Tvir-miniature in the artistic style "Autumn
lyrical ministry
Kingdom of Autumn
Lito buzzed badly. It’s only possible to zgaduvati all at once. The Queen of Osin spread out a soft golden kilim of a leaf. Wind duve and tree picking. Autumn was and took days and nights. Yaskravo-chervoniy beeser of gorobini chervoniv, and the autumn knew and strung on the middle strings of berries. Autumn left, tapping with the heels of your shoes on the crust of the frozen kalyuzh with the heels of your shoes.
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Autumn - the price of gold ptah. Makhne we rule the krill - sonechko viglyane. Machne lіvim krill - cold weather. Fly gold birds to see the birdies in the warm land. The birds sat on the willow with gold, waved their golden feasts, and the willow became charming, beautiful and bright. To rush gold ptah, naganyaє hmari, and behind it vіter. The wind churning leaves, and the stench, weeping, falling to the ground.
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To live on the light of the sisters: Winter, Spring, Lite and Autumn. All the stench is good and beautiful, and the axis behind the character is seen one from one.
Sister Osin herself is not valid. Either she is happy, cheerful, then she is sum, sum.
I love sleepyhead Osin. Blakitne sky high-high. On the ground lie an oxamite coat with a leaf. Char_vn_ tree. Linden love to dress up in costumes of lemon color. Birch is absorbed in the miracle of golden cloth. Chervoni, zhovti, green maple leaves so and attract to yourself.
Boarding days are not befitting for me. Autumn is in the mood. Vona odyagє siry odyag and forgiven crying. Maybe, buti, sumu about those who will come soon, sister Winter, but forget about not.
The zamalovka is musical. P.I. Tchaikovsky "On the trip"
Mi zbiraєmosya ride. I am even radium, I am having fun. The axis has gone! Bubontsi ring, rattle! The trick of the zhva galloped out of the gate. Vіter introduction to his wife sіg in disguise, mi їdemo, as if purhayut. Sneg to shine. Wine of companionship, ale of sontzya є snig chervoniy, zhovty, and in the tint - blakytny. Sneg to skry, all eyes are tired, all the same stench rozkriti, wonder about: fields, bows ... It’s fun to race, you’ll notice it, galloping across the bridge over the rychka, ice crept in for a long time.
And the frosty smell is in nis - fresh, fragrant wine, obpіkaє my breasts! The yak is great!
View from vіkna, if I have my garniy mood
Walking soon. All self-defeating maladies, so it’s too early to pick me up. On the street viviviv SNIG. Snow wet, you can take pictures. It’s warm on the street, only 0 degrees. A new car was parked close to the road. On the street panun sueta, yak in front of the saint: htos kudis spishak. Neither a bright dream, and the more will not be able to be happy with the eyes. The trees, powdered with snow, guessed me about the forest, about the growth of the dacha: the quiet recollection of the trees and the soft smell of pine. I marveled at our quiet, stately schoolyard, everything in the courtyard as it was in the quiet strolls.
View from vіkna, if I have a bad mood
I wiggled into the street. There, meticulously, like a fly, they flew there and here they pass. This is how the unintelligible metushna came up, how to shake your head, that dream is dumb - all at once the frown of the mood. As soon as it gets warmer, you sink into the mud. Zagalom, everything seemed disgusting: crows, scho ryyutsya in the commander, the silence is stupid, blasphemy and unruffiness of the school yard.
Be sure to check everything with impatience. Surely, even at all times, all nature blooms and gives joy to everyone around. Skoda, it’s not so rich in people to love autumn. This may be a merit of love and power. Vaughn is so reverently and beautifully embellished everything in her red-brown tone. Autumn is even more respectful when choosing new clothes for its bushes and trees. Maple vona is dressed in a yaskraviy і stringy suit with crimson. Make sure to smell like that with such a pensive viglyad, at the very least, glimpse about those who are busy in the business. Just with the arrival of autumn, the stink of crumbs grows up - all the hour here you consume your roasted leaves. The greatest stench to be afraid of in the morning. Adzhe vin is so pitiless and I can get through to laugh and leave the clothes out of them.
