came up and flattened the sandy hills.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought again. Everything is so smooth...
The sun got hotter.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought once again. Everything is so warm...
So the whole day passed. Behind him the second, third ... The cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.
Week is gone. Month. The desert was both warm and light. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.
There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, a splash of fish in the river.
Cloud cried. No, the desert does not see either lush meadows or dense oak forests, does not inhale the fragrance of flowers to its inhabitants, does not hear the sonorous trill of a nightingale.
There is no the most important thing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.
The Power of Rain and Friendship
(a fairy tale about the life-giving power of water)
An alarmed Bee circled over the lawn.
How to be? There is no rain for many days.
She looked around the lawn. Dejectedly, the bells lowered their heads. Daisies folded snow-white petals. The drooping grass looked hopefully at the sky. The birches and the mountain ash were talking unhappily among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from pale green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Beetles, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. They languished from the heat in their warm coats, hiding in holes, and not paying attention to each other, the Hare, the Fox and the Wolf. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry tree in order to save himself from the scorching sun at least there.
Tired of the heat. And there was no rain.
Grandfather Bear, - the Bee buzzed, - tell me how to be. There is no escape from the w-w-heat. Dozh-zh-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.
And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - the wise old Bear answered, - he walks around the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.
The bee flew in search of the breeze.
And he was mischievous at that time in distant countries. Barely found him Bee, told about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by the Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. It didn’t take long for Cloud to understand why Bee and Veterok disturbed him. And when I saw the drying forests, fields, meadows, unfortunate animals, I became worried:
Help the lawn and its inhabitants!
The cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.
She pouted - she pouted until she burst into a warm summer rain.
The rain danced famously across the revived lawn. He walked the Earth, and everything around
ate water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.
And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.
Little Frog Story
(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)
Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looked into the sky.
The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. It must be the pond, just the other way around. And if so, then there are certainly frogs.
He jumped up on his thin paws and shouted:
Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pool! If you can hear me, answer me! Let's be friends!
But no one responded.
Ah well! exclaimed the Frog. “Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?! There you are!
And he made a funny face.
Mom - Frog, nearby stalking a mosquito, just laughed.
Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.
But it often rains from the sky, and at night it darkens, like our water in the pond. And these delicious mosquitoes soar so often!
How little you are, - Mom laughed again. - Mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they rise into the air. And the water in our pond on hot days evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?
Uh-huh, - the Frog nodded with a green head.
And I thought to myself:
Anyway, someday I will find a friend from the sky. After all, there is water! So, there is also a Frog!!!
All living things need water
ecological tale
There lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the woods. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not prevent the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny walks, walks, and a hedgehog, not a head, not legs, meets him in a friend.
- Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"
- "Hello bunny! And why rejoice, you look at the weather, all morning it's raining, the mood is disgusting.
- "Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, but the sun always shone."
- “It would be great, you can walk, sing songs, have fun!”
- “Yeah, a hedgehog, no matter how. If there is no rain, all trees, grass, flowers, all living things will dry up and die.”
- "Come on, hare, I don't believe you."
- "Let's check it out"?
- And how are we going to check it?
- "Very simple, here, hold a hedgehog a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me to you."
- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”
- "Hedgehog and you give me flowers."
- "Yes, just keep it."
- “And now it's time to check the hedgehog. Now we will go each to our own home. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, a hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but do not pour water.
- "Good hare. Goodbye"!
Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went out for a walk in the forest. On this day, the bright sun shone and warmed with its warm rays. A bunny walks and suddenly a hedgehog meets him, not his head, not his legs.
- "Hedgehog, are you sad again"? The rain has long ended, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should rejoice."
- “Yes, why should the hare rejoice. The flowers you gave me have withered. I'm so sorry, it was your gift."
- “Hedgehog, did you understand why your flowers withered”?
“Of course I understand, now I understand everything. They withered because they were in a vase without water.”
- “Yes, a hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry up and die. And rain is water droplets that fall to the ground and nourish all flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to rejoice in everything and the rain and the sun.
- “Bunny, I understand everything, thank you. Let's go for a walk in the forest together and enjoy everything around!
Tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth
ecological tale
Once upon a time there was a king, and he had three sons. Once the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought gems, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone began to laugh at him, and he said:
Water is the greatest miracle on earth. For a sip of water, a traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewels. He suffered from thirst. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him a supply with me. I did not need his jewelry, I realized that water is more precious than any wealth.
And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it started to rain, filling it with life-giving moisture.
For the third time, I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we didn’t stop the fire, the whole village could burn down if it were thrown onto it. We needed a lot of water, but we coped with the whole world. That was the end of my search.
And now, I think, you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing living on Earth. And birds, and animals, and fish, and people will not live a day without water. And yet water has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam, - the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.
The king listened to his youngest son and declared water to be the greatest miracle on earth. He commanded in his royal decree to save water, not to pollute water bodies.
Ecological tales of garbage
Bunny and Bear cub
ecological tale
This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.
Once the Bunny and the Bear Cub went for a walk in the forest. They took their food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun shone. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped on it. Bunny and Bear cub played, had fun, somersaulted on the soft green grass.
Toward evening they were hungry and sat down to eat. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home satisfied.
Time has passed. The rascals again went for a walk in the forest. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the mood of the friends was upbeat, and they started competitions. But a misfortune happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the bear cub got into a tin can with its paw and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.
This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not get into such a story as animals.
Masha and the Bear
ecological tale
In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village in a hut, there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a granddaughter - a fidget named Masha. Masha was very fond of walking with her girlfriends on the street, playing different games.
Not far from that village stretched big forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: father-bear Mikhailo Potapych, mother-bear Marya Potapovna, and son-bear cub - Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there were a lot of fish in the river, and there were enough berries with roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And what a clean air in the forest, clear water in the river, green grass all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.
And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to harvest rods and bark for weaving. All that forest fed and rescued. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going to the forest, picnics and arranging walks. They have fun, play, tear rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave garbage behind - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, papers, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up after themselves, they thought nothing terrible would happen.
And it became so dirty in that forest! Already mushrooms-berries do not grow, and flowers do not please the eyes, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why is it so dirty around? And then they saw how Masha and her friends were resting in the forest, and they understood where all the troubles in the forest came from. Mikhailo Potapych is furious! At the family council, the bears figured out how to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa bear, mother bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note so that people would not go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would hurt them.
People woke up in the morning and couldn't believe their eyes! All around - dirt, garbage, the earth can not be seen. And after reading the note, people were saddened, how can they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the rubbish. And they went to the forest to ask for forgiveness from the bears. Long apologized, promised more forest do no harm, be friends with nature. The bears forgave them, taught them how to behave properly in the forest, not to cause harm. And everyone benefited from that friendship!
No place for trash
ecological tale
Lived - was Garbage. He was ugly and evil. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began to throw packages, newspapers, leftover food past the trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud of the fact that his possessions are everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage, Garbage "strength" adds. Some people scatter candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. Garbage only rejoices at this. After a while, the garbage became more and more.
Not far from the city lived the Wizard. He was very fond of a clean city and rejoiced at the people who live in it. One day he looked at the city, and was very upset. Candy wrappers, paper, plastic cups everywhere.
The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Accuracy, Order. And he said: “You see what the people have done! Let's clean up this city!" Assistants undertook to put things in order together with the Wizard. They took brooms, shovels, rakes and began to clean up all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness, order, and we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants sang. Garbage saw that Purity was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on, it’s better not to fight with us!”
The trash was horrified. Yes, how he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - how could I go somewhere? Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked sternly at him, as they began to threaten him with a broom. Garbage ran from the city, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove all of it. There are still yards, I'll wait for a better time!
And the Wizard's assistants removed all the rubbish. Around the city became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said, “This is paper—not trash. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it, ”and she placed old newspapers, magazines, cardboard in a paper container.
Neatness announced: “We will feed the birds and domestic animals with the rest of the food. The rest of the food waste will be taken to the containers for food waste. And the glass, empty jars and glassware will be placed in a glass container.”
And Order continues: “And we will not throw away plastic cups and bottles. From plastic there will be new toys for children. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let's learn from nature, friends, ”and threw it into the plastic trash can.
So our magician with his assistants put things in order in the city, taught people to take care of Natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.
Tale of the trash
ecological tale
In a distant, distant forest, on a small mountain in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and lived, whiled away the years. They lived together, guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.
And beauty is all around - you won’t take your eyes off! And mushrooms and berries, as much as you want, you can find. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old men could be proud of their forest.
And they had two assistants, two bears: the bustling Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not offend the foresters.
And everything would be fine, everything is fine, yes one day autumn morning clear suddenly from the top of the high tree shouted alarming Magpie. Animals hid, birds scattered, they are waiting: what will happen?
The forest was filled with a rumble, and a cry, and anxiety, and a great noise. With baskets, buckets and backpacks, people came for mushrooms. Until the very evening, the cars honked, and the old forest man and the old forest woman, hiding in the hut, sat. And at night, the poor, they did not dare close their eyes.
And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the mountain, illuminated both the forest and the century-old hut. The old men came out, sat on the mound, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch themselves, take a walk in the forest. They looked around - and were stunned: the forest is not a forest, but some kind of dump, which is a pity to call it even a forest. Banks, bottles, papers and rags are scattered everywhere in disorder.
The old woodman shook his beard:
Yes, what is it doing? Let's go, old woman, clean up the forest, clean up the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!
They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, get close to each other. They turned like a screw - and an incomprehensible beast, skinny, untidy and terribly nasty, moreover, grew out of the garbage: Khlamishche-Okayanishche. It rumbles with bones, the whole forest laughs:
Along the road through the bushes -
Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!
In untrodden places -
Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!
I am great, many-sided,
I am paper, I am iron
I am plastic-useful,
I am a glass bottle
I am cursed, cursed!
I will settle in your forest -
I will bring a lot of grief!
The foresters were frightened, they called the bears. The bustling Masha and the grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly, stood up on their hind legs. What is left to do for Hlamish-Okayanischu? Just drape. It rolled like rubbish over bushes, ditches and bumps, but everything is further away, but everything is to the side so that the bears do not get a single piece of paper. Gathered in a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became a Trash-Okayanischem: a skinny and nasty beast, moreover.
What to do? How to get to Khlamischa-Okayanishcha? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old foresters were depressed, the bears were quiet. They only hear: someone sings and rides through the forest. They look: and this is the Forest Queen on a huge fiery red fox. Rides - wonders: why is there so much rubbish lying around in the forest?
Remove all this rubbish immediately!
And the foresters in response:
Let us not cope! This is not just rubbish, this is the Trash-Okayanishche: an incomprehensible beast, skinny, untidy.
I don't see any animal and I don't believe you!
The Forest Queen bent down, reached out for a piece of paper, wanted to pick it up. And the paper flew away from her. All the rubbish gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, became a Trash-Okayanischem: a skinny and nasty beast, moreover.
The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:
Look at you, what a sight! That's the beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! A good hole is crying for you!
She waved her hand - the earth parted, a deep hole turned out. Khlamishche-Okayanishche fell down there, could not get out, lay down at the bottom.
The Forest Queen laughed:
That's it - fit!
The old foresters don't want to let her go, and that's it. The trash has disappeared, but the care remains.
And if people come again, what are we, Mother, going to do?
Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears into the forest!
The forest calmed down. The Forest Queen left on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their century-old hut, live, live, drink tea. The sky frowns or the sun shines, the forest - it is beautiful and joyfully bright. In the whisper of the leaves, in the breath of the wind, there is so much joy and joy of light! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!
Yes, only the cars hummed again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call for help from their bear neighbors. They entered the forest, growled, rose on their hind legs. People got scared and let's drape! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.
Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, taught the bears, they surrounded Khlamishche-Okayanishche, drove to the pit, drove into the pit. He could not get out of there, he lay down at the bottom.
Yes, but the troubles of the old woman-forester and the forester-grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers descended into the forest, hunters for bear skins. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled from the shots. Who could - flew away, and who could - ran away. For some reason, it became bleak in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!
Yes, only the hunters suddenly notice: a red fire flickers behind the bushes.
Save yourself! Let's run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's perish! Let's burn!
The hunters got into the cars noisily, got scared, rushed out of the forest. And this is just the Forest Queen rushing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the gorushka disappeared, the hut disappeared with the lumberjacks. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason there was a huge impenetrable swamp in that place.
The Forest Queen is waiting, when people become kind and wise, they stop misbehaving in the forest.
