On December 21, her whole family will gather in Yarensk for the birthday of the snow magician: Father Frost, Mother Blizzard, Siverko's faithful companion of Winter, daughter Snow Maiden, aunts and uncles Snowmen and Snow Women, as well as numerous nephews and nieces of Snowmen and Snowflakes. In honor of this event, a winter ball "Snow Lace of Winter" will be held.
On the way to the motherland of Mother Winter, be sure to stop in the village of Belopashino - village games, treats and a Russian stove ... Belopashinsky gatherings are still fun!
The program of events at the Residence of Mother Winter:
DECEMBER
December 1-21- Festival "Tales of the Lena Forest":
- Competition "Happy Birthday, Winter!";
- "Opening of the festival" Tales of the Lena Forest "(theatrical performance);
- Festival of masters "Good people for a feast for the eyes!" (interactive programs, exhibition-fair, master classes, etc.);
- Opening a Christmas tree in the meadow at Mother Winter;
- "Rising Stars" (children's art competition);
- "Wedding in a Winter Tale" and the opening of the "Alley of Lovers";
- "Miracles under New Year"(Opening of the New Year tree);
- "Snow Ball of Winter" (theatrical performance).
December 24-27- interactive theatrical performance "The New Year's Adventure of Snowball and Snowball".
December 27-30- a festive outdoor program with the participation of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden "Invite a fairy tale into the house."
JANUARY
January 2-12- New Year's receptions at the Winter Residence.
6th January- a theatrical performance based on Nikolai Gogol's work "Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka".
Jan. 7- Christmas festivities.
January 17- “Send Christmas carols to us” (folk festivities).
Svetlana Vyaznikova
My children and I recently visited Mothers of Winter... It's just a fairy tale! I invite you to see our photo report.
Met us Mother Winter in the largest and lightest room - the hall where the throne is.
The throne Mother Winter is not easy rather magical. Whoever sits on it and makes a wish - it will definitely come true!
In the hall by Mother Winter's Snowman Lives, there is an elegant Christmas tree.
The walls of the hall are decorated with paintings by local artists.
Told us Mother Winter about her palace, about what is in it.
Have Mother Winter has her own dining room where she treats guests to tea with snowflakes (meringue).
And children mother Winter treated with snowflakes
There is a fireplace in the dining room, which she kindles if the guests are frozen.
There is a room called a bedchamber where Mother Winter is resting.
There is a bed in that room
The chest of drawers on which the boxes are, in them Mother Winter keeps its decorations.
Carved antique oven
And this is a winter outfit Mothers of Winter
To be continued.
From Kazluk (border of the Republic of Kazakhstan with the Arkhangelsk region) to Yarensk - only some 20 km, you don't go on a good road - you fly! Therefore, many residents of Kazluk, Zheshart and other nearby villages often travel to the regional center of the Lensky district. Who for what purpose, but recently most often guests, and not only from the Komi Republic, go on excursions to the residence of Mother Winter.
The educational and entertainment program "Tales of the Lena Forest" for children and adults (newlyweds, birthday people), if they wish, can include a tour of ancient Yarensk, as well as a reception at the Zima residence, and "Winter fun" on the slope of the Kizhmola river, which is literally next to the residence (riding on cheesecakes, slides, and so on) and much more - balls, receptions on the occasion, master classes, and so on.
You can make a fairy tale come true
Quite a little time has passed - two years with a "tail" - as the dream of making a fairy tale come true. And what a blessing: Yarensk today has become officially and all-Russian recognized as the Motherland of Winter.
How did you manage to do all this in such a short period of time? In the beginning there was an idea, and it arose from the head of the department of social development of the administration of the municipal district "Lensky municipal district" Natalia Rocheva suddenly - when viewing fairy card Russia. “If Father Frost has a homeland, his granddaughter Snegurochka, then why does Zima not have it?” Thought Natalya Nikolaevna.
They began to look for sources to confirm this fact in the annals. And they found it!
Believe me, at least check: on the night of December 21-22, 1882, there was a severe blizzard and in the village of Siberia, Yarensk district (three kilometers from Yarensk), Zimushka-Winter was born to Santa Claus and Mother Snowstorm.
