Reading stories about plants is an important element of the aesthetic education of children. Works of classical literature are best suited for this purpose.
The most popular authors who worked on natural history topics are N. Sladkov, K. Ushinsky, M. Prishvin, S. Aksakov. Their works not only help children develop speech and creative thinking. They reveal even in a simple blade of grass and an ordinary dandelion a whole world and a special character.
This selection offers the most stories by these authors that are suitable for reading to children. Dandelions, birches, water lilies, reeds - all the plants described by the classics live their own lives and help people.
Spring
Ushinsky K.D.
The days begin to noticeably increase from the middle of December; and by March 9th it will take half a day. That’s why the beginning of spring is counted from March 9th. In spring, the sun not only stays in the sky longer, but also warms up noticeably more every day.
The snow begins to melt little by little, and water runs in streams from the ground into rivers and lakes. Soon the ice on the rivers will give way to the influence of the sun's rays. Large polynyas appear along the banks of rivers. Another week will pass - and all the ice will rise with the rising water, turn black, begin to break, and loose ice floes will rush down the river. At this time, there is so much water in the river that it cannot fit into the banks: it protrudes and spills over the surrounding meadows. A river flood is called a water field. Another river is so small that in the summer they could ford it; it spills into the water field for five, six miles or more. Our Mother Volga, into which thousands of rivers and rivulets flow, spreads out like a sea in the spring. People rush to take advantage of the short-lived wealth of water, and large barges loaded with goods sail in the spring where chickens almost wander in the summer.
At first, thawed patches appear in the fields, but soon the ground, wet and saturated with water, appears everywhere from under the snow. Another week will pass, then another, and the snow will only remain somewhere in a deep ravine where the sun does not shine. The sky is getting bluer and the air is getting warmer.
Not all the snow has yet melted when new, bright green grass begins to appear here and there, near the old yellowed grass. In the fields where peasants have sowed rye or wheat since the fall, winter crops rise and turn green, like green velvet.
Along with the grass, the first flowers appear. A blue snowdrop emerges from under last year's leaves in the forests. Here and there a yellow dandelion appears, the same one that will eventually put on its fluffy white cap, round like a ball and so light that you just have to blow on it and it will all fly apart.
The trees also awaken from winter sleep and, warmed by the sun, are filled with juices. If you cut through the bark of a birch or maple tree at this time, sweet and fragrant sap will drip from under it.
The leaf buds have been prepared by the tree since autumn. All winter they remained in one position and were barely noticeable; now they begin to quickly fill up, grow, shed their brown husks and unfold into green leaves.
Fluffy flowers, or lambs, appear on the willow. You probably noticed them on the willow branches on Palm Sunday? Then barely noticeable, sticky and fragrant birch leaves appear. Another ten days passed - and the curly, bright green birch tree, with its white, neat trunk, stood decorated as if for a holiday: cheerful, bright, fragrant. Behind the birch, linden, alder, and oak are in a hurry to bloom. The palmate leaves of the maple do not take long to appear. Shrubs and trees in front of each other are in a hurry to dress up for the spring festival. At first, the greenery on the trees seems liquid, because the leaves are still small, and in some places there is still black earth visible through the bright green grass. But the leaves and grass grow quickly, and by May everything will turn green: the groves will again become impenetrable, and the fields will be full of thousands of flowers. In winter, monotony reigns: all the same snow. But in the spring, every day something new appears: then the blue eye of a forget-me-not will peek through; then a fragrant cup of lily of the valley will unfold, but yesterday it was not there; then the white strawberry flowers will sparkle in the greenery, from which juicy, red berries will emerge by the end of spring. Cherries, apple trees, and pears are covered with white and white-pink flowers. Everything celebrates spring, everything blooms and smells fragrant.
Spring does not begin at the same time everywhere. The further south you go, the earlier spring gets. In Crimea, flowers are picked already in February, and in Arkhangelsk you can freeze your nose in April.
Birds, along with spring, appear in abundance. The rooks are the first to arrive and remind us with their screams that spring has begun. They almost always appear around March 9th. But then the lark, rising high in the air, sang its sonorous song. Fast, sharp-winged swallows arrive a little later. Starlings, blackbirds, waders, wild pigeons, and cuckoos appear one after another and inhabit fields, forests and groves that were recently silent.
