Children's fairy tales online. Scenario of joint activities for young children “The Tale of the Sun” using ICT technology Children’s fairy tale about the sun for kids

Stranger, we advise you to read the fairy tale “The Tale of the Sun (Sami Fairy Tale)” for yourself and your children, this is a wonderful work created by our ancestors. Charm, admiration and indescribable inner joy produce the pictures drawn by our imagination when reading such works. Every time you read this or that epic, you feel the incredible love with which the images of the environment are described. Everyday issues are an incredibly successful way, with the help of simple, ordinary examples, to convey to the reader the most valuable centuries-old experience. The main character always wins not through cunning and cunning, but through kindness, kindness and love - this is the most important quality of children's characters. Tens, hundreds of years separate us from the time of creation of the work, but the problems and morals of people remain the same, practically unchanged. Of course, the idea of ​​the superiority of good over evil is not new, of course, many books have been written about it, but it’s still nice to be convinced of this every time. The fairy tale “The Tale of the Sun (Sami Fairytale)” will be fun to read online for free for both children and their parents, the kids will be happy about the good ending, and moms and dads will be happy for the kids!

Long ago, long ago, there was a country in the north where the sun did not shine. And the moon didn't shine. The country was completely dark. Only the stars were visible in the black sky. But what light comes from the stars? Almost none. One flicker...
The black sky hung over the country, and it was so dark that people could distinguish each other by their voices. And the people of the Dark Country did not know fire. They lived in shelters made of turf and twigs, they insulated these dwellings as best they could - they filled them with earth and covered them with moss... But they still shivered from the cold, because in the Dark Land a fierce wind always blew from the cold sea, tightly covered with ice. It was bad for the people in the Dark Land. Very bad. And there was a high round mountain in the Dark Country.
Half the sky was covered by a round mountain; no one had ever seen what stars were shining on the other side of the round mountain...
And at the foot of the mountain there was a long and high black fence.
So long and so high that no one could get around it. And no one could climb over this fence to see what was there.
All the Vezhniki knew was that behind the fence stood a large house made of black logs, upholstered with reindeer skins for warmth.
And seventy black brothers live in that house.
And a hundred thousand deer graze behind a high fence. And the skins of deer are warm, and their blood is hot, and their meat is delicious...
But the Vezhniki only heard about all this - they themselves had neither deer nor houses, and they only ate fish that they pulled out from under the black ice. This is how people lived in the Dark Land for a thousand years. And a thousand more. And another thousand years, and another...
And none of the Vezhniks thought that they could live any other way.
But one day it happened: the Vezhniki saw an old man on a deer riding along a high black fence. On a white deer, on a wonderful deer.
The deer was so beautiful and so white that a quiet glow emanated from it. And in this radiance the Vezhniki saw the face of an old man, the simple and wise face of an old man who lived a lot, saw a lot, does not envy anyone and wants to leave people a good memory of himself.
Hello people! - said the old man and stopped the deer.
“What deep darkness there is in your country,” said the old man, and people saw his long gray beard, almost to his knees.
- Have you, Vezhniki, never seen the sun? - asked the old man.
But no one answered him, no one understood what he was asking.
The Vezhniki did not know the sun. And they didn’t know the moon.
Only the stars knew - dim fireflies in the black sky.
“Yes,” said the old man, “I see you don’t know the sun... And the sun is a great joy and great warmth.” And the sun lives on the other side of the round mountain, behind a high fence. It takes a long time to ride the fastest deer to see the sun. But walking along a high fence will never reach the sun, human life is not enough for this...
The old people listened to the old man and silently marveled: what kind of thing is this - the sun, which is both great joy and great warmth?..
The black brothers also heard the old man. They heard it and suddenly shouted:
- You stupid people! Stupid and dark! Can there be something that is both joy and warmth at the same time? Can there be anything that we don't know? An old deceiver has arrived on a white deer and is telling you fairy tales as if they were little children! Let's beat him and drive him away! There is no color on earth better than black!.. Let's beat the old man and drive him away! Let's beat! And we'll drive you away! Let's beat! And we'll drive you away!