Surprisingly, we hit the spot! Information about the Motherland of Winter was written by Russian news agencies, Argumenty i Fakty, television, and a message appeared on the Internet, - N. Rocheva said. - This is how a new tourist destination emerged.
And the work on the "promotion" of the dream-idea began: but what a! Employees of the social development department of the district administration and the Yarensky museum of local lore wrote scientific projects, which substantiated the concept of the birth of a snow heroine. The project "Snow Lace of Winter" became the best among 12 projects in the Arkhangelsk Region and was awarded a grant of 300 thousand rubles, another project was written, for which they received 400 thousand rubles. (Looking ahead, I must say that subsequently two TOSs were created at the Zima's residence, and the earmarked funds received from them were used to improve the territory of the residence - a fence, benches were installed, figurines of fairy-tale heroes were made).
For the Zima residence, the administration of the Lensky district provided the old house of the merchant Eshkilev, in which much has been preserved in its original form, and part of the interior began to be stylized as antiquity and ... a fairy tale. Residents, hearing about such a miracle, began to bring antique furniture - chests, tables, a sideboard, and so on. Employees of the residence, of whom there are three, put everything in order and decorated. The magnificent wooden throne for Winter was made by a skilled craftsman. The costumes are so beautiful that you can't take your eyes off! - sewed by the highly qualified cutter-fashion designer Tatyana Katunina, who on excursions plays in the image of Mother Snowstorm. And Lilia Korzhakova in the image of Winter is so tender, sophisticated and beautiful!
Winter will show her palace ...
It is difficult to surprise us, the newspaper correspondents, with anything, for, wherever we have not been and what we have just not seen. But the excursion nevertheless pleasantly surprised us - first of all, by its originality, as well as by a magical journey into the world of a fairy tale, and by the fact that for a short time we seemed to become children again and believed in miracles! So we entered a silver office with an old telephone on a writing desk - silvered, where Mother Blizzard met us, showed us 150 snowmen and walls decorated with snowflakes and an old pier glass, and took us to the throne room, where Zimushka-Zima met us in snow-white clothes (on picture). “If you sit on the snowy throne, make a wish, it will certainly come true,” said the sorceress Winter. Then she took us to the refectory, where all the dishes (a gift from Siverko) are pure silver, and then to a cozy bed. And there everything is as it should be - a bed with high feather beds and winter pillows - whatever Winter sleeps, the weather will be like that ... They showed us the winter cellar, where Winter kept salted snowballs in a birch tub, pickled icicles and many other supplies in reserve. After that, the doors of the treasury opened, where there was a tree with diamonds and safes, in which the fabulous wealth of Winter was kept - ingots of silver and pearls ...
At the end of the excursion we also visited the workshops of Mother Winter. Here we saw gifts from the house of creativity of the village of Urdoma - unusual vases, embroidered paintings, as well as antiques of craftswomen - a spinning wheel and much more. At the request of the guests, master classes on making snowflakes and other New Year's attributes are held here. And in the shop, which is next to the workshops, you can buy souvenirs and handicrafts.
"Snow Lace of Winter"
This is the name of the annual festival held in December in Yarensk. This year it opened on December 2 with a performance by the Asya kya ensemble from the Komi Republic at the Yarensky center of culture. “60 artists showed a unique bright musical program with Komi and Russian songs to the accompaniment of a live orchestra,” wrote the Lenskaya regional newspaper “Mayak” about the performance of our fellow countrymen. Many more interesting events are planned within the framework of the festival.
In February, Santa Claus is going to the International Congress of Wizards in Sochi to support athletes at the Olympics. And now she is gathering a fabulous delegation, which includes our Mother Winter and the Arkhangelsk Snowman, ”said Natalya Rocheva, who, as the author of the idea of the project“ Yarensk - the Motherland of Winter ”in December 2012, received a special prize from the new Governor of the Arkhangelsk Region Igor Orlov, and the project received a diploma in the special category "For a fruitful idea".
December has come - the month of early twilight and anticipation of winter joys. Winter came. Crafts with cotton wool and sequins, paper snowflakes, Christmas trees and snowmen and the first garlands flickering on the windows are invariable signs of a special time that exist in all families with small children. In some houses, the walls are decorated with an Advent calendar - an amazing monument to mother's hard work and imagination, bags with surprises and tasks for every day.
