The expression "Mother-Winter" is evidence that the Russians lived in southern regions where winter is a wet season, and the summer is arid, dead. Poems for children about winter and winter holidays: What to read and learn Yarensk Winter winter

From Caseluk (the boundaries of the Republic of Kazakhstan with the Arkhangelsk region) to Yarensk - all some 20 km, do not go on a good road - you can fly! Therefore, many residents of Cazluk, Zhestarta and other nearby villages are often driving to the district center of the Lena District. Who for what purpose, but recently, most often guests, and not only from the Komi Republic, travel on excursions to the residence of the Mother of the Winter.

Cognitive-entertainment program "Fairy Tales of the Lensky Forest" for children and adults (newlyweds, birthdays) by their wishes may include a tour of the Ancient Yarensk, as well as the reception in the winter residence, and "winter fun" on the slope of the Kizhmol River, which is literally near the residence (riding on the cheesecakes, slides and so on) and a lot of things - balls, techniques on the occasion, master classes and so on.

Fairy tale can be made

A very little time passed - two years with the "tail" - as a dream about the fairy tale to make it becoming a reality. Yes, what: Yarensk today became officially and All-Russian recognized birthplace winter.

How did it all be done for such a short period of time? At the beginning, the idea appeared, and it arose at the head of the social development department of the administration of the Ministry of Defense municipal area»Natalia Rocheva Suddenly - when watching fabulous card Russia. "If there is a homeland from Santa Claus, his granddaughter of the Snow Maiden, then why not her winter?", I thought Natalia Nikolaevna.

Began to search for sources to confirm this fact in the chronicles. And found!

At least, believe me, at least check: on the night of June 21-28, 1882 there was a strong blizzard and in the village of Siberia Yaren district (three km from Yarenska) from Santa Claus and Mother Metitiza was born in Zimushka-Winter.

Surprisingly, we hit the point! Information about the Motherland of the winter was written by Russian information agencies, "Arguments and Facts", television, a message appeared on the Internet, "N. Rochev said. - So the new tourist destination emerged.

And work on the "promotion" of dream ideas began: yes what! Employees of the Social Development Department of the Administration of the district and Yarensky local Lore Museum Scientific work of projects were written, in which the concept of the birth of a snowy heroine was justified. The project "Snowy Lace Winter" was the best among the 12 projects of the Arkhangelsk region and was awarded a grant of 300 thousand rubles, another project was written for which 400 thousand rubles received. (Looking ahead, I must say that later during the winter residences were created two Tosa, and the targets received from them were used to reflect the territory of the residence - the fence was set, benches, figures of fabulous heroes were made).

For the Residence of the Winter administration of the Lena district, the old home of the merchant Eshkilev was provided, in which a lot was preserved at an initial form, and part of the interior began to stylize under the ancient and ... a fairy tale. Residents, having heard about such a miracle, began to bring antique furniture - chests, tables, buffets, and so on. Workers of the residence, which three, all this was put in order, decorated. A magnificent wooden throne for winter in drawings made a skillful master. Costumes are so beautiful that eye does not tear off! - She sewed the cutter-designer of the highest qualification Tatiana Katunina, which plays on excursions in the form of Mother Metalitsa. And Lily Korzharukov in the image of winter - so gentle, sophisticated and beautiful!

Winter will show his palace ...

We, the correspondents of the newspaper, are difficult to surprise something, because, where we just had never been and that we just did not see. But the excursion was still pleasantly surprised - first of all, the originality, as well as the magic journey to the world of fairy tales, and the fact that we are not long as if they became children again and believed in miracles! We entered into a silver office with an old phone on the table in writing - silverly, where Mother Metelitsa met us, showed us 150 snowdings yes decorated with snowflakes walls and an old tremor, and led to the throne hall, where we met the winter winter in a snow-white robe (on snapshot). "If you sit in a snowy throne, you will make a desire, it will certainly come true," said the wizard-winter. Next, she spent us in the meal, where the dishes are all (a gift from Sievenko) - clean silver, and further - in a cozy crowd. And there everything believes - a bed with high perins and winter pillows - on what winter I'll sleep, such and the weather will be ... showed us and winter cellar, where the winter kept salted snowballs in the birch pereshka and marinated icicles and many other supplies about the reserve. After that, the doors of the treasury opened, where there was a Christmas tree with diamonds yes safes, in which the fabulous wealth of winter was kept - silver bars and pearls ...

