Samuel Marshak read a dramatic tale for 12 months. Scenario of the fairy tale “12 months” for older children

Edited by S. Marshak

Do you know how many months there are in a year?

Twelve.

What are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May overtook April.

The months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that mountainous country Bohemia was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did this happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an angry and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. No matter what the stepdaughter does, everything is wrong, no matter how she turns, everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter lay on the feather bed all day long and ate gingerbread, but the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: fetch water, bring brushwood from the forest, rinse the linen on the river, weed the beds in the garden.

She knew winter cold, summer heat, spring wind, and autumn rain. That’s why, perhaps, she once had the chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was January. There was so much snow that they had to shovel it away from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew on them.

People sat in their houses and lit their stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

- You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: was she joking or was she really sending her into the forest? It's scary in the forest now! And what snowdrops there are in the middle of winter! They will not be born before March, no matter how much you look for them. You'll just end up lost in the forest and get stuck in the snowdrifts. And her sister tells her:

“Even if you disappear, no one will cry for you!” Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's your basket.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a torn scarf and walked out the door.

The wind dusts her eyes with snow and tears her scarf off. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, not a single star looks at the ground, and the ground is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It’s completely dark here—you can’t see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sat. All the same, he thinks about where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went towards this light. He drowns in snowdrifts and climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light doesn’t go out!” But it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. There was already a smell of warm smoke, and you could hear brushwood crackling in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and entered the clearing. Yes, she froze.

It’s light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, almost reaching to the sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some closer to the fire, some further away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: they look so elegant - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, with eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl stood.

She was scared and wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

- Where did you come from, what do you want here? The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

— I need to collect snowdrops in this basket. The old man laughed:

- Is it snowdrops in January? What did you come up with!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl answers, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.”

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

The girl stands there, listening, but doesn’t understand the words—as if it weren’t people talking, but the trees making noise.

They talked and talked and fell silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

- What will you do if you don’t find snowdrops? After all, they won’t even appear before March.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” says the girl. — I’ll wait for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said this and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, with a fur coat on one shoulder, stood up and approached the old man:

- Brother January, give me your place for an hour! The old man stroked his long beard and said:

“I would give in, but Mart wouldn’t be there before February.”

“Okay,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. - Give in, I won’t argue! We all know her well: sometimes you’ll meet her at an ice hole with buckets, sometimes in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months have their own. We need to help her.

“Well, have it your way,” said January. He struck the ground with his ice staff and spoke:

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark!

You're full of crows

Freeze,

Human habitation

Cool down!

The old man fell silent, and the forest became quiet. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.

“Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February. He tapped his staff, shook his beard and boomed:

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can!

Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Hover above the ground.

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

White snake!

As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snow flakes began to swirl and white whirlwinds rushed across the ground. And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:

- Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. Took it younger brother staff and hit the ground. The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.

Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:

Run away, streams,

Spread, puddles,

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold!

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed.

The girl even clasped her hands. Where did the high snowdrifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch?

Under her feet is soft spring soil. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The buds on the branches have puffed up, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark skin.

The girl looks - she can’t get enough of it.

- Why are you standing there? - Mart tells her. “Hurry up, my brothers gave you and me only one hour.”

The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are visible and invisible! Under bushes and under stones, on hummocks and under hummocks - everywhere you look. She collected a full basket, a full apron - and quickly went back to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.

And there is no longer a fire, no brothers: It’s light in the clearing, but not as before. The light did not come from the fire, but from the full moon that rose over the forest.

The girl regretted that she had no one to thank and ran home. And a month swam after her.

Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and as soon as she entered the house, the winter blizzard began to hum outside the windows again, and the moon hid in the clouds.

“Well,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you returned home yet?” Where are the snowdrops?

The girl didn’t answer, she just poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and put the basket next to it.

The stepmother and sister gasped:

- Where did you get them?

The girl told them everything that happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and don’t believe. It’s hard to believe, but there’s a whole heap of fresh, blue snowdrops on the bench. They just smell like March!

The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:

— Haven’t they given you anything else for months?

- Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.

- What a fool! - says the sister. “For once, I met all twelve months, but I didn’t ask for anything except snowdrops!” Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask for. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, a third has white mushrooms, a fourth has fresh cucumbers!

- Smart girl, daughter! - says the stepmother. - In winter, strawberries and pears have no price. We would sell it and how much money we would make. And this fool brought snowdrops! Dress up, daughter, get warm and go to the clearing. They won’t deceive you, even if there are twelve of them and you are alone.

- Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself puts her hands in her sleeves and puts a scarf on her head.

Her mother shouts after her:

- Put on your mittens, button up your fur coat!

And my daughter is already at the door. She ran into the forest!

She follows her sister's footsteps and is in a hurry. “Hurry up,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”

The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are getting higher and the windfall is like a wall.

“Oh,” thinks the stepmother’s daughter, “why did I go into the forest!” I would be lying at home in a warm bed right now, but now go and freeze! You’ll still be lost here!”

And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.

She went to the light. She walked and walked and came out into a clearing. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire is burning, and twelve brothers, twelve months old, are sitting around the fire. They sit and talk quietly.

The stepmother's daughter approached the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter and began to warm herself.

The month brothers fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January hit the ground with his staff.

- Who are you? - asks. -Where did it come from?

“From home,” the stepmother’s daughter answers. “Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops.” So I came in her footsteps.

“We know your sister,” says January-month, “but we haven’t even seen you.” Why did you come to us?

- For gifts. Let the month of June pour strawberries into my basket, and bigger ones. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is of apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. A October:

“Wait,” says January-month. - There will be no summer before spring, and no spring before winter. The month of June is still a long way off. I am now the owner of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.

- Look, he's so angry! - says the stepmother's daughter. - Yes, I didn’t come to you - you won’t expect anything from you except snow and frost. To me summer months necessary.

The month of January frowned.

- Look for summer in winter! - speaks.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from ground to sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the moon brothers had been sitting. The fire was no longer visible behind the snow, but you could only hear a fire whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.

The stepmother's daughter was scared.

- Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough!

Where is it?

The blizzard swirls around her, blinds her eyes, takes her breath away. She fell into a snowdrift and was covered with snow.

And the stepmother waited and waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was gone, and that’s all. She wrapped herself up warmly and went into the forest. How can you really find anyone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!

She walked and walked and searched and searched until she herself froze.

So they both remained in the forest to wait for summer.

But the stepdaughter lived in the world for a long time, grew up big, got married and raised children.

And they say she had a garden near her house - and such a wonderful one, the likes of which the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears were filled. In the heat it was cool there, in the snowstorm it was quiet.

“They’ve been staying with this hostess for twelve months at once!” - people said.

Who knows - maybe it was so.

Marshak Samuil Yakovlevich

Twelve Months (play)

Dramatic tale

CHARACTERS

Old stepmother.

Stepdaughter.

Ambassador of the Eastern Power.

Chief gardener.

Queen, a girl of about fourteen.

Chamberlain, a tall, skinny, old lady.

The Queen's teacher, professor of arithmetic and penmanship.

Chief of the Royal Guard.

Royal Guard Officer.

Crown Prosecutor.

Ambassador of the Western Power.

Ambassador of the Eastern Power.

Chief gardener.

Gardeners.

Old Soldier.

Young Soldier.

Old Raven.

First Squirrel.

Second Squirrel.

Twelve months.

First Herald.

Second Herald.

Courtiers.

ACT ONE

PICTURE ONE

The Hare jumps out into the clearing.

Another one appears on the branches next to the previous Squirrel.

HARE (slapping paw on paw). Cold, cold, cold! The frost is breathtaking; your paws freeze as you run toward the snow. Squirrels, squirrels, let's play burners. Call out to the sun, invite spring!

FIRST SQUIRREL. Come on, hare. Who will burn first?

Oblique, oblique,

Don't go barefoot

And walk around with shoes on,

Wrap up your paws.

If you're wearing shoes,

The wolves won't find the hare

The bear won't find you.

Come out - you'll burn!

(The Hare stands in front. Behind him are two Squirrels.)

Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out.

Look at the sky -

Birds are flying

The bells are ringing!

FIRST SQUIRREL. Catch it, hare!

SECOND SQUIRREL. You won't catch up!

The squirrels, having run around the Hare to the right and left, rush through the snow. The hare is behind them. At this time, the Stepdaughter comes into the clearing. She is wearing a large torn scarf, an old jacket, worn-out shoes, and rough mittens. She pulls a sled behind her, and has an ax in her belt. The girl stops between the trees and looks intently at the Hare and Squirrels. They are so busy playing that they don’t notice it. Squirrels are running up a tree.

HARE. Where are you going, where are you going? You can’t do that, it’s not fair! I'm not playing with you anymore.

FIRST SQUIRREL. And you, hare, jump, jump!

SECOND SQUIRREL. Jump up, jump up!

FIRST SQUIRREL. Wave your tail and hit the branch!

HARE (trying to jump, pitifully). Yes, I have a short tail...

(The Squirrels laugh. The girl too. The Hare and the Squirrels quickly look back at her and hide.)

STEPDAUGHTER (wiping tears with a mitten). Oh, I can't! How funny! My tail, he says, is short. That's what he says. (Laughs.)

A Soldier enters the clearing. He has a large ax in his belt. He also pulls a sled. The soldier is a mustachioed, experienced, middle-aged soldier.

SOLDIER. I wish you good health, beauty! Why are you happy about this?

(The stepdaughter waves her hand and laughs even louder.)

Yes, tell me why you laugh. Maybe I'll laugh with you too.

STEPDAUGHTER. You won't believe it!

SOLDIER. From what? We soldiers have heard enough of everything and seen enough of everything in our time. If we believe, we believe, but we do not give in to deception.

STEPDAUGHTER. Here a hare and squirrels were playing with burners, in this very place!

SOLDIER. Well?

STEPDAUGHTER. The honest truth! This is how our children play on the street. “Burn, burn clearly, so that it doesn’t go out...” He is behind them, they are from him, across the snow and onto a tree. And they also tease: “Jump, jump, jump, jump!”

SOLDIER. Is that what we say?

STEPDAUGHTER. In our opinion.

SOLDIER. Please tell me!

STEPDAUGHTER. So you don’t believe me!

SOLDIER. How can you not believe it! What day is it today? The old year is over, the new year is the beginning. And I also heard from my grandfather that his grandfather told him that on this day everything in the world happens - you just know how to lie in wait and spy. This doesn’t happen on New Year’s Eve.

STEPDAUGHTER. So what?

SOLDIER. Is it true or not, but my grandfather said that on the very eve of the New Year his grandfather had the opportunity to meet all twelve months.

STEPDAUGHTER. Yah?

SOLDIER. Pure truth. All year round the old man saw at once: winter, summer, spring, and autumn. STEPDAUGHTER. How is it possible for winter and summer and spring and autumn to come together! There is no way they can be together.

SOLDIER. Well, what I know, that’s what I say, but what I don’t know, I won’t say. Why did you come here in such cold weather? I am a forced person, my superiors sent me here, but who are you?

STEPDAUGHTER. And I didn’t come of my own free will.

SOLDIER. Are you in service, or what?

STEPDAUGHTER. No, I live at home.

SOLDIER. How did your mother let you go?

STEPDAUGHTER. The mother would not have let him go, but the stepmother sent him to gather brushwood and chop firewood.

SOLDIER. Look how! So you are an orphan? Well, let me help you, and then I’ll get down to my business.

The stepdaughter and the Soldier collect brushwood together and put it on the sled.

STEPDAUGHTER. What's your business?

SOLDIER. I need to cut down a Christmas tree, the best one in the forest.

STEPDAUGHTER. Who is this tree for?

SOLDIER. How - for whom? For the queen herself. Tomorrow our palace will be full of guests. So we need to surprise everyone.

Stepdaughter. What will they hang on your Christmas tree?

SOLDIER. What everyone hangs, they will hang here too. All sorts of toys, firecrackers and trinkets are made of pure gold and diamonds. Others have cotton dolls and bunnies, but ours are satin.

STEPDAUGHTER. Is the queen still playing with dolls?

SOLDIER. Why shouldn't she play? Even though she is a queen, she is not older than you.

STEPDAUGHTER. Yes, I haven't played for a long time.

SOLDIER. Well, you apparently don’t have time, but she has time. Just as her parents died - the king and queen - she remained a complete mistress of both herself and others.

STEPDAUGHTER. So our queen is an orphan too?

SOLDIER. It turns out that he is an orphan.

STEPDAUGHTER. I feel sorry for her.

SOLDIER. What a pity! There is no one to teach her wisdom. Well, your job is done. And now it’s time for me to look for a Christmas tree, otherwise our orphan will give me one. She doesn't like to joke with us.

STEPDAUGHTER. So my stepmother is like that... And my sister is all like her. No matter what you do, you will never please them.

SOLDIER. Wait, you won’t be able to endure this forever. Our soldier’s service is long, and she’s running out of time.

STEPDAUGHTER. Thank you for your kind words and thanks for the brushwood. Let me show you one Christmas tree. Such a beautiful Christmas tree - twig to twig.

SOLDIER. Well, show me. Apparently you belong here in the forest. No wonder squirrels and hares play with burners in front of you!