Winter verses begin to sound in December
And in December, winter poems begin to sound. Even if during the year they hardly sound, the pre-holiday time is special. Most often they are taught at the Christmas tree - to school, to kindergarten, to Sunday school. Among them there are many good, but extremely "hackneyed" texts, learned by my grandmother when she was an Octobrist. And although “The girls got up in the circle, got up and fell silent” are excellent poems by Agniya Lvovna about the fun at the Christmas tree, sometimes you want something new, fresh and no less talented.
Here I tried to collect the most beautiful and melodic, deep and kind poems about winter, New Year and Christmas that can be learned with children. Among them there are both modern and time-tested texts, large and small, serious and funny. The main thing is that they create and maintain the feeling of winter holidays - perhaps the best thing that happens to us in the cold winter time.
How winter comes
It is always a secret, news every year. Yesterday it was dirty and gray, today it was frosty and snowy, as if one world was replacing another. A small passage about this borderland of the seasons is in Pushkin's Eugene Onegin - however, there is about everything that is of any importance in the life of a Russian person.
Here is the north, catching up with clouds,
He breathed, howled - and now she
The winter sorceress is coming.
Came, crumbled; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Laid down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills.
Brega with a motionless river
Equalized with a plump shroud;
Frost flashed, and we are glad
The pranks of mother winter.
The amazing power, depth and emotionality of these lines is understandable to the child - even at the level of the melody of the verse. These eleven lines contain a whole spectrum of moods - from mysterious and slightly ominous to good-naturedly cheerful. This is the whole Pushkin, in fact: I remember that at the university we were quoted a line from "The Captain's Daughter", depicting the well-known snow storm: "Everything was darkness and a whirlwind." Five little words that don't just explain - create before us is a clear and convex image.
The above passage, of course, requires a parental comment: "shreds", "shores" and "plump shroud" need explanation, especially for a preschooler. Otherwise, this melodious, sonorous text is, perhaps, the most vivid illustration of the beginning of winter.
And here is another, cheerful and sonorous, excerpt from the novel. It can be learned and read on occasion. This is also a small visual picture, accessible to understanding from 4-5 years old:
Prettier than fashionable parquet
The river is shining, it is dressed with ice.
Boys are joyful people
She cuts the ice with her skates;
The goose is heavy on red legs,
Having conceived to swim in the bosom of the waters,
Steps gently on the ice
Slips and falls; happy
The first snow flashes,
Falling like stars on the shore.
The joy of the first snow and frost is always childish, even if you are already an adult
The arrival of winter is almost always a joy, and in poetry too. There is a lot of this feeling in the program poem of Afanasy Fet. The joy of the first snow and frost is always childish, even if you are already an adult. This is probably why one of the most beloved poems for memorization is this:
Mum! look out the window -
Know that yesterday was not for nothing that the cat
I washed my nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is dressed,
It brightened, turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung on the branches -
Look at least you!
As if someone is tough
Fresh, white, puffy cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no dispute:
For a sled, and uphill
Fun to run!
Really, Mom? You will not refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
"Well, hurry up for a walk!"
This text is also surprising because it is an exception. Fet wrote it five years before his death, in the years of severe disappointments and gloomy thoughts, a premonition of death. And suddenly such pure, childish, unclouded joy - the more valuable it is for the reader.
The only word incomprehensible to a modern child here is “torovaty”. It has completely fallen out of use. However, you should not be afraid in advance of such archaisms: no, they will not confuse or scare the baby. It is unlikely that he will use them in speech, but they show the endless wealth of the world, show life in a historical perspective.
And here is another greeting to winter - it was created by Peter Vyazemsky. This wonderful poet is rarely remembered today - except perhaps by experts - but it's a pity. He subtly feels and talentedly conveys the joy and renewal that we feel at the beginning of winter.
Hello, in a white sundress
Of silver brocade!
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
You are a life-giving smile
Fresh beauty of the face
You awaken to new feelings
Sleepy hearts!
Hello, Russian young girl,
Beautiful soul,
Snow-white winch,
Hello mother winter!
