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Ecological fairy tale: “Let's save nature”
Fostering an environmental culture is one of the important areas comprehensive development personality of a preschooler. The difficult environmental situation in the world, its severe consequences, the ecology of the native land, the pollution of the habitat - all this makes it necessary to promote environmental education for children in kindergarten.
Thanks to activities, holidays, and environmentally oriented entertainment, children meaningfully perceive natural phenomena and objects through the use of a musical repertoire;
Music has a powerful motivating force that influences the development of a child’s positive reaction, helps to see something previously unnoticed, to hear nature and its voices, and through music and song lyrics to realize what is seen and heard. Children listen, sing, think and think. Caring for the environment, warmth, kindness, respect and mercy - this is already nature conservation. And how this is needed by flowers, trees, birds, animals, and all people!
Ecological fairy tale: “Let's save nature”
For children of middle preschool age.
Dybenko A.Yu. Musical director.

Progress of the event:

Children enter the music room to the music and take their seats.

Presenter: All adults know, all children know,
What lives on the planet with us:
Frog, crane, parrot and fox,
Wolf, bear, dragonfly and tit,
Butterflies, tigers, snakes, hedgehogs,
Lions, rhinoceroses and ants.
Light groves, forest oak groves,
Rivers, lakes, trees and grass,
Blue sea, forest stream -
Everyone trusts you, man!
You are the smartest, which means you are in charge
For all living things that exist on the planet.

But often it is man himself who, through thoughtlessness, destroys nature. If he destroys everything, then he himself will not be able to live without clean air, clean water, without plants and animals, without insects and fish.

1 child. Trees, grass, flower and bird.
They don't always know how to defend themselves.

2 child. If they are destroyed -
We will be alone on the planet.

Host: We people sometimes don’t keep what we have,
We do not spare, we destroy, we do not regret!
In order to know endangered or rarely found species of animals and plants, the Red Book was created.
The Red Book is a danger signal. Many animals, birds, flowers are listed in the Red Book. This means that they are in danger of complete destruction.
Host: What animals in the forest do you know, and who are these riddles about? Can you guess them?
1. What kind of forest animal stood up like a column under the pine tree? And he stands among the grass - his ears are larger than his head. (Hare.)
2. I walk around in a fluffy fur coat, I live in a dense forest,
In a hollow on an old oak tree I gnaw nuts. (Squirrel.)

3. Who walks around angry and hungry in the cold winter? (Wolf.)

4. Gray wolf in a dense forest I met a redhead... (Fox.)

5. He walks, carrying needles on himself, as soon as anyone approaches, he curls up into a ball, no head, no legs. (Hedgehog.)

6. In summer he wanders without a path between pines and birches,
And in winter he sleeps in a den, hiding his nose from the frost. (Bear.)

There is a knock on the door and Bear comes out to the music.
Bear:
I am a forest animal, Teddy Bear,
I'm not angry and I won't cry
Girls and boys are my friends
I want to play with you!
GAME: "BEAR AND CHILDREN."
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Bear: The animals sent me to you,
They conveyed their complaints.
There are people who offend us
Living in the forest is a nuisance for everyone.
Leading:
We rush to help nature,
Let's protect our nature.
Forest animals are waiting for you,
The path calls into the distance.

Guys, should we all go on a hike together? And you, Mishenka, will show us the way.

SONG-DANCE:
"WALK IN THE FOREST"
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Author: Mikheeva N.T.
1 to. Along the paths, along the paths
We'll go to the woods now,
We'll dance on the path
Let's sing a sonorous song.

2k. Mosquitoes are ringing above us,
Mosquitoes bite on the forehead,
We are at war with mosquitoes
We clap our hands, clap our hands!

Zk. Bend over and look
What blushes under the bush,
This is a lingonberry
We'll find you anyway.

The melody “Birdsong” sounds
Here we are in the forest.
Hello forest, dense forest,
Full of fairy tales and miracles!
Who is hiding in your wilderness?
What kind of animal? What bird?
Open everything, don’t hide it,
You see: we are our own!

Host: Do you hear the birds singing in the spring forest?
Guys, guess the riddles about birds.

1. Gray bird, vest on his stomach,
Lives in the forest, does not build nests, abandons eggs, and is not a mother. (Cuckoo.)

2. Enemy of larvae, friend of fields,
Of all the migratory birds,
Jump back and forth across the arable land
The bird walks proudly... (rook.)

3. And here’s another riddle for you guys.
familiar bird,
In a black speckled shirt,
Comes to us in the spring,
The house immediately settles into life. (Starling.)

4. Who knocks in the forest at dawn,
Who eats bugs on the bark? (Woodpecker.)
5. Whoever trills best without notes and without a pipe,
More vocal, more tender, who is it? (Nightingale.)
6. Guess what kind of bird is afraid of bright light?
The beak is a hook, the eyes are a snout. (Owl.)
A melody sounds, Soroka flies out.
Host: Oh, what kind of bird is this?

Magpie: I am a white-sided magpie
I live in a fox far away
Poor me they scared me
They shot at me with a slingshot.
Damaged my wing
And he almost killed the woodpecker on the spot.
For what?
After all, birds bring so many benefits
They help the trees in the forest
All pests such as beetles and caterpillars are destroyed.

Presenter: Guys, there is no need to catch birds,
You should always love birds.
We need to help the birds
Feel sorry for them, protect them.
And for you, forty Belobok, we will sing a comic song and treat you to delicious candy.
SONG "BIRD"
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The magpie thanks the children and flies away.

Music sounds, Bunny comes out, limps.
Host: Bunny, what happened?
What happened to you?

Bunny:
I went to a stream of water to drink,
Yes, I stepped on something near the water.
I tore up my entire paw,
How much blood I lost! Woohoo! (Cries.)

Host: Don’t be sad, bunny,
give us your paw
we will treat her.

They bandage his paw.
The bunny jumps and thanks the children.

Bunny: Now it’s a different matter
You can safely start dancing.
Host: Well, to make it more fun, we will please the guests.
The music will play, and the bunny and I will dance.
Dance your feet more cheerfully, clap your palms louder.

DANCE: “Spring Polka”
(T. Morozova)
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The bunny says goodbye and leaves.

The music sounds and the Fox comes out singing:
Fox: And I am Liska-Fox,
What a wondrous beauty
Long nose, red tail!
Only my nose hurts
And the red tail was singed:
Someone left a fire in the forest -
So they ruined my beauty.
From the hot coals of the fireplace
My tail hurts, my nose is swollen.

The presenter talks about the danger of fire for animals.

Host: Don’t cry little fox, give us your nose, we’ll treat it.

They rub it on her nose. Lisa thanks the children.

Fox. When the guys were coming to you,
I found the bell.
Take the bell.
Play as you wish.

Handing out bells to children

GAME: “FUNNY BELL” (
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Lisa says goodbye and leaves.

VED. Yes, it really is a disaster!
If you don’t take care of nature, it will die!
There are many rules in nature,
You need to know them by heart.
We will now remember some of them: although they will seem to you the simplest, they are very important.
First. All kinds of animals are important, all kinds of animals are needed. Do not touch, do not offend, do not kill the animals that you meet. Remember: they are the masters here, and you are the guests. Each of them does its own useful work in nature.
Second. Don't try to save the chicks. Sometimes you think: the bird is in trouble. Here she is running away from you. She can’t fly, but she knows how to hide so that a predator doesn’t find her. And the parents will definitely find their chick.
Third. Don't leave trash on your lawn or by the river. Do not leave fires unextinguished. All this threatens disaster for nature. Well done guys, you not only need to know these rules, but also strictly follow them!
Leading. Nature is like a mother, like a Motherland, alone. So let people keep it everywhere and always.

CREATIVITY IS SOCIAL

Everyone, all people love fairy tales (I’ll tell you a secret: adults are just big children). Fairy tales are different. Among them are socially useful or so-called SOCIAL TALES, after which you want to do something useful not only for yourself, but also for other people. With the help of such fairy tales, you can look for solutions to the problems of your region, city, and even microdistrict. These stories may have more than one ending, but several, so that each person chooses, completes, and tries to implement their own. For in social creativity there are no wrong decisions, only ineffective ones. In a specific case or performed by a specific person.

The tales presented in this brochure are not simple, but... ECOLOGICAL. They, as you may have guessed, relate to social creativity, which is not yet very widespread in Khakassia. Our organization “Sayan Heritage” unites Khakass journalists who, in their free time from work, try their hand at preserving history and nature. We believe that it is important to tell the younger generation about environmental problems in understandable language, in a playful way.

For this purpose, journalists from leading Khakassian media decided to create a collection of such fairy tales together with children. This idea, designed in the form of the “Ecological Creativity Workshop” project, won the “Khakassia - Territory of Partnership” competition. The winning grant allowed the publication of the publication, which was later transferred by the project participants to the libraries of Khakassia and educational establishments Sayanogorsk.

In this collection, the correspondents play the unusual role of good storytellers (it’s especially nice that colleagues from other regions joined the work). And the children illustrated fairy tales. Most of the drawings were created by students of the art studio of the Center for Children's Creativity in Sayanogorsk (teacher - Elena Mikhailovna VOEVODINA, director of the CDT - Olga Leonidovna EROSHKO). We are sincerely grateful to the young artists, their mentors, journalists, storytellers and, of course, the organizers of the competition, thanks to which this useful undertaking was possible.

You can share your impressions from reading environmental fairy tales and your opinions on whether such creativity is needed in Khakassia with the authors.

Project Manager

"Ecological Creativity Workshop"

President of the Khakass regional public organization "Sayan Heritage"

Tatyana Zykova

Tatiana YAKOVLEVA

A TALE ABOUT TRASH-THE HAPPINESS

My baby! You're already tired. How quickly the dark night came! Autumn cold and autumn darkness. And you don’t go to bed. Just lie down quietly for a while, and good sleep will find its way to you. And he himself will come and bring a fairy tale.

In a far, distant forest, on a small hill in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and whiled away the years. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.

And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old people could be proud of their forest.

And they had two assistants, two bears: the busybody Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not give offense to the forest villagers.

And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear autumn morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, they waited: what will happen?

The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People came with baskets, buckets and backpacks to pick up mushrooms. Until the evening, the cars hummed, and the old forest man and the old forest woman sat hidden in the hut. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.

And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The old people came out, sat on the rubble, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch their legs and take a walk through the forest. They looked around and were stunned: the forest was not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it would be a pity to even call a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.

The old forest man shook his beard:

So what is this being done?! Let's go, old lady, clean up the forest, remove the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!

They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun the screw - and out of the garbage arose an incomprehensible beast, skinny, unkempt and, at the same time, terribly disgusting: Junk-Wretched. The bones rattle, the whole forest laughs:

Along the road through the bushes -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

In untrodden places -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

I am great, many-sided,

I am paper, I am iron,

I am plastic-useful,

I am a glass bottle

I am damned, damned!

I'll settle in your forest -

I will bring a lot of grief!

The forest villagers got scared and called out to the bears. Busy Masha and grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What is left for the Junk-Wretched Man to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper. He gathered himself into a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became the Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast at that.

What to do? How to get to Khlamishche-Okayanishche? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old forest dwellers became depressed, the bears became quiet. They just hear someone singing and driving through the forest. They look: and this is the Queen of the Forest on a huge fiery red fox. As he drives, he wonders: why is there so much garbage lying around in the forest?

Remove all this trash immediately!

And the foresters responded:

We can't handle it! This is not just rubbish, it is a Junk-Cursed: an incomprehensible, skinny, unkempt beast.

I don’t see any beast and I don’t believe you!

The Forest Queen bent down, reached for the piece of paper, and wanted to pick it up. And the piece of paper flew away from her. All the garbage gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, becoming a Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast.

The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:

Look, what a freak! What a beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! The good pit is crying for you!

She waved her hand - the ground parted, creating a deep hole. The Khlamishche-Okayanische fell there, couldn’t get out, lay down at the bottom.

The Forest Queen laughed:

That's it - it's good!

The old forest people don’t want to let her go, and that’s all. The junk disappeared, but the worries remained.

And if people come again, what will we, Mother, do?

Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears to the forest!

The forest has calmed down. The Queen of the Forest rode off on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their little hut, living and living, drinking tea. The sky is frowning or the sun is shining, the forest is beautiful and joyfully bright. There is so much joy and bright joy in the whisper of leaves, in the breath of the wind! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!

But as soon as the cars began to hum again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call their bear neighbors for help. They entered the forest, growled, and stood up on their hind legs. People got scared and let's run! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.

Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, they taught the bears, they surrounded the Khlamishche-Okayanische, drove them to the pit, and drove them into the pit. He couldn’t get out of there; he lay down at the bottom.

But the troubles of the old forest woman and the forest forest grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers and hunters for bear skins came into the forest. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled sadly from the shots. Those who could, flew away, and those who could, ran away. For some reason it became joyless in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!

But the hunters suddenly notice: a red light flashes behind the bushes.

Save yourself! Let's quickly run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's die! We'll burn!

The hunters noisily climbed into their cars, got scared, and sped out of the forest. And this is just the Queen of the Forest racing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the little hill disappeared, and the hut disappeared with the woodsmen. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason, in that place there became a huge impassable swamp.

The Queen of the Forest is waiting for people to become kind and wise and stop acting up in the forest.

Elena ABUMOVA

AND THEN THE UNICORNS WILL RETURN

A snow-white Unicorn flew to the Girl from a distant star. As soon as sleep closed her long eyelashes, he set off, rushing like a whirlwind into her room, into her sleep, disturbing her, offering another fabulous journey.

The Girl jumped straight from the bed onto the croup of the magic horse, and they flew from the stuffy little bedroom towards miracles. The Unicorn knew everything; he showed the Girl various corners of the planet on which she lived. The yellow sun of Africa illuminated the walking elephants and proud giraffes, on icy icebergs Huge walruses and seals were basking. They saw kangaroos jumping, with the curious little faces of kangaroos peeking out of their pouches, and once, after jumping into the ocean, they talked with a huge blue whale.

Tired of traveling, they returned closer to home. There, in the forest, not far from which stood the city in which the Girl lived with her mother and father, there was their favorite vacation spot: Musical Glade.

Sitting down on a soft emerald carpet and hugging long neck her friend, the Girl listened to the melody of the forest: the rustling of branches, the violins of grasshoppers, the baritones of beetles, the flutes of larks, the crystal murmur of a brook. They hardly spoke - it was so good in this forest, in their clearing, next to their most faithful friend - the Unicorn. Only occasionally did the Unicorn tell the Girl about his star - a crystal ball on which only unicorns lived.

One day a girl asked her friend why he flies only in her dreams? After all, unicorns could live here, next to people. But to this the Unicorn only smiled bitterly, answering: “We tried for a long time”...

One day the Unicorn did not fly to the Girl. In vain she waited for him the next night, and further, and further, in vain she looked for him and even ran during the day to the Musical Glade. Her friend was nowhere to be found...

The girl grew up, she began to have other dreams, she gradually forgot the fairy tale that the Unicorn gave her.

She grew up and became herself beautiful girl city ​​and country in which she lived. And maybe the whole world. One day, the Prince of a kingdom wooed her. The Prince was handsome and very powerful, he invited the Girl to visit and the first thing he decided to do was show her the jewels of his palace. They walked for a long time through different rooms filled with beautiful things, precious paintings, fabrics, and jewelry. The very last room was the Prince's special pride. He told the Girl: “Now you will see something you have never seen!” And he opened the golden doors for her. In an iron cage, chained with chains, stood the Unicorn. He saw the Girl, and tears rolled down from his beautiful sad eyes. The girl rushed to the cage, through its bars she hugged her friend, stroked his snow-white mane and also cried. The cage opened on its own. Or maybe the Prince, realizing that he had acted very rudely by captivating the Unicorn, opened it.

The girl and the Unicorn had not seen each other for so long that they could not talk enough. From the palace they flew to the Musical Glade to remember the happy moments they spent here together.

“Remember when you asked me why unicorns live on Crystal Star?” – the Unicorn asked, and the girl nodded, remembering: “I didn’t tell you then that our homeland is not the Crystal Star at all. Our homeland is the planet on which you now live.”

“But why?...” - the Girl began, and suddenly froze, remembering the iron cage and heavy chains that fettered the Unicorn.

The unicorn, understanding her thoughts, only nodded sadly:

People did not know how and did not want to live with us, and we died one by one. They wanted to own our beautiful crystal horn, not realizing that they were ruining the beauty they lived next to.

...On one of the bright moonlit nights, all the unicorns who remained alive gathered on the highest mountain. Having said goodbye to the Earth, they flapped their wings - a difficult path to the Crystal Star awaited them. There was not a single beautiful animal left on earth - but people did not notice this, just as they were accustomed to not noticing anything around them. Only crystal unicorn horns have increased in price...

