Winter is the time for snow games and fun
We have all been waiting for winter for a long time, and most of all - the winter holidays, because this is a time of joy, laughter, and most importantly - real snowy fun.
You can come up with fun for every taste: making snowmen, playing snowballs, sledding, skiing or skating. You can play tag or just fool around and roll around in the snow without fear of getting dirty.
Most of all I like to play snowballs with friends and go sledding. During the holidays, we go outside together every day and immediately start playing. Someone makes a snowball first and throws it at the other. That’s when the real “battle” begins—a “snowball fight.” Then we go sledding: we find the best sledding hill not far from our yard and start going down from it. Sometimes someone may bring skis from home. Then all of us, fascinated by these “winter shoes,” take turns trying to skillfully walk at least a few steps.
On weekends my parents and I go to the skating rink. There we begin our family “marathon”: who can skate faster? Of course, dad always wins, because he is the strongest and most agile of all of us.
Winter is a wonderful time of year, which brings a lot of interesting, useful and enjoyable entertainment. In addition, my favorite holidays fall during this period - New Year and Christmas.
Winter is a time for fun snow games and fun. That's why I like it more than other seasons.
Folk games for middle school students
Of course, in the middle group you can continue to offer the same games to the children, but it is better to complicate them, for example:
In addition, new exciting folk games are being introduced.
Ball rolling
This kind of fun is good to have after a snowfall. The guys are divided into teams (about 5-6 people) and distributed around the site. At the teacher’s signal, each group begins to roll a snow globe. After some time, a second signal follows, and the kids roll their big balls towards the teacher. The winner is the group with the largest lump.
Large snow globes are good for building fortresses or other structures that can also be used in games. You can also build a large snowman out of them on your site.
Children always loved to roll big balls of snow
"Bell"
An adult hangs a bell on a beautiful ribbon on a tree branch or horizontal bar. The guys throw snowballs at it to make it ring. The winner will be the one who hits the bell the maximum number of times.
Alternatively, two teams can participate in the game.
In the middle group, children can already throw snowballs at a target - for example, at a bell so that it rings
"Snowball Traps"
A circle with a diameter of about five meters is indicated in the snow. The participating children go there. The driver-trap (first time an adult, and then preschoolers) stands not far from the circle and holds a basket of snowballs in his hands. On command, he begins to throw them at the players, and they must dodge in every possible way inside the circle. After the snowballs are over, a new catcher is appointed from among the children who were not able to reach the snowballs.
The trap throws snowballs at children who must dodge them
"Snow Tower"
A small tower up to a meter long is built from snow (for this it must be loose and wet) (as an option, a snowman of similar height). The guys are divided into teams of “defenders” and “invaders”. The former block their “fortress”, defending themselves with cardboard or ice cubes), while the latter are at a distance from it, threatening them with snowballs. All together the preschoolers say:
After this, the “invaders” begin to throw snowballs at the turret (one at a time each), trying to destroy it. The “defenders” bravely repel the attack with the help of cardboard boxes and ice cubes. If the tower fails to be destroyed, the teams change roles.
Some children guard a snowman or a tower, while others try to break it with snowballs
“Ice, wind and frost” (the game came from Siberia and the Far East)
First, the guys, turning to each other, stand in pairs and clap their hands to the words of the teacher (one clap in their own palms, the other in the palms of their partner):
At the command “Wind!” “ice pieces” scatter, jump, spin, jump, etc. After the command “Frost!” Children quickly line up in a circle, forming a large ice floe - holding hands.
Holding hands in a circle, children depict a large ice floe
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Mini-essay on the topic “Winter fun”
A snow-white winter has arrived. Snow covered the ground with a white fluffy blanket. The time for winter fun for children has begun.
Children take sleds, skis and go up the hill. Nastenka has already completed her descent. Her friend Andrei is preparing for the start. He skillfully controls the skateboard.
It is also very interesting for skiers. The children's cheeks turned red from the frost, speed and joy. Everyone is cheerful, laughter and cheerful squeals of joy can be heard from everywhere.
This is why children love and look forward to winter.
