New Year's carnival. Poems about the New Year and winter from Tatyana Petukhova

Stories by Tatyana Petukhova for children

From the series “Stories about Animals” by Tatyana Petukhova
September evening. The dacha is warm and cozy. Parents, chatting merrily, prepare dinner. The family's favorite puppy, Michelle, never leaves their side. Red-haired, round as a bun, he is patiently waiting for his favorite bone. Ksyusha, wearing headphones, is briskly tapping on the keyboard, answering his friends via contact, and Dima decided to take a walk.

- Mom, I’ll go and get some fresh air.

“But it’s already dark and we’ll have dinner now.”

- I quickly. I'll take a flashlight with me. Michelle, take a walk.

The yellow beam of a flashlight glides through the bushes; in the darkness they seem like mysterious creatures. Black branches, like someone’s bony hands, stretch and move in the wind. Bravely passing them, Dima moves on. The trampoline, wet from the rain, looks sad now, but just recently it was the most favorite place with Ksyusha and her friends. They could jump on it for a long time, and then sit and talk, talk about everything. I also greeted my beloved pond silently.

Suddenly Michel jumped up and rushed to the gazebo barking menacingly. Dima runs after him. I illuminated the gazebo with a flashlight and noticed that there was someone under the old newspapers. Michelle barks aggressively, but is afraid to approach.

Dima carefully threw back the newspaper, gasped and rushed into the house.

- Ksyusha, Ksyusha! Georges is back! Returned.

The whole family hurried to the gazebo, and there, snorting, ran a gray bun - a plump hedgehog.

-George, dear George, well, finally, you’re back! He's back!

... At the beginning of summer, at the dacha, under the Christmas tree, a hedgehog was noticed, Michelle, a red-haired fluffy puppy, was furiously attacking him.

Dima and Ksyusha ran to save the hedgehog. Having driven Michel away, they

carefully, wearing gloves so as not to prick himself, they put the gray lump in the hat. In the gazebo they put him in a large box with grass.

- Ksyusha, look how funny and plump he is.

- Yeah! He's probably shaking with fear, don't be afraid, little one.

The hedgehog suddenly snorted funny.

“Oh, he’s sneezing, or maybe he’s cramped in the box, let’s let him out and let him run,” Dima suggested.

- What if he runs away? - Ksyusha doubted, - then we need to block the gazebo.

They dragged a large board, blocked the entrance to the gazebo and began to examine the forest guest. The hedgehog's back was covered in hard gray needles, its muzzle was small, with an elongated nose, its eyes, black as buttons, carefully examined the unfamiliar place.

After running a few steps, the hedgehog froze and suddenly snorted loudly again, in response Michel immediately growled menacingly.

- Well, don’t be jealous, don’t be jealous! - Dima affectionately patted the puppy, - you and I will play football later. Michel, wagging his tail, looked at him devotedly.

“Mishenka, Mishenka has eyes like cherries,” Ksyusha sang affectionately.

-Dim, I think our hedgehog is very hungry.

And within a few minutes there were saucers and plates in front of the hedgehog, and on them were apples, pears and even pieces of chicken, but for some reason the hedgehog sniffed everything indifferently and settled down to sleep under old newspapers.

All day long the guys ran to the gazebo to look at the hedgehog and were surprised:

- Dad, why does he sleep for so long?

— Because hedgehogs sleep during the day and go out hunting at night.

- And he needs needles for protection, right, mom?

- Certainly. The hedgehog will curl up into a prickly ball, bristle its sharp needles, and no one will be afraid.

— Over the course of a year, a hedgehog only changes one of its three needles. His paws are short with small sharp claws, they also serve as protection for him, dad added.

- ABOUT! - Mom was surprised - and where does such knowledge come from? Internet resources?

Dad winked mischievously and cheerfully sang the promotional song: Dad can, Dad can...

“Well, then, perhaps, I should also look into this well of knowledge this evening.” - Mom smiled.

The summer day is long, it smoothly turns into a warm evening.

Dima enthusiastically assembles Legos, and Ksyusha draws, singing,

— Young trees, hard needles

proudly wears a gray hedgehog

- Georges! — Dima happily picked up

- Georges?! – asked Ksyusha. Dimka, what a great guy you are. Well, of course, Georges!

“Listen, let’s persuade the parents to allow us to spend the night at the gazebo.”