Did you fly here knowing that this could threaten you with death and captivity? - said the girl.

I flew here so that people would remember how beautiful their land was before, when everyone lived together. I guess I was in a hurry. I probably missed the land and people more than they missed us...

But I was waiting for you...

And I couldn’t help but fly.

... They are still dating. The unicorn flies to the Girl from the crystal star. As soon as sleep closes her long eyelashes, he flies like a whirlwind into her room and they begin the journey...

Only this is a different Unicorn and a different Girl.

It will always be this way - and it seems that Unicorns have remained only in fairy tales and dreams. In reality, they live on Crystal Star and are waiting for people to appreciate true beauty. And then the Unicorns will return...

Alexander BOYKO

GUARDIAN OF THE STEPPE PLAIN

A new day was dawning over the Steppe Plain. The first rays of the morning sun burned the smooth surface of the lake, lifting a light foggy haze from the water. The Guardian of the Steppe Plain sat on a stone near his hole under a blue iris bush and carefully watched the sun rise. He loved doing this more than anything in his life. He loved to race gophers and scare partridges, he loved to listen to the whistling of the steppe wind in the grass and the ringing of silence after the first snow. He loved to look at the huge white clouds in the bottomless blue of the sky, at the twinkling stars and at the strange cold moon. But most of all he loved to watch the sun rise.

Having made sure that this time the luminary had taken its place in the sky, the Guardian ran to the lake, washed his mustachioed face with cool water and went to inspect his possessions. Somewhere in the field, a tractor began to hum, laying freshly cut grass in even rows. To the side behind a hillock, a shepherd, cracking his whip, was driving a flock of sheep out to graze. A light breeze carried the smell of wormwood and thyme across the steppe. These sounds and smells were well known to the Guardian. It seemed like this was and always will be. By evening he reached the edge of the Plain and, climbing a hillock, looked west. “Everything is calm in the steppe. Just as it should be,” thought the Guardian: “Tomorrow we can return to the lake, and then examine the big stream.”

The setting sun turned the sunset clouds blood red. The Guardian did not like sunsets, but this time something forced him to get out of the kelp thickets and look to the west. Something alarmed him, but he couldn’t understand what...

The next day changed everything. The morning sun picked out the figures of unprecedented iron monsters on the horizon. Walking with their huge paws, they made the earth tremble. The Guardian had never seen anything like this before: in one clawed paw of the monster, it seemed that half of his favorite lake could fit. Having walked a little more, the monsters froze for a while, and then began to bite into the ground together. The Guardian tried to stop them with all his might, but could not. The metal was stronger than his claws and teeth. And the evil roar that the giants emitted was more terrible than a thousand thunderstorms.

Time has passed. The lacerations of the cuts changed the Steppe Plain. Huge mountains of lifeless rock shot up, black acrid dust, raised from the depths by the unknown force of artificial thunder, hung in the air. This made it painful and bitter to breathe. The keeper stood on his hind legs and sniffed, but his sensitive nose could no longer discern either the smell of wormwood or the aroma of thyme. Only the frightening smells of hot metal and rubber, burnt fuel and engine oil, broken stone and lifeless earth hovered around. The steppe groaned under the onslaught of iron monsters. It seemed that they had reached the middle of the earth and were lifting up something heavy, black and terrible. The Guardian could not come to terms with all this. His lake dried up, his hole crumbled, and now he had to greet the dawn with the roar of iron monsters.

The keeper sat on a stone and looked at the sunset. He didn't like sunsets, but he knew that he wouldn't see the sun for a long time. And when the last ray faded over the horizon, he began to dig. He dug long and hard, dug deep, and got so far that even the iron monsters could not reach him.

As he fell asleep, the animal thought: “I am the Guardian of the Steppe Plain, but I have nothing left to keep. Perhaps someday everything will be as before. And then the steppe will wake up and call me. And I will greet the sunrises as before...”

Elena KOSTINA

A TALE ABOUT A SMALL CART

Once upon a time there lived a Little Cart. She was convenient and fast. Apples and watermelons, melons and flowers, bread and milk, clay pots and woolen socks - all this easily fit into the Cart. The owner loved and cherished her very much. At night I put it in a warm barn, which smelled of herbs, and swallows lived under the roof. Every evening they flocked to the Little Cart to discuss the latest news.

No, did you hear? The neighbor's cat stole the chickens again, we need to fight this somehow... Should we squeeze his paw?

“What are you saying, he’s alive,” said the Cart (her wheels even started spinning from excitement: You can’t be so cruel. You just need to repair the chicken coop. Tomorrow I’ll bring fresh boards, you can take them from the construction site.

You’re always like this, but we’d have already torn off his tail! He's nothing but trouble.

Chirping beauties, a good cat, bad luck with the owner: he doesn’t want to work, he only drinks vodka. The mice have long since fled from our yard, so the cat is starving.

Okay, let him live. We do not mind. Just don't ruin the nests.

He won't, I'll talk to him.

Gradually everything calmed down, Night covered the city with its starry blanket, hung the lantern moon in the sky and sang a lullaby.

The Little Cart had magical dreams in which she was either a beautiful carriage for a fairy, or a fast frigate for pirates, or a Big Cart, which she often met on the road.

When Little Carts grow up, do they turn into Big Carts? – she often asked her Master. And he just smiled into his mustache and rolled on.

It was a simply wonderful day, Little Cart was basking in the sun, when suddenly swallows flew up and began to shout something.

There's a cat drowning! The boys threw him into the water: they wanted to see if he could swim or not?

Let's run to save the cat!

You can’t leave the yard without the Master...

I can do anything if I want...

The cart remembered its dreams, straightened its sails and flew towards the cliff. There, in a ravine filled with melt water, the cat fought for its life. He floundered as far as his paws could reach. The cart ran and jumped.

How great it is to be a bird! How I want to fly!

The ravine turned out to be deep, and the Cart sank to the bottom like a stone. At the last moment, the cat managed to jump on it and jump out onto the shore.

Oh, what will happen now! - the swallows became worried: We must fly after the Master, otherwise the Cart will be carried out to sea.

Little Cart found out what happened next only five days later. The owner was very worried whether the Cart could be as light and fast after the melt water. He painted it a heavenly color, painted it with white daisies, put new tires on the wheels, and decided to go traveling around the world so that the Little Cart could finally see what was beyond the horizon. For company, they took with them a cat, who was very grateful to the Little Cart for saving him. He purred his cat songs and licked her little cracks.

Little Cart dreamed that when he grew up and became Big Cart, the Master would be able to build himself a wagon and place a beautiful woman in it. And the Master now called her Descendant from Heaven and believed that she would bring him happiness.

Svetlana GERASIMENKO

A TALE ABOUT HOW IVAN MARRIED A QUEEN

Eh, it’s good to sit on the stove and eat rolls!

But our hero somehow became bored.

You ask: “Who is the hero of our fairy tale?” - “Well, of course! The well-known Ivanushka, who sits on the stove for days, spends his time away.”

So, our story begins with the fact that a thought entered Ivan’s head: the guy has decided to get married! And not just marry, but marry the Tsar’s daughter!

Ivan thought a little more and decided to woo the local king, so as not to have to go far and not bother himself. And to make things move faster, he sent the Tsar a text message: “So and so, I want to marry the Princess, your daughter!” I sent a text message and waited for an answer.

But it never happened: apparently, the operator had some kind of glitch. Ivan became upset and began to think: how could he realize his dream of marriage?

From his sad thoughts, he even got off the stove and went outside for a walk.

Ivan walked - he walked, whether it was long or short, no one remembers. But he just wandered into a dark, dense forest. And Ivan realized that he was lost.

Vanya sat down on a stump and began to look around. And all around, instead of herbs and flowers, there are heaps of garbage. Ivan bent down to drink from a stream of water, and there the water flowed, muddy and foul-smelling.

Ivan was indignant and stamped his foot: “Who created such a mess here!? Come out, you bastard, I will fight you!”

And everything around began to rattle and rustle, and a garbage whirlwind rose up. And the accursed forest robbers stood before Ivan, all in tatters and unwashed.

Ivan looked at the robbers and winced: apparently, the guys were in big trouble, since they let themselves go like this.

Meanwhile, the leader of the robbers came forward and said:

I am Musorych, the head of the “garbage mafia”, and who are you?

And I’m Ivan, a local, city resident, I went out for a walk.

Why did you, Ivan, a local resident, decide to fight us unarmed? You entered our territory, you shout, are you disturbing the peace of the forest dump?

Yes, I decided to think in the fresh air. And here there is not only fresh air, but almost no air. Disorder!

And you, Vanya, join our mafia, and you won’t have to think about anything. Here Musorych thinks for everyone.

Ivan thought, and he agreed to join the “garbage mafia.”

Ivan began to live with robbers and rob people on the roads. And in free time dragging garbage into the forest, sorting it out, and welcoming careless townspeople who carry all their waste into the forest.

Only the thought of marrying the princess did not leave him.

One day Ivan was rummaging through the trash and found a fragment of a mirror. He looked at himself and was horrified: “How did I get to this point!? All dirty, unshaven, unwashed! We need to wear a new caftan and visit the palace in person.”

That's what I decided on. And Ivan began to think about how he could get money, what to dress up in so that he would not be ashamed to appear in front of the king and his young bride. And I came up with...

Ivan went to Musorych to say a word:

Listen, Musorych, I was just thinking: maybe it’s enough for us to be bandits and live in garbage. After all, we live in the modern world! Let's set up a legal business: let's build a waste processing plant! At first, we will clear the forest of garbage, and then we will organize supplies from the city. We'll earn money.

You know, Vanyusha, old me has already started a new business. It's time for me to retire. Go ahead, try it. We will help as much as we can.

This is how Ivan began to engage in environmental business: he cleared the forest and stream of garbage, earned money for a new caftan (and still has some left), and became a respected person. And then the invitation to the ball arrived. Ivan, without thinking twice, got ready and went to the palace.

Vanya arrived at the royal mansion, and all the nobles greeted him by the hand, bowed and greeted him joyfully. Ecology today fashion direction Yes, the business is profitable. Ivan is not the last person in the kingdom: he invests money in charity and implements environmental programs.

The Tsar approached Ivan and said:

Ivan, I received a text message. It says that you, they say, want to marry the Princess. If I haven’t changed my mind, I’ll be only too glad to become related to you.

Ivan was glad that fortune smiled on him so much!

He wooed the Princess, and soon the wedding took place.

And Ivan and the Princess lived happily ever after! Together they cleared the kingdom of garbage and breathed fresh air.

Andrey KEDRIN

THE LAST TOURIST

The morning turned out to be cool. The yellow stems of grass crunched with every step of the traveler, dropping black drops of dew onto his worn cloak. The man climbed the next hill and froze for a minute, catching his breath. Bitter and hard, prickly air, like electric welding sparks, hissed through the filters of the gas mask. My heart was pounding in my chest, my legs were heavy, my thoughts were confused. The man lacked the oxygen that the newest breathing apparatus squeezed out of the surrounding air. The traveler winced, simultaneously feeling the smooth surface of the mask on his face and ran his gloved hand over the glass, as if wiping sweat from his forehead.

“It’s good, of course, when you have an army protective suit. No creature can bite through it, and even from acid rain good protection. Look, the oak-skinned toad-eater, how he hunched over... but he seemed to have adapted...” the man kicked the shapeless lump lying on the edge of the path with the toe of his heavy leaded boot and immediately recoiled. An annoying squeak pressed into my ears. The speaker of the radiometer was straining: having slightly moved from the intended route, the traveler stepped into the contaminated zone. “But this suit doesn’t save you from radiation,” he continued his speech, practicing oratory for himself: “And here any piece of iron radiates like a reactor.” The man staggered, coughed and rushed to the inner pocket of his coat. A small syringe injected medicine: a new remedy for all types of poisons, simultaneously removing radiation.

There were five more of these in stock, and they had to be used regularly if you wanted to live. And I wanted to live even more than to go through this steppe, some reinforced concrete ruins and find there, at the end of the world, a place where you can breathe without a gas mask. The man took another step, and then something oily and shiny darted out of the grass and knocked him off his feet. The oil worm, a creature that appeared in gasoline puddles, quickly grew and became one of the most dangerous predators. The durable fabric of the cloak crackled, the traveler managed to throw the creature away and ran further along the path...

“Stop the experiment!” - a man in a white coat pulled the switch, returning the test subject to real world. The oil worm victim jumped to his feet, tearing off sensor wires and having difficulty understanding the doctor's words.

“Happy?..” - the observer in a black uniform moved towards the doors, but stopped for a moment: “The computer has finished simulating the conditions on the planet in a thousand years.”

We don’t need such walks through the Khakassian burial mounds!

Tatiana ZYKOVA

NOTHING CHANGES ON EARTH...

One of the most picturesque places on Earth, called Siberia in ancient books and on websites dating back thousands of years, was covered in evening. The Sayan Mountains seemed pink in the sunset light, the Yenisei was cool, and the lush vegetation was a delight to the eye. At such moments it seems: this is how it was thousands of years before us and will always be.

One of the local residents, abandoning everything he was doing, sat down on the grass and began to watch the sunset. This is what his father and grandfather always did. A cold wind blew from the river, but the contemplator took the control panel and turned it down so that nothing would interfere with enjoying nature. At the same time, I turned on a scattering of stars over the mountains with another remote control. I thought and did Milky Way a little paler so as not to distract from admiring the great river.

They say that in prehistoric times some birds flew over it, and this enlivened the view. But even now it was not bad: waves of sulfuric acid gently rushed onto the shore, and coastal cedars bent under the weight of head-sized cones. He would have enjoyed the views for a long time if he had not looked at his watch. Nine. Time to have dinner and listen to the evening news. He called his dog, who was playing nearby. She didn’t want to go home and called the owner to play, holding a ball in the teeth of one head and a stick with the other and wagging her tails. He adjusted the gas mask with his tentacle and walked into the bunker, lazily moving his six legs. The dog followed dejectedly.

Along the way, he grumbled: “Nothing is changing on Earth, but these news have been scaring for thousands of years that if we don’t take care of nature, something terrible will happen to it and to us! They’re lying! There is no justice for these journalists who are greedy for sensation!” The news, indeed, began with a tired warning that a natural disaster and mutants were just around the corner. In one of the remote corners of the planet, scientists have already discovered a one-headed dog. And in the other - a bipedal man with arms instead of tentacles. Since cases are still isolated, experts have reassured that these unfortunate living beings will be cured. They have already been sent to the best laboratory: to grow heads, tails, legs and tentacles. After this, they will finally be able to live a full life.

Nothing changes on Earth...

Yaroslava SEMENYUK

WHITE FEATHER

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and grandmother. And they had a granddaughter, Katenka. She loved to go for walks in the steppe. One day, while walking with my grandmother, I saw wild pigeons cooing. At this time, the first flowers had already appeared in the steppe, and beautiful butterflies flew to them. There was a smell of fresh grass, and somewhere nearby the larks sang their songs.

When the grandmother and granddaughter came home, everyone went about their business. Katenka began to tell her grandfather what kind of birds she had seen and that she really liked the pigeon.

Grandma, can I take your scarf? - asked the granddaughter.

Take it. “You know where he lies,” said the grandmother.

Katya went to the closet, opened the door and took a black scarf with white flowers from the shelf. She threw it over her shoulders.

Look, grandma,” she spread her arms to the sides, “I’m like a bird.” I'll go to the balcony.

“Why be a bird,” the grandmother said affectionately.

And suddenly the incredible happened: flapping her arms like wings, Katya turned into a White Feather Dove.

Below the house sat a flock of pigeons. They pecked at the crumbs of bread that grandfather poured out for them.

White feather joined the flock. The pigeons cooed. They drove away the new dove, and no one wanted to give her a single crumb: it wasn’t enough for themselves. But then one Dove separated from the flock and began to protect the new dove. That's how they became friends.

The doves rose into the blue sky and then sank onto the green grass. They felt good together. But one day, when they Once again They soared up, and a young Eagle quickly began to approach them. The pigeons became worried. It’s a long way from the ground, and too far from shelter. And Eagle is already nearby. He's about to grab the dove with his paws. The Dove did not throw away the white feather. He rushed at the Eagle. And the Eagle grabbed him by the neck with his claws and shouted loudly:

Look for your friend across the blue river near the Sayan Mountains.

The sad dove sank to the ground. She sat on the grass, then went up to the window where my grandmother lived. But the window was closed. A white feather beat against the window glass, but the grandmother did not hear it, she was not at home.

Nothing can be done: the dove had to ask her new friends where the Eagle had taken her friend.