Stories about winter for children 8-12 years old
Author's stories about winter and New Year holidays for children and teenagers
(methodological development) Myasnikova Daria Vladimirovna URFU, Associate Professor of the Department of Sociology and STU Drawing - Chingiz Uldanov
Relevance. Winter and New Year's holidays are a great time for active recreation with the whole family. Love of winter sports and winter adventures can also be conveyed through literary forms, such as short stories that can be read to children before bed. Even teenagers can be inspired to love winter sports. It is they who are offered the story “Ski Track!” Adolescence is a turning point in the consciousness of a young person. This is the time when he is looking for new heroes, new goals and values. Parental moral teachings are perceived with a slight grin. During the period of growing up, a person needs ideological support, but he is not always ready to accept it, especially from his parents. One of the tools for successful socialization is reading. Classic literature educates a teenager, but many read it “under pressure”, not wanting to get a bad grade. The situations and heroes of such works seem not modern to the children, living in a completely different time, so their thoughts and actions lose their relevance. Frankly speaking, many classic works of Russian writers do not give due place to a healthy lifestyle; more emphasis is placed on the development of the soul, self-education, the ability to devotedly love and sacrifice oneself for great goals and the Motherland. All this is great, but what is clearly missing is a new literary form - short stories about modern teenagers who love life and sports, which can be read on a mobile phone on the way to school. Goal : To involve children and teenagers in useful reading of short stories about winter fun, a healthy lifestyle, to inspire them to take real action (“tear them away” from the computer). Objectives: • Create short literary forms (stories) about children, teenagers, their actions, values; • Distribute stories on social networks that teenagers use for communication (“Vkontakte”, “My World”); • Recommend these stories to class teachers for discussion in classes and meetings of teenagers. It is advisable that they are talked about not by teachers, but by high school students invited to class hours - curators, tutors, counselors. The main idea of pedagogical development: By reading funny short stories about winter and winter fun, you can start the process of involving a child or teenager in an active life, awaken the desire to participate in competitions, achieve success in school, sports, and improve not only the soul, but also the body. Main part Three stories are offered aimed at involving children and adolescents in winter sports (“Ski track!”) and developing an active life position (“Behind the Christmas tree”, “Unexpected costume”). 1. The story “Ski!”, author Myasnikova D.V.
Ski track!
(story) Myasnikova D.V. The guys have been waiting for this competition for a long time. Not everyone can perform, or better yet win, as part of the youth team at the Russian biathlon competitions at the age of 17! Our guys were in a great mood. Tomorrow morning they need to overtake St. Petersburg and Moscow. Only lanky Lekha was more worried than anyone and kept saying things. “If only the hare didn’t jump onto the ski track.” I'll shoot you, damn it! - What kind of bunnies are there? Security everywhere, spectators. All the animals have already been scared away. – Kirill, the team captain, calmed him down, confident in the best outcome of events. “A year ago, for no apparent reason, my ski cracked on the slope, it rolled disgustingly, I didn’t get into the top three. – chatty Gray supported the conversation. - Well, they started snotting like women! – Senka barked, “Shut up, let’s go to sleep.” Kirill commanded, turning off the light. - All boys, go to sleep! There was silence. When the captain's measured snoring was heard, Gray whispered to Senka Denyukhin. - We know this hare, Grandfather, his name is Zoya Smirnova. Now you can expect everything from Lekha. When she's on the women's team, expect trouble. The guy twitches and gets nervous thinking about her. - Yes, okay, it’ll be okay! Don't talk too much, let's go to sleep! “Senka muttered, turning over to the other side. The next morning somehow didn’t work out. It's warmer. Large sticky snow fell, and even with the wind. It was slippery on the hills, and a mess in the lowlands. Every lap the guys heard the familiar voices of the girls cheering for them; the active Zoya squealed the loudest. Snow flakes blinded our eyes, sweat flowed down our temples, and only the motionless spruce trees, wrapped waist-deep in snowdrifts, envied the skiers flying somewhere. The guys walked well, clearly keeping their distance. Lekha rushed ahead, followed by Gray, then Grandfather, and the captain brought up the rear. We shot both “prone” and “standing” with dignity, and reached the last loop in the forest. Suddenly, right on the downhill slope, an amateur crossed the road for the racers, picking up decent speed on a forest track. Gray was the first to notice him and shouted