At the end of the excursion we visited the workshops of the Mother of Winter. Here they saw gifts from the house of creativity of the village of Urdoma - unusual vases, embroidered paintings, as well as vintage masters - spinning and much more. At the request of the guests there are master classes for the manufacture of snowflakes and other New Year attributes. And in the shop, which is next to the workshops, you can purchase souvenirs and handmade crafts.

"Snowy Lace Winter"

This is the name of the annual festival, which is held in December in Yarensk. This year, he opened on the second December by the performance of the Asia Kya ensemble from the Komi Republic in the Yarean Center of Culture. "60 artists showed a unique bright musical program with Komi and Russian songs under the accompaniment of the living orchestra," wrote an enthusiastic review about the speech of our countrymen Lena District Newspaper "Mayak". As part of the festival, many more interesting events are planned.

In February, Santa Claus is going to the International Congress of Wizards in Sochi, in order to support athletes at the Olympics. And now it collects a fabulous delegation, in which our Mother's winter and the Arkhangelsk Snowman - said, "Natalia Rocheva said, who as the author of the idea of \u200b\u200bthe Yarensk - Motherland of the Winter in December 2012 received a special prize from the new governor of the Arkhangelsk region, and himself The project received a diploma in a special nomination "For a fruitful idea".

On December 21, her whole family will gather in Yarensk on the birthday of a snowy kudesnitsa in Yarensk, Mother's frost, Mother's blizzard, faithful Siverko satellite, Snow Maiden's daughter, aunt and uncle Snowmen and snow women, as well as numerous nephews and nieces. Snowflakes and snowflakes. In honor of this event will be held the Winter Ball "Snowy Lace Winter".

On the way to the Mother of the Mother of the Winter, you will definitely stop in the village of Bellopashino - Rustic Games, Assumptions and Russian Stove ... Belopashinsky Sowing - then more fun!

The program of events in the residence of the Winter Mother:

DECEMBER

December 1-21- Festival "Fairy Tales of Lensky Forest":
- Competition "Happy Birthday, Winter!";
- "Opening of the festival" Fairy Tales of Lena Forest "(theatrical presentation);
- The holiday of the masters "Good people to the Ployer!" (Interactive programs, exhibition-fair, master classes, etc.);
- Opening of the Christmas tree in the meadow of the Mother of the Winter;
- "Rising stars" (children's creativity competition);
- "Wedding in the winter fairy tale" and the discovery of "Alley of Lovers";
- "Miracles under New Year"(Opening of the New Year tree);
- "Snow Ball of the Winter" (theatrical presentation).
December 24-27 - Interactive theatrical presentation of the "New Year's adventure of snowballs and snowflake".
December 27-30 - Festive exit program with the participation of Santa Claus and Snow Maiden "Invite a fairy tale to the house."

JANUARY

January 2-12 - New Year's techniques in the residence of the winter.
January 6- Theatrical presentation based on the work of Nikolai Gogol "Evenings on the farm near Dikanka".
January 7- Christmas festivities.
January 17 - "Combians came to us on the shock" (folk walk).

December came - the month of early twilight and anticipation of winter joys. Winter came. Crafts with cotton and gloves, paper snowflakes, Christmas trees and snowmen and the first shimmering on the windows of the garlands - the constant signs of special time, extinguishing in all families where there are small children. In some houses, the wall advent-calendar is decorated - an amazing monument to Mama hardworking and fantasies, bags with surprises and tasks for every day.

In December, the winter poems begin to sound

And in December, winter poems begin to sound. Even if during the year they almost do not sound - the pre-holiday time is special. Most often, they are taught on the Christmas tree - to school, in kindergarten, on Sunday school. Among them are a lot of good, but to the extremes of the "brought" texts, scientists who are still a grandmother about her October. And although "girls got up in a circle, got up and procli" - the excellent poems of Agniya Lvovna about the fun at Yolka, sometimes you want something new, fresh and no less talented.

Here I tried to collect the most beautiful and melodic, deep and good poems about the winter, the New Year and the Christmas of Christ, that you can learn with the children. Among them are modern, and tested texts, large and small, serious and funny. The main thing is that they create and maintain the feeling of winter holidays - perhaps the best thing happens to us during the cold winter time.

How winter comes

It is always a mystery, every year news. Yesterday it was dirty and gray, today - frosty and snow, as if one world replaces the other. The small passage of this border of the time of the year is Pushkin in the "Eugene Onegin" - however, there are about everything important in the life of a Russian person.

