Write a fairy tale about a winter forest. Short stories about winter

Winter has come - a magical time of year. All the paths were covered with a white fluffy carpet. It sparkles in the sun and is pleasing to the eye.

The winter forest is quiet and incredibly beautiful. The birds don't sing anymore. Bears and hedgehogs fell asleep before winter began.

Mini-essay about winter No. 2: “Winter has come”

Real winter has come. It's freezing. The entire surrounding area is covered with a snow carpet. The river and pond are tightly frozen. As if in a fairy tale, the trees shine with silver.

We took the sled and went for a walk in the yard. There, the neighborhood kids were making a snow woman. We all started playing snowballs together. The guys suggested sledding down a slippery snowy hill. We had a lot of fun!

Then our hands froze and we ran home. It's cold in winter!

In the evening a strong blizzard began. The trees swayed and crackled. It's scary to show your nose on the street. It's good that we're home. We are warm and not afraid of any frost!

Essay about winter No. 3: “It’s good in winter”

Winter has come. It is severely frosty and a cold wind is blowing. A snowstorm came and covered all the paths. The fields and hills were covered with a fluffy white carpet. Low trees and bushes were covered with snow.

And what fancy patterns the frost decorated the windows of the houses with! It’s not for nothing that they came up with a riddle about him: he has no arms, no legs, but he can draw.

The children missed going for walks. They can't wait for the snowstorm to end. They beg their parents to let them go for a walk in the yard.

But the snowstorm died down. Making their way through the high snowdrifts, the children joyfully run into the street. While playing snowballs, they throw lumps of snow at each other. They dodge the hits and fall. They're laughing! Cheeks glow like pouring apples, eyelashes and eyebrows in frost.

After lunch, the children took their skis and skates and ran to the pond. The water is frozen into a thick layer of ice, which means you can skate. Kids race on sleds along a smooth snow-covered hill. Teenagers skiing. Everyone has fun!

Good in winter! It's beautiful all around. Thank you, frost, for bringing snow.

Winter Story No. 4: “Winter Fun”

Winter came. The weather is frosty. It's cold outside. The trees stand covered with snow fringe.

But children always have fun, especially when there is a lot of snow. You can fall and roll in the snow without fear of getting dirty. You just need to dress warmly so as not to freeze.

I put on a ski tracksuit, a jacket, and put on boots. He pulled a fur hat over his head and tied a woolen scarf around his neck. I put on warm mittens. I took a new sled and ran up the hill to ride.

Many children from our yard gathered on the street. We ran up a smooth snow-covered hill, next to which there was a slippery skating rink. There we sledded and skated for a long time. The kids played snowballs.

Then everyone made a snowman together. The snow was loose, almost wet, so it wasn't difficult. The kids were very glad that they also participated in this activity.

As expected, we rolled three snowballs and placed them on top of each other. When the snowman was almost ready, I brought an old bucket from home to put on his head. A neighbor boy brought out a carrot and stuck it in place of his nose. The snowman's eyes became two coals, and his smiling mouth became a small flexible twig.

The snowman turned out wonderful! No worse than in cartoons or pictures. The guys and I took a photo next to it as a souvenir.

In the evening it started snowing again. We watched in fascination as fluffy snowflakes swirled in the air. How beautiful are these fragile creations of nature! It turns out that all snowflakes are different, not similar to each other. But this is noticeable only upon careful examination.

It was already dark when I returned home. A little tired, cold and hungry, but very happy.

The day was a great success. Good winter fun!

Essay about winter No. 5: “Description of winter”

Winter is an amazing time of year. Covered with a white blanket, nature, as if in a fairy tale, plunged into a long, deep sleep. The winter sorceress enchanted and bewitched the forest. All the trees stretch bare crystal branches to the blue sky. Only the spruces and pines are green, but the oak has not shed its summer attire. Its foliage only turned yellow and darkened. The lower branches of the oak tree spread out like a tent over the clearing. Snow packed into the deep wrinkles of the bark. The thick trunk seems to be stitched with silver threads. From a distance it seems that this is a brave hero in bronze chain mail, an all-powerful guardian of the forest. The other trees respectfully parted to allow its older brother to unfold in mighty power. The winter wind will blow, the huge and majestic oak tree will ring with bronze foliage, but will not bow even before a strong storm.