High in the air, flocks of cranes, wild ducks, geese and swans stretch from south to north. Soon the nightingale will begin her sonorous song. Some of these birds, wild geese, cranes, swans, fly further; others stay with us all summer; those that remain begin to build nests: they rush around, scream, work, collect dry twigs, straw, moss, grass.
Busy ants, colorful butterflies, clumsy beetles, and then unbearable mosquitoes and midges, thousands of the most diverse flying and crawling insects come into the light of God. A hardworking bee, having slept through a long winter in a warm hive, wakes up, leaves its wax cell and flies to collect sweet honey from flowers.
There is noticeably less change in the animal kingdom. Wild animals are rarely seen at all. But you can’t help but see how happy livestock are about spring. After standing in barns for a long winter, horses, cows, and sheep happily run out into the field, and the shepherd doesn’t have to call them out of the house for long with his long pipe.
People are happy about the first snow, but they are also happy about the first flowers. Every season brings its own pleasures and its own worries. Double glazing is taken out in houses; fresh air and bright light rush into the room. Sounds from the street, which could not be heard behind the double glass for six months, are heard loudly. And for the peasants there is so much work to be done! But they are not afraid of work. Over the winter, bread, oats, hay and even straw - everything will be converted: one for food for people, the other for feed for livestock. We need to get to work so that we have something to eat for next fall and winter.
The peasant straightens the cart, adjusts the harrow and plow, and when the earth has warmed up a little and dried out, he goes to the field. He plows, harrows the field and sows spring crops on it, which must be sown and harvested in the same year: oats, buckwheat, barley, millet. In the gardens they dig ridges, plant potatoes, onions, peas, beans, cabbage; they sow hemp, beets, carrots, turnips. In the capitals, wealthy people move to their dachas, where gardeners arrange flower beds, plant and sow flowers. The poor man also rejoices in the spring: thank God - it has become warmer! God's sun shines freely for everyone, equally for everyone; less firewood is needed and the thin dress is more bearable.
Mamushi
Our 5-year-old daughter was assigned to give a short report about houseplants in kindergarten. Now they are studying different flowers, and some of the children were asked to be the teacher's assistants and make such reports for their comrades. I suspect that in fact it was for some commission or for an open lesson :).
We were given materials in kindergarten - two A4 sheets, where the text was clearly copied from some online encyclopedia. Naturally, there was a lot of purely scientific information that children could not remember or understand. I had to adapt and shorten the text. The result was two short stories - about geranium and about cactus.
Geranium
Geranium is a very beautiful plant. It can have white, pink, orange, red and crimson flowers. Geranium flowers grow close together on long stalks without leaves, so from a distance they resemble a colored umbrella. Many geraniums smell pleasant: orange, lemon, apple or rose.
Geranium loves light and should not be kept in a dark room. If a flower is placed in the shade for a long time, it will turn yellow and the leaves will fall off. In summer, geraniums need to be watered well, and in winter they should be kept in a cool place, away from radiators, and should be watered rarely.
Geranium is not only a beautiful, but also a useful plant. She is even called the “ear, nose and throat doctor” because she helps people cope with ear, nose and throat diseases. But mosquitoes, flies and moths, on the contrary, do not like the smell of geranium and fly away.
People have long noticed that geranium fruits look like the long nose of a crane. In different countries, geranium is called differently: stork's nose, crane's nose. And our Russian name “geranium” comes from the Greek “geranos”, which means “crane”. The birthplace of geranium is South Africa.
Cactus
Cacti are very unusual plants. They have a thick, succulent stem and no leaves at all. Or rather, there are leaves, only they have turned into thorns, fluffs or hairs. Cacti can be huge, taller than trees, or they can be small, no larger than a matchbox.
Most cacti bloom very beautifully, but for this they need to be properly cared for. Cacti love light, especially in winter. In hot weather, these plants need to be kept in the shade and the room must be ventilated, because cacti love fresh air. In summer, cacti are constantly watered, and in winter, watering is almost stopped.
It’s very nice to admire cacti, but you can’t touch them with your hands!
We also once came up with riddles about flowers. True, we didn’t talk about geraniums and cacti, but we’ll suggest it in the kindergarten - in case they also study some of these flowers.