Here is the north, clouds catching,
Got drunk, overwhelmed - and here herself
There is a wizard-winter.
Came, crumbled; Clokami
Hung on the bitch oaks,
Lay down wavy carpets
Among the fields around the hills.
Return Break
Compare Pullen Pelube;
Blinned frost, and we are glad
Ramazam Mother's winter.

The amazing force, the depth and emotionality of these lines is clear and the child - even at the level of the melody of the verse. In these eleven rows, a whole range of moods - from the mysterious and slightly ominous to good-natured-fun. This is all Pushkin, in fact: I remember, at the university we quoted a line from the "Captain's Daughter", the picturesque all the famous snowy storm: "Everything was dark and whirlwind." Five little words that do not just explain - create Before us is a visual and convex image.

The above passage, of course, requires a parent comment: "Clocks", "Bregue" and "Pukhlo Pelinos" need an explanation, especially for a preschooler. Otherwise, this singeling, sonorous text is the most, perhaps, visual illustration of the beginning of winter.

But another, funny and ringing, excerpt from the novel. It can be learned and read on occasion. This is also a small visual picture, an accessible understanding from 4-5 years:

Tidy fashionable parquet
Shines the river, ice dressed.
Boys joyful people
Skates doubt the ice cut;
On the red legs goose heavy,
Thinking to sail along the waters,
Steps gently on the ice,
Slips and falls; happy
Flashes, the first snow goes
Stars falling on the Breg.

The joy of the first snow and frost is always a nursery, even if you are already an adult

The arrival of winter is almost always joy, and in poetry too. So in the software poem Athanasius Feta a lot of this feeling. The joy of the first snow and frost is always a nursery, even if you are already an adult. Probably, therefore, one of the most beloved poems to memorize is:

Mama! Looks from the window -
Know yesterday no wonder cat
Washed a nose:
No dirt, the whole yard dressed,
Lucky, wielded -
Seen, there is a frost.

Not spiny, light blue
In the branches of Yayay -
Look at least!
Like someone torpedo
Fresh, white, plump wool
All removed the bushes.

Now there will be no dispute:
For salazzas, and in the mountain
Fun running!
True, mom? You will not refuse
And he, probably, say:
"Well, soon to walk!"

This text is amazing also because it is an exception. Fet wrote it five years before death, in the years of heavy disappointments and the sad doom, the premonition of the death. And suddenly such a clean, nursery, no stupid joy - the more valuable for the reader.

The only incomprehensible modern child here is the word - "Tornish". It completely comes out of use. However, you should not be afraid of such archaisms in advance: no, they do not confuse, do not frighten the baby. It is unlikely that he will use them in speech, but they show the endless wealth of the world, show life in the historical perspective.

But another greeting of winter - it is created by Peter Vyazemsky. This wonderful poet today is rarely remembered - except specialists - and sorry. It delicately feels and talentedly passes the joy and the update that we feel at the beginning of winter.

Hello, in white sundress
From silver brocade!
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.

You are a lively smile
Fresh charming faces
Awaken to the feelings of new
Sanding hearts!

Hello, Russian fashion,
Collationsavitsa-soul,
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother-Winter!

A similar feeling reigns in the poem of Nikolai Rubatov - and only shares poets for more than a century.

Snow fell - and everything was forgotten.
What the soul was full!
Heart easier suddenly beat.
As if I drank wine.

Along the street along narrow
Clean rush breeze,
Beauty Old Russian
Updated town.

Snow flies on the temple of Sofia.
For children, but they do not find them.
Snow flies throughout Russia,
Like a joyful news.

Snow flies - look and listen!
So, simple and cunning,
Life sometimes Does the soul ...
Well, okay! And good.

But the modern poem - Daria Gerasimov wrote him. Her poetic texts are good with their thoughtfulness, a special feeling of the surrounding world.

Childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflections

After all, childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflections.

WINTER EVENING

The wind is sleeping on the blue tree,
Rivers sleep, at home.
The distance flies on a white wolf
Grandma Winter.

Rapet Snow from Mittens
Light wave.
And sing bird blizzards
In the sky it is necessary for me.

Before the house, I walk,
Where is my old grandfather
Quiet in the rooms includes
Golden light.

Let him spin on the alley
Snow tape
Let it be faster
Grandma Winter.

In the Lunar Tuben hits
Somewhere in the distance ...
And the snow is fluffy melts
On my hand ...

But the poem with a completely different mood: something average between children's fantasy and reading is cheerful, rhythmic and light, like the first snow. It is also called - "First Snow", but written more than a century ago, a wonderful Russian poet Sergey Gorodetsky, friend Nikolai Gumilyov, a poet, translator, fearless military correspondent of the First World War.

