Georgy Skrebytsky - spring song

Winter has saved a miraculous fur coat, just for a miracle: all the yaskravo-ore, like the fire burns! Lead the fox with a puffy tail, nibi іskri rozsipav along the snow.

Winter looked into the forest. “I’m going to smack it so hard, I’ll be merciful to Sonechko!”

The rite of the pine and yalini in the importance of the snigov fur; to the very brіv she put on їм bіlosnіzhny hats; downy mittens on the head. Cost the rich one to one, to stand decorously, calmly.

And below them, the bushes, that young tree, shook. Oh, dumb little child, Winter can be covered in fur coats.

I threw more curl on the groove, which at the most knotted growth. It’s so good! On the tips of the gillok near the mountain beetle, the hound of the yagid hang, as if the red earrings are visible for a long time.

By the Trees Winter has painted the whole snow with a single track of children and footsteps. Here і a hare slіd: in front of the hand there are two great paws, and behind - one behind the іnshim - two small ones; і foxes - nіbi according to threading vivements: paw in paw, so lance і stretch; and Syriy Vovk lisom probig, also having overshadowed your own video bits. And the axis of the next one is nowhere to be seen, that one is not marvelous: Winter-Winter was in charge, I was quiet barlig in the thick of the forest; And try to do your best to avoid using the barlog. This is not a bad thing.

But not only one can see the stars on the snow. On the lisov_galyavin, there, de wash the green bushes of lingonberries, chernitsi, snig, nibi chrests, trampled bird tracks. The whole lot of chickens - hazel grouses and black grouse - were scattered here on the galavin, sklyovuє in the berries.

So the axis of the stench and itself: black black grouse, strings of hazel grouse and black grouse. On a big snow, yak all the stinks of garnie!

A good picture of the winter forest came, she is not dead, but alive! Those sira bilka jump from knot to knot, then the strings of a woodpecker, sowing on the stovbur of an old tree, more likely to vibrate from a pine cone. Drowning її in the gorge і well dziobom on nіy biti!

Alive winter forest. Live in snowy fields and valleys. The whole picture of Sivy Charivnitsa - Zimi is alive. You can show Sonechka.

Rozsunuv Sonechko sizu gloom. To marvel at the winter forest, in the valley ... And now we caress everything around us more beautifully.

They slept, got caught up in the snig. Blue, chervon, green vogniks lit up on the ground, in bushes, on trees. And blowing a little bit, getting cold feet, and in some cases, they started screaming, danced different colors.

Chudova came into the picture! Mabut, it is more beautiful and not namalyєsh.

To be pleased with Sonechko's picture of Winter, to be pleased by the month, one cannot see her eyes from her.

Everything is bright and cheerful, everything is radish, cheerful around. Already, Winter itself is not able to showcase the style of warmth and light. It is time to come to a sacrifice for the artist.

"Well, well, we will wonder, why the zoom is to paint a picture more beautiful than I can, - mutter Winter. - And it's time for me to make a final decision."

Having started to work as a robot, the artist is Vesna-Krasna. Not at once took up the right. I made a mistake: what is the best picture for me?

The axis stands in front of her fox - frown, sumny.

"But let me, but I'll grill yogo in my own way, in spring!"

I took out a thin, low penzlik. The greenery of birches slightly poked the greenery, and on the wasps and poplars, she hung out all the horns and middle earrings.

Day after day, everyone is elegantly painting their picture Spring.

On a wide lisovy galavin with a blue headlamp she wove a great spring kalyuzh. And next to her, nibi blue brisket, rose the first kits of the pristine, medunka.

The day is still small. The axis is on the shilia yar of the cherry tree bushes; Spring covered the spring with voluptuous crowns of bilikh kvitiv. And on the lisoviy galavin, there are all bili, none in the snig, there are wild apples, pears.

In the middle there is green grass in the middle. And on the very Sirikhs, like golden kuli, Kalyuzhnitsya's quarters were released.