Sultry afternoon
Aksakov S.T.
I have always loved and love the heat of our short summer... The sultry afternoon is blazing. Perfect silence. The wide pond, green as a spring meadow, covered with grasses, does not sway, as if sleeping in its sloping banks; the reeds stand motionless.
The mainland and the grass-free channels shine like mirrors; the rest of the water is overgrown with various aquatic plants. Either bright green or dark-colored leaves spread across the water, but their roots go deep into the muddy bottom; white and yellow water lilies, the color of burdocks, simply called pitchers, and red flowers of dark grass protruding above long, cut-out leaves diversify the green carpet covering the surface of the pond.
What a luxury of warmth! What bliss and benefit to the body! How pleasant is the proximity of water and the opportunity to refresh your face and head with it!
The fish is also hot: it seems to be sleepy standing under the shade of the grass. Seeing tasty food, only for a moment it lazily swims out to clean places, pierced by the sun's rays, grabs the prey and hurries under its green canopies.
Unusual plants | Story by Misha R.
Article by the 17-year-old editor of the site “Family and Faith” - Misha Romanov
Hello , dear children and parents! Let me tell you today about some unusual plants growing on our globe.
Did you know that you can ride on a huge water lily leaf? True, for this you need to go to South America, for example, Brazil. Victoria grows there. This plant is named after the Queen of Great Britain.
Victoria leaves are about two meters in diameter, so they can support a child weighing 35 kg. The edges of the powerful leaf are curved upward and covered with prickly teeth along the edges and thorns at the bottom. The leaf is very similar to a floating fortress. Its color is also unusual: green above and bright red below.
Some of the plants can live not for years, not for hundreds of years, but for entire millennia. One of these amazing trees is the dragon tree or dracaena. The most famous representatives of this species grow in the Canary Islands.
On the island of Tenerife, in the city of La Orotava, the oldest dracaena grew, which lived for 6 thousand years. In 1868, a hurricane felled the old-timer, but who knows how long this tree would have lived?
The leaves of this tree are very tough, you can even make brushes from them. But the most interesting thing about dragon wood is the resin. It is not the color we are used to, but red. Legend has it that this is not just resin: under the dracaena bark there is real dragon blood. This resin is considered sacred.
There is also a decorative dracaena with bunches of narrow leaves. If you have such plants at home, know that they are relatives of the dragon tree.
There are also carnivorous plants on the ground. You've probably heard of them. Such plants have a special mechanism for insects. Of course, eating insects is a completely uncharacteristic activity for beautiful flowers, but, as you can see, this also happens in nature.
But in some areas, plants live in conditions in which their roots cannot obtain enough nutrients. It is for this reason that they have adapted to catch insects and then digest them.
There are three groups of such insectivorous plants: plants with trap leaves, plants with sticky leaves, and plants with leaves shaped like a jug with a lid filled with water.
The Venus flytrap is a flower from the group of trap plants. The bright leaves of this plant have denticles along their edges. Insects, attracted by its bright color, land on it and find themselves trapped.
Among the trees there are real giants, such as the mammoth tree or the sequoiadendron. It grows in Central America. This tree has a height of up to 100 meters and a trunk diameter of up to 10 meters. It is known that thirty people can easily fit on one mammoth tree stump. And in one of the parks, cars pass freely in its trunk. The wood of the mammoth tree is red and does not rot, which is one of the reasons for the destruction of these heroes of the plant world. Now there are only 500 of these trees left, which is, of course, very few. They are protected and even given their own names, for example: “Father of the Forests”, “General Grant”.
All the best! God bless you!
Who invented the microscope | Story by Misha R.
Golden Meadow
MM. Prishvin
My brother and I always had fun with them when dandelions ripened. It used to be that we would go somewhere on our business - he was in front, I was at the heel.
Seryozha! - I’ll call him in a businesslike manner. He will look back, and I will blow a dandelion right in his face. For this, he begins to watch for me and, like a gape, he also makes a fuss. And so we picked these uninteresting flowers just for fun. But once I managed to make a discovery.
We lived in a village, in front of our window there was a meadow, all golden with many blooming dandelions. It was very beautiful. Everyone said: Very beautiful! The meadow is golden.
