Short notification for children about nature

We present you with a collection of children's reports about the nature and creatures of the author Mikhail Prishvin. I can read my father to children of 3-4 years, and also kindly go for mastering the technique of reading to children of 6-8 years.

A short notice of Prishvin for children, written in a simple way, with a zest to navigate a child's school. Such razpovidi are even more knowledgeable for children, as well as attach love to nature.

Lisichkin Khlib

Once I passed in the middle of a day and overnight, turning to the house with a lot of good luck. Knowing the importance of the bag from the shoulders and becoming your own kindness for the style.

- Tse scho for ptah? - energized Zinochka.

- Terenty, - I said.

First tip about the black grouse: I’m alive in the forest, like a burmese shed, like a birch brunky’s beak, berries in the bogs are picking up, grabbing together in the morning. Rose probably about hazel grouse, showing it, well, gray, with a forelock, and whistling a pipe in Ryabchin and giving a whistle. I also hung on a glass of rich mushrooms, and chervony, and black ones. I also have a crooked berry in a clump, and a blakitna blackberry, and a red lingonberry. Also, I brought with me a fragrant breast of pine resin, giving a scent to the divine and saying that the tree's resin gleamed with the resin of the tree.

- Who is there like? - energized Zinochka.

- To be happy, - I said. - Come, boo, mislivets, if you want to see it, win and put the sokir in a tree and hang a bag on the sokir, and lie down by the tree. Sleep, in a way. Wiim from the tree of sokir, a bag, go, go. And from the wounds from the tree to the tree, it is fragrant with tar and the wound is tightened.

It seems that for Zinochka, I brought the wonderful wonderful herbs on the leaf, on the corincy, on the quotation: zozulin slips, valerian, petriv chrest, hare cabbage. The first time I had a hare cabbage lying next to my shmatok of a black bread: for me, start a booze, well, if I don’t take bread in the forest, I’m hungry, but if I’m hungry, I’ll forget the food and I’ll bring it back. And Zinochka, if she poured black khlib at me with hare cabbage, so I got it:

- Are the stars in the fox taking hlib?

- What is wonderful here? Aje є there is cabbage!

- Hare ...

- A hlib - Lisichkin. Try it. I gently tasted and felt good:

- Good Lisichkin hlib!

And all my black bread is clean. So it happened with us: Zinochka, copuli like that, often I don’t take some bread, but as I’ll bring Lisichkin’s bread, I’ll give him all the food and praise:

- Lisichkin hlib kudi is more beautiful than ours!

Golden meadow

With my brother, if we are ripe for kulbaby, it’s a lot of fun with them. Buvalo, ydemo go for your promise - win ahead, I'm in p'yatu.

Sergiy! - I will call yogo dilovito. Win your eyes, and I'll fuck you with a kulbaboy right in the face. For the price of wines, I will fix less money and maybe, like, you will be happy, fuknet. And so my ci nesikavi witnessed only for fun. A few times I went into the vision.

We lived in a village, in front of us there was a bouv meadow, all the golden kind of impotent quitty kulbabs. Tse bulo duge garneau. Everyone said: It's beautiful! The meadow is golden.

Once I got up early to woody ribu and respecting that the meadow is not golden, but green. If I turned around near noon to the house, the meadow would be all golden. I became sposterigati. Until the evening, the meadow is green again. Todi I pishov, know, kulbaba, і viyavilosya, wіn clenching his pelusts, as all one yakby you have fingers on the side of the valley bully zhovtі і, clenching into a fist, we shouted b zhovte. Vrantsi, if the sun has gone down, I bach, like a culbab, open my valleys, and this meadow has become golden again.

For the third time the kulbab became for us one of the most popular colors, so the spati kulbabs kicked at the same time with us, children, and at the same time they got up with us.

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Bilichi memory

Years, looking at the snow, following the little animals and birds, I read the axis over and over again: the little bit made its way through the snow in the moss, two peas were captured in the autumn, and right there the z'ila - I know the scales. Then I took a dozen meters, I knew it, I got it on the snow again, and through a few meters I made the third climb.

What a miracle? It’s impossible to think if the smell of bitterness comes through this ball of snow and ice. It means that I remembered in the autumn about my mountains and, for sure, I saw them among them.

If she found it, she could not see, like, centimeters, but right in-and-out from the exactness of the beginning, first, and last. Well, yak, it’s not late for the big memory and fun!

bilyak

Straight wet snig all night in the fox, having sat on bitches, shaved, falling, rustling.

The sound of the big hare's signal from the forest, and the wine, melodiously, zmetikuvav, until the black field is broken up to the wound, and you can lie calmly. I was lying on the field not far from the forest, and not far from the forest, perhaps, lying vivitreniy for a little while and the horse's skull was beaten by sleepy barriers.

Until the next day, the whole field was boiled in, and in the bileless world there was a bile of a child and a bile of a skull.