Ecological tales of mushrooms
noble mushroom
M. Malyshev
On a cozy forest glade strewn with flowers, two mushrooms grew - white and fly agaric. They grew up so close that if they wanted to, they could shake hands.
As soon as the early rays of the sun woke up the entire plant population of the clearing, the fly agaric mushroom always said to its neighbor:
Good morning buddy.
Mornings often turned out to be kind, but the porcini mushroom never answered the neighbor's greetings. This went on from day to day. But once on the usual fly agaric " good morning buddy, porcini mushroom said:
How obsessive you are, brother!
I'm not intrusive, - the fly agaric modestly objected. “I just wanted to be friends with you.
Ha-ha-ha, the white man laughed. “Do you really think that I will start making friends with you?!
Why not? - the fly agaric asked good-naturedly.
Yes, because you are a toadstool, and I ... and I am a noble mushroom! Nobody likes you fly agarics, because you are poisonous, and we whites are edible and tasty. Judge for yourself: you can pickle us, and dry, and boil, and fry, we are rarely wormy. People love and appreciate us. And they hardly notice you, except that they kick you with your foot. Right?
That's right, - the fly agaric sighed sadly. But look what I have beautiful hat! Bright and cheerful!
Hmm hat. Who needs your hat. - And the white fungus turned away from the neighbor.
And at this time, mushroom pickers came out into the clearing - a little girl with her father.
Mushrooms! Mushrooms! the girl shouted cheerfully when she saw our neighbors.
And this one? the girl asked, pointing to the fly agaric.
Let's leave this one, we don't need it.
Why?
He is poisonous.
Poisonous?! So it needs to be crushed!
Why. It is useful - evil flies sit on it and die. The white mushroom is noble, and the fly agaric is useful. And then, look what a beautiful, bright hat he has!
True, the girl agreed. - Let it stand.
And the fly agaric remained standing in the colorful clearing, delighting the eye with its bright red hat with white peas ...
Brave honey agaric
E. Shim
A lot of mushrooms sprouted in autumn. Yes, what good fellows - one more beautiful than the other!
Under the dark Christmas trees, the grandfathers of mushrooms are standing. They wear white caftans, rich hats on their heads: yellow velvet on the bottom, brown on top. A feast for the eyes!
Under the light aspens, the aspen fathers are standing. All in shaggy gray jackets, red hats on their heads. Also beauty!
Under the tall pines, the butterflies grow. They are wearing yellow shirts, oilcloth caps on their heads. Also good!
Under the alder bushes, the sisters of the russula dance round dances. Each sister is in a linen sarafan, her head is tied with a colored scarf. Also good!
And suddenly, next to the fallen birch, another honey mushroom grew. Yes, so invisible, so unsightly! The orphan has nothing: no caftan, no shirt, no cap. He stands barefoot on the ground, and his head is uncovered - blond curls curl into ringlets. Other mushrooms saw him and, well - laugh: - Look, what an untidy one! But where did you get out into the white world? Not a single mushroom picker will take you, no one will bow to you! The honey agaric shook his curls and answered:
Do not bow today, so I'll wait. Maybe someday I'll be nice.
But only no - mushroom pickers do not notice it. They walk between the dark fir trees, collect the grandfathers of mushrooms. And it gets colder in the forest. On the birches, the leaves turned yellow, on the mountain ash they turned red, on the aspens they became covered with spots. At night, cold dew falls on the moss.
And from this icy dew the grandfathers of mushrooms descended. Not a single one is left, they are all gone. It’s also chilly for the honey agaric to stand in a lowland. But even though his leg is thin, but it’s light, he took it, and even moved higher, to birch roots. And again waiting for mushroom pickers.
And mushroom pickers walk in the copses, collect the fathers of aspen mushrooms. They still don't look at Openok.
It got even colder in the forest. The siverko wind whistled, cut off all the leaves from the trees, the bare branches sway. It rains from morning to evening, and there is nowhere to hide from them.
And from these evil rains the aspen fathers descended. All are gone, none remain.
The honey agaric also floods with rain, but although it is puny, it is quick. He took it and jumped up on a birch stump. There is no downpour here. And the mushroom pickers still do not notice Openok. They walk in the bare forest, collect brothers oil and sisters of russula, put them in boxes. Is it really like this and the abyss of Openka for nothing, for nothing?
It became quite cold in the forest. Muddy clouds moved in, it became dark all around, snow groats began to fall from the sky. And from this snow pellets the butterflies brothers and the russula sisters came down. Not a single cap is visible, not a single handkerchief flickers.
On an uncovered head, Openka croup also pours, gets stuck in curls. But the cunning Agaric did not blunder here either: he took it and jumped into a birch hollow. He sits under a reliable roof, slowly looks out: are mushroom pickers coming? And the mushroom pickers are right there. They wander through the forest with empty boxes, not a single fungus can be found. They saw Openka and were so happy: - Oh, dear! - they say. - Oh, you're brave! He was not afraid of rain or snow, he was waiting for us. Thank you for helping me through the most difficult times! And they bowed low, low to Openok.
mushroom war
In the red summer, there is a lot of everything in the forest - and all kinds of mushrooms, and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, and raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, puffs out of the ground, is angry at the berries: “You see that they have been born! It happened, and we are in honor, in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us!
Wait, - thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, - we, mushrooms, are a great force - we will bend down, strangle it, sweet berry!
The boletus conceived and made a war, sitting under an oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to call the mushrooms, began to call for help:
Go you, volushki, go to war!
Waves refused:
We are all old women, not guilty of war.
Go, you bastards!
Refused honey mushrooms:
Our legs are painfully thin, we will not go to war.
Hey morels! - shouted the mushroom-boletus. - Gear up for war!
Morels refused, they say:
We are old men, so where are we going to war!
The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:
Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, go fight with me, beat the arrogant berry!
Mushrooms with loaders responded:
We, milk mushrooms, we go with you to war, to forest and field berries, we will throw our hats on it, we will trample it with the fifth!
Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed together from the ground, a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.
“Well, be in trouble,” the green grass thinks.
And at that time Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great cargo force, she gasped, sat down and, well, pick mushrooms and put them in the back. I collected it full-full, forcibly brought it home, and at home I dismantled the fungi by birth and by rank: volnushki - into tubs, honey mushrooms - into barrels, morels - into beetroots, mushrooms - into boxes, and the boletus mushroom got into mating; it was run through, dried and sold.
Since then, the mushroom has ceased to fight with the berry.
Introduction to mushrooms
A. Lopatina
In early July, it rained for a whole week. Anyuta and Mashenka became despondent. They missed the forest. Grandmother let them go for a walk in the yard, but as soon as the girls got wet, she immediately called them home. Cat Porfiry said when the girls called him for a walk:
What is it like to get wet in the rain? I'd rather sit at home, compose a fairy tale.
I also think that a soft sofa is a more suitable place for cats than wet grass, - Andreika agreed.
Grandfather, returning from the forest in a wet raincoat, laughingly said:
July rains nourish the earth, help her grow crops. Do not worry, soon we will go to the forest for mushrooms.
Alice, shaking herself so that wet dust flew in all directions, said:
Russula has already climbed, and in the aspen tree two small aspen mushrooms jumped out in red caps, but I left them, let them grow up.
Anyuta and Mashenka were impatiently waiting for grandfather to take them with him to pick mushrooms. Especially after he once brought a whole basket of young mushrooms. Taking strong mushrooms with gray legs and smooth brown caps out of the basket, he said to the girls:
Well, guess the riddle:
In the grove near the birch, the namesakes met.
I know, - Anyuta exclaimed, - these are boletus, they grow under birches, and boletus grows under aspens. They look like boletus, but their hats are red. There are also mushrooms, they grow in pine forests, and multi-colored russula grow everywhere.
Yes, you know our mushroom diploma! - grandfather was surprised and, taking out a whole heap of yellow-red lamellar mushrooms from the basket, he said:
Since you all know mushrooms, help me find the right word:
Golden…
Very friendly sisters
They wear red berets
Autumn is brought to the forest in summer.
The girls were embarrassedly silent.
This poem is about chanterelles: they grow up in a huge family and in the grass, like autumn leaves, they turn golden, - explained the all-knowing Porfiry.
Anyuta said offendedly:
Grandpa, we only studied some mushrooms at school. The teacher told us that there are a lot of poisonous mushrooms among them, they should not be eaten. She also said that now even good mushrooms can be poisoned, and it is better not to collect them at all.
The teacher correctly told you that poisonous mushrooms cannot be eaten and that now many good mushrooms are becoming harmful to humans. Factories emit all sorts of waste into the atmosphere, and various harmful substances settle in the forests, especially near large cities, and mushrooms absorb them. But good mushrooms a lot of! You just need to make friends with them, then they themselves will run out to meet you when you come to the forest.
Oh, what a wonderful fungus, strong, plump, in a light brown velvet cap! exclaimed Mashenka, sticking her nose into the basket.
This, Masha, white jumped out ahead of time. They usually appear in July. They say about him:
A strong boletus came out,
Whoever sees him, everyone will bow.
Grandpa, why is a boletus called white if it has a brown hat? - asked Mashenka.
It has white flesh, tasty and fragrant. In boletus, for example, the flesh turns blue if you cut it, while in whites the flesh does not darken either when cut, or when boiled, or when dried. This mushroom has long been considered one of the most nutritious among the people. I have a professor friend, he studies mushrooms. So he told me that in mushrooms, scientists found the twenty most important amino acids for humans, as well as many vitamins and minerals. No wonder these mushrooms are called forest meat, because they contain even more proteins than meat.
Grandfather, and the teacher told us that in the future people will grow all the mushrooms in the gardens and buy in the store, - said Anyuta, and Mishenka added:
Mom bought us mushrooms in the store - white champignons and gray oyster mushrooms, very tasty. Oyster mushrooms have hats that look like ears, and they have grown together with each other, as if one mushroom turned out.
Your teacher is right, yes only Forest mushrooms give people the healing properties of the forest and its best aromas. A person cannot grow many mushrooms in the garden: they cannot live without trees and without a forest. A mushroom picker with trees, like inseparable brothers intertwined with roots and feed each other. Yes and poisonous mushrooms not so much, it's just that people don't know much about mushrooms. Every mushroom is useful in some way. However, go to the forest, the mushrooms will tell you everything about themselves.
In the meantime, let me tell you my fairy tale about mushrooms, ”Porfiry suggested, and everyone happily agreed.
mushroom pharmacy
A. Lopatina
I made friends with the forest when I was still a small kitten. The forest knows me well, always greets me like an old acquaintance, and does not hide its secrets from me. Somehow, from intense mental work, I got an acute migraine, and I decided to go into the forest to get some air. I walk through the forest, I breathe. The air in our pine forest is excellent, and I immediately felt better. Mushrooms by that time poured out apparently-invisibly. I sometimes chat with them, but here I had no time for talking. Suddenly, in a clearing, a whole family of oilers with chocolate slippery hats and yellow caftans with white frills met me:
What are you, cat, walking past us, not saying hello? - they ask in unison.
I don’t have time to talk, I say, my head hurts.
Moreover, stop and have a bite to eat with us, - they squeaked again in unison. - In us, boron oils, there is a special resinous substance, which is sharp headache removes.
I never complained about raw mushrooms, especially after my grandmother's delicious mushroom dishes. But then I decided to eat a couple of small butternuts right raw: my head ached very much. They turned out to be so elastic, slippery and sweet that they themselves slipped into the mouth and the pain in the head was removed as if by hand.
I thanked them and moved on. I look, my friend squirrel turned an old huge pine tree into a mushroom dryer. She dries mushrooms on knots: russula, mushrooms, mushrooms. Mushrooms are all good and edible. But among the good and edible ones, I suddenly saw ... fly agaric! Stumbled upon a knot - red, with a whole speck. “Why is the fly agaric squirrel poisonous?” - think. Then she herself appeared with another fly agaric in her paws.
Hello, squirrel, - I tell her, - who are you going to poison with fly agarics?
You're talking nonsense, - the squirrel snorted. - Fly agaric is one of the wonderful medicines of the mushroom pharmacy. Sometimes I get bored in winter, I get nervous, then a piece of fly agaric calms me down. Yes, fly agaric not only helps with nervous disorders. He treats tuberculosis, rheumatism, spinal cord, and eczema.
And what other mushrooms are there in a mushroom pharmacy? I ask the squirrel.
I have no time to explain to you, I have a lot to do. Three clearings from here you will find a large fly agaric, he is our chief pharmacist, ask him, - the squirrel rattled and galloped away, only the red tail flashed.