Berezki aspen virishila gilding. The stench is seen in such a contrasting way on the pine green, but it’s hard to see from them. Having poured out their gilki in golden new clothes, the stench flaunts on the nodes. Skoda tilki їm, it will soon come cold і іm happen to say goodbye to his miraculous outfit. Only the oaks did not lose their colic green. Autumn deprived him of the zhovtikh farb with a trosh.
Nature is not less, not inflated, happy with its beauty. A skin day goulash through bezmovny parks and bewitched by an unearthly divine. Zhovti, oranges, chervony, brown, burgundy vidtinki come together one to one and overcome the storm of emotions and hostility in the soul. The soul feels so easy.
Skoda only, less and less sp_v birds. Screaming the stench deprive me of goodbye promises, held in keys for the day. Cranes with a bag curl and wild geese feed one in one, as if there would be a good way to go. It’s a cold little house, the axis of the stink and the whisper of its own place is warmer. Do not be afraid of peace of frost only gorobtsi: color so fun and adapt dzvinko. Aje stink nikudi not sleep. Little by little, the autumn started to pass on its palette of winter. The same remembers all the Farbi there. Vrance is getting colder and colder. Inodi on the trees there are srednі odyagu. It’s already winter rozsipaє іній, give a zest, soon it’s time to come. Sonechko, with the help of strength, will bring, so that it can be warm, a little less and less and less to see his presence. Little by little, let your hands go down, and go down in the winter, and frost on us. In all in one night, to replace the board from the dark, they hung up some fluffs to the snig. From the ranks all the places and villages of ukutati in snigov kovdri. Nachebto and radishly marvel at the beauty, but everything is three and a half summarily, even it becomes clear that until spring the frost will not enter anymore.
My time is in love with rock - the price of early autumn. This is an ideal hour. It’s not too hot anymore, it’s not cold anymore.
The autumn bears me like it for its wisdom, and that early autumn is even more likely to be seen from the past. I look forward to checking with impatience and coming, and I’ll even get tired if it’s winter.
Stanley Khorovits about autumn was seen in such a way:
"Winter is a whole engraving, spring is a watercolor, summer is an olive painting, and autumn is a mosaic of all three."
Early autumn.
In early autumn, the leaves fall from the trees and all the colors of the veil. The dream is brightly illuminating and touching the whole nature, as far as it is becoming dearer.
Everywhere the flowers are blooming as they are chrysanthemums, aistri, zhorzhini. There is a great number of mushrooms in the forest. Sadi I am growing. They also woke up peas, pears, apples and grapes.
Albert Camus pro early autumn saying:
"Autumn is a friend of spring, if a leather sheet is a quilt."
Early in the day I love photography. For more than an hour, the photographs were going around the garnimis. I also like to go picking mushrooms and picking fruits from trees. Twelve fruits are poured and melt more malt and savory.
Piznya osin.
Fog is falling over the earth. Above the mest of the sutsilny canvas hang siri hmari. Pass the rest of the boards.
V sleepy days The heads of the trees are chimeras. On the ground, you can see a ball of dried grass, green, new.
The enmity also arises, as the green steams lost the hour of fate and grew up not in the canopy, but in the sun. The dream sits early, the days get short. The strong boards and the portions of the spirit are the sound of the great hour to spend at home.
At all times I like to make tea, and sit with it and read a book. Piznya osin for the sake of the comfort of the house, for the sake of the abduction. Wonderful from the window, as everyone keeps up to the house and from the thoughts, it’s warm, it’s quiet. It seems like in the people:
“It’s a wonderful time for the autumn. A little bit of peace, lift up your soul. "
Autumn is even more profitable. A few of them are happy with their beauty and warmth, and then they will be tormented by the oncoming cold.
Ternova Anya
lyrical ministry
Zavantazhiti:
Front view:
Charivnytsya - winter.
Winter is the most charming, most beautiful, divine hour of fate.
Bagato writers knew natchnenya in the whole hour of fate. If you want, even more often the winter was represented by evil and baiduzhoi through the khurtovin. Ale called us, our announcement about her, on a sleepy new day, since it is dumb wind and only the snow falling with great plastics and soft frost. At such days, I want to go for a walk, come to the park, which has been found and deserted, and lie on a snow and a snowstorm.