— Near Georges? In a tent? - Dima whispered admiringly.

Ksyusha ran to the kitchen, Dima followed.

“Mommy, we can cut salads for dinner,” she suggested.

“And we can wash the dishes,” Dima added, clinging to his mother.

- Oh, tomboys, do you want to ask for something? - she laughed.

“You see,” Ksyusha hesitated.

Mom was silent, then they turned to dad and began to beg him:

- Well, please, please... We are not little anymore.

Dad looked at them carefully:

- And what? The nights in our area are already white and warm now,” he supported them, “if mom doesn’t object.

-Okay, I agree, but to sleep in sleeping bags.

- Hurray! — the guys shouted joyfully and ran to set up the tent. Michel raced ahead of them.

The night passed quickly. The guys were fast asleep. Michel's loud barking woke them up. Jumping out of the tent, they ran to the gazebo, and there the old newspapers were torn to shreds. All the food was scattered, and the hedgehog, curled up in a ball, hid in the corner.

“He didn’t like it with us,” Dima frowned.

- Maybe we should have broken some spruce branches? — Ksyusha said thoughtfully, upset.

The parents came up and looked at each other knowingly.

“Yes,” said dad, “how can one not remember: it’s good to be away, but it’s better to be at home.”

“He missed his little Georges,” said the mother with conviction.

- Does he have little hedgehogs? - Dima became interested - mommy, tell me.

- Listen. In the spring, hedgehogs appear in a hedgehog's hole; they are born with their eyes and ears closed, their spines are soft and not sharp at all, and the hedgehog mother feeds them with her milk.

When the babies grow up, their eyes and ears open, and the needles darken and become hard, the hedgehogs come out of the hole. The hedgehog and the hedgehog teach them to catch various insects and they love to treat themselves to strawberries.

“Very informative,” said dad and looked at mom respectfully. “So that’s why you went to bed so late.” Did you draw knowledge from a well?

Mom smiled and continued:

-And now that Georges has disappeared so unexpectedly, they are very worried and are waiting for him.

“I think Georges should be released,” dad said seriously, “but make the decision yourself.”

- By yourself? - Dima asked in surprise.

- What if he gets lost? — Ksyusha became worried.

“He won’t get lost, the hedgehog can’t see well, but he has an excellent sense of smell and will definitely find his way home.”

“Well, urgent matters await us, but you stay,” said my mother, “Michelle, catch up, you’ll get a bone.”

“I don’t want to let him go, I’m sure we’ll become friends,” Ksyusha sobbed.

- Do you miss it when dad leaves? - My brother asked sternly.

- Certainly. “She nodded and suddenly began to resolutely move the board away. Dima rushed to help her, freeing the exit from the gazebo.

In the distance, they watched as the hedgehog carefully emerged from the gazebo. He stood there for a while, and then quickly, quickly trotted off with his short legs. They only saw him.

“Goodbye, Zhorzhichek,” Ksyusha whispered affectionately.

“Come back, Georges,” Dima waved after him, “bye...bye, we’ll wait.”

Mom came up and hugged them.

-Don’t be sad, I’m proud of you and dad too.

...And only in the fall did Georges return. He's back! The hedgehog was photographed many times and admired.

“How he has matured,” Ksyusha admired.

“After all, they’ve been waiting for you all summer, and now they’re here,” Dima laughed cheerfully.

“And perhaps this is not our Georges,” dad carefully expressed his doubts.

- Why not ours?! Of course, ours! — The guys objected heatedly.

“Look, Georges brought us a gift,” my mother said, smiling affectionately, “and picked up an elegant maple leaf.”

“Yes, the wind brought the leaf here,” dad began to reason, but seeing mom’s stern, expressive look, he added embarrassedly, “I think Georges came running to say goodbye to us, before his winter sleep.”

“But there’s still a long time until winter,” Dima objected.

“Indian summer is short, it will flash by and you will notice it,” my mother sighed, “so Georges needs to take care of it early so that winter does not take him by surprise.”

- And How? - Ksyusha asked.

— Usually, a hedgehog makes a hole for itself near an old stump and covers it with dry fallen leaves. He prepares the bedding in his own way. It rolls head over heels on the grass and pinches leaves on its needles.

- Oh, wow, how interesting. What does he eat in winter? - Dima asked.