with all his might. - Ski track!!! Lekha, stop! But Alexey, apparently preoccupied with thoughts of his heroic appearance in Zoya’s eyes, had no intention of slowing down. He simply did not notice the skier. Further events unfolded at the speed of a bullet flying at a target. Lech, from a low squat, drove into the skier’s head, severely scratching him with his protruding rifle. And he also did not remain in debt - he knocked out the champion’s jaw with his head. But the main thing is that both remained alive. The rest stopped successfully, jumping into the nearest snowdrifts. Security came running and an ambulance was called. Several teams flew past. Having assessed the situation, Kirill made a proposal. -Guys, let's get out of the race. Everyone was silent. Lekha, rising from the snowdrift, muttered something, adjusted his rifle, took his sticks and drove off. The team looked questioningly at the captain. Kirill answered. - OK! We're not needed here anymore, are we? Let's go! Only twice as fast! It took a long time to catch up with Lyokha, but they finally caught up. Everyone returned to their positions. He seemed to have completely lost his head, his speed was simply frantic. When the guys crossed the finish line, they realized that they had come fifth, but everyone lost sight of Lech. It turned out he went to the next round. Gray caught up with him, grabbed his hand and said. - Leshka, stop! We've arrived! - A? Fto? Uwe finif? – he said, speaking with difficulty with his jaw curled to the side. The “hero” was escorted to the emergency room by Zoya, who was inspired by the boys to help her admirer. 2. The story “Behind the Christmas tree”, author Myasnikova D
V. Behind the Christmas tree (story) Myasnikova D.V. - Grandfather, why didn’t you and your grandmother decorate the Christmas tree? After all, New Year is coming soon? – asked little granddaughter Katyushka, tugging at her grandfather’s sleeve, who had been trying to concentrate and finish a scientific article for three hours. -Yes! Indeed! - Desperate to complete the work he started today, the grandfather said with a smile. - Galina! - the grandfather shouted to Baba Gala, who was busy in the kitchen, - I think I’ll go get the Christmas tree for my granddaughter. - Look, Volodya, it’s cold there. Maybe we can do without a Christmas tree? Katyushka will be taken away by her parents soon,” Baba Galya said when she entered her husband’s office, but seeing the enthusiasm in his burning eyes, she realized that her sober thoughts did not find support, “Do you even know where they are sold?” – Baba Galya said, carefully stroking her husband’s back. - Yes! - came the short answer. Grandfather clapped his hands, collected his papers, carefully placing them in folders, and rushed to get dressed. - I want to go get the Christmas tree too! Bah, is it possible? – Katerina whined. “Wait, Katyusha, it’s very cold there today, and then how long Grandfather will be looking for the Christmas tree is unknown... Let me take out the old toys and garlands, and you and I will decorate the apartment, huh?” - Baba Galya said to her irrepressible granddaughter, - Katya, will you help me climb onto the mezzanine? Katya thought indecisively. Walking with my grandfather was a lot of fun, but the mezzanine, located right under the ceiling of the house, was something completely fabulous and alluring. There were a lot of old things and toys there that she had long wanted to see. And here is such an opportunity! While the grandmother tried to persuade her granddaughter to stay at home, the grandfather got ready and stood in the doorway. -All girls. Wait for me, I'll be there soon! – Grandfather blurted out, inspired by the idea of clearing his head a little and making his granddaughter happy. On the mezzanine it turned out to be terribly interesting: neatly folded old carpets, books, magazines, a Christmas tree stand in the shape of a huge snowflake, and, of course, the boxes themselves with garlands and New Year's toys. There was a treasure trove of the unknown there. Katyushka pulled all this out and pulled it out. In order to somehow distract Katerina from shaking up the old trash, of which there was still a lot in this God-forsaken place, Baba Galya said. “Katyushka, let’s go have tea with sweets, and I’ll tell you a funny story about how my brother and I went to the forest to pick up a Christmas tree.” - Only then will I climb in there, okay? – the granddaughter, who loved Babina’s stories, answered, going down the stepladder. The kettle made a noise and turned off. The grandmother took out a bag of sweets, which had already ceased to arouse any interest in the child. — Guess what color this sweet candy is? – Grandma Galya asked cheerfully, putting her hand into a bag of colorful sweets. - Green! – The granddaughter answered playfully. - I didn’t guess, I didn’t guess! – the grandmother commented smiling, “now this is my candy.” Guess what color this sweet candy is? - Maybe red? – Katya asked hopefully. - Well done! This candy is yours! – Baba Galya said, holding out “Red Poppy”. Katyusha happily unwrapped the chocolate candy, took a bite and washed it down with tea with gusto. “Now I want to