The stepdaughter and the Soldier, leaving the sled, hide in the thicket. For a moment the stage is empty. Then the branches of the old snow-covered fir trees move apart, two tall old men come out into the clearing: January the month in a white fur coat and hat, and December the month in a white fur coat with black stripes and a white hat with a black edge.

DECEMBER. Here, brother, take over the farming. It's like everything is fine with me. There is enough snow today: the birches are waist-deep, the pine trees are knee-deep.

JANUARY. Thank you brother. And now, brother, it’s time for us to prepare for our holiday - to renew the snow in the forest, to silver the branches. Wave your sleeve - you are still the boss here.

DECEMBER. Isn't it too early? Evening is still far away. Yes, there’s someone’s sled standing there, which means people are wandering around the forest. If you fill the paths with snow, they won’t be able to get out of here.

JANUARY. And you start slowly. Blow the wind, mark it with a blizzard - the guests will guess that it’s time to go home.

DECEMBER. Well, let's start little by little.

Faithful servants -

Snow blizzards,

Notice all the ways

So as not to pass into the thicket

Neither on horseback nor on foot!

Neither the forester nor the goblin!

A blizzard begins. Snow falls thickly on the ground and on the trees. Old people in white fur coats and hats are almost invisible behind the snow curtain. They are indistinguishable from trees. The Stepdaughter and the Soldier return to the clearing. They walk with difficulty, get stuck in snowdrifts, cover their faces from the blizzard. The two of them carry the Christmas tree.

SOLDIER. What a snowstorm it was - frankly speaking, it was like a New Year's snowstorm! Nothing in sight. Where did we leave the sled here?

STEPDAUGHTER. And there are two tubercles nearby. (He sweeps the sled with a branch.)

SOLDIER. I’ll tie the Christmas tree and let’s get going. Don’t wait for me - go home, otherwise you’ll freeze in your clothes, and you’ll be swept away by the snowstorm.

STEPDAUGHTER. Nothing, it's not the first time for me. (Helps him tie the Christmas tree.)

SOLDIER. Well, it's ready. And now, step by step, on your way. I go ahead, and you follow me, following in my footsteps. That way it will be easier for you. Let's go!

STEPDAUGHTER. Go.

The stepdaughter and the Soldier leave. The Old Men appear from behind the trees again.

JANUARY. Gone?

DECEMBER. Gone. (Looks into the distance from under his palm.)

JANUARY. Call your brothers to build a New Year's fire.

DECEMBER. Who will supply the wood?

JANUARY. We, the winter months.

DECEMBER. Who will stir up the heat?

In the depths of the thicket, figures flash in different places. Lights shine through the branches.

JANUARY. Well, brother, it’s as if we are all together - all year round. Lock the forest at night so that there is no way in or out.

DECEMBER. Okay, I'll lock it!

White blizzard - blizzard,

Whip up the flying snow.

You smoke, You smoke,

They fell to the ground in peace,

Wrap the earth in a shroud,

Become a wall in front of the forest.

Here's the key, here's the lock,

So that no one can pass!

A wall of falling snow covers the forest.

PICTURE TWO

Castle. Queen's classroom. Wide board in a carved gold frame. Rosewood desk. The fourteen-year-old Queen sits on a velvet pillow and writes with a long golden pen. In front of her is a gray-bearded Professor of Arithmetic and Calligraphy, looking like an ancient astrologer. He's wearing a robe and a fancy doctor's cap with a brush.

QUEEN. I hate writing. All fingers are covered in ink!

PROFESSOR. You are absolutely right, Your Majesty. This is a very unpleasant task. However, I dare to ask you to write four more lines in Your Majesty’s own hand.

QUEEN. Okay, dictate.

PROFESSOR.

The grass is turning green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

QUEEN. I will only write “The grass is greener.” (Writes.) Grass ze-ne...

The Chancellor enters.

CHANCELLOR (bowing low). Good morning, Your Majesty. I dare to respectfully ask you to sign one ORDER and three decrees.

QUEEN. More writing! Fine. But then I won’t add “turns green.” Give me your papers here! (Signs the papers one by one.)

CHANCELLOR. Thank you, Your Majesty. And now let me ask you to draw...

QUEEN. Draw again!

CHANCELLOR. Only your highest resolution on this REFERENCE.

QUEEN (impatiently). What should I write?

CHANCELLOR. One of two things, Your Majesty: either “execute” or “pardon.”

QUEEN (About myself). Po-mi-lo-vat... Execute... I’d rather write “execute” - it’s shorter.

The Chancellor takes the papers, bows and leaves.

PROFESSOR. Oh, Your Majesty, what have you DONE!

QUEEN. I was mistaken?

PROFESSOR. No, you spelled this word correctly and still made a very serious mistake.

QUEEN. Which one?

PROFESSOR. You decided the fate of a person without even thinking!

QUEEN. What more! I can’t write and think at the same time.

PROFESSOR. And it is not necessary. First you need to think, and then write, Your Majesty!

QUEEN. If I had listened to you, all I would have done was think, think, think, and in the end I would probably go crazy or come up with God knows what... Well, what do you have next? Ask soon!

PROFESSOR. I dare to ask, Your Majesty: what is seven eight?

QUEEN. I don’t remember something... Well, goodbye, our lesson is over. Today, before the New Year, I have a lot to do.

PROFESSOR. As your Majesty wishes!.. (Sadly and obediently collects books.)

QUEEN (puts his elbows on the table and watches him absentmindedly). Tell me, what would you do with another student if she refused to tell you what seven is eight?

PROFESSOR. I dare not say, Your Majesty!

QUEEN. It's okay, I allow it.

PROFESSOR (timidly). I'd put it in a corner...

QUEEN. Ha ha ha! But only?

PROFESSOR. I would... I beg your Majesty's pardon... I would leave her without lunch.

QUEEN . It turns out you are a very cruel old man. Do you know that I can execute you? And even today, if I want!

PROFESSOR (dropping books). Your Majesty!..

QUEEN. Yes, yes, I can. Why not?

PROFESSOR. But how did I anger Your Majesty?

QUEEN. You are a very wayward person. Whatever I say, you say is wrong. No matter what you write, you say: it’s not true. And I love it when people agree with me!

PROFESSOR. Your Majesty, I swear on my life, I will no longer argue with you if you don’t like it!

QUEEN. Do you swear on your life? OK then. Then let's continue our lesson. Ask me anything. (Sits down at the desk.)

PROFESSOR. What is six six, Your Majesty?

QUEEN (looks at him, tilting his head to the side). Eleven.

PROFESSOR (sad). Absolutely right, Your Majesty. What is eight eight?

QUEEN. Three.

PROFESSOR. That's right, Your Majesty. How much will it be...

QUEEN. How much and how much! You are a curious person... He asks, asks... It’s better to tell me something interesting yourself.

PROFESSOR. About what? In what way?

QUEEN. Well I do not know. Something New Year's... After all, today is New Year's Eve.

PROFESSOR. (gesture of submission) A year, Your Majesty, consists of twelve months!

QUEEN. How's that? Indeed?

PROFESSOR. Absolutely, Your Majesty. The months are called: January, February, March, April, May, June, July...

QUEEN. What a wonderful memory you have!

PROFESSOR. Thank you, Your Majesty! August, September, October, November and December.

QUEEN. Just think about it!

PROFESSOR. The months go by one after another. As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January, and September before August.

QUEEN. What if I wanted it to be April now?

PROFESSOR. This is impossible, Your Majesty.

QUEEN. Are you again?

PROFESSOR (pleadingly). It is not I who object to Your Majesty. This is science and nature!

QUEEN. Tell me please! What if I make such a Law and put a big seal on it?

PROFESSOR (waves his hands helplessly). I'm afraid this won't help either. But every month brings us its own gifts and fun. December, January and February - ice skating, a New Year tree, Maslenitsa booths, in March the snow begins to melt, in April the first snowdrops peek out from under the snow...

QUEEN. So I wish it was already April. I really love snowdrops. I've never seen them.

PROFESSOR. There is very little left until April, Your Majesty. Just some three months, or ninety days...

QUEEN. Ninety! I can't wait even three days. Tomorrow is the New Year's party, and I want these - what did you call them - on my table? - snowdrops.

PROFESSOR. Your Majesty, but the laws of nature!..

QUEEN (interrupting him). I will publish new law nature! (Claps his hands.) Send the Chancellor to me. (To the professor.) And you sit down and write. Now I will dictate to you. (Thinks.)“The grass is turning green, the sun is shining, therefore I command that a full basket of snowdrops be delivered to the palace for the New Year. We will reward the one who fulfills our highest will like a king...” What could we promise them? M! Write. “We will give him as much gold as will fit in his basket and give him a velvet coat on a gray fox.” Well, did you write it? How slow you write!

PROFESSOR. “...on a gray fox...” I haven’t written a dictation for a long time, Your Majesty.

QUEEN. How cunning you are, you don’t write it yourself, but you force me! Well, oh well. Give me a pen - I will inscribe my highest name! (He quickly puts down a squiggle and waves the piece of paper so that the ink dries faster.)

At this time, the Chancellor appears at the door.

Place your stamp here and here! And make sure everyone in town knows my orders.

CHANCELLOR (reads quickly with his eyes). What about the seal? Your will, queen!..

QUEEN. Yes, yes, my will, and you must fulfill it!..

The curtain falls. One after another, two Heralds come out with trumpets and scrolls in their hands. Solemn sounds of fanfare.

First Herald

On New Year's Eve

We issued an order:

Let them bloom today

We have snowdrops!

Second Herald

The grass is turning green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

First Herald

Who dares to deny

That the swallow flies

That the grass is turning green

And the sun is shining?

Second Herald

Snowdrop blooms in the forest,

And not a blizzard blows,

And that one of you is a rebel,

Who will say: it doesn’t bloom!

Streams run into the valley,

Winter has come to an end.

First Herald

Snowdrops basket

Bring it to the palace!

Second Herald

Narvit before dawn

Simple snowdrops.

First Herald

And they will give you for it

A basket of gold!

First and Second (together)

The grass is turning green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

FIRST CERRIDER (slapping palm against palm). Brr!.. It's cold!..

PICTURE THREE

A small house on the outskirts of the city. The stove is burning hot. There is a snowstorm outside the windows. Twilight. The old woman rolls out the dough. The daughter is sitting in front of the fire. There are several baskets on the floor near her. She is sorting through the baskets. First he picks up a small one, then a larger one, then the largest one.

DAUGHTER (holding a small basket in her hands). And what, mom, will there be a lot of gold in this basket?

OLD WOMAN. Yes, a lot.

DAUGHTER. Enough for a fur coat?

OLD WOMAN. What's on the fur coat, daughter! Enough for a full dowry: both fur coats and skirts. There will also be some left over for stockings and handkerchiefs.

DAUGHTER. How much will this include?

OLD WOMAN. There's even more to this one. There is enough here for a stone house, for a horse with a bridle, and for a lamb with a lamb.

DAUGHTER. Well, what about this one?

OLD WOMAN. And there’s nothing to say here. You will drink and eat on gold, you will dress in gold, you will wear gold, you will wear gold, you will cover your ears with gold.

DAUGHTER. Well, then I’ll take this basket! (Sighing.) One problem - you can’t find snowdrops. Apparently the queen wanted to laugh at us.

OLD WOMAN. She’s young, so she comes up with all sorts of things.

DAUGHTER. What if someone goes into the forest and picks snowdrops there? And he will get this basket of gold!

OLD WOMAN. Well, wherever there is - he will dial it! Snowdrops won't even appear before spring. There are so many snowdrifts - right up to the roof!

DAUGHTER. Or maybe they are growing little by little under the snowdrifts. That's why they are snowdrops... I'll put on my fur coat and try to look for it.

OLD WOMAN. What are you doing, daughter! Yes, I won’t even let you out of the threshold. Look out the window, what a blizzard is blowing up. Or maybe it will be by nightfall!

DAUGHTER (grabs the largest basket). No, I'll go and that's it. For once, there was a chance to get to the palace, to visit the queen herself for a holiday. And they'll give you a whole basket of gold.

OLD WOMAN. You'll freeze in the forest.

DAUGHTER. Well, then you go into the forest yourself. Pick some snowdrops, and I’ll take them to the palace.

OLD WOMAN. Why don’t you, daughter, feel sorry for your own mother?

DAUGHTER. I feel sorry for you, and I feel sorry for the gold, and most of all I feel sorry for myself! Well, what does it cost you? What an incredible snowstorm! Wrap yourself up warm and go.

OLD WOMAN. Nothing to say, good daughter! In such weather, the owner of the dog will not kick the dog out into the street, but she chases the mother.

DAUGHTER. Why! You will be kicked out! You won’t take an extra step for your daughter. So I’ll sit because of you the whole holiday in the kitchen by the stove. And others with the queen will ride in a silver sleigh, raking gold with a shovel... (Crying.)

OLD WOMAN. Well, that's enough, daughter, that's enough, don't cry. Here, eat some hot pie! (Pulls out an iron sheet with pies from the stove.) In the heat, in the heat, boiling and hissing, almost talking!

DAUGHTER (through tears). I don’t want pies, I want snowdrops!.. Well, if you don’t want to go yourself and won’t let me in, then at least let your sister go. She will come from the forest, and you will send her there again.