I found that field. There is a fly agaric on it, itself “dark red”, and from under the hat he lowered down along the leg white pantaloons and even with folds. A pretty wave sits next to him, all picked up, her lips rounded, licking her lips. A hat has grown from mushrooms on long brown legs and in brown scaly hats on a stump - a friendly family of fifty mushrooms and mushrooms. Young people have beret caps and white aprons hanging on their legs, while old people wear flat hats with a tubercle in the middle and throw off their aprons: adults do not need aprons. To the side in a circle, the talkers sat down. They are shy, their hats are not fashionable, gray-brown with the edges turned down. They hide their whitish records under their hats and mutter about something quietly. I bowed to the whole honest company and explained to them why I had come.
Fly agaric - the chief pharmacist, tells me:
Finally, you, Porfiry, looked in on us, otherwise you always ran past. Well, I'm not offended. Recently, rarely anyone bows to me, more often they kick me and knock me down with sticks. In ancient times, it was a different matter: with my help, local doctors treated all sorts of skin lesions, diseases of internal organs, and even mental disorders.
People, for example, use penicillin and other antibiotics, but do not remember that they were obtained from mushrooms, but not from hats, but from microscopic ones. But we, hat mushrooms, are not the last in this matter. The sisters of the talker and their relatives - rows and serushkas, also have antibiotics, which even successfully cope with tuberculosis and typhoid, and mushroom pickers do not favor them. Mushroom pickers sometimes even pass by mushrooms. They do not know that mushrooms are a storehouse of vitamin B, as well as the most important elements for humans - zinc and copper.
Then a magpie flew into the clearing and chirped:
Nightmare, nightmare, a bear cub got sick. He made his way to the landfill and ate rotten vegetables there. He is now roaring in pain and rolling on the ground.
The fly agaric bent down to his assistant, the wave, consulted with her and said to the magpie:
To the northwest of the bear's den, false mushrooms on a stump grow in lemon-yellow caps. Tell the she-bear to give them to her son to cleanse the stomach and intestines. Yes, warn me, let him not give much, otherwise they are poisonous. After two hours, let him feed him mushrooms: they will calm him down and reinforce him.
Then I said goodbye to the mushrooms and ran home, because I felt that the time had come for me to reinforce my strength with something.
Two fairy tales
N. Pavlova
The little girl went to the forest for mushrooms. I went to the edge and let's brag:
You, Les, better not hide the mushrooms from me! I'll still get a full basket. I know everything, all your secrets!
Don't brag! - rustled - Les. - Don't brag! Where is everything!
But you'll see, - said the girl and went to look for mushrooms.
In the small grass, between the birches, boletus mushrooms grew: gray, soft hats, legs with black shag. In a young aspen forest, fat, strong little aspen mushrooms in tightly pulled orange caps gathered.
And in the twilight, under the fir-trees, among the rotten needles, the girl found short little mushrooms: red-haired, greenish, striped, and in the middle of the hat there was a dimple, as if the little animal had pressed its paw.
The girl picked up a full basket of mushrooms, and even with a top! Went to the edge and said:
You see, Les, how many different mushrooms I got? So I know where to look for them. Not in vain did I boast that I know all your secrets.
Where is everything! Les murmured. - I have more secrets than leaves on trees. And what do you know? You don’t even know why boletus grows only under birch trees, aspen mushrooms - under aspens, mushrooms - under fir trees and pines.
And here it is, - the girl answered. But she said it just like that, out of stubbornness.
You don’t know this, you don’t know, - the Forest rustled,
Tell it - it will be a fairy tale!
I know what a fairy tale, - the girl was stubborn. - Wait a little, I'll remember it and tell you myself.
She sat on a stump, thought, and then began to tell.
There used to be such a time that mushrooms did not stand in one place, but ran all over the forest, danced, stood upside down, and played naughty.
Everyone in the forest used to know how to dance. One Bear could not. And he was the biggest boss. Once in the forest they were celebrating the birthday of a hundred-year-old tree. Everyone was dancing, and the Bear - the most important one - was sitting like a stump. It was a shame to him, and he decided to learn to dance. I chose a clearing for myself and began to practice there. But he, of course, did not want to be seen, he was shy, and therefore he gave the order:
No one will ever appear in my clearing.
And this glade was very fond of mushrooms. And they disobeyed the order. They waited when the Bear lay down to rest, left the Grebe to guard him, and they themselves ran into the clearing to play.
The bear woke up, saw a Toadstool in front of his nose and shouted:
What are you doing here? And she replies:
All the mushrooms fled to your clearing, and they left me on guard.
The bear roared, jumped up, slapped Toadstool and rushed to the clearing.
And the mushrooms played magic there. Hiding somewhere. A fungus with a red cap hid under the Aspen, a red-haired one - under the Christmas tree, and a long-legged one with black shag - under the Birch.
And the Bear will jump out, and how he will yell - Ry-yyy! Come on, mushrooms! Gotcha! Mushrooms out of fear, so everything has grown to the place. Then Birch lowered the leaves and covered her fungus with them. The aspen dropped a round leaf directly onto the cap of its fungus.
And the fir-tree raked dry needles to Ryzhik with its paw.
The Bear looked for mushrooms, but he did not find any. Since then, those mushrooms that were hiding under the trees have been growing each under their own tree. Remember how it saved him. And now these mushrooms are called Boletus and Boletus. And Ryzhik remained Ryzhik, for being red. That's the whole story!
It's hard for you to figure it out! Les murmured. - A good fairy tale, but only the truth in it - not a bit. And you listen to my fairy tale-true. The roots of the forest also lived under the ground. Not alone - they lived in families: Birch - at the Birch, Aspen - at Aspen, Spruce - at the Christmas tree.
And now, come on, out of nowhere, homeless Roots appeared nearby. Miracle Roots! The thinnest web is thinner. They rummage in rotten leaves, in forest garbage, and what they find edible there, they eat and put aside in reserve. And the Birch Roots stretched out side by side, looking and envying.
We, - they say, - can't get anything out of decay, out of rot. And Divo-Koreshki answered:
You envy us, but they themselves have more goodness than ours.
And they guessed it! For nothing that a cobweb is a cobweb.
Birch Roots received a lot of help from their own Birch Leaves. The leaves sent food down the trunk to them. And from what they prepared this food, you need to ask them yourself. Divo-Koreshki is rich in one. Birch Roots - to others. And they decided to be friends. Divo-Koreshki clung to the Berezovs and entwined them around. And Birch Roots do not remain in debt: what they get, they will share with their comrades.
Since then, they have lived inseparably. And both are beneficial. Divo-Koreshki are growing wider, all stocks are being accumulated. And Birch is growing and getting stronger. Summer is in the middle, Birch Roots boast:
Our Birch's earrings are ruffled, the seeds are flying! And Divo-Roots answer:
That's how! Seeds! So it's time for us to get down to business. No sooner said than done: the gums jumped up on Divo-Koreshki. At first, they are small. But how did they start to grow! The Birch Roots did not have time to say anything, but they had already made their way through the ground. And they turned around in the wild, under Berezka, like young fungi. Legs with black shag. Hats are brown. And from under the caps, mushroom spore seeds are pouring.
The wind mixed them with birch seeds and scattered them through the forest. So the mushroom was related to the Birch. And since then, he has been inseparable from her. For this, they call him the boletus.
That's my whole fairy tale! She is about Boletus, but she is also about Ginger and Boletus. Only Ryzhik chose two trees: a Christmas tree and a Pine.
This is not a funny, but a very amazing tale, - said the girl. - Just think, some kind of baby fungus - and suddenly a giant tree feeds!
By mushrooms
N. Sladkov
I love collecting mushrooms!
You walk through the forest and look, listen, smell. Stroke the trees with your hands. Went here yesterday. I left at noon. First, he walked along the road. At the birch grove turn and - stop.
sweet grove! The trunks are white - close your eyes! The leaves flutter in the breeze like the sun ripples through water.
Under the birches - boletus. The stem is thin, the hat is wide. He closed the bottom of the body with some bright hats. I sat on a stump and listened.
I hear: chirping! This is what I need. I went to the chatter - I came to a pine forest. The pines are red from the sun, as if tanned. Yes, the skin has peeled off. The wind ruffles the peel, and it chirps like a grasshopper. Boletus mushroom in dry forest. With a thick foot he rested on the ground, pulled himself up and raised his head a pile of needles and leaves. The hat is pulled over his eyes, he looks angrily ...
Brown mushrooms laid the second layer in the body. I got up and smelled: the smell of strawberry pulled. I caught a strawberry trickle with my nose and walked as if on a string. Grass hill ahead. In the grass, late strawberries are large, juicy. And it smells like jam is being made here!
Lips began to stick together from strawberries. I'm not looking for mushrooms, not berries, but water. Barely found a stream. The water in it is dark, like strong tea. And this tea is brewed with mosses, heather, fallen leaves and flowers.
Along the stream - aspens. Under the aspens - boletus. Brave guys - in white T-shirts and red skullcaps. I put the third layer in the box - red.
Through the aspen - forest path. It winds, wags and where it leads is not known. Yes, and it doesn't matter! I go - and for each vilyushka: either chanterelles - yellow gramophones, then honey mushrooms - thin legs, then russula - saucers, and then all sorts went: saucers, cups, vases and lids. In vases, cookies are dry leaves. In cups, tea is a forest infusion. The top layer in the box is multi-colored. My body is with a top. And I keep walking: I look, I listen, I smell.
The path is over, the day is over. Clouds covered the sky. No signs either on earth or in heaven. Night, darkness. Went down the path back - got lost. He began to feel the ground with his palm. Felt, felt - felt the path. So I go, but when I get lost, I feel it with my palm. Tired, hands scratched. But here is a slap with a palm - water! Scooped up - a familiar taste. The same stream that is infused with mosses, flowers and herbs. Correctly the palm brought me out. Now I checked it with my tongue! Who will lead further? Then he moved his nose.
The breeze brought the smell from the same mountain on which strawberry jam was cooked during the day. And along the strawberry stream, as if by a thread, I went out to the familiar hill. And from here you can already hear: pine scales chirp in the wind!
Further the ear led. Velo, velo and led to a pine forest. The moon peeped through, lit up the forest. I saw in the valley cheerful birch grove. White trunks glisten in the moonlight - at least squint. Leaves tremble in the breeze like moon ripples on water. He reached the grove by eye. From here there is a direct road to the house. I love collecting mushrooms!
You walk through the forest, and everything is in your business: arms, legs, eyes, and ears. And even the nose and tongue! Breathe, look and smell. Good!
fly agaric
N. Sladkov
The handsome fly agaric looks kinder than Little Red Riding Hood, harmless ladybug. He also looks like a cheerful dwarf in a red beaded cap and lace knickers: he is about to stir, bow in his belt and say something good.
And in fact, although it is poisonous and inedible, it is not entirely bad: many inhabitants of the forest even eat it and do not get sick.
Moose, sometimes, chew, magpies peck, even squirrels, what they really understand about mushrooms, and even those, it happens, dry fly agarics for the winter.
In small proportions, fly agaric, like snake venom, does not poison, but heals. And the birds and animals know this. Know now you too.
But only themselves never - never! - do not try to be treated with fly agaric. Fly agaric, he is still a fly agaric - he can kill him!
rival
O. Chistyakovsky
Once I wanted to visit a distant hillock, where mushrooms grew in abundance. Here, finally, is my cherished place. Graceful young pines rose up the steep slope, covered with whitish dry reindeer moss and already faded heather bushes.
I was seized by the excitement of a true mushroom picker. With a hidden feeling of joy, he approached the foot of the mound. His eyes searched, it seemed, every square centimeter of the earth. I noticed a white fallen thick leg. He picked it up and turned it around in bewilderment. Boletus leg. Where is the hat? Cut it in half - not a single wormhole. After a few steps, I picked up another leg from white fungus. Did the mushroom picker cut off only the hats? I looked around and saw a leg from a russula, and a little further away from a flywheel.
The feeling of joy was replaced by annoyance. 'Cause it's laughter
Pick up a basket of mushroom legs alone, even from mushrooms!
We must go to another place, - I decided, and no longer paid attention to the white and yellow columns that came across every now and then.
