A short tale about the wind. The fairy tale "Where the North Wind Lives" Questions and tasks for the fairy tale about the Wind
Once upon a time there was a Veterok in the world, he was still very young and inexperienced. And such a naughty boy! All he wants to do is play and have fun. One day he went out for a walk and was thinking about what to do, who to play with. Suddenly he sees a girl walking along the path along the river. So beautiful, so elegant, in a straw hat!
- Let's play! — the breeze laughed and blew on the girl.
At that moment, the hat flew off her head and fell into the river.
- Oh, you nasty Veterok! Get out of here! This was my new hat! – the girl got angry.
The breeze was a little upset, but soon forgot about it and flew on. I flew and flew and saw a young mother with a stroller, sitting on a bench and reading a book.
- Let's play! – the breeze rejoiced and swirled around.
“They’ll definitely want to play with me,” thought Veterok and went down to them. - Let me play with you!
But the children were not at all happy about the appearance of Veterok. Because from its blow, the shuttlecock was blown to the side, and they could not hit it with a racket.
- You ruined the whole game for us! - they said to Veterok. – We don’t want to play with you.
Here Veterok became completely upset and flew away. He sat down on the top of the tallest pine tree and began to cry. The Sun, who was walking across the sky, heard his cry and turned to the Wind:
- Baby, why are you crying?
- Nobody wants to play with me. Everyone kicks me out, saying that I’m nasty and that I’m bothering them. Nobody needs me! - Veterok explained through tears.
— Before you started playing, did you ask them if they wanted to play? Maybe they were busy with something else at that moment? Maybe you disturbed them?
- No, I didn’t ask. Doesn’t everyone want to play, how can I interfere with someone?! – Veterok was surprised.
“You can,” Sunny smiled tenderly. - Still, you are the wind, and you are not always in the right place. Instead of playing with those who are busy with something else, you better look around and see how many people need your help.
- To whom, for example? – Veterok asked.
- You see that grandmother sitting on the bench. It seems to me that she wouldn’t mind a slight breeze,” said Sunny.
The breeze came down and heard the grandmother’s words:
- Well, it’s hot today, and I walked quickly, I’m tired, I’m steamed. If only the breeze would blow and refresh.
- Grandma, here I am. Do you want me to blow on you? – Veterok asked her joyfully.
- Yes, son. “Be kind,” said the grandmother.
The breeze blew on grandma, and she felt much better.
“Thank you,” she said.
- Today is a good day, sunny. The laundry will dry quickly. If only the breeze had blown, then we would have had time to hang the other basin.
“Here I am,” Veterok rejoiced. - I’ll help you now!
“Thank you, you are our helper,” the woman thanked Veterok.
“I can grind the grain today if the wind blows.” He's not there yet.
- Oh, what a pity, I really need flour for this evening! – his interlocutor was upset.
- I can help you! – Veterok shouted to them from above.
He began to blow on the mill with all his might to bring its blades to work. Soon the mill started spinning and spinning, and the miller managed to grind the grain.
- Thank you, Veterok! – the miller thanked with all his heart.
“Eh, he doesn’t want to swim at all,” one complained to the other.
-Can I play with you? – Veterok asked. “I’ll blow on the boat, and it will float forward with ease.”
- Hooray! Yes! We really want to! - the boys were happy.
The breeze played with the guys and the boat until the evening, until the Sun began to prepare for bed. The children ran home to have dinner and go to bed. The breeze also went to his crib. The setting sun waved goodbye to the breeze and said:
“You see, how many good things you did today, how many people you found useful.” Well done! Good night! See you tomorrow!
- this is the world in which a child lives, where he fantasizes and plays, creates and reflects, learns about the world and himself in this world! Today I offer five good tales about the wind. Why about the wind? Because wind, especially in autumn, is a completely unremarkable and even unpleasant phenomenon at first glance. But if you look at him through the eyes of a storyteller-creator, you will see in him something amazingly beautiful and interesting that many are not allowed to see. The ability to notice the unusual in the ordinary, to see in a completely inconspicuous phenomenon what others do not see in it, and to be surprised at one’s discovery is the beginning of the development of creative abilities in a child, the very creativity that is now written and talked about a lot.