A similar feeling reigns in the poem by Nikolai Rubtsov - and in fact it has been separating the poets for more than a century.
Snow fell and everything was forgotten.
Than the soul was full!
My heart suddenly started beating more easily.
As if I had drunk wine.
Along the street along the narrow
A clean breeze rushes
The beauty of old Russian
The town has been renewed.
Snow is falling on the temple of Sophia.
Children, and they are countless.
Snow flies all over Russia
Like good news.
Snow is flying - look and listen!
So, simple and cunning,
Life sometimes heals the soul ...
Well, okay! And good.
And here is a modern poem - it was written by Daria Gerasimova. Her poetic texts are good for their thoughtfulness, a special feeling of the surrounding world.
Childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflections
After all, childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflections.
WINTER EVENING
The wind sleeps on a blue tree
The rivers are sleeping, at home.
In the distance flies on a white wolf
Grandma Winter.
Snow is pouring from the mitten
Light wave.
And the blizzard birds sing
In the sky above me.
I walk in front of the house
Where is my old grandfather
Quiet in the rooms includes
Golden light.
Let it spin in the alley
Snow tape,
Let it go faster and faster
Grandma Winter.
Strikes the moon tambourine
Somewhere in the distance ...
And the fluffy snow melts
On my hand ...
And here is a poem with a completely different mood: a cross between a child's fantasy and a counting-book - cheerful, rhythmic and light, like the first snow. It is called “The First Snow”, and it was written more than a century ago by the remarkable Russian poet Sergei Gorodetsky, friend of Nikolai Gumilyov, poet, translator, fearless war correspondent of the First World War.
The month with the Sun began to be reckoned with,
Who should rise before,
One, two, three, four, five,
The wind came out to fly
He let the winged birds go,
A cloud of gray and shaggy.
Launched the firmament
Day and night it snows
And between the clouds, under the window,
Crying bitterly the Month with the Sun:
One, two, three, four, five.
Who should disperse the clouds?
Winter dreams
“Bewitched by the invisibility, the forest slumbers under the fairy tale of a dream,” remember? Such a mood was close not only to Yesenin. It also appears in modern children's poetry. Because winter is actually an incredible wealth: colors, joys, life. You can run and roll in the snowdrifts, sled and play snowballs, and then pensively watch the frozen world sinking into frosty sleep. Or sleep on your own - and grow, grow up in a dream.
NIGHT SONG
In the silence of the midnight
Snow fell on the roofs.
Milk tooth fell out
In the evening at Grisha's.
Snow covered the paths
And lay down on the rooftops.
Until the morning in the palm of your hand
Grisha had a tooth.
Snowdrifts will grow
Above rooftops and pipes ...
And closer to spring
The tooth will grow too!
This poem was written by Mikhail Yasnov. It looks like a lullaby - in rhythm, melody, and poetic pattern. But what kind of poetic text Andrei Usachev has - about the same, but look how different they are!
Quietly humming a fairy tale,
Winter floats in the twilight,
Covering with a warm blanket
Land and trees and houses.
Light snow swirls over the fields,
Like the stars are falling from the sky.
Lowering shaggy eyelashes,
A dense forest slumbers in silence.
Golden owls sleep on trees
In the fabulous glow of the moon.
Snowdrifts sleep at the edge of the forest,
Like big white elephants.
Everything changes shape and color,
Sleepy houses extinguish the windows
And winter, telling a tale,
Falls asleep slowly by itself ...
About winter warmth
Yes, that's right: winter teaches us to appreciate and love comfort, home, well, and warmth, of course. The special charm lies in this opposition of storm, frost, uncomfortableness outside the window - and warm, full of soft light at home. Here is another poem by Afanasy Fet - it is about this:
The cat sings, squinting his eyes,
The boy sleeps on the carpet
A storm is playing in the yard
The wind whistles in the yard.
"It's enough for you to roll around here,
Hide the toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep for yourself. "
The boy stood up. And the cat's eyes
He walked around and sings everything;
Snow falls through the windows in shreds,
A storm whistles at the gate.