In winter, familiar landscapes are colored in new ways by snow. At dusk it is blue, under the silvery rays of the moon it glows with a mysterious brilliance and plays with multi-colored sparkles. At dawn the snow turns pink from the scarlet dawn. And even the usual forest colors look different next to the changeable snowy whiteness.

Winter can be different. You just have to take a closer look. It is both cold and thawing, blizzard and dripping, snowy and sunny. A winter day is sometimes quiet, frosty and sunny, sometimes gloomy and foggy, sometimes with a howling cold wind and snowstorm. And how beautiful a winter morning is, early, silent, with frost, sun and sparkling snow. And the evening is so long, thoughtful. Nature seems to be waiting for a fairy tale to appear.

Essay about winter No. 6: “Winter morning”

So, it has come - the long-awaited winter! It's good to run through the frost on the first winter morning! The streets, yesterday still gloomy like autumn, are completely covered with burning snow, and the sun shimmers in it with a blinding brilliance. A bizarre pattern of frost lay on shop windows and tightly closed house windows, frost covered the branches of poplars. If you look along the street, which stretches out like a smooth ribbon, or if you look close, you look around - everything is the same everywhere: snow, snow, snow...

Occasionally a rising breeze pricks your face and ears, but how beautiful everything is around! How tender and soft they swirl smoothly in the air! No matter how prickly the frost is, it is also pleasant. Isn’t that why we all love winter, because it, just like spring, fills our chests with an exciting feeling.

Everything is alive, everything is bright in the transformed nature, everything is full of invigorating freshness. It’s so easy to breathe and so good at heart that you involuntarily smile, and you want to say in a friendly way to this wonderful winter morning: “Hello, long-awaited, cheerful winter!”

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. The trees in the forest were covered with fluffy snow. White-trunked birches hid in the snowy silence of the forest. All the trees became fluffy with snow.

Suddenly the bright rays of the winter sun carefully touched the snow-covered ground. So what happened? From their cold touch, fluffy snowflakes suddenly began to sparkle on the snowy whiteness.

I like winter. This is a very beautiful time of year!

Kuznetsov Andrey, 9 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Outside the window, everything was covered with a white fluffy blanket. Somewhere in the forest, fluffy spruce trees fell asleep.

It snowed recently. The snowdrifts became huge. When the breeze blows, the shiny snowflakes will dance and rush off on a new journey. The sun is not visible behind the large snow-covered trees. You look out the window and feel sadness and melancholy. But don't despair. After all, the winter holidays are coming soon, joy, fun!

Winter is simply a wonderful time of year.

Sorokin Alexander, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter time has come. Birches hid in the silence of the winter forest. Old fir trees are chilly wrapped in winter attire. The old stump is dozing, putting on a new hat. Nothing disturbs the winter silence until the morning. Only a sharp blow of the breeze can disturb the sleep of the forest.

But then the dim rays of the winter sun timidly touched the fluffy snow. And suddenly, from their touch, cold snowflakes began to sparkle. A fat crow sat on a branch and disturbed the winter sleep. The tree shook its sleeve, and everything became quiet. How I love this time of year!

Munkueva Ekaterina, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter came. Winter has shrouded all the trees. The forest turned white, as if someone had taken a white fur coat and covered it beautiful forest. So that he can fall asleep. It seems that winter has thrown fluffy snowflakes onto the ground from above. They quietly fell and fell on trees, bushes, and the ground.

Shushlebin Grigory, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Winter has quietly crept up. The trees have put on white coats. The little stump put on a new hat.

