Autumn Tale (Story). Short stories about autumn A humorous tale about autumn is short and beautiful

sailboat

A yellowed leaf flew in the air for a long time. The wind tore it from an old poplar tree, circled it, lowered it onto a children's carousel, and then dipped it into a cold puddle.

In the spring, people admire when the buds turn green. In the summer they like to rest in the cool shade, and in the fall they crush us with their feet,” the yellowed leaf saddened.

- But I'm so beautiful! But no one, no one notices! - so thought the leaf, freezing in a dirty puddle.

Flashed boots, shoes, shoes. One boot painfully stepped on a leaf. The little leaf yelped plaintively, but, alas, no one heard it.

And here flashed red children's shoes.

“Now this boy will step on me too,” the leaf thought sadly.

But the boy picked up the sheet, put it in his palm. He pulled out an empty box from his pocket, picked up a twig from the ground, put a leaf on it. Got a sailboat. The boy lowered the sailboat into a puddle.

Now the puddle did not seem so cold and dirty to the leaf. It didn't hurt him at all when the twig pricked him. The wind picked up, it turned the sailboat over, but the boy picked it up and lowered it into a puddle.

It seemed to the leaf that it was not a puddle, but big river. And he is not a small fragile leaf, but a white real sailboat. He was so happy, almost as happy as when he was a child, when he was a bud on a tree. He is needed! That was the most important thing for him!

How did the Christmas tree stay green?

Somehow autumn decided: “How long can I paint leaves and trees alone? I need to find helpers. There is a lot of work in the forests and parks. Shrubs and trees need to be dressed in autumn attire.

Whom should I invite? Autumn thought. Maybe a squirrel? They jump high, they reach the tops of the trees. You can also have hares - they run fast, they decorate all the grass.

Autumn clapped its hands magic words said: - Bunny, jumping bunny, Appear on the lawn.

And a little hare appeared before autumn. Jumps on hind legs, ears tremble.

“Don’t be afraid, bunny,” says autumn to the bunny. — I need helpers to forest autumn colors decorate. Invite the whole hare forest team with you.

The hare nodded with autumn ears and ran to call his friends for help.

Autumn clapped her hands, said magic words:

- Squirrel, squirrel, appear

A squirrel appeared before autumn, holding a hazelnut in its paws.

“Help yourself, autumn hostess,” says the squirrel, “with a delicious hazelnut.”

She took a hazelnut, took a bite and said:

- Indeed, your nut is delicious, squirrel. I need helpers to decorate the forest with autumn colors.

She called the squirrel of her girlfriends and said:

- My forest friends,

Squirrels are smart, mischievous!

Help our autumn

Paint the forest with bright colors.

And the squirrels answer:

- Brushes, give us paints,

You, hares, help us.

And squirrels and hares began to decorate the autumn forest and say:

- Yellow, red petal,

He is handsome and bright

Our autumn gift!

The most beautiful leaves of the squirrels turned out: bright, orange-red.

There are trees decorated with squirrels, they are talking among themselves:

- We are so beautiful, bright, and the Christmas tree remained green as it was. Probably, the squirrels did not have enough paint for it.

Since then, the Christmas tree in the forest has always stood green: in spring, and in summer, and in winter, and in autumn. They even came up with a riddle about the Christmas tree: “In winter and summer in one color.”

And autumn looked at the Christmas tree and said:

- Be always green, fluffy and fragrant!

Christmas tree fluffy,

Green, fragrant!

At least go around half the world

You won't find a better Christmas tree!

The Tale of How the Bunny Met Autumn

Fairy tale for preschool and younger children school age

Egorova Galina Vasilievna
Position and place of work: homeschooling teacher, KGBOU "Motyginskaya boarding school", village Motygino, Krasnoyarsk Territory.
Material Description: This story is written for children. different ages. This fairy tale tells about a little inquisitive bunny who met with autumn. The material can be used in kindergarten, in the classroom extracurricular reading at school and for family reading.
Target: Formation of ideas about autumn in children through the content of a fairy tale.
Tasks:
- educational: to instill interest in the world around us, in changes in nature;
- developing: develop memory, attention, imagination, ingenuity, logical thinking, the ability to analyze and draw conclusions;
- educational: to cultivate goodwill, interest in the world around us, in nature, in reading fairy tales.
Content

There lived - there was a bunny in a large and very beautiful forest. He was a cheerful, nimble and very inquisitive kid.