Do you think my friend is still alive? – she asked them.

Maybe he's alive. Most likely, it was the evil Sorcerer, and not the Eagle. You go to the Yenisei River and ask the Coot duck, maybe she knows where the eagle’s nest is.

White Feather flew to the river, sat down on the sand on a small island and waited for the ducks to come out of the water. The ducks don’t know that the White Feather is waiting for them. They all rush along the river, catching fish. But they got tired, flew to the island and sat down next to the dove.

Why are you sitting here, are you waiting for someone? - asked the main duck.

Tell me, dear ducks, do you happen to know where the eagle's nest is? He took my friend.

No, we don't know. You fly up the Yenisei, maybe the Trout fish knows.

The White Feather flew to the trout farm, which is located outside the village of Maina. I saw a silver trout. But the Trout fish lived in captivity and had never heard of where the Eagle could live.

The dove flew for a long time. She was so tired that by evening her strength completely left her. But at dawn she began her search again. One day she met Roe Deer.

Roe Deer, can you tell me where is the nest of the Eagle that carried away my friend the Dove? Maybe you saw it? Maybe you heard? - asked the Dove.

Behind that mountain, near the old mine, lives the Sorcerer Eagle. But don’t fly there yourself, ask Ant, he’ll go and find out everything,” said Roe Deer.

The dove did just that. The ant agreed to help her. He made his way with the dove's feather, which she gave him, into the Eagle's nest. The nest was large, and the Ant had to climb over the numerous twigs from which it was made. He almost lost a feather. When he crawled up to the Dove, he recognized the familiar smell and blinked at the Ant to sit quietly. So they waited until morning. In the morning the Eagle flew away. The Ant told the Dove that the White Feather was looking for him.

This afternoon the Eagle will carry me to the city, there will be some kind of celebration there. He will turn me into a guy, and together with other guys I will break dance there,” said Dove.

How can I get you back into the pack? - asked the Ant.

You see, I'm a bewitched guy. And when the Eagle wants to have fun, he turns me either into a man or into a dove.

How can I help you?

There is an exit. But will we be able to take advantage of the situation? When the dance is over, I need Dove to sit on my shoulder. Then the Eagle will not be able to do anything, and I will remain a man,” said the Dove.

How can you be distinguished from other guys?

I have yellow plumage. This is how I differ from other pigeons. So my T-shirt will be yellow. This is how White Feather recognizes me.

And then the day of the holiday came. Guys and girls gathered on the square near the Sayanogorsk cinema park "Alliance", where the "Spring Week of Goodness" was taking place. It came down to dancing.

Suddenly a white feather flew into the square. She, dancing importantly, approached the guy in a yellow T-shirt. And as soon as the last sounds of the music died down, she quickly took off and sat on the guy’s left shoulder. Suddenly the wind rose, and everyone saw a flying eagle. He couldn't grab his Dove in time.

And Dove flew home to her grandmother. The window was open. She sat down on a chair.

Are you back already, granddaughter? – Grandma asked affectionately and waved her hand.

The white feather turned into a girl, who told her grandmother about her adventures.

Grandma, I helped the Dove become a man. “He doesn’t even know that I’m a girl and not a bird,” Katenka said sadly.

Don’t worry, baby, years will pass, you will grow up and meet your Dove.

Now let's celebrate your return: let's drink tea and cheesecakes. Call grandpa.

They sat in the kitchen, and Katya talked and talked about her impressions. There were so many of them that a whole book of fairy tales could be written.

Tatiana SHAKHRAY (LEZINA)

WORLD OF BRIGHT COLORS

All day long, seven-year-old Vanyusha drew a gift for his grandmother. I mixed paints and painted simple patterns, flowers and funny animals with a brush. Little Alyonka also wanted to “paint something,” but her older brother didn’t even let her near his table.

It’s still too small, you’ll just ruin everything! - Vanya said.

And so, when the drawing was almost ready, the doorbell rang...

Grandma has arrived!!! - Alyonka shouted joyfully and in the confusion, running past, she accidentally knocked over the glass in which her brother was rinsing his brush. A huge gray puddle spilled over the drawing, turning the bright art into a dirty spot.

Oh?!? – that was all the girl could say.

I knew it! – the boy shouted angrily, shedding tears.

I wanted to give you a drawing, and she...

I didn’t do it on purpose!... – the children began vying with each other to explain.

Stop fighting, you are brother and sister! – the grandmother said conciliatoryly and hugged her beloved grandchildren, “tomorrow you will draw even more beautiful, but now it’s time to sleep.” But if you promise not to quarrel anymore, I will tell you a new and very interesting fairy tale!

The guys, immediately forgetting about their grievances, climbed into their beds and got ready to listen. Grandmother dimmed the light in the room and began her story:

It happened in a long, long time ago... When the lakes were blue, the dandelions were yellow, like chickens, and the young leaves on tall trees amazed with their delicate greenery. In a word, there were so many colors in nature that even the air seemed bright, and in the splashes of rain under the rays summer sun Like soap bubbles, all the colors of the rainbow were reflected.

People were very happy about all this beauty and, improving the world in which they live, began to build plants and factories, cars, ships and all sorts of other things that were very necessary in their lives. modern mechanisms. Technical progress It captivated both adults and children to such an extent that they began to forget about everything primordial and admired nature without leaving home, with the help of televisions and computers.

Factory chimneys released clouds of smoke, and factories dumped their waste into local streams. And then Little Blue got offended by people and, considering herself unnecessary, went off into the distant dense forest. And the clouds became not blue, but gray. And the lakes became not transparent blue, but dirty... But no one noticed the changes.

In rare hours summer holiday families went swimming and sunbathing, broke branches and lit fires. They, without hesitation, left behind candy wrappers and sausages, empty bottles and plastic bags. And in winter, green trees and fir trees were mercilessly cut down, throwing them away immediately after the holidays. Soon the whole earth was covered with garbage... The green beauty tried for a long time to defend its right to exist in this world, creating societies of nature lovers around the world, in other words, “greens”. But it was all in vain: most people were too busy... Then the Green Beauty, following the blue one, went into the dense forest. And green trees and grass disappeared from the planet. Without greenery there were no flowers, no berries, no vegetables, no fruits. After all, a tree without leaves will never bear fruit!

Time passed... People made new discoveries, were satisfied and happy. They learned to create artificial products and grew them. Then the three brightest colors became angry: Red, Orange and Yellow, and they also went to the ends of the earth into the dense forest.

At the same moment, the sun and the moon disappeared... And people were left with only four colors: white, gray, brown and black. Some of the most attentive people began to notice that life had become uninteresting, somehow gray and boring. Unable to bear the unfair remark, White Beauty got ready to go on the road after the others. And as soon as she left, black snow immediately began to fall, and the cows stopped giving milk... That’s when the white light became not white at all and far from nice.

The animals, having learned that somewhere on Earth there was a dense forest in which little birds lived, went in search of them. After all, the animals wanted to eat, and without green grass and blue clean water it was very difficult for them.

And seeing how all the animals were leaving people, some “gray” uncle shouted: “An environmental disaster is coming!!!” And instantly his words were heard on TV, radio and the Internet. And when people looked around, they realized that they had lost something very important, namely: the colors of life!

They went out into the street, and, exhausted from hunger and cold, began to restore order on the planet. They cleared fields and lakes, forests and streams. We came up with air and underwater filters that do not release harmful substances, but process them. People began to be more attentive to nature and each other, and then gradually the colors returned from the dense forest. And the sun shone again, the streams began to gurgle, and colorful butterflies flew across the honey fields. And then the animals began to feed and clothe all of humanity again. And the “gray” uncle was elected president. If it weren’t for him, all that would be left of the planet would be a small patch of dense forest at the edge of the earth, in which there would be no people.”

... Morning has come. Vanyushka didn’t know whether his grandmother told that fairy tale or whether it was such an extraordinary dream, but he understood one thing for sure - without colors, nature will become inexpressive and dull, we must protect and preserve it every day!

The brother quietly woke up Alyonka, put her by the window, picked up paints and began to teach her to draw.

– Look, it’s the Sun! It's big and yellow! And these are the leaves, they are green! And these clouds are so blue...

How amazing! - said Alyonka, - that we live in such a colorful and beautiful world!

Tatiana MELNIKOVA

BONE AND RED COCKROACH

Who knows why this cockroach was red.

One day, when Kostya walked into the kitchen, a red cockroach jumped out from under the radiator in broad daylight and rushed straight to Kostya’s feet.

Wow! - Kostya admired, - it’s so raspberry! - and caught a cockroach. He immediately called it a long mustache because the cockroach had long mustaches. Having examined it better, Kostya put it in an empty matchbox.

Most of all, Kostya was afraid that the box with the red mustache would be discovered by his mother. She will certainly throw it away, you can’t beg her to leave it.

To make it safer, Kostya hid the box in different places. At night I put it under my pillow, and in the morning I put it in my trouser pocket and took it with me to kindergarten.

Kostya admired the red barbel; he had never seen such a cockroach. I just couldn’t understand why it was red, maybe magical, or not a cockroach?

On the first evening, when Kostya went to bed, he took the box out from under the pillow, put it to his ear and began to listen to see if the red cockroach was saying anything? If he is magical, he will definitely let you know about it somehow.

It was quiet in the box. Is there an unusual cockroach there?

Kostya opened the box, and the tips of his mustache immediately poked out: there!

Are you a cockroach? - Kostya asked in a whisper, putting the box to his lips.

It can not be! Why are you this color?

Red! Do not believe? You can look in the mirror.

The cockroach was still silent, but Kostya really wanted him to say something.

What did you do behind the battery?

Why did you run straight to me?

I ran after my friends. I fought with brown cockroaches. They wanted to bite off my mustache and legs...

Kostya! What are you muttering there? Need to sleep! - Mom made a remark.

Kostya quickly put the box under his pillow and closed his eyes as if he were sleeping. “Why did he fight?” thought Kostya. “Maybe they teased him that he was red? Or maybe there are other red ones out there?”

Children from all over the house surrounded Kostya on the street as soon as he appeared with a matchbox where a red mustache was sitting. Kostya was not offered to change for anything! Nothing was spared. If Kostya wanted, for the red barbel he could have a homemade wooden gun or half a gas mask, a slingshot with bullets or self-cast lead weights for a fishing rod. There is nothing to say about such things as cars, pistols, balls.

Slavka, a peer from the fifth entrance, who was always envious of something wonderful, even offered to exchange for a bicycle, albeit temporarily, because he was afraid that he would get punished by his parents for the exchange.

The red cockroach could be stunned with happiness. What can we say about food! What they tried to feed him would be enough for a million of his brothers. In order not to die from gluttony, he ate very little. How much does a cockroach need? But for some reason this attention did not make the red cockroach any more cheerful. Everyone wanted to get a better look at the red barbel. Kostya was even afraid that he would inadvertently be crushed. Especially stupid kids who don’t understand that a cockroach is not a toy, but a living one.

From Monday to Wednesday, no adults saw the red longhorned beetle. But can a secret last very long if many people know about it? Not only the children in the entire yard and the senior group of the kindergarten knew about the red mustache, but also the entire kindergarten. There were rumors that he was magical and spoke at night.

On a walk, when the children gathered in a noisy crowd at the site, Elena Borisovna, the teacher of the senior group, also saw a red barbel.

Poor! - she regretted.

Not poor! - Kostya objected. - We feed him.

We don't touch with our hands! - the guys supported.

What are you, Kostya, going to do with him? - asked Elena Borisovna.

Kostya didn’t think about it and didn’t know what to answer.

He will live with him! - the guys were found. - At first he lived behind the battery, and then Kostya caught him.

Yes! - Kostya was glad that the guys were on his side. - He ran straight towards me!

We need to let him go,” Elena Borisovna sighed. - He won't live long like that.

But all the boys were sorry to let go of the red barbel.

Really, let me go, the girls asked.

But Kostya closed the box and hid it in his trouser pocket. It was time for lunch and everyone went to the group. Until the end of the day, Elena Borisovna did not remember anything else about the red mustache, only when Kostya’s mother came for Kostya, she looked at Kostya somehow sadly.

In the evening at home, Kostya let the barbel go for a walk on the table. But he crawled a little and didn’t want to run. Maybe it will fly? Kostya stretched the barbel’s wings, but he didn’t even think about flying. Then Kostya shook out the bread and sugar crumbs from the box and put the mustache in his place.

The next morning, the older group worked in the garden. Caterpillars were removed from cabbage leaves. There were a lot of them, and where they sat, the leaves were eaten away, full of holes. The guys themselves guessed why the caterpillars were the color of cabbage. Tricky. Masking! If they were black or red, they would be immediately noticeable. And everyone remembered the red barbel: Is he alive?

Kostya opened the box: alive!

Is he useful?

No one knew whether the red barbel was useful. And having heard from Elena Borisovna that cockroaches are actually forest beetles, they just moved to humans, everyone began to wonder where the red barbel could live in the forest. And they decided that since he was red and also had to camouflage himself from enemies, it meant that he lived where there was something red: flowers or leaves.

Or maybe he couldn’t disguise himself, so he came from the forest to the house?

And you, Kostya, caught him!

“You’re not sorry,” said Yulka, the most compassionate girl in the group, and looked at Kostya so angrily that he wanted to hit her.

Everyone got busy with the tracks again, and Kostya removed Matchbox in pocket. Nobody wanted to look at the barbel anymore.

The children soon finished their work and played again until the nanny called for dinner.

...Kostya entered the group later than everyone else and lingered near the raspberry tree, already without berries, with red leaves. And running past Elena Borisovna, he cheerfully threw up an empty matchbox.

INFORMATION ABOUT THE COMPETITION “KHAKASSIA - TERRITORY OF PARTNERSHIP”AND “CHARITY SEASON 2008”

The competition “Khakassia - Territory of Partnership” was held for non-profit organizations and volunteer associations of Khakassia with the aim of involving the population in the development and implementation of social projects. The event took place within the framework of the “Charity Season” - a partnership project in which government authorities, business structures and non-profit organizations take part. Its organizers were: Ministry of Regional Policy of the Republic

Khakassia, Center for Social Programs of RUSAL, Chamber of Commerce and Industry, Association "Council Municipalities RH", youth organization "Edelweiss", public charitable foundation "Combating Illicit Drug Trafficking". The general grant fund was formed from funds from UC RUSAL, the public charitable foundation “Fighting Illicit Drug Trafficking”, LLC “SyVel” and the manufacturing commercial company “Temp”.

Methodical piggy bank

Ecological fairy tales for preschool children

Bespalova Larisa Vladimirovna

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- A. Lopatina………………………………………………………...3

Who decorates the earthA. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………………..3

Mighty Blade of GrassM. Skrebtsova………………………………………………………………………………...4

The story of one Christmas tree(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..6

The Tale of the Little Cedar(Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………..7

Ecological tales about water………………………………………………………………..8

- The story of one drop(sad tale about water)………………………………………………………8

How Cloud was in the desert(a tale about a place where there is no water)……………………………………..9

The Power of Rain and Friendship(tale about the life-giving power of water)…………………………………….10

The Story of Little Frog(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)…………………………………………………………………………………………………………… ………………eleven

Every living thing needs water(Ecological fairy tale)……………………………………………...11

A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth(Ecological fairy tale)…………………12

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Bunny and Bear(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………..13

Masha and the Bear (Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………………………………………………14

No place for trash(Ecological fairy tale)………………………………………………………………..15

A tale about a trash-cursor(Ecological fairy tale)…………………………………………16

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Noble mushroomM. Malyshev………………………………………………………………………………18

Brave honey fungusE. Shim………………………………………………………………………………………19

War of the mushrooms…………………………………………………………………………………………………………………..20

Introduction to mushroomsA. Lopatina……………………………………………………………………………….…..21

Mushroom pharmacyA. Lopatina………………………………………………………………………………....23

Two tales N. Pavlova……………………………………………………………………………………………….…25

For mushrooms N. Sladkov…………………………………………………………………………………………………………..28

fly agaric N. Sladkov………………………………………………………………………………………...29

Rival O. Chistyakovsky………………………………………………………………………………...…29

Ecological tales about plants

Why is the earth's dress green?

A. Lopatina

What's the greenest thing on earth? - a little girl once asked her mother.

Grass and trees, daughter,” my mother answered.

Why did they choose green and not some other color?

This time my mother thought for a moment and then said:

The Creator asked the sorceress Nature to sew a dress in the color of faith and hope for his beloved Earth, and Nature gave the Earth a green dress. Since then, a green carpet of fragrant herbs, plants and trees gives birth to hope and faith in a person’s heart, making it purer.

But by autumn the grass dries out and the leaves fall off.