Suddenly a light breeze blew and the trees swayed gently. Snowflakes in white danced in the sky elegant dresses. The squirrel sat on a tree branch and examined the beauty of the winter forest. The sun lightly touched the ground, covered with a white blanket.

In winter, the forest dresses up like for a carnival. How handsome winter forest!

Gufaizen Artyom, 10 years old

Winter's Tale.

Beautiful winter has arrived. The trees were wrapped in snow-white outfits. Pine and spruce trees stand like Snow Maidens. The earth was covered with a large white blanket. The old stump sits in a beautiful and elegant fur coat. Snowflakes fly like little sparks.

Suddenly a light breeze blew. The trees waved their tender sleeves. Looked tired from cold weather Sun. It let its bright and gentle rays through the cold gray snow. And after a moment, small icicles hang on the fir trees, like little bats upside down. Birds fly in the hope of finding at least a little food on the mighty cedar branches. I really like the fairy tale in the winter forest!

Alexandra Tormozova, 10 years old

How Vanya found the culprit and became friends with Grandfather Frost

stood snowy winter. Vanya went out into the yard for a walk. The day before, he and his friend Misha made a snowman. It turned out to be a nice snowman: button eyes, carrot nose. Vanya went up to his snowman and saw that he didn’t have a nose. Yesterday it was, but today it is not. The carrot is gone.

What happened? Where did the carrot go? – the boy whispered thoughtfully.

“The bunny stole it,” the Snowman answered sadly.

Can you really talk? – Vanya was amazed.

“Today I can,” the snowman winked. – Before the New Year, a fabulous time begins. Everyone around starts talking. I wouldn’t be so upset, but Santa Claus called me to the children for a holiday, but how can I go without a nose?

Why did the bunny take your carrot?

Don't know. He ran, jumped, grabbed the carrot and, without saying anything, galloped off into the forest.

It won't work that way.

“Let’s find the bunny and ask him why he did such a bad thing,” Vanya decided.

Our little friend and the Snowman wandered along the path. Soon we reached the forest. We knocked on the hare's hole. The bunny came out.

Bunny, why did you steal the snowman’s carrot? – Vanya asked him sternly.

I wouldn’t steal, but what would I feed the rabbits? I prepared a lot of berries for them for the winter and dried them. They were so tasty and sweet. And a bear came and took away all my supplies. “So I had to steal the carrot,” the bunny complained.

“Let’s go to the bear and ask why he’s acting up,” the boy answered.

The snowman, Vanya and the bunny went to the bear. The bear carried hay into the den. I saw the guests and put off work.

What do you want, why did you come? - the bear roared menacingly.

You, bear, don't scare us. Better answer: why did you take the berries from the bunny? – Vanya asked boldly.

How can I not pick it up? I will have cubs in the spring, what will I feed them? I prepared a lot of delicious grains, and a squirrel jumped up and took everything to its bins. So I had to steal the berries from the hare.

Now we have to go to the squirrel. “We need to find out why she acted so badly,” Vanyusha sighed.

Let's all go to the squirrel together. They see a hollow, and a squirrel’s tail peeks out of it.

Squirrel, squirrel, come down from the tree. “I have a question,” Vanya asked.

The squirrel descended lower:

What question?

Why did you take all the grains from the bear? What should he feed the cubs in the spring now? - asked the boy.

What will I feed my squirrels? I collected some sweet nuts, put them on a stump and ran off to prepare my pantry. And someone took my nuts. I returned to the stump, and it was empty. Do you think it was pleasant for me to take grains from the bear? What can you do! I would like to find out who stole my nuts... - the squirrel answered with regret.

Vanya remembered how he once came to the forest, and there was a whole mountain of nuts lying on a stump. The boy thought they were a draw and took them home. Oh, how ashamed Vanya felt! He lowered his head and admitted:

It's all my fault. I took your nuts, I thought they were no one's.