OLD WOMAN. But it’s true! Why not send her? The forest is not far away, it won't take long to escape. If she picks flowers, you and I will take them to the palace, but if she freezes, well, that means that’s her fate. Who will cry for her?

DAUGHTER. Yeah, that's right, not me. I was so tired of her, I can’t say. You can’t go outside the gate - all the neighbors say only about her: “Oh, the unfortunate orphan!”, “The worker has golden hands!”, “A beauty - you can’t take your eyes off her!” Why am I worse than her?

OLD WOMAN. What are you, daughter, for me - you are better, not worse. But not everyone will see it. After all, she is cunning - she knows how to flatter. He will bow to this one, he will smile at this one. So everyone feels sorry for her: an orphan and an orphan. And what does she, an orphan, lack? I gave her my handkerchief, a very good handkerchief, and I didn’t wear it for seven years, and then I just wrapped the sauerkraut. I let her wear your shoes from the year before last - it’s a pity, isn’t it? And how much bread goes into it! A piece in the morning, a crumb at lunch, and a crust in the evening. Calculate how much this will cost per year. There are many days in a year! Another wouldn’t know how to thank her, but you won’t hear a word from this one.

DAUGHTER. Well, let him go into the forest. Let's give her a larger basket, which is what I chose for myself.

OLD WOMAN. What are you doing, daughter! This basket is new, recently purchased. Look for her later in the forest. We'll give you that one, and it will disappear, so it's not a pity.

DAUGHTER. It's too small!

Stepdaughter enters. Her scarf is completely covered with snow. She takes off the scarf and shakes it off, then goes to the stove and warms her hands.

OLD WOMAN. Is it blowing outside?

STEPDAUGHTER. I barely made it home.

OLD WOMAN. That's why it's winter, so that there's a blizzard.

STEPDAUGHTER. No, there hasn’t been such a blizzard in a whole year and there never will be.

DAUGHTER. How do you know that it won’t happen?

STEPDAUGHTER. But today is the last day of the year!

DAUGHTER. Look how! Apparently you're not very cold if you're asking riddles. Well, are you rested and warmed up? You still need to run somewhere else.

STEPDAUGHTER. Where is this, far away?

OLD WOMAN. Not that close, not even close.

DAUGHTER. In the forest!

STEPDAUGHTER. In the forest? For what? I brought a lot of firewood, enough for a week.

DAUGHTER. Not for brushwood, but for snowdrops!

STEP-DAUGHTER (laughing). Except for the snowdrops - in such a blizzard! But I didn’t immediately understand that you were joking. I was scared. Nowadays, the abyss is no wonder - it keeps circling and knocking you down.

DAUGHTER. Haven't you heard about the decree?

STEPDAUGHTER. No.

DAUGHTER. You don’t hear anything, you don’t know anything! But the whole city is talking about it. The queen will give the one who collects snowdrops a whole basket of gold, a fur coat on a gray fox, and will allow him to ride in his sleigh.

STEPDAUGHTER. What kind of snowdrops are they now - it’s winter...

OLD WOMAN. In the spring, people pay for snowdrops not in gold, but in copper!

DAUGHTER. Well, what’s there to talk about! Here's your basket.

STEP-DAUGHTER (looks out the window). It's getting dark.

OLD WOMAN. If you had spent even more time looking for brushwood, it would have gotten completely dark.

STEPDAUGHTER. Maybe we should go tomorrow morning?

DAUGHTER. I came up with the same idea - in the morning! What if you don’t find flowers before evening? So they will wait for you and me in the courtyard. After all, flowers are needed for the holiday.

STEPDAUGHTER. I’ve never heard of flowers growing in the forest in winter... But can you really see anything in such darkness?

DAUGHTER (chewing a pie). And you lean lower and look better.

STEPDAUGHTER. I won't go!

DAUGHTER. How is it that you won’t go?

STEPDAUGHTER. I won't be able to return from the forest.

DAUGHTER. So, should I go into the forest instead of you?

STEP-DAUGHTER (lowering her head). But it’s not me who needs gold.

OLD WOMAN. It's clear, you don't need anything. You have everything, and what you don’t have, your stepmother and sister will have it!

DAUGHTER. She's rich and refuses a whole basket of gold! Well, are you going or not? Answer directly - won't you go? Where's my fur coat? (With tears in his voice). Let her warm herself here by the stove, eat pies, and I’ll walk through the forest until midnight, get stuck in the snowdrifts... (He rips his fur coat off the hook and runs to the door.)

OLD WOMAN (grabs her by the floor). Where are you going? Who allowed you? Sit down, stupid! (To the stepdaughter.) And you, put a scarf on your head, a basket in your hands, and go. Look at me: if I find out that you’ve been staying with the neighbors somewhere, I won’t let you into the house - freeze in the yard!

DAUGHTER. Go and don't come back without snowdrops!

The stepdaughter wraps herself in a scarf, takes the basket and leaves. Silence.

OLD WOMAN (looking at the door). And she didn’t properly slam the door behind her. It blows like that! Close the door well, daughter, and get ready for the table. It's time for dinner.

ACT TWO

PICTURE ONE

Forest. Large flakes of snow fall to the ground. Thick twilight. The stepdaughter makes her way through deep snowdrifts. Wraps himself in a torn scarf. Blowing on frozen hands. It's getting darker and darker in the forest. A lump of snow falls noisily from the top of a tree.

STEP-DAUGHTER (shudders.) Oh, who's there? (Looks around.) The snow cap fell, and it seemed to me as if someone had jumped from a tree on me... And who would be here at such a time? The animals also hid in their holes. I’m alone in the forest... (He makes his way further. He stumbles, gets entangled in a windfall, stops.) I won’t go any further. I'll stay here. It doesn't matter where you freeze. (Sits on a fallen tree.) How dark! And I don’t know where I went. There is no way forward or back. So my death has come. I’ve seen little good in my life, but it’s still scary to die... Should I scream, call for help? Maybe someone will hear - a forester, or a belated woodcutter, or some hunter? Aw! Help! Aw! No, no one is responding. What should I do? Just sit here until the end comes? Something crunched over there, as if someone was sneaking. Oh, I'm afraid! (Approaches the tree, looks at the thick, knotty branches covered with snow.) Climb, or what? They won't get me there. (Climbs one of the branches and sits down in a fork. Begins to doze.)

Squirrel appears on the tree and drops a pine cone on the Stepdaughter.

SQUIRREL. Don't sleep - you'll freeze!

STEPDAUGHTER. What's happened? Who's here, who? But I dreamed of something good, and it even became warmer. It’s as if my mother is walking around the house with a lamp and the light is shining right into my eyes. (Raises his head, brushes the snow off his eyelashes with his hand.) But something is really shining - over there, far away... It’s shaking and twinkling, as if a star is entangled in the branches... I’ll run! (Jumps off the branch.) Still glowing. Maybe there really is a forester’s hut nearby, or maybe the woodcutters have lit a fire. We have to go. Need to go. Oh, my legs can’t move, they’re completely numb! (He walks with difficulty, falling into snowdrifts, climbing over windbreaks and fallen trunks.) If only the light doesn’t go out!.. No, it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. And it seemed to smell like warm smoke. Is it really a fire? This is true. Whether it’s my imagination or not, I hear brushwood crackling on the fire. (He goes further, spreading and lifting the paws of the thick tall spruce trees.)

Samuel Marshak

Twelve months

Dramatic tale Characters

Old stepmother.

Stepdaughter.

Queen, a girl of about fourteen.

Chamberlain, a tall, skinny old lady.

The Queen's teacher, professor of arithmetic and penmanship.

Chief of the Royal Guard.

Royal Guard Officer.

Crown Prosecutor.

Ambassador of the Western Power.

Ambassador of the Eastern Power.

Chief gardener.

Gardeners.

Old Soldier.

Young Soldier.

Old Raven.

First Squirrel.

Second Squirrel.

Twelve months.

First Herald.

Second Herald.

Courtiers.

ACT ONE

PICTURE ONE

Winter forest. A secluded clearing. The snow, undisturbed by anyone, lies in wavy snowdrifts and covers the trees with fluffy caps. Very quiet. For several moments the stage is empty, even as if dead. After Sunbeam runs through the snow and illuminates the whitish-gray wolf's head peeking out from the thicket, the crow on the pine tree, the squirrel perched in the fork of the branches near the hollow. You can hear rustling, flapping of wings, crunching of dry wood. The forest comes to life.

Wolf. Woohoo! You will look as if there is no one in the forest, as if everything is empty all around. You can't fool me! I can smell a hare here, a squirrel in a hollow, a crow on a branch, and partridges in a snowdrift. Woohoo! I would have eaten them all!

Crow. Carr, carr! If you lie, you won’t eat them all.

Wolf. Don't croak. My stomach is churning from hunger, my teeth are clicking on their own.

Crow. Carr, carr! Go on your way, brother, and don’t hurt anyone. Yes, be careful not to touch you. I am a keen-eyed raven, I can see thirty miles from a tree.

Wolf. Well, what do you see?

Crow. Carr, carr! On the way soldier is coming. Wolf's death is behind him, wolf's death is on his side. Carr, carr! Where are you going, gray?

Wolf. It's boring to listen to you, old man, I'll run to where you are not! (Runs away.)

Crow. Carr, carr! The gray one went away, chickened out. Deeper into the forest - away from death. But the soldier is not following the wolf, but following the Christmas tree. The sled pulls along. Today is a holiday - New Year. No wonder the New Year’s frost hit, and it was bitter. Eh, I wish I could spread my wings, fly, get warm - but I’m old, old... Karr, karr! (Hides among the branches.)

The 3rd egg jumps out into the clearing. Another one appears on the branches next to the previous Squirrel.

Hare (slapping paw on paw). Cold, cold, cold. The frost is breathtaking; your paws freeze as you run toward the snow. Squirrels, squirrels, let's play burners. Call out to the sun, invite spring!

First Squirrel. Come on, hare. Who will burn first?

Oblique, oblique,
Don't go barefoot
And walk around with shoes on,
Wrap up your paws.
If you're wearing shoes,
The wolves won't find the hare
The bear won't find you.
Come out - you'll burn!

The hare gets ahead. Behind him are two Squirrels.

Hare.

Burn, burn clearly
So that it doesn't go out.
Look at the sky - the birds are flying,
The bells are ringing!

First Squirrel. Catch it, hare!

Second Squirrel. You won't catch up!

The squirrels, having run around the Hare to the right and left, rush through the snow. The hare is behind them. At this time, the Stepdaughter comes into the clearing. She is wearing a large torn scarf, an old jacket, worn-out shoes, and rough mittens. She pulls a sled behind her, and has an ax in her belt. The girl stops between the trees and looks intently at the Hare and Squirrels. They are so busy playing that they don’t notice it. Squirrels are running up a tree.

Hare. Where are you going, where are you going? You can’t do that, it’s not fair! I'm not playing with you anymore.

First Squirrel. And you, hare, jump, jump!

Second Squirrel. Jump up, jump up!

First Squirrel. Wave your tail and hit the branch!

Hare (trying to jump, pitifully). Yes, I have a short tail...

The squirrels laugh. The girl too. The Hare and Squirrels quickly look back at her and hide.

Stepdaughter (wiping tears with a mitten). Oh, I can't! How funny! It became hot in the cold. My tail, he says, is short. That's what he says. If I hadn't heard it with my own ears, I wouldn't have believed it! (Laughs.)

A Soldier enters the clearing. He has a large ax in his belt. He also pulls a sled. The soldier is a mustachioed, experienced, middle-aged soldier.

Soldier. I wish you good health, beauty! Why are you happy about this - you found a treasure or good news did you hear?

The stepdaughter waves her hand and laughs even louder.

Yes, tell me why you laugh. Maybe I'll laugh with you too.

Stepdaughter. You won't believe it!

Soldier. From what? We soldiers have heard enough of everything and seen enough of everything in our time. If we believe, we believe, but we do not give in to deception.

Stepdaughter. Here a hare and squirrels were playing with burners, in this very place!

Soldier. Well?

Stepdaughter. Pure truth! This is how our children play on the street. “Burn, burn clearly, so that it doesn’t go out...” He is behind them, they are away from him, across the snow and onto a tree. And they also tease: “Jump, jump, jump, jump!”

Soldier. Is that what we say?

Stepdaughter. In our opinion.

Soldier. Please tell me!

Stepdaughter. So you don’t believe me!

Soldier. How can you not believe it! What day is it today? The old year is over, the new year is the beginning. And I also heard from my grandfather that his grandfather told him that on this day everything in the world happens - you just know how to lie in wait and spy. Is it any wonder that squirrels and hares play with burners! This doesn’t happen on New Year’s Eve.

Stepdaughter. So what?

Soldier. Is it true or not, but my grandfather said that on the very eve of the New Year his grandfather had the opportunity to meet all twelve months.

Stepdaughter. Yah?

Soldier. Pure truth. The old man saw all year round at once: winter, summer, spring, and autumn. I remembered it for the rest of my life, told it to my son and told my grandchildren to tell it. That's how it came to me.

Stepdaughter. How is it possible for winter and summer and spring and autumn to come together! There is no way they can be together.

Soldier. Well, what I know, that’s what I say, but what I don’t know, I won’t say. Why did you come here in such cold weather? I am a forced person, my superiors sent me here, but who are you?