Mom thought again for a long time, and then asked:

Did you sleep sweetly in your soft bed today, daughter?

The girl looked at her mother in surprise:

I slept well, but what does my bed have to do with it?

Flowers and herbs sleep in the fields and forests under a soft fluffy blanket, just as sweetly as you do in your crib. Trees rest to gain new strength and delight the hearts of people with new hopes. And so that we don’t forget during the long winter that the Earth has a green dress, and don’t lose our hopes, the Christmas tree and the pine tree are our joy and turn green in winter.

Who decorates the earth

A. Lopatina

A long time ago, our Earth was a deserted and hot celestial body; there was no vegetation, no water, or those beautiful colors that decorate it so much. And then one day God decided to revive the earth, he scattered a countless number of seeds of life all over the earth and asked the Sun to warm them with his warmth and light, and the Water to give them life-giving moisture.

The sun began to warm the Earth and water, but the seeds did not sprout. It turned out that they did not want to grow gray, because only gray monochromatic soil spread around them, and there were no other colors. Then God commanded a multi-colored Rainbow-arc to rise above the earth and decorate it.

Since then, the Rainbow Arc appears every time the sun shines through the rain. She stands above the ground and looks to see if the Earth is beautifully decorated.

Here are clearings in the forest. They look alike, like twin sisters. They are sisters. Everyone has one forest-father, everyone has one mother earth. The Polyana sisters put on colored dresses every spring, show off in them, and ask:

Am I the whitest in the world?

All blush?

Bluer?

The first clearing is all white with daisies.

In the second, sunny meadow, small carnation stars with red sparks in the centers bloomed, and the whole meadow became blush pink. On the third, surrounded by old spruce trees, forget-me-nots bloomed and the clearing became blue. The fourth is lilac with bells.

And suddenly Rainbow Arc sees black fire wounds, gray trampled spots, torn holes. Someone tore, burned, and trampled the multi-colored dress of the Earth.

The Rainbow Arc asks the heavenly beauty, the golden sun, the clean rains to help the earth heal its wounds, to sew a new dress for the earth. Then the Sun sends golden smiles to the earth. The sky sends blue smiles to the Earth. The rainbow arc gives the Earth smiles of all colors of joy. And Heavenly Beauty turns all these smiles into flowers and herbs. She walks the Earth and decorates the Earth with flowers.

Multi-colored meadows, meadows and gardens begin to smile at people again. These are the blue smiles of forget-me-nots - for true memory. These are the golden smiles of dandelions - for happiness. Red smiles of carnations are for joy. Lilac smiles of bluebells and meadow geraniums are for love. Every morning the Earth meets people and extends all its smiles to them. Take it people.

Mighty Blade of Grass

M. Skrebtsova

One day the trees began to spare the grass:

We feel sorry for you, grass. There is no one lower than you in the forest. Everyone is trampling on you. They got used to your softness and pliability and stopped noticing you completely. For example, everyone takes us into account: people, animals, and birds. We are proud and tall. You too, grass, need to reach up.

The grass answers them proudly:

I don’t need pity, dear trees. Even though I am not tall enough, I am of great use. When they walk on me, I just rejoice. That's why I have grass, to cover the ground: it's more comfortable to walk on a green mat than on bare ground. If someone gets caught in the rain on the way, and the paths and roads turn into mud, you can wipe your feet on me like a clean towel. I am always clean and fresh after the rain. And in the morning, when there is dew on me, I can even wash myself with grass.

Besides, trees, I only look weak. Look at me carefully. They crushed me, trampled me, but I was intact. It’s not like a person, a cow or a horse walks on me, - and they weigh quite a lot - four, or even five centners - but I don’t care. Even a multi-ton car can pass over me, but I’m still alive. Of course, the pressure on me is incredible, but I endure. Little by little I straighten up and sway again, as before. You trees, although tall, often cannot withstand hurricanes, but I, weak and low, don’t care about hurricanes.

The trees are silent, the grass has nothing to say to them, but she continues:

If my fate falls to be born where people decided to lay a path, I still do not die. They trample me day after day, press me into the mud with their feet and wheels, and I again reach out with new shoots towards light and warmth. Ant grass and plantain even like to settle right on the roads. It’s as if they’ve been testing their strength all their lives, and they don’t give up yet.

The trees exclaimed:

Yes, grass, you have Herculean strength hidden within you.

Mighty Oak says:

I remembered now how the city birds told me how you break through thick asphalt in the city. I didn’t believe them then, I laughed. And no wonder: people use crowbars and jackhammers to manage this thickness, and you are so tiny.

The grass exclaimed joyfully:

Yes, oak, breaking asphalt is not a problem for us. Newly born dandelion sprouts in cities often swell and tear the asphalt.

The birch tree, which had been silent until now, said:

I, little grass, never considered you worthless. I have admired your beauty for a long time. We trees have only one face, but you have many faces. Whomever you see in the clearing: sunny daisies, red flowers of carnations, golden tansy buttons, delicate bells, and cheerful fireweed. A forester I know told me that there are about 20 thousand different species of grass in our country, but smaller trees and shrubs - only two thousand.

Then, unexpectedly, a hare intervened in the conversation, raising her own hares on forest clearing output:

From us, hares, grass, low bow to you too. I had no idea that you were so strong, but I always knew that you were the most useful of all. For us, you are the best treat, juicy and nutritious. Many wild animals will prefer you to any other food. The giant elk himself bows his head to you. People won't live a day without you. They specially raise you in fields and vegetable gardens. After all, wheat, rye, corn, rice and various vegetables are also herbs. And you have so many vitamins that you can’t count them!

Then something rustled in the bushes, and the hare and her cubs quickly hid, and just in time, because a thin red fox ran out into the clearing. She began to hastily bite the green blades of grass.

Fox, you are a predator, have you really begun to eat grass? - the trees asked in surprise.

Not to eat, but to be treated. Animals are always treated with grass. Don't you know? - answered the fox.

Not only animals, people are also treated by me for various diseases,” explained the grass. - One grandmother-herbalist said that herbs are a pharmacy with the most precious medicines.

Yes, grass, you know how to heal, in this you are like us,” the pine tree entered the conversation.

In fact, dear pine tree, this is not the only way I resemble trees. Since we have such a conversation, I will tell you the ancient secret of our origin,” the grass said solemnly. - Usually we herbs don’t tell anyone about this. So listen: before, grasses were trees, but not simple ones, but powerful ones. This happened millions of years ago. The mighty giants had to endure many trials during this time. Those of them that found themselves in the most difficult conditions became smaller and smaller until they turned into grass. So it's no surprise that I'm so strong.

Here the trees began to look for similarities between each other and the grass. Everyone is noisy and interrupting each other. They got tired and finally quieted down.

Then the grass tells them:

You shouldn’t feel sorry for someone who doesn’t need pity, right, dear trees?

And all the trees immediately agreed with her.

The story of one Christmas tree

Ecological fairy tale

This is a sad story, but it was told to me by old Aspen, which grows on the edge of the forest. Well, let's begin.

Once upon a time, a Christmas tree grew up in our forest, she was small, defenseless and everyone took care of her: large trees protected her from the wind, birds pecked at the black furry caterpillars, the rain watered her, the breeze blew in the heat. Everyone loved Yolochka, and she was kind and affectionate. No one could hide the little bunnies better than her from an evil wolf or a cunning fox. All animals and birds were treated with its fragrant resin.

Time passed, our Christmas tree grew up and became so beautiful that birds from neighboring forests flew in to admire it. There has never been such a beautiful slender and fluffy Christmas tree in the forest! The Christmas tree knew about its beauty, but was not at all proud, it was still the same, sweet and kind.

The New Year was approaching, it was a troublesome time for the forest, because how many beautiful forest Christmas trees faced the sad fate of falling under the ax. One day two magpies flew in and began to chirp that a man was walking through the forest looking for the most beautiful tree. Our Christmas tree began to call the person, waving its fluffy branches, trying to attract his attention. Poor thing, she didn’t know why he needed the tree. She thought that he, like everyone else, wanted to admire her beauty, and the man noticed the Christmas tree.

“Stupid, stupid,” old Aspen shook its branches and creaked, “hide, hide!!!”

Never before had he seen such a beautiful, slender and fluffy Christmas tree. “Good, just what you need!” - said the man and... He began to chop the thin trunk with an axe. The Christmas tree screamed in pain, but it was too late, and she fell into the snow. Surprise and fear were her last feelings!

When a man roughly pulled the Christmas tree by the trunk, tender green branches broke off and scattered the Christmas tree's trail in the snow. A terrible ugly stump is all that remains of the Christmas tree in the forest.

This is the story the old creaky Aspen told me...

The Tale of the Little Cedar

Ecological fairy tale

I want to tell you an interesting tale that I heard in the forest while picking mushrooms.

One day in the taiga two squirrels got into a fight over a pine cone and dropped it.

When the cone fell, a nut fell out of it. He fell into the soft and fragrant pine needles. The nut lay there for a long time and then one day it turned into a cedar sprout. He was proud and thought that he had learned a lot during the time that he lay in the ground. But the old fern, which grew nearby, explained to him that he was still very small. And he pointed to the tall cedars.

“You will be the same and live another three hundred years!” - said the fern to the cedar sprout. And the cedar began to listen to the fern and learn from it. Kedrenok learned a lot of interesting things over the summer. I stopped being afraid of the hare, which often ran past. I rejoiced at the sun, which looked through the huge paws of pines and large cedars.

But one day a terrible incident happened. One morning, Kedrenok saw that all the birds and animals were running past him. They were terribly frightened by something. It seemed to Kedrenk that now he would definitely be trampled, but he did not know that the worst was yet to come. Soon white choking smoke appeared. Fern explained to Kedrenk that this is a forest fire that kills everything in its path.

“Will I never grow up to be a big cedar?” - thought Kedrenok.

And now red tongues of fire were already close, crawling through the grass and trees, leaving behind only black coals. It's already getting hot! Kedrenok began to say goodbye to the fern, when suddenly he heard a loud buzzing and saw a huge bird in the sky. It was a rescue helicopter. Water started pouring out of the helicopter at the same moment.

"We are saved"! – Kedrenok was delighted. Indeed, the water stopped the fire. The cedar tree was not injured, but one branch of the fern was scorched.

In the evening, Kedrenok asked the fern, “Where did this terrible fire come from?”

Fern explained to him that this disaster happens due to the carelessness of people who come to the forest to pick mushrooms and berries. People light a fire in the forest and leave embers, which then flare up in the wind.

"How so"? – the little cedar was surprised. “After all, the forest feeds them, treats them with berries and mushrooms, but they destroy it.”

“When every person thinks about this, then maybe there will be no fires in our forests,” said the old and wise fern.

“In the meantime, we have only one hope that we will be rescued in time.”

And when I heard this fairy tale, I really wanted all people to take care of nature, which treats them with its gifts. And I hope that the main character of my fairy tale “Kedrenok” will grow up to be a big cedar and live for three hundred, and maybe more years!

Ecological tales about water

The story of one drop

(sad tale about water)

A transparent stream of water ran from an open tap. The water fell directly to the ground and disappeared, irrevocably absorbed into the soil cracked by the scorching rays of the sun.

A heavy drop of water, timidly peeking out from this stream, looked down with caution. In a split second, her entire long, eventful life flashed through her head.

She remembered how, frolicking and playing in the sun, she, Little Droplet, appeared from a young and daring Spring that timidly made its way out of the ground. With her sisters, the same mischievous Little Droplets, she frolicked among those who whispered to them sweet words birches, among meadows glowing with bright colors, among fragrant forest herbs. How Little Drop loved to look into the clear high sky, at the feather-light clouds slowly floating and reflected in the small mirror of the Spring.

The droplet remembered how the Spring, which over time became bold and strong, turned into a noisy stream and, knocking down stones, hills and sandy mounds on its way, swept through the lowlands, choosing a place for its new refuge.

Thus was born the River, which wound like a serpentine, bypassing virgin forests and high mountains.

And now, having become mature and full-flowing, the River sheltered burbot and perch, bream and pike perch in its waters. Small fish frolicked in its warm waves, and a predatory pike hunted for it. Many birds nested along the banks: ducks, wild geese, mute swans, gray herons. At sunrise, roe deer and deer visited the watering hole, the thunderstorm of the local forests - the wild boar with its brood - did not mind tasting the cleanest and most delicious icy water.

Often a Man came to the shore, settled down by the River, enjoyed its coolness in the summer heat, admired the sunrises and sunsets, marveled at the harmonious chorus of frogs in the evening, looked with tenderness at a pair of swans who settled nearby by the water.

And in winter, children's laughter could be heard near the River; children and adults set up a skating rink on the River and were now gliding along the sparkling mirror of ice on sleds and skates. And where was there to sit still! The droplets watched them from under the ice and shared their joy with the people.

All this happened. But it seems so long ago!

For so many years, Droplet has seen a lot. She also learned that springs and rivers are not inexhaustible. And the Man, the same Man who so loved to be on the shore, enjoy the River, drink cold spring water, this Man takes this water for his needs. Yes, he doesn’t just take it, but spends it in a completely uneconomical way.

And now water flowed out in a thin stream from the tap, and a drop of water, closing its eyes, set off into a frightening, unknown future.

“Do I have a future? - Drop thought with horror. “After all, I’m going, it seems, to nowhere.”

How Cloud was in the desert

(a tale about a place where there is no water)

Cloud once got lost. She ended up in the desert.

How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought, looking around. - Everything is so yellow...

The wind came and leveled the sandy hills.

How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought again. - Everything is so smooth...

The sun began to get hotter.

How beautiful it is here! – Cloud thought once again. - Everything is so warm...

The whole day passed like this. Behind him is the second, the third... Cloud was still delighted with what she saw in the desert.

Week is gone. Month. It was both warm and light in the desert. The sun has chosen this place on earth. The wind often came here.

There was only one thing missing here - blue lakes, green meadows, birds singing, the splash of fish in the river.

Cloud cried. No, the desert cannot see lush meadows or dense oak forests, its inhabitants cannot inhale the scent of flowers, nor can it hear the ringing trill of a nightingale.

The most important thing is missing here - WATER, and, therefore, there is no LIFE.

The Power of Rain and Friendship

(a tale about the life-giving power of water)

An alarmed Bee was circling over the lawn.

How can this be? It hasn't rained for many days.

She looked around the lawn. The bells lowered their heads dejectedly. Daisies folded their snow-white petals. The drooping grasses looked up to the sky with hope. The birches and rowan trees were talking sadly among themselves. Their leaves gradually turned from soft green to dirty gray, turning yellow before our eyes. It became hard for the Bugs, Dragonflies, Bees and Butterflies. The Hare, Fox and Wolf were languishing from the heat in their warm fur coats, hiding in holes and not paying attention to each other. And Grandfather Bear climbed into a shady raspberry patch to at least escape from the scorching sun.

Tired of the heat. But there was still no rain.

Grandfather Bear, - Bee buzzed, - tell me what to do. There is no escape from the s-s-heat. The rain-j-zhidik probably forgot about our puddle-zh-zhayka.

And you find a free Wind - a breeze, - answered the old wise Bear, - he walks all over the world, knows about everything that is happening in the world. He will help.

The Bee flew off in search of the Wind.

And he was playing mischief at that time in distant countries. Little Bee found him and told him about the trouble. They hurried to the lawn forgotten by Rain, and along the way they took with them a light Cloud resting in the sky. Cloud did not immediately understand why Bee and Breeze disturbed him. And when I saw drying forests, fields, meadows, and unfortunate animals, I became worried:

I will help the lawn and its inhabitants!

The Cloud frowned and turned into a rain cloud. The cloud began to swell, covering the entire sky.

She sulked and sulked until she burst into warm summer rain.

The rain danced dashingly across the revived lawn. He walked on the Earth, and everything around

fed on water, sparkled, rejoiced, sang a hymn to rain and friendship.

And the Bee, contented and happy, at that time was sitting under a wide Dandelion leaf and thinking about the life-giving power of water and that we often do not appreciate this amazing gift of nature.

The Story of Little Frog

(a good fairy tale about the water cycle in nature)

Little Frog was bored. All the Frogs around were adults, and he had no one to play with. Now he was lying on a wide leaf of a river lily and carefully looking at the sky.

The sky is so blue and alive, like the water in our pond. This must be the pond, only in reverse. If so, then there are probably frogs there.

He jumped up on his thin legs and shouted:

Hey! Frogs from the heavenly pond! If you can hear me, respond! Let's be friends!

But no one responded.

Ah well! - exclaimed the Frog. – Are you playing hide and seek with me?! There you are!

And he made a funny grimace.

Mother Frog, who was tracking a mosquito nearby, just laughed.