The Vezhniki thought. Do they beat you for telling a fairy tale? And seventy black brothers had already attacked the old man, already surrounded him along with the deer.
The wise old man shook his head, and his eyes went out, and his face darkened, and the radiance from the white deer went out.
The old man said:
“It’s hard to believe in something you haven’t seen.” But if there is a fence, there is something behind the fence. If there is a mountain, there is land behind the mountain. If there are firefly stars, there may be such a big star, bright as a hundred thousand stars at once, warm and joyful... And there are many different colors on earth, not just black. And black is the color of great untruth, the color of deception and evil power. I'm leaving. And now I will show myself only to those who believe in the sun.
The black brothers stretched out their hands to grab the old man, but the white deer struck with its hoof, the ground parted - and the deer disappeared, and the old man disappeared.
People went their separate ways, to their own affairs. And the black brothers went to their big house, behind a high fence. And everyone began to live as they lived.
And only one young man could no longer live in the old way. He remembered the words of the old man about the unknown sun, which gives both warmth and joy at once.
The young man went to the dark lakes, where reindeer moss grows. He looked at the black sky, he looked at the black water, he looked at the black earth and said:
- How nice it would be if it weren’t all black! I really want to believe in the sun! I really want to see the sun! But the old man disappeared, the old man was offended. And his white deer disappeared. How will I find them now, in such darkness?..
As soon as the young man said these words, the reindeer moss opened and a wonderful deer appeared before the young man. He was so white that a glow emanated from his skin...
“I’m here,” said the deer. - I'm waiting for you. Get on horseback.
The young man was very surprised and sat astride the deer. And they rushed through mosses and swamps, through black lakes, over black forests, over gloomy hills...
Whether they raced for a long time or for a short time, the wonderful deer stopped.
And the young man sees: sitting in front of him on a granite stone is the same old man, a gray beard down to his knees, a simple, wise, unenvious face.
“Hello,” said the old man. - Thank you for believing in the sun. Among the darkest people there is always a hero. There cannot be a people without heroes...
“Thank you for your kind word,” said the young man. - But tell me, how can I get the sun for the sunflowers? Just a piece of the sun, which is both warmth and joy...
“You will get the sun,” said the old man. “But for the sun to warm everyone and make everyone happy, you need all the people of your tribe to believe in the sun.” Even by a hair's breadth, they would believe it. Only then will the sun be given to you. Only then will it warm everyone up.
“Okay,” said the young man, sat on the deer and returned back to his Dark Country.
He came and told me how it happened. And he asked each of them for a hair.
The Vezhniks thought for a moment, but gave the young man a hair, each gave a hair, and they collected a whole heap. Only the black brothers did not give a hair. But the young man did not ask the black brothers for anything.
The young man began to weave a box from the hairs. It was difficult work. It took him seventy days and seventy nights to weave the box. But that’s just what they say – seventy days. Because in the Dark Country, days were like nights, and nights were like days. There was no difference between day and night - equally dark. And in the dark, by touch, weaving a strong box is not an easy task.
But the young man believed in the sun more than anyone else - and he wove a box.
And he went out again to the lake, on the shore of which tall reindeer moss grew. He looked at the black sky and said:
- My box is ready. For seventy days and seventy nights I wove it in deep darkness. And the faith of many people entered into me through these hairs, through my eyes and through my fingers. Now I'm ready to get the sun for the sunflowers.
As soon as he said this, reindeer moss opened up, and a white deer appeared in front of the young man.
“Sit down,” said the deer. - Sit on top of me.
And again they rushed over black mosses, over black lakes, over black forests and black swamps.
They raced for a long time, so long that the young man lost track of time.
And suddenly a thick red light flashed in the distance.
The young man sees: at the very edge of the earth there is a huge red sun. It stands, shimmers, radiates heat, blinds the eyes.
“Stop,” the young man said to the white deer. - Wait, wait, it hurts your eyes, let them get used to it.
The deer stopped and said to the young man:
– Look how huge the sun is, how bright, how hot! There is no way to carry such sunshine alone. You and I will break off a piece and show it to people in the Dark Land. If they like a piece of sunshine, let them come and take the rest. If you don’t like it, you’ll have to return the piece to its place.
- I'll like it! - said the young man. “It’s impossible for the people who live in the sun not to like the sun, it can’t be like that!” Let's go quickly, our eyes have adjusted, it's time for our hands to do their work - hurry!
“Open your box,” says the deer, “and hold on tight to me.”
The young man opened the box - and they rushed straight into the sun. At full gallop, the deer hit the sun with its antlers, a piece bounced off the sun and fell straight into the box. The young man immediately slammed the lid of the box, and the wonderful deer rushed back.
They reached the Dark Country, the young man got down from the deer and bowed low to him. And the deer hit his hoof and disappeared.
A young man stands among his people, among the vezhniki, and says:
“You all gave me a hair’s breadth.” I wove a box and brought you a piece of the sun. Just a small piece. Let's release it, let it illuminate our sky and our land. And if you like a particle of the sun, I know how to get the rest of the sun. It’s much more, I can’t do it alone, we all need to do it.
As soon as he said these words, seventy black brothers came running from the round mountain from behind a high fence. They run, wave their arms, shout at the top of their lungs:
- Don't you dare let me out! Our lakes will dry up! The iron in the ground will melt and flood our houses! You yourself will go blind, and we will all burn!
The young man answers them:
– The lakes will not dry up, and the iron will not melt. I saw the sun, I saw the earth around the real sun. That land is beautiful, there is nothing more beautiful! Because the sun hates black!
The black brothers surrounded the young man from all sides and wanted to snatch the box. But then the Vezhniki stood up for their own.
“No,” they said, “we won’t give you the box.” It is woven from our faith, it is from our hope. And if he brought a piece of the sun, let him show everyone!
But the black brothers grabbed the young man and dragged him to the black swamp to drown him along with the box. They see that things are bad, words don’t help. They picked up stones from the ground and rushed at the black brothers. The battle began, and a black wind arose, a real black storm.
And suddenly the box opened. And a piece of the sun flew out of it. The wind picked up and raised the small sun above the black earth.
At first, the sun twinkled over the people like a dim star. Then the wind began to fan it, like fanning the coals in a fire.
And the sun shone, brighter, brighter, and the sky flared up with red light. The swamps lit up, the lakes lit up, and the moss on the shore, the reindeer moss, lit up...
Vezhniki look: the water in the lakes has become blue, the mosses have turned yellow, pink, green... And even the stones have become multi-colored. The Vezhniki never thought that their Dark Country was so beautiful.
And the black brothers became even blacker, just like wet coals. Then they burst into flames and burned without a trace. And the wind scattered the ashes. Because those who do not believe in the sun will not be able to withstand its light and warmth. To whom the sun is not a joy, it is a misfortune for him.
- Thank you! - the men shouted to the young man. - Thank you! Teach us how to get all the sun! Teach!
“Go to where the black brothers lived,” said the young man. - Go and break the high fence. And take a hundred thousand deer. And then we will all go together and get the sun. The Vezhniki did just that.
They broke the high fence, took the deer and went to where the young man pointed.
We drove for a long time, and a huge red sun appeared in the distance. The trekkers got off the reindeer and bowed low to the sun.
The young man said:
– Now place the deer in a large circle, with their heads in one direction.
The Vezhniki did just that.
And suddenly the earth parted, and a wonderful white deer appeared, the same one on which the wise old man once came to the Dark Country.
The wonderful deer touched the sun with its horn, it swayed, rose and smoothly lay on the antlers of all the deer. And a hundred thousand deer carefully carried the sun to the Dark Country.
And they brought the sun safe and sound, and the Dark Country ceased to be dark: flowers and grass rose towards the sun, trees stretched into the sky.
And people in the tundra learned to smile at each other, children and the sun.
Since then, the sun has been shining over the tundra.
And a thousand years have passed since then, and then another thousand and another...
Other people live in the tundra, and they don’t know at all how it can be complete darkness, when day and night cannot be distinguished. But the memory of the brave young man who believed in the sun - the memory still lives and will never die, it is eternal. Like the sun itself is eternal - Great Joy and Great Warmth.