Everything comes alive around. Feeling the warmth, vipovzayut from the green meadows of komashki and pavuchki. Khrushchі spree bіlya green birch gіlok. First bjoli and snowstorms to fly to the room.

And the little birds in the forest and in the fields! For the skin of them, Spring-Red has come up with an important right. At once I will be with the birds. Spring is calm.

The axis is on a birch knot, a stovbur is a chaffinch nest. Look how napist on a tree - all at once and will not mind. And yet, it’s still uncomfortable, but birch skin is woven into the last wall of the nest. Gloriously the nest has come!

Even more beautiful is the nest in the Volga. The cat is exactly braided, it is brought up in the development of giloks.

And the water-frost-borne reddish blotted out its little birdie in the small birch of the rychka: in the dzhobom nirku, in the new and in the nest; only hung in the middle, not in fluff, but in ribbed tassels and lusky. It's not for nothing to vvazayut a kingfisher with the most skillful ribalka.

Ale, slyly, the very miracle of the nest was invented by Spring-Red for one little ore bird. Hang a mitten over a string on a dull willow sleeve. The mitten is not wrapped around the outside, but from thin roslin. The krilata umiltsi, the Remezi birds, have been whipped around with their dziobs. Only the great finger of the bird's mitten is not Dov'yazati; They've been overridden to replace a new dart - tse enters into the nest.

Vitivnytsia Spring came up with the first abundant wonderful everyday life for birds and animals!

To go day after day. The unprecedented picture of the forest and the fields became alive.

And why do you swarm around in the green grass? Zychenyata. I’m from a family all the other day, ale as well as good: to look at all sides, to lead with vuss; Chekayut his mother-hare, she was blowing milk with milk.

Cimi babies and Virishila Spring-Red finish your picture. Let Sonechko marvel at her joy, as everything comes to life around; Let me judge: why can you paint a picture more fun, more elegant?

Sonechko wiggled through the blue cheeks, wiggled and mercifully. Slippers across the sky did not walk, sorts of divine ni bachiv, and such a beauty did not appear. Wonder at the picture of Vesnya, I can't see my eyes. Marvel at misyats, other ...

For a long time already, they were scalded with a bite of bird cherry, apple and pear; for a long time already in the world the spring kalyuzhi green grass has been seen; in the nests of the birds, the little birds appeared and crept into the birds; krykhіtnі rabbits have already become young spritny hares ...

Already the very Spring itself cannot know its own picture. It’s new, I don’t know it has appeared in it. It means that the time has come for the artist-painter to sacrifice his place.

"I will be amazed, the artist will paint the picture radish, more cheerful than that, - say Spring. - And then I will fly to pivnich, there I will not check my daughter."

It was up to the robot Specotne lito. Thinking, guessing, as if I would have a picture of namalyuvati, and virishilo: "I am simple, but I am simpler, but more sophisticated." So I am deadly.

Leto painted the whole forest with juicy greenery; bows and burns were covered with green headlight. Tilki for rychok and for lakes took a gap, bright blue.

"Come on," Lito thinks, "everything will be stiglim, ripe in my picture." I looked into the old orchard, hung apples and pears on the trees of rum, she tried so hard not to vitrimize them - they nahililis to the very earth.

Near the trees, under the bushes of the Lito garden, there are rich and rich mushrooms. The skin fungus was licked up.

"Don't go to the light birch forest, - Virishilo Lito," grow birch trees with gray roots, in brown caps, and in the willow bush - pidosichniki. " Oh, the Order of Lito in orange and red hats.

A small number of all kinds of mushrooms appeared in the silty fox: syroozhki, vovnyanki, butterflies ... And on galiavins, nibi roses, they cracked their yaskravo-chervoni parasolki fly agarics.

Ale, a boletus mushroom emerged with a beautiful mushroom. Virіs vin in a pine forest, vilіz from vologous green moss, drove trochas, cowardly with itself zіv'yalі zhovtі golki, so becoming such a blushing rapt - all mushrooms for health, for podiv.