Stepdaughter. And I didn’t come of my own free will.

Soldier. Are you in service, or what?

Stepdaughter. No, I live at home.

Soldier. How did your mother let you go?

Stepdaughter. The mother would not have let him go, but the stepmother sent him to gather brushwood and chop firewood.

Soldier. Look how! So you are an orphan? This is the ammunition you have for your second term. That's right, it blows right through you. Well, let me help you, and then I’ll get down to my business.

The stepdaughter and the Soldier collect brushwood together and put it on the sled.

Stepdaughter. What's your business?

Soldier. I need to cut down the Christmas tree, the best one in the forest, so that it is not thicker, and slimmer, and greener.

Stepdaughter. Who is this tree for?

Soldier. How - for whom? For the queen herself. Tomorrow our palace will be full of guests. So we need to surprise everyone.

Stepdaughter. What will they hang on your Christmas tree?

Soldier. What everyone hangs, they will hang here too. All sorts of toys, firecrackers and trinkets. Only for others, all this stuff is made of gold paper, glass, while ours is made of pure gold and diamonds. Others have cotton dolls and bunnies, but ours are satin.

Stepdaughter. Is the queen still playing with dolls?

Soldier. Why shouldn't she play? Even though she is a queen, she is not older than you.

Stepdaughter. Yes, I haven't played for a long time.

Soldier. Well, you apparently don’t have time, but she has time. There is no authority over her. Just as her parents died - the king and queen - she remained a complete mistress of both herself and others.

Stepdaughter. So our queen is an orphan too?

Soldier. It turns out that he is an orphan.

Stepdaughter. I feel sorry for her.

Soldier. What a pity! There is no one to teach her wisdom. Well, your job is done. There will be enough brushwood for a week. And now it’s time for me to get down to my business, look for a Christmas tree, otherwise I’ll get it from our orphan. She doesn't like to joke with us.

Marianna Khaustova
Methodological development of the performance using the example of the fairy tale “Twelve Months” based on the fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak. Fairy tale script

Staging the play in kindergarten This is a great holiday, and great opportunities for the implementation of various educational tasks. When working on a performance, there is complete integration of all educational areas: artistic and aesthetic development, speech development, cognitive development, socio-communicative development and physical development.

When working on a performance, many tasks are posed, and when solving them, many questions arise. Therefore, it is important to highlight several stages of work on the performance, during which certain tasks will be solved.

1. Preparatory stage

1. Immersion in a fairy tale. Getting to know the plot, reading the original source (if there is one) and the script.

2. Analysis of the characters' characters.

3. Distribution of roles.

4. Preparing costumes for all characters.

5. Selection of musical repertoire.

6. Selection of dance compositions.

7. Making decorations.

In the fairy tale "Twelve Months" the two main characters are the stepdaughter and the young queen.

Stepdaughter a very kind girl, hardworking, she helps everyone. She is very modest and quiet in character. She does not dare to contradict her Stepmother, although she understands the absurdity of her order to go for snowdrops. And at the same time, she has an inner strength that helps her keep her word to the Months and not tell anyone where she got the snowdrops. For this, at the end of the tale, the Months reward her.

Queen, on the contrary, she is quarrelsome, lazy, capricious. She is bored and comes up with all sorts of stupid things, not thinking that there are laws of nature. which must not be violated. As a result, she learns a good life lesson and promises to become kind and attentive to people.

Stepmother and stepmother's daughter greedy for money. They want to get them at any cost and send their stepdaughter to certain death. At the same time, the Stepmother shows exaggerated love for her daughter, allowing her everything and fulfilling all her desires. At the end of the tale, the Months punish them for their quarrelsome nature, disrespect for each other, and eternal quarrels. The stepdaughter again shows the breadth of her soul and asks that the punishment for the stepmother and her daughter not be eternal. She forgives immediately, she feels sorry for them. In our production, the stepmother and her daughter were played by adults, since negative characters It is not recommended for children to play.

Another change in the fairy tale - December and Santa Claus are one character, played by an adult, the rest of the months are played by children.

At distribution of roles There are several factors to consider:

Child's speech

Memory (the main characters and the professor have a large amount of text)

The character of the child.

It is necessary to take into account the child’s character, since he will cope with the role more successfully if the hero is close and understandable to him.

At least 22 people take part in the performance (preferably more).

TO preparing costumes It is advisable to involve the children's parents.

For the months you can make various capes and hats:

For winter months white with edging of different shades or colors;

For spring - March - blue, April - green with snowdrops, May - green with dandelions;

For summer - green with berries and fruits;

For autumn - yellow with wheat ears, acorns, mushrooms, leaves.

Your stepdaughter will need two outfits: one modest, for example, a sundress and a scarf, and a beautiful one. elegant dress, fur coat and boots.

For the Queen: a magnificent dress, a crown and a fur coat.

For the Professor: master's robe and cap.

When selecting musical material taken into account:

Accessibility for children;

Aesthetic and artistic value of musical works.

The proposed scenario uses classical music by Russian and foreign composers. It sounds as the background for the exit of the characters, at the moment of changing scenery and for dance compositions.

The dance compositions in the performance are improvisational in nature, but at the same time they play very important role: the change of seasons occurs through dance numbers with various attributes (leaves, snow plumes, snowdrops, butterflies).

Decorations depend on the size of the hall and the possibilities of their placement. In a small room you will definitely need:

Curtain "Winter Forest"

Decorated Christmas tree

Illuminated mirror ball

Children's chairs

Table and chair (for the Queen).

2. Main stage takes 3-4 weeks and includes learning roles and rehearsals.

At the beginning, the director learns the roles, with all the necessary intonations and accents, and then the parents help teach the text. You need to rehearse individual scenes so that the children do not get tired. Dances are learned separately and then rehearsed in scenes. When all the scenes have been learned, a rehearsal for the entire performance is held.

3. The final stage.

The final stage involves a dress rehearsal and performance. dress rehearsal is held in costumes, with all the attributes and decorations. It makes it possible to identify problematic issues in the production and eliminate them. If necessary, two dress rehearsals can be held.

On the day of the performance, you should not take children to rehearsals. You need to set a joyful mood, ask them to be responsible and collected. And most importantly, enjoy the performance.

Twelve months - script New Year's party for the preparatory group.

Play for older children preschool age based on the fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak.

Characters:

Stepdaughter Mashenka

Young Queen

2 herald officers

Professor

12 months – January (adult, aka Santa Claus, February, March, April, May, July

Girls - Snowflakes, streams, butterflies and bees, snowdrops, autumn leaves, blizzard.

Act one.

Scene 1

A. Glazunov From the ballet "The Seasons" Frost.

Winter forest. The Hare runs out into the clearing. Jumps, rubs its paws, trying to warm up. A squirrel is gnawing nuts on a tree stump.

It's been freezing all day long,

My paws are cold, my nose is cold!

Would you like, squirrels,

Play burners?

1st squirrel.

Oblique, oblique,

Don't go barefoot

And walk around with shoes on,

Wrap up your paws.

If you're wearing shoes,

The wolves won't find the hare

The bear won't find you.

Come out - you'll burn!

The hare stands in front, followed by two squirrels.

Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out,

Look at the sky

Birds are flying

The bells are ringing!

The squirrels, having run around the hare, run away from him in different directions and peek out from behind the trees, standing on chairs and cubes. At this time, the Stepdaughter comes out with an armful of brushwood, dragging the sled behind her. Hiding behind a tree, he watches the game of burners.

It's not fair to play like that, squirrels,

I can't reach the branch.

1st squirrel.

Jump up, jump up!

2nd squirrel.

Wave your tail harder!

Hare (offended).

My tail is short.

You're laughing, squirrels, in vain!

Stepdaughter.

I can’t, it’s funny to the point of tears,

He says: short tail!

(sighs, looks at the sky)

Soon the sun will set,

The stepmother is waiting with firewood.

We need to collect brushwood

And don’t stand idle.

He goes backstage, collecting brushwood.

Music sounds, two old men January and December come out.

Brother, take care of the housekeeping:

Count all the animals.

Someone is wandering, someone is sleeping,

A squirrel sits in a hollow,

A short hare is under a bush,

A wolf wanders in a dense forest,

Foxes, badgers, martens,

Jackdaws, sparrows, tits.

What about snow and ice?

I covered the ground with a carpet.

He gave fur coats to all the trees;

There is ice in lakes and rivers.

Nice job, brother!

Are you happy? Well, I'm glad.

Time, brother, does not wait for us:

The holiday is coming, New Year.

The snow needs to be renewed

Silver the Christmas trees

Decorate everything around.

Wave your sleeve!

Isn't it too early, dear brother?

Someone's sled is standing here

I'll cover all the paths

And there is no way to find it.

Hush, brother, wait,

Do you hear the snow creaking, footsteps?

The stepdaughter comes out and puts brushwood in the sled.

Stepdaughter (scared).

Now it's time to go home.

Oh, who's that behind the pine tree?

Old men in warm fur coats...

Scary as being alone in the wilderness! (sighs with relief).

Apparently it seemed to me...

A cap of snow on a pine tree (the sled quickly takes away).

We know this guest:

From spring to winter

He comes to the forest on business.

We all know her.

Don't expect any more guests in the forest.

Call all your brothers here.

Brothers-months, it's time

Gather around the fire.

Smoking spring resins,

Boil honey for a whole year.

It's time for us to lock up the forest,

So that no one can find out

Where do we make a fire?

And we carry on our conversation.

White blizzard - blizzard,

Whip up the flying snow.

You smoke

You're smoking

They fell to the ground in peace.

Wrap the earth in a shroud,

Stand as a wall in front of the forest.

Here's the key, here's the lock,

So that no one can pass!

Music is playing Decorating the Christmas tree from the ballet The Nutcracker by P. I. Tchaikovsky, a mirror ball is turned on. The months pass, the scenery changes.

Picture 2.

A room in the Queen's palace. She sits at the table and writes in a notebook. A professor in glasses with a pointer in his hands walks around the room, looking at his notebook from time to time.

Queen.

The grass is green,

The sun shines,

Professor.

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

Queen (throws down her pen).

I hate writing!

I'll tear up the notebook now.

Professor.

Just be patient for a little while,

There is only one line left.

The chancellor enters with papers in his hands and bows low.

Good morning, Your Majesty!

I wouldn't want to disturb you,

But I ask you to sign

Three decrees very quickly...

Queen.

Fine! (To the Professor)

But your phrase

I'm not going to write.

(To the Chancellor)

But what's here? I doubt…

One of two things here: execute

Or be pardoned.

The Queen pronounces the words “execute” and “pardon” syllable by syllable. Thinking.

Queen.

I’ll write “execute”, in short.

Oh, I’m tired, I have no urine.

The Chancellor bows and leaves.

Professor.

What have you done, oh my God!

Queen.

Ah, you're talking about the same thing again!

Where is the mistake? “Scheming” or what?

Professor.

Queen, your will,

Without thinking, you decided

The man was killed.

Queen.

I have to think, think

You can go so crazy!

I'm tired of your lesson

There's enough to do without it.

You will cheer me up

Tell me something.

Professor.

If it pleases you,

Exactly twelve months

Make up a whole year.

And they all have their turn.

As soon as one leaves, another immediately comes.

Before brother January

Don't wait for February.

Before August - September,

Before October – November

They never come.

Queen.

Oh, what nonsense.

I'm tired of the snowstorm

I wish it was April.

Professor.

You have no power over nature,

Get better at fashion.

Queen.

I can make a law.

Well, I'll send you out.

(to the side)

Bring me the stamp.

Professor.

Will you allow me to say?

We all need months:

February gives us pancakes,

October gives us mushrooms,

December gives us a Christmas tree,

In March the streams run.

And the snowdrops are blooming,

If it's April outside

And drops are ringing everywhere...

Queen.

I love snowdrops

Therefore I command...

(to the professor)

Where's the pen?

Write quickly...

Chancellor! Bring me the stamp!

The curtain closes. Fanfare sounds. Two heralds come out.

1st herald.

Attention! Attention!

Listen to the royal command!

2nd herald.

Narvit before dawn

Simple snowdrops,

And they will give you for it

A basket of gold!

Fanfare sounds.

Picture 3.

Decorations in the stepmother's house. A stove, a bench, baskets of different sizes. The daughter is sorting through the baskets on the bench, the mother is rolling out the dough.

I found three baskets:

This one is quite small.

But this one will do,

Will there be a lot of gold included?

Enough for a horse with a bridle

Yes, a big one with a porch.

No, this is the one I need.

Deep and wide.

You will walk in gold

And eat and drink on gold.

What can we say about this?

Where can I get flowers?

Maybe they grow in the forest,

Do they bloom under the snowdrifts?

I'll go into the forest to look for them,

I want to go to the palace.

Apparently you've gone crazy!

There's a snowstorm and darkness outside!

You won't find anything

You'll freeze there and disappear.

If you don't tell me to go,

Then send your sister.

Daughter, you’re right!

She will bring firewood,

We'll send her back to the forest.

If he finds flowers, we'll take them down

We are snowdrops with you

The queen is young.

The stake will freeze, know fate,

One word - orphan.

