Natalia abramtseva fairy tale about the wind. The Tale of the Autumn Wind is a fairy tale by Natalia Abramtseva. fight the windmills

There was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy.
Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it.
The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything was good with 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!
So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home.
There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house, knocked on the window.
- Let me go, 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. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What a rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
- I'm not cold, - the wind cried, - I'm frozen.
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
- Wind, - said winter, - do not cry, wind! I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will 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 a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful.
- Beauty-blizzard, - they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard.
But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in him, the good wind ...

There was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy.
Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it.
The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything was good with 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!
So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home.
There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.
The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house, knocked on the window.
- Let me go, 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. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames.
- What bad weather! What a rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!
- I'm not cold, - the wind cried, - I'm frozen.
But people didn't understand him.
Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
- Wind, - said winter, - do not cry, wind! I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will 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 a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful.
- Beauty-blizzard, - they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard.
But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in him, the good wind ...

There was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy.

Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it.

The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.

Everything was good with 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!

So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home.

There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.

The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.

I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up, the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house, knocked on the window.

Let me go 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. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself.

But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames.

What bad weather! What a rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!

I am not cold, the wind cried, I am frozen.

But people didn't understand him.

Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter.

Wind, said winter, don't cry, wind! I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will 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 a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful.

Beauty-blizzard, - they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard.

But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in him, the good wind ...

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There was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy.

Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it.

The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.

Everything was good with 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!

So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home.

There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.

The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.

I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up, the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house, knocked on the window.

Let me go 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. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself.

But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames.

What bad weather! What a rain! - people said. - What a cold wind!

I am not cold, the wind cried, I am frozen.

But people didn't understand him.

Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter.

Wind, said winter, don't cry, wind! I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will 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 a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful.

Beauty-blizzard, - they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard.

But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in him, the good wind ...

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There was a wind. At first he lived well, had fun. The time was hot, and therefore everywhere and everywhere they rejoiced in the wind ... The wind will blow from the field - it will bring the aroma of hot ears. People are happy. The wind blows from the meadow - the smell of mowed grass arrives. Again people are happy.
Well, if the wind brings wet salty coolness from the sea, people rejoice, they cannot get enough of it.
The wind could do many things. He could flip through the pages of books. True, not always in the right direction. He knew how to dry washed clothes no worse than the sun. He also knew how to inflate the sail of a boat and drive it across the blue sea.
Everything was good with 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!

So it was in the summer. But now autumn has come. Cold, angry autumn. The sky was overcast with gray clouds. The rain poured heavily. Everyone hid at home. And people, and cats, and dogs, and hares, and wolves. That's just the wind on the street remained. He didn't have a home.

There was a wind in the cold rain without a roof. He flew through the cold forest among the trees that had flown around, without a single leaf. The wind was flying in the field, in the gray field, without a single warm yellow spikelet. Flew over the cold sea. The sea was not blue, like summer, but gray, like autumn rain. The chilly wind flew and flew, and the faster it flew, the colder it became.

The wind is completely frozen. And people hid in warm houses.
“I’ll ask people to let me into the house to warm up,” the wind decided. The wind flew up to the most beautiful house, knocked on the window.
– Let me go, 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. Again he knocked on the window, again complained about the autumn cold and rain, again asked to let him into the house to warm himself.
But people did not understand the words of the wind. It seemed to them that he was just buzzing outside the windows. People did not know the language of the wind. Instead of opening the windows and letting the wind warm up, people put in second frames.
- What a bad weather! What rain! people said. What a cold wind!
“I am not cold,” the wind cried, “I am frozen.”
But people didn't understand him.

Suddenly, someone called out to the wind. The words either rang like sharp cold ice floes, or seemed soft and warm, like snow blankets. Of course, it was the voice of winter.
“Wind,” said winter, “do not cry, wind!” I'll give you a snowflake cape. Light, beautiful, warm. You will 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 a snow cape and did not recognize it, it became so beautiful.
“Blizzard beauty,” they said. - Beauty-blizzard! And the wind flew through the snow-covered forest, waving its beautiful cape of snowflakes, and it was a little insulting to him. Therefore, it was a shame to the wind that people were not happy with it, but with a beautiful blizzard. But it's nothing. Someday the winter will end. The beautiful snow cape of the wind melts. A hot summer will come, and people will again wait for it, a fresh wind. They will rejoice in him, the good wind ...