He climbed to the top of the mound and sat down to rest on a stump. A squirrel jumped lightly from a pine tree a few paces away. She knocked down a large boletus, which I had just noticed, grabbed her hat with her teeth and walked onto the same pine. She strung her hat on a twig about two meters from the ground, and she herself jumped along the branches, gently swaying them. She jumped to another pine tree, jumped from it into the heather. And again the squirrel is on the tree, only it is already putting its prey between the trunk and the bough.
So that's who picked mushrooms on my way! The animal prepared them for the winter, hanging them on trees to dry. It can be seen that it was more convenient to string hats on knots than fibrous legs.
Is there really nothing left for me in this forest? I went looking for mushrooms in the other direction. And luck awaited me - in less than an hour I scored a full basket of magnificent mushrooms. My nimble rival did not have time to behead them.
Bunny and Bear cub
ecological tale
This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.
Once the Bunny and the Bear Cub went for a walk in the forest. They took their food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun shone. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped on it. Bunny and Bear cub played, had fun, somersaulted on the soft green grass.
Toward evening they were hungry and sat down to eat. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home satisfied.
Time has passed. The rascals again went for a walk in the forest. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the mood of the friends was upbeat, and they started competitions. But a misfortune happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the bear cub got into a tin can with its paw and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.
This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not get into such a story as animals.
Masha and the Bear
ecological tale
In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village in a hut, there lived a grandfather and a woman. And they had a granddaughter - a fidget named Masha. Masha was very fond of walking with her girlfriends on the street, playing different games.
Not far from that village was a large forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: father-bear Mikhailo Potapych, mother-bear Marya Potapovna, and son-bear cub - Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there were a lot of fish in the river, and there were enough berries with roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And what a clean air in the forest, clear water in the river, green grass all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.
And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to harvest rods and bark for weaving. All that forest fed and rescued. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going to the forest, picnics and arranging walks. They have fun, play, tear rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave garbage behind - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, papers, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up after themselves, they thought nothing terrible would happen.
And it became so dirty in that forest! Already mushrooms-berries do not grow, and flowers do not please the eyes, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why is it so dirty around? And then they saw how Masha and her friends were resting in the forest, and they understood where all the troubles in the forest came from. Mikhailo Potapych is furious! At the family council, the bears figured out how to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa bear, mother bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note so that people would not go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would hurt them.
People woke up in the morning and couldn't believe their eyes! All around - dirt, garbage, the earth can not be seen. And after reading the note, people were saddened, how can they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the rubbish. And they went to the forest to ask for forgiveness from the bears. They apologized for a long time, promised not to harm the forest anymore, to be friends with nature. The bears forgave them, taught them how to behave properly in the forest, not to cause harm. And everyone benefited from that friendship!
No place for trash
ecological tale
Lived - was Garbage. He was ugly and evil. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began to throw packages, newspapers, leftover food past the trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud of the fact that his possessions are everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage, Garbage "strength" adds. Some people scatter candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. Garbage only rejoices at this. After a while, the garbage became more and more.
Not far from the city lived the Wizard. He was very fond of a clean city and rejoiced at the people who live in it. One day he looked at the city, and was very upset. Candy wrappers, paper, plastic cups everywhere.
The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Accuracy, Order. And he said: “You see what the people have done! Let's clean up this city!" Assistants undertook to put things in order together with the Wizard. They took brooms, shovels, rakes and began to clean up all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness, order, and we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants sang. Garbage saw that Purity was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on, it’s better not to fight with us!”
The trash was horrified. Yes, how he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - how could I go somewhere? Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked sternly at him, as they began to threaten him with a broom. Garbage ran from the city, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove all of it. There are still yards, I'll wait for a better time!
And the Wizard's assistants removed all the rubbish. Around the city became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said, “This is paper—not trash. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it, ”and she placed old newspapers, magazines, cardboard in a paper container.
Neatness announced: “We will feed the birds and domestic animals with the rest of the food. The rest of the food waste will be taken to the food waste containers. And the glass, empty jars and glassware will be placed in a glass container.”
And Order continues: “And we will not throw away plastic cups and bottles. From plastic there will be new toys for children. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let's learn from nature, friends, ”and threw it into the plastic trash can.
So our magician and his assistants put things in order in the city, taught people to save natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.
Tale of the trash
ecological tale
In a distant, distant forest, on a small mountain in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and lived, whiled away the years. They lived together, guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.
And beauty is all around - you won’t take your eyes off! And mushrooms and berries, as much as you want, you can find. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old men could be proud of their forest.
And they had two assistants, two bears: the bustling Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not offend the foresters.
And everything would be all right, everything is fine, but one clear autumn morning, unexpectedly from the top of a high tree, Magpie screamed anxiously. Animals hid, birds scattered, they are waiting: what will happen?
The forest was filled with a rumble, and a cry, and anxiety, and a great noise. With baskets, buckets and backpacks, people came for mushrooms. Until the very evening, the cars honked, and the old forest man and the old forest woman, hiding in the hut, sat. And at night, the poor, they did not dare close their eyes.
And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the mountain, illuminated both the forest and the century-old hut. The old men came out, sat on the mound, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch themselves, take a walk in the forest. They looked around - and were stunned: the forest is not a forest, but some kind of dump, which is a pity to call it even a forest. Banks, bottles, papers and rags are scattered everywhere in disorder.
The old woodman shook his beard:
Yes, what is it doing? Let's go, old woman, clean up the forest, clean up the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!
They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, get close to each other. They turned like a screw - and an incomprehensible beast, skinny, untidy and terribly nasty, moreover, grew out of the garbage: Khlamishche-Okayanishche. It rumbles with bones, the whole forest laughs:
Along the road through the bushes - Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish! In untrodden places -
Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish! I am great, many-sided, I am paper, I am iron, I am plastic-useful, I am bottle-glass,
I am cursed, cursed! I will settle in your forest - I will bring a lot of grief! The foresters were frightened, they called the bears. The bustling Masha and the grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly, stood up on their hind legs. What is left to do for Hlamish-Okayanischu? Just drape. It rolled like rubbish over bushes, ditches and bumps, but everything is further away, but everything is to the side so that the bears do not get a single piece of paper. Gathered in a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became a Trash-Okayanischem: a skinny and nasty beast, moreover.
What to do? How to get to Khlamischa-Okayanishcha? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old foresters were depressed, the bears were quiet. They only hear: someone sings and rides through the forest. They look: and this is the Forest Queen on a huge fiery red fox. Rides - wonders: why is there so much rubbish lying around in the forest?
Remove all this rubbish immediately!
And the foresters in response:
Let us not cope! This is not just rubbish, this is the Trash-Okayanishche: an incomprehensible beast, skinny, untidy.
I don't see any animal and I don't believe you!
The Forest Queen bent down, reached out for a piece of paper, wanted to pick it up. And the paper flew away from her. All the rubbish gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, became a Trash-Okayanischem: a skinny and nasty beast, moreover.
The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:
Look at you, what a sight! That's the beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! A good hole is crying for you!
She waved her hand - the earth parted, a deep hole turned out. Khlamishche-Okayanishche fell down there, could not get out, lay down at the bottom.
The Forest Queen laughed:
That's it - fit!
The old foresters don't want to let her go, and that's it. The trash has disappeared, but the care remains.
And if people come again, what are we, Mother, going to do?
Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears into the forest!
The forest calmed down. The Forest Queen left on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their century-old hut, live, live, drink tea. The sky frowns or the sun shines, the forest - it is beautiful and joyfully bright. In the whisper of the leaves, in the breath of the wind, there is so much joy and joy of light! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!
Yes, only the cars hummed again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call for help from their bear neighbors. They entered the forest, growled, rose on their hind legs. People got scared and let's drape! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.
Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, taught the bears, they surrounded Khlamishche-Okayanishche, drove to the pit, drove into the pit. He could not get out of there, he lay down at the bottom.
Yes, but the troubles of the old woman-forester and the forester-grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers descended into the forest, hunters for bear skins. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled from the shots. Who could - flew away, and who could - ran away. For some reason, it became bleak in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!
Yes, only the hunters suddenly notice: a red fire flickers behind the bushes.
Save yourself! Let's run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's perish! Let's burn!
The hunters got into the cars noisily, got scared, rushed out of the forest. And this is just the Forest Queen rushing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the gorushka disappeared, the hut disappeared with the lumberjacks. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason there was a huge impenetrable swamp in that place.
The Forest Queen is waiting, when people become kind and wise, they stop misbehaving in the forest.
Ecological tales of mushrooms
noble mushroom
On a cozy forest glade strewn with flowers, two mushrooms grew - white and fly agaric. They grew up so close that if they wanted to, they could shake hands.
As soon as the early rays of the sun woke up the entire plant population of the clearing, the fly agaric mushroom always said to its neighbor:
Good morning buddy.
Mornings often turned out to be kind, but the porcini mushroom never answered the neighbor's greetings. This went on from day to day. But one day, to the usual fly agaric “good morning, buddy,” the porcini mushroom said:
How obsessive you are, brother!
I'm not intrusive, - the fly agaric modestly objected. “I just wanted to be friends with you.
Ha-ha-ha, the white man laughed. “Do you really think that I will start making friends with you?!
Why not? - the fly agaric asked good-naturedly.
Yes, because you are a toadstool, and I ... and I am a noble mushroom! Nobody likes you fly agarics, because you are poisonous, and we whites are edible and tasty. Judge for yourself: you can pickle us, and dry, and boil, and fry, we are rarely wormy. People love and appreciate us. And they hardly notice you, except that they kick you with your foot. Right?
That's right, - the fly agaric sighed sadly. But look at my beautiful hat! Bright and cheerful!
Hmm hat. Who needs your hat. - And the white fungus turned away from the neighbor.
And at this time, mushroom pickers came out into the clearing - a little girl with her father.
Mushrooms! Mushrooms! the girl shouted cheerfully when she saw our neighbors.
And this one? the girl asked, pointing to the fly agaric.
Let's leave this one, we don't need it.
He is poisonous.
Poisonous?! So it needs to be crushed!
Why. It is useful - evil flies sit on it and die. The white mushroom is noble, and the fly agaric is useful. And then, look what a beautiful, bright hat he has!
True, the girl agreed. - Let it stand.
And the fly agaric remained standing in the colorful clearing, delighting the eye with its bright red hat with white peas ...
Brave honey agaric
A lot of mushrooms sprouted in autumn. Yes, what good fellows - one more beautiful than the other!
Under the dark Christmas trees, the grandfathers of mushrooms are standing. They wear white caftans, rich hats on their heads: yellow velvet on the bottom, brown on top. A feast for the eyes!
Under the light aspens, the aspen fathers are standing. All in shaggy gray jackets, red hats on their heads. Also beauty!
Under the tall pines, the butterflies grow. They are wearing yellow shirts, oilcloth caps on their heads. Also good!
Under the alder bushes, the sisters of the russula dance round dances. Each sister is in a linen sarafan, her head is tied with a colored scarf. Also good!
And suddenly, next to the fallen birch, another honey mushroom grew. Yes, so invisible, so unsightly! The orphan has nothing: no caftan, no shirt, no cap. He stands barefoot on the ground, and his head is uncovered - blond curls curl into ringlets. Other mushrooms saw him and, well - laugh: - Look, what an untidy one! But where did you get out into the white world? Not a single mushroom picker will take you, no one will bow to you! The honey agaric shook his curls and answered:
Do not bow today, so I'll wait. Maybe someday I'll be nice.
But only no - mushroom pickers do not notice it. They walk between the dark fir trees, collect the grandfathers of mushrooms. And it gets colder in the forest. On the birches, the leaves turned yellow, on the mountain ash they turned red, on the aspens they became covered with spots. At night, cold dew falls on the moss.
And from this icy dew the grandfathers of mushrooms descended. Not a single one is left, they are all gone. It’s also chilly for the honey agaric to stand in a lowland. But even though his leg is thin, but it’s light, he took it, and even moved higher, to birch roots. And again waiting for mushroom pickers.
And mushroom pickers walk in the copses, collect the fathers of aspen mushrooms. They still don't look at Openok.
It got even colder in the forest. The siverko wind whistled, cut off all the leaves from the trees, the bare branches sway. It rains from morning to evening, and there is nowhere to hide from them.
And from these evil rains the aspen fathers descended. All are gone, none remain.
The honey agaric also floods with rain, but although it is puny, it is quick. He took it and jumped up on a birch stump. There is no downpour here. And the mushroom pickers still do not notice Openok. They walk in the bare forest, collect brothers oil and sisters of russula, put them in boxes. Is it really like this and the abyss of Openka for nothing, for nothing?