“You didn’t put it there, it’s not for you to take it away,” the squirrel said sternly.

What to do now? I ate the nuts a long time ago. There’s no way I can return them,” the boy was ready to cry.

All Vanya’s new acquaintances hung their heads.

Maybe you could use dried mushrooms instead of nuts? “My grandmother has stored a lot of them,” Vanya turned to the squirrel with hope.

I'll be happy to take it! - the squirrel was happy. -My kids love mushrooms even more!

Vanyusha ran home and told his mother the whole story. Mom gave Vanya a whole bag of dried mushrooms. Vanya quickly brought them to the squirrel. The squirrel returned the grains to the bear. The bear gave the bunny some berries, and the bunny gave the snowman a carrot. Everything fell into place. But Vanya was still worried that the animals might quarrel because of him.

Forgive me, I didn’t want to offend you,” the boy addressed all his new acquaintances.

Don’t worry, Vanyusha,” he suddenly heard loud voice, and Santa Claus himself came out into the clearing. “You did the right thing in deciding to figure everything out.” This is how it should be: if you make a mistake, be able to find the strength within yourself to correct your mistake. I teach this to my granddaughter, Snegurochka. I don’t want you all to lose your mood before the holiday, let’s go to my magical tower. We'll drink tea and sweets and make peace.

All day long Santa Claus treated his guests. Everyone had a great time together and became strong friends.

When Vanya went out into the yard the next day, the snowman was no longer there.

Van, do you know where our snowman went? – Misha asked Vanya sadly.

He's at a children's party. Our snowman was so beautiful that Santa Claus invited the kids with him to congratulate him on the New Year and bring them joy and gifts. So he left,” Vanya explained.

Great! Will he return to us?

At school I was asked to write a fairy tale about winter. The main thing is small. This task is quite difficult. First, compose a short story not easy. We all know that brevity is the sister of talent. And secondly, I love summer, with its ringing heat and universal freedom. And in winter you can’t run away, it gets dark early; gloom and cold lock us indoors. But, once asked, we have to do it.

Let's start writing a fairy tale about winter together. So where do we start? Let's start from the beginning.

“How a girl and her grandfather met Winter”
Author of the tale: Iris Review

Once upon a time there was Winter. In a nice hut, with an icy floor, a frosty patterned ceiling, and painted windows. This hut stood in a dense forest. Somehow it turned out that in the summer no one saw either the hut or Winter. And in frosty times, everything seemed to be in place. Both the house and its owner.

And then one day, when Mistress Winter was making an airy cake out of white snowballs, she saw a girl on the threshold of her house. The girl came to the forest with her grandfather; they chose the most beautiful tree for the New Year. But grandfather got lost somewhere and the girl got scared.

And outside the window it was slowly getting dark. The girl was sad, but the mistress Winter started a game with her. It was necessary to name as many winter words as possible. Whoever knows the most words wins. “Blizzard, hoarfrost, hoarfrost, snow, blizzard, blizzard, snowflakes...” - the players named a lot of words. Soon the girl herself did not notice how she fell asleep. And the next morning, Mistress Winter brought grandfather into the house. It turns out that he met twelve brothers in the forest for months, and chatted with them.

It was such a joy when grandfather and granddaughter met. Mistress Winter gave them her snow sleigh, and they went home.

Thank you, mistress Winter, for your kind disposition and warm heart!

Questions for the fairy tale “How a girl and her granddaughter met Winter”

Where did Winter live?

What did Winter make the airy cake from?

Who suddenly turned up on the threshold of Winter's house?

What game did Mistress Winter suggest?

What winter words do you know?

Who contributed to the meeting between the granddaughter and grandfather?

What is this fairy tale about? This tale is about winter. But not only. This tale is about kindness. That sometimes people need help. About caring, about the ability to support in difficult times.

