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Winter has come - a magical time of year. All the paths were covered with a white fluffy carpet. It sparkles in the sun and is pleasing to the eye.

The winter forest is quiet and incredibly beautiful. The birds don't sing anymore. Bears and hedgehogs fell asleep before winter began.

Mini-essay about winter No. 2: “Winter has come”

Real winter has come. It's freezing. The entire surrounding area is covered with a snow carpet. The river and pond are tightly frozen. As if in a fairy tale, the trees shine with silver.

We took the sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighborhood kids were making a snow woman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys suggested sledding down a slippery snowy hill. We had a lot of fun!

Then our hands froze and we ran home. It's cold in winter!

In the evening a strong blizzard began. The trees swayed and crackled. It's scary to show your nose on the street. It's good that we're home. We are warm and not afraid of any frost!

Essay about winter No. 3: “It’s good in winter”

Winter has come. It is severely frosty and a cold wind is blowing. A snowstorm came and covered all the paths. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.

And what fancy patterns the frost decorated the windows of the houses with! It’s not for nothing that they came up with a riddle about him: he has no arms, no legs, but he can draw.

The children missed going for walks. They can't wait for the snowstorm to end. They beg their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.

But the snowstorm died down. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run into the street. While playing snowballs, they throw lumps of snow at each other. They dodge the hits and fall. They're laughing! Cheeks glow like pouring apples, eyelashes and eyebrows in frost.

After lunch, the children took their skis and skates and ran to the pond. The water is frozen into a thick layer of ice, which means you can skate. Kids race on sleds along a smooth snow-covered hill. Teenagers skiing. Everyone has fun!

Good in winter! It's beautiful all around. Thank you, frost, for bringing snow.

Winter Story No. 4: “Winter Fun”

Winter came. The weather is frosty. It's cold outside. The trees stand covered with snow fringe.

But children always have fun, especially when there is a lot of snow. You can fall and roll in the snow without fear of getting dirty. You just need to dress warmly so as not to freeze.

I put on a ski tracksuit, a jacket, and put on boots. He pulled a fur hat over his head and tied a woolen scarf around his neck. I put on warm mittens. I took a new sled and ran up the hill to ride.

Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, next to which there was a slippery skating rink. There we sledded and skated for a long time. The kids played snowballs.

Then everyone made a snowman together. The snow was loose, almost wet, so it wasn't difficult. The kids were very glad that they also participated in this activity.

As expected, we rolled three snowballs and placed them on top of each other. When the snowman was almost ready, I brought an old bucket from home to put on his head. A neighbor boy brought out a carrot and stuck it in place of his nose. The snowman's eyes became two coals, and his smiling mouth became a small flexible twig.

The snowman turned out wonderful! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to it as a souvenir.

In the evening it started snowing again. We watched in fascination as fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. How beautiful are these fragile creations of nature! It turns out that all snowflakes are different, not similar to each other. But this is noticeable only upon careful examination.

It was already dark when I returned home. A little tired, cold and hungry, but very happy.

The day was a great success. Good winter fun!

Essay about winter No. 5: “Description of winter”

Winter is an amazing time of year. Covered with a white blanket, nature, as if in a fairy tale, plunged into a long, deep sleep. The winter sorceress enchanted and bewitched the forest. All the trees stretch bare crystal branches to the blue sky. Only the spruces and pines are green, but the oak has not shed its summer attire. Its foliage only turned yellow and darkened. The lower branches of the oak tree spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark. The thick trunk seems to be stitched with silver threads. From a distance it seems that this is a brave hero in bronze chain mail, an all-powerful guardian of the forest. The other trees respectfully parted to allow its older brother to unfold in mighty power. The winter wind will blow, the huge and majestic oak tree will ring with bronze foliage, but will not bow even before a strong storm.

In winter, familiar landscapes are colored in new ways by snow. At dusk it is blue, under the silvery rays of the moon it glows with a mysterious brilliance and plays with multi-colored sparkles. At dawn the snow turns pink from the scarlet dawn. And even the usual forest colors look different next to the changeable snowy whiteness.