Enjoy your journey into the world of good fairy tales!
Good fairy tales. Five fairy tales about the wind for children.
Don't rush to read all the fairy tales in a row. You can get to know each of them not for a day, not two, but even a week. And if the child liked the fairy tale, then he may demand to read it again and again, play it again and again! This means that the child has found in her what he needs now. You shouldn’t dissuade him and offer him instead of the old one. a new fairy tale. Continue reading until your child asks you to repeat it.
Good fairy tales for children from 3-4 years old.
A good fairy tale - a dramatization for kids “Where does the wind live?”
We introduce ourselves to the world around us and develop speech.
Ask your child where the wind lives? Listen to his assumptions (most likely fairy tales - “the wind lives in a house in the forest and hides from us there” or “the wind lives in the sky behind the clouds”) and tell the story of how a calf looked for the wind according to a fairy tale by Gennady Tsyferov.
“The stupid Calf kept thinking about the wind: “Where does it hide when it’s not there?” The Calf looked into the dog's house and into the beehive, and then went to the meadow.
I searched there and searched and suddenly I accidentally touched the bell with my foot. “Ding-ding-ding,” the bell rang, and the Calf understood everything: there, in the blue bell, the wind was hiding. “I found you! Come out, wind! - the Calf was happy. And the wind in the bell laughed: “Ding-ding-ding.”
Dramatization based on a fairy tale.
Play out this story with toys. It is not at all necessary that in your fairy tale it is the calf who will go looking for the wind. It could be a bunny or a bear. For staging, take the toys or pictures that you have at home. And your character will look for the wind:
- in the kennel, where does anyone live? (let the baby remember at the same time who lives where),
- in a hollow,
- in the den,
- in the stables,
- in the pigsty, and
- in the nest,
- in the hut (where the beaver lives),
- in the barn (and talk to the cow),
- in the meadow (where the ladybug lives)
- and wherever you think of together with your baby.
In addition to the fact that the baby and I will remember who lives where, we will solve another very important task in the child’s development. In this game we will develop the ability to build a dialogue, ask and answer questions.
Here is an approximate plot of a fairy tale - a game with toys “Where does the wind live?”:
“Where does the wind live?” - I thought... (Your character, for example, is a bear cub) and went to look for him. The little bear walked and walked. He sees - ahead... (pause so that the child can think of or name from the picture what it is) - there is an oak tree. And in the oak - ... what is it? “Duplo,” the baby will answer. Who lives in it? Yes! It's a squirrel! Let's find out, maybe the wind is hiding in her house!
Here, here, here. Who lives here? (adult)
- I'm the squirrel. Who are you? (child)
And I...(for example, a bear cub). I like to eat honey and raspberries. What do you like? (adult)
- And I love nuts, mushrooms and acorns (child on behalf of the squirrel).
I have a brown warm fur coat. What about you? (adult on behalf of the bear cub)
And I have a red fur coat and a fluffy big tail. (squirrel)
Don't you know where the wind lives? Haven't you seen him?
No, I don't know. He is not in the hollow.
Where will you find the wind? Maybe on the windowsill behind a flower - you will raise your hands to the window and feel the breeze. Or maybe he will hide on the street in your fairy tale, and during your walk you will continue to look for him? It can hide in a hairdryer or vacuum cleaner, or simply under a cabinet on the floor. Fantasize with your baby and enjoy it. The wind can even play hide and seek, and then you get a fairy tale with a continuation, which you can play for a long time and always with interest!
Fairy tale - cartoon “Golden Ears”. The wind is a friend and helper of man. What kind of wind can there be?
Another good tale about the wind based on Belarusian fairy tales. A fairy tale about how Yanko and Olesya searched for the wind, and how the wind helped them grow a crop of golden spikelets. In it the child will see and windmill, And different character wind, and how the wind helps to cause rain, driving clouds from one place to another and much more that we told him about.