“But the hedgehog doesn’t store supplies for the winter,” dad answered. - When the cold comes, he will climb into his warm, cozy house and sleep soundly until spring.

“Let’s go to dinner, and there’s no need to bother Georges anymore.”

...On a foggy, dewy morning, the guys no longer saw their forest guest in the gazebo. He ran away, leaving a bright maple leaf, which in the winter will remind them of their meetings with the plump hedgehog - Georges.

Source

Tatyana Leonidovna Petukhova is a native Vologda resident, born on February 3, 1942. Education - secondary technical, worked as a curator in the Vologda region at the CSTI (center for scientific and technical information and propaganda). For 15 years she headed the bureau of rationalization, patent research and technical information at the Vologda Machine Tool Plant. She began writing poetry during her school years. Tatyana Petukhova studied working on words at the literary association “Youth” under the editorship of “Vologda Komsomolets”, as well as at the association “Rhyme” under the famous poet Yuri Makarovich Lednev (from 1972 to 1976). Creative meetings with Vologda writers S. Vikulov, A. Romanov, V. Korotaev and others served as an incentive for further creativity. The path to children's literature was not easy: almost 20 years of search, work, collaboration with regional periodicals, with the editors of the magazines “Murzilka”, “Education of Preschool Children”, “Neva”, etc. The Vologda Society of Book Lovers (chairman N.I. Zabrodina) contributed a lot of efforts were made to ensure that Tatyana Petukhova’s children’s poems became known outside of Vologda. The first book “Sun” (Petukhova T.L. Sun: Poems: for preschool age / T.L. Petukhova. - Arkhangelsk: North-West book publishing house, 1982. - 17 p.: ill. - Circulation 10,000 copies) was published in 1982. It received positive reviews from Vologda poets Sergei Vikulov and Sergei Chukhin. The poet S. Vikulov said about the book “Sun” that “indeed, just as much light and warmth emanates from it as from the sun.” The second book entitled “Shaggy Gift” (Petukhova T.L. Good word: Poems for children of primary school age / T.L. Petukhova. - Yaroslavl: Verkh.-Volzh. book publishing house, 1990. - 62 p.: ill. – Circulation 50,000 copies) appeared in 1987. This book was noticed by People's Artist Nikolai Litvinov (he hosted programs for children on All-Union Radio). On his recommendation, the poems “Bully” and “Friendship” were heard in a radio broadcast in Moscow. Poems for children have been published on our portal

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Game joke-minute “Cat and Mice” Game for attention “Palm” Sketch “Let the city become more beautiful” Ecological scenes “Plant bushes and maples - your hometown will become green!” Theatrical sketch "Fashionistas" Theatrical sketch "A kind word warms hearts" Sketch for the Day of the Elderly "School Wisdom" Theatrical sketch "Come on, let's not quarrel!" Ecological play “Saving the Old Oak” Scenario “Long-Awaited Victory”

New Year's carnival. Poems about the New Year and winter from Tatyana Petukhova

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WONDERFUL KINGDOM

Veliky Ustyug is an ancient city, The most important Santa Claus lives here in both heat and cold, Among the pines and birches!
In his kingdom there is a large, patterned and painted palace, many fairy-tale chambers, Frost is happy to welcome guests here. The tree there, oh, is tall! The lights on it reach to the ceiling, The ancient clock is quietly ringing, And near the tree there is a marvelous throne, Frost sits on the throne, He happily greets you with a smile.

There is comfort everywhere in the palace, Many letters are sent to Grandfather from distant villages and cities. There are several bags He receives from the guys, Reading the letters all in a row, Frost personally answers And greets everyone with love. Frost has a lot to do,

So that he has time for the holiday His horses are white-maned, daring and dashing, They are carrying painted sleighs, They are rushing quickly along the road.

Veliky Ustyug is an ancient city long left behind, Surprises, meetings ahead, Gifts for children, a whole cartload, Frost is being brought from Ustyug!

FIRST SNOW

I open the doors and can’t believe my eyes: The whitest, the purest, The very first snowfall Makes a slide for the guys!

- Come out! - Oleg shouts, “It snowed, the first snow!” Call Egorka quickly, let's run up the hill now!

SNOW PRINCESS

I sculpt a snow princess from snow. My hands are freezing, let them freeze, I’ll be patient! The Snow Princess is so pale, The Snow Princess, why is she sad? Or maybe you dream of meeting a prince? He will give you snow flowers! And on a white quiet night, when the frost is crackling, you will get many blue stars from the sky. Snow princess, I love you so much, I’ll warm my hands and I’ll blind the prince!