My trochs were a little bit overwhelmed, and if they let the hound go, they started pouring out.

If Osman started picking fat, it is still possible to work out the shape of the paw of a hare from a bilyak with difficulty: win is over from a hare. Ale didn’t rise Osman, but it didn’t come right, as everything was absolutely blotted out on a white stitch, and on the black day it didn’t lose sight or smell.

We waved our hand at the polyvania and began to turn the knots around the house.

- Hang on to the binokl, - I said to the comrades, - it’s so good there on the black field and it’s so bright.

- Horse skull, head

I took a binocle from a new one, and maybe I smacked my skull.

“There’s still a lot,” said the comrade, “be amazed at the polovi.

I marveled at that, and there, maybe like a skull, a lily-bile, lying behind, and in a prismatic binocle you can navigate a bachelor of black eyes. Vin buv in a zhakhlivomu camp: lie down - tse buti all on uvaz, big - put on the soft wet earth of waving slides for the dog. We were pinned down on the yogh kolyvannya: they didn’t, and at the same moment Osman, translated, with a wild roar set off on the sighted.

Glade behind the blizzard

Zhulka, my young marble-blakitna mislivska dog, rush about for birds, for snowstorms, follow the great flies to quiet feasts, as long as the hotter is not the vikin's language. Ale і tse not zupinyaє її.

The axis of the ninja bullet is in plain sight of such a history.

Zhovta snowstorm-cabbage rolled her respect. Giselle rushed after her, hit and missed. Blizzard motivated the distance. The crook behind her - hap! Meteliku wants bi scho: fly, motile, yak nibi smith.

Hap! - by. Hap, hap! - by and by.

Hap, hap, hap - і blizzards in everybody.

De our blizzard? Hvilyuvannya has sprung up among the children. "Ahah!" - just a little bit of bulo.

There are no snowstorms in the morning, the cabbage is hot. Giselle herself is unruly, like a wax, her head turned up and down, then down, then banged.

- De our blizzard?

At the end of the hour, the hot bets began to rush through the middle of Zhul'kin's mouth, - the dogs also have a lot of galls. Pascha came up, mova curled up, steam swept, and at the same time with a pair of viletila snowstorms, as there wasn’t anything with her, - she mocked her over the meadow.

Before that Zhulka was waving with a blizzard, before, melodiously, it was very important to stream the action with a blizzard in the mouth, but now, having beat the blizzard, she was ready to go. Vivaliv Mova, dovgy, horny, she stood and wondered at the flying blizzard of the ochim, but they became all at once and small and stupid.

Children pestered us with food:

- Well, why is the price of a dog dumb?

We didn't know what to say.

School student Vasya Veselkin їм відповів:

- Yakbi in dogs bully zalozi і do not need to bulo b їm kohantsі, so the stench used to catch all snowstorms for a long time already.

hazel grouse

Three fox birds, even closer to each other, are called upon to walk around in a smart way, if people come close to them in their fields. Glukhar, yak oldovir, cannot bear the closeness of people, where all the distance and distance are in the wilderness. Vryatuvati this kind of knowledge on the earth is possible only by protecting the reserves. Teterіv, navpaki, so become accustomed to the domination of the people, from the fossil age we use and graze in life, in all, in Greek. And the hazel grouse hovers, lazy on large masses, and do not act at all, do not go anywhere, do not take care of anything from the fields. First, it’s not deaf foxes, but only chagarniki are lost; It’s even more boring, the hazel grouse showcases the dog’s style and let the misters go to the building. Svychayno Veda, Veda dog, and raptom here in the bushes: “pr. pr. pr! "- flutters. Not far away і to see, to stretch out here by a knot into a thick yalintsі, іt doesn’t mind this, but I wonder at you, witch, and if we come close, I know my "pr. pr. pr! »Tilki y chuєsh.

The hazel grouse becomes a purely foxed bird, yak wood grouse; there, de capercaillies, there are wild hazel grouses, I want to say back: often grouse grouse are deaf, and capercaillies have already moved to more deaf foxes for a long time.

Once we went to the capercaillie vivodki. The dog soon began to smell the slid and led. Dovgo mi went after her. If you were zupinyalasya, from the other sides bypassed the bushes, but not for the one, so the bird would have been given, and it would be possible to shoot in it. At the deaf fox, in the dense yalivtsy and bush, pissed off from all sherekh, overextending quietly, the nobility, de comrade, I do not shoot in that direction, we will soon be tormented. The dog with a raptom, having thrown the feed, began to rush about in the small sides, feeding it in ways, where the birds became. I might have thought about the wood grouse, well, ymovirno, I got scared of thinness here and scared, or maybe they looked at the hawk on top of them, rushing, detecting and getting too thin, just go for yaky marnoy blukamo. So we thought about the wood grouse, and the grouse tse bully. Smelling our closeness far away, the stench flew at the skiffs і, since they walked down the tracks, taking them for the capercaillie, marveled at us from above for the whole hour.

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