Discuss this cartoon with your child. Ask him which cartoon characters he really liked and why? Which ones didn’t you like at all? Why? What would he have done in the boy's place? What did he remember most from the cartoon? How can the wind help people? Can it harm people?
Fairy tale – opening “The Tale of the Wind”.
We develop children's creative abilities.
In this good fairy tale we will draw the wind, trying to convey the mood and character of the wind with a line or shape. How to draw the mood of the wind? There is no clear solution! It is precisely tasks that do not have a clear answer that develop creativity baby, help him discover his own way of expressing his vision of the world.
Creative tasks are much easier for children than for adults! But try to draw with your child! It will give you pleasure and more! After all, drawing without a model, by mood, by intuition, by inspiration, is the type of activity that activates the right hemisphere, which we so lack in our overly restless and logical adult life! So, let's start drawing a fairy tale!
Part 1.
Once upon a time there was a wind. At first I lived well and had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everyone and everywhere rejoiced at the wind... The wind will blow from the field and bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow and the smell of cut grass flies in. People are happy again. Well, if the wind brings moist, salty coolness from the sea, people are happy, they couldn’t be happier. The wind could do many things. He knew how to turn the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes as well as the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it along blue sea. Everything worked out well for the wind. And therefore, if sometimes he slammed the windows too loudly, no one was offended by him. After all, what would people do in a hot summer without a good, fresh wind! That's how it was in the summer.
Let's draw the wind in summer. What is he like? (Cheerful, light, mischievous, fresh, fragrant, pleasant, cool). Give your child the opportunity to choose how he will represent the summer wind. You can draw the wind with one line, conveying the nature of the wind. Or lay out the wind with fluffs of cotton wool on a sheet of paper.
Show your baby several lines - a line drawn with and without pressure, straight and wavy, smooth or curved, with zigzags or spirals, thick and thin, sharp and smooth. What line would he draw the summer wind? You can try to draw the summer wind in the nursery with lines computer program for drawing, if you have such a program and use it.
Part 2.
But then autumn came. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was covered with gray-gray clouds. The rain poured down heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. But the wind remained outside. He wasn't at home. The wind was left in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the fallen trees without a single leaf. The wind flew in a field, in a gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flying over the cold sea. The sea was not blue like in summer, but gray like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became. The wind completely froze. And people in warm houses hid. “I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm myself,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to beautiful home, knocked on the window. - Let me in, please! It's me, the wind! We were friends in the summer, but now I'm cold. But people closed the frames more tightly and moved away from the windows. “They didn’t recognize me,” thought the wind. He knocked on the window again, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, and again asked to be allowed into the house to warm up. But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just humming outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm them, people put in second frames. - What bad weather! What rain! - people said. - What cold wind! “I’m not cold,” the wind cried, “I’m frozen.” But people didn't understand him.
Ask your child what happened to the wind in the fall? What has he become? (Sad, mournful, sorrowful, cold, chilled) Why did people close the window in front of him? Try inviting your child to draw a different wind - autumn, conveying his mood with a line. Offer to show with gestures how the summer wind blows, and how the autumn wind blows? Does the fairy tale really have such a sad ending? Listen to what happened next with our breeze.
Part 3.
Suddenly someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp, cold pieces of ice, or seemed soft and warm, like blankets of snow. Of course, it was the voice of winter. “Wind,” said winter, “don’t cry, wind!” I'll give you a cape made of snowflakes. Light, beautiful, warm. You'll warm up quickly. And winter threw a cape of beautiful snowflakes to the wind. The wind tried on the cape and was very pleased. She really was warm and beautiful. When people looked out the windows, they saw the wind in the snow cape and did not recognize it, it had become so beautiful. “Beautiful blizzard,” they said. “Beautiful blizzard!” And the wind flew through snowy forest, waved his beautiful cape of snowflakes, and he was a little offended. That’s why the wind was offended because it was not the wind that people rejoiced at, but the beautiful blizzard. But that's okay. Someday winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind will melt. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, for the fresh wind. They will rejoice at him, the good wind (text of the fairy tale by Natalya Abramtseva)
This is such a good fairy tale! How did it end? Try to draw or lay out a winter cheerful wind with a beautiful snow cape on a piece of paper. What's his mood?