Meeting

The Winter Sorceress waved her lush sleeve, And the silver fringe of Snowflakes sparkled. And the first snow, it was white, clean, circling like a butterfly, fluttered. He quietly covered the ground with a white and fluffy blanket.

Bushes, trees and houses are covered with soft snow, Like snow-white scarves, They are all wrapped in winter. In a white outfit, an ancient city, Tired shoulders straightened, He became handsome, he is young again, He rejoices at meeting you!

SNOWMAN

Our favorite snowman, His head completely drooped: The hare took him into the forest at night. He has a carrot nose!

Don’t be sad, snowman, We will help you in trouble in a moment, We’ll give you a new nose, A good nose, a spruce nose!

Song of the snowmen

Naughty snowmen, Naughty fatties! Tomboys really love lollipops made from icicles. Loves snow pie, Every fat kid loves it! And when night comes, We will throw the broom away. Let's run down the mountain to ride, have fun, tumble.

We take a running start - OP! Together we jump into a snowdrift. All snowmen love to have fun playing snowballs. Here he took aim and bang! You find yourself in a snowy forehead. We don’t get bored and don’t worry, We are very friendly with everyone!

HELLO, MOTHER PINE!

The blizzard has passed, there is silence again, Only the pine tree creaks sadly: The little pine cones have disappeared. The playful girls dived into the snowdrift as if from a tower! Don't worry, mother pine. The seeds settled into the soft snow. Like in a warm house, pine cones will sleep near the pine tree. Under the warm sun of spring, seeds will sprout here and there, and your pines will grow. ...The green branches themselves will reach out towards...to mother.

HIDE-AND-SEEK

Partridges love to play hide and seek in winter, they lie in the snow until the morning, they hide, not a peep! The blizzard found them: That's where they hid. Yeah!! I'll cover everyone with snow. And in response there was laughter: We are not cold in a snowstorm. It's warm for us to lie in the snow! Come, blizzard, and play hide and seek with us again!

Bunny's LETTER

The white hare secretly put the letter under the tree. He writes: “The forest is so empty, And the snow crunches, well, like cabbage. Maybe someone will bring me a gift on New Year’s Day? And although it’s awkward to ask, But cabbage and carrots, I confess honestly to you, I often dream about at night. I’m waiting for the girls, I’m waiting for the boys, I’ll give them a lot of bumps!”

CARNIVAL

There will be a ball near the Christmas tree! New Year's carnival, Here is any hero from a fairy tale, Here is a “pirate” walking in a mask. The pirate has a menacing look, his black mustache sticks out! Dressed in a crimson beret, in his hands a huge pistol! The pirate walks back and forth, No one recognizes him, But then the dog Barbos rushed in and licked the pirate right on the nose! - Alenka, hello, gaf-gaf-gaf! After all, it’s you, and I was right, I recognized you from everyone! And then there was a friendly laugh.

And everyone shouted cheerfully: “Alenka, we recognize you!” The girl has a sea of ​​tears. Santa Claus consoles, - Well done! The “pirate” costume was appreciated by all the guys, a big surprise awaits you, get a prize, Alenka! ...The whole hall was shining with lights, The carnival continued, It brought a lot of joy, Barbos barked joyfully!

NEW YEAR'S SURPRISE

No luck, no luck! I got sick on New Year's Eve, Yura caught a bad cold, his temperature rose - Now I can't get to the Christmas tree... - He sighs quietly.

The house is quiet, there is boredom in the house, Suddenly, without knocking, Father Frost appeared, Muttering to himself, Grandfather was small, Dressed in large felt boots, You can immediately see the bikes, Glasses are sitting on his nose. Santa Claus in a big hat, In dad's white shirt, The belt is white and shiny, Santa Claus is not real!