One day I got up early to fish and noticed that the meadow was not golden, but green. When I returned home around noon, the meadow was again all golden. I began to observe. By evening the meadow turned green again. Then I went and found a dandelion, and it turned out that he squeezed his petals, as if your fingers on the side of your palm were yellow and, clenching into a fist, we would close the yellow one. In the morning, when the sun rose, I saw the dandelions opening their palms, and this made the meadow turn golden again.
Since then, dandelion has become one of the most interesting flowers for us, because dandelions went to bed with us children and got up with us.
The beauty of plants can be both external and internal. They have amazing properties:
- They release oxygen and absorb carbon dioxide;
- They delight and surprise with their beauty;
- On their basis, medicinal tinctures are made;
- They are added when creating cosmetic creams.
The most beautiful plants in the world are flowers; their unique shapes and aromas delight us. Here are some representatives of beautiful flowers:
| "Orchid" | "Calla" | "Sakura" |
| "Canna" | "Rose" | "Lantana" |
But such beautiful plants need good care; they need to be watered, replanted, and fed on time. By caring for flowers, you show them your love, and they reciprocate.
How a shirt grew in a field
Ushinsky K.D.
I
Tanya saw her father scattering handfuls of small shiny grains across the field, and asked:
- What are you doing, father?
- But I’m sowing flax, daughter; a shirt will grow for you and Vasyutka.
Tanya thought: she had never seen shirts growing in a field.
About two weeks later the strip was covered with green silky grass and Tanya thought: “It would be nice if I had a shirt like that.”
Once or twice Tanya’s mother and sisters came to weed the strip and each time they said to the girl:
- You will have a nice shirt!
A few more weeks passed: the grass on the strip rose, and blue flowers appeared on it. “Brother Vasya has such eyes,” Tanya thought, “but I’ve never seen such shirts on anyone.”
When the flowers fell, green heads appeared in their place. When the heads turned brown and dried out, Tanya’s mother and sisters pulled out all the flax by the roots, tied sheaves and put them in the field to dry.
II
When the flax dried out, they began to cut off its heads, and then they sank the headless bunches in the river and piled another stone on top so that they would not float up.
Tanya watched sadly as her shirt was drowned; and the sisters then told her again:
- You have a nice shirt, Tanya.
About two weeks later, they took the flax out of the river, dried it and began to beat it, first with a board on the threshing floor, then with a whip in the yard, so that the poor flax sent fire flying in all directions. Having frayed, they began to comb the flax with an iron comb until it became soft and silky.
“You’ll have a nice shirt,” the sisters said to Tanya again. But Tanya thought: “Where is the shirt? It looks like Vasya’s hairs, not a shirt.”
Ill
The long winter evenings have arrived. Tanya's sisters put flax on their combs and began to spin threads from it. “These are threads,” Tanya thinks, “but where is the shirt?”
Winter, spring and summer have passed, autumn has come. The father installed crosses in the hut, pulled the warp over them and began to weave. The shuttle ran quickly between the threads, and then Tanya herself saw that canvas was coming out of the threads.
When the canvas was ready, they began to freeze it in the cold, spread it on the snow, and in the spring they spread it on the grass, in the sun, and sprinkled it with water. The canvas turned from gray to white, like boiling water.
Winter has come again. The mother cut shirts from canvas; The sisters began to sew shirts and for Christmas they put new shirts, white as snow, on Tanya and Vasya.
Card index of fairy tales about flowers.
Stories
of the Flower Country
Educator:
Ilyina Elena Evgenevna
Far, far away, behind the dense forests, behind the blue seas, high, high under the white clouds, on the top of a mountain lies a magical Flower Country.
In the magical Flower Land there lived elves - little girls with transparent wings.
Each girl had her own favorite flowers, which they lovingly looked after and protected from strong winds and bad weather.
On spring evenings, elf girls gathered together in the hollow of an old withered tree, with the kind grandfather Leshy. The goblin lived alone in the forest, and therefore was glad to have cheerful tiny guests. On these magical evenings, Grandfather Leshy loved to tell stories. With sinking hearts, the elves listened to tales about the flowers, whose guardians they were.
Listen to them too, my friend.
Fairy tale Iris Review "Spring Coltsfoot".