A month with the sun began to be considered
Who earlier,
One, two, three, four, five,
The wind came out to fly,
He scored birds of the winged,
Cloud of gray and shaggy.
Launched the sky
During the day and night the snow goes,
And between the cloud, under the closure,
Crying bitter month with the sun:
One, two, three, four, five.
Who climbs to overclock?

Winter dreams

"Went in the invisible, having dormant under the sleep fairy tale," remember? Such a mood was close not only to Yesenin. It appears in modern children's poetry. Because winter is actually incredible wealth: paints, joy, life. You can run and lie in the snowdrifts, ride sleds and play in snowballs, and then thoughtfully observe how the frozen peace is immersed in the frosty sleep. Or sleep yourself - and grow, grow up in a dream.

Night Song

In silence is complete
Snow fell on the roofs.
Dropped milk tooth fell
In the evening in Grisha.

Snow covered tracks
And arrogant on the roofs.
Until morning in her palm
The tooth was lying in Grisha.

Sugro will grow
Above the roofs and pipes ...
And by spring closer
Growing and tooth!

This poem wrote Michael Yasnov. It looks like a lullaby - and rhythm, and melody, and poetic pattern. But what poetic text is Andrei Usacheva - about the same, but see what they are different!

Quietly tale singing,
Swims in twilight winter
Warm blanket covered
Earth, and trees, and at home.

Above the fields light snow is spinning,
As if the stars fall from heaven.
Lowering the shaggy eyelashes,
Dorming in silence dense forest.

Sleep on Christmas tree gold owls
In the fabulous shine of the moon.
On the edge of the forest are sleeping drifts,
Like big white elephants.

Everything changes the shape and painting,
Dims windows sleepy houses
And winter, telling a fairy tale,
Falls asleep slowly ...

About winter warmer

Yes, this is this way: Winter teaches us to appreciate and love the comfort, the house, well, and warm, of course. The special charm is the opposition of storm, frost, uncompreheption outside the window - and warm, full of soft light at home. Here is another poem Athanasius Feta - it is precisely this:

The cat sings, the eyes of nice
Boy sleep on the carpet,
The storm plays in the yard,
The wind is risening in the yard.

"Full here to lie here,
Hide toys yes get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
Yes, and sleep goes. "

The boy got up. And the cat's eyes
Took and sings everything;
In the windows, snow is picked up
The storm is silent at the gate.

Oddly enough, it is this topic - at home, comfort, peaceful evenings at the fire - can make a parent to conversation with a child about mercy. This topic was often rising quite often in the Russian Christmas prose - and Dostoevsky in the "Girl with matches", and from Kuprin in the "Wonderful Doctor", and in many other works.

The topic of the house, comfort can fight the parent to conversation with the child about mercy

When it is warm and satisfying me, the thoughts of someone's misfortune is like a snap of a cold wind that bursts into a hung cozy room. But these are important thoughts, and even more importantly, they turn into cases. As - every parent decides in its own way, but the conversation about mercy in contrast with its own well-being is a fairly effective method.

I have an old children's book. Unfortunately, she was not reissued, and few people know about the wonderful poet Vitaly Tatarnikov. And he, meanwhile, belongs to the excellent poems - good and warm. Here is such, for example:

He lived in the light of the little man.
He pulled the sheep all his life.
Will there
at night -
Knock-knock -
Resorted to her shepherd.
The man took a first-aid kit
And hurried to save the lamb.
... shrouded in the fields of frost,
The cold is not a joke.
And Ovechki
Little man
Gave the fur coat:
- Wash more fun
And do not pain yourself!

But the poem of Yulia Simbirskaya, dedicated ... Battery! Yes, even such a prosaic subject can be the hero of excellent poetic text, lyrical and ironic at the same time.

She dries on a hot back
My frozen shoes.
Palm next to them.
In winter, I am friends with batteries
And the sweater is friendly, the mittens are friends,
And the cat somewhere with the edge nods.
After all, warmth is hiding in the battery.
Such a house for the winter found.
And bouffags like milk in the cat,
Heat at the battery in the stomach.