Oddly enough, it is this theme - home, comfort, peaceful evenings by the fire - that can prompt a parent to talk with a child about mercy. This topic was often raised in Russian Christmas prose - both by Dostoevsky in The Girl with Matches, and by Kuprin in The Miraculous Doctor, and in many other works.
The theme of home, comfort can motivate a parent to talk with a child about mercy.
When I'm warm and nourishing, thoughts of someone's misfortune are like a gust of cold wind that rushes into a warm, cozy room. But these are important thoughts, and it is even more important that they turn into deeds. How - each parent decides in his own way, but talking about mercy in contrast to his own well-being is a fairly effective method.
I have an old children's book. Unfortunately, it was not reprinted, and now very few people know about the wonderful poet Vitaly Tatarnikov. And he, meanwhile, owns excellent poems - kind and warm. For example:
There was a man in the world.
He treated sheep all his life.
Is it during the day
at night -
Knock knock -
A shepherd came running to him.
The little man took the first aid kit
And he was in a hurry to save the sheep.
... The frost crackled in the fields,
Cold in earnest.
And the sheep
To little man
Presented a fur coat:
- Wear more fun
And don't get sick yourself!
And here is a poem by Yulia Simbirskaya, dedicated to ... the battery! Yes, even such a prosaic subject can become the hero of an excellent poetic text, lyrical and ironic at the same time.
She will dry on a hot back
My shoes are soaking wet.
I'll put my palms next to them.
In winter, I am friends with batteries
And the sweater is friendly, the mittens are friendly,
And the cat huddles somewhere from the edge.
After all, heat is hidden in the battery.
I found such a house for the winter.
And gurgles like milk in a cat,
Heat in the battery in the stomach.
Winter joys and fun
"Feed the birds!" - wrote the poet Alexander Yashin. In fact, Igor Severyanin wrote about this simple and joyful winter affair much earlier - yes, the one who threatened to turn the tragedy of life into a dream-head "in a group of nervous girls, in a sharp ladies' society." And here - without losing his ironic and refined manner, he writes simply and loudly, about a picture of a winter day, about a moment in the life of a little girl:
HER PETS
She fed the winter birds
Throwing crumbs out the window.
From their merry roll calls
She laughed joyfully.
When did she run to school
Pets, hearing the snow crunch,
A gang of noisy and cheerful
Rush after her from bush to bush!
And here are the poems about snow and snowfall. They are different - perky, thoughtful, lyrical, full of irrepressible fantasy, such a truly childish, premonition of winter wonders:
Our house is powdered
Almost to the windows
A black sky,
Polka dot today.
One hundred thousand peas.
No, one hundred million
Shoveling from the wings
Shoveling from balconies.
And only hot palms
Heavenly peas are afraid.
Yulia Simbirskaya
SNOW WALTZ
Snow falls on people and houses,
Winter dances a waltz without an orchestra.
Large flakes are spinning in a ring
Fall, fall on my face
As if caressing. Dance white snow
You make us all happy.
Rimma Aldonina
HOW MUCH SNOW!
How much snow!
How much snow!
This is clearly not for running.
Obviously not for pedestrian
This white weather.
This is for moving out,
This is for the squeal
For felting,
For a laugh!
So much snow
Here's the fun!
Rimma Aldonina
SNOWFALL
Snowdrifts near the house
Snowdrifts in the forest
Huge
Snowdrift
I'm wearing a hat.
On the hats of passers-by
With the arrival of winter -
The towers
Then the locks
They're just hills.
Or maybe it is
Not castles and lumps,
And the snow beasts
And snow fish
On hats around the city
They're coming, looking,
Like white flakes
They fly over the world.
Sat on hats
Foxes and owls
Dogs and cats
Elephants and cows
And with the bird
On the hat
My brother is walking
And whispers with delight:
"What a snowfall!"
Daria Gerasimova
Winter in nursery rhymes is precisely joy. Rolling and felting, home warmth, premonitions of the holidays. And good children's poets manage to find and show the reader this joy from an unexpected angle.
Winter in nursery rhymes is precisely joy. Rolling and felting, home warmth, premonitions of the holidays
But this is useful and important - to look at familiar things in a different way. For example, through the eyes of the four-legged character of Mikhail Yasnov's poem "Joy".