Spring is good everywhere. She brings joy everywhere. The young Butterfly frolics near the old fence, then flies onto the path, then dances on the hill, then sings a song - so quietly.
But then one day, circling over familiar places, the Butterfly noticed something unusual and flew to its neighbor, the young Bumblebee.
- Look, Bumblebee, Spring ran along the hills, painting the forest with its spring colors as it went, but lost the yellow paint. Yellow spots are visible here and there.
“Indeed,” said Bumblebee. - Let's fly to the wise Owl and tell her about this.
“Oh, you,” said the Owl, having learned what was the matter. – It’s not Spring that has lost its color, it’s the yellow Coltsfoot that has blossomed. Spring flower, primrose.
Coltsfoot delights everyone in the spring with its yellow color. She is like a miniature sun.
“Now we will remember this,” said the Butterfly and the Bumblebee.
Fairy tale Iris Review "Forest Lily of the Valley".
In a remote part of the forest, where not every bird would fly, there lived an unusual flower.
Among the large sheets, a thin stem with snow-white pearls seemed to be lost. The pearls held tightly to the stem, as if they were afraid to fall off and roll down. Violet and Lungwort were watching an unusual flower from behind a hillock. “This is not Coltsfoot, not Goosebump and not Corydalis. What kind of unusual flower is this?” - they thought.
- Or maybe it’s not a flower at all? Since there are pearls here, maybe this is a decoration? - Violet and Sorreltail reasoned.
“We need to talk to him,” the flowers decided. - What is your name? - they asked.
- Lily of the valley. My name is Lily of the Valley. Previously, my name was simply “Smooth”. Then the name “Gladysh” stuck with me. But now everyone simply calls me “Lily of the Valley.”
-Where did you get your pearls? - asked the flowers.
“Once upon a time, Spring, giving way to Summer, wiped away the tears from her face, I caught them and secured them on my stem. And now they are always with me.
“What doesn’t happen in nature,” thought Violet and Sorreltail.
A fairy tale about the golden Dandelion.
There were many flowers growing in the small garden. They were all very beautiful and bright. The owner took care of them and watered them often.
But then one day a small sprout appeared near the garden path. It grew and grew and soon a bud appeared on it, from which yellow petals peeked out. All the flowers looked at this bud and waited for the flower to bloom. And so, early in the morning, the flower at first hesitantly opened its green leaves and looked out into the light, and then opened them wide and everyone saw that it was a Dandelion.
It was bright and unusual; there were no other flowers like it in the garden. The roses were very surprised, and the bells nodded their purple heads, the lilies spread their long curved petals to the sides.
All the flowers whispered: “How small, unusual, ugly he is. We will not be friends with him." But the flower was not upset, he hoped that the hostess would appreciate him. But then the hostess came out and was indignant: “I wonder where the dandelion came from here? We’ll have to weed it out!”
The dandelion cried, folded its leaves and turned away from everyone. He was bitter and offended that he was not recognized as such a wonderful flower as others.
In the middle of the day it began to rain heavily. All the flowers closed their buds and hid their delicate petals from the heavy drops. Then the rain stopped, but the sky was gloomy and stormy. The hostess walked around sad and kept sighing: “At least one ray of sunshine appeared.” The dandelion took pity on her and, not afraid that it might rain at any moment and break its fragile petals, opened the bud.
The hostess saw him and smiled: “You are so bright and sunny, like a little sun. I guess I’ll leave you with my flowers.”
The dandelion was very happy about this, and every morning he showed everyone his golden petals.
The legend of daisies.