The whistle of the wind, the howl of the blizzard, the door slams - the stepdaughter enters. He takes off his scarf, shakes off the snow and warms his hands by the fire.

Well, you've warmed up, get dressed,

Go back to the forest again,

You'll find snowdrops there

And you will bring it in a basket.

Stepdaughter.

Snowdrops?

In the forest, in winter?

You are laughing at me!

Stepmother: I have no time for jokes now,

And the royal decree:

Find snowdrops in the forest

And bring them to the palace!

Get ready quickly

Don't come back without flowers!

(Pushes Mashenka out into the street.)

Stepmother (to daughter):

What, Marfushenka, my friend,

Do you want a sweet pie?

Or a delicious candy?

There is no denying you anything!

I want to get some snowdrops,

To get to the palace for the ball!

So that they give us gold

And we became rich!

Do what I want!

Otherwise I’ll scream!

Woo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo-hoo! (Stepmother consoles her daughter).

Act two. Picture 1.

The introduction to “Kikimora” by A. Lyadov sounds. Winter forest, twilight, the stepdaughter makes her way through the snowdrifts, wrapping herself in a scarf. Wearily sits down on a tree stump.

Stepdaughter.

Oh, what silence

I'm all alone in the forest.

Someone is walking behind you... (gets up, looks around)

It seemed. What darkness:

You can't see your hands.

What to do? Sit here?

Sits on a tree stump and dozes. A hare jumps out from behind a tree.

Hey, you'll freeze like that, don't sleep!

Squirrel, squirrel, help!

(throws pine cones at the girl)

Stepdaughter.

Did someone tell me something?

He threw cones at me.

I think I fell asleep.

You can't sleep in the cold!

The stepdaughter is jumping from foot to foot, trying to stay warm.

Raven arrives.

Ka-ar-r-r-r! Carrrr! Car-r-r-r!

I have become very old these days!

But in such bad weather

I didn't see any people in the forest.

Old raven, don't be angry,

You'd better step aside.

We wanted to warm the girl,

She will freeze here under the spruce tree.

She's still in the forest

She will freeze until the morning alone.

I see a light in the distance

And although the path to it is long,

Let her go there

Good luck awaits her there. Car-r-r-r-r! (Flies away).

Mashenka:

Oh! I see a light!

Is he close or far?

I'll go there anyway

Otherwise I'll be lost.

Goodbye, Zainka,

Goodbye, Squirrel!

Squirrel and Bunny: Have a nice trip, girl!

A large clearing in the forest, around a fire for months they dance in a circle and sing “Burn, burn clear!” (phonogram of song from film)

Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out,

Burn, burn brighter

Summer will be hotter

And winter is warmer,

And spring is sweeter!

Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!

Mashenka approaches the fire.

Mashenka: Good evening!

Months: Good evening!

Mashenka: I'm cold and chilled!

Can I warm myself by the fire?

I have nowhere else to go.

Even by our fire

Nobody ever warmed up

But we allow you

We invite you to our close circle!

We are both summer and winter

We see you often!

Every day you are at work,

How much worry do you have!

In the garden and in the forest,

Both around the house and in the garden!

But tell me why you came,

Did you bring this basket?

Mashenka:

My stepmother sent me

And besides, she ordered

Don't come back without flowers.

It's better for me to stay in the forest.

Why are you sitting there, April?

Your guest, welcome.

Brother January, please help me.

Give up your place for an hour.

I'm glad to help, of course.

But it's still February and March.

February. I guess I'll give in.

March. Brothers, I don't like to argue.

January takes the staff and hits the ground with it.

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark.

It's enough for you to freeze the crows,

Cool down human habitation! (Knocks three times with the staff).

Now it’s your turn, brother February! (Hands over the staff).

February: (speaking in the background sounding music Vivaldi "The Seasons. Winter")

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can!

Winds, whirlwinds and storms,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Soar above the ground

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

A white snake. (S. Ya. Marshak)

Dance of Snowflakes

February: Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. (Hands over the staff).

March: The snow is no longer the same

He darkened in the field.

The ice on the lakes is cracked,

It's like they split it.

The clouds are moving faster

The sky has become higher

The sparrow chirped

Have fun on the roof. (S. Ya. Marshak)

March: Well, now take the staff, brother April!

Run away, streams,

Spread out, puddles!

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold.

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs -

And the snowdrop blossomed! (S. Ya. Marshak)

Snowdrop dance to music P. Tchaikovsky "April". In the hands of

dancing flowers. Mashenka comes out for the third part of the music and

collects these flowers. The snowdrops are gradually leaving. Mashenka

coming up to the Months.

Mashenka.

Thank you all for your kindness,

You gave me a fairy tale.

Wait, don't go!

Take a ring to say goodbye.

If suddenly something bad happens,

Let it roll faster.

Don't waste your time,

Repeat these words:

“You roll, roll, little ring,

On the spring porch,

In the summer canopy,

In the autumn mansion,

Yes on the winter carpet

To the New Year's bonfire!

Take care of the ring

Don't say where you got it.

Mashenka:

I got it! Thank you

I won’t say a word! (Leaves).

Picture 2.

Decorating the Christmas tree from P. I. Tchaikovsky’s ballet “The Nutcracker” sounds. Royal Palace. The Queen sits on a throne near the Christmas tree, in her hands

chamomile. The Queen picks off chamomile petals and says:

Queen: They will bring it - they won’t bring it - they will bring it - they won’t bring it.

Teacher: No, this has never happened before,

So that spring comes in winter

And on snowdrifts

A snowdrop would suddenly bloom.

Skip! Skip!"

The Stepmother and Marfusha enter and fall at the Queen’s feet.

Stepmother: We heard a decree,

They immediately ran into the forest.

Look - flowers are blooming there

Unprecedented beauty.

And snowdrops and roses,

Despite all the frosts,

They bloom on the snowdrifts,

Everything around is fragrant!

Queen: It turned out I was right!

Well, everyone shout “Hurray!”

I am so glad! I am so glad!

You will be rewarded for this!

And now everyone is in a round dance,

We are celebrating the New Year!

Everyone is dancing a couple dance around the Christmas tree

(or a New Year's round dance is performed).

Queen:

I'm tired of dancing here,

I wanted to take a walk.

Order the sleigh to be equipped,

Let's go to the forest to look for flowers,

But these two persons

They will show us where the snowdrifts are,

Which have flowers

Unprecedented beauty!

The stepmother and Marfusha fall at the Queen’s feet.

Stepmother: Oh, forgive us! We lied!

We have never been to the forest!

Queen: Where did you get the flowers?

Stepmother: We took this from Masha.

At night she went into the forest

And I found snowdrops.

Queen: Let her show us the way,

Otherwise she will be punished!

And now we are going to the forest,

How many miracles await us there!

Professor: But it’s dark in the forest now,

All the paths are covered with snow,

Neither pass nor pass,

We'll get stuck there on the way!

Queen: The soldiers must be ordered

Clear the road in the forest.

Soldiers! Attention! Take the brooms

Follow the order!

Act three. Picture 1.

The music "Rime" from the ballet "The Seasons" by A. Glazunov is playing

Winter forest. Forest Glade. Two squirrels run out.

1st squirrel. Hello, squirrel! Happy New Year!

2nd squirrel. Happy new snow and frost!

1st squirrel. Here's a cone for you as a gift!

2nd squirrel. Wait, a little bunny is running.

The hare runs out.

1st squirrel. Hello, hare! Happy New Year!

2 apple. Happy new coat and frost!

You'd better tell me:

Have you seen a wolf here?

The gray one wants to eat me!

1st squirrel. I see a wolf by the road.

2nd squirrel. Take your feet away, hare.

The hare and squirrels run away. Mashenka comes out into the clearing.

Mashenka.

What should I do? What should I do?

How can I help my grief?

I'll have to take the ring

Call Mesyatsev for help.

(raises the ring high and says)

You roll, roll, little ring.

The Queen and her retinue creep up from behind.

Queen: Where did she get the ring from?

My heart tells me

That there is room for miracles here.

I will take it away and not give it back!

The Queen is trying to take Mashenka’s ring, all the courtiers are

they attack her, the ring rolls.

Mashenka:

You roll, roll, little ring,

On the spring porch,

In the summer canopy,

In the autumn mansion,

Yes on the winter carpet

To the New Year's bonfire! (S. Ya. Marshak)

G the light goes out, it sounds Winter Vivaldi, Dance of Snowflakes, they spin and take you away Stepdaughter.

Daughter. Oh, save me, help me.

Mother, hold me.

Queen. I want to go home soon.

Professor. The wind died down and everything became lighter.

Sounds music Snowdrop by Tchaikovsky. Streams sound and birds sing.

And the streams are babbling. Spring!

That's right, the kidneys are swelling.

And the snowdrop blooms.

Tchaikovsky's "Snowdrop" is playing. The girls run out with snowdrops, sit down and everyone starts picking flowers. Butterflies and bees fly out.

Daughter. How much sun, how much light

Queen. It's summer.

Professor.

This is no accident.

Winter - and butterflies fly,

This simply does not happen!

Stepmother. Oh, how stuffy!

Daughter. Ah, the heat.

Professor.

My throat is dry

Where is the water?

Phonogram of thunder, rain. Vivaldi Storm. T the appearance of autumn leaves.

Queen: I'm wet, help me

Bring me the umbrella quickly.

Professor. Everything is blurry, there is dirt everywhere,

We can't get into the palace.

The sleigh will not go without snow.

God, what will happen to us?

Soundtrack of a blizzard.

Daughter. The water in the stream froze again.

Chancellor. Look at the snow. It's winter again

Waltz snow flakes. Tchaikovsky Dance of Snowflakes.

Queen.

I'm cold. What a frost!

Stepmother. And a wolf howl is heard nearby.

We would like to get to the palace.

No horses, no dogs.

Professor.

Yes, we were in trouble.

Who should we harness to the sleigh?

I have not solved such problems.

Queen.

If only I knew

I didn’t sign the decree.

Yes, it was a stupid decree.

Freeze here because of you.

Stop the screaming and tears!

Look: at the birch...

(An old man in a fur coat comes out - January)

Oh, what beauty!

Well, winter has come again.

Oh, I'm tired, I'm tired.

Who will rescue us?

Stepmother: I wish I could call Santa Claus!

Stepmother and Queen (together): Santa Claus! Come here!

We have trouble, trouble, trouble!

Santa Claus (aka January) comes out.

Santa Claus: Who's yelling at the whole forest?

Who is calling me for help?

Queen: It’s me, your Queen,

Help me out of trouble quickly.

Take us to the palace

I'll give it to you for this. casket

Santa Claus: Ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha-ha!

You made me laugh.

What is the casket? I'm rich myself

A hundred times richer than you.

Would you like to keep warm,

Well, don’t you have anything to wear?

Come on, Mishenka, my friend,

Bring the big chest here!

The bear brings out a large chest.

Stepmother: Good Grandfather Frost!

Did you bring us gifts?

Give us a fur coat quickly,

We can't stand it for a minute!

Santa Claus: Get what you deserve

Don't forget me!

The stepmother and Marfusha put on fur coats. They start arguing loudly about whose

the fur coat is better and more expensive, they gradually lower themselves onto all fours and

turn into dogs and run away barking.

Santa Claus: And for our Queen,

Let's find an even more beautiful fur coat,

Queen: Santa Claus! I'm sorry!

I will be good from now on!

I'll become smarter now

Be kinder to your subjects.

Father Frost: It’s not me who needs to forgive,

And who was offended by you!

To the music - the introduction to the Waltz of the Flowers from the ballet "The Nutcracker" - an elegant Mashenka comes out.

Everyone admires her.

Stepdaughter: I don’t hold a grudge against the Queen,

I know how cold it is here in a snowstorm.

Forgive everyone, Grandfather Frost,

Come home for the holiday!

Father Frost: For the sake of such a holiday

We are ready to forgive you all.

Get into the wonderful sleigh,

Rush quickly to the palace.

Santa Claus hits his staff three times, three horses appear,

everyone gets into the sleigh. To the music from Minkus's ballet "Horses", all participants in the performance go around the Christmas tree and arrive at the "palace".

Father Frost:

We rushed for a long time, finally

There is a palace in front of us!

There's a Christmas tree here,

Forest beauty.

Let's light the lights on it,

Let's sing a sonorous song.

The lights on the tree are lit, everyone stands around the tree and walks

attractions). Gifts are decorated as if they were flowers

snowdrift (each gift is wrapped in a green bag with a flower).

This script will help organize in the classroom New Year's celebration. The number of characters is such that it allows almost all students in the class to be involved in the theatrical production. Designed for students in grades 5-6.

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Municipal budgetary educational institution

Koroleva, Moscow region

average comprehensive school №13

(MOU secondary school No. 13)

Scenario

based on the fairy tale play by S.Ya. Marshak

"Twelve months"

Designed by

teacher of Russian language and literature

Zemskova Elena Evgenievna

2012

CHARACTERS

Old stepmother

Daughter

Stepdaughter

Queen, a girl of about fourteen

The Queen's teacher, professor of arithmetic and penmanship

Chancellor

Crown Prosecutor

Twelve months

First Herald

Second Herald

ACT ONE

Castle. Queen's classroom. Wide board in a carved gold frame. Desk. The fourteen-year-old Queen sits on a velvet pillow and writes with a long golden pen. In front of her is the gray-bearded Professor of Arithmetic and Penmanship.