Winter joy and fun

"Push the birds!" - Poet wrote Alexander Yashin. In fact, about this simple and joyful winter business wrote a lot before Igor Northerner - yes, yes, the one who threatened the tragedy of life to turn into Greazophars "in the group of girls nervous, in a sharp society Damsky." And here - without losing its ironic-exquisite manner, he writes simply and ringing, about the picture of the winter day, about the moment of life of a little girl:

Her pets

She fed winter birds,
Throwing crumbs out of the window.
From their funny rolls
She laughed happily.
When she fled to school,
Pets, hearing snow crunch,
Vatagoy noisy and cheerful
Rushed after her with a bush on a bush!

But poems about snow and snowfall. They are different - perky, thoughtful, lyrical, full of irrepressible fantasy, such a truly children's, premonition of winter wonders:

Our house is slipped
Almost to the windows
BUT black sky,
Today in polka dot.
One hundred thousand peas.
No, one hundred million
Snake with the porchs
Snake from balconies.
And only hot palms
Afraid of heavenly peas.

Julia Simbirskaya

Snow Waltz.

Snow falls on people and houses,
Waltz without orchestra dancing winter.
Large flakes are circling ring,
Fall, fall on my face
Like caress. Dance, white snow,
You are happy with us all.

Rimma Aldonina

How much snow!

How much snow!
How much snow!
This is clearly not for running.
Obviously not for a pedestrian
This white weather.

It is for the move
It is for squealing,
For felting
For laughter!
So much snow
Here is fun!

Rimma Aldonina

SNOWFALL

House drifts,
Summary in the forest,
Huge
Snowdrift
I carry on the hat.
On passersby hats
With the arrival of winter -
Then the towers
Then castles
That's just hills.

And maybe it
Not locks and boulders
A snowy beasts
And snowy fish
On the hoods in the city
Ride, look,
Like white flakes
Over the world fly.

Russell on the headers
Lisers and owls
Dogs and cats,
Elephants and cows
And with a bird
On the header
My brother walks
And whispers with delight:
"What snowfall!"

Daria Gerasimova

Winter in children's verses is precisely joy. Riding and fooling, home heat, premonition of holidays. And good children's poets manage to find and show this joy at an unexpected angle.

Winter in children's verses is precisely joy. Riding and fooling, home heat, premonition of holidays

But this is useful and important - look at the usual things in a different way. For example, the eyes of the four-legged character of the poem of Mikhail Mosnova "Joy."

How joyful in the morning
Run down
Forgetting about the coat
With steam heating,
About chairs and table,
Vacuum cleaner and sofa,
And the nose will be bugged
In frost and fog!

How to happily see
What is happy to you again
Poles and angles,
Garages and fences
Pull the leash
Conducting escape
And skin like a rug
Clear about snow!

And there is also the joy of creativity and fantasy. They are, as you know, go hand in hand, and the child is completely deprived of the borders and conventions. But serve - if a little man grows in love - the most kind and bright feelings. This is how in the poem of Natalia Volkova, for example:

On a white leaves

I draw a gray gray hare.

Away, behind the snowdrift - deep ravine,
In the ravine sits a hid enemy!
Two sharp ear of snow sticks out -
Lisa wakes defenseless!

What to do?!
What to do?!
I do not play this way!
I am erased by a gray hare.

On a white leaflet into the line of oblique
I draw a white and white hare.

And let them say that my drawing is empty ...
I hear the bushes of mechanical crunch,
I see traces on the fluffy snow.
And bunny I am from the enemy saving!

I really like the poem of Sasha black "ice skating" - it accurately transmits the emotion and atmosphere of winter skating. True, it is not easy to teach him, despite the small size - he has a complex rhythmic pattern, and to tell it expressively, it is necessary to skillfully arrange pauses and semantic accents. But it is worth it - especially for lovers of skates!

Rush like wind, ice skating
Along the forest edge ...
Mittens on hands,
Cap on the top of the painter ...
Once or two! That slipped ...
Once and two! Almost quiarded ...
Once or two! Strong on socks!
Shrank, crushed ice,
The wind blows on the right.
Christmas trees! Full move -
From the pond in the ditch ...
Once or two! By slippery track ...
Once and two! Cheerful legs ...
Once or two! Forward and forward ...

New Year's poems

New Year for the Orthodox man - the time is not easy. For the Orthodox Parent - not easy doubly. It is important for me to keep the balance, carefully hold the children by the December-January rampant rampant, not to lose the fragile and quiet feeling of the Nativity of Christ. But I don't consider it a regular one from the traditional festive atmosphere completely from the traditional festive atmosphere. Therefore - poems.

Because good poems are afraid of vulgarity, crash and drunk screams. Because they take from the holiday, the most important intimate essence, the most sincere joy. These texts are easy to remember, perfectly declare, develop aesthetic taste and do not completely close the joy of the upcoming main holiday - the Nativity of Christ.