Once upon a time there lived a forest fairy. Where she appeared, nature came to life and amazing flowers bloomed. She knew how to heal, and both people and animals came to her for help, and she did not refuse anyone. The fairy fell in love with the young shepherd. It used to fly to the meadow where he grazes the flock, hide in the crown of a tree and listen to him play the pipe. Finally, the forest fairy decided to go out to the shepherd. He saw her and fell in love with her. They began to meet every day, and the fairy endowed her lover with the gift of healing. She revealed to him the secrets of herbs and flowers, trees and stones. The shepherd began to treat people, but not just like that, but took a lot of money for it. He became rich and stopped tending the flock. Less and less often did he come to the forest clearing where the fairy was waiting for him. And soon he completely forgot about her. Hiding in the tree crown, the forest fairy never stopped waiting for her lover. She shed bitter tears, and the more she cried, the less and less she became. So she burst into tears. And where the tears fell, daisy flowers grew there. They stand, stretch out their stalks of hands to the sun, drop petals like tears: they love - they don’t love, they will come or they won’t come. They feel people's pain in tears and help everyone who with a pure soul asks them for help. Meanwhile, the shepherd, with each tear, lost the strength that the forest fairy had given him. And the day came when all his strength was gone and his luck deserted him. People turned away from him. Then the shepherd remembered his fairy, came to the meadow - where they met, lo and behold, the whole field was strewn with daisies. He began to call to the forest fairy, but there was only silence all around, only daisies stretched their heads towards him, as if they were caressing him. The shepherd became sad and returned to his flock. And daisies have been helping lovers sort out their feelings ever since.
I. Rutenin. The Tale of the Bell.
A bluebell lived in the steppe all summer. He felt good among other flowers! He usually woke up early after a short night. I looked around: a blue day over the steppe, the sun was shining. And high in the sky the lark laughs. And all this was near and dear to him. But one day the bell woke up at night from severe cold. He looks - and everything around is white and white! It snowed. They weren't expecting him! And the bell began to freeze. He trembles and thinks: “When will the day come? He probably went somewhere on business and will be back soon. After all, when the day comes, it will immediately become warm and cozy.” But the morning was far away. But the bell is not used to the cold. And then he asked the snow: “Have you seen the day?” The snow didn't answer. It only made him feel even more cold. Then the bell bent down and quietly rang in the wind: “Have you seen the day?” - Uh-uh-uh? - the wind didn’t understand. -Have you seen the day? - the bell repeated again. The cold wind came closer to it to hear it better, and then the bell froze. About that time a man was riding along the road on a horse. He saw a flower, picked it up, hung it on the arch of his sleigh and went on. He drives and drives, and suddenly he hears: a small bell speaks. Maybe it thawed from the warmth of human hands, or maybe there was another reason. But he just asked again, ringing gently in the frosty air: “Have you seen the day?” Have you seen the day? People liked the way the bell spoke. And they began to make the same bells from silver. And even when people cast a big, big bell so that it would call all Christians to prayer in the temple of God, he also loudly asked everyone: “Day?” -Day? Here's an interesting story about an ordinary wildflower.
Fairy tale Iris Revue "Pansies".
Once upon a time there lived a girl Anyuta. Such a curious girl! She cared about everything. Especially before the flowers. Anyuta loved flowers very much. The bells rang - Anyuta sang a song, the roses smelled fragrant - Anyuta recited poems. Lilies of the valley gave her pearls, daisies gave her happiness. They always made sure that the last petal fell on the word “loves”.
And Anyuta had a cherished wish: if new flowers appear in the world, their name will be associated with the name Anyuta. But while no new flowers appeared in the world, everything went on as usual.
And then one day there was a terrible thunderstorm, and then it started raining heavily. When everything stopped, Anyuta saw new small sprouts in her flower bed. Anya’s flower bed was large, a real Flower City. And there was enough space for all the flowers.
The new little sprouts looked cheerful. But day after day passed, the sprouts smiled, but did not stretch upward. Anya could not understand why this was happening.
Meanwhile, the new shoots became real Pansy helpers. They told me when to trim the peonies, water the asters, loosen the dahlias, and tie the vines. They saw everything.
“Real Pansies,” the Flower Fairy once said about the sprouts.
Hearing their name, the young sprouts somehow immediately perked up, smiled, nodded and... grew up. The name “pansies” stuck to them.
Oh, how beautiful they became when they grew up! They were not giants, they remained small in stature. But they were so sweet, gentle, bright.
They have become a real decoration of the Flower City!
A tale about carnations.
Grandma's old mirror stood on Grandma's old dresser. The mirror looked at the world for many years, and its glass became slightly foggy. A little bit. The mirror frame was very beautiful. It seemed like there were many fairy tales hidden in it: after all, the metal threads from which it was made were woven into amazing patterns, flowers, leaves.
Not far from the mirror, my grandmother had just placed a narrow glass vase with flowers. The flowers were reflected in the mirror. These were carnations. Two carnations are white, two pink and one red.