Mom - a hare affectionately called him my fidget. Every day this fidget jumped on the sunny lawns, galloped along the forest paths and clung with a curious look to the world. He was interested in absolutely everything: why butterflies and bees collect nectar, why the wind blows, what birds sing loud songs about, where the cones on Christmas trees come from. But the bunny was especially worried and haunted by the question of squirrels. Why don't they fall from branches? Moreover, every now and then they strive to hit a hare with a nut, frolicking on the tops of trees.
Once, early in the morning, our fidget jumped out to his favorite clearing and was dumbfounded. What happened? Where have all the green leaves gone? Instead, someone hung red, yellow and orange leaves on the branches.

And suddenly the hare noticed a stranger of amazing beauty!
- Ouch! And who are you? the bunny asked.
- I? I am autumn! Don't you know me? Every year I come here right after a hot summer. But I'm not going empty-handed. Do you see my gifts on the trees?
- So it was you who gave such beautiful bright colors? Wow!
Autumn only laughed at such a sincere admiration of the baby for the new transformation of nature.
- I not only change clothes for trees. Heavy rains come with me overcast weather.
- Oh, how is it? So I can't run around to visit my hedgehog friend?
“What a stupid bunny you are,” laughed autumn. - As soon as I arrive, the hedgehogs will prepare for winter. I will sing lullabies for the chipmunks and your friend and all the bears. And you, baby, will receive your gift in the winter. It will be a big and beautiful surprise for you! Well, now I have to go. You also need to go around all the neighboring forests and decorate them with colorful outfits. Goodbye, friend!
With these words, autumn walked along the path, moving further and further away.
From an excess of such information, our fidget did not immediately realize that he was left completely alone and there was no one else to ask questions. Waking up, the hare rushed rather home to his mother. He told about the meeting with autumn and about those wonderful transformations that happened in the forest with her arrival. Mom - hare listened to the baby and noticed sadness in his eyes.
- You are my good! No need to be sad. You will see that in autumn our forest will become even more beautiful! Multi-colored leaves will then fall to the ground and you will have fun jumping on them. And how beautifully the berries of viburnum and mountain ash will burn!

Mushrooms will start growing under each bush.

After these words, our fidget immediately cheered up and he again wanted to run into the forest. It turns out that he still has so much to learn and see! And he thought that summer would be constant, and the grass would always be green and fluffy, and the leaves would only be green.
But the most important thing that the hare understood is that you need to rejoice at every season, all the changes that occur in nature!

Preschoolers about autumn

Description of work
Target: in a fabulous way to expand children's knowledge about autumn.
Tasks: introduce autumn signs, talk about preparing for the winter of insects, birds, wild animals, develop curiosity, cultivate love for nature.
Material for children of preschool and primary school age.
The material can be used both in regime moments and in cognition classes (broadening one's horizons), as well as in lessons on the world around.
Author: Safargulova Irina Sergeevna. MDOBU Kindergarten No. 1 city of Neftekamsk Republic of Bashkortostan. Educator.

Description of work: Autumn is here. Nature is gradually falling asleep. How do animals and birds prepare for winter? You will learn about this by reading my story.