At the moment of such a carefree happiness, all the charm of winter is mi bachimo. It’s not for nothing that people seem to say: "the charmer is winter." Navigate the wondrous one who transforms the black and the little trees into the beautiful, the bile and the charms. I am already talking about miracles, how to create "good go-frost." Adzhe vіkna, like vіn torknuvshis, feuding with the real beauty and subtlety of vіzerunka. And the yalinka! Yak garni skirts in the snig, nemov in big hats! Not mensh is beautiful mirror-like surface of the rychka, rolled with ice. Navіt sіg wonderful! Especially if it is a sleepy day. Snow shine and vibrate to pain in the eyes and a miracle in the soul!
There are not such parts, but some beautiful things. For example, in Khabarovsk I bach, like frost and water, they re-made a simple old grati on a window in a miracle Kryzhan miracle!
Truly, "the charmer is winter"!
Ternova Anya, 6th grade A. 2010
Front view:
Saying goodbye to the caressing vision, mrієmo, she never left us again, hearing in the whisper of a leaf ... For what a whisper of a leaf?
Axis scho pochuli uchni 5 A to the class of school No. 5:
Leaves zhovt_yut. The trees go down, and the leaves fly behind the wind. It's so garno. Standing in the park, or just wondering through the end and bachish, as the weather sees the leaves from the trees, I take one leaf after the other and take them far, far away. It is especially nice, if in the evening you go to the street, if you go through there, de quietly, you will become, you will freeze and hear, as if you are leafing around, if you go through it! If they are responsible for them, they smell like: "Goodbye!" I fly my own way. And the axis of an oak leaf cannot be spared: the stench cannot fly at once with your brothers and sisters. Oak mitsno trim for their children and do not want to be admitted. Ale is early enough for you to get a price. The І axis blew a strong wind, і the oak leaves zervalo, the wind pіdhopiv іkh, and the stench whispered to us in chorus: "Bye ..."
Mukhina Lada.
Mi ydemo in the autumn park. Raznokolorov tree crowns flaunt high above the head. Blowing light wind, and I felt the caressing whisper of a leaf.
What about whispering stink? Melodiously, about summer, it’s gone. Zgaduyut the funny birds that chirped on the chicks, about the gangs of rabid children, who grabbed carelessly in these chicks. Singingly, whispering leaves about those who approach the cold and say goodbye to the warm little son. The axis of the deyakі from them vіdkrivayutsya out of the beep і, quietly circling, kick our feet with a beautiful kilim.
I got a lot of money.
Dolzhenko Anya.
Having blown the autumn wind, and the leaves began to whisper: “My friends, it’s time for us to fall to the ground. The child is happy with us, so bind us the herbarium. "
Nikitenko Slava.
And the axis is lyrical miniature"Lagidna Osin" talented Ternoviy Ani, student 6 A class:
More beautiful, the golden hour of rock is autumn. Autumn wiklikє is richly emotional, often super-articulate. The beauty is conferred upon the powerless creatures. Vaughn, and in truth, charming!
See if the park is connected. Sleepy day. On the ground, kilim from the leaves. Sleepy light struma across the bare head. Vin pierced the leaves on the trees, the grain on the pavutin. Everything around is also sleepy, grailivy and golden.
Osinniy beautiful forest! Trees in their own size, like monarchs. If you walk along the stitches, leafing with your feet sharudat, you will not be whispering about it, melodiously, about summer.
The axis of the sample is lightweight hollow vіterets. Win splashing the tree on the leaf, yak on the hair, and, build up, laughing.
I like to wander in the park in this weather. Everything is near nibi kryshtaleva. It’s clean, but a lie, to be built, to ring. The sky is blaky and temple-temple. The new one wants to go in.
The mood in such clear, basic days is simply kazkov! Ale, at the same time, there is a quiet sum. Zgaduєsh lito, kanikuli ... It is easy to be depressed. If you can't help it, you can't get over the charm of a warm autumn day. Winter is coming soon and everything is crunching.
A little still, you can pick up gold and crimson leaves, let it go high above your head, and then you can sleep like a thunderbolt on the veins ...
The axis is such my affectionate autumn!
Valova N.L., teacher of Russian language and literature.