The carnations straightened their carved petals, shook themselves, fluffed up, and looked around. Quite unexpectedly for themselves, they saw their reflection in the mirror. Because it was unexpected because they had never seen mirrors before and did not know that there was a reflection in the world. And now they have decided that these are just flowers like them.
“How wonderful it is,” said the red, oldest carnation, “beautiful flowers, the owners of these places, are waiting for us.”
“They are lovely,” said the white carnations.
“But it seems to us,” said the pink carnations, “that it is better to call them charming.”
Grandma’s old mirror even became a little funny: the carnations praised themselves and didn’t know about it.
Finally, the carnations decided to get acquainted with those other flowers. All five carnations politely and gracefully bowed to their reflection and said some kind words. Those other flowers also bowed. They bowed in the same way, but said nothing. It's clear. After all, those carnations that looked out of the mirror were not real, but only reflected.
“They are polite, but silent,” said the red carnation.
“Perhaps they are too modest,” suggested the white carnations.
I don’t know what the carnations asked their reflection. And I don’t know the second question. And the third. And even the tenth. I only know that in the end the carnations were perplexed: it turns out that those other flowers do not want to talk to them. Marvelous! Until now, all the flowers willingly talked to carnations. Can not understand anything!
The mirror decided to reveal the secret of those other flowers to the carnations. Clinking softly, the mirror said that there were no other colors at all, that it was just a reflection. That's all.
- That's all?! — the carnations didn’t want to believe. - That's all?! So simple?
“Yes, simply,” answered the mirror, “beautiful, lovely, enchanting flowers—that’s you.” And your reflection goes perfectly with my openwork frame. Is it true?
The mirror had no doubt that the carnations liked it. But it looks like it was wrong. The carnations became sad and silent.
They were silent for a long time, and then the red carnation timidly asked:
- Dear mirror, are you sure that those other flowers... that they definitely don’t exist at all?
“Of course,” the mirror rang quietly.
“It’s a shame,” said the red carnation.
“It’s sad,” said the white carnations.
“It’s sad,” said the pink carnations.
And the mirror was surprised. “What is offensive, sad, sad here? How can they not understand... - it wondered, - how can the beautiful carnations not understand that since there are no other flowers here, they are undoubtedly the most beautiful. Why aren't they happy about this? Aren't they proud?
The Carnations understood everything, but they were not happy or proud. They were sad. It seemed to them that they had lost friends: a red carnation, two white carnations and two pink carnations...
German legend about forget-me-nots.
In one big, big forest lived two children - a boy and a girl. They grew up together, played together and fell deeply in love with each other. When they grew up, the young man got ready to set off to see the wide white light. The girl walked to accompany her friend through a tall gray forest to the edge of the forest, where their native forest ended. There, at the edge of the meadow, bloomed a delightful blue flower with an orange-yellow center - a flower that they had never seen before.
Parting with pain in their hearts, they made a mutual promise over the little blue flower that they would never forget each other. They made this mutual promise and faithfully fulfilled it...
Many, many years have passed. The young man did not return. The girl grew older and older, became a mother, and then turned gray.
But then one day spring came again, and the beautiful month of May arrived. The woman went through a tall old forest to the forest edge. There she saw a man with a gray beard coming towards her. It seemed that both of them did not know each other. But at the edge of the clearing a lovely sky-blue flower, with an orange-yellow center, was blooming, and both he and she leaned towards it at the same time. Their eyes met - and immediately they recognized each other and realized that they remembered and did not forget about each other all these years.
From that moment on, this beautiful blue flower began to be called forget-me-not.
A tale about a daisy.
One little girl, looking at the sky strewn with stars before going to bed, asked: “Stars, stars, please become flowers so that I can play with you.” The stars, hearing the girl’s request, were reflected in the drops of dew, and when the girl woke up, she saw that the entire lawn in front of the house was dotted with white silvery daisies. The sun asked the daisy in the morning: “Are you satisfied and do you want anything else?” - Thank you! - answered the daisy. - I am pleased. Just let me bloom at any time of the year. I love children very much and am happy when they play with me. So may this joy never cease. The sun, in response, touched the daisy with one of its rays and left a yellow circle in the very middle, causing the petals to move apart, like rays from the sun’s radiance.”