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A tale about the beginning of winter
In the evening the child stood at the window for a long time. Snow was falling in large flakes outside. It circled silently in the yellow light of the lanterns and covered everything around with a thick layer: roads, houses, trees. These were millions of little snowbirds carefully descending from the sky. They kept quiet and held their hands tightly: after all, an unknown land lay ahead of them, and it was still unknown how things would turn out there. They lay quietly that night, huddled closely together: they were a little scared.
Early in the morning the silence ended: snowplows roared and street cleaners came out with huge brooms. They energetically cleared roads and paths. Trucks and dump trucks were hauling snow out of the city. The little snowmen did not resist, they only sighed sadly: “They don’t greet us very hospitably here. It seems that we are disturbing everyone...”
But the funny sun came out, gently stroked the snowflakes with its rays, and they sparkled, smiled, and whispered quietly, almost inaudibly. Maybe it's not so bad after all?
Then they fell silent again and became wary: children came into the yard. Are these really going to drive them away? But no, they were afraid in vain: the children rejoiced with all their might: “Snow! Snow! Snow!” They ran and rolled in the snowdrifts, they threw the snow up and the snow babies again spun in the air. From such treatment they began to shine and ring again: they liked the children.
Meanwhile, two children, already pretty covered in snow, ran up to the entrance, raised their heads and began shouting: “Ma-ma! Ma-ma!” The little snowmen listened inquisitively: “Who are they calling so loudly?” On the fifth floor, a window knocked and someone's face appeared. The snow cubs, clinging to the window sill, got a good look at him - an ordinary round face, nothing special.
- Mother! Bring out the sled for us!
The face smiled broadly, nodded and disappeared.
“Mom?” the little snowmen thought anxiously. “Sleigh?”
Soon a round woman with that same ordinary face came out of the entrance door. She was wearing a jacket thrown over a colored robe. She brought out the sled and dry mittens, although the children did not shout anything to her about mittens. The kids, squealing cheerfully, grabbed the sleds and started giving each other rides. The little snowmen deftly creaked under the runners: “San-ki, san-ki” - and it was a lot of fun.
At the other end of the yard, two kids stood near a snowdrift. One was picking at the snow with a shovel, the other looked at him with envy and said: “And my dad will make me an even better shovel!” The kid with the shovel sprinkled snow on himself and his friend, and the snow babies diligently rustled: “Dad, shovel.”
... The winter day is short. The sun has set. The kids have long gone home. The snow carpet turned gray, blue, and became completely dark. But the lanterns and windows of the houses lit up, sparks ran across the snow, and the snow babies rustled. “Ma-ma, sled. Pa-pa, shovel,” they repeated. They understood everything about the sled and the shovel, but here it is: “Mom? Dad?” And for some reason the snow kids became increasingly sadder.
By the next morning they were completely upset, and then the sun hid behind the gray clouds - there was no one to caress the babies. They began to cry subtly: “Mom! Dad! A-a-a!” They cried and cried and soon became wet and heavy.
The children went out for a walk again. They look and the snow is wet! It molds well! They immediately began rolling snow globes. The little snowmen even forgot to cry: what is this all about? And the children shout as if in response: “We’re making a snow woman!”
"What, what? What kind of snow woman?" - the little snowmen became worried. And someone guessed: “They probably made a mistake! Well, of course, they’re making a snow MOTHER! Hurray!”
One snowball piled on top of another and soon a tall white figure with a round face and a wide smile grew. “So here she is, our mother!” - the little snowmen rejoiced. And a second snow figure appeared nearby; they gave her a shovel to hold. "Oh, here comes the snow daddy with a shovel!" - the little snowmen froze with happiness. They shone and rang like millions of thin crystals, and the children danced and sang along with them.
Then the guys started making snowballs, throwing them, laughing and squealing. “It turned out not bad here on earth,” the snow cubs thought to themselves as they swiftly flew through the air. “You can still call our people!” And they cheerfully winked at snow daddy, and sent air kisses to snow mom.