Olesya Chistyakova

Target: Creating an expressive image « sunshine» in collaboration with the teacher.

Tasks:

Educational: continue to teach how to create the simplest forms: roll out a cylinder (sausage) straight movements of the palms; roll out the ball (gingerbread man) circular movements of the palms and slightly modify them - transform them into other forms (flatten the ball into a disk).

Educational: to educate children's responsiveness, the need to come to the aid of those who need it, a careful, kind attitude towards nature, an interest in modeling.

Developmental: develop a sense of form, rhythm, speech, fine motor skills, independence, the skill of performing movements to music.

Technologies:

Person-centered approach

Health-saving

Information (presentation);

Preliminary work: examination of book illustrations in collections of songs, nursery rhymes, folk fairy tales in order to enrich impressions and ideas children about image options sunshine.

Material and equipment: plasticine (yellow, red, blue, green, pumpkin seeds, cardboard or thick blue square paper with an image solar disk without rays, envelope with a surprise (medals « Sun» phonogram music: "Spring Polka" "Music for Kids", laptop, presentation: « Tale about the sun» .

Progress of the lesson:

Educator: Guys, tell me, is it winter outside?

Educator: No, it’s winter. And there is snow.

Educator: Why did he melt?

Educator: Guys, do you want watch a fairy tale about the sun.

Children are watching fairy tale: « Tale about the sun»

(multimedia presentation).

The phonogram sounds: "Music for Kids"

The teacher demonstrates fairy tale, accompanying words:

2 slide. There was snow in the clearing.

The gray bunny came running.

“Oh, when will spring come?

And when will the snow melt?

Where are you sun bell?

Look out quickly, shine it, warm it up!”

Sun spring began to shine in the sky.

Immediately everyone in the clearing became brighter.

The sun smiled, it shone brighter.

And the rays turned all the snow into puddles.

The perky rays began to warm the earth,

The grass began to sprout.

7 slide. In a clearing, on a meadow

Flowers began to bloom.

8 slide. Flowers with playing with the sun.

They open their buds.

The bunny galloped up again,

He took all the animals and birds.

9 slide. Rays of the sun warms everyone.

Birds, animals, having fun,

Everyone is playing in the clearing.

10 slide. Suddenly, an evil cloud flew in.

Luchiku at she wanted to take away the sun.

The animals got scared and everyone ran away.

11 slide. Closed she's sunshine

And she took away all the rays.

Poor thing the sun was very scared.

How it was left without all its rays.

13 slide. Like rays return the sun

Someone help!

14 slide. What to do?

How to be?

Educator: How to return the rays sunshine?

Children offer options on how to help sunshine.

Educator: Guys, maybe we can make some rays out of plasticine?

The children are calling Sun.

Children: Sunshine come to us!

The teacher takes blue cardboard, with a landscape sheet on which is depicted sun disk without rays.

Educator: Look, the sun smiles again.

It was happy that you would help it!

Guys, I have different colors plasticine:

red, blue, green, yellow.

Which one should I choose for sunshine?

Children: Yellow.

Children take lumps of yellow plasticine and roll out plasticine flagella between their palms with straight movements.

both hands and attach it to the cardboard solar disk.

Educator: Well done! How many rays for we blinded the sun?

Children: A lot of.

Educator: Guys, let's give our sunshine! Let's make her a wreath of flowers.

Each of you will make a beautiful flower,

And I will collect flowers in a wreath.

Children are offered colorful plasticine and pumpkin seeds.

Educator: Choose a piece of plasticine that you like and roll out a small ball in your palms. This will be the center of the flower. Then we squeeze it with our fingers so that the ball becomes flattened. Place pumpkin seeds around it. These will be the petals of the flower.