drive,” the granddaughter said, taking the bag of sweets given to her. -Guess what color this sweet candy is? - Yellow! - What a cunning Baba you are! I won't have any candy left! Take it! – and handed the “Pineapple” to my grandmother. - Listen, Ba, you wanted to tell me about how you and your brother went to pick up the Christmas tree... - Ah... well, yes! – Baba Galya said, chewing green caramel. It was winter in a village in the Urals. Dad served there, and my brother, mother and I were preparing for the New Year. I was ten years old then. Vaska is about five. A lot of snow fell. So my brother and I decided to go pick up the Christmas tree while mom was preparing dinner. Of course, they didn’t tell mom anything, they just quietly took the skis and dad’s hacksaw and walked towards the forest, which was not very far away - across the field. - Do you like this tree? – Allochka asked her brother again. That's what my family called me when I was little. Only in the most serious situations did my name turn back into Galina. - Nope. “She’s kind of cool,” answered the picky Vaska, burr. -Well, yes, you're right. Let’s move on,” the elder sister said with a sigh. - Look, this one will do? - Allochka asked with hope for approval. – This slifkom is small, Petka’s is bigger! “The one-meter-tall chief answered with furrowed eyebrows. - At Petka's, at Petka's! How long are we going to walk through the snowdrifts here? Do you know that the sun will set soon? Mom probably already lost us, and we haven’t even chosen a Christmas tree yet,” the older sister began to be indignant, “Well, what kind of Christmas tree do you want?” You don’t even know yourself! Now I’ll cut down the first one I come across and let’s go home, got it! – Allochka said, almost shouting. “With fakes,” Vaska said. - What? – Allochka said turning around. “With fifties, fluffy, big,” the younger brother lisped, clearly listing the necessary criteria for choosing a Christmas tree. The elder sister stopped near a tall tree and raised her head up. - Yes, commander. Sit here, I went after your tree with cones. This one will do, look? - Allochka asked Vaska, pointing to the very top of a huge old, branchy spruce tree, hung with clusters of cones. - Yeah! – my brother shouted joyfully. Determined Allochka climbed up. Soon Vasya completely lost sight of her. Walking through the forest was fun, but standing around waiting for my sister became colder and colder. - Alla, are you there? – the younger brother began to whine. - I'm cold... Why have you been there for so long? - I'm drinking. I'm cold too, but I can bear it. “You want the most beautiful Christmas tree with pine cones on the top?” I heard my sister’s voice from somewhere above. After a while, the plaintive voice of the operation commander squeaked. - Jackdaw, get down, I don’t want these damned things, you can hear the wolves howling... it’s getting dark, I’m completely frozen... I’m scared... In response, I could only hear the desperate screech of a saw and the crunch of branches. - Move five steps away from the tree! Do you hear, Vasya! – Allochka shouted with all her might. Vaska, stupefied by the cold, was saved only by the fact that the top of the tree, cut off by his sister, hung on a large lower branch and could not hit the baby. Alla jumped off the ground and only then realized how risky she was by throwing the tree to the ground. - Allochka, you got down, Ulla! Go home! – Vasily rushed into the warm embrace of his sister. - That's it, buddy, you and I found the most beautiful Christmas tree in the village! Let’s go!” Allochka commanded. Rubbing her brother Allochka’s frozen arms and legs, dragging the Christmas tree behind her, she moved towards the house. It turned out to be quite heavy. The reason was huge clusters of cones that clung to stumps and hummocks, preventing normal movement through the snow-covered forest. “Galka, I can’t walk anymore, I’m tired,” Vaska groaned. - Okay, sit on the tree. “I’ll take you,” Allochka decisively suggested, for whom Vaska’s life was much more important than a trophy won from nature. Vaska climbed behind the tree, and Alla pulled the tree with all her might, with jerks, placing it on Vasyutka’s skis. We probably would have frozen in this dark forest if dad had not found us when he returned from work. I don’t know what he said to his mother, who couldn’t take care of the children, but this New Year she was a little sad. And the tree, bald on one side, was still the most beautiful in the village; several cones on it survived and aroused genuine envy among the local children. - Well, girls, accept the forest beauty! – the red-cheeked grandfather, standing with a huge, fluffy Christmas tree on the threshold, shouted loudly. - Wow, grandpa, great job! It smells so good! Now you will have a real New Year, like in your childhood, right, Grandmother? – Katyushka exclaimed jumping around the green guest. Baba Galya smiled and barely noticeable tears sparkled in her eyes. 3. The story “An Unexpected Costume”, author Myasnikova D.V. Unexpected costume (story) Myasnikova D.V. It's a wonderful time - New Year's holidays! How warm and cheerful it is at home. Adults smile and are in no