How joyful in the morning
Run down the steps
Forgetting about comfort
With steam heating,
About chairs and a table
Vacuum cleaner and sofa,
And bury your nose
Into frost and fog!
How glad to see
That you are welcome again
Pillars and corners
Garages and fences
Pull the leash
Contemplating an escape
And a skin like a rug
Brush about the snow!
And then there is the joy of creativity and imagination. As you know, they go hand in hand, and in a child they are completely devoid of boundaries and conventions. But they serve - if a small person grows in love - the kindest and brightest feelings. Here's how in a poem by Natalia Volkova, for example:
ON A WHITE LEAF
I am drawing a gray-gray hare.
In the distance, behind a snowdrift - a deep ravine,
There is a hidden enemy in the ravine!
Two sharp ears stick out of the snow -
The fox guards defenseless rabbits!
What to do?!
What to do?!
I do not play this way!
I erase the gray hare with an eraser.
On a white piece of paper in an oblique ruler
I draw a white and white hare.
And let them say that my drawing is empty ...
I hear bushes crunching,
I see footprints in the fluffy snow.
And I'll save the bunny from the enemy!
I really like Sasha Cherny's poem "On Skates" - it accurately conveys the emotion and atmosphere of winter skiing. True, learning it is not easy, despite its small size - it has a complex rhythmic pattern, and in order to tell it expressively, you need to skillfully place pauses and semantic accents. But it's worth it - especially for skating enthusiasts!
I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge ...
Mittens on my hands
Hat on the crown ...
One or two! So I slipped ...
One and two! I almost tumbled ...
One or two! Tighter on your toes!
The ice crunched, quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Christmas trees-wolves! Full speed -
From pond to ditch ...
One or two! On a slippery slope ...
One and two! Funny legs ...
One or two! On and on ...
New year poems
New Year for an Orthodox person is a difficult time. For an Orthodox parent, it is doubly difficult. It is important for me to maintain a balance, carefully lead the children past the December-January revelry, not to lose the fragile and quiet feeling of the approaching Nativity of Christ. But I don’t think it’s right to turn off the kids completely from the traditional already festive atmosphere. Therefore - poetry.
Because good poetry will bypass vulgarity, rumble and drunken screams. Because they take from the holiday its most important innermost essence, the most sincere joy. These texts are easy to remember, perfectly recited, develop an aesthetic taste and do not completely cover the joy of the upcoming main holiday - the Nativity of Christ.
SILVER FIR
Silver Christmas tree
Grandpa brought us
Our grandfather brought his own,
Like a kind Santa Claus.
She stands, delighting everyone,
And it shines by itself
So all smart
Like a hibernation winter.
To her Christmas tree sisters
Frost sings in the forest
And they are all funny
Celebrate the New Year.
Silver Christmas tree
Green saved
And ... a lot, a lot of joy
I brought it to the kids.
Vitaly Tatarnikov
GIFTS FOR YOUR TREE
Set of colored paper
For child labor -
Wizards and magicians
Come here!
For artists,
For artists
Scissors
And what else?
Still take
A big jar of glue
And everything that we cut
We will assemble and glue:
Paper garden,
Paper house
With the paper sun outside the window!
Scurrying along the golden branches
Silver birds
And white smoke settles
On red tiles.
It's good that the world is colorful
And matte,
And glossy!
It's so good that I am
Big-eyed
AND BLUSH!
Mikhail Yasnov
WHERE DOES FATHER FROST GO?
Where did Santa Claus go?
to songs and fireworks?
Maybe got on a steam locomotive
last minute?
Or climbed into a taxi at night,
to dash far away?
Or wandered into a dense forest
say goodbye to the cold?
Sailed to other cities
where is the sea or rocks ...
I would never, never
did not let him go!
I would say, locking the door
and taking it by the handle:
- You will be a grandfather now,
and I am your granddaughter!
Dina Burachevskaya
TREES IN THE SNOW
Today is no longer yesterday, but today,
And the night is getting darker and everything is New Year's,
And all the endless, mysterious life,
And the tree went out
And the stars lit up.
In a dream, a sparrow chirped outside the window.
The beginning of the holidays! The beginning of the holidays!
And a slow day
And the flying night
And a book that you can't part with.