Children make flowers from pumpkin seeds and plasticine.

The teacher imposes on Sun collecting flowers in a wreath.

Educator: Look what a wonderful wreath we gave sunshine.

I think, the sun will be very nice if we sing a spring polka.

Children go out into a round dance and sing "Spring Polka",

performing movements to music.

The phonogram sounds: "Spring Polka"

Educator: We helped return the sun's rays?

Children: Yes.

Educator: Then let's send sunshine in a fairy tale and let's see its continuation.

Children watch the continuation of the electronic presentation « Tale about the sun» .

The phonogram sounds: “Music for kids

16 slide. It's shining again Sun.

The sun is radiant.

Affectionate, warm,

Simply golden!

17 slide. The animals are happy, the birds are happy,

All nature is having fun!

18 slide. Thank you kids

You tried your best!

Our the end of the fairy tale,

And whoever listened, well done.

I send greetings to all the guys

And an envelope with surprises!

Educator: Look, here's an envelope with a surprise!

Children take medals out of an envelope « Sun» and gives them to the children.

“Sunshine Boy” - A fairy tale for a 4-year-old boy who doesn’t want to go to bed.

Once upon a time there was a boy whose name was Sunny. This was an unusual boy. He lived high in the sky and was so bright that he illuminated everything around. Basking under its warm rays, the birds sang songs, and the trees joyfully rustled their green leaves.

The children loved the Sun so much that when he looked out from behind a cloud, they began to jump and cheerfully shout: “Sunny! The sun has come out!” Sunny loved to play with the children in the clearing. He let “sunny bunnies” come to them, the children joyfully caught them and released the bunnies back.

Sunny had a friend - Cockerel. He woke the boy up in the morning, bathed him in the evenings and read bedtime stories. During the day the boy was very busy, he played catch with the clouds, assembled a funny little train out of the clouds, swung on a swing and just ran around.

One thing was bad. Sunny, he really didn’t like to go to bed in the evening. As soon as the Cockerel told him that it was time to go to bed, the boy immediately had thousands of things to do. I needed to watch the cartoon urgently! Then rearrange all the toys! Eat again, and after eating, brush your teeth again.

One day, lying in his crib, the Sun said to Cockerel:

I won't sleep.

“Okay,” said the Cockerel, “If you don’t want to sleep, you can just lie down and rest.”

“I don’t want to lie down,” the boy said.

What will you do? - asked the Cockerel.

I will play! – Sunny answered cheerfully.

But you will be very tired.

I won't get tired! – the boy was stubborn.

Okay, you can play - the Cockerel sighed sadly.

Immediately the blanket flew off the crib, and Sunny ran to the swing.

How joyful and fun!

Finally, you can play as much as you want!

No more sleep!

The sun ran, jumped and had fun. Everything around him seemed to rejoice with him.

Oh, he did so many things!

He made a big tower out of toys. I collected all my lightning-fast cars and started racing. I read a book. I drew a funny picture about Cockerel and released “sunbeams” to the children... but no one began to catch them.

There was no one. The kids were sleeping. The cockerel had long since gone to bed. Even the clouds scattered somewhere.

The sun became sad. Now it's not so interesting to play. He decided to take the cloud train for a ride, but it didn’t want to go. He began to build a tower out of cubes, but the cubes kept falling down. This upset Sunny very much. He played and played and did not notice how he fell asleep.

In the morning the children woke up. The weather was cloudy and cold. The sun was nowhere to be seen.

The cockerel woke up and immediately flew to wake up Sunny. But the boy didn’t want to get up at all. He was in a very bad mood. He hardly opened his eyes and saw that it was dark all around.

What's happened? – Asked Sunny.

“You are very tired, so your light almost disappeared, and it became cold,” answered the Cockerel.

The sun jumped up and ran into the clearing.

The children sat at home and were sad. The boy really wanted to help them have fun, but he had no strength at all, and the “sunny bunnies” could not break through the black clouds.