Queen . I hate writing. All fingers are covered in ink!

Professor. You are absolutely right, Your Majesty. This is a very unpleasant task. It is not for nothing that the ancient ports managed without writing instruments, which is why their works are classified by science as oral literature. However, I dare to ask you to write four more lines in Your Majesty’s own hand.

Queen. Okay, dictate.

Professor The grass is turning green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

Queen. I'll just write "The grass is getting greener."(Writes.) The grass is not...

The Chancellor enters.

Chancellor (bowing low).Good morning, Your Majesty. I dare to respectfully ask you to sign one rescript and three decrees.

Queen. More writing! Fine. But then I won’t add “turns green.” Give me your papers here!(Signs the papers one by one.)

Chancellor. Thank you, Your Majesty. And now let me ask you to draw...

Queen. Draw again!

Chancellor . Only your highest resolution on this petition.

Queen (impatiently). What should I write?

Chancellor. One of two things, Your Majesty: either “execute” or “pardon.”

Queen (to herself). Po-mi-lo-vat... Execute... I’d better write “execute” - it’s shorter.

The Chancellor takes the papers, bows and leaves.

Professor (sighing heavily).Nothing to say, in short!

Queen . What do you mean?

Professor. Oh, Your Majesty, what you wrote!

Queen. You, of course, again noticed some error. Should I write “intrigue” or what?

Professor. No, you spelled this word correctly - and yet you made a very serious mistake.

Queen . Which one?

Professor . You decided the fate of a person without even thinking!

Queen. What more! I can’t write and think at the same time.

Professor. And it is not necessary. First you need to think, and then write, Your Majesty!

Queen. Better tell me something interesting. Something New Year's... After all, today is New Year's Eve.

Professor. Your humble servant. A year, Your Majesty, consists of twelve months!

Queen. How's that? Indeed?

Professor. Absolutely, Your Majesty. The months are called: January, February, March, April, May, June, July...

Queen. There are so many of them! And you know everyone by name? What a wonderful memory you have!

Professor. Thank you, Your Majesty! August, September, October, November and December.

Queen. Just think about it!

Professor. The months go by one after another. As soon as one month ends, another begins immediately. And it has never happened before that February came before January, and September before August.

Queen. What if I wanted it to be April now?

Professor. This is impossible, Your Majesty.

Queen . Are you again?

Professor (pleadingly). It is not I who object to Your Majesty. This is science and nature!

Queen. Tell me please! What if I make such a law and put a big seal on it?

Professor (waves his hands helplessly).I'm afraid this won't help either. But it is unlikely that Your Majesty will need such changes in the calendar. After all, every month brings us its own gifts and fun. December, January and February - ice skating, christmas tree, Maslenitsa booths, in March the snow begins to melt, in April the first snowdrops peek out from under the snow...

Queen. So I wish it was already April. I really love snowdrops. I've never seen them.

Professor. There is very little left until April, Your Majesty. Just some three months, or ninety days...

Queen . Ninety! I can't wait even three days. Tomorrow is the New Year's party, and I want these - what did you call them - on my table? - snowdrops.

Professor . Your Majesty, but the laws of nature!..

Queen (interrupting him). I will make a new law of nature!(Claps his hands.)Hey, who's there? Send the Chancellor to me.(To the professor.) And you sit down at my desk and write. Now I will dictate to you.(Thinks.) Well, "The grass is turning green, the sun is shining." Yes, yes, write that way. (Thinks.) Well! "The grass turns green, the sun shines, and in our royal forestsspring flowers are blooming. Therefore, we most mercifully command that you deliver toNew Year's Eve brings a basket full of snowdrops to the palace. The one who will fulfill ourthe highest will, we will reward it royally..." What could we promise them?Wait, you don’t need to write this!.. Well, I came up with an idea. Write. "We'll give himas much gold as will fit in his basket, let's give him a velveta fur coat on a gray fox and let us participate in our

royal new yearskating". Well, did you write? How slow you write!

Professor, "...on a gray fox..." I haven't written a dictation for a long time, Your Majesty.

Queen. Yeah, you don’t write it yourself, but you force me! How cunning!.. Well, oh well. Give me a pen - I will inscribe my highest name!(He quickly puts down a squiggle and waves the piece of paper so that the ink dries faster.)

At this time, the Chancellor appears at the door.

Place your stamp here and here! And make sure everyone in town knows my orders.

Chancellor (reads quickly with his eyes).What about the seal? Your will, queen!..

Queen . Yes, yes, my will, and you must fulfill it!..

The curtain falls. One after another, two Heralds come out with trumpets and scrolls in their hands.

Solemn sounds of fanfare.

First Herald . We most mercifully command that a full basket of snowdrops be delivered to the palace by the New Year!

Second Herald.We will reward the one who fulfills our highest will

like a king!

First Herald . We will give him as much gold as will fit in his basket!

Second Herald . Let's give a velvet fur coat to the gray fox and let him take part in our royal New Year's skating!

First Herald . On Her Majesty's original handwritten note: "Happy New Year! Happy April 1st!"

First Herald . On New Year's Eve

We issued an order:

Let them bloom today

We have snowdrops!

Second Herald . The grass is turning green

The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

First Herald . Who dares to deny

That the swallow flies

That the grass is turning green

And the sun is shining?

Second Herald . Snowdrop blooms in the forest,

And not a blizzard blows,

And that one of you is a rebel,

Who will say: it doesn’t bloom!

Streams run into the valley,

Winter has come to an end.

First Herald . Snowdrops basket

Bring it to the palace!

Second Herald . Narvit before dawn

Simple snowdrops.

First Herald . And they will give you for it

A basket of gold!

First and Second The grass is turning green

(together) The sun is shining

Swallow with spring

It's flying towards us in the canopy!

ACT TWO

A small house on the outskirts of the city. The stove is burning hot. There is a snowstorm outside the windows. Twilight. The old woman rolls out the dough. The daughter is sitting in front of the fire. There are several baskets on the floor near her. She is sorting through the baskets. First he picks up a small one, then a larger one, then the largest one.

Daughter (holding a small basket in his hands).And what, mom, will there be a lot of gold in this basket?

Old woman. Yes, a lot.

Daughter. How much will this include?

Old woman. There's even more to this one

Daughter . Well, what about this one?

Old woman. And there’s nothing to say here. You will drink and eat on gold, you will dress in gold, you will wear gold, you will wear gold, you will cover your ears with gold.

Daughter . Well, then I’ll take this basket! (Sighing) One problem - you can’t find snowdrops. Apparently the queen wanted to laugh at us.

Old woman . She’s young, so she comes up with all sorts of things.

Daughter . Or maybe they are growing little by little under the snowdrifts. That's why they are snowdrops... I'll put on my fur coat and try to look for it.

Old woman. What are you doing, daughter! Yes, I won’t even let you out of the threshold. Look out the window, what a blizzard is blowing up. Or maybe it will be by nightfall!

Daughter (grabs the largest basket).No, I’ll go - that’s all. For once, there was a chance to get to the palace, to visit the queen herself for a holiday. And they'll give you a whole basket of gold.

Old woman . You'll freeze in the forest.

Daughter (through tears). Well, if you don’t let me in, then at least let your sister go. She will come from the forest, and you will send her there again.

Old woman . But it’s true! Why not send her? The forest is not far away, it won't take long to escape. If she picks flowers, we'll take them to the palace, but if she freezes, well, that means that's her fate. Who will cry for her?

Stepdaughter enters. Her scarf was covered with snow. She takes off her scarf and

shakes it off, then goes to the stove and warms his hands.

Old woman . Is it blowing outside?

Stepdaughter . It sweeps so hard that you can’t see either the earth or the sky. It's like walking on clouds. I barely made it home. Old woman. That's why it's winter, so that there's a blizzard. Stepdaughter. No, there hasn’t been such a blizzard in a whole year and there never will be.

Daughter . How do you know that it won’t happen? Stepdaughter. But today is the last day of the year! Daughter. Look how! Apparently you're not very cold if you're asking riddles. Well, are you rested and warmed up? You still need to run somewhere else.

Stepdaughter . Where is this, far away?

Old woman . Not that close, not even close.

Daughter . In the forest!

Stepdaughter . In the forest? For what? I brought a lot of firewood, enough for a week.

Daughter . Not for brushwood, but for snowdrops!

Stepdaughter (laughing). Except for the snowdrops - in such a blizzard! But I didn’t immediately understand that you were joking. I was scared. Nowadays, the abyss is no wonder - it keeps circling and knocking you down.

Daughter . I'm not kidding. Haven't you heard about the decree?

Stepdaughter. No.

Daughter . You don’t hear anything, you don’t know anything! People are talking about it all over the city. The queen will give the one who collects snowdrops a whole basket of gold, a fur coat on a gray fox, and will allow him to ride in his sleigh.

Stepdaughter . What are snowdrops like now - it’s Winter...

Old woman . In the spring, people pay for snowdrops not in gold, but in copper!

Daughter . Well, what’s there to talk about! Here's your basket.

Stepdaughter. I won't go!

Daughter . How is it that you won’t go?

Stepdaughter . Don't you feel sorry for me at all? I won't be able to return from the forest.

Daughter . So, should I go into the forest instead of you?

Stepdaughter (head down) . But it’s not me who needs gold.

Old woman . It's clear, you don't need anything. You have everything, and what you don’t have, your stepmother and sister will have it!

Daughter. She is rich and refuses a whole basket of gold. Well, are you going or not? Answer directly - won't you go? Where's my fur coat?(With tears in his voice).Let her warm herself here by the stove, eat pies, and I will walk through the forest until midnight, getting stuck in the snowdrifts...(Picks his fur coat off the hook and runs to the door.)

Old woman (grabs her by the floor).Where are you going? Who allowed you? Sit down, stupid! (To the stepdaughter.) And you, put a scarf on your head, a basket in your hands, and go. Look at me: if I find out that you’ve been staying with the neighbors somewhere, I won’t let you into the house - freeze in the yard!

Daughter . Go and don't come back without snowdrops!

The stepdaughter wraps herself in a scarf, takes the basket and leaves.

Silence.

Old woman (looking at the door).And she didn’t properly slam the door behind her. It blows like that! Close the door well, daughter, and get ready for the table. It's time for dinner.

ACT THREE

Forest. Large flakes of snow fall to the ground. Thick twilight. The stepdaughter makes her way through deep snowdrifts. Wraps himself in a torn scarf. Blowing on frozen hands. It's getting darker and darker in the forest.

Stepdaughter . No, apparently I heard it. A cone just fell from a tree and woke me up. But I dreamed of something good, and it even became warmer. What did I dream about? You won't remember right away. Oh, there it is! It’s as if my mother is walking around the house with a lamp and the light is shining right into my eyes.(Raises his head, shakes off the snow with his hand

eyelashes.) But something really shines - over there, far away... What if it wolf eyes? No, the wolf's eyes are green, and this is a golden light. It’s shaking and twinkling, as if a star is entangled in the branches... I’ll run!(Jumps off the branch.)Still glowing. Maybe there really is a forester’s hut nearby, or maybe the woodcutters have lit a fire. We have to go. Need to go. Oh, my legs can’t move, they’re completely numb!(He walks with difficulty, falling into snowdrifts, climbing over windbreaks and fallen trunks.)If only the light doesn’t go out!..No, it doesn’t go out, it burns brighter and brighter. And it seemed to smell like warm smoke.

Is it really a fire? This is true. Whether it’s my imagination or not, I hear brushwood crackling on the fire.(He goes further, spreading and lifting the paws of the thick tall spruce trees.)

Everything around is getting brighter and brighter. Reddish reflections run across the snow and along the branches. And suddenly a small round clearing opens in front of the Stepdaughter, in the middle of which a high fire is burning hot. People sit around the fire, some closer to the fire, some further away. There are twelve of them: three old, three elderly, three young, and the last three are still quite young. Young people sit near the fire, old people sit at a distance. Two old men are wearing white long fur coats, shaggy white hats, the third has a white fur coat with black stripes and a black edge on the cap. One of elderly --in golden-red, another in rusty-brown, the third in brown clothes. The other six are in green kaftans of different shades, embroidered with colored patterns. One of the young men has a fur coat saddled over his green caftan, the other has a fur coat on one shoulder. The stepdaughter stops between two fir trees and, not daring to go out into the clearing, listens to what the twelve brothers sitting around the fire are talking about.

January (throwing an armful of brushwood into the fire)

Burn, burn brighter -

Summer will be hotter

And the winter is warmer

And spring is nicer.

All the months burn, burn clearly,

So that it doesn't go out!

June Burn, burn with a bang!

Let through the copses,

Where the snowdrifts will lie,

There will be more berries.

May Let them carry it to the deck

Bees make more honey.

July May there be wheat in the fields

The ears are thick.

All the months burn, burn clearly,

So that it doesn't go out!

The stepdaughter at first does not dare to go out into the clearing, then, plucking up courage, slowly

comes out from behind the trees. The twelve brothers, falling silent, turn to her.

Stepdaughter (bowing). Good evening.

January . Good evening to you too.

Stepdaughter . If I don’t disturb your conversation, let me warm myself by the fire.