Show your child's friends or dad, grandma, grandpa your three drawings. Can they guess which wind is which? Will your riddle drawings be solved?
Two Good Tales about the wind for children aged 5-6 years and older.
These good fairy tales and parables are interesting because they are very similar in plot, and both talk about the wind. But the wind in them is completely different in character! And it is very important that children see one phenomenon from different sides. After all, there is not only black or only white in the world. So, let's begin the journey into a fairy tale! And we discover different sides of the same phenomenon of life.
How to work with a child? Read two fairy tales about the wind to your child and compare them - how they are similar and how they differ. If the child is still small, then it is better to discuss each fairy tale separately. If the child is already 6-7 years old or more, then you can read two fairy tales in a row and compare them.
What is the nature of the wind in these two tales? In the first tale, he is angry, northern, strong, angry, ferocious. And in the second - a kind protector, gentle, affectionate, cool. It turns out that the wind can be very different! He can help people, or he can destroy!
After reading each fairy tale, ask your child what it teaches us.
Talk about whether there have been situations in the child’s life where someone would help him with affection and kindness in a difficult situation? Remember such situations from the life of your family, your child’s friends, your child’s relatives and acquaintances. Has it ever happened that he himself was still small, but already helped someone with a kind word? In what other fairy tales and cartoons did the characters help each other with kind words and affection?
K.D. Ushinsky. The Sun and the Wind (based on Aesop's fable).
One day, the Sun and the angry North Wind started a dispute about which of them was stronger. They argued for a long time and finally decided to measure their strength against the traveler, who at that very time was riding on horseback along the high road.
“Look,” said the Wind, “how I’ll fly at him: I’ll instantly tear off his cloak.”
He said, and began to blow as hard as he could. But the more the Wind tried, the tighter the traveler wrapped himself in his cloak: he grumbled about the bad weather, but rode further and further. The wind became angry, fierce, and showered the poor traveler with rain and snow; Cursing the Wind, the traveler put his cloak into the sleeves and tied it with a belt. At this point the Wind himself became convinced that he could not pull off his cloak.
The sun, seeing the powerlessness of its rival, smiled, looked out from behind the clouds, warmed and dried the earth, and at the same time the poor half-frozen traveler. Feeling the warmth sun rays, he perked up, blessed the Sun, took off his cloak himself, rolled it up and tied it to the saddle.
“You see,” the meek Sun then said to the angry Wind, “you can do much more with affection and kindness than with anger.”
Sun, frost and wind (Latvian fairy tale)
Russians, Belarusians and other Slavic peoples have a similar tale.
This happened in ancient times. The sun, frost and wind walked along the same path and they talked among themselves.
The sun says:
- I'm stronger than both of you.
Frost answers:
- No, I'm stronger.
They understand that it is easy for the strong to live in the world: wherever he goes, everyone is afraid of him. But how do you know which of them is the strongest?
They go, go and meet a person. Seeing the travelers, the man took off his hat, bowed and moved on. But before he had time to leave, the three called him back: they wanted to know who the man bowed to. Not all three?
So they ask him:
- Tell me, man, the truth: which of the three of us did you bow to? Not all three at once?
The man thought and thought, but didn’t know what to answer. If you say “to all three” - God knows whether it will be okay? If you say “to one,” you don’t know who: the sun can burn you, the frost can freeze you, and the wind can dry out the earth. The man thought: “Isn’t it better to say that I bowed to the wind? No matter how hard the sun burns, the wind will blow and it will be fresher. No matter how cold it is, the wind will blow from the south, and it will get warmer.
He thought about it and said:
- I bowed to the wind.
The sun did not like this, it threatens man:
- You will still remember that the wind was more kind to you than me.
And the wind consoles a person and says:
- Do not be afraid of either the sun or the frost. If they start to offend you, remember me.