autumn fairy tale

In a certain kingdom, in a certain state, there was a magical forest. Everything in this forest was good and pretty. Flowers were full of flowers on the ground - daisies with white cilia, blue-eyed cornflowers, stinging nettle. Many different insects ran in the grass - industrious ants, voracious caterpillars, cute ladybugs. Many different animals lived in the forest - and a toothy wolf, and a cunning fox, and clumsy bear, and an agile squirrel, and a prickly hedgehog. And many, many birds were flying in the air. Everyone felt good in the forest and comfortable. And the weather was warm and nice.
But then one day a sorceress appeared in this forest. She was dressed in golden robes and smelled of dampness.
-I Gold autumn. I brought with me rain, sleet and wind. Soon it will be wet and cold in your forest, and then my sister will come and cover your forest with a white blanket.
Autumn waved her sleeve and the wind blew, tore the leaves from the trees, whirled them in a dance. She waved her other sleeve and the sky was covered with black clouds, the rain poured down like a bucket.
It got cold forest dwellers, What to do then?
The first bugs and spiders came to their senses and climbed under the bark of trees. It is warm there for them and no wind and rain are terrible.
The trees have shed their leaves and the twigs have become easy, now nothing interferes with them.
The birds also hid - some in a hollow, some in a nest, and some even huddled in flocks and flew away to warmer climes.
And the animals? And they also came up with a lot of tricks. The squirrel has dragged more food into the hollow - mushrooms and berries and nuts and sits there well-fed - he is not afraid of the cold. The bear lay down to sleep - in a warm den, he, too, is not afraid of any frost. The hedgehog and his family looked at the bear, climbed into their hole, curled up into a ball and also went to bed. The fox quickly changed her fur to warm, and the wolf and his friends strayed into a pack - nothing is scary together.
- Well, the sorceress Autumn, - we were not afraid of you, - they say forest dwellers.
Autumn looked at them, did not say anything, only let them in more than the winds, and flooded them with rain.
And the inhabitants of the forest are still not afraid, they are well prepared for the weather.
Nothing worked for Autumn. She left, and Zimushka-Zima came to replace her. But this is a completely different story.

The nights are darker, the morning mists are cooler. The dew does not dry until noon, the beads in spider webs sparkle like a necklace.

Necklaces, necklaces - a gift of autumn for a housewarming!

How long ago did elegant round dances of butterflies and golden midges circle the meadows, the flowers died from the chirping of grasshoppers and the bumblebee suffocated in his velvet fur coat with a magnificent collar! Today everything is different. Grasses are mowed, haystacks darkened from the rains. Butterflies are not visible, the violins of violinist grasshoppers have fallen silent, and the fur coat has become fit for bumblebees. No one in the late flowers, only bumblebees, and they seem to have raised their thick black collars higher ...

In the morning, the wires of the power line are humiliated by swallows. Not today, tomorrow they are on their way.

The parade is carried out by killer whales. Everyone is here? Is everyone ready? As if on command, they all take off at once, make a circle or two over the fields, meadows, again humiliate the wires.

It's time to go, it's time. Goodbye, villages on hillocks! See you in the spring, fields and meadows of the dear side!

Ukhoronki

Everyone has their own little tricks, everyone hides as best he can. There are those that you can’t wait and you don’t think! Once in the fall, a beautiful mourning woman, a golden-eyed frog and a warty toad got into the habit of hiding under my canoe. I’ll turn the boat over in the morning, and the hangers-on are in all directions: a butterfly in flight, a frog in the water, a toad in the grass. I will return from fishing, I will turn the boat over for the night - the next morning under it is the same trinity!

And then he dismantled the woodpile - so the lizards hid between the firewood. Once settled in a birdhouse forest mice- the birdhouse turned into a mouse house. The shingles in the yard were folded - in it the bats lived. Every evening they flew out of the cracks and caught mosquitoes. Under the old trough, a family of shrews took root; so they darted back and forth in the evenings. The voles hid in the mound behind the house, every night the owl was on duty in the mound: would any one pop out? A spider in an eggshell settled in the mansions of white stone veins. And one dung beetle hid in a mushroom! He gnawed a passage in the leg and swarmed inside. So far, together with the mushroom, it didn’t hit the body. Although it was not called a load ...

Helpers are waiting

Trees, bushes and grasses rush to arrange their offspring.

Pairs of lionfish hang from the branches of the maple, they have already separated and are waiting to be plucked and picked up by the wind.

The grasses are also waiting for the winds: a bodyac, on the high stems of which lush tassels of grayish silky hairs are exposed from dry baskets; cattail, raising its stems with a top in a brown fur coat above the swamp grass; a hawk whose fluffy balls on a clear day are ready to scatter at the slightest breath.