The snow drifts among the bare bushes.
I feel that something is happening in me.
But what?
I cannot answer myself.
And words melt like trees in the snow.
Mikhail Yasnov
Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this New Year!
For our cheerful, joyful
Childish round dance!
For being a kind Santa Claus
Warmed my red nose in the warmth
The Snow Maiden thawed
Giving gifts.
Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this spirit of the forest,
For being in a fierce cold
There was a breath of spring.
Let there be a blizzard outside the window
Noises, rages, spreads,
Thank you, Christmas tree,
For being with me!
Rimma Aldonina
NEW YEAR
Wait, don't wait, but New Year
Will definitely come.
He will come without delay
Without delay on the way
Will not break a promise
He can't help but come
With a new reality,
With a new tale
He will come at that very hour
Like a clock on the Spasskaya tower
We will be hit twelve times.
Rimma Aldonina
About the Nativity of Christ
There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a modern child can understand, feel and learn. The fact is that most of these texts were written before the revolution - more than a century ago. There are many archaisms in them, Church Slavonic words - the theme itself suggests. And it's hard.
Even the textbook “Christos” (“Under the cover of a starry night”) by Apollo of Corinth require explanations, and even after them, the child sometimes jabbering a poem formally. There are practically no modern tests about Christmas that can be put on a par with the classics.
There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a child can understand
Therefore, I will cite a few - only five - poems that, as it seems to me, are able to comprehend and consciously learn a modern child of 5–8 years old. They are deep and clear. And it is important to hear and love them in childhood, it seems to me.
CHRISTMAS
I slept in the manger on fresh hay
Quiet tiny Christ.
A month, emerging from the shadows,
I stroked the flax of His hair ...
The bull breathed in the face of the Baby
And, rustling like straw,
On an elastic knee
I looked at it, barely breathing.
Sparrows through the roof rails
They poured into the manger in a crowd,
And the bull, huddled against a niche,
I crumpled the blanket with my lip.
The dog, sneaking up to the warm leg,
Licked her secretly.
The cat was more comfortable
Warm the Child sideways in the manger ...
Quiet White Goat
I breathed on His forehead,
Only a stupid gray donkey
He pushed everyone helplessly:
“Look at the Child
At least a minute for me! "
And he cried loudly and loudly
In the silence before dawn ...
And Christ, opening his eyes,
Suddenly pushed apart the circle of beasts
And with a smile full of affection
Whispered: "Look quickly!"
Sasha Cherny
Brightly starry rays
The blue sky shines ...
- Why, tell me, mom,
The stars are brighter in the sky
On Holy Christmas Eve?
Like a tree in the mountain world
This midnight is lit
And with diamond lights
And with the radiance of the radiant stars
Is she all decorated?
- True, my son, in God's sky
In the night of the present saint
A tree is lit for the world,
And full of wonderful gifts
For the family, she is human.
See how bright the stars are
Shine to the world there, in the distance:
Holy gifts shine in them -
For people - goodwill,
Peace and truth is for the earth.
Heinrich Heine
There are countries where people have not known for centuries
No blizzards, no loose snows;
There only glittering snow
Tops of granite ridges ...
The flowers are more fragrant there, the stars are larger,
Spring is brighter and more elegant
And the feathers of birds are brighter there, and warmer
There is breathing sea wave…
In such and such a country on a fragrant night,
Whispering laurels and roses
The desired miracle happened with my own eyes:
The Christ Child was born.
Semyon Nadson
Christmas haze all around.
Bells are buzzing in the darkness
And with them the words sound in tune:
"Peace on earth and happiness to everyone!"
I felt like on this day
Life of towns and villages
Having united, the appeal sounds:
"Peace on earth and happiness to everyone!"
Henry Longfellow
A WALKER IN THE FOREST
Tying the riza crosswise,
Tying a candle to a stick,
The angel is small,
Flies like a forest, light-colored.
In the snow-white silence
Flutters from pine to pine,
Touch a twig with a candle -
A light will crack, flare up,
Will round, tremble,
Like a thread, it will run
Here and there, and here, and here ...
The whole winter forest shines!