Winter can be different. You just have to take a closer look. It is both cold and thawing, blizzard and dripping, snowy and sunny. A winter day can be either quiet, frosty and sunny, or gloomy and foggy, or with a howling cold wind and a snowstorm. And how beautiful a winter morning is, early, silent, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for a fairy tale to appear.

Essay about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”

So, it has come - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still gloomy like autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or if you look close, you look around - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow...

Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! How tender and soft they swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter because, just like spring, it fills our chests with an exciting feeling.

Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile, and you want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”

• What other books could you add to the exhibition?

M. Prishvin "Fox Bread", V. Dragunsky "Deniska's Stories", A. Volkov "The Wizard of the Emerald City"

• Write down the name of your favorite Pushkin fairy tale.

A fairy tale about Tsar Saltan, about his son, the glorious and mighty hero Prince Guidon Saltanovich, and about the beautiful Princess Swan.

A. S. Pushkin “Here is the north, the clouds are catching up...”

• Read the poem again. Write down the words that talk about winter.

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
Frost flashed. And we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

(From the novel "Eugene Onegin)

The sorceress winter is coming, she has come, she has crumbled; hung in clumps on the branches of oak trees; lay down in wavy carpets among the fields, around the hills; the banks with the motionless river were leveled with a plump veil; We are glad for the pranks of Mother Winter...

• What miracles does the winter sorceress create?

She came and bewitched all living things, leveled the banks with a motionless river, lay down in wavy carpets, hung in clumps on the branches of oak trees, delighting with mischief.

• Underline the personifications.

Snowflakes are flying, snowflakes swirling in the air, the wind howls, the wind scratches under the roof, the blizzard is howling, winter has come.

• AND using the chosen words, come up with the story “Here comes winter...”

Here comes the queen winter

Winter has come. The long-awaited snow fell. Severe frosts have arrived. And most importantly, the most beautiful, magical holiday is ahead - the New Year. And finally winter holidays.

Magical New Year holiday! All the children wait with bated breath for Father Frost and his granddaughter Snegurochka. They tell them poems, sing songs, dance, and do everything they can. And most importantly, they try to behave well all year so that at the end of the year, Father Frost and Snow Maiden will fulfill their most cherished wishes. The house is full of laughter, joy and of course, all kinds of sweets.

And now the New Year has arrived. Congratulations and explosions of fireworks are heard from all sides. Children are the happiest. After all, they are the most obedient, the most beloved. And, of course, they receive long-awaited gifts. Dreams Come True. The main thing is to have this dream.

I really want to believe that on this magical night the world became a little better, cleaner, kinder, brighter and happier.

The New Year has passed, but the good mood remains. Because winter holidays are coming. How many things need to be done in these days? And don’t be late for the hill, and visit the skating rink, and go into the forest.

It's fun to ride down the mountain on the ice. Whoever is faster will reach the finish line further. Snow flies from all sides, hitting your face, getting under your mittens and behind your collar. But it's even more fun with him. The slide is fun and noisy.

Joyful children are lying in the fluffy snow. The boys are building an ice fortress. Huge balls of snow are rolling. The strength is high and powerful. The snowball fight will begin soon. Girls make a snow woman. They probably dream of how a magic snowball will touch her and she will come to life. And he will walk the streets, looking into the windows of houses and shop windows. I really want to believe in a fairy tale.

And we are rushing to the skating rink. There are adults and children here. Some people are just learning to skate and look with envy at those who confidently cut through the ice. The guys started a game of tag. The speed is enormous, snow and ice are flying from under the skates. Somewhere music is playing and you want to spin, you need to flutter through the ice. And here come the hockey boys. The game will begin now. There is enough space for everyone on the skating rink.

How beautiful it is in the forest in winter! Fluffy snow on the trees, light frost and you find yourself in a winter fairy tale. The whole forest stands as if under a large, beautiful blanket. Somewhere in the distance, a woodpecker does not stop its important work. Small bullfinches fly in a flock from one bush to another. Occasionally they fall onto the white, clean snow, leaving their tiny footprints. And here are the tracks of a hare, which is in a hurry about its business.

In the sun the snow is even more beautiful. It shimmers and sparkles. Each snowflake has its own unique, extraordinary pattern. The forest is quiet and calm. And then the skiers appeared. They also admire this beauty, listen to the winter life of the magical forest.