The Tale of Cornflower.
Every year, the Goddess Spring brings with her new wildflowers in a basket. This time she decided to consult Heaven. – What other flower should I give to Mother Earth? – I have a spring dream. “I really want another flower to appear in the blue meadow,” Heaven answered her. “Can I refuse you?” Vesna smiled at him. Then she clapped her hands and asked the storm clouds to water the meadow. - And now the most important part of the magic. For a flower to bloom, give it a piece of your heart, Spring asked the Sky. “Please take as much as you need,” and the Sky handed Spring a small blue heart. Spring kissed my heart. She gently carried him to the meadow and said: “Grow, grow, little flower!” Flower - Cornflower. As soon as Spring said the cherished words, a sprout appeared from the ground. I straightened the leaves of the flower and picked a bud for flowering. “What did you call my new friend, Spring?” asked Sky. “I saw a boy in the village yesterday with the same blue eyes as yours.” They are simply heavenly blue! Mom called the boy Vasilek. What if we give the flower this name? Do you mind, Heaven? “I want to look at the boy,” Sky answered Vesna. - Look! Here he is going home, - Doesn’t he have beautiful eyes? - Cornflower! “Go have lunch!” the boy’s mother called. – Today there is not a single cloud in the sky. How beautiful it is! I wonder: where is the sky? And I'm on the ground. It's the same blue as my eyes. Maybe it gave me this eye color? “Maybe Vasilek,” his mother answered him, smiling. – What a good boy! – you can call him after the flower, Spring. This is how the cornflower flower appeared on earth, the same blue as the color of the boy’s eyes and the bright, blue Sky
Fairy tale by V. Sukhomlinsky
"One - the only poppy seed in the world"
The grandmother was carrying ripe poppies from the garden. “Where are they taking us?” – one Curious Poppy Seed whispered in a frightened poppy box. It stuck its tiny head out the window to look into the yard and fell to the ground. A wonderful world opened up before us. The grain became scared. It seemed to him that there was only one left - the only one in the whole world. The grain began to cry. Then she fell asleep. I had an amazing dream: it was as if huge white blankets were falling from the sky to the ground. The Poppy Seed is sleeping. He felt warm under the snow-white winter blanket. Curious Poppy Seed woke up from the warmth.
- Let's help the poppy seed grow: let's water it.
Exercise “Hello, grain”
Cloud, cloud! White, good!
Give us, cloud, a drop of rain. Children stretch their hands up.
Small grain
We threw it into the ground. Children pretend to be sowers.
A small grain cannot live without water. Song “Rain” with movements - What happened to the poppy seed next?
The seed raises its eyes and was surprised to notice that instead of a head it has a green shoot. But what was even more surprising was that a large red flower bloomed at its top.
And most of all, it was happy when it saw many more such red flowers.
- So that means I’m not alone in this world! - said the poppy seed and laughed.
Fairy tale by Iris Rey “The Generous Sunflower.”
When a sprout I know was little, he decided that when he grew up, he would be like the Sun. Everyone looks like someone. Lily of the valley flowers look like white pearls, bell flowers look like real bells.
“Everyone likes the sun,” the sprout reasoned, “golden, tall, round.” That's how I will be.
Time passed, the summer sun warmed the earth well, the warm rain fed every living thing on earth to its full. And our familiar sprout rose, became strong and strong.
And he really became like the Sun. It had a huge yellow flower reaching towards the real sun.
They began to call him Sunflower. During the day, the Sunflower turned its head following the Sun, and at night he lowered it down - that’s how he slept.
And by autumn, the head of the Sunflower was already tightly packed with delicious seeds.
The sunflower turned out to be not only similar in appearance to the sun, but also as generous as it. People learned to make halva, sunflower oil, and kozinaki from Sunflower seeds; and the seeds themselves are a healthy and tasty treat.
This is how the Sunflower turned out!
At dawn, little girls with transparent wings returned to the Flower Land to their favorite flowers. They set to work together, watered their flowers, loosened the soil and retold them the fairy tale stories of Grandfather Leshy.
Did you like the fairy tales of Grandfather Leshy, my friend?
But this is not the end, interesting stories about the Flower Country and little elves await you ahead.
See you again!
Thank you
for your attention!