As light as snow down
Christmas winged spirit
Light up the skies
Brings the holiday to the woods
So that from heaven and earth
The lights could meet
So that between heaven and earth
Another ray lit up,
So that from the light of small candles
Long beam like a sharp sword
I pierced my heart with light,
He indicated the wrong path.
Alexander Blok
And I want to finish my review with the poem "Christmas" by Alexander Blok. It is quite well-known, but, it seems to me, it cannot get bored: every year you can read it, feeling inside the resounding joy and anticipation of Christmas and Christmastide.
Ringing bell strike
Wakes up the winter air.
We work for a reason -
Rest will be light.
Light frost is silver
Near the entrance,
Silvery on blue
The clear firmament of the star.
How transparent, snow-white
Shine patterned windows!
How fluffy and softly tender
Your golden curl!
How thin you are in a red coat,
With a bow in a pigtail!
If you laugh, your lips will flinch,
Eyelashes tremble.
You amuse all the passers-by -
Young and old
Ugly and handsome,
Thick and lean.
Wonder, smile,
Will fly far away
As if at all, how they laugh
Children did not see.
The sisters will be happy with the dolls
Brothers ask for guns
And you don't need it at all
No toys.
You will decorate the tree yourself
Into the stars of gold
And you will tie it to a branch with a chop
The apples are big.
You will throw beads on the tree
Gold threads.
You will push the strong branches
You shout: "Look!"
You shout, pick up the branch,
Thin hands ...
And already there the grandfather laughs
With a white mustache!
Bus tour from Syktyvkar to Yarensk for individual travelers and school groups
On a visit to Mother Winter
TOUR DATES:
For groups - at any convenient date!
Tour price from 2200 rubles. (tentatively)
Mother Winter lives in a cozy old town of Yarensk, Arkhangelsk region, in a large snow-white house.
Waiting for children and adults an amusing trip to the Fairy Tale, where Mother Winter reigns all year round.
The inhabitants of the fabulous Lena forest will arrange for you unforgettable entertainment,
And the funny helpers of Winter - Snowflakes, Leshy, Bab Yaga and other heroes of fairy tales organize "Winter fun" for children and adults.
In a cozy cafe you will be offered "Meal from Mother Winter".
Craftsmen and craftswomen will hold master classes for the guests.
And, of course, Mother Winter welcomes all her guests in her large beautiful house, where miracles take place in every room ...
Tour program (approximate):
07.00 Group departure from Syktyvkar to Yarensk
* Arrival to Yarensk.
10.20 Eexcursion to Local history museum of Yarensk... Here you will have fun and usefully spend your time, visit three halls of the museum: the hall of nature, ethnographic, historical. Get to know the northern flora and fauna, learn Interesting Facts about the history of ancient Yarensk and about its famous inhabitants.
11.40 Game program with fairy-tale characters.
12.30 Lunch
13.00 Excursion to the "Residence of Mother Winter". Your attention will be presented with the real " Winter Tale", Because this is where Mother Winter lives! (Held with the participation of Mother Winter and (or) her assistants).
* Visit to the Shop of Masters, where you can buy various thematic souvenirs, gifts, many of which are handmade.
15.00 Birthday performance "Mother Winter".
* For an extra charge (100 rubles / person, 1 cheesecake for 2 people / 1 hour), "Winter fun" - skating with high mountain on cheesecakes.
17.00 Tea drinking from Mother Winter with pancakes with condensed milk in the cafe in Yarensk.
* In Gastronomy (near, in the building of a cafe) you can buy delicious fresh Yarenskaya pastries on the road or as a gift.
18.00 Departure of the group to Syktyvkar
Attention! For an additional fee (for 1 person):
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Additional services |
Price |
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Photographing(1 camera) |
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Winter fun(ride on cheesecakes from the mountain) |
100 rubles / 1 cheesecake for 2 people for 1 hour |
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Gift from Mother Winter |
50-250 rubles / person |
The tour price includes:
- Meals 2 times a day according to the program;
- Transport services along the Syktyvkar-Yarensk-Syktyvkar route and according to the tour program;
- Excursion service according to the program;
- Group guide services, guide
Not included in the tour price and paid additionally:
- Additional options not included in the main program, incl. according to the list of services in the above table;
- Personal expenses