January (to brothers). Well, brothers, what do you think, should we allow it or not?

February (shaking his head). There has never been such a case when anyone besides us sat by this fire.

April . It never happened. This is true. Yes, if someone came to our light, then let him warm himself.

May. Let it warm up. This will not reduce the heat in the fire.

December . Well, come, beauty, come, and make sure you don’t burn. You see, we have such a fire - it’s burning.

Stepdaughter . Thank you, grandpa. I won't come close. I'll stand aside.(He approaches the fire, trying not to hit or push anyone, and warms his hands.)That's good! How light and hot your fire is! It felt warm right down to my heart. I warmed up. Thank you.

There is a short silence. All you can hear is the crackling of the fire.

January. What is this in your hands, girl? No basket? Did you come for the pine cones right before the New Year, and even in such a snowstorm?

February . The forest also needs a rest - not everyone can rob it!

Stepdaughter . I didn’t come of my own free will, and I didn’t come for the bumps.

August (grinning) . So isn't it for mushrooms?

Stepdaughter . Not for mushrooms, but for flowers... My stepmother sent me for snowdrops.

March (laughing and pushing the month of April).Do you hear, brother, behind the snowdrops! So, your guest, welcome!

Everyone laughs.

Stepdaughter . I would laugh myself, but I’m not laughing. My stepmother did not tell me to return home without snowdrops.

February . What did she need snowdrops for in the middle of winter?

Stepdaughter. She doesn't need flowers, but gold. Our queen promised a whole basket of gold to anyone who brought a basket of snowdrops to the palace. So they sent me into the forest.

January. Your business is bad, my dear! Now is not the time for snowdrops - we must wait for the month of April.

Stepdaughter . I know it myself, grandfather. Yes, I have nowhere to go. Well, thank you for your warmth and hello. If I interfered, don't be angry...(Takes his basket and slowly walks towards the trees.)

April. Wait, girl, don't rush!(Approaches January and bows to him.)Brother January, give me your place for an hour.

January . I would give in, but there would be no April before March.

March . Well, it won't be up to me. What do you say, brother February?

February . Okay, I’ll give in, I won’t argue.

January. If so, have it your way!(Hits the ground with his ice staff.)

Don't crack, it's frosty,

In a protected forest,

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew the bark!

You're full of crows

Freeze,

Human habitation

Cool down!

The forest becomes quiet. The snowstorm has subsided. The sky was covered with stars.

Well, now it’s your turn, brother February!(Hands over his staff to the shaggy and lame February.)

February (hits the ground with his staff)

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow as hard as you can.

Whirlwinds, blizzards and blizzards,

Get ready for the night!

Trumpet loudly in the clouds,

Hover above the ground.

Let the drifting snow run in the fields

White snake!

The wind is humming in the branches. Snow drifts across the clearing and snow whirls swirl.

Now it's your turn, brother Mart!

March (takes staff)

The snow is no longer the same -

He darkened in the field.

The ice on the lakes is cracked,

It's like they split it.

The clouds are moving faster.

The sky became higher.

The sparrow chirped

Have fun on the roof.

It's getting darker every day

Stitches and paths

And on the willows with silver

The earrings glow.

The snow suddenly darkens and settles. It starts dripping. Buds appear on the trees.

Well, now take the staff, brother April.

April (takes the staff and speaks loudly, in a full boyish voice)

Run away, streams,

Spread out, puddles.

Get out, ants,

After the winter cold.

A bear sneaks through

Through the dead wood.

The birds began to sing songs,

And the snowdrop blossomed!

In the forest and in the clearing, everything changes. The last snow is melting. The ground is covered

young grass. Blue and white appear on the hummocks under the trees

flowers. It's dripping, flowing, babbling all around. The stepdaughter stands, numb with surprise.

Why are you standing? Hurry up. My brothers gave you and me just one hour.

Stepdaughter . How did all this happen? Is it really because of me that spring has come in the middle of winter? I don’t dare believe my eyes.

April . Believe it or not, but quickly run and collect snowdrops. Otherwise, winter will return and your basket is still empty.

Stepdaughter. Run Run! (Disappears behind the trees.)

The Stepdaughter comes out from behind the trees. In her hands she has a basket full of snowdrops.

January . Have you already filled your cart full? Your hands are nimble.

Stepdaughter . But they are visible and invisible there. And on hummocks, and under hummocks, and in thickets, and on lawns, and under stones, and under trees! I have never seen so many snowdrops. Yes, they are all so large, the stems are fluffy, like velvet, the petals look like crystal. Thank you, owners, for your kindness. If it weren’t for you, I would never see the sun or spring snowdrops again. No matter how long I live in the world, I will still thank you - for every flower, for every day!(Bows to the month of January.)

January. Bow down not to me, but to my little brother - the month of April. He asked for you, he even brought flowers out from under the snow for you.

Stepdaughter (turning to the month of April).Thank you, month of April! I always rejoiced at you, but now, as soon as I saw you in person, I will never forget!

April . And so that you really don’t forget, here’s a ring for you as a keepsake. Look at him and remember me. If trouble happens, throw it on the ground, into the water or into a snowdrift and say: You roll, roll, little ring,

On the spring porch,

In the summer canopy,

In the autumn teremok

Yes on the winter carpet

To the New Year's bonfire!

We will come to your rescue - all twelve of us will come as one - with a thunderstorm, with a blizzard, with a spring drop! Well, do you remember?

Stepdaughter. I remember. (Repeat.) ...Yes, on a winter carpet

To the New Year's bonfire!

April . Well, goodbye, and take care of my ring. If you lose him, you will lose me!

Stepdaughter . I won't lose it. I will never part with this ring. I will take it with me, like a light from your fire. But your fire warms the whole earth.

ACT FOUR

Old Woman's House. The old woman and the daughter are dressing up. There is a basket with snowdrops on the bench.

Daughter . I told you: give her a big new basket. And you regretted it. Now blame yourself. How much gold will fit in this basket? A handful, another - and there’s no room!

Old woman . And who knew that she would return alive, and with snowdrops at that? This is unheard of!.. And I have no idea where she found them.

Daughter. Didn't you ask her?

Old woman . And I didn’t really have time to ask. She came not herself, as if not from the forest, but from a walk, cheerful, her eyes sparkling, her cheeks glowing. Place the basket on the table - and immediately go behind the curtain. I just looked at what was in her basket, and she was already sleeping. Yes, so hard that you won’t even wake it up. It’s already day outside, and she’s still sleeping. I lit the stove myself and swept the floor.

Daughter . I'll go wake her up. In the meantime, take a large new basket and put the snowdrops into it.

The daughter goes behind the curtain. The old woman rearranges the snowdrops.

The daughter runs out on tiptoe from behind the curtain.

Old woman . Admire how I arranged the snowdrops!

Daughter (quietly). What is there to admire? You will admire it!

Old woman . Ring! Yes what! Where did you get it from?

Daughter. That's where it comes from! I went to her, began to wake her up, but she didn’t hear. I grabbed her hand, unclenched my fist, and lo and behold, the ring on her finger was glowing. I slowly pulled off the ring, but didn’t wake him up anymore - let him sleep.

Old woman . Oh, there it is! That's what I thought.

Daughter . What did you think?

Old woman . She was not alone, which meant she was collecting snowdrops in the forest. Someone helped her. Hey orphan! Show me the ring, daughter. It shines and plays like that. I've never seen anything like this in my life. Come on, put it on your finger. Daughter (trying to put on the ring). Doesn't fit!

At this time, the Stepdaughter comes out from behind the curtain.

Old woman (quietly). Put it in your pocket, put it in your pocket!

The daughter hides the ring in her pocket. Stepdaughter, looking at her feet, slowly

goes to the bench, then to the door, goes out into the hallway.

I noticed it was missing!

The stepdaughter returns, approaches the basket with snowdrops, and rummages through the flowers.

Why are you crushing flowers?

Stepdaughter . Where is the basket in which I brought the snowdrops?

Old woman . What do you need? There she stands.

The stepdaughter is rummaging in the basket.

Daughter. What are you looking for?

Old woman . She is our expert at searching. Is it unheard of to find so many snowdrops in the middle of winter!

Daughter . She also said that there are no snowdrops in winter. Where did you get them?

Stepdaughter. In the forest. (Leans over and looks under the bench.)

Old woman . Tell me, really, what are you rummaging about?

Stepdaughter. Didn't you find anything here?

Old woman . What should we find if we haven’t lost anything?

Daughter. Apparently you've lost something. What are you afraid to say?

Stepdaughter . You know? Did you see it?

Daughter. How should I know? You didn't tell me or show me anything.

Old woman . Just tell me what you lost, and maybe we can help you find it!

Stepdaughter (with difficulty). My ring is missing.

Old women A. Ring? Yes, you never had one.

Stepdaughter . I found him in the forest yesterday.

Old woman . Look, what a lucky girl you are! I found snowdrops and a ring. That’s what I’m saying, a master of searching. Well, look for it. It's time for us to go to the palace. Wrap yourself up warmly, daughter. It's frosty.

They dress and preen themselves.

Stepdaughter . Why do you need my ring? Give it to me.

Old woman . Have you lost your mind? Where can we get it from?

Daughter . We never even saw him.

Stepdaughter . Sister, honey, you have my ring! I know. Well, don't laugh at me, give it to me. You are going to the palace. They will give you a whole basket of gold - whatever you want, you can buy it for yourself, but all I had was this ring.

Old woman. Why are you attached to her? Apparently, this ring was not found, but given. Memory is dear.

Daughter Tell me, who gave it to you?

Stepdaughter. Nobody gave it. Found it.

Old woman. Well, what is easily found is not a pity to lose. It's not earned. Take the basket, daughter. They must have been waiting for us at the palace!

The old woman and daughter leave.

Stepdaughter. (Sits in front of the stove, looks into the fire.)It was as if nothing had happened. It was as if I had dreamed everything. No flowers, no ring... Only brushwood was left with me from everything I brought from the forest!(Throws an armful of brushwood into the fire.)

Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!

The flame flares brightly and crackles in the stove.

Burns bright, fun! It’s as if I’m in the forest again, by the fire, among the brothers-months... Farewell, my New Year’s happiness! Farewell, brothers-months! Goodbye April!

ACT FIVE

Hall royal palace. In the middle of the hall is a magnificently decorated Christmas tree.

In front of the door leading to the inner royal chambers, there is a crowd of people waiting

The queen has many dressed up guests. Musicians play carcasses. The courtiers come out of the doors, then the Queen, accompanied by the Chancellor and the tall, thin Chamberlain. Behind the Queen are pages carrying her long train. The Professor modestly minces behind the train.

Queen . No, I'm not joking at all. Z tomorrow will be the thirty-third of December, the day after tomorrow - thirtyfourth of December. Well, what next?(To the Professor.) You speak!

Professor (confused) . The thirty-fifth of December... The thirty-sixth of December... The thirty-seventh of December... But this is impossible, Your Majesty!

Queen . Are you again?

Professor. Yes, Your Majesty, again and again! You can cut off my head, you can put me in prison, but there is no such thing as December thirty-seventh! There are thirty-one days in December! Exactly thirty-one. This is proven by science! And seven eight, Your Majesty, fifty-six, and eight eight, Your Majesty, sixty-four! This is also proven by science, and science is more valuable to me than my own head!

Queen. Well, well, dear professor, calm down. I forgive you. I heard somewhere that kings sometimes like to be told the truth. Still, December will not end until they bring me a basket full of snowdrops!

Professor. As you wish, Your Majesty, but they will not be brought to you!

Queen. Let's see!

General confusion.

At this time the door opens. An officer of the royal guard enters.

Crown Prosecutor. Your Majesty, by royal decree, snowdrops have arrived at the palace!

The Old Woman and the Daughter enter with a basket in their hands.

Queen . (Rising up.) Here, here! (Runs up to the basket and rips the tablecloth off it.)So these are snowdrops?

Old woman. And what kind, Your Majesty! Fresh, forest, just out of the snowdrifts! They tore it themselves!

Queen (pulling out handfuls of snowdrops). These are the real ones

flowers. (Pins a bouquet to his chest.) Let everyone be threaded into buttonholes today and pinned

snowdrops for the dress. Well, did everyone pin up the flowers? All? Very good. This means that now the New Year has come in my kingdom. December is over. You can congratulate me!

All. Happy New Year, Your Majesty! With new happiness!

Queen. Happy New Year! Happy New Year! Light up the Christmas tree! I want to dance!

Old woman. Your Majesty, allow us to congratulate you on the New Year!

Queen. Oh, are you still here?

Old woman. Here for now. So we stand with our empty basket.

Queen. Oh yes. Chancellor, order gold to be poured into their basket. (To the Old Woman and Daughter). Tell us where you found the flowers.

The old woman and daughter are silent.

Why are you silent?

Old woman (to daughter). You speak.

Daughter. Speak for yourself.

Old woman (stepping forward, clears his throat and bows).Telling the story, Your Majesty, is not difficult. It was more difficult to find snowdrops in the forest. When my daughter and I heard the royal decree, we both thought: we won’t live, we’ll freeze, but we’ll carry out Her Majesty’s will. We took a broom and a spatula each and went into the forest. We clear the path in front of us with brooms and rake out the snowdrifts with shovels. But it’s dark in the forest, and it’s cold in the forest... We walk, we walk, we can’t see the edge of the forest. I look at my daughter, and she is completely frozen, her arms and legs are shaking. Oh, I think we're both lost...