It became quite cold in the forest. Muddy clouds moved in, it became dark all around, snow groats began to fall from the sky. And from this snow groats came the brothers of butter and sisters of russula. Not a single cap is visible, not a single handkerchief flickers.
On an uncovered head, Openka croup also pours, gets stuck in curls. But the cunning Agaric did not blunder here either: he took it and jumped into a birch hollow. He sits under a reliable roof, slowly looks out: are mushroom pickers coming? And the mushroom pickers are right there. They wander through the forest with empty boxes, not a single fungus can be found. They saw Openka and were so happy: - Oh, dear! - they say. - Oh, you're brave! He was not afraid of rain or snow, he was waiting for us. Thank you for helping me through the most difficult times! And they bowed low, low to Openok.
mushroom war
In the red summer, there is a lot of everything in the forest - and all kinds of mushrooms, and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, and raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, puffs out of the ground, is angry at the berries: “You see that they have been born! It happened, and we are in honor, in high esteem, but now no one will even look at us!
Wait, - thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, - we, mushrooms, are a great force - we will bend down, strangle it, sweet berry!
The boletus conceived and made a war, sitting under an oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to call the mushrooms, began to call for help:
Go you, volushki, go to war!
Waves refused:
We are all old women, not guilty of war.
Go, you bastards!
Refused honey mushrooms:
Our legs are painfully thin, we will not go to war.
Hey morels! - shouted the mushroom-boletus. - Gear up for war!
Morels refused, they say:
We are old men, so where are we going to war!
The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:
Milk mushrooms, you guys are friendly, go fight with me, beat the arrogant berry!
Mushrooms with loaders responded:
We, milk mushrooms, we go with you to war, to forest and field berries, we will throw our hats on it, we will trample it with the fifth!
Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed together from the ground, a dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.
“Well, be in trouble,” the green grass thinks.
And at that time Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great cargo force, she gasped, sat down and, well, pick mushrooms and put them in the back. I collected it full-full, forcibly brought it home, and at home I dismantled the fungi by birth and by rank: volnushki - into tubs, honey mushrooms - into barrels, morels - into beetroots, mushrooms - into boxes, and the boletus mushroom got into mating; it was run through, dried and sold.
Since then, the mushroom has ceased to fight with the berry.
Introduction to mushrooms
In early July, it rained for a whole week. Anyuta and Mashenka became despondent. They missed the forest. Grandmother let them go for a walk in the yard, but as soon as the girls got wet, she immediately called them home. Cat Porfiry said when the girls called him for a walk:
What is it like to get wet in the rain? I'd rather sit at home, compose a fairy tale.
I also think that a soft sofa is a more suitable place for cats than wet grass, - Andreika agreed.
Grandfather, returning from the forest in a wet raincoat, laughingly said:
July rains nourish the earth, help her grow crops. Do not worry, soon we will go to the forest for mushrooms.
Alice, shaking herself so that wet dust flew in all directions, said:
Russula has already climbed, and in the aspen tree two small aspen mushrooms jumped out in red caps, but I left them, let them grow up.
Anyuta and Mashenka were impatiently waiting for grandfather to take them with him to pick mushrooms. Especially after he once brought a whole basket of young mushrooms. Taking strong mushrooms with gray legs and smooth brown caps out of the basket, he said to the girls:
Well, guess the riddle:
In the grove near the birch, the namesakes met.
I know, - Anyuta exclaimed, - these are boletus, they grow under birches, and boletus grows under aspens. They look like boletus, but their hats are red. There are also mushrooms, they grow in pine forests, and multi-colored russula grow everywhere.
Yes, you know our mushroom diploma! - grandfather was surprised and, taking out a whole heap of yellow-red lamellar mushrooms from the basket, he said:
Since you all know mushrooms, help me find the right word:
Golden…
Very friendly sisters
They wear red berets
Autumn is brought to the forest in summer.
The girls were embarrassedly silent.
This poem is about chanterelles: they grow up in a huge family and in the grass, like autumn leaves, they turn golden, - explained the all-knowing Porfiry.
Anyuta said offendedly:
Grandpa, we only studied some mushrooms at school. The teacher told us that there are a lot of poisonous mushrooms among them, they should not be eaten. She also said that now even good mushrooms can be poisoned, and it is better not to collect them at all.
The teacher correctly told you that poisonous mushrooms cannot be eaten and that now many good mushrooms are becoming harmful to humans. Factories emit all sorts of waste into the atmosphere, and various harmful substances settle in the forests, especially near large cities, and mushrooms absorb them. But there are many good mushrooms! You just need to make friends with them, then they themselves will run out to meet you when you come to the forest.
Oh, what a wonderful fungus, strong, plump, in a light brown velvet cap! exclaimed Mashenka, sticking her nose into the basket.
This, Masha, white jumped out ahead of time. They usually appear in July. They say about him:
A strong boletus came out,
Whoever sees him, everyone will bow.
Grandpa, why is a boletus called white if it has a brown hat? - asked Mashenka.
It has white flesh, tasty and fragrant. In boletus, for example, the flesh turns blue if you cut it, while in whites the flesh does not darken either when cut, or when boiled, or when dried. This mushroom has long been considered one of the most nutritious among the people. I have a professor friend, he studies mushrooms. So he told me that in mushrooms, scientists found the twenty most important amino acids for humans, as well as many vitamins and minerals. No wonder these mushrooms are called forest meat, because they contain even more proteins than meat.
Grandfather, and the teacher told us that in the future people will grow all the mushrooms in the gardens and buy in the store, - said Anyuta, and Mishenka added:
Mom bought us mushrooms in the store - white champignons and gray oyster mushrooms, very tasty. Oyster mushrooms have hats that look like ears, and they have grown together with each other, as if one mushroom turned out.
Your teacher is right, but only forest mushrooms give people the healing properties of the forest and its best aromas. A person cannot grow many mushrooms in the garden: they cannot live without trees and without a forest. A mushroom picker with trees, like inseparable brothers intertwined with roots and feed each other. Yes, and there are not so many poisonous mushrooms, it’s just that people don’t really understand mushrooms. Every mushroom is useful in some way. However, go to the forest, the mushrooms will tell you everything about themselves.
In the meantime, let me tell you my fairy tale about mushrooms, ”Porfiry suggested, and everyone happily agreed.
mushroom pharmacy
I made friends with the forest when I was still a small kitten. The forest knows me well, always greets me like an old acquaintance, and does not hide its secrets from me. Somehow, from intense mental work, I got an acute migraine, and I decided to go into the forest to get some air. I walk through the forest, I breathe. The air in our pine forest is excellent, and I immediately felt better. Mushrooms by that time poured out apparently-invisibly. I sometimes chat with them, but here I had no time for talking. Suddenly, in a clearing, a whole family of oilers with chocolate slippery hats and yellow caftans with white frills met me:
What are you, cat, walking past us, not saying hello? - they ask in unison.
I don’t have time to talk, I say, my head hurts.
Moreover, stop and have a bite to eat with us, - they squeaked again in unison. - In us, hog oils, there is a special resinous substance that relieves acute headaches.
I never complained about raw mushrooms, especially after my grandmother's delicious mushroom dishes. But then I decided to eat a couple of small butternuts right raw: my head ached very much. They turned out to be so elastic, slippery and sweet that they themselves slipped into the mouth and the pain in the head was removed as if by hand.
I thanked them and moved on. I look, my friend squirrel turned an old huge pine tree into a mushroom dryer. She dries mushrooms on knots: russula, mushrooms, mushrooms. Mushrooms are all good and edible. But among the good and edible ones, I suddenly saw ... fly agaric! Stumbled upon a knot - red, with a whole speck. “Why is the fly agaric squirrel poisonous?” - think. Then she herself appeared with another fly agaric in her paws.
Hello, squirrel, - I tell her, - who are you going to poison with fly agarics?
You're talking nonsense, - the squirrel snorted. - Fly agaric is one of the wonderful medicines of the mushroom pharmacy. Sometimes I get bored in winter, I get nervous, then a piece of fly agaric calms me down. Yes, fly agaric not only helps with nervous disorders. He treats tuberculosis, rheumatism, spinal cord, and eczema.
And what other mushrooms are there in a mushroom pharmacy? I ask the squirrel.
I have no time to explain to you, I have a lot to do. Three clearings from here you will find a large fly agaric, he is our chief pharmacist, ask him, - the squirrel rattled and galloped away, only the red tail flashed.
I found that field. There is a fly agaric on it, itself “dark red”, and from under the hat he lowered down along the leg white pantaloons and even with folds. A pretty wave sits next to him, all picked up, her lips rounded, licking her lips. A hat has grown from mushrooms on long brown legs and in brown scaly hats on a stump - a friendly family of fifty mushrooms and mushrooms. Young people have beret caps and white aprons hanging on their legs, while old people wear flat hats with a tubercle in the middle and throw off their aprons: adults do not need aprons. To the side in a circle, the talkers sat down. They are shy, their hats are not fashionable, gray-brown with the edges turned down. They hide their whitish records under their hats and mutter about something quietly. I bowed to the whole honest company and explained to them why I had come.
Fly agaric - the chief pharmacist, tells me:
Finally, you, Porfiry, looked in on us, otherwise you always ran past. Well, I'm not offended. Recently, rarely anyone bows to me, more often they kick me and knock me down with sticks. In ancient times, it was a different matter: with my help, local doctors treated all sorts of skin lesions, diseases of internal organs, and even mental disorders.
People, for example, use penicillin and other antibiotics, but do not remember that they were obtained from mushrooms, but not from hats, but from microscopic ones. But we, hat mushrooms, are not the last in this matter. The sisters of the talker and their relatives - rows and serushkas, also have antibiotics, which even successfully cope with tuberculosis and typhoid, and mushroom pickers do not favor them. Mushroom pickers sometimes even pass by mushrooms. They do not know that mushrooms are a storehouse of vitamin B, as well as the most important elements for humans - zinc and copper.
Then a magpie flew into the clearing and chirped:
Nightmare, nightmare, a bear cub got sick. He made his way to the landfill and ate rotten vegetables there. He is now roaring in pain and rolling on the ground.
The fly agaric bent down to his assistant, the wave, consulted with her and said to the magpie:
To the northwest of the bear's den, false mushrooms on a stump grow in lemon-yellow caps. Tell the she-bear to give them to her son to cleanse the stomach and intestines. Yes, warn me, let him not give much, otherwise they are poisonous. After two hours, let him feed him mushrooms: they will calm him down and reinforce him.
Then I said goodbye to the mushrooms and ran home, because I felt that the time had come for me to reinforce my strength with something.
Two fairy tales
The little girl went to the forest for mushrooms. I went to the edge and let's brag:
You, Les, better not hide the mushrooms from me! I'll still get a full basket. I know everything, all your secrets!
Don't brag! - rustled - Les. - Don't brag! Where is everything!
But you'll see, - said the girl and went to look for mushrooms.
In the small grass, between the birches, boletus mushrooms grew: gray, soft hats, legs with black shag. In a young aspen forest, fat, strong little aspen mushrooms in tightly pulled orange caps gathered.
And in the twilight, under the fir-trees, among the rotten needles, the girl found short little mushrooms: red-haired, greenish, striped, and in the middle of the hat there was a dimple, as if the little animal had pressed its paw.
The girl picked up a full basket of mushrooms, and even with a top! Went to the edge and said:
You see, Les, how many different mushrooms I got? So I know where to look for them. Not in vain did I boast that I know all your secrets.
Where is everything! Les murmured. - I have more secrets than leaves on trees. And what do you know? You don’t even know why boletus grows only under birch trees, aspen mushrooms - under aspens, mushrooms - under fir trees and pines.
And here it is, - the girl answered. But she said it just like that, out of stubbornness.
You don’t know this, you don’t know, - the Forest rustled,
Tell it - it will be a fairy tale!
I know what a fairy tale, - the girl was stubborn. - Wait a little, I'll remember it and tell you myself.
She sat on a stump, thought, and then began to tell.
There used to be such a time that mushrooms did not stand in one place, but ran all over the forest, danced, stood upside down, and played naughty.
Everyone in the forest used to know how to dance. One Bear could not. And he was the biggest boss. Once in the forest they were celebrating the birthday of a hundred-year-old tree. Everyone was dancing, and the Bear - the most important one - was sitting like a stump. It was a shame to him, and he decided to learn to dance. I chose a clearing for myself and began to practice there. But he, of course, did not want to be seen, he was shy, and therefore he gave the order:
No one will ever appear in my clearing.