The birds hid from the cold. The sun tried to warm them, but he couldn’t make his rays, which had almost disappeared, warmer and brighter. The trees swayed sadly in the cold wind. Even the toys lost their bright colors.

The sun rushed frightenedly across the sky and did not know what to do now. Everything around became gray. Dull. Melancholy and despair gripped my heart. Everyone suffered from cold and melancholy. The boy was completely desperate and began to cry.

The Cockerel consoled Sunny, but the boy cried for a long time.

“I will definitely save them,” Sunny decided, having calmed down a little.

When evening came, the boy bathed, brushed his teeth and immediately went to bed.

How pleasant it was to lie on a soft pillow and listen to the tale of the Cockerel! The sun wrapped himself tightly in a warm blanket and, smiling, fell asleep.

In the morning the boy woke up and looked around. It was light and warm around. The toys have regained their bright colors. The sun jumped out of the crib and ran to the clearing. The birds sang and the trees rustled green leaves. Children,

Laughing loudly, they shouted “Sunny! Sun!". The boy smiled and let out the “sunny bunnies.”

Since then, Sunny always went to bed in the evening, because it is so important to wake up rested and in a good mood.

On this summer day, the Sun burned so hot that all the animals and people hid in the shadows, and the water in the river began to evaporate so quickly that the water vapor rose into the Sky in a column. There they cooled and turned into small droplets, which were so small that they did not fall to the Earth, but gathered together, forming a snow-white Cloud.

- The world is beautiful! - it exclaimed. - I really want to watch it. But how to do that?

Then someone rubbed their cheek against his side. The cloud turned around and saw a mischievous boy with flowing long hair.

- Who are you? - Cloud asked.

- I am Veterok! - Veterok answered cheerfully.

-What are you doing in Heaven? - Cloud asked.

“I play with the clouds and disperse the clouds,” Veterok shouted, turning in all directions.

- Breeze, please help me see the world. He's so beautiful! “But I can’t budge,” Cloud asked plaintively.

- Of course, I will help you. You are so fluffy, snow-white, cool, like cotton wool, like fluff, like the whipped cream that people eat, like the most delicious ice cream in the world! “I will blow on you and move you across the Sky in any direction,” Veterok sang joyfully.

That's how they became friends. The breeze helped Cloud either quietly float over the Earth, then fly rapidly, or rush as hard as he could. He blew on it, now weakly, now a little harder, now with all his might. And Cloud was happy and surprised at his acquaintance with the world.

The first thing Cloud did was go to the sea, into which the river flowed, to admire himself in the reflection of the water surface. Cloud looked into the water, as if into a mirror, and saw herself from all sides.

- And I really am beautiful! - Cloud exclaimed.

But then it noticed that it began to gain weight and became larger. It was water vapor that flew to him from the sea.

- Oh oh! - Cloud was upset. - I don’t want to get fat! We need to quickly fly away from the water. Although the sea is so big! And there are so many clouds floating above it. Maybe they are my brothers and sisters? We need to swim closer.

The cloud approached the other clouds and began to get to know them. It didn’t even notice how, during the conversations, all the clouds merged into one huge Cloud. It rose above the Earth as a beautiful snow-white palace with silver lace on the columns. The breeze barely moved this Cloud from its place. It turned out to be just above the fields and vegetable gardens and was so heavy that it could not stay in Heaven and fell to Earth as a short, warm summer rain. It cried, and people rejoiced. There had been no rain for a long time, the grass in the fields began to turn yellow, and vegetables in the gardens did not grow without moisture. People danced and sang with joy:

Rain, rain, water!

There will be a grain harvest.

Rain, rain, let it come -

Let the cabbage grow!

The rain passed, and the hot summer Sun shone in the Sky again. It instantly dried up the puddles on the roads. Where is Cloud? Is his journey over? Yes, here it is. Water vapor from the moisture after the rain quickly rose into the Sky, forming a Cloud.

- How scared I was that it had disappeared! - it exclaimed. - But how many good deeds I have done. Everyone was happy: people, plants, and animals. It turns out that everyone needs me?! Great! I’ll swim further, maybe I’ll help someone else.