Silly you! The sky is not a pond, and there are no frogs there.

But rain often drips from the sky, and at night it darkens, just like our water in the pond. And these tasty mosquitoes so often fly into the air!

How little you are,” Mom laughed again. “The mosquitoes need to escape from us, so they fly into the air.” And the water in our pond on hot days evaporates, rises into the sky, and then returns to our pond again in the form of rain. Got it, baby?

“Yeah,” the Little Frog nodded his green head.

And I thought to myself:

Anyway, someday I will find a friend from heaven. After all, there is water there! Which means there are Frogs!!!

Every living thing needs water

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there lived a hare. One day he decided to take a walk in the forest. The day was very cloudy, it was raining, but this did not stop the bunny from taking a morning walk through his native forest. A bunny is walking, walking, and a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.

- “Hello hedgehog! Why are you so sad?"

- “Hello bunny! Why be happy, just look at the weather, it’s been raining all morning, the mood is disgusting.”

- “Hedgehog, imagine what would happen if there was no rain at all, and the sun always shone.”

- “It would be great, we could walk, sing songs, have fun!”

- “Yeah, hedgehog, it’s not like that. If there is no rain, all the trees, grass, flowers, all living things will wither and die.”

- “Come on, hare, I don’t believe you.”

- “Let's check it out”?

- “And how are we going to check this?”

- “Very simple, here’s a hedgehog holding a bouquet of flowers, this is a gift from me.”

- “Oh thank you bunny, you are a real friend!”

- “Hedgehog and you give me flowers.”

- “Yes, just take it.”

- “And now it’s time to check the hedgehog. Now we will each go to our own homes. I will put my flowers in a vase and pour water into it. And you, hedgehog, also put flowers in a vase, but don’t pour water.”

- “Okay, hare. Goodbye"!

Three days have passed. The hare, as usual, went for a walk in the forest. On this day it was shining bright sun and warmed with its warm rays. A bunny is walking and suddenly a hedgehog with no head or legs meets him.

- “Hedgehog, are you sad again?” The rain has long stopped, the sun is shining, the birds are singing, the butterflies are fluttering. You should be happy."

- “Why should the hare be happy? The flowers you gave me have dried up. I’m so sorry, it was your gift.”

- “Hedgehog, do you understand why your flowers have dried up”?

“Of course I understand, I understand everything now. They dried out because they were in a vase without water.”

- “Yes, hedgehog, all living things need water. If there is no water, all living things will dry out and die. And rain is droplets of water that fall to the ground and nourish all the flowers and plants. Trees. Therefore, you need to enjoy everything, rain and sun.”

- “Bunny, I understood everything, thank you. Let’s go for a walk through the forest together and enjoy everything around us!”

A tale of water, the most wonderful miracle on Earth

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there lived a king, and he had three sons. One day the king gathered his sons and ordered them to bring a MIRACLE. The eldest son brought gold and silver, the middle son brought precious stones, and the youngest son brought ordinary water. Everyone started laughing at him, and he said:

Water is the greatest miracle on Earth. The traveler I met was ready to give me all his jewelry for a sip of water. He was thirsty. I gave him clean water to drink and gave him some more to spare. I didn’t need his jewelry; I realized that water is more valuable than any wealth.

And another time I saw a drought. Without rain, the whole field dried up. It came to life only after it rained, filling it with life-giving moisture.

For the third time I had to help people put out a forest fire. Many animals suffered from it. If we had not stopped the fire, the whole village could have burned down if it had spread to it. We needed a lot of water, but we managed with all our might. That was the end of my search.

And now, I think you all understand why water is a wonderful miracle, because without it there would be nothing alive on Earth. Birds, animals, fish, and people cannot live a day without water. And water also has magical powers: it turns into ice and steam,” the youngest son finished his story and showed all the honest people the wonderful properties of water.

The king listened to his youngest son and declared water the greatest miracle on earth. In his royal Decree, he ordered to conserve water and not pollute water bodies.

Ecological tales about garbage

Bunny and Bear

Ecological fairy tale

This story happened in our forest, and a familiar magpie brought it to me on its tail.

One day the Bunny and the Little Bear went for a walk in the forest. They took food with them and set off. The weather was wonderful. The gentle sun was shining. The animals found a beautiful clearing and stopped there. The Bunny and the Little Bear played, had fun, and tumbled on the soft green grass.

Towards evening they got hungry and sat down to have a snack. The kids ate their fill, littered and, without cleaning up after themselves, ran home happy.

Time has passed. The playful girls went for a walk in the forest again. We found our clearing, it was no longer as beautiful as before, but the friends were in high spirits, and they started a competition. But trouble happened: they stumbled upon their garbage and got dirty. And the little bear got his paw into a tin can and for a long time could not free it. The kids realized what they had done, cleaned up after themselves and never littered again.

This is the end of my story, and the essence of the tale is that nature is not able to cope with pollution itself. Each of us must take care of her and then we will walk in a clean forest, live happily and beautifully in our city or village and will not end up in the same story as the animals.

Masha and the Bear

Ecological fairy tale

In one kingdom, in one state, on the edge of a small village, there lived a grandfather and a woman in a hut. And they had a granddaughter - a restless girl named Masha. Masha and her friends loved to go for walks on the street and play different games.

Not far from that village there was a large forest. And, as you know, three bears lived in that forest: papa bear Mikhailo Potapych, mama bear Marya Potapovna, and little bear son Mishutka. They lived very well in the forest, they had enough of everything - there was a lot of fish in the river, there were enough berries and roots, and they stored honey for the winter. And how clean the air was in the forest, the water in the river was clear, the grass was green all around! In a word, they lived in their hut and did not grieve.

And people loved to go to this forest for various needs: some to collect mushrooms, berries and nuts, some to chop firewood, and some to prepare twigs and bark for weaving. That forest fed and helped everyone. But then Masha and her friends got into the habit of going into the forest, organizing picnics and walks. They have fun, play, pick rare flowers and herbs, break young trees, and leave behind garbage - as if the whole village came and trampled. Wrappers, pieces of paper, juice and drink bags, lemonade bottles and much more. They didn’t clean up anything after themselves, they thought nothing bad would happen.

And it became so dirty in that forest! Mushrooms and berries no longer grow, and flowers are no longer pleasing to the eye, and animals began to run away from the forest. At first, Mikhailo Potapych and Marya Potapovna were surprised, what happened, why was it so dirty all around? And then they saw Masha and her friends relaxing in the forest, and they understood where all the forest troubles came from. Mikhailo Potapych became furious! At a family council, the bears came up with a plan to teach Masha and her friends a lesson. Papa Bear, Mama Bear and little Mishutka collected all the garbage, and at night they went to the village and scattered it around the houses, and left a note telling people not to go into the forest anymore, otherwise Mikhailo Potapych would bully them.

People woke up in the morning and couldn’t believe their eyes! All around there is dirt, garbage, no earth in sight. And after reading the note, people were saddened; how could they now live without the gifts of the forest? And then Masha and her friends realized what they had done. They apologized to everyone and collected all the trash. And they went into the forest to ask the bears for forgiveness. They apologized for a long time, promised not to harm the forest anymore, to be friends with nature. The bears forgave them and taught them how to behave correctly in the forest and not cause harm. And everyone only benefited from that friendship!

No place for trash

Ecological fairy tale

Once upon a time there was Garbage. He was ugly and angry. Everyone was talking about him. Garbage appeared in the city of Grodno after people began throwing bags, newspapers, and leftover food past trash cans and containers. Garbage was very proud that his possessions were everywhere: in every house and yard. Those who throw garbage add “strength” to garbage. Some people throw candy wrappers everywhere, drink water and throw bottles. The trash just rejoices at this. After some time, there was more and more garbage.

Not far from the city lived a Wizard. He loved the clean city very much and rejoiced at the people who lived in it. One day he looked at the city and was very upset. There are candy wrappers, paper, and plastic cups everywhere.

The Wizard called his assistants: Cleanliness, Neatness, Order. And he said: “You see what people have done! Let's bring order to this city! The assistants, together with the Wizard, began to restore order. They took brooms, dustpans, rakes and began to remove all the garbage. Their work was in full swing: “We are friends with cleanliness and order, but we don’t need garbage at all,” the assistants chanted. I saw Garbage that Cleanliness was walking through the city. She saw him and said: “Come on, Garbage, hold on - it’s better not to fight with us!”

The garbage was terrified. Yes, when he screams: “Oh, don’t touch me! I lost my wealth - where can I go?” Neatness, Cleanliness and Order looked at him sternly and began to threaten him with a broom. He ran from the city of Garbage, saying: “Well, I’ll find a shelter for myself, there’s a lot of garbage - they won’t remove it all. There are still yards, I’ll wait for better times!”

And the Wizard's assistants removed all the garbage. All around the city it became clean. Cleanliness and Neatness began to sort out all the garbage put in bags. Purity said: “This is paper - not garbage. You need to collect it separately. After all, new notebooks and textbooks are made from it,” and she placed old newspapers, magazines, and cardboard in a paper container.

Accuracy announced: “We’ll feed the birds and pets with the leftover food. We will take the rest of the food waste into food waste containers. And we will place the glass, empty jars and glassware in a glass container.”

And Order continues: “And we won’t throw away plastic cups and bottles. The children will have new toys made of plastic. There is no garbage in nature, no waste, let’s, friends, learn from nature,” and threw it into the plastic trash bin.

So our wizard and his assistants brought order to the city, taught people to take care Natural resources and explained that one thing is enough to maintain cleanliness - do not litter.

A tale about a trash-cursor

Ecological fairy tale

In a far, distant forest, on a small hill in a small hut, an old forest man and an old forest woman lived and whiled away the years. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man.

And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully in the forest. The old people could be proud of their forest.

And they had two assistants, two bears: the busybody Masha and the grumpy Fedya. So peaceful and affectionate in appearance, they did not give offense to the forest villagers.

And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear autumn morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, they waited: what will happen?

The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People came with baskets, buckets and backpacks to pick up mushrooms. Until the evening, the cars hummed, and the old forest man and the old forest woman sat hidden in the hut. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.

And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The old people came out, sat on the rubble, warmed their bones in the sun and went to stretch their legs and take a walk through the forest. They looked around and were stunned: the forest was not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it would be a pity to even call a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.

The old forest man shook his beard:

So what is this being done?! Let's go, old lady, clean up the forest, remove the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!

They look: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun the screw - and out of the garbage arose an incomprehensible beast, skinny, unkempt and, at the same time, terribly disgusting: Junk-Wretched. The bones rattle, the whole forest laughs:

Along the road through the bushes -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

In untrodden places -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

I am great, many-sided,

I am paper, I am iron,

I am plastic-useful,

I am a glass bottle

I am damned, damned!

I'll settle in your forest -

I will bring a lot of grief!

The forest villagers got scared and called out to the bears. Busy Masha and grumpy Fedya came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What is left for the Junk-Wretched Man to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper. He gathered himself into a heap, spun around like a screw, and again became the Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast at that.

What to do? How to get to Khlamishche-Okayanishche? How long can you chase him through the forest? The old forest dwellers became depressed, the bears became quiet. They just hear someone singing and driving through the forest. They look: and this is the Queen of the Forest on a huge fiery red fox. As he drives, he wonders: why is there so much garbage lying around in the forest?

Remove all this trash immediately!

And the foresters responded:

We can't handle it! This is not just rubbish, it is a Junk-Cursed: an incomprehensible, skinny, unkempt beast.

I don’t see any beast and I don’t believe you!

The Forest Queen bent down, reached for the piece of paper, and wanted to pick it up. And the piece of paper flew away from her. All the garbage gathered in a heap and spun like a screw, becoming a Junk-Cursed: a skinny and disgusting beast.

The Queen of the Forest was not afraid:

Look, what a freak! What a beast! Just a bunch of rubbish! The good pit is crying for you!

She waved her hand - the ground parted, creating a deep hole. The Khlamishche-Okayanische fell there, couldn’t get out, lay down at the bottom.

The Forest Queen laughed:

That's it - it's good!

The old forest people don’t want to let her go, and that’s all. The junk disappeared, but the worries remained.

And if people come again, what will we, Mother, do?

Ask Masha, ask Fedya, let them bring bears to the forest!

The forest has calmed down. The Queen of the Forest rode off on a fiery red fox. The old forest dwellers returned to their little hut, living and living, drinking tea. The sky is frowning or the sun is shining, the forest is beautiful and joyfully bright. There is so much joy and bright joy in the whisper of leaves, in the breath of the wind! Delicate sounds and pure colors, the forest is the most wonderful fairy tale!

But as soon as the cars began to hum again, people with baskets hurried into the forest. And Masha and Fedya hurried to call their bear neighbors for help. They entered the forest, growled, and stood up on their hind legs. People got scared and let's run! They will not return to this forest soon, but they left a whole mountain of garbage.

Masha and Fedya were not at a loss, they taught the bears, they surrounded the Khlamishche-Okayanische, drove them to the pit, and drove them into the pit. He couldn’t get out of there; he lay down at the bottom.

But the troubles of the old forest woman and the forest forest grandfather did not end there. Scoundrel poachers and hunters for bear skins came into the forest. We heard that there are bears in this forest. Save yourself, Masha! Save yourself, Fedya! The forest trembled sadly from the shots. Those who could, flew away, and those who could, ran away. For some reason it became joyless in the forest. Hunting! Hunting! Hunting! Hunting!

But the hunters suddenly notice: a red light flashes behind the bushes.

Save yourself! Let's quickly run out of the forest! Fire is no joke! Let's die! We'll burn!

The hunters noisily climbed into their cars, got scared, and sped out of the forest. And this is just the Queen of the Forest racing on a fiery red fox. She waved her hand - the little hill disappeared, and the hut disappeared with the woodsmen. And the enchanted forest also disappeared. He disappeared as if he had fallen through the ground. And for some reason, in that place there became a huge impassable swamp.

The Queen of the Forest is waiting for people to become kind and wise and stop acting up in the forest.

Ecological tales about mushrooms

Noble mushroom

M. Malyshev

In a cozy forest clearing strewn with flowers, two mushrooms grew - white and fly agaric. They grew up so close that if they wanted, they could shake hands.

As soon as the early rays of the sun woke everyone up plant population clearings, the fly agaric mushroom always said to its neighbor:

Good morning, buddy.

The morning was often good, but the porcini mushroom never responded to the neighbor’s greetings. This went on day after day. But one day at the usual fly agaric " Good morning, buddy,” white mushroom said:

How intrusive you are, brother!

“I’m not intrusive,” the fly agaric modestly objected. - I just wanted to make friends with you.

Ha-ha-ha,” the white man laughed. - Do you really think that I will make friends with you?!

Why not? – the fly agaric asked good-naturedly.

Yes, because you are a toadstool, and I... and I am a noble mushroom! Nobody likes you, fly agarics, because you are poisonous, and we, whites, are edible and tasty. Judge for yourself: we can be pickled, dried, boiled, or fried; we are rarely wormy. People love and appreciate us. And they hardly notice you, except maybe kick you. Right?

That’s right,” the fly agaric sighed sadly. - But look how beautiful my hat is! Bright and cheerful!

Hmm, hat. Who needs your hat? – And the white mushroom turned away from its neighbor.

And at this time, mushroom pickers came into the clearing - a little girl with her father.

Mushrooms! Mushrooms! – the girl shouted cheerfully when she saw our neighbors.

And this one? – the girl asked, pointing to the fly agaric.

Let's leave this one, we don't need it.

Why?

It's poisonous.

Poisonous?! So it needs to be trampled!

Why. It is useful - evil flies land on it and die. The white mushroom is noble, and the fly agaric is healthy. And then, look what a beautiful, bright hat he has!

That’s right,” the girl agreed. - Let it stand.

And the fly agaric remained standing in the colorful clearing, pleasing the eye with its bright red hat with white polka dots...

Brave honey fungus

E. Shim

There were a lot of mushrooms in the fall. Yes, what great fellows - one is more beautiful than the other!

Grandfathers stand under the dark fir trees. They wear white caftans and rich hats on their heads: yellow velvet below, brown velvet above. What a sight for sore eyes!

The boletus fathers stand under the light aspen trees. Everyone is wearing shaggy gray jackets and red hats on their heads. Also a beauty!

Brother boletus grows under the tall pines. They are wearing yellow shirts and oilcloth caps on their heads. Good too!

Under the alder bushes, the Russula sisters perform round dances. Each sister is wearing a linen sundress and has a colored scarf tied around her head. Not bad either!