hurry. Everyone was in the kitchen today: from young to old. Mom cut salads, grandmother beat the dough for the cake. Katyushka, who had not been taken to kindergarten today, was intently peeling her fifth clove of garlic with her lips stuck out. “Katyusha,” my mother said affectionately, “I think that’s enough.” Even dad, who loves everything spicy, might be scared of beet salad if I put five more cloves on the plate! “Then we’ll give this salad to Santa Claus,” my daughter seriously retorted. - Why him? – asked the curious Baba Galya with a smile. - Bah, look out the window. See, it's cold there. This is Del Moroz riding on a sleigh through the forest, probably frozen. Our garlic salad will warm it up. It will drive out all his snot,” said the diligent granddaughter, reaching for another clove of garlic and sniffling. Mom and grandma giggled. Katya was in a great mood today. She got enough sleep, wasn’t capricious, helped prepare the holiday food, and, to her surprise, the adults also changed a lot. Take my mother, for example. Even when it was her birthday and she was expecting guests, her look was serious, preoccupied. Today she was completely different - cheerful, relaxed, very, very beautiful. “Mommy,” Katya said, deciding to continue the conversation, “you are the most beautiful in the world!” - Even in curlers and a robe? – Mom asked in surprise. - Yeah! - said Katya. - Katyusha, you’ll have to live up to it! “Then, soon the guests will appear,” my mother said, looking at her watch and untying her apron. - Wait, I'll be right back. Five minutes later, the kitchen was filled with the sparkling beauty of the Snow Queen. In white beaded shoes, a long blue dress decorated with tinsel, and a carved crown on her head, stood an unrecognizable mother. - Wow! – Baba Galya and Katyushka said in unison. “Well, daughter, you can’t be allowed near the beets like this now!” Sit and relax, and I’ll tell you about how, as a child, I surprised all the guests with my unexpected costume. That year, dad, mom, Allochka and Vaska were invited to celebrate the New Year holiday by neighbors on the street. They had three sons, the same age, a little older and a little younger than Allochka. It was already time to go out, but she still hadn’t decided what outfit to wear to visit the boys. If there were girls there, then there would be no questions, but here are the boys... If she puts on a snowflake dress, embroidered with sequins and tinsel, then these tomboys will definitely pull her jewelry and will certainly tear everything off... If she chooses a cat costume, then in an hour he won't have a tail... Maybe a fox costume? No, after three years she was already tired of the fox, and then, under this hat in a warm house, her hair would sweat and stick together. - Hello, baby, are you ready? I already dressed Vasya and took the cockerel costume. Who will you be at the holiday? – Mom asked, trying to put the hat on Vasya’s constantly spinning head. “I decided to just wear a pantsuit.” I'll be...I'll be...a girl in a blue suit! – Allochka answered dryly, who loved to amaze guests with her outfits, but today something went wrong. - Strange, okay. I decided so I decided. Well, shall we go out? - Mom said. It was a truly fabulous night outside. Snow was falling. Under the light of the lanterns one could see the amazing dance of each flying snowflake. The path to the neighbors' house sparkled with diamonds. Allochka was in no hurry to go to these mischievous boys, she walked slower and slower, enjoying the freshness of the air and the beauty of New Year's Eve. - Daughter, where are you? We are already knocking on our neighbors' door! – Mom said in a slightly dissatisfied voice. - Now! I'll just finish the little snowman and catch up with you! – Allochka answered, placing one lump of snow on top of another. Ten minutes later the whole family: dad, mom, Vasya and Allochka were already sitting at the table and eating pies with poppy seeds that the hostess had just baked. This was the favorite treat of all the children and, of course, Allochka. After three pies, I no longer wanted to eat and all the children, to the delight of the adults, crawled out from behind the table and ran around the house. - One two three four five! I'm going to look for who wasn't hiding, it's not my fault! – Eight-year-old Leshka shouted. Allochka rushed into the nearest dark room under the old sofa. The gap between the sofa and the floor was narrow, but thin Allochka, in blue trousers that hugged her legs, just fit in there. Leshka had already run past the secret place twice, even looked in and looked straight into Allochka’s eyes, but in the darkness he couldn’t see anyone there. Allochka was funny at first, but then she became bored and even disgusted. Here under the sofa had not been washed for a long time, and her nose was very itchy. She could not resist and began to sneeze loudly, which attracted Leshka, who had completely lost her. Meanwhile, the adults, happy and relaxed, sat at the festive table, talking about the successes of their children, who every now and then rushed past with a whoop. Finally, Leshka discovered Allochka sneezing and led her out of the dark room to the