In the summer, the sun decided to take revenge on man and let its rays shine as long as it was hot. The man became so hot that he didn’t know where to go: there was no coolness either in the yard or in the hut, even save yourself in the water! How long can you sit in the water? Then the man remembered the wind and said:
- If only the breeze would blow! It wouldn't be so hot.
The wind was right there - it blew from the north, and it immediately became cooler. The man got back to work, and the sun had to admit that the wind was stronger than him.
In winter, the frost decided to take revenge on the man and sent such a cold that the man even wrapped himself in a fur coat in the hut. Again the man remembered the wind and said:
“If only the wind would blow and move the clouds, the frost would ease.”
At the same hour, a wind blew from the south, swirled a snow blizzard, frost and felt better. The man left the house and began to get ready for the forest.
Then the frost realized that the wind was stronger than him, that he could not compete with him. And the man calmly went into the forest to collect firewood.
The wind met the sun and said to him:
- Stronger is the one who does not boast of strength. Only in reality you can see who has more power.
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Grandson Vadka and all visionaries and dreamers
Ch. 1. Magic ship
GL. 2. Meeting with Alice
Ch. 3. Adventures in the underwater kingdom
Ch. 4. Through the Looking Glass
Ch. 5. Trials in the Black Maze
Ch. 6. Fight in Coral Bay
Ch. 7. Big Rat and his witches
Ch. 8. Leshik and the Gem Forest
Ch. 9. Meeting with the Serpent Gorynych
Chapter 10. Visiting Nikita Selyanovich
Chapter 11. Green River
Chapter 12. Meeting in the Ice Mountains
Chapter 13. Surprises of the Crystal Palace
Chapter 14. Fire arrows against witch clouds
Chapter 15. The last battle
Epilogue
CHAPTER ONE
MAGIC SHIP
One winter night when full moon flooded the sleeping houses and deserted streets of one of the cities of Russia with its silvery light, a quiet melodic ringing suddenly rang out in the frosty air, as if thousands of tiny bells decided to ring a little at once. It was this ringing that probably woke up Vadka, who was peacefully sleeping with his friends, fellow orphanage students like him, in a bedroom on the second floor of an ancient building.
It’s surprising that only he woke up and heard this ringing, and his comrades, even true friend Styopka continued to sleep as if nothing had happened. But Vadka immediately realized that this was not just like that. After all, he really loved reading different books and, especially, fairy tales and magic stories. That’s why it immediately became clear to him that such a ringing only happens before the start of a real, truly fairy tale.
And indeed! The transparent curtains of the window began to shimmer with golden light. This light grew brighter and brighter, and suddenly Vadka saw outside the window flying straight at him extraordinary ship! The hull of the ship shimmered with orange-brown colors, the sails glowed soft pink, and flags fluttered on the masts, despite the fact that there was no wind. The flags were simply wonderful. They depicted... the wind on a blue-blue background! Yes, yes - the wind! How the artist managed to draw it, I don’t know, but the fact that it was wind, and not an easy wind, but a magical one, was clear at first glance. Vadka looked at all these miracles with all his eyes and wondered: “Is this a dream or not a dream?”
But no, it was not a dream! The ship sailed majestically right up to the window and stopped. Someone said: “Meow, purr – lower the gangplank,” and right through the window, for some reason without breaking it, a ship’s ladder descended into the room (sailors call a ladder a ladder). Following him, a cat walked importantly into the room! He was wearing a hat with a wonderful feather, a black camisole embroidered with silver, high boots, and a real sword hanging on his side. In his left paw he held a telescope. Taking off his wonderful hat with a graceful movement, he said: “Meow-murr, I greet you, my young friend!” Let me introduce myself. I'm the cat Meow-purr, captain. Captain of a ship from the magical land of fairy winds. What's your name?
Vadka wanted to say that the orphanage teachers call him Vadik, and his friends call him Vadka, but he caught himself in time - it’s not serious to introduce yourself to the Cat-Captain with such frivolous names.
“My name is Vadim,” he said proudly.
Vadimiur! - The guest exclaimed. “That’s what they’ll call you in our magical land.” But let me tell you the reason for my visit.