And many other herbs, the fruitlets of which are equipped with short or long, simple or feathery hairs, are also waiting for the wind.

In the deserted fields, along the roadsides and ditches, they wait, but not the wind, but four-legged and two-legged ones: burdock with dry hooked baskets tightly stuffed with faceted seeds, a string of black three-horned fruits that so willingly pierce stockings, and tenacious bedstraw, small round fruitlets which they cling to and roll up in a dress so that they can be torn out only with a tuft of hairs.

Beginning of autumn

Today at dawn one lush birch stepped out of the forest into a clearing, as if in a crinoline, and another, timid, slender, dropped leaf after leaf onto the dark Christmas tree. Following this, as more and more dawn dawned, different trees I began to see differently. This always happens at the beginning of autumn, when, after a lush and common summer, big change and the trees all begin to experience leaf fall in different ways.

I looked around me. Here is a tussock, combed by the paws of black grouse. Previously, it used to be that in the hole of such a hummock you would certainly find a feather of a black grouse or a capercaillie, and if it is pockmarked, then you know that the female was digging, if black - a rooster. Now, in the pits of combed tussocks, there are not feathers of birds, but fallen yellow leaves. And then here is an old, old russula, huge, like a plate, all red, and the edges are wrapped up from old age, and a yellow birch leaf floats in the dish.

Aspen is cold

On a sunny day in autumn, young multi-colored aspens gathered at the edge of a spruce forest, densely one to the other, as if they were there, in spruce forest, it became cold and they went out to warm themselves at the edge, as in our villages people go out into the sun and sit on the rubble.

autumn dew

It was overshadowing. Flies bang on the ceiling. The sparrows are herding. Rooks - in harvested fields. Magpie families graze on the roads. Roski cold, gray. Another dewdrop in the bosom of the leaf sparkles all day.

Windy day

This fresh wind knows how to speak tenderly to the hunter, just as the hunters themselves often chat among themselves from an excess of joyful expectations. You can speak and you can be silent: conversation and silence are easy for a hunter. It happens that the hunter tells something animatedly, but suddenly something flashed in the air, the hunter looked there and then: “What was I talking about?” I didn’t remember, and - nothing: you can start something else. So the hunting wind in autumn constantly whispers about something and, without saying one thing, goes on to another; here came the muttering of a young black grouse and stopped, the cranes cry.

leaf fall

Here a hare came out of the thick fir trees under a birch and stopped when he saw a large clearing. He did not dare to go straight to the other side and went around the whole clearing from birch to birch. So he stopped and listened. Whoever is afraid of something in the forest, it is better not to go while the leaves are falling and whispering. The hare listens: everything seems to him as if someone is whispering from behind and sneaking. It is possible, of course, for a cowardly hare to gain courage and not look back, but something else happens here: you were not afraid, you did not succumb to the deception of falling leaves, but just then someone took advantage and grabbed you in the teeth from behind under the guise.

rowan blushes

Morning is light. There are no cobwebs at all on clearings. Very quiet. I hear zhelnu, jay, thrush. Mountain ash is very red, birches begin to turn yellow. White, a little more moths, butterflies occasionally fly over the mowed grass.

autumn leaves

Just before sunrise, the first frost falls on the clearing. Hide, wait at the edge - what is only being done there, in a forest clearing! In the twilight of dawn, invisible forest creatures come and then begin to spread white canvases all over the clearing. The very first rays of the sun remove the canvases, and it remains on white green place. Little by little, everything white disappears, and only in the shade of trees and hummocks do little white wedges remain for a long time.

In the blue sky between the golden trees you won't understand what's going on. The wind blows leaves or small birds gather in flocks and rush to warm distant lands.

The wind is a caring master. During the summer, he will visit everywhere, and even in the densest places he does not have a single unfamiliar leaf. But autumn has come - and the caring owner is harvesting his crops.