Silver Christmas tree

Silver Christmas tree
We grandpa brought us
Printed our grandfather's native
How good Santa Claus.

She is worth all glad,
And glows itself
Such a whole smart
Like winter winter.

Her sisters-tree
In the forest, frost sings
And they are all fun
Meet the new year.

Silver Christmas tree
Green savage
And ... a lot of joy
The kids brought.

Vitaly Tatarnikov

Gifts for Christmas tree

Set of colored paper
For child labor -
Wizards and magicians,
Sick here!
Artists
Artists
Will get on scissors,
And what else?
Still take
Large jar with glue,
And all we will cut,
We will collect and gleam:
Paper garden
Paper house
With the paper sun outside the window!
Sink on the branches of gold
Silver birds
And seats white smoke
On red tile.
How good is that the world is colored,
And matte
And glossy!
How good i'm so
Eyeless
And Rumyantsevy!

Mikhail Yasnov

Where did Santa Claus come?

Where is Santa Claus
Under the songs and salutes?
Perhaps sat on the steam locomotive
last minute?

Or in a taxi night wrest
So that go far?
Or wandered into the dense forest
Studdy say goodbye?

Sailed to other cities,
Where is the sea or rocks ...
I would never
He did not let go!

Said b, locking the door
And taking him by the handle:
- You will be a grandfather now
And I - your granddaughter!

Dina Burachevskaya

Trees in the snow

Today not yesterday, but today,
And the night is getting darker and the New Year,
And all the infinite, mysterious life,
And the Christmas tree went out,
And the stars were lit.

In a dream, the sparrow by the window of the stupor.
Beginning of vacation! Beginning of vacation!
And a slow day
And flying night
And the book with which the nememo broke up.

Lotting between naked bushes daws.
I feel: something happens in me.
But what?
I can not answer and myself.
And melting words like trees in the snow.

Mikhail Yasnov

Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this new year!
For our cheerful, joyful
Baby dance!
For the fact that Good Santa Claus
He warmed his red nose in heat,
Snow Maiden excited
Gifts distributes.

Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this spirit forest
For the fact that in the Study Lituya
Released in spring.
Let be behind the city of Meltelitsa
Noise, raging steles,
Thank you, Christmas tree,
For what you are with me!

Rimma Aldonina

NEW YEAR

Wait not wait, but a new year
Be sure to come.
He will come without late
Without delay on the way
Not violates the promise
He can't do not come

With new
WITH new fairy tale
He will come at that age
How the clock on the Spasskaya Tower
We are trying twelve times.

Rimma Aldonina

About christmas Christ

Talented poems of Christmas, who can understand, feel and learn a modern child, not so much. The fact is that most of these texts are written before the revolution - more than a century ago. There are many archaisov, church-Slavic words - the topic itself assumes. And it is difficult.

Even the current "Christ" ("under the cover of the night") Apollo Corinthian require explanations, and after them the child, it happens, carabic a poem formally. The modern Tests about Christmas, which can be put in one row with the classics, are practically no.

Talented poems about Christmas, who can understand the child, not so much

Therefore, I will give a little - only five poems, which, as it seems to me, is able to comprehend and consciously learn a modern child of 5-8 years. They are deep and clear. And it is important to hear and love them in childhood, it seems to me.

Christmas

In the nursery slept on the fresh hay
Quiet tiny Christ.
A month, emerging from the shadows,
I stroked the flax of his hair ...

Bull hit the baby's face
And, straw rustle,
On elastic knee
I looked, a little breathe.

Sparrows Through Tool Roofs
To the nursery jobled,
And the bull, clinging to niche,
Rowel mall with lip.

Dog, hiding to the warm leg,
Polized her secret.
All the cozy was a cat
In the nursery to warm the child barrel ...

Sedissed White Kozlik
On his man breathing his
Only stupid gray donkey
All helplessly pushed:

"To look at the child
Though a minute and me! "
And I cried ringtones
In predawn silence ...

And Christ, open the eyes,
Suddenly spread the circle of animals
And with a smile full of caress
Whispered: "See soon!"

Sasha black

Bright star rays
Blue sky shrinks ...
- Why, tell me, mom,
Brighter in the sky stars shiny
In the night of the holy christmas?
Like a Christmas tree in the mountainous world
This midnight is lit
And diamond lights,
And shyani stars radiant
Is it all decorated?
- True, my son, in God's Sky
At night, the present saint
Lit for the world tree,
And full of gifts wonderful
For family, she is human.
See how bright stars
Shine the world there, away:
Shine in them the saints -
For people - favor,
The world is true - for the Earth.