Vadka nodded automatically, and the Cat, sitting down in an old chair that appeared out of nowhere behind him, began his story.
The story of a fairy tale world told by Captain Meowmurr
Imagine, Vadimiur, that in addition to your world in which you live, there is another world - the world of fairy tales and fantasies. It is in this world that one is born fairy wind. This wind originates in magical meadows and forest glades, where amazing scarlet flowers grow. When the rays of the sun, moon or stars fall on these flowers, they begin to quietly play magical melodies. At this moment, invisible whirlwinds appear around the storytellers sitting in such meadows, which, absorbing the storytellers’ thoughts, music and the aroma of flowers, unite and turn into a fairy-tale wind. And only this wind gives life to our fabulous people. It fills the sails of our ships, turns the wings of our mills, fills our inhabitants with energy and allows them to work miracles. He breaks through into other worlds as well. And then writers and poets, musicians and inventors appear there.
Meow-murr was silent for a while, probably so that Vadka could properly imagine magical land and a fabulous wind, and then continued: - I know that you, Vadimiur, love fairy tales. After all, around everyone who reads and talks different stories, or at least invents something new a little, this invisible whirlwind arises - an echo of our fabulous wind. So my ship sailed on the breeze from your room. Apparently you fantasized about something in your sleep. And no wonder. You probably read something in the evening.
He stroked the spine of the book with his paw, which Vadka actually read before going to bed, and it, responding to his touch, shimmered with all the colors of the rainbow.
Vadka nodded silently in response. He still did not understand what this wonderful Cat wanted from him.
Well, if that’s the case,” Meow-murr sat down in his chair again, “let’s move on to the most important thing.” The fact is that our beautiful fairy-tale world is in danger of destruction!
Two large transparent tears rolled out of the captain’s eyes and, sparkling like diamonds, fell onto the black velvet of his camisole. The cat, without even noticing this, continued: “One day, on an unfortunate day, the ground in the central square of our capital opened up, and from the resulting hole crawled out a disgusting three-headed, tailed Big Rat.” At the same time, holes also appeared in all the magical clearings, and a countless number of people climbed out of them. strange creatures, resembling rats and people at the same time. We called them gnawing. They all smoked huge, stinking cigarettes and cigarettes, and that was probably why they coughed deafeningly. This cough drowned out the melody of the magical flowers, and the smoke from cigarettes and cigarettes turned into huge black clouds and somehow unusually quickly eclipsed the entire sky. Soon not a single ray of sun, not a single glimmer of the moon, not a single sparkle of stars could get through to our flowers. And they fell silent. Our fabulous wind, which brought us energy and life, died down, and our entire world found itself in the power of evil gnawing creatures and their king, the Big Rat. They imprisoned the storytellers in a dungeon, and with the help of witchcraft they were able to capture the fairy wind itself.
“Yes, yes,” Meow-murr noted Vadka’s surprise, “the gnawings had such terrible large leather bags into which, apparently because of their inquisitiveness and curiosity, the wind flew, and then the bags slammed shut, and the wind was at the mercy of the gnawings. And now that you need to use it magical power wind, they open one of these terrible bags.
But if the wind is no longer born, then their supply will soon run out,” Vadka exclaimed.
Of course,” the Cat confirmed, “but the gnawings don’t think about it because of their greed.” And they will live without the fairy wind. But our world will wither away! – and again a tear rolled out of the Cat’s eye.
The most amazing thing is that none of our sages could guess from which fairy tale this monster - the Big Rat - appeared.
“And I know,” Vadka suddenly exclaimed, “he’s from the fairy tale “The Nutcracker and the Mouse King.”
That’s just the point, no,” objected the Cat. - The Mouse King, as he was invented by the great storyteller Ernst Theodor Amadeus Hoffmann, if you remember, had seven heads decorated with golden crowns, but this one has only three heads and on each of them an iron helmet with black crosses in the form of spiders. In addition, we checked - the Mouse King is safely in his fairy tale, and the girl Marie and the Nutcracker himself are looking after him. Yes,” Meow-murr sighed heavily, “it was only later that we realized that the Big Rat and his gnaws came from cruel world, in which, unlike yours and ours, three terrible witches have long reigned: Zavidyuga-Thief, Greedy-Beef and Zlyuka-Klyuka.