And suddenly another mushroom mushroom grew near the fallen birch tree. Yes, so invisible, so unsightly! The orphan has nothing: no caftan, no shirt, no cap. He stands barefoot on the ground, and his head is uncovered - his blond curls curl into little ringlets. Other mushrooms saw him and, well, laugh: “Look, how unkempt!” But where did you come out into the white light? Not a single mushroom picker will take you, no one will bow to you! Honey fungus shook his curls and answered:

If he doesn’t bow today, I’ll wait. Maybe someday I’ll come in handy.

But no, mushroom pickers don’t notice it. They walk among the dark fir trees, collecting boletus mushrooms. And it gets colder in the forest. The leaves on the birches turned yellow, on the rowan trees they turned red, on the aspen trees they became covered with spots. At night, chilly dew falls on the moss.

And from this chilly dew the grandfather boletus came down. There is not a single one left, everyone is gone. It’s also chilly for the honey mushroom to stand in the lowlands. But even though his leg is thin, it is light - he took it and moved higher, onto birch roots. And again the mushroom pickers are waiting.

And mushroom pickers walk in the copses, collecting boletus fathers. They still don’t look at Openka.

It became even colder in the forest. The great wind whistled, tore off all the leaves from the trees, and the bare branches swayed. It rains from morning until evening, and there is nowhere to hide from them.

And from these evil rains the boletus fathers came away. Everyone is gone, not a single one is left.

The honey mushroom is also flooded with rain, but although it is puny, it is nimble. He took it and jumped onto a birch stump. No rain will flood it here. But mushroom pickers still don’t notice Openok. They walk in the bare forest, collect butter brothers and russula sisters, and put them in boxes. Is Openka really going to disappear for nothing, for nothing?

It became completely cold in the forest. Muddy clouds moved in, it became dark all around, and snow pellets began to fall from the sky. And from this snow pellets came the boletus brothers and russula sisters. Not a single cap is visible, not a single handkerchief flashes.

The groats also fall out on Openka's uncovered head and get stuck in his curls. But the cunning Honeypaw did not make a mistake here either: he took it and jumped into the birch hollow. He sits under a reliable roof, slowly peeking out: are the mushroom pickers coming? And the mushroom pickers are right there. They wander through the forest with empty boxes, but they cannot find a single fungus. They saw Openka and were so happy: “Oh, my dear!” - They say. - Oh, you are brave! He was not afraid of rain or snow, he was waiting for us. Thank you for helping in the most inclement time! And they bowed low and low to Openko.

Mushroom War

In the red summer there is a lot of everything in the forest - all kinds of mushrooms, and all kinds of berries: strawberries with blueberries, raspberries with blackberries, and black currants. The girls walk through the forest, pick berries, sing songs, and the boletus mushroom, sitting under an oak tree, puffs up, rushes out of the ground, gets angry at the berries: “You see that there are more of them! It used to be that we were honored, held in esteem, but now no one will even look at us!

Wait, - thinks the boletus, the head of all mushrooms, - we, mushrooms, have great power - we will oppress, strangle it, the sweet berry!

The boletus conceived and wished for war, sitting under the oak tree, looking at all the mushrooms, and he began to pick mushrooms, began to call for help:

Go, little girls, go to war!

The waves refused:

We are all old ladies, not guilty of war.

Go away, honey mushrooms!

Openings refused:

Our legs are painfully thin, we won’t go to war.

Hey you morels! - shouted the boletus mushroom. -Gear up for war!

The morels refused, they said:

We are old men, no way are we going to war!

The mushroom got angry, the boletus got angry, and he shouted in a loud voice:

You guys are friendly, come fight with me, beat up the arrogant berry!

Milk mushrooms with loads responded:

We, milk mushrooms, we are going with you to war, to the forest and field berries, we will throw our hats at them, trample them with our heels!

Having said this, the milk mushrooms climbed out of the ground together, the dry leaf rises above their heads, a formidable army rises.

“Well, there’s trouble,” the green grass thinks.

And at that time, Aunt Varvara came into the forest with a box - wide pockets. Seeing the great mushroom strength, she gasped, sat down and, well, picked mushrooms and put them in the back. I picked it up completely, carried it home, and at home I sorted the mushrooms by type and by rank: honey mushrooms - into tubs, honey mushrooms - into barrels, morels - into alyssettes, milk mushrooms - into baskets, and the boletus mushroom ended up in a bunch; it was pierced, dried and sold.

Since then, the mushroom and berry have stopped fighting.

Introduction to mushrooms

A. Lopatina

At the beginning of July it rained for a whole week. Anyuta and Mashenka became depressed. They missed the forest. Grandmother let them go for a walk in the yard, but as soon as the girls got wet, she immediately called them home. Porfiry the cat said when the girls called him for a walk:

What's the point of getting wet in the rain? I’d rather sit at home and write a fairy tale.

“I also think that a soft sofa is a more suitable place for cats than damp grass,” Andreika chimed in.

Grandfather, returning from the forest in a wet raincoat, laughing, said:

The July rains nourish the earth and help it grow crops. Don’t worry, we’ll go to the forest to pick mushrooms soon.

Alice, shaking herself so that wet dust flew in all directions, said:

The russula have already started to climb, and in the aspen forest two small boletuses with red caps popped up, but I left them, let them grow up.

Anyuta and Mashenka were looking forward to their grandfather taking them mushroom picking. Especially after he once brought a whole basket of young mushrooms. Taking out the strong mushrooms with gray legs and smooth brown caps from the basket, he said to the girls:

Come on, guess the riddle:

In the grove near the birch tree we met namesakes.

“I know,” Anyuta exclaimed, “these are boletus mushrooms, they grow under birch trees, and aspen boletuses grow under aspen trees.” They look like boletus mushrooms, but their caps are red. There are also boletus mushrooms, they grow in forests, and multi-colored russula grow everywhere.

Yes, you know our mushroom literacy! - Grandfather was surprised and, taking out a whole heap of yellow-red lamellar mushrooms from the basket, said:

Since all mushrooms are familiar to you, help me find the right word:

Golden…

Very friendly sisters,

They wear red berets,

Autumn is brought to the forest in the summer.

The girls were silent in embarrassment.

This poem is about chanterelles: they grow into a huge family and turn golden in the grass like autumn leaves,” explained the all-knowing Porfiry.

Anyuta said offendedly:

Grandfather, we only studied some mushrooms at school. The teacher told us that many mushrooms are poisonous and should not be eaten. She also said that now even good mushrooms can be poisoned, and it is better not to pick them at all.

The teacher told you correctly that you can’t eat poisonous mushrooms and that now many good mushrooms become harmful to humans. Factories emit all sorts of waste into the atmosphere, so various harmful substances settle in forests, especially near large cities, and mushrooms absorb them. But there are a lot of good mushrooms! You just need to make friends with them, then they themselves will run out to meet you when you come to the forest.

Oh, what a wonderful fungus, strong, plump, in a velvet light brown cap! - Mashenka exclaimed, sticking her nose into the basket.

This, Mashenka, the white one jumped out ahead of time. They usually appear in July. They say about him:

The boletus came out, a strong barrel,

Anyone who sees him will bow down.

Grandfather, why is a boletus called white if it has a brown cap? - Mashenka asked.

Its flesh is white, tasty and fragrant. In boletuses, for example, the flesh turns blue if you cut it, but in white ones the flesh does not darken either when cutting, or when boiling, or when drying. This mushroom has long been considered by people as one of the most nutritious. I have a professor friend who studies mushrooms. So he told me that in boletus mushrooms scientists have found the twenty most important amino acids for humans, as well as many vitamins and minerals. It’s not for nothing that these mushrooms are called forest meat, because they contain even more proteins than meat.

Grandfather, the teacher told us that in the future people will grow all the mushrooms in their gardens and buy them in the store,” said Anyuta, and Mishenka added:

Mom bought us mushrooms at the store - white champignons and gray oyster mushrooms, very tasty. Oyster mushrooms have caps that look like ears, and they grow together as if they were one mushroom.

Your teacher is right, but only Forest mushrooms give to people healing properties forests and its best aromas. A person cannot grow many mushrooms in his garden: they cannot live without trees and forests. The mycelium with the trees, like inseparable brothers, intertwined their roots and feed each other. And there aren’t many poisonous mushrooms, people just don’t know much about mushrooms. Every mushroom is useful in some way. However, if you go into the forest, the mushrooms themselves will tell you everything about themselves.

In the meantime, let me tell you my tale about mushrooms,” Porfiry suggested, and everyone happily agreed.

Mushroom pharmacy

A. Lopatina

I made friends with the forest when I was still a little kitten. The forest knows me well, always greets me like an old acquaintance, and does not hide its secrets from me. One day, due to intense mental work, I developed an acute migraine, and I decided to go into the forest to get some air. I'm walking through the forest, breathing. The air in our pine forest is excellent, and I immediately felt better. By that time, mushrooms were pouring out visibly and invisibly. I sometimes chat with them, but here I had no time to talk. Suddenly, in a clearing, a whole family of butterflies with chocolate slippery hats and yellow caftans with white frills meets me:

Why, cat, are you passing by us and not saying hello? - they ask in unison.

“I have no time for talking,” I say, “my head hurts.”

Moreover, stop and eat us,” they squealed again in unison. - We, boletus, have a special resinous substance that relieves acute headaches.

I never liked raw mushrooms, especially after my grandmother’s delicious mushroom dishes. But then I decided to eat a couple of small butternuts directly raw: my head was really aching. They turned out to be so elastic, slippery and sweet that they slipped into the mouth and relieved the pain in my head.

I thanked them and moved on. I see that my friend the squirrel has turned an old huge pine tree into a mushroom dryer. She dries mushrooms on twigs: russula, honey mushrooms, moss mushrooms. The mushrooms are all good and edible. But among the good and edible ones, I suddenly saw... a fly agaric! Stumbled upon a twig - red, completely speckled. “Why does a squirrel need poisonous fly agaric?” - Think. Then she herself appeared with another fly agaric in her paws.

“Hello, squirrel,” I tell her, “who are you planning to poison with fly agaric mushrooms?”

“You’re talking nonsense,” the squirrel snorted. - Fly agaric is one of the wonderful medicines of the mushroom pharmacy. Sometimes I get bored in the winter and get nervous, then a piece of fly agaric calms me down. Yes, fly agaric helps not only with nervous disorders. It treats tuberculosis, rheumatism, spinal cord, and eczema.

What other mushrooms are there in the mushroom pharmacy? - I ask the squirrel.

I have no time to explain to you, I have a lot to do. Three clearings from here you will find a big fly agaric, he is our main pharmacist, ask him, - the squirrel chattered and galloped away, only the red tail flashed.

I found that clearing. There is a fly agaric on it, it is dark red, and from under the hat there are white trousers pulled down along the leg, even with pleats. Next to him sits a pretty little wave, all tucked up, rounded lips, licking her lips. A cap grew from mushrooms with long brown legs and brown scaly caps on the stump - a friendly family of fifty mushrooms and mushrooms. Young people wear beret hats and white aprons hang on their legs, but old people wear flat hats with a bump in the middle and throw off their aprons: adults have no use for aprons. The talkers sat down in a circle to the side. They are modest people; their hats are not fashionable, gray-brown with the edges turned down. They hide their whitish records under their hats and mutter quietly about something. I bowed to the entire honest company and explained to them why I had come.

Fly Agaric, the chief pharmacist, tells me:

Finally, you, Porfiry, came to see us, otherwise you were always running past. Well, I'm not offended. Lately, rarely anyone bows to me, more often they kick me and knock me down with sticks. In ancient times, it was a different matter: with my help, local healers treated all sorts of skin lesions, diseases of internal organs, and even mental disorders.

People, for example, use penicillin and other antibiotics, but do not remember that they are obtained from mushrooms, not from cap mushrooms, but from microscopic ones. But we, cap mushrooms, are not the last in this matter. The sisters of the talkers and their relatives - the ryadovkas and the serushkas - also have antibiotics, which even successfully cope with tuberculosis and typhus, but mushroom pickers do not favor them. Mushroom pickers sometimes even pass by honey mushrooms. They do not know that honey mushrooms are a storehouse of vitamin B, as well as the most important elements for humans - zinc and copper.

Then a magpie flew into the clearing and chirped:

Nightmare, nightmare, the mother bear's cub fell ill. I snuck into a landfill and ate rotten vegetables there. He is now roaring in pain and rolling on the ground.

The fly agaric bent down to his assistant, the fly agaric, consulted with her and said to the magpie:

To the northwest of the bear's den, false honey mushrooms grow on a stump in lemon-yellow caps. Tell the bear to give them to her son to cleanse his stomach and intestines. But be warned, don’t give too much, otherwise they are poisonous. After two hours, let him feed him boletus: they will calm him down and strengthen him.

Then I said goodbye to the mushrooms and ran home, because I felt that the time had come for me to strengthen my strength with something.

Two tales

N. Pavlova

A little girl went into the forest to pick mushrooms. I went up to the edge and let's show off:

You, Les, better not hide mushrooms from me! I'll still fill my cart full. I know everything, all your secrets!

Don't boast! - the forest made a noise. - Don't brag! Where is everyone?

“But you’ll see,” the girl said and went to look for mushrooms.

In the fine grass, between the birch trees, boletus mushrooms grew: gray, soft caps, stems with black shag. In a young aspen grove gathered thick, strong little aspen boletuses in tightly pulled orange caps.

And in the twilight, under the fir trees, among the rotten pine needles, the girl found short saffron milk caps: red, greenish, striped, and in the middle of the cap there was a dimple, as if an animal had pressed it with its paw.

The girl picked up a basket full of mushrooms, and even with the top on! She came out to the edge and said:

Do you see, Les, how many different mushrooms I picked? This means I understand where to look for them. It was not for nothing that she boasted that I knew all your secrets.

Where is everyone? - Les made a noise. - I have more secrets than leaves on the trees. And what do you know? You don’t even know why boletuses grow only under birches, aspen boletuses - under aspens, saffron milk caps - under fir trees and pine trees.

“Here comes the house,” the girl answered. But she said it just like that, out of stubbornness.

You don’t know this, you don’t know,” the Forest made a noise,

Telling this will be a fairy tale!

“I know what a fairy tale,” the girl stubbornly said. - Wait a little, I’ll remember it and tell you myself.

She sat on a stump, thought, and then began to tell.

There used to be a time when mushrooms did not stand in one place, but ran throughout the forest, danced, stood upside down, and played mischief.

Previously, everyone in the forest knew how to dance. Only Bear couldn't do it. And he was the most important boss. Once in the forest they celebrated the birthday of a hundred-year-old tree. Everyone danced, and the Bear - the one in charge - sat like a tree stump. He felt offended and decided to learn to dance. He chose a clearing for himself and began to exercise there. But he, of course, did not want to be seen, he was embarrassed, and therefore gave the order:

No one should ever appear in my clearing.

And mushrooms loved this clearing very much. And they did not obey the order. They waylaid him when the Bear lay down to rest, left Toadstool to guard him, and they ran off to the clearing to play.

The bear woke up, saw Toadstool in front of his nose and shouted:

Why are you hanging around here? And she answers:

All the mushrooms ran away to your clearing, and they left me on guard.

The bear roared, jumped up, slammed Toadstool and rushed into the clearing.

And the mushrooms played magic wand there. They hid somewhere. The mushroom with a red cap hid under the Aspen, the red-haired one hid under the Christmas tree, and the long-legged one with black shags hid under the Birch.

And the Bear will jump out and scream - Roar! Gotcha, mushrooms! Gotcha! Out of fear, the mushrooms all grew into place. Here Birch lowered her leaves and covered her fungus with them. The aspen dropped a round leaf directly onto the cap of its mushroom.

And the tree scooped up dry needles with its paw towards Ryzhik.

Bear looked for mushrooms, but didn’t find any. Since then, those mushrooms that were hiding under the trees have been growing, each under their own tree. They remember how it saved him. And now these mushrooms are called Boletus and Boletus. And Ryzhik remained Ryzhik, because he was red. That's the whole fairy tale!

You came up with this! - Les made a noise. - It’s a good fairy tale, but there’s not a bit of truth in it. And listen to my true story. Once upon a time there were roots of the forest underground. Not alone - they lived in families: Birch - near Birch, Aspen - near Aspen, Spruce - near the Christmas tree.

And lo and behold, out of nowhere, homeless Roots appeared nearby. Marvelous Roots! The thinnest web is thinner. They rummage through rotten leaves and forest waste, and whatever edible they find there, they eat and put aside for storage. And the Birch Roots stretched out nearby, looking and envying.

We, they say, cannot get anything out of the decay, out of the rot. And Divo-Koreshki responded:

You envy us, but they themselves have more good than ours.

And they guessed right! For nothing that a cobweb is a cobweb.