Heinrich Heine

There are countries where people from the century do not know
Not a blizzard, no bulk snow;
There only with non-snowing snow sparkle
The vertices of granite ridges ...
Flowers there are fragrant, stars are larger,
Svetle and good spring,
And brighter there are feathers in birds, and warmer
Sea wave breathes there ...
In such a country, aroma night,
When driving laurels and roses
The desired miracle happened to the second:
Born baby Christ was born.

Semyon Suppon

Circle christmas mog.
In the Mol, the bells are buzzha
And with them in the direction of the word sounds:
"The world on earth and happiness to everyone!"
I felt like this day,
Life of cities and villages
By combining, the call sounds:
"Peace on earth and happiness to everyone!"

Henry Longfello

Christmas Eve in the forest

Riza will cross up
Candle to stick tied
Reet Angel is small
Retes forest, lightweight.
In snow-white silence
From the pine will flux to the pine,
Touches the candle of the bitch -
Crane, light flames,
Rounded, zadrock,
As a thread will run
There and here, and here, and here ...
Winter forest shines all!
So easy as snow down
Christmas Winged Spirit
Illuminates heaven,
Gives a holiday on the forest,
So that from the sky and land
Sveta could meet
So that between the sky and the earth
The beam has caught fire
So that from the light of small candle
Long beam like a sharp sword
The heart penetrated the light
The path is simpler indicated.

Alexander Blok

And I want to complete your review, I want the poem of Alexander Bloka "Christmas". It is quite well known, but it seems to me, it cannot be bored: every year you can read it, feeling inside the belling joy and anticipation of Christmas and dens.

Bell bell strike
Wakes winter air.
We work no wonder -
Will be leisure.

Silver Light Inay
Near the entrance
Silver on blue
Clear tirding stars.

How transparent, white
The glitter of patterned windows!
How fluffy and gently gentle
Golden Lokon!

Like thin you in a red coat,
With a bow in Kosice!
Worn up - shuddered sponge,
Treat eyelashes.

You have all passersby -
Young and old
Ugly and coming,
Thick and pierced.

Will be enclosed, smile,
Traveled Dale
As if at all like laugh
Children not seen.

Sisters will be happy to the dolls
Brothers are asking guns,
And you do not need
No toys.

You yourself get out of the tree
Golden stars
And tie to the bolk branch
Apples are big.

You throw on the tree beads,
Golden threads.
Strong branches spread out,
Scroll: "Look!"

You scream you, raise the branch,
Thin hands ...
And there Laughs Dedka
With white mustache!

Fabulous pedigree write in Yarensk

Who came up with Mother's winter? What do the most like children in her residence? Why do you need last year's dried snow? The leading methodologist of the Center for People's Culture and Tourism of the Lena District, Natalia Rochev, tells about the secrets of the most famous brand of the Lena district.

Birth of legend

We started from scratch, with a blank sheet. But there were a good team and faith that the tour products that we created would be in demand. Since people go to us, it means that they are interested.

First, the project "Tales of Lensky Forest" appeared. In the familiar name Waltz "Tales of the Vienna Forest", "Fairy Tales of the Lena Forest" was heard. Santa Claus lives next to us in Veliky Ustyug. Suggested colleagues in the culture department: why don't we live in the Winter Mother? Winters we have oh-oh very cold! But for this you need a story, legend, because people willingly believe in fairy tales.

In the chronicles of the Savior Transfiguration Cathedral, employees of the Yaren Local Lore Museum found such an entry for 1882: "On December 21, it was at night with a strong wind of the Northern Strong storm, such that the roofs of many houses removed." Note: It happened on the day of the winter solstice, and therefore it could well ban the birth of a beautiful woman's beauty.

And then a small note "New Year's orphan" appeared in the newspaper "Arguments and Facts": Santa Claus is held in Russia with the granddaughter of the Snow Maiden, and then where? And we thought: why don't we take this vacant place? So in our Yarensk, Mother Winter settled, Mom Snow Maiden. And Dad - Siverko, so in Pomorie, they call the wind northern.

Now once a year on the birthday of winter is going to the whole snow family in Yarensk: Santa Claus and blizzard, winter and Siverko, Snow Maiden, uncle and aunt - snowmen and snow women, nephews and nieces - snowflakes and snowflakes. And in the fabulous Lensky Forest, the Winter Mother's Assistants live: an expert of the Public Medicine Baba Yaga, the keeper of the Lensky rivers of the water, the keeper of Lensky swamps of the kimoro, the owner of the Lena Taiga Lesus.