And Cloud went on with the Wind. It was late in the evening. All nature was preparing for bed. The cloud felt tired and began to yawn. And then the Sun, which was setting behind the horizon, illuminated it with its radiance. The cloud first closed its eyes from the bright light, and then slowly opened its eyelashes and looked around the sky.

- Fire! Fire! - Cloud shouted.

“Don’t shout like that,” Veterok reassured him, “it’s not a fire, but the Sun is setting.” It’s tired of warming everyone during the day, shining light for everyone, and now it’s going to bed.

The cloud looked around. It was quiet and calm in Heaven. Rare, unusually beautiful clouds spread over it like milk jelly. What colors did the setting Sun and Evening paint them with! Their dresses shimmered in pink, violet, crimson, gold, and smoky colors. Cloud looked at her amazingly beautiful dress. At least now to the ball! But what is this?! The bright colors have disappeared.

- Who stole my beautiful dress?! - Cloud exclaimed. - Give it back now!

“How funny you are, Cloud,” giggled Veterok, “no one stole your dresses.” The sun just went to bed and it became dark. Night has come. And at night everyone sleeps. And you lie down and rest. Tomorrow we will continue our journey.

The cloud closed its eyes and fell asleep. And Veterok stroked his head for a long time and protected his peace. Distant countries and long roads awaited them.

Questions and tasks

- What did the Cloud form from?

-Who did it make friends with?

- Why did the Cloud disappear when it communicated with other clouds over the sea?

- What useful thing did Cloud do?

- How did the Cloud end up in Heaven again?

— Why did the Cloud turn different colors?

— Draw illustrations for the fairy tale.

- Come up with a continuation of the fairy tale: where did Cloud go on a trip, who did he meet, what happened to him?

— Listen to the poem “Clouds” and tell how the weather can be predicted by clouds.

Clouds

Clouds like sails -

The wind rushes them, drives them.

If there are a lot of clouds,

It will definitely rain.

Well, if there are clouds,

Like the feather of the Firebird,

There will be sunshine in the morning.

The birds will chirp.

And collide head-on,

They will turn into a cloud.

And then thunder rumbles -

These clouds are angry!

- Listen to the poem “Fidgety Clouds”, try to enter into a dialogue in the roles of a river and clouds. Tell me why the clouds are constantly moving?

Fidgety clouds

“Zhur-zhur-zhur,” the river murmurs,

I flow from afar."

Past, past, past, past

Clouds float by.

"Where are you going?" - the river screams.

Clouds: “There, there.”

“Perhaps you’ll sail again?”

And they: “When? When?

The dashing wind is driving us.

We only dream of peace.”

