Grandma is resting
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Little Galinka came home from school. She opened the door and wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mom threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandma is resting. I didn’t sleep the whole night, my heart hurt.
Galinka quietly walked up to the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study homework. He reads the book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened and Olya, Galinka’s friend, came. She said loudly:
- Galinka, listen...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandma is resting. She didn’t sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And two tears rolled out from grandma’s closed eyes.
When the grandmother stood up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled and kissed Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
Big birch
N. M. Artyukhova
Mom stood in the kitchen with a towel on her shoulder, drying the last cup. Suddenly Gleb’s frightened face appeared at the window.
- Aunt Zina! Aunt Zina! - he shouted. - Your Alyoshka has gone crazy!
- Zinaida Lvovna! — Volodya looked out the other window. - Your Alyoshka climbed a big birch tree!
- After all, he can break loose! - Gleb continued in a tearful voice. - And it will break...
The cup slipped out of my mother’s hands and fell to the floor with a clatter.
- Shattered! - Gleb finished, looking with horror at the white shards.
Mom ran out onto the terrace and went to the gate:
- Where is he?
- Yes, here, on the birch tree!
Mom looked at the white trunk, at the place where it split in two. Alyosha was not there.
- Stupid jokes, guys! - she said and walked towards the house.
- No, we’re telling the truth! - Gleb shouted. - He is there, at the very top! Where the branches are!
Mom finally understood where to look. She saw Alyosha. She measured with her eyes the distance from its branch to the ground, and her face became almost as white as this smooth birch trunk.
- Crazy! - Gleb repeated.
- Shut up! - Mom said quietly and very sternly. - Both of you go home and sit there.
She approached the tree.
“Well, Alyosha,” she said, “are you doing well?”
Alyosha was surprised that his mother was not angry and spoke in such a calm, gentle voice.
“It’s good here,” he said. “But I’m very hot, mommy.”
“It’s nothing,” said mom, “sit down, rest a little and start going down.” Just don't rush. Little by little... Have you rested? - she asked after a minute.
- I rested.
- Well then, come down.
Alyosha, holding onto a branch, was looking for somewhere to put his foot. At this time, an unfamiliar fat summer resident appeared on the path. He heard voices, looked up and shouted fearfully and angrily:
“Where have you gone, you worthless boy!” Get down now!
Alyosha shuddered and, without calculating the movement, put his foot on a dry twig. The twig crunched and rustled down to my mother's feet.
“Not like that,” said mom. — Stand on the next branch.
Then she turned to the summer resident:
- Don't worry, please, he can climb trees very well. He's great for me!
The small, light figure of Alyosha slowly descended. It was easier to climb up. Alyosha is tired. But his mother stood below, giving him advice, speaking kind, encouraging words. The earth was getting closer and shrinking. Now neither the field beyond the ravine nor the factory chimney is visible. Alyosha reached the fork.
“Take a break,” said mom. - Well done! Well, now put your foot on this branch... No, not there, that one is dry, here, to the right... Well, well, don’t rush.
The ground was very close. Alyosha hung in his arms, stretched out and jumped onto the high stump from which he began his journey.
The fat, unfamiliar summer resident grinned, shook his head and said:
- Oh well! You will be a parachutist!
And mom grabbed her thin, tanned, scratched legs and shouted:
- Alyoshka, promise me that you will never, never climb so high again!
She quickly walked towards the house. Volodya and Gleb were standing on the terrace. Mom ran past them, through the garden, to the ravine. She sat down in the grass and covered her face with a scarf. Alyosha followed her, embarrassed and confused. He sat down next to her on the slope of a ravine, took her hands, stroked her hair and said:
- Well, mommy, well, calm down... I won’t be so high! Well, calm down!
It was the first time he saw his mother cry.
- Well, look what kind of guest we have! - Dad called me loudly, when I was still fumbling with sandals in the corridor, having come from the street.
Fairy tales, stories about family for preschoolers
The boy missed his mother very much.
He didn’t even want to wash or eat before the walk. But outside, the warm sun gently hugged the boy, and the bad mood disappeared. “Thank you, sunshine, for warming me,” said the boy.
“Please, boy,” answered the sun. - It was your mother who asked, “Sunny, warm my son. Give him my love"
The boy began to play happily, but then clouds appeared in the sky and it began to rain. The boy ran home, and the rain purred gently:
- Don't run away, boy. I want to wash you. Your mother asked me: “Rain, please wash my son. Give him my concern."
When the rain stopped, the boy said:
- Thank you, rain, for your concern. I need to get home, I'm very hungry.
“Boy, bend down and part the grass,” came the booming voice of the earth. - Your mother asked me: “Earth, feed my boy. Suddenly he’s hungry.”
The boy parted the grass and saw red berries. He ate the berries and thanked:
- Thank you, earth, for treating me.
- Please, dear boy. Remember, your mother thinks about you every minute, even if she is far away and very busy,” answered the earth.
Mom was looking for the fox cub, and when she returned to the hole, he was not there. The fox burst into tears. She cried and cried, but tears cannot help her grief. And she went to wander through the forest, looking for the fox cub. She asked every animal she met the same question:
- Tell me, brother, have you met my son, little fox?
- No, sister fox, I haven’t.
- No, sister fox, I have not met your son. She asked the fox and the deer, and the wild dog, and the armadillo, and the jaguar, and many other animals.
Finally she saw a coyote. She also asked him:
- Brother Coyote, have you by any chance met my little fox son?
Coyote pricked up his ears and said:
- What is he like, your son?
- Oh, my son is so clean, he has a sharp nose, round eyes, silky fur, and a fluffy tail.
“No, I haven’t seen