Leaves, falling, whisper, saying goodbye forever. After all, it’s always like this with them: since you broke away from your native kingdom, then say goodbye, you died.

last flowers

Another frosty night. In the morning on the field I saw a group of surviving blue bells - a bumblebee was sitting on one of them. I tore off the bell, the bumblebee did not fly off, shook off the bumblebee, it fell. I put him under a hot beam, he came to life, recovered and flew. And on cancer neck in the same way, during the night, a red dragonfly became numb and, before my eyes, recovered under a hot beam and flew away. And grasshoppers in huge numbers began to fall from under their feet, and among them were cracklings, flying up with a crack, blue and bright red.

Forest in autumn

And how good this same forest is late autumn when the woodcocks arrive! They do not stay in the wilderness itself: they must be sought along the edge. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; in the soft air there is an autumn smell, like the smell of wine; a thin mist hangs in the distance over the yellow fields. Through the bare, brown boughs of the trees, the still sky peacefully whitens; in some places the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. raw earth elastic under the feet; tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glitter on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, and a strange anxiety finds in the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, you look after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, impressions that have long since fallen asleep suddenly wake up; the imagination flies and flies like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before your eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then irretrievably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly, like a scroll; man owns all his past, all his feelings, forces, all his soul. And nothing around him interferes - there is no sun, no wind, no noise ...

And an autumn, clear, slightly cold, frosty day in the morning, when a birch, like a fairy-tale tree, all golden, is beautifully drawn in a pale blue sky, when the low sun no longer warms, but shines brighter than summer, a small aspen grove all sparkles through, as if it is fun and easy for her to stand naked, the frost still turns white at the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind quietly stirs and drives the fallen warped leaves - when blue waves joyfully rush along the river, rhythmically lifting scattered geese and ducks; in the distance the mill knocks, half-covered with willows, and, motley in the bright air, doves quickly circle over it ...

Autumn day in a birch grove

I was sitting in a birch grove in autumn, about half of September. From the very morning a fine rain fell, replaced at times by warm sunshine; the weather was erratic. The sky was now all clouded over with loose white clouds, then it suddenly cleared in places for a moment, and then behind the parted clouds a azure appeared, clear and gentle ...

I sat and looked around and listened. The leaves rustled a little over my head; one could tell from their noise what season it was then. It was not the cheerful, laughing thrill of spring, not the soft whispering, not the long talk of summer, not the timid and cold babble. late autumn but barely audible, drowsy chatter. A light wind blew a little over the tops. The inside of the grove, damp from the rain, was constantly changing, depending on whether the sun shone or was covered with clouds; at one time she would light up all over, as if all of a sudden everything was smiling in her ... then suddenly everything around her again turned slightly blue: the bright colors instantly went out ... and furtively, slyly, the tiniest rain began to sow and whisper through the forest.

The foliage on the birch trees was still almost all green, although it had noticeably turned pale; only here and there stood one young woman, all red or all gold...

Not a single bird was heard: everyone took shelter and fell silent; only occasionally did the mocking voice of the tit tinkle like a steel bell.

Autumn

The chirping swallows flew south a long time ago, and even earlier, as if on cue, swift swifts disappeared.

AT autumn days the children heard how, saying goodbye to their dear homeland, flying cranes cooed in the sky. With some special feeling, they looked after them for a long time, as if the cranes were taking the summer away with them.

Quietly talking, geese flew to the warm south ...

Getting ready for cold winter people. Rye and wheat have long been cut down. Prepared feed for livestock. They pick the last apples in the orchards. They dug up potatoes, beets, carrots and harvest them for the winter.

The animals are getting ready for winter. The nimble squirrel accumulated nuts in a hollow, dried selected mushrooms. Little mice-voles dragged grains into their burrows, prepared fragrant soft hay.

In late autumn, a hardworking hedgehog builds its winter lair. He dragged a whole heap of dry leaves under the old stump. All winter will sleep peacefully under a warm blanket.

Less and less, the autumn sun warms more and more sparingly.

Soon, the first frosts will begin soon.

Mother Earth will freeze until spring. Everyone took everything from her that she could give.

Forest in autumn

The Russian forest is beautiful and sad in the early autumn days. Against the golden background of yellowed foliage, bright spots of red-yellow maples and aspens stand out. Slowly spinning in the air, light, weightless yellow leaves fall and fall from the birches. Thin silver threads of light cobwebs stretched from tree to tree. The late fall flowers are still blooming.