And this glade was very fond of mushrooms. And they disobeyed the order. They waited when the Bear lay down to rest, left the Grebe to guard him, and they themselves ran into the clearing to play.
The bear woke up, saw a Toadstool in front of his nose and shouted:
What are you doing here? And she replies:
All the mushrooms fled to your clearing, and they left me on guard.
The bear roared, jumped up, slapped Toadstool and rushed to the clearing.
And the mushrooms played magic there. Hiding somewhere. A fungus with a red cap hid under the Aspen, a red-haired one - under the Christmas tree, and a long-legged one with black shag - under the Birch.
And the Bear will jump out, and how he will yell - Ry-yyy! Come on, mushrooms! Gotcha! Mushrooms out of fear, so everything has grown to the place. Then Birch lowered the leaves and covered her fungus with them. The aspen dropped a round leaf directly onto the cap of its fungus.
And the fir-tree raked dry needles to Ryzhik with its paw.
The Bear looked for mushrooms, but he did not find any. Since then, those mushrooms that were hiding under the trees have been growing each under their own tree. Remember how it saved him. And now these mushrooms are called Boletus and Boletus. And Ryzhik remained Ryzhik, for being red. That's the whole story!
It's hard for you to figure it out! Les murmured. - A good fairy tale, but only the truth in it - not a bit. And you listen to my fairy tale-true. The roots of the forest also lived under the ground. Not alone - they lived in families: Birch - at the Birch, Aspen - at Aspen, Spruce - at the Christmas tree.
And now, come on, out of nowhere, homeless Roots appeared nearby. Miracle Roots! The thinnest web is thinner. They rummage in rotten leaves, in forest garbage, and what they find edible there, they eat and put aside in reserve. And the Birch Roots stretched out side by side, looking and envying.
We, - they say, - can't get anything out of decay, out of rot. And Divo-Koreshki answered:
You envy us, but they themselves have more goodness than ours.
And they guessed it! For nothing that a cobweb is a cobweb.
Birch Roots received a lot of help from their own Birch Leaves. The leaves sent food down the trunk to them. And from what they prepared this food, you need to ask them yourself. Divo-Koreshki is rich in one. Birch Roots - to others. And they decided to be friends. Divo-Koreshki clung to the Berezovs and entwined them around. And Birch Roots do not remain in debt: what they get, they will share with their comrades.
Since then, they have lived inseparably. And both are beneficial. Divo-Koreshki are growing wider, all stocks are being accumulated. And Birch is growing and getting stronger. Summer is in the middle, Birch Roots boast:
Our Birch's earrings are ruffled, the seeds are flying! And Divo-Roots answer:
That's how! Seeds! So it's time for us to get down to business. No sooner said than done: the gums jumped up on Divo-Koreshki. At first, they are small. But how did they start to grow! The Birch Roots did not have time to say anything, but they had already made their way through the ground. And they turned around in the wild, under Berezka, like young fungi. Legs with black shag. Hats are brown. And from under the caps, mushroom spore seeds are pouring.
The wind mixed them with birch seeds and scattered them through the forest. So the mushroom was related to the Birch. And since then, he has been inseparable from her. For this, they call him the boletus.
That's my whole fairy tale! She is about Boletus, but she is also about Ginger and Boletus. Only Ryzhik chose two trees: a Christmas tree and a Pine.
This is not a funny, but a very amazing tale, - said the girl. - Just think, some kind of baby fungus - and suddenly a giant tree feeds!
By mushrooms
I love collecting mushrooms!
You walk through the forest and look, listen, smell. Stroke the trees with your hands. Went here yesterday. I left at noon. First, he walked along the road. At the birch grove turn and - stop.
sweet grove! The trunks are white - close your eyes! The leaves flutter in the breeze like the sun ripples through water.
Under the birches - boletus. The stem is thin, the hat is wide. He closed the bottom of the body with some bright hats. I sat on a stump and listened.
I hear: chirping! This is what I need. I went to the chatter - I came to a pine forest. The pines are red from the sun, as if tanned. Yes, the skin has peeled off. The wind ruffles the peel, and it chirps like a grasshopper. Boletus mushroom in dry forest. With a thick foot he rested on the ground, pulled himself up and raised his head a pile of needles and leaves. The hat is pulled over his eyes, he looks angrily ...
Brown mushrooms laid the second layer in the body. I got up and smelled: the smell of strawberry pulled. I caught a strawberry trickle with my nose and walked as if on a string. Grass hill ahead. In the grass, late strawberries are large, juicy. And it smells like jam is being made here!
Lips began to stick together from strawberries. I'm not looking for mushrooms, not berries, but water. Barely found a stream. The water in it is dark, like strong tea. And this tea is brewed with mosses, heather, fallen leaves and flowers.
Along the stream - aspens. Under the aspens - boletus. Brave guys - in white T-shirts and red skullcaps. I put the third layer in the box - red.
Through the aspen - forest path. It winds, wags and where it leads is not known. Yes, and it doesn't matter! I go - and for each vilyushka: either chanterelles - yellow gramophones, then honey mushrooms - thin legs, then russula - saucers, and then all sorts went: saucers, cups, vases and lids. In vases, cookies are dry leaves. In cups, tea is a forest infusion. The top layer in the box is multi-colored. My body is with a top. And I keep walking: I look, I listen, I smell.
The path is over, the day is over. Clouds covered the sky. No signs either on earth or in heaven. Night, darkness. Went down the path back - got lost. He began to feel the ground with his palm. Felt, felt - felt the path. So I go, but when I get lost, I feel it with my palm. Tired, hands scratched. But here is a slap with a palm - water! Scooped up - a familiar taste. The same stream that is infused with mosses, flowers and herbs. Correctly the palm brought me out. Now I checked it with my tongue! Who will lead further? Then he moved his nose.
The breeze brought the smell from the same mountain on which strawberry jam was cooked during the day. And along the strawberry stream, as if by a thread, I went out to the familiar hill. And from here you can already hear: pine scales chirp in the wind!
Further the ear led. Velo, velo and led to a pine forest. The moon peeped through, lit up the forest. I saw a cheerful birch grove in the lowlands. White trunks glisten in the moonlight - at least squint. Leaves tremble in the breeze like moon ripples on water. He reached the grove by eye. From here there is a direct road to the house. I love collecting mushrooms!
You walk through the forest, and everything is in your business: arms, legs, eyes, and ears. And even the nose and tongue! Breathe, look and smell. Good!
fly agaric
The handsome fly agaric is kinder in appearance than Little Red Riding Hood, more harmless than a ladybug. He also looks like a cheerful dwarf in a red beaded cap and lace knickers: he is about to stir, bow in his belt and say something good.
And in fact, although it is poisonous and inedible, it is not entirely bad: many inhabitants of the forest even eat it and do not get sick.
Moose, sometimes, chew, magpies peck, even squirrels, what they really understand about mushrooms, and even those, it happens, dry fly agarics for the winter.
In small proportions, fly agaric, like snake venom, does not poison, but heals. And the birds and animals know this. Know now you too.
But only themselves never - never! - do not try to be treated with fly agaric. Fly agaric, he is still a fly agaric - he can kill him!
rival
Once I wanted to visit a distant hillock, where mushrooms grew in abundance. Here, finally, is my cherished place. Graceful young pines rose up the steep slope, covered with whitish dry reindeer moss and already faded heather bushes.
I was seized by the excitement of a true mushroom picker. With a hidden feeling of joy, he approached the foot of the mound. His eyes searched, it seemed, every square centimeter of the earth. I noticed a white fallen thick leg. He picked it up and turned it around in bewilderment. Boletus leg. Where is the hat? Cut it in half - not a single wormhole. After a few steps, I picked up another leg from a porcini mushroom. Did the mushroom picker cut off only the hats? I looked around and saw a leg from a russula, and a little further away from a flywheel.
The feeling of joy was replaced by annoyance. 'Cause it's laughter
Pick up a basket of mushroom legs alone, even from mushrooms!
We must go to another place, - I decided, and no longer paid attention to the white and yellow columns that came across every now and then.
He climbed to the top of the mound and sat down to rest on a stump. A squirrel jumped lightly from a pine tree a few paces away. She knocked down a large boletus, which I had just noticed, grabbed her hat with her teeth and walked onto the same pine. She strung her hat on a twig about two meters from the ground, and she herself jumped along the branches, gently swaying them. She jumped to another pine tree, jumped from it into the heather. And again the squirrel is on the tree, only it is already putting its prey between the trunk and the bough.
So that's who picked mushrooms on my way! The animal prepared them for the winter, hanging them on trees to dry. It can be seen that it was more convenient to string hats on knots than fibrous legs.
Is there really nothing left for me in this forest? I went looking for mushrooms in the other direction. And luck awaited me - in less than an hour I scored a full basket of magnificent mushrooms. My nimble rival did not have time to behead them.
Ecological tales about water
History of one Drop
(sad story about water)
A clear stream of water ran from an open faucet. Water fell directly to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably soaking into the soil cracked from the scorching sun.
A heavy drop of water, timidly peeping out of this trickle, looked down with apprehension. In a fraction of a second, her whole long, eventful life flashed through her head.
She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the earth. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among the birch trees whispering affectionate words to them, among the flowers of the meadows glowing with bright colors, among the fragrant forest grasses. How Little Droplet loved to look at the clear high sky, at the clouds, light as a feather, slowly floating and reflected in the small mirror of the Spring.
The droplet remembered how the Spring, which had become bold and strong over time, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, mounds and sandy embankments on its way, swept along the lowland, choosing a place for its new haven.
Thus was born the River, which twisted like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.
And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. A small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Numerous birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. Roe deer and deer visited the watering place at sunrise, the storm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - was not against tasting the purest and most delicious icy water.
Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans that settled nearby by the water.
And in winter, children's laughter was heard near the River, kids and adults set up a skating rink on the River and now glided across the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! Droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with people.
All this was. But it seems so long ago!
For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, to enjoy the River, to drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, not just takes, but spends it not at all in a businesslike manner.
And now the water was flowing in a thin stream from the tap, and the Drop of water, closing its eyes, went to a frightening, unknown future.
“Do I have a future? Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”
How the cloud was in the desert
(a fairy tale about a place where there is no water)
Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought, looking around. Everything is so yellow...
The wind came up and flattened the sandy hills.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought again. Everything is so smooth...
The sun got hotter.
How beautiful it is! Cloud thought once again. Everything is so warm...
So the whole day passed. Behind him the second, third ... The cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.
Week is gone. Month. The desert was both warm and light. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.
There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, a splash of fish in the river.
Cloud cried. No, the desert does not see either lush meadows or dense oak forests, does not inhale the fragrance of flowers to its inhabitants, does not hear the sonorous trill of a nightingale.
There is no the most important thing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.
The Power of Rain and Friendship
(a fairy tale about the life-giving power of water)
An alarmed Bee circled over the lawn.
How to be? There is no rain for many days.
She looked around the lawn. Dejectedly, the bells lowered their heads. Daisies folded snow-white petals. The drooping grass looked hopefully at the sky. The birches and the mountain ash were talking unhappily among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from pale green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Beetles, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. They languished from the heat in their warm coats, hiding in holes, and not paying attention to each other, the Hare, the Fox and the Wolf. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry tree in order to save himself from the scorching sun at least there.
Tired of the heat. And there was no rain.
Grandfather Bear, - the Bee buzzed, - tell me how to be. There is no escape from the w-w-heat. Dozh-zh-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.
And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - the wise old Bear answered, - he walks around the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.
The bee flew in search of the breeze.
And he was mischievous at that time in distant countries. Barely found him Bee, told about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by the Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. It didn’t take long for Cloud to understand why Bee and Veterok disturbed him. And when I saw the drying forests, fields, meadows, unfortunate animals, I became worried:
Help the lawn and its inhabitants!
The cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.
She pouted - she pouted until she burst into a warm summer rain.
The rain danced famously across the revived lawn. He walked the Earth, and everything around
ate water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.
And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.
Little Frog Story
(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)
Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looked into the sky.
The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. It must be the pond, just the other way around. And if so, then there are certainly frogs.
He jumped up on his thin paws and shouted:
Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pool! If you can hear me, answer me! Let's be friends!
But no one responded.
Ah well! exclaimed the Frog. “Are you playing hide-and-seek with me?! There you are!
And he made a funny face.
Mom - Frog, nearby stalking a mosquito, just laughed.
Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.