Old woman. What happened next, Your Majesty, was even worse. The snowdrifts are getting higher, the frost is getting stronger, the forest is getting darker. We don’t remember how we got there. To put it bluntly, we crawled on our knees... We crawled and crawled, and finally got to this very place. And it’s such a wonderful place that it’s impossible to describe it. The snowdrifts are high, higher than the trees, and in the middle there is a lake, round as a saucer. The water in it does not freeze, white ducks swim in the water, and flowers are visible and invisible along the banks.

Queen. And all the snowdrops?

Old woman . All sorts of flowers, Your Majesty. I've never seen anything like this.

The Chancellor brings in a basket of gold and places it next to the Old Woman and Daughter.

(Looking at the gold.)It’s as if the whole earth is covered with a colorful carpet.

Queen (clapping your hands).That's wonderful! Now go into the forest!

Old woman. Your Majesty, have mercy!

Queen. What's happened? Don't you want to go?

Old woman (complainingly). But the road there is very long, Your Majesty!

Queen. How far away, if only yesterday I signed the decree, and today you brought me flowers!

Old woman. That's right, Your Majesty, but we were very cold on the way.

Queen. Are you frozen? Nothing. I will order you to be given warm fur coats.(Signs to the servant.)Bring two fur coats, quickly.

Old woman (to daughter, quietly). What should we do?

Daughter (quietly). We'll send her.

Old woman (quietly). Will she find it?

Daughter (quietly). She will find it!

Queen. What are you whispering about there?

Old woman. Before we die, we say goodbye, Your Majesty... You have given us such a task that you don’t know whether you will return or disappear. Well, nothing can be done. I need to serve you. So tell us to give you a fur coat. We'll go ourselves. (He takes a basket of gold.)

Queen. They'll give you the fur coats now, but leave the gold for now. When you return, you will receive two baskets at once!

The old woman puts the basket on the floor. The Chancellor puts her away.

The servants give fur coats to the Daughter and the Old Woman. They are getting dressed. They look at each other.

Old woman. Thank you, Your Majesty, for the fur coats. In these, the frost is not terrible. Although they are not on a gray fox, they are warm.

They bow and hurriedly go to the door.

Queen. Stop! (Claps his hands.)Give me my fur coat too! EveryoneBring on the fur coats! Yes, order the horses to be pawned.

Chancellor. Where do you want to go, Your Majesty?

Queen (almost jumping). We are going into the forest, to this very round lake. Place these two women in the front sleigh. They will show us the way.

Everyone is getting ready to go, heading to the door.

Queen . Well, is everything ready? Let's go!(Goes to the door.)

Old woman . Your Majesty!

Queen. I don't want to listen to you anymore! Not a word until the lake. You will show the way with signs!

Old woman . Which road? Your Majesty! After all, there is no such lake!

Queen . How is it not?

Old woman . No and no!.. even with us it was covered in ice.

Daughter. And it was covered with snow!

Queen (sitting down on the throne and wrapping himself in a fur coat). So. If If you don't tell me where you got the snowdrops, your heads will be cut off tomorrow. Not today, Now . Well, answer. Only the truth. A it will be bad.

The Old Woman and Daughter fall to their knees.

Old woman (crying). We ourselves don’t know, Your Majesty!..

Daughter. We don't know anything!..

Queen. How is this so? Have you picked a whole basket of snowdrops and don’t know where?

Old woman. We didn't tear it up!

Queen. Oh, how's that? Didn't you tear it up? Then who?

Old woman. My stepdaughter, Your Majesty! It was she, the scoundrel, who went into the forest for me. She also brought snowdrops.

Queen . She goes to the forest, and you go to the palace? Why didn't you take her with you?

Old woman. She stayed at home, Your Majesty. Someone needs to look after the house too.

Queen. So you would look after the house, and they would send the scoundrel here.

Old woman. How can you send her to the palace? She is afraid of our people, like a forest animal.

Queen. Well, can your little animal show you the way to the forest, to the snowdrops?

Old woman. Yes, that's right, it can. If you found the way once, you will find it another time. Only if he wants...

Queen. How dare she not want to if I order?

Old woman . She is stubborn among us, Your Majesty.

Queen . Well, I'm stubborn too! Let's see who can outdo who!

Daughter. And if she doesn’t listen to you, Your Majesty, order her head to be cut off! That's all!

Queen. I myself know whose head to cut off.(Rises from the throne.) Well, listen. We are all going to the forest to collect snowdrops.(To the old woman and her daughter.)And they will give you the fastest horses, and you and this little animal of yours will catch up with us.

Old Woman and Daughter (bowing). We listen, Your Majesty!(They want to go.)

Queen. Wait!..Put two soldiers with guns on them... No, four - so that these liars don’t try to sneak away from us.

Old woman. Oh, fathers!..

ACT SIX

Forest. A round lake covered with ice. There is a dark hole in the middle of it.

High snowdrifts.

Crown Prosecutor. I fear that these criminals have deceived the guards and

disappeared.

Queen . You are responsible for them with your head! If they're not here in a minute...

The ringing of bells. Horses neighing. The Old Woman, Daughter and Stepdaughter come out from behind the bushes.

Crown Prosecutor. Here they are, Your Majesty!

Queen . Finally!

Old woman (looking around, to himself).Look, lake! After all, you lie, you lie, and inadvertently you lie the truth!(To the Queen.) Your Majesty, I brought you my stepdaughter. Don't be angry.

Queen . Bring her here. Oh, that's what you are! I thought you were some kind of furry, club-footed person, but it turns out you are beautiful. Bring this girl warm clothes

made of fur and down, or, humanly speaking, a fur coat!.. Well, put it on her!

Stepdaughter. Thank you.

Queen. Wait to thank! I'll give you another basket of gold,

Twelve velvet dresses, shoes with silver heels, and a bracelet

on each hand and a diamond ring on each finger! Want?

Stepdaughter. Thank you. But I don’t need any of this.

Queen. Nothing at all?

Stepdaughter . No, I need one ring. Not ten of yours, but one of mine!

Queen. Is one better than ten?

Stepdaughter. For me it's better than a hundred.

Old woman. Don't listen to her, Your Majesty!

Daughter. She doesn't know what she's saying!

Stepdaughter. No, I know. I had a ring, but you took it and don’t want to give it back.

Daughter. Did you see how we took it?

Stepdaughter. I haven’t seen it, but I know that you have it.

Queen (to the Old Woman and Daughter). Come on, give me this ring here!

Old woman. Your Majesty, take my word for it, we don’t have it!

Daughter. And it never happened, Your Majesty.

Queen. And now it will be. Give me a ring, or else...

Crown Prosecutor. Hurry up, witches! The Queen is angry.

The daughter, looking at the Queen, takes a ring out of her pocket.

Stepdaughter . My! There is no other like it in the world.

Old woman . Oh, daughter, why did you hide someone else’s ring?

Daughter . You said it yourself - put it in your pocket if it doesn’t fit on your finger!

Everyone laughs.

Queen . Beautiful ring. Where did you get it from?

Stepdaughter. They gave it to me.

Crown Prosecutor. Who gave it?

Stepdaughter. I will not say.

Queen. Eh, you really are stubborn! Well, guess what? So be it, take your ring!

Stepdaughter . Is it true? Well, thank you!

Queen . Take it and remember: I’m giving it to you for showing me the place where you picked snowdrops yesterday. Hurry up!

Stepdaughter. Then don't!..

Queen. What? Don't you need a ring? Well, then you'll never see him again! I'll throw him into the water, into the hole! It's a pity? I might feel sorry for it myself, but there’s nothing to be done about it. Tell me quickly where the snowdrops are. One two Three!

Stepdaughter (crying). My ring!

Queen. Do you think I really quit? No, it's still here, in the palm of my hand. Say just one word and you will have it. Well? How long will you remain stubborn? Take off her fur coat!

Daughter. Let him freeze!

Old woman. Serves her right!

The Stepdaughter's fur coat is taken off. The Queen paces back and forth in anger.

Queen. Say goodbye to your ring and to your life at the same time. Grab her!..(Throws the ring into the water with a flourish.)

Stepdaughter (rushing forward)You roll, roll, little ring

On the spring porch,

In the summer canopy,

In the autumn teremok

Yes on the winter carpet

To the New Year's bonfire!

Queen. What, what is she saying?

A tall Old Man in a white fur coat comes onto the stage. It's January.

He notices the uninvited guests and approaches them.

Old man. Why did you come here?

Queen (plaintively). For snowdrops...

Old man. Now is not the time for snowdrops.

Professor (trembling). Absolutely correct!

Queen. I myself see that it’s not time. Teach us how to get out of here!

Old man. Once you arrive, get out.

Queen . Help us please! Get us out of here. I will reward you

like a king. If you want gold, silver, I won’t regret anything!

Old man. But I don’t need anything, I have everything. There's so much silver - you've never seen so much! Not you, but I can give you a gift. Say who needs what in the New Year, who has what wish.

Queen. I want one thing - to the palace. But there’s nothing to ride on!

Old man . There will be something to ride on. (To the Professor.) Well, what do you want?

Professor . I would like everything to be in its place and in its time again: winter is winter, summer is summer, and we are at home.

Old man. It will come true!

Daughter . And we both have a fur coat!

Old woman . Just wait! What's the hurry?

Daughter . What are you waiting for! Any fur coat, even dog fur, but just now, quickly!

Old man (pulls out two dog fur coats from his bosom). Hold it!

Old woman . Excuse me, your honor, we don’t need these fur coats. That's not what she wanted to say!

Old man . What is said is said. Wear fur coats. Wearing them means not tearing them down!

Old woman (holding a fur coat in his hands).You're a fool, you're a fool! If you ask for a fur coat, then at least a sable one!

Daughter. You yourself are a fool! We should have spoken on time.

Old woman. Not only did she get herself a dog fur coat, but she also forced it on me!

Daughter. And if you don’t like it, give me yours too, it will be warmer. And freeze here under the bush, don’t mind!

Old woman. So I gave it away, keep your pocket wider!

Both quickly get dressed, quarreling.

Hurry up! I begged for a dog fur coat!

Daughter. Doggy suits you just right! You bark like a dog!

Old woman. You yourself are a dog!

The old woman wears a smooth black one with gray hair, the Daughter wears a shaggy red one.

Queen. Oh, dogs, hold them! They will redeem us!

Professor. In fact, dogs are great for riding. Eskimos make long journeys on them...

Queen. These dogs are worth a dozen. Harness it quickly!

Everyone sits down.

Old man. So much for New Year's skating.

ACT SEVEN

Clearing in the forest. People sit around the fire all months. Among them is the Stepdaughter.

Months take turns adding brushwood to the fire.

Cook spring resins.

Let from our cauldron

Resin will go down the trunks,

So that the whole earth in spring

It smelled like fir and pine!

AllmonthsBurn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!

January (Stepdaughter). Well, dear guest, throw some brushwood on the fire. It will burn even hotter.

Stepdaughter(throws an armful of dry branches)Burn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!

January. What, I suppose you're hot? Look how your cheeks are heating up!

February. Is it any wonder, straight from the cold and to such fire! Here both frost and fire are burning - one is hotter than the other, not everyone can endure it.

Stepdaughter. It’s okay, I love it when the fire burns hot!

January. We know this. That’s why they let you near our fire.

Stepdaughter. Thank you. You saved me from death twice. And I’m ashamed to look you in the eyes... I lost your gift.

April. Lost it? Come on, guess what's in my hand!

Stepdaughter. Ring!

April. You guessed it! Take your ring. It's good that you didn't feel sorry for him today. Otherwise you would never see the ring or us again. Wear it, and you will always be warm and light: in cold weather, in blizzards, and in autumn fog. Although they say that April is a deceptive month, the April sun will never deceive you!

Stepdaughter. So my lucky ring has returned to me! It was dear to me, and now it will be even more dear. I’m just scared to return home with him, lest they take him away again...

January. No, they won't take it away anymore. There is no one to take it away! You will go to your home and be a complete mistress. Now it’s not you who are with us, but we who will be your guest.

May. We'll take turns eating with everyone. Everyone will come with their own gift.

September. We, the months, are a rich people. Just know how to accept gifts from us.

October. You will have such apples, flowers and berries in your garden as have never been seen in the world.

Stepdaughter. Goodbye, month of April!

April. Goodbye, honey! Wait for me to visit!

The stepdaughter leaves.

January(looking around).What, grandfather forest? Did we frighten you today, stir up your snow, wake up your beasts?.. Well, that’s enough, that’s enough, go to sleep, we won’t disturb you anymore!..

There will be ashes and ash.

Scatter, blue smoke,

Through the gray bushes,

Envelop the forest to the heights,

Rise to the skies!

The stars go out in succession.

From the open gates

The red sun is coming.

The sun leads by the hand

New day and New Year!

AllmonthsBurn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!

Rides up to heaven

The sun is golden

Cast gold.

Doesn't knock, doesn't rattle,

He doesn't speak with his hoof!

AllmonthsBurn, burn clearly

So that it doesn't go out!