Once upon a time there lived the Sun. Big - very big, kind - very kind, warm - very warm! The light of golden rays enlivened and warmed the space, everything around rejoiced at the appearance of the Sun, reached out to him, and smiled.
Only Sunny was sad. Strange Sun. It was frozen all the time! The sun dreamed of warming up, it extended its rays and said:
- Warm me up, please! I'm very cold! – as soon as Sunny uttered these words, everyone immediately ran away.
- It's abnormal! Stay away from him! You can expect anything from him! - I didn’t really want to be friends with the sick sun, and it was again left alone and cold. Well, how, tell me, how can you warm the Sun?
The sun's trouble was that it did not understand that it was the SUN! I didn’t understand that it could itself shine with a warm, joyful light, warm everyone around and not even the slightest decrease in the warmth in it, but on the contrary, it would increase. It’s such a sunny device: the more joy and light it gives, the stronger and brighter it becomes.
You could help Sunny and tell him about it. But it never occurred to anyone that the sun didn’t know that it was the sun. What a disaster! The sun was shining and shining and shivering from the cold. It dreamed of someone who would warm it. Every time someone, seeing the magical radiance, ran towards it, the sun rejoiced: now it will become warm!
- Warm me! Extending warm rays, the Sun asked, and again saw surprised eyes, and heard offensive words:
- Something abnormal! Crazy! Go away!
The sun wandered around the world in sadness and longing, lonely and unhappy. No one wanted to warm it, no matter how much it asked, no matter how much it begged. Sunny had to go through many difficult moments, many bitter tears shed from his golden eyes.
One day, the Sun found himself in the Valley of Permafrost. Tired, it sat down to rest and noticed a beautiful delicate flower frozen in the ice. The sun wanted to revive the flower and breathe in its aroma. It placed its warm palms on the eternal ice, and the ice began to quickly melt, the sun helped itself by blowing its hot breath over the ice floe. It breathed hotly, and soon the earth appeared in place of the ice block; it was still cold, but had already begun to warm up from the warmth of the sun. Together with the earth, the flower came to life. The sun carefully removed his palms, and a miracle happened!
- Thank you, Sunny! You saved my Life! – the Flower rang with a gentle voice.
- I'm not Sunny. - Said the Sun.
-Who are you? – Flower was surprised.
- I don't know. The suns never freeze, but I am always cold, and no one wants to warm me. – Sunny complained.
- You are the real Sunshine! – Flower laughed. “It’s just that no one ever told you that you are Sunshine!” - It was a very smart Flower.
- How so? Is it possible? – the sun shrugged its sunny shoulders.
-Of course it happens! Many people live and do not know who they are, why they came into this world, and what they should do. They get very upset and upset others. But once they understand who they are, everything immediately falls into place!
- How do I know that I am Sunny? – the sun batted its red eyelashes.
“Very simple,” said the Flower. - Look around! This is the Valley of Permafrost! Where have the eternal ice, cold and melancholy gone? While we were talking, the Earth warmed up and woke up, grass and flowers grew on it, bees and butterflies flew in, grasshoppers jumped up, and even the birds sang songs. Look at the little animals snuggled up to your side! They are afraid to move because of happiness, look at their happy faces! - said the Flower. - And I? Was it not from your Love that I returned to Life? Wasn’t it you who warmed me with your warm palms, wasn’t it your hot breath that won my life back from the permafrost? You're sweet! – Flower said very clearly. – The Most Real Sun – bright, warm, kind and joyful! – Flower smiled and stroked Sunny’s palm.
- Am I Sunny? – Sunny asked incredulously. - I am Sunny. “It repeated a little more confidently, and it felt warmer inside. - I am Sunshine! - it became warmer. - I am Sunshine!!! - it became even warmer. - I AM THE SUN!!! Hooray! I am the sunshine!!!” The sunshine shouted joyfully, jumped, spun, and danced, rejoicing at its discovery. - Sun! Sun! Sun! – it hummed. - I can give everyone Joy, Light and Warmth endlessly! I can’t freeze, because I am the Sun - the source of Love!
- Yes! Yes! Yes! You're sweet! The most wonderful Sunshine in the world! - Flower was happy for his friend.
- Thank you, magical Flower! You created a miracle, you warmed me! - Embracing the Flower with its rays, the Sun said, and tears of joy glistened on his fluffy eyelashes.
- It only takes a miracle to understand Who are you? You did it yourself. – Flower smiled. “I just called you by Your name.”
“I will remember you all my life, and send you the light and warmth of my Love,” the Sun promised, setting off on the New Path.
- All the best to you! Thank you for giving me life again. I will always remember you, smelling fragrance in your honor. Let everyone know about your kindness.
The flower and the sun hugged and parted forever. But wherever the Sun was, the Flower felt his Light and warmth. No matter how high the Sun rose, the fragrance of the Flower reached him, and they both smiled, I remember a long time meeting.
The sun went for a walk around the world, performing many miracles. It smiled at everyone, and everyone smiled at it. It warmed everyone with its warmth, and everyone shared their love and joy with it. But the most important thing Sunny did was to help other freezing Sunny understand themselves. The suns stopped being sad and freezing, and there was more and more warmth, joy and light in the world every day. Do you notice?
This is a fairy tale about you, SUNNY!
08/04/11, Lokhvitsa

© Copyright: Liliya Akhmedova, 2011
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