Yura could not stand it, he roared out of resentment, - There are no such grandfathers, He sobs inconsolably. Santa Claus sat down on a chair, tightened his belt, sat there for a minute, hiding his smile in his beard,

Suddenly he shook his head. Then he stamped his foot, And went to dance in a squat, On his toes and on his heels, Grandfather still dances and sings: - Hello, New, New Year! —

Yura claps his hands, Santa Claus is so good! He brought him gifts: a new saber and stamps, and then, to the surprise of the Bank, he got some jam. -Taste this miracle, your cold will go away in a moment, and now let’s go together, you and I will drink tea. - What are you saying, Grandfather Frost, - You’re not joking, you’re serious, - Can I have some tea? — — Do you think I’ll melt? — — The grandfather answers slyly, — — You’re right, I’m a magical grandfather, Hot tea, healing tea, Drinking is not at all harmful,

And it’s good for you, my friend. Once you get better again, you’ll go for a walk in the yard. How good the seagulls are! Crunch - crunch of sugar, Yura eats pancakes, Grandfather cannot be refused, Grandfather, like grandmother, has kind eyes. Santa Claus drank some tea and lay down on his side, imperceptibly dozed off, he was old and tired.

Yura walks quietly, He doesn’t wave his saber wildly, He doesn’t shout or knock, Let grandma sleep, The grandson recognized her a long time ago, But he didn’t even show it, He washed the cups first, And then he took out a blanket, He covered Grandma, He smiled , whispered: Thank you for the gifts, for the jam, That lifted my spirits, I can now endure the illness, Granny, I love you! And suddenly I heard in response: I have a wonderful grandson!

RESULT OF SANTA CLAUS

No! Not jokingly, but seriously, Santa Claus was angry, he was angry with the guys, because they didn’t want to believe in miracles, and Santa had sad eyes.

He sadly looks down - This guy is an artist - He hears a chuckle from behind. Grandfather sighed, took the bag and walked quietly to the door, and suddenly heard: We believe! We believe! Stay! - hears after him, The best grandfather in the world!

And gifts, to be honest, It’s only interesting for us to receive gifts from you, Come back to the kids, Beloved Santa Claus! –

Grandfather was moved to tears, smiled and said: - Let's continue the carnival!

Snowflakes - flowers

Snowflakes of bright beauty are spinning, White and light, how pure they are! What a unique, unearthly pattern! Snowflakes fly and fly, caressing our gaze.

Little stars like fluff in the long winter hour, dancing like a waltz, amaze us. How to sing all the tenderness, where to find the words? And the snow-white image is covered with lace.

Lace is woven with a smile on the lips. Heavenly beauty in white lace. How beautiful they are, tender and pure. In the patterns of Vologda snowflakes - flowers!

GIFT TO SANTA CLAUS

The New Year is coming, everyone is probably waiting for it. Frost brings gifts to everyone, But no one notices. Maybe grandpa dreams of receiving a gift too? Seryozha ran up to him. Divides the gum in half: “Here, take it - this is for you!” - From the attention and gift, Grandfather even felt hot, He smiled at Seryozha, And Grandfather Frost suddenly became... younger!

SIT WITH ME

- Grandfather, Grandfather Frost, do you have granddaughters? Grandfather, Grandfather Frost, take me in your arms. I'm not afraid of Frost, Because you're not evil, I'll cling tightly to you, Sit with me for a little while!

TWO CHRISTMAS CHRISTS

Receive an invitation! There's a housewarming party in our house! There is a new little tree in the house. An artificial Christmas tree. She is like a real, green, shiny, tall, elegant, beloved Christmas tree! He will live with us for a long time. No! We will not chop down another Christmas tree, a LIVING Christmas tree! Let her live in the forest, Waiting for the New Year, Let her greet the Sun, Let her decorate the Earth!

CONGRATULATIONS

I wonder if Grandpa Moroz has a phone number? Won't he get angry if you call without asking? Of course, there is a phone number, but you can’t find its number in the directory here. Forgive your grandfather.

The number is kept secret, So that children do not call often, Otherwise, from all sides Such a mobile call will start from the shore and from the land! Your ears may hurt.

What will Santa Claus do? I’ll tell you seriously: Write him a letter, Try, don’t rush. No mistakes, neat. Grandfather will be pleased to receive your drawing and congratulations on his birthday!

ASSISTANT

I have a question. How does Santa Claus know, and is he the only one in the world who knows what gift the children want? In every house here and there, Santa Claus is very much awaited.

One is probably having a hard time, or maybe the blizzard is helping? Flying around all the houses, The blizzard itself will certainly collect all the letters, Letters from the North and the South, And take it to Frost. And at the Christmas tree on New Year's Day, Father Frost will be happy to give gifts to all the children.

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