But it often rains from the sky, and at night it darkens, like our water in the pond. And these delicious mosquitoes soar so often!
How little you are, - Mom laughed again. - Mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they rise into the air. And the water in our pond on hot days evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?
Uh-huh, - the Frog nodded with a green head.
And I thought to myself:
Anyway, someday I will find a friend from the sky. After all, there is water! So, there is also a Frog!!!
All living things need water
ecological tale
There lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the woods. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not prevent the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny walks, walks, and a hedgehog, not a head, not legs, meets him in a friend.
- Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"
- "Hello bunny! And why rejoice, look at the weather, it has been raining all morning, the mood is disgusting.
- "Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, but the sun always shone."
- “It would be great, you can walk, sing songs, have fun!”
- “Yeah, a hedgehog, no matter how. If there is no rain, all trees, grass, flowers, all living things will dry up and die.”
- "Come on, hare, I don't believe you."
- "Let's check it out"?
- And how are we going to check it?
- "Very simple, here, hold a hedgehog a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me to you."
- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”
- "Hedgehog and you give me flowers."
- "Yes, just keep it."
- “And now it's time to check the hedgehog. Now we will go each to our own home. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, a hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but do not pour water.
- "Good hare. Goodbye"!
Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went out for a walk in the forest. On this day, the bright sun shone and warmed with its warm rays. A bunny walks and suddenly a hedgehog meets him, not his head, not his legs.
- "Hedgehog, are you sad again"? The rain has long ended, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should rejoice."
- “Yes, why should the hare rejoice. The flowers you gave me have withered. I'm so sorry, it was your gift."
- “Hedgehog, did you understand why your flowers withered”?
“Of course I understand, now I understand everything. They withered because they were in a vase without water.”
- “Yes, a hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry up and die. And rain is water droplets that fall to the ground and nourish all flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to rejoice in everything and the rain and the sun.
- “Bunny, I understand everything, thank you. Let's go for a walk in the forest together and enjoy everything around!
Tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth
ecological tale
Once upon a time there was a king, and he had three sons. Once the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought precious stones, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone began to laugh at him, and he said:
Water is the greatest miracle on earth. For a sip of water, a traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewels. He suffered from thirst. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him a supply with me. I did not need his jewelry, I realized that water is more precious than any wealth.
And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it started to rain, filling it with life-giving moisture.
For the third time, I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we didn’t stop the fire, the whole village could burn down if it were thrown onto it. We needed a lot of water, but we coped with the whole world. That was the end of my search.
And now, I think, you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing living on Earth. And birds, and animals, and fish, and people will not live a day without water. And yet water has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam, - the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.
The king listened to his youngest son and declared water to be the greatest miracle on earth. He commanded in his royal decree to save water, not to pollute water bodies.
Ecological tales about plants
GRANDMA FEDOR AND GERANIUM
Geranium lived. Poor, unfortunate Geranium. Once she was very beautiful. And now... What happened to her. The flowers withered, the leaves withered, and the roots had long lost their strength ... The earth in a cracked pot asked for clean water ... but no one could help either the earth, or the flowers, or the leaves.
And the fault was the grandmother of Fedor. Lazy and sloppy. She did not look after Geranium and generally forgot about her a long time ago.
And poor Geranium tried with all her might to make the world around Grandma Fedora beautiful ... but all her attempts were in vain.
And then the day came when Gerani's strength was running out ... And she decided to leave her grandmother Fyodor. She left her. She looked forlornly at the house in which she lived and left.
Fyodor's grandmother woke up in the morning and does not understand what happened.
- It’s somehow not good for me today, I’m restless and I feel bad. What is it, why is it so?
For a long time, Fedor's grandmother could not understand what was wrong.
But then a mouse appeared from behind the stove.
- What, grandmother, is it bad for you?
- Bad mouse, bad ..
– Can I tell you why?
Why not?
- This is all because Geranium left your house.
Only now, after the words of the mouse, Grandmother Fyodor noticed that the window sill near the dirty, dusty window was empty.
“You probably don’t know,” continued the mouse, “but Geranium is a special plant. Its aroma heals the human soul, soothes, protects and helps to cope with all difficulties.
“But I didn’t know…” Fedora sighed sadly. - But even if I knew ... For all the time that Geranium lived with me, I never felt its beneficial effect on me.
- Did you take care of her?
- What do you need to take care of?
- Of course! Water the earth, loosen, feed the roots. And she also needs sunlight ... And you look at your window - dusty, dirty!
– Oh, what to do now? Grandmother Fedor sighed.
- Go and return Geranium - the Mouse simply answered.
And grandmother Fyodor went through the fields, through the meadows ... She walked for a long time. Came to the field. He sees her Geranium sitting all so poor, unhappy ... Sheds bitter tears.
- Geranium, dear, forgive me. I feel so bad without you. Come back home, please. I will take care of you, take care of you.
Geran forgave grandmother Fedor. They returned home.
Fyodor's grandmother planted Geranium in a new pot, poured new earth, loosened it, watered the leaves, and washed the window to Sun rays caressed the geranium flowers with their warmth and light. And Geranium blossomed with happiness, and filled Fedora's house with a wonderful, beneficial aroma.
Since then, Grandma Fyodor has been taking care of her Geranium and always takes care of her.
HOW THE GROWTH GOT A NAME
In one small town there was a small kindergarten in which small but very good children were brought up. They were very fond of animals, birds, plants. Children, although they were still quite small, could already take care of the inhabitants of their living corner. They were such good and obedient children.
But when the kids went home and it became quiet in the corridors of the kindergarten, plants and animals talked to each other.
And then one day Lily, who was standing on the windowsill next to Begonia, exclaimed in surprise:
“Look, there is a pot next to me, in which there is nothing but earth.
“You know, dear Lilia,” said Begonia, “I saw how the children diligently watered this land today.
“It’s strange,” Cactus sighed, “there is an empty land, but they are watering ...
“And there is nothing strange in that,” said Fern, the wisest of all plants. - Since our children are watering this land in a pot, it means they are waiting for something.
What can they expect? Lily was surprised.
- Like what? A new little sprout that will emerge from a small seed, which in turn is still hiding deep in the ground.
- Oh, that's it! All the plants gasped at once. – So soon we will have a new pet!
“I wonder who he will look like?” - asked Begonia, and at once the assumptions of plants rained down from all sides, for each of them believed that the sprout would look exactly like him.
And meanwhile, a small seed appeared a small sprout.
Once, when the indoor flowers were once again arguing about something, they heard a thin voice:
- Hello!
- Oh, just look, our little sprout was born! Lily exclaimed.
- Hello, sprout! Begonia greeted. - What is your name?
“But I don’t know ...” the sprout grieved.
- That is OK. Do not worry. Fern reassured him. “We all know our names here, they are written on the signs of our houses. As soon as you grow up a little, we will look at who you will look like and find out your name.
Day after day passed. Every day the children took care of the sprout. They watered it and loosened the earth, fed it with vitamins. And the sprout kept growing, gaining strength and filling the space around it with a wonderful, soothing aroma.
– What is my name? - the sprout was perplexed. All the flowers around me have names. And who am I?
So a few more days passed. The sprout has ceased to be just a sprout. He grew up and turned into a fragrant flower, with soft carved leaves, with small pink flowers, each petal of which looked like a small heart.
The solemn moment has come. One fine morning, the children attached to flower pot title.
“Geranium” was written on this plate, and at night, when the kindergarten was empty again, all the inhabitants of the living corner noticed that the new pet now had a name.
- Hello Geranium, welcome Geranium, how are you Geranium - was heard from all sides and young Geranium was insanely happy that now she knows her name.
So from a small sprout grew a houseplant, which still lives in one small kindergarten in which small but very good children are brought up.
HOW MAN TAMED PLANTS
Long ago, when people didn't know what houseplants, there lived a Man. Every spring he enjoyed the awakening of the plants near his house, every summer he rejoiced at the green foliage of the trees, and every autumn, with sadness, he watched how the leaves fell from the trees and the grass turned yellow.
Once, when the summer was almost over, the Man realized that he did not want to part with the green foliage and decided that he would hide the plants at home, in warmth and comfort.
The Man went to the tree and asked:
- Tree, give me one of your branches, I will plant it at home, and it will delight me with its green leaves all winter.
“Take it,” said the Tree. - But remember that Nature takes care of her creations so that they can please you, Man, but can you replace Nature with a branch?
“I am a Man, I can do anything,” the Man answered, took a twig and went home.
The Man came home, chose the most beautiful pot, poured the best earth into it, planted a twig in it and waited.
A day passed, another, but a small twig, instead of growing and blooming, began to lean towards the ground, wither and wither.
– What is the matter with her? the Man wondered. - What am I doing wrong? I'll go ask Tree.
The Man came to the Tree.
- What, Man, how is my twig doing? Tree asked.
- Badly. The branch withers and withers. Help me Tree. What am I doing wrong? He poured the best earth, took the most beautiful pot ...
“Oh, you, Man…” the Tree sighed. “For a long time we, trees, live on the earth and do not wither, because Nature made it so that clouds and clouds, passing over us, poured rain. Rain moistens the soil, nourishes our roots, and in response we rustle the foliage gratefully.
Thank you Tree! - said the Man and hurried home.
Arriving home, the Man filled a jug with soft water at room temperature and watered his twig. The twig sighed, straightened up and stretched its small leaves up. The man was delighted that he did everything right.
A day passed, another ... And again the branch fell ill. The man poured water on it, but in response, the twig only moved the leaves very slightly and continued to wither.
"What's wrong with her again?" I'll go and ask the Tree, the Man decided.
And the Man came to the Tree.
“Hello, Man,” said the Tree. How is my branch doing?
- Badly. Help me, Tree, the Man pleaded. - I water it as soon as the earth dries up, but something again the branch withers. What am I doing wrong?
“Oh, you, Man,” the Tree sighed. “Nature designed it so that the roots of trees go deep underground, and air and water cannot get to them, because the earth is too dense. Therefore, Nature gave us helpers. Earthworms and other creatures live underground, which dig passages near the roots and thereby loosen the earth, so the roots of trees can breathe.
“Thank you, Tree,” exclaimed the Man, and hurried home.
The Man came home, took a stick and carefully, so as not to damage the delicate roots of his twig, loosened the ground. The twig took a deep breath, straightened up and rustled with young leaves.
The Man rejoiced.
So autumn passed and winter came. One day, on a cold winter morning, the Man noticed that the twig was sad again. The man watered the twig, loosened the ground, but nothing helped.
The Man went to the Tree, but could not wake him up, because in winter the trees all sleep and probably see the most beautiful dreams.
Frightened Man. Will his branch die?
He came home sad and suddenly hears a quiet voice:
Man, listen to me...
- Who is speaking? The Man was surprised.
- It's me, your branch. It's winter outside, Man, and Nature has conceived that in winter, when it's cold, all the trees, flowers and plants are asleep.
But my home is warm and cozy. Doesn't that make you happy? asked the Man.
- I am glad, but Nature gives us sunlight so that all flowers and trees can grow.
- Oh, that's it! exclaimed the Man. - Now I understand!
The Man took a pot with a twig and put it in the brightest place in his house - on the windowsill.
So the branch settled on the windowsill. Outside the window is winter, and at the Man's house a twig grows and blooms.
So Man understood what exactly needs to be done so that flowers can grow at home. They need to be looked after, to create conditions close to natural for them. It is necessary to water them, illuminate and loosen the earth. And then, even the coldest and snowy winter, the Man will have summer at home!
JUST A CATERPILLAR
My young friend! Have you ever seen a caterpillar? That's fine. Today I will tell you a story about one such caterpillar. Just a caterpillar.
There lived in the world a dove named Gurlyka. Loved the dove to fly high in the sky. And the dove was friends with one small bee named Zhuzha. Every summer day, as soon as the sun came out into the clear sky, a dove flew out of its house into the sky and met there with the bee Zhuzha. Together they flew, worked and enjoyed the warmth of the sun.
But one day Gurlyk's dove flew into the sky and noticed a strange creature from a height. This creature was long, somehow completely incomprehensible, it had many legs, but despite the huge number of legs, it moved very, very slowly.
Bee Zhuzha also noticed this creature.
“What do you think, Zhuzha, what kind of strange animal is this?” Gurlyka asked.
“I don’t know,” Zhuzha replied. “Look, he doesn’t have wings, which means he’s not a bird or a bee. Maybe we'll fly and meet him.
- They flew, - Gurlyka answered, and the friends descended to the ground.