guests. Suddenly silence reigned, and only my mother could not restrain herself. - Alla, look who you look like?! Then Allochka saw her reflection in the sideboard. Instead of a cute girl in a blue trouser suit, she was faced with a monster with disheveled hair covered with pieces of many years of dust, which was almost evenly distributed throughout the outfit. A wave of laughter swept through the room. Everyone laughed: the boys, the adults at the table, and even the old grandfather, who was sitting in a chair and could no longer walk at all, giggled and kept saying. - Well, I killed you, girl! A few more seconds and tears of resentment would have flowed from Allochka’s eyes, but suddenly an idea struck her. She made a cheerful grimace and began to rush around the room, pretending to be a wild monkey. She jumped, squealed, and tumbled. Her behavior discouraged the adults, but the boys were completely delighted. The holiday was a success! On the way back, she received a scolding from her parents, but after this New Year, the neighboring boys not only respected Allochka, but also recognized her as their leader. - Great! Well done, grandma, for not being at a loss and finding a way out of the situation! Don't cry all New Year's Eve over a ruined suit? Let me go and think of something too...” said the inspired Katyushka and flew to the nursery to change clothes. Expected results from the implementation of the development The proposed stories (included in a series of similar literary works) will become the object of correspondence in mobile applications, social networks, which will help educators and teachers instill the values of: • A healthy lifestyle • An active life position • Aspirations for high results in life and sports • Team spirit • Love and true friendship • Courage, selfless behavior, in emergency situations
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In the painting “Winter Fun” we see deep winter and children having fun. The guys are making snowmen, they have almost made two and are starting to make a third. Two boys are rolling a large snow globe, a girl is decorating a ready-made snowman, and a local dog is looking at them. In the background of the picture we see wooden houses in blue and yellow colors. The trees are covered with snow. The guys are dressed warmly: jackets, scarves, gloves and hats. The picture depicts a clear day and most likely the guys will be called to lunch, interrupting the process of making snowmen. Children make snowmen with dedication and work, and the snowmen turn out to be even bigger than themselves! Children used to spend more time outside with friends, but now they sit at home with gadgets. Children really enjoy spending this sunny, winter day in each other's company. The dog is interested in watching the guys, and I think she also wants to take part in this process. The sky is clear blue. When spring comes, their snowmen will melt. But I think the guys will find a new, exciting activity. The painting is painted in bright colors, which lifts my mood. After watching this picture I wanted to meet my friends. I really liked this painting and would like to hang it in my room.
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Winter forest
An endless number of photographs and paintings depict the beauty of winter landscapes. A walk in the winter forest leaves an indelible impression. Far from the bustle of the city, nature preserves pristine snow in an untouched form for much longer. Traces of animals and birds can be seen on the snow-white blanket. Nature seems to be in hibernation and only the crunch of snow underfoot breaks the forest silence. The caps of snow on the trees give them special grandeur.
The winter forest is like an icy kingdom, ruled by plants and animals. The snowy figures from the trees resemble guards who gesticulate and say something with every breath of wind. Fluffy fir trees and pines with their green needles dilute the gray colors. The branches of the bushes bent to the ground under the weight of the snow caps. Most often, hares hide under them.
Forest
Sometimes the forest seems lifeless. With the first snow, the forest nature radiates a peaceful atmosphere. But if you look closely, you can see how agile squirrels and birds are jumping along the tops in search of food. If they are lucky, they will come across frozen rowan berries or cones. Red-breasted bullfinches can be seen by the contrasting outfit. From the sounds you can hear a woodpecker knocking on a tree or noisy sparrows chattering. There are animal feeders in the forest, so you shouldn’t go for a walk empty-handed. When snow falls, it is very difficult to get food. Therefore, taking a dozen nuts with you will come in very handy.
With the appearance of the sun, the forest seems to shine through. The sun's rays get entangled in tree branches and blind the eyes. I remember the words of the great Russian writer A.S. Pushkin: “Frost and sun, a wonderful day.”
The winter forest becomes a source of inspiration for many. Walking along snow-covered trails energizes you and makes you want to come back again and again. The winter landscape evokes a feeling of celebration and a premonition of wonderful events.