The Birch Roots received great help from their own Birch Leaves. The leaves sent food down the trunk from top to bottom. And what they used to prepare this food from, you have to ask them themselves. Divo-Koreshki is rich in one thing. Birch Roots - to others. And they decided to be friends. Marvelous Roots clung to the Berezovs and entwined them around them. And the Birch Roots do not remain in debt: whatever they get, they share with their comrades.

Since then they have lived inseparably. It’s good for both. Miracle Roots is growing wider and wider, all reserves are being accumulated. And Birch grows and gets stronger. Summer is in the middle, Birch Roots boast:

Our Birch's earrings are ruffled and the seeds are flying! And Miracle Roots answer:

That's how! Seeds! So it’s time for us to get down to business. No sooner said than done: the little nodules jumped up on the Divo-Roots. At first they are small. But how they began to grow! The Birch Roots didn’t even have time to say anything, but they had already broken through the ground. And they turned around in freedom, under Berezka, like young mushrooms. Legs with black shag. The hats are brown. And from under the caps mushroom seeds-spores fall out.

The wind mixed them with birch seeds and scattered them throughout the forest. This is how the mushroom became related to Birch. And since then he has been inseparable from her. For this they call him Boletus.

That's my whole fairy tale! It's about Boletus, but it's also about Ryzhik and Boletus. Only Ryzhik took a fancy to two trees: the Fir-tree and the Pine.

“This is not a funny fairy tale, but a very amazing one,” said the girl. - Just think, some kind of baby fungus - and suddenly it feeds the giant tree!

For mushrooms

N. Sladkov

I love picking mushrooms!

You walk through the forest and look, listen, smell. You stroke the trees with your hand. I went yesterday. I left at noon. At first I walked along the road. At the birch grove, turn and stop.

cheerful grove! The trunks are white - close your eyes! The leaves flutter in the breeze, like solar ripples on water.

Under the birches there are boletus mushrooms. The leg is thin, the cap is wide. The bottom of the body was covered with only light caps. I sat down on a stump and listened.

I hear: chirping! This is what I need. Went to the chatter - came to Pinery. The pines are red from the sun, as if they were tanned. So much so that the peel peeled off. The wind flutters the peel, and it chirps like a grasshopper. Boletus mushroom in a dry forest. He planted his thick foot on the ground, strained himself, and lifted up a heap of needles and leaves with his head. The hat is pulled down over his eyes, he looks angrily...

I laid the second layer in the body with brown boletus. I stood up and smelled a strawberry scent. I caught a strawberry stream with my nose and walked as if on a string. There is a grassy hill ahead. In the grass, late strawberries are large and juicy. And it smells like they're making jam here!

The strawberries made my lips stick together. I’m not looking for mushrooms, not berries, but water. I barely found a stream. The water in it is dark, like strong tea. And this tea is brewed with mosses, heather, fallen leaves and flowers.

There are aspen trees along the stream. Under the aspen trees there are boletuses. Brave guys - in white T-shirts and red skullcaps. I put the third layer in the box - red.

Through the aspen tree there is a forest path. It twists and turns and where it leads is unknown. And who cares! I go - and for each vilyushka: then chanterelles - yellow gramophones, then honey mushrooms - thin legs, then russula - saucers, and then all sorts of things came: saucers, cups, vases and lids. There are cookies in vases - dry leaves. The tea in the cups is a forest infusion. The top layer in the box is multi-colored. My body has a top. And I keep walking: looking, listening, smelling.

The path ended, and the day ended. Clouds covered the sky. There are no signs either on earth or in heaven. Night, darkness. I went back along the path and got lost. He began to feel the ground with his palm. I felt, I felt, I found the path. So I go, and when I get lost, I feel with my palm. Tired, my hands were scratched. But here's a slap with your palm - water! I scooped it up - a familiar taste. The same stream that is infused with mosses, flowers and herbs. That's right, the palm led me out. Now I checked this with my tongue! And who will lead further? Then he turned his nose.

The wind carried the smell from the very hill on which strawberry jam was cooked during the day. And following the strawberry trickle, like a thread, I came out onto a familiar hill. And from here you can hear the pine scales chirping in the wind!

Then the ear led. It drove and drove and led into a pine forest. The moon came through and illuminated the forest. I saw a cheerful girl in the valley birch grove. The white trunks shine in the moonlight - even if you squint. The leaves flutter in the breeze, like moon ripples on water. I reached the grove by eye. From here there is a direct road to the house. I love picking mushrooms!

You walk through the forest, and you have everything to do: your arms, your legs, your eyes, and your ears. And even the nose and tongue! Breathe, look and smell. Fine!

fly agaric

N. Sladkov

The handsome fly agaric looks kinder than Little Red Riding Hood and is more harmless ladybug. He also looks like a cheerful gnome in a red beaded cap and lace pantaloons: he’s about to move, bow to the waist and say something good.

And in fact, although it is poisonous and inedible, it is not entirely bad: many forest inhabitants even eat it and do not get sick.

Moose sometimes chew, magpies peck, even squirrels, which is why they know about mushrooms, and even those sometimes dry fly agaric mushrooms for the winter.

In small proportions, fly agaric, like snake venom, does not poison, but heals. And the animals and birds know this. Now you know too.

But never - never! - do not try to treat yourself with fly agaric. A fly agaric is still a fly agaric - it can kill you!

Rival

O. Chistyakovsky

One day I wanted to visit a distant hillock, where boletus mushrooms grew in abundance. Here, finally, is my cherished place. Young graceful pines rose along a steep slope, covered with whitish dry moss and already faded heather bushes.

I was overcome with the excitement of a true mushroom picker. With a hidden feeling of joy, he approached the foot of the hill. The eyes searched, it seemed, every square centimeter of the earth. I noticed a white fallen thick leg. He picked it up and turned it over in bewilderment. Boletus leg. Where's the hat? I cut it in half - not a single wormhole. After a few steps, I picked up another leg of a porcini mushroom. Did the mushroom picker really only cut off the caps? I looked around and saw a stem from a russula, and a little further away - from a flywheel.

The feeling of joy gave way to annoyance. After all, this is laughter

Pick up a basket of mushroom stems alone, even from boletus mushrooms!

“We need to go to another place,” I decided and no longer paid attention to the white and yellow posts that came across every now and then.

He climbed out to the top of the mound and sat down to rest on a stump. A few steps away from me, a squirrel lightly jumped from a pine tree. She knocked down a large boletus, which I had just noticed, grabbed the cap with her teeth and ran towards the same pine tree. She strung her hat on a twig about two meters from the ground, and she jumped along the branches, smoothly swinging them. She jumped to another pine tree and jumped from it into the heather. And again the squirrel is on the tree, only this time it is pushing its prey between the trunk and the branch.

So that's who was picking mushrooms on my way! The animal stored them for the winter, hanging them on trees to dry. Apparently, it was more convenient to string the caps onto the knots than the fibrous stems.

Is there really nothing left for me in this forest? I went looking for mushrooms in a different direction. And luck awaited me - in less than an hour I collected a full basket of magnificent boletus mushrooms. My nimble rival did not have time to decapitate them.

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Fairies and animals lived in the same forest in friendship. Fairies helped animals, and animals helped fairies. One day, when the fairies and the bears were setting up Misha’s den, they heard a terrible noise accompanied by strong, acrid smoke. Having abandoned their work, the Fairies decided to see what had happened there. And they saw huge giants there on huge destructive machines. Behind the cars was a huge black barrel with black hot liquid. One of the fairies decided to fly up and see what was in that barrel. When she put her little hand in there, she burned it very badly and her whole hand was covered with black, sticky resin. Everyone was in wild horror and fear and did not know what to do. A day passed and they saw that large, mighty trees, which served as homes for many forest dwellers, began to fall, and in their place - a road. Fairies and animals decided to fly up to people and talk to them. This is what they did, hoping to stop these huge monsters, which mercilessly swept away everything in their path. Ringing their little bells, the little fairies convinced people for a very long time about preserving the forest, about the importance of every tree, every blade of grass, every flower on earth. But people were not bowed down. After a long conversation, people refused the fairies. But the little fairies did not give up. And when people went to sleep at night, the fairies and animals unscrewed all the bolts in these huge machines. The next day, people began work unsuspectingly, but the equipment became uncontrollable and eventually broke down. Then all the inhabitants of the forest came out and drove all the people away. And again the smell of the forest with beautiful meadow flowers. The man inhaled this smell of nature and realized that it was time to stop, destroy forests, rivers, lakes.

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Voronchenko Ulyana Vyacheslavovna

Ecological disaster of the pond.

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there lived a king and a queen. Soon their daughter Aurora was born. The girl grew up very neat and kind, she loved to spend time near the pond. In which she bred various fish. But misfortune befell them. Someone started polluting the pond at night. The first day passed, the second, and on the third day everyone learned that it was Zmey Gorynych. It was he who began to fly to the pond at night for picnics and throw candy wrappers, lemonade bottles, and condensed milk cans.

Aurora cried a lot and said to her father:

Daddy, you are the king, do whatever you want, because the fish die very pitifully...

Of course, my daughter, I am a king and the pond urgently needs to be saved. After all, this threatens an environmental disaster.

And then the king ordered to track down and catch the snake. But the guards were afraid of the Serpent Gorynych, because he breathed fire. The king turned to the people and said:

Whoever frees our pond from the Serpent Gorynych will marry my only daughter.

And then the boy Ivan came. He really liked Aurora and she really liked him. And Ivan said:

I will free you from the snake and prevent an environmental disaster in our state.

Ivan went to fulfill his promise. He came to the pond, the snake was not there. But he saw a crying fish there and asked her:

What's happened?

To which the fish answered him:

How can I not cry, the pond is completely dirty. The snake flies here and pollutes everything around, and doesn’t clean up anything after itself. Look at my fin, I cut it on a tin can thrown by a snake into the pond and all the other fish, my brothers and sisters, were also wounded. Save us Ivan.

And Ivan kept his promise. He liberated the kingdom from the Serpent Gorynych, but how he did it remained a mystery.

The king, in turn, fulfilled his promise, Ivan and Aurora got married, who would have thought that the Serpent Gorynych would be appointed as the caretaker of the frequency of the kingdom.

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Gleb Goncharov 1st "b" class

Once upon a time there lived two brothers on the shore of Lake Motley. Their names were Merlin and Arthur, they were 12 years old. Merlin was a kind wizard, and Arthur loved animals and loved swimming in a clean lake. They always cleared the shore of the lake from garbage. And then one day they went on vacation to their grandmother at sea in the summer. And at this time, bad boys appeared on the lake, throwing pieces of iron, sticks, bags into the lake, cracking seeds, throwing bottles into the water. And the lake became dirty: the fish felt bad and began to call on their friends for help. But no one heard them... The fish began to die. Merlin and Arthur returned from their vacation and saw that the lake had become dirty, the water was dark, it smelled bad, and people had stopped swimming in it. The guys decided to save the lake. Merlin used his magic to lift all the garbage into the air and put it in a huge trash can. Merlin and Arthur got angry and wanted to punish the boys. Merlin turned them into fish that were supposed to clean the lake. All the people thanked them. Good always triumphs over evil! People cannot live without water, let's save it!

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Ecological fairy tale “Save the forest!”

Tishka the bear and his friend Krosh the bunny lived in amazing forest. This forest was simply magical! The pine trees in it stood up to the sky, and what berry fields there were in it. And all the animals and birds in this forest lived happily. One day Tishka and Krosh went to pick blackberries at their mother’s request. They ran merrily along the paths, chatting and laughing. The little animals picked up a basket of berries and went home; they were so happy and were in a hurry to boast to their mother that they had done it so quickly. But something happened! Krosh screamed very loudly and fell to the ground. Tishka ran to his friend and saw that Krosh had pierced his paw on a tin can! This jar was left by people after their vacation. Tishka immediately rushed for help. Poor little bunny, the wolf doctor bandaged his paw and prescribed bed rest. Tishka visited every day. Krosha, and brought him goodies. And soon the friends ran together along the paths again. Suddenly they found themselves in a clearing where they always picked blackberries, but what happened? There is no more clearing! She was burned to the ground! And there are matches and garbage everywhere. Again, people didn’t clean up after themselves, Tishka thought. The friends were very upset and wandered home sad. And every day it became sadder and more terrible to live in our magical forest. Squirrels and birds left the forest in search of new housing. What happened? Why are they leaving? - Krosh asked his mother. What happened was that big cars arrived and knocked down the trees in which animals and birds lived. We’ll probably have to leave soon, Mom said. Krosh did not want to leave his beloved forest, and most of all he did not want to part with his friend Tishka. But the man left no choice for the animals, he did everything to make the animals leave the forest! He cut down forests, polluted clearings with waste, burned forests and hunted animals. Tishka and Krosh were frightened by such actions of people and did not understand why their house was being destroyed and why? Meanwhile, people continued to destroy nature! The animals left this once magical corner of the earth, and not a trace remained of the forest. Man has destroyed the forest! Guys, let's appreciate nature, protect and protect it from garbage, fires and poaching!

P. S: our heroes Tishka and Krosh found themselves new forest and they live happily in it until a person gets there!

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Zhantasova Adina

Once upon a time there lived a squirrel in the forest. She lived well in the forest! The air is clean, the grass is green. There is always something to eat: in the summer - mushrooms and berries, in the winter - dried preparations that she stocked up in the summer. But then one day trouble happened - people and big machines appeared in the forest. People began to cut down centuries-old spruce and cedar trees of valuable species. And young shoots died under the tracks of bulldozers. Many forest inhabitants died: some died of starvation, some were hit by cars. It became empty and sad taiga forest. The animals ran away, the birds scattered. Part of the forest began to look like a battlefield: the ground was dug up, stumps were sticking out all around and branches were lying around. The mushrooms stopped growing and the berries disappeared. And then the squirrel decided: you can’t sit with your tail between your legs and watch nature die. She heard from the magpie that the school has a “Young Ecologist” club, and that the children who attend it protect nature. So she went to these guys. She had to endure a lot of trials: the dog almost grabbed her by the tail, the boys shot at her with a slingshot. But the squirrel endured everything for the sake of a peaceful life in the forest. Finally she got to school and told the kids about the trouble that had happened. The children turned out to be responsive; they loved the forest very much. They decided to help the squirrel. Young environmentalists wrote a letter to the President and called the Ministry of Emergency Situations. What started here! You won't envy evil people with big cars. They were driven out of the forest in disgrace and forced to plant new trees. The guys from the “Young Ecologist” circle led them. It turns out that it is easy to cut down a tree, but much more difficult to grow it. Soon the young forest again delighted the forest inhabitants with mushrooms and berries. And the old owl told that story to the kids like a scary fairy tale. But they liked hearing about the exploits of the brave squirrel more. That's the end of the fairy tale. Take care of the forest, children!

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Zaborovsky Ilya

Curious boy.

Once upon a time there was a very curious boy. He kept asking the same questions: where? How? and why?

One day, before going to bed, the mother told the boy a fairy tale about a stream. About how a streamlet decided to travel the Earth, met his brothers and together they turned into a river. How along the way they helped animals and plants by giving them water.

The boy liked the fairy tale so much that he decided to tell it to his grandfather. In the morning, having woken up, brushed his teeth and had breakfast, the boy ran to visit his grandfather. The grandfather was going to go to the well for water and invited his grandson to take a walk with him.

Grandpa, I want to tell you a fairy tale about Brook, who lived on Earth and about his adventures.

Grandfather nodded his head approvingly. The boy, greedily gasping for air, began to hurriedly tell, and his grandfather listened to him attentively.

Well, grandpa, did you like my fairy tale?

Yes, sure. But this is not a fairy tale. Indeed, a long time ago, the bulk of water was contained in the seas and oceans, rivers and lakes and covered about ¾ of the Earth's surface. In the summer you could swim, dive and even ride on the water on boats, speedboats and motor ships. And now we are forced to go to the only well for water.

Grandfather, where is Water now? I also want to splash in the water. The grandson screamed indignantly.

I knew that you were very curious, but you were also impatient. Grandfather laughed. The boy pouted, but did not contradict his grandfather and waited for the further story.

So, with the development of our society, we began to use much more water for industry, Agriculture and for domestic purposes, without thinking about the fact that water needs to be saved and used wisely. Moreover, we began to pollute the water by dumping waste into it. And the oil spill caused by the tanker crash destroyed all living organisms in the water. The water became dirtier and turbid every year. People have forgotten the importance of Water in their lives. Then Water was very offended by people and decided to teach them a lesson by going on a journey underground. Since then, she has not been seen on Earth again. The only thing she left was a narrow and very deep well, from which we take water for our most basic needs.

Grandfather, but she will come back?

Yes, she promised to return, but only after we corrected our mistakes and learned to take care of nature.