Clear and clean air. Clear water in forest ditches and streams. Every pebble at the bottom is visible.

Quiet in the autumn forest. Fallen leaves rustle underfoot. Sometimes a hazel grouse will whistle thinly. And that makes the silence even louder.

Easy to breathe in the autumn forest. And I don't want to leave it for a long time. It's good in the autumn flowery forest... But something sad, parting is heard and seen in it.

Antonov apples

I remember the early fine autumn. August was with warm rains at the very time, in the middle of the month. I remember an early, fresh, quiet morning ... I remember a large, all golden, dried up and thinned garden, I remember maple alleys, the delicate aroma of fallen leaves and the smell of Antonov apples, the smell of honey and autumn freshness. The air is so clean, it's like it doesn't exist at all. Everywhere smells strongly of apples.

By night it becomes very cold and dewy. Breathing in the rye aroma of new straw and chaff on the threshing floor, you cheerfully walk home to dinner past the garden rampart. The voices in the village or the creaking of the gates resound through the icy dawn with unusual clarity. It's getting dark. And here's another smell: in the garden - a fire and strongly pulls the fragrant smoke of cherry branches. In the dark, in the depths of the garden - a fabulous picture: just in a corner of hell, a crimson flame is burning near the hut, surrounded by darkness ...

"A vigorous Antonovka - for a merry year." Rural affairs are good if Antonovka has been born: it means that bread has been born ... I remember a harvest year.

At early dawn, when the roosters are still crowing, you used to open a window into a cool garden filled with a lilac mist, morning sun... You will run to wash on the pond. The small foliage has almost completely flown from the coastal vines, and the branches are visible in the turquoise sky. The water under the vines became clear, icy and as if heavy. She instantly drives away the night's laziness.

You will enter the house and first of all you will hear the smell of apples, and then others.

Since the end of September, our gardens and threshing floor have been empty, the weather, as usual, has changed dramatically. The wind tore and ruffled the trees for whole days, the rains watered them from morning to night.

The liquid blue sky shone coldly and brightly in the north above heavy lead clouds, and behind these clouds the ridges of snowy mountain-clouds slowly floated up, the window in the blue sky closed, and the garden became deserted and dull, and it began to rain again ... at first quietly, cautiously, then more and more thickly, and finally turned into a downpour with a storm and darkness. It's been a long, unsettling night...

From such a beating, the garden came out completely naked, covered with wet leaves and somehow hushed, resigned. But on the other hand, how beautiful it was when the clear weather came again, the transparent and cold days of early October, the farewell holiday of autumn! The preserved foliage will now hang on the trees until the first frost. The black garden will shine through in the cold turquoise sky and dutifully wait for winter, warming itself in the sunshine. And the fields are already sharply turning black with arable land and bright green with bushy winter crops ...

You wake up and lie in bed for a long time. The whole house is silent. Ahead - a whole day of rest in the already silent winter estate. You will slowly get dressed, wander around the garden, find in the wet foliage an accidentally forgotten cold and wet apple, and for some reason it will seem unusually tasty, not at all like the others.

Irina Kulikova
Holiday "Autumn Tale" for children 5-6 years old

B. How glad I am that we have gathered again in this hall to rejoice and have fun at holiday. The season has changed, the beauty has come Autumn. What has changed in nature? (answers children)

V. And in the summer, what we did, today we will show and tell.

Did you swim in the river? Did you sunbathe? Did you walk barefoot on the grass? How good and fun it was!

Song "Jolly Travelers"

B. Another time has come to replace autumn.

Included Autumn.

Autumn. Drip, drip, raindrops sing a song.

Cap, cap, you're on holiday let me go?

1. reb. Wait, Autumn you came quickly

I'm so sorry that summer is gone.

If the rain is gloomy knocking on the window,

How can I sunbathe without hot sun?

2. reb. How will I swim, pick flowers?

What if clouds start moving across the sky?

No, really warm summer we like more

You go back Autumn in meadows and forests.

Autumn takes offense and leaves.