And on the ground, on a green leaf of the most juicy grass, sat ... a caterpillar.
- Hi! - Friends greeted her. Who are you and what is your name?
“I am a caterpillar…just a caterpillar.
- Can you fly? asked the bee Zhuzha.
- No I do not know how to. I'm only crawling.
"It's a pity you can't fly," said Gurlyk's dove. - You must be sad and lonely here alone on earth.
- Yes, sometimes I feel sad, but maybe you will not refuse to be friends with me and at least sometimes fly to me, here, on this juicy and green grass.
“Of course, we will visit you every day.
So the days passed by. The dove and the bee met in the sky as before, but now they also descended to the ground to play with the caterpillar.
So the summer flew by and autumn came.
One early autumn morning, friends flew again to find the caterpillar. But she was not on the ground. For a long time the bee and the dove called the caterpillar, but no one answered them. And there was no more grass. Only one, a lone yellow leaf lay on the ground, and on it, strange object. It was a cocoon dark brown. His friends looked at him, knocked, but not a single sound came from the cocoon. Silence. For a long time, Gurlyk's dove and Zhuzha's bee waited for the caterpillar to appear. But no one showed up.
Autumn passed, winter came. And then, after winter came spring. Everything bloomed again and again the friendly sun shone in the sky. And again, as before, a dove and a bee met in the sky to fly high in the sky and soak up the sun. And then one day, flying high in the sky, they saw a beautiful creature. She fluttered in the sky next to them and each of her wings shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.
“Who are you?” Gurlyk’s dove asked the beautiful creature.
How, don't you recognize me? said the butterfly in the voice of a caterpillar. - I am the same caterpillar to which you flew to earth to play with me and brighten up my loneliness.
“But you didn’t know how to fly, you had many legs, you crawled slowly and you didn’t have wings at all,” the bee Zhuzha was amazed.
- Correctly. We always have butterflies. First we are born as caterpillars, we crawl all summer, then we hide in a cocoon when autumn comes, and there, in this cocoon, while winter is coming, the caterpillar turns into a butterfly in order to be born in the spring and flutter over the flowers, enjoying the warmth and light.
Now the friends all met together every morning in the sky - and the dove of Gurlyk, and the bee Zhuzha, and the butterfly, which used to be a very ordinary caterpillar.
These are miracles, my young friend. Now you know that a caterpillar turns into a butterfly, so the next time you walk along a forest path and suddenly see a caterpillar, don't be afraid of it. After all, this is the same one, just a Caterpillar.
Why does the earth have a green dress
What is the greenest thing on earth? one day a little girl asked her mother.
Grass and trees, daughter, - answered my mother.
Why did they choose green and not some other?
This time, Mom thought about it, and then said:
The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew for her beloved Earth a dress of the color of faith and hope, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, the green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees has given rise to hope and faith in a person's heart, making it purer.
But the grass dries by autumn, and the leaves fall off.
Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:
Did you sleep well in your soft bed today, daughter?
The girl looked at her mother in surprise.
I slept well, but what about my bed?
Just as sweetly as you are in your bed, flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket. Trees rest to gain new strength and to please the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget over the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, we don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree with a pine tree to our joy and turn green in winter.
Who decorates the earth
A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body, there was neither vegetation, nor water, nor those beautiful colors that adorn it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a myriad of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and water to drink their life-giving moisture.
The sun began to warm the Earth, Water to drink, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monophonic earth spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.
Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears whenever the sun shines through the rain. She rises above the earth and sees if the earth is beautifully decorated.
Here are the clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one father forest, everyone has one mother earth. Glade sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, ask:
Am I the whitest in the world?
All blush?
Dove?
The first clearing is all white from daisies.
In the second, sunny clearing, small carnation stars with red sparks in the middle bloomed, and the whole clearing became blush-pink. On the third, surrounded by old firs, forget-me-nots blossomed, and a clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac from the bells.
And suddenly he sees the Rainbow-arc black wounds, conflagrations, gray trampled spots, torn pits. Someone tore, burned, trampled the colorful dress of the Earth.
The Rainbow-arc asks Heavenly beauty, Golden sun, Pure rains to help the earth heal wounds, sew a new dress for the Earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. Rainbow-arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.
Multi-colored glades, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. Here are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for faithful memory. Here are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations - for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums - for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take people.
mighty blade of grass
M. Skrebtsova
Once the trees began to regret the grass:
We feel sorry for you, weed. There is no one below you in the forest. Trample you all and sundry. They got used to your softness and suppleness and completely stopped noticing you. With us, for example, everyone is considered: people, and animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. It is necessary for you, grass, to stretch upwards.
The grass answers them proudly:
I do not need, dear trees, pity. Although I did not grow tall, the benefit in me is great. When they walk on me, I only rejoice. That's why I'm grass to cover the ground: it's more convenient to walk on a green rug than on bare ground. If it rains on someone on the way, and the paths-roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when the dew is on me, you can even wash yourself with grass.
Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I'm whole. It's not like a person, a cow or a horse walks over me - and they have a rather big weight - four, or even five centners - but at least henna for me. For me, even a multi-ton car can pass, but I'm still alive. Presses on me, of course, the severity of the incredible, but I endure. Gradually I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and short, can’t even stand hurricanes.
The trees are silent, there is nothing to argue with the grass, but it continues:
If it falls to me to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and again I reach out with new sprouts to light and warmth. Ant-grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. They seem to test themselves for strength all their lives, and nothing, they don’t give up yet.
The trees exclaimed:
Yes, weed, there is a Herculean power in you.
The mighty oak says:
I just remembered how the city birds told me how you break through the thickness of the asphalt in the city. I didn't believe them then, I laughed. Yes, and no wonder: people with crowbars and jackhammers are controlled with this thickness, and you are such a tiny one.
Grass happily exclaimed:
Yes, oak, breaking the asphalt is not a problem for us. Newborn dandelion shoots in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.
Birch alone, which until now was silent, said:
I, grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, and you have many faces. Whom you just don’t see in the meadow: sunny daisies, and red carnations, and golden buttons of tansy, and gentle bells, and cheerful fireweed. My forester friend told me that there are about 20 thousand different types of herbs in our country, but there are only two thousand smaller trees and shrubs.
Then, unexpectedly, the hare intervened in the conversation, which led her rabbits to a forest clearing:
From us, hares, grass, you also bow low. I had no idea that you were so strong, but that you are the most useful of all, I always knew. For us, you are the best delicacy, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head before you. People won't live a day without you. They specifically grow you in the fields and gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And there are so many vitamins in you that you can’t count!
Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare with the hares quickly hid, and in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.
Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? the trees asked in surprise.
Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.
Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases, - the weed explained. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.
Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us, - the pine entered the conversation.
In fact, dear pine, I not only look like trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will reveal to you the ancient secret of our origin, - the weed solemnly said. “Usually, we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before the grasses were trees, but not simple, but mighty. It was millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.
The trees began to look for similarities between themselves and the grass. Everyone is making noise, interrupting each other. Tired, finally quieted down.
Then the weed tells them:
You shouldn't feel sorry for someone who doesn't need pity, isn't it, dear trees?
And all the trees immediately agreed with her.
The history of one Christmas tree
ecological tale
This is a sad story, but her old Aspen told me that it grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's start.
Once a Christmas tree grew in our forest, she was small, defenseless, and everyone took care of her: large trees protected from the wind, birds pecked at black hairy caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one better than her could hide little rabbits from an evil wolf or from a cunning fox. All animals and birds were treated with her fragrant tar.
Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about her beauty, but she was not at all proud, she was still the same, sweet and kind.
The New Year was approaching, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many forest beauties-trees were waiting for the sad fate of falling under an ax. Once two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest and looking for the most beautiful Christmas tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the man, waving his fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn't know what he needed the tree for. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.
“Stupid, stupid,” the old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”
Never before had he seen such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, what you need!” the man said and... He began to chop a thin trunk with an ax. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, so she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!
When a man roughly dragged the Christmas tree by the trunk, the tender green twigs broke off and showered a trace from the Christmas tree in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that is left of the Christmas tree in the forest.
This is the story that the old creaky Aspen told me ...
Tale of the little cedar
ecological tale
I want to tell you one interesting tale that I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.
Once in the taiga, two squirrels tore apart because of a bump and dropped it.
When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant needles. A nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still quite small. And pointed to the high cedars.
“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern, to learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. He rejoiced at the sun, which peeped through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.
But one day a terrible thing happened. One morning, Kidnapper saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terrified of something. It seemed to Kedrenok that they would definitely trample him, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white suffocating smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenok that it was a forest fire that was killing everything in its path.
“Is it possible that I will never grow up to be a big cedar tree”? thought Kedrenok.
And now the red tongues of fire were already close, which crawled over the grass and trees, leaving behind only black embers. It's already hot! Kidnapper began to say goodbye to the fern, when he suddenly heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water poured out of the helicopter at the same time.
"We are saved"! - Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar was not injured, but one branch of the fern was set on fire.
In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”
Fern explained to him that this trouble happens because of the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People kindle a fire in the forest and leave coals, which then flare up from the wind.
"How so"? – the cedar was surprised. "After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries, mushrooms, and they destroy it."
“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.
"In the meantime, we have one hope that we will be rescued in time."
And I, having heard this tale, really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that the main character of my fairy tale "Kedrenok" will grow into a large cedar tree and live three hundred, and maybe more years!
Svetlana Pobochaya
Ecological fairy tale "Protect nature!"
Working on family environmental project , with which I introduced you, I was inspired to come up with ENVIRONMENTAL TALE« PROTECT THE ENVIRONMENT!» as a presentation (she is in the project itself).I think this story teaches our children a lot. Good luck!
In the far, far forest on a small edge in a small fabulous hut lived and lived cheerful little girls - laughter: Fairies of the Forest. They lived together, guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man. And they had assistants: two brothers bear: Roar and Snort. They guarded the fairies and protected the forest.
And beauty is all around - you won’t take your eyes off! And mushrooms and berries, as much as you want, you can find. Both animals and birds lived peacefully and amicably in the forest. They were very kind, Hard time helped each other! The forest fairies could be proud of their forest and inhabitants.
And everything would be all right, everything is fine, but one clear summer morning, unexpectedly from the top of a high tree, Magpie screamed anxiously. Animals hid, birds scattered, are waiting: What is going to happen?
The forest was filled with a rumble, and a cry, and anxiety, and a great noise. With baskets, buckets and backpacks, people came to forest: who is looking for mushrooms, who is relaxing in the clearing. Until evening, the cars honked, and fairy fairies, hiding in the hut, sat. And at night, the poor, they did not dare close their eyes.
And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the mountain, illuminated both the forest and the century-old hut. Fairies in the morning make a round of the forest, check if everything is in order. Looked around - and stunned: the forest is not a forest, but some kind of dump, which is a pity to call a forest. Banks, bottles, papers and rags are scattered everywhere in disorder.
Fairy sorceresses were afraid for their green house. very upset:
Yes, what is it doing! Let's go, sisters, clean up the forest, clean up the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!
Watching: and bottles and cans suddenly get together, get close to each other. They turned like a screw - and the incomprehensible deer-beast Khlamishche-Okayanishche and his assistant, a bird-rumbler, grew out of the garbage .... Skinny, unkempt and terribly nasty besides:. Bones rumble, for the whole forest laughing:
Along the road through the bushes -
Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!
In untrodden places -
Rubbish, rubbish, rubbish, rubbish!
I am great, many-sided,
I am paper, I am iron
I am plastic-useful,
I am a glass bottle
I am cursed, cursed!
I will settle in your forest -
I will bring a lot of grief!
The sun-clear hid, it got dark in the forest, all the animals got scared, hid...
The sorceresses of the forest were frightened, they called the bears. Ryk and Snort came running. They growled menacingly, stood up on their hind legs. What's left for the trash monsters to do. Just drape. It rolled like rubbish over bushes, ditches and bumps, but everything is further away, but everything is to the side so that the bears do not get a single piece of paper.
We decided to call the Fairies of the inhabitants of the forest for help, no one refused, everyone came. And the work began to boil, they quickly collected the garbage by the bag. It became clear in the forest, and now the sun came out. Peace of mind is back. Birds sang, rabbits jumped in the clearing, and clumsy beavers splashed in the stream.
And the girls are laughing: forest fairies proposed from the leftovers garbage: boxes, jars and bottles to make useful and necessary things, toys for small animals.
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