Small steps and big

Today the project is already the seventh year, and every day we do at least a small, but step forward! Of course, on our path there were difficulties, distrust, lack of financing. How can I create something from scratch? They began to go to contests of various levels - municipal, regional, federal. And our projects began to defeat! Received the first amounts to which we restored the building of the residence, created the interior in ancient house Merchant Eshkilev in Yarensk.

The first success has an interest in people. Tasses "County City" and "Preobrazhensky Park" were created, which solve problems of improvement, including the territory at the Winter Residence.

Moreover, today it was created to combine the masters of the folk crafts "Cleells of the Mother of Mother of the Winter", a souvenir shop opened in the residence.

The trademark "Yarensk - Mother's Mother of Mother's Mother" is registered in Rospatent. The Vologda Confectionery Factory produces candy "Yarensk - the Motherland of Winter."

The project stepped into the area. In the village of Beatopascino, our guests become participants in the "Belopashinsky gatherings", where everyone who goes to the Mother of the Winter is met by folk songs and old games, treat with cakes from a Russian oven.

In the Winter Residence, parents order programs on the birthdays of children, newlyweds - a wedding fairy-tale program.

With warmth and care

Why did we choose a fairy tale? Children's audience implies her. And we immediately wanted to make the project not as in Veliky Ustyug. There are more museum activities, we have more interactive. We hold master classes, games, holidays, contests.

The development of the project is visible in its exit to the territory of the whole area so that every village has its local lore tourist highlight. Large prospects for this in the villages of Irta and Kozmino.

We offer our programs for very modest money. This was written by the "Komsomolskaya Pravda" newspaper, noting that Mother Winter is the fastest price of tickets. But the main thing is that we are proud - our guests are surprised and pleased with a very warm and attentive attitude towards them.

A creative team of like-minded people works in the winter residence. Our specialists feel great psychology. We try to learn Kirov region (Project "Flying Ship"). We go to Santa Claus to Veliky Ustyug.

Secrets of Mother Winter

What is the surprise of North Beauty?

"The one who will sit on my snowy throne and gives up a desire, it will certainly come true, but the desire should be only one thing!"
In the refectory, the Mother's dishes made of pure ice silver, and in the cellar she stores salty snowballs and pickled icicles.
In her complementary there is a bed with soft snowy perins and winter pillows. What it will choose - such a frost will be big or small.
In the treasury, the hostess of winter is hidden safes, in which fabulous pearls and diamonds are stored. And she has a magic necklace. If a kind person takes him into hand - it remains as much, and if the evil - the stream runs.
So that the Mother Winter does not melted in the summer, she has a drug infused on water from the healing Lena Rodnikov. And what it is seasoned and why Mother's last year's dried snow - find out when you arrive at visit!

Facts

"Mother Winter" is a valid brand of Lena district and Yarensk. Tourists come from all over Russia, the main organized flow comes from the Republic of Komi and the Arkhangelsk region. There were guests from Israel, USA, Germany, Belgium, Canada, France, Finland, as well as from neighboring countries.
Snowy Kudesnitsa is invited for holidays and festivals: Santa Claus's birthday in Veliky Ustyug, international fabulous games in Kirov. In 2013, Mother Mother went to the regional delegation to Norway and Iceland to the seminar on the development of rural territories. In 2014, Mother's Mother in Santa Claus team took part in the Winter Olympic Games in Sochi. It is included in the Federal Draft Roshurism " Fabulous Russia" In 2018, the meeting of the expert council of the federal project was held in Yarensk.
Every year from December 1 to December 30, the Fairy Tale Fairy Tales, dedicated to the Day of Birth of the Winter, and on December 21 - Winter Snow Lace Winter Ball.
The Souvenir-toy "Snowfish Mother of Mother Winter" in 2017 took the first place in the All-Russian competition of tourist souvenirs in the North-West District. Invented his local masters - Natalia Pivovarova, Tatiana Katunina, Lily Korzharukov.
The project involves the teams of the Yaren Complex Center for Additional Education, Yaren Library, Yaren Local Lore Museum, the Consumer Society "Yarenskoye", IP V. A. Lizunova, IP I. N. Pedachinskaya, Masters of People's Crafts and Crafts of the Lensky District, the Republic of Komi, Vologda region .