While Vadka was thinking about this amazing story, The cat thoughtfully pointed his telescope into the air and pulled out a cup of steaming coffee straight from there.
Oh, I beg your pardon,” he realized, “it doesn’t hurt you, my friend, to refresh yourself before the long journey.”
He swung the pipe in the air again, and right in front of Vadka a small table appeared floating in the air, on which stood a tall crystal glass with golden juice, and next to it, on a thin porcelain saucer, were the most delicious cakes.
Thank you,” Vadka thanked embarrassedly.
Having bitten off a piece, which immediately melted in his mouth, leaving a feeling of unprecedented deliciousness, he washed it down with juice and felt such a surge of energy that he was ready to immediately start dancing, jumping, somersaulting or running somewhere headlong. By the way, what kind of road did Meow-murr mention?
Yes, yes,” the Cat shook his head, as if having heard Vadka’s question, and finished his coffee. - It's time for us to get ready. You won't refuse to help our world, will you? Yes, and yours too. After all, here too the fabulous wind is weakening, and its weak gusts are felt only due to the fact that there are still books here and they are being read. But gradually, under the influence of evil witchcraft, the books will grow old and disappear, and boredom and despondency will reign in you, followed by envy, greed and anger.
But what can I do? – Vadka asked embarrassedly. – I still know and can do little. I still need to learn everything.
Well, your modesty is commendable,” Meow-murr nodded, “but don’t forget, you have to act in a fairyland, where main role Honesty, kindness, courage, as well as invention and fantasy play a role. True, there is also a girl somewhere who, according to our legends, should help you, but that part magic book the predictions where it is written how to find it have been taken over by gnawing.
But still, how can I help you? I have absolutely no idea how to do this.
Vadka tried to remember some fairy tale similar to the story that the Cat told in order to understand what should be done in such a situation, but nothing like that came to mind.
“It doesn’t matter,” the Cat waved his paw. – The main thing is that you agree, and how to act will become clear on the spot.
And then Vadka made up his mind. After all, we cannot allow some nasty witches and gnawing creatures to steal fairy tales, books, music and fun from people!
“I agree,” he said, and at the same moment Meow-murr waved his paw and Vadka found himself on a magic ship.
Where does the north wind live?
Once upon a time, in a deep, dense forest, there lived brown bear with little Teddy Bear. Every day they leisurely wandered through the forest, looking for edible roots and ripe raspberries or blueberries. The she-bear taught the little bear to distinguish the smells of the forest, to extract honey from wild bees, and many other intricacies of bear life. So the hot summer passed unnoticed, followed by a quiet mushroom autumn. It would be time to look for a place for a den, but winter was in no hurry to come to the old dense forest.
Mom, when will we go to bed? - asked the Bear.
When it will snow, - answered the Bear.
When will it snow?
When the cold North Wind blows.
Why doesn't he blow?
“He’s probably fast asleep,” the old Bear joked.
So we need to wake him up! - Little Bear shouted loudly, and then thought and asked - Where does the North Wind live?
Far, far away, said the Bear, “Where the earth ends and the Great Icy Sea begins, lies a country called the Arctic!” Where eternal winter reigns, the North Wind lives.
But how to get to this Arctic? - asked the Bear.
Do you see that bright star in the constellation? Ursa Minor? It is called the North Star and indicates the direction to the north,” answered the Bear.
So I'll run and wake him up! - Mishutka shouted joyfully.
No, baby, you are still too young to go on such a long and dangerous journey,” the Bear sighed.
A sad and thoughtful Teddy Bear wandered around the forest clearing for a long time. And suddenly a simple and wonderful idea came to his mind: “If I can’t go look for the wind, then someone else can. I just need to find it and ask,” the Little Bear decided, “But who?” And suddenly he saw a red squirrel on a tree.