How to do this?

We are already doing this! Must be observed simple rules. The main thing is not to litter. Refuse disposable plastic items (plates, forks and glasses), use rag bags. Sort garbage and recycle it. After all, energy is obtained from organic waste.

Grandfather, so now people have realized their guilt and are doing everything possible to correct their mistakes?

Yes, sure. And we learned to appreciate Water, because without it life is impossible.

Then why doesn't she come back?

I don't know... Maybe she got lost. It is said that a drop of Water can travel with a river for 20 days, but it can take 300 years to travel the same distance underground.

The boy was lost in thought and did not notice how they had already approached the well. Suddenly he ran up to him and began to call for Water.

Water! Water! Forgive us. Come back, please. We will never hurt you again. We will appreciate, protect and take care of you. And I really want to learn to swim.

Miracle! The water heard the boy. She had known for a long time that people began to care about the environment, but she was waiting for her to be called.

After a while, the oceans, seas, rivers and lakes were filled with Water again. And people kept their word and took care of her. The boy learned to swim and all summer he went with his grandfather to the river to swim and dive.

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Ivanov Konstantin Andreevich

The tale of how Kolobok saved the forest

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They lived and did not grieve until Koschey the Deathless built a chemical plant next to their hut. Thick, foul smoke poured out of the plant’s huge chimneys around the clock, poisoning everything around.

One day a grandfather says to his grandmother:

Grandma, bake me a bun.

What will I bake it for you from? - the grandmother sighed, - Wheat will not be born for a long time, the chicken does not lay eggs, the cow does not give milk. And this damn plant! He poisoned all living things with his poisonous emissions!

“Don’t be angry,” the grandfather answers her, “Scratch the bottom of the barrel, mark the barn, maybe you’ll get a bun.”

The grandmother did just that, scraped the bottom of the tree, swept the barn, collected flour, kneaded the dough, and baked a bun. Once she had baked it, she put it on the window to cool. The bun lay there and lay there, got tired of it, jumped off the window, and rolled along the path. He rolls and rolls and is silently surprised at how dull the view is around him, the grass is withered, the trees are without leaves, the birds are not singing, and the sky is covered with a gray haze. Suddenly a gray bunny came towards him, saw the bun and said:

Kolobok, Kolobok, I will eat you!

“I don’t recommend it,” the bun answers him, “you’ll get poisoned.” The flour my grandmother baked me with came from contaminated chemical waste wheat.

The little bunny began to cry happily:

A chemical plant was built here,

It poisons nature all year round!

Our forest was clean and dense.

It became dirty and empty!

Don’t cry, bunny,” says the bun, “Come with me.” We must tell everyone about this outrage!

Kolobok, Kolobok,” says Mishka, “I’ll eat you!”

Well, eat, if life is not dear to you - the bun was not afraid - only the water with which the grandmother kneaded the dough was poisoned by chemical waste.

Yes, yes,” the bunny confirmed, “Previously, in that place there was a milk river with jelly banks, but now it’s a muddy stream.”

Mishka listened to them and began to cry happily:

I used to eat raspberries

Me and my whole family.

We feasted on honey

And flowers grew around.

But Koschey ruined everything,

Poisoned by caustic smoke!

Everything around is infected

But the villain doesn't care!

Don't cry, Mishka! - the bun cried, “You’re so big and strong!” You will help us defeat Koshchei and destroy his factory!

What you! What you! I have already become old, and I am completely weakened from hunger. - answered the bear, sitting down on a tree stump, - Only the hero, Ivan Tsarevich, can defeat Koshchei, but he only sleeps like a hero and knows nothing. If you can wake him up, you will save everyone from imminent death.

We will definitely wake him up! - the bun promised, - Just help us find Ivan Tsarevich.

The bear agreed and led them to a huge cave where Ivan Tsarevich was sleeping in a heroic sleep, but no matter how hard his friends tried to wake the hero, nothing worked. Then they sang a sad song in chorus:

The sun has not been seen for a long time,

Poisonous smoke obscures him.

Plants are dying in forests and gardens,

Disease, hunger and fear are everywhere!

There are no fish splashing in the rivers,

You won't see smiles on their faces.

There is poison in the air and it is difficult for them to breathe.

Stop lying here on your side, Ivan!

This forest and our region are dear to us!

Wake up, hero! And help us!

Ivan Tsarevich suddenly stirred and stretched.

Oh, I slept for a long time!

Hurray! - the friends cried out, and began vying with each other to tell the hero about the atrocities of Koshchei the Immortal. Ivan Tsarevich got angry, jumped on his heroic horse, galloped to Koshchei’s factory and destroyed it, leaving no stone unturned.

The poisonous smoke gradually dissipated, and the friends saw the long-awaited rays of the sun making their way to them.

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One day I went into the forest. The forest was dense, clear-voiced birds sang, the aroma of forbs intoxicated my head. I’m walking along a forest path and I hear a voice: “Stop! Carefully! You will step on me! I looked around there was no one... And then, looking closely at the ground, I saw a green strawberry leaf moving, and under it I saw ants. The ants dragged a sweet, juicy, ripe berry into their anthill. I helped the little workers gather a lot of berries for them.

The ants, friends of the forest, gave me a magic straw in gratitude. “When you need help, say these magic words: “Straw, straw, golden reed, magical power Show your mercy, show your mercy!” and blow into it three times,” said the old ant, and warned: “But keep in mind, grandson, cherished desires You only have two.”

I’m walking happy, singing a song, looking at the clearing and thinking, what am I going to order now with the magic straw: “Pizza with kiwi?” Maybetablet, no, no, no betteripad!» . And in my wonderful dreams I didn’t notice how I suddenly found myself in a faded, yellowed, dying forest. After walking a little, I saw a river with a dirty muddy water, the shore, which was littered with garbage and waste. There was dead silence in the air, but the silence was broken by the crunch of caterpillars chewing grass and tree leaves. I was very scared when I saw such a terrible picture. Nature cried out for help: “Help! Help me!!!". I didn’t know how I could help the forest and the river. And here I remembered the words of the wise ant, and joyfully waved the magic straw and said: “Straw, straw, golden reed, show your magical power, and show your mercy to the Forest!” and blew into it three times. And immediately, the dead forest came to life, a breath of wind carried the familiar aroma of grateful flowers and leaves. I heard birds singing, the leaves on the trees smiled at me through the filaments of the sun, and the tree trunks bent to bow to me. Once again he waved the magic straw and shouted happily: “Straw, straw, golden reed, show your magical power, show your mercy to the River!” The river began to play and dance with ringing tunes. The fish jumped to the beat of this melody.

And I felt so good in my soul that I wanted to always and everywhere see green forests and clean rivers and lakes, and most importantly, do Good!

North Kazakhstan region, Petropavlovsk First gymnasium, student of class 1 “B” Mukhametzhanov Doszhan , March 2014

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Sysoev Nikita Evgenievich

Once upon a time there was a river, At first it was a small, cheerful stream, which hid among tall, slender spruce trees and white-trunked birches, And everyone said: how clean, how tasty the water is in this stream! Then the stream turned into a real river. The water in it no longer flowed so fast, but was still clear and clean.

The river loved to travel. One day she found herself in a city. There were no spruce or birch trees growing here, but there were huge houses in which people lived... a lot of people. They were delighted with River and asked her to stay in the city. The river agreed, and she was chained to the stone banks. Steamships and boats began to sail along it, people sunbathed and rested on the banks. The river fed the whole city.

Years passed, people got used to the River, but they no longer asked it for anything, but did whatever they wanted. One day, a large factory was built on the banks from the pipes of which dirty streams flowed into the River. The river darkened from sadness, became dirty and muddy. No one said anything anymore: “What a clean, beautiful river!” “No one walked on its banks. Various unnecessary things, cans, logs were thrown into the River, cars were washed in it, clothes were washed. And none of the townspeople thought that the River was also alive. And she was very worried. Why do people treat me so badly? After all, I gave them water, turned the turbines of power plants, gave them light, protected them from hot days, from the heat, thought Rechka.

People polluted the River more and more, but she endured everything, waited for them to finally come to their senses... One day a large tanker sailed along the River from which a lot of oil spilled into the water. The River was covered with a black film, its inhabitants - plants and animals - began to suffocate without air. Rechka is completely ill. No, he thinks, I can’t stay with people anymore. I have to get away from them, otherwise I will become a dead river.

She called her inhabitants for help; I have always been a home for you, and now trouble has come, people destroyed your house, and I got sick. Help me recover, and we will go to other lands, away from ungrateful people. The river inhabitants gathered, plants, fish, snails, animals, cleaned their house of dirt and cured the river. And she ran to the land of her childhood. There where birch trees grew, where people are a rare guest.

And the city residents the next day discovered that they were alone without the River. There was no light or water in the houses. The factories stopped, there was nothing to drink, nothing to cook soup from.

Life in the city stopped. The residents became so dirty that they did not recognize each other. And then one day the day came when the townspeople ate all their food supplies. Then the oldest and wisest citizen said; Dear citizens! I know why River left us. When I was little, I swam in clean water. She was always our friend and helper, but we did not appreciate this and treated her as an enemy. We have unfairly offended the river and must ask for its forgiveness. I propose to find our River and apologize to her and promise her friendship. Maybe then she'll come back.

The strongest and most resilient townspeople went to look for it. They searched for a long time, and when they found it, they didn’t recognize it right away, because it had become clean and transparent. People asked Rechka for forgiveness and promised her their care. The river was kind and did not remember evil. In addition, she began to miss the people to whom she had become accustomed over many years.

The River returned to the city to help its residents. And people removed all the garbage and cleaned the drains. Special people were appointed to monitor Rechka’s health. And since then, people and Rechka live in harmony in this city.. On the day of Rechka’s return, they celebrate it as the most important holiday...

Why are you painting trees? Vanechka asked.

I don’t paint, but grandpa answers the whitewash.

Why are you doing this?

In the spring, gardeners whiten trees to scare away garden pests. A layer of whitewash repels pests when they try to crawl out of the ground along the trunk.

I don’t believe Vanechka muttered.

Come on Vanya, I’ll show you one tree that your old grandfather forgot to whiten last year. Grandfather and Vanya went to that tree and indeed the tree suffered from pests.

Now I understand, Vanechka shouted. I once saw our neighbor Uncle Vitya in the park, whitewashing trees in the same way.

Yes, Vanya, the trees in the park are also whitewashed so that various animals, like hares, do not gnaw the bark. Also, so that in severe frost the bark does not freeze too much.

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Shcherbina Maria Andreevna

Brush

In one dense forest there lived a squirrel. Her fur was thick and fluffy. Her eyes were black, like coals, and there were funny tassels on her ears - that's why she was called - Brush. She loved her forest very much and never left it. A squirrel lived in someone's abandoned hollow. In the summer I prepared supplies for the winter - mushrooms, berries, nuts. And then one winter, Brush heard dogs barking. These were hunters with their hunting dogs. They hunted wild animals. A squirrel jumped out of fear from another forest. His name was Ryzhik. His coat was so red that he looked more like a little fox. And then Brush and Ryzhik met one frosty day. He was very hungry and jumped from branch to branch in search of food and saw Brush. She realized that he was hungry and offered him food. So they began to live together. In the spring they had little squirrels. Brush and Ryzhik were very happy. The little lumps grew and, together with mom and dad, learned to get food.

And then one day Brush moved far from her house. There was so much food in another forest. She was so pleased and suddenly felt that something was restricting her movement. It was a trap. She tried to get out, but to no avail. She called Ryzhik for help, but Brush was far from the house. So she spent the night. In the morning a man came, untangled her paws and threw her into a bag. I got into the car and drove into the city to my home. His son Timoshka was waiting for him at home. He was 7 years old. When his father pulled the brush out of the bag, Timoshka’s joy knew no bounds. The brush was put in a cage. The boy really wanted to tame her, but she did not give in. He fed her various nuts and vegetables, but she didn’t eat anything, she really missed her Ryzhik and the kids. A month has passed. Brush lost a lot of weight, she couldn’t even lift her head from weakness, and then Timoshka and his dad decided to take Belka back to the forest. They realized that she really missed her home and she just might die. So they took Brush and took her to this forest, where she was caught. But the father could not understand anything; this forest and the nearby forests did not exist either. In one month, several forests were cut down and only stumps stood. Brush jumped out of the car and galloped away from people. So she ran into her forest, but it was not there... she jumped from stump to stump and even found her tree, or rather what was left of it. But there were no Ryzhik or baby squirrels. The brush did not leave its stump for a long time, it waited. Of course, the squirrel never saw its family again. She fell asleep on a stump and never woke up...

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Ecological fairy tale “Take care of nature!”

Working on family environmental project , which I introduced you to, inspired me to come up with AN ECOLOGICAL TALE« PROTECT THE ENVIRONMENT!» in the form of a presentation (it's in the project itself).I think this fairy tale teaches our children a lot. Good luck!

In a distant, distant forest on a small edge in a small fabulous cheerful little girls lived and lived in the hut, laughter: Fairies of the Forest. They lived together and guarded the forest. From year to year, from century to century, they were not disturbed by man. And they had assistants: two brothers bear: Roar and Snort. They guarded the fairies and protected the forest.

And there is beauty all around – you can’t take your eyes off it! You can find as many mushrooms and berries as you want. Both animals and birds lived peacefully and amicably in the forest. They were very kind and helped each other in difficult times! The forest fairies could be proud of their forest and its inhabitants.

And everything would be fine, everything would be fine, but one clear summer morning, suddenly, from the top of a tall Christmas tree, a Magpie screamed anxiously. The animals hid, the birds scattered, are waiting: What will happen?

The forest was filled with noise, and screams, and anxiety, and great noise. People arrived with baskets, buckets and backpacks forest: some to pick mushrooms, some to relax in the clearing. Until the evening the cars hummed, and fairy fairies, hiding in the hut, they sat. And at night, poor things, they didn’t dare close their eyes.

And in the morning the clear sun rolled out from behind the hill, illuminating both the forest and the centuries-old hut. The fairies go around the forest in the morning to check if everything is in order. We looked around - and stupefied: the forest is not a forest, but some kind of dump, which it’s a shame to even call it a forest. Cans, bottles, pieces of paper and rags are scattered everywhere in disarray.

The fairy sorceresses were afraid for their green house. Very upset:

Why is this being done? Let's go, sisters, clean up the forest, take out the garbage, otherwise neither animals nor birds will be found here!

They're watching: and bottles and cans suddenly gather together, approach each other. They spun like a screw - and out of the garbage arose the beast-deer Junk-Damned incomprehensible and his assistant, the thundering bird... Skinny, unkempt and terribly disgusting besides:. Bones rattle throughout the forest laughing:

Along the road through the bushes -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

In untrodden places -

Junk, junk, junk, junk!

I am great, many-sided,

I am paper, I am iron,

I am plastic-useful,

I am a glass bottle

I am damned, damned!

I'll settle in your forest -

I will bring a lot of grief!

The clear sun hid, the forest grew dark, all the animals got scared and hid...

The sorceresses of the forest got scared and called the bears. Roar and Snort came running. They growled menacingly and stood on their hind legs. What's left for the trash monsters to do? Just scurry. It rolled like rubbish over the bushes, along ditches and hummocks, all further away, all to the side, so that the bears wouldn’t get a single piece of paper.

We decided to call the fairies of the forest inhabitants for help, no one refused, everyone came. And work began to boil, they quickly collected bags of garbage. The forest became clear, and the sun came out. Quiet life is returning. Birds were heard singing, little hares were jumping in the clearing, and clumsy beavers were splashing in the stream.

And the girls are laughing: forest fairies offered from the leftovers garbage: boxes, cans and bottles to make useful and necessary things, toys for small animals.

Publications on the topic:

Exhibition of environmental posters: "Take care of nature." Upbringing careful attitude to nature is the main goal of our exhibition. Children together.

As part of the theme week in our preschool, activities were held in each age group to expand ideas.

Abstract on ecology GCD “Take care and protect nature” Goal: to teach children correct behavior in natural environment, lay the foundations of the individual’s economic culture. Clarify the idea of

Ecology lesson notes “Take care of nature!” INTRODUCTION Let's be friends with each other, like a bird with the sky, like grass with a meadow, like the wind with the sea, fields with rain, like the sun is friends.

Consultation for parents “Take care of nature” Today we will talk about nature. What is man's relationship to nature? Nature is not free now. Most animals disappear in zoos.

Wall newspaper take care of nature Preserving nature is one of the main themes of all humanity. And children should be taught from childhood to take care of nature.

With the onset of spring, nature comes to life, it has become warm outside, it has become light early and dark late. The sun began to warm the earth and snow.