V. Offended Autumn. But what can we do without her? What will happen in nature? The animals will not have time to prepare for the winter, the trees will not have time to shed their leaves and cover them with their warm carpet. And the birds? What happens take off? They may die. Not! thought Autumn and decided not to leave.

Included Autumn!

Autumn. Guys, Autumn it is not only rains and puddles, cold. Look how many trees I have decorated. And for you I brought a loaf and juicy vegetables and fruits.

B. Forgive us Autumn We didn't offend you out of malice. We are glad to see you and thank you for your kind deeds and words.

Song "Auntie Autumn»

Autumn and the presenter treat the children small pieces of bread.

Each slice of bread smells like a warm Nebushka

and the earth hid all its strength in bread,

Bread is laid with a pea and golden brown.

The sun pulled a hundred rays in the window

And usually bakery bread is not at all everyday, it is all the time festive, songlike and colorful.

Autumn. There are a lot of vegetables for soup and cabbage soup,

But I didn't come to cook. Let's play kids!

Is he golden and mustachioed in a hundred pockets of a hundred guys? (EAR)

A girl is sitting in a dungeon, and a scythe is on the street (onion)

What kind of vegetable from the garden is shouting to us from afar, give me a little honey, but without honey I'm bitter (radish)

Antoshka stands on one leg (mushroom)

B. Rain is pouring at the gate, and winter is about to come.

It's cold outside, but it's worth the frown!

SONG "Mushroom Harvest"

B. The guys sang well, cheerfully and loudly,

Dispersed the evil clouds with your ringing song

Autumn: Autumn in the evenings the nightingale sings its farewell song. And they roam in the forest fairy tales one is better than the other. And now I will tell you one of them.

A cloud flies.

Cloud: Ha-ha-ha! La-la-la!

Have fun? Only in vain!

I will close your sun, the wind, I will raise a storm!

They will surround with foliage,

And hide the earth in darkness. (flies away)

How dark and damp it is, you can't see anything.

A cloud covered the sun - what a shame!

Who is hiding under the tree?

Maybe bad wolves? Someone is crying, no, not a wolf.

I already know a lot about wolves.

What kind of strange red hare? First time I see this.

Sunny Bunny.

I'm a sunny bunny friend!

Only the clouds have scattered

We jumped out onto the meadow, and now everyone was lost.

Who are we? Who is lost?

sun bunny

Five red-haired brothers - who goes where. And now I'm the only one left!

If I don't find my brothers, we'll all be in trouble,

The night will last forever.

Hare: We need to help the hare!

We will find your brothers

And save our sun.

We need to ask the cat, cats see in the dark,

Wait for me a little, pussy, pussy, where are you, where are you?

Why are you calling me again

Do you want to play with me

But what is it that I see

Another red bunny!

Both hares

And where did you see the rabbits

Their ears stick out behind the tree,

Hare. Together brothers again, the sun will shine.

Solar z.

You danced early, the light from us is too small.

We are unable to help you disperse the damp night.

There are two brothers somewhere

Who will give us news from them,

Hare. Maybe hiding in a ravine?

Ile under the old snag.

Cat. Oh look, the squirrel jumps.

Squirrel. Someone is crying in the ravine

I was afraid to go there alone. (they find 2 more red rabbits)

Hare. Well, if the brothers are together, then the sun is in place.

(looking up)

V. It can be seen that the sun fell asleep in the height and silence,

To wake up the sun, help me children.

All. Well, let's loudly, let's sing a song about friendship together!

B. Let's call the sun.

Together.

The sun come out from behind the clouds

Shine bright again!

And rays of gold

Play in the field!

The sun. Hello guys

Children. Hello Sun!

The sun. Where are my Sunny Bunnies?

You did not forget about me with a ringing song woke up,

You drove away the evil cloud and called me to your place.

I see the sun you are friends,

I will shine again for you.

sun bunnies

Again we will jump, have fun and play!

Music game "Find a Pair"

It's time to go home.

I want to wish the guys happiness and good!

B. Thank you, let's say Autumn for a fairy tale.

Autumn: I have to go guys, they are waiting for me autumn affairs. Here on holiday to you my treats. Well, in next year I will visit you again.

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