Belka, Belka! Help me please! - Little Bear rushed to her, - We must find and awaken the North Wind, otherwise winter will never come to our forest.
“Okay, I’ll look,” Squirrel waved her fluffy tail and flew from branch to branch, from pine to Christmas tree.
Stick to the North Star! - Teddy Bear only managed to shout after her.
How long or short, Belka jumped to big river. The river is wide and fast - Belka cannot cross to the other side. What to do? “I’ll find someone who can swim,” Belka decided. It didn't take long to search. An old gray-haired Beaver emerged from the forest thicket and slowly hobbled towards the water.
Uncle Beaver! - Squirrel crackled, - Help me find the North Wind and hasten the winter.
“We can’t live without winter,” Beaver muttered and silently slipped under the water.
Webbed feet and a paddle tail helped the Beaver quickly reach the opposite bank. Beaver emerged, took a breath and looked around. “With my short legs, I won’t get far. And it’s dangerous for me to walk away from the water,” thought Beaver. Suddenly a knocking sound reached his sensitive ears. “Yes, there’s no way, the Woodpecker is hollowing out the tree, fishing out the bark beetles from under the bark,” the old Beaver rejoiced and hurried to old pine, which was chosen by Woodpecker.
Hey Woodpecker! - Beaver shouted hoarsely, - Come down - there’s something to do!
What's happened? - Woodpecker asked, flying up.
Yes, winter is late. They say that the North Wind has fallen asleep, and we need to wake him up,” Beaver answers.
The Woodpecker thought, scratched his red cap on the top of his head, waved his wing: “Okay, so be it, I’ll help as much as I can.”
Do you know the North Star? - asked Beaver, - She will show you the way, so you won’t get lost.
And the Beaver trudged back to the river, and the Woodpecker flew over the forest, found the North Star in the sky and flew to where it pointed. The Woodpecker flew for a long time. The forest became thinner, the trees became lower, and one fine day the forest ended. Ahead, as far as the eye could see, stretched the tundra. “Hey!” the Woodpecker says to himself, “I can’t go on. I need trees where tasty larvae hide. I’ll be lost in the tundra. We need to look for another messenger.” And a straggler from the herd ran past Reindeer. He saw the Woodpecker, stopped and asked: “Woodpecker, you are a forest bird! What are you doing in the tundra?” And the Woodpecker told him about the sleeping North Wind, who must be found and awakened.
“I know where the Great Icy Sea is,” said the Deer. “It’s called the Arctic Ocean.” I'll try to help you. The Deer threw its branchy antlers on its back and ran across the endless tundra, and the Woodpecker flew back to its native forest. The deer runs quickly and soon reaches the high northern mountains. “I can’t get through the mountains,” thinks the Deer, “And going around will waste a lot of time. Let me ask the Skua Gull to look for the North Wind.”
The Seagull flapped its wings, rose above the mountains and flew to Arctic Ocean. The Seagull flies and sees that the mountains are already ending, already sparkling under the rays of the departing polar sun the boundless expanse of the ocean.
Where can I find the North Wind? - the Seagull shouted to the Polar Bear wandering along the shore.
He raised his big head and roared in response:
And the Seagull flew on. Soon a small rocky island appeared. There, scattered among the stones, the North Wind slept serenely. Frosty streams from his cold breath rose high up and fell like frost onto the stones and pebbles of the deserted island.
Wake up, North Wind! - Seagull screamed shrilly, - Without you, winter just doesn’t begin, and you’re still sleeping!
The North Wind stirred, rose, stretched in snowy whirlwinds to the heavens and boomed:
I slept for a long time! I thought that autumn was not over yet - look what warm days stood. My older brother Moroz was right - different times have come now: summer is getting hotter, winter is coming later. And everything is the work of man: plants, factories, cars... All this pollutes our air and makes it warmer. But it’s okay, I’ll quickly catch up!
The North Wind hummed and whistled, soared into the sky like a snowy whirlwind and rushed off to make winter...
In a distant forest, Little Bear and Mother Bear sat on a fallen tree and watched the first large snow flakes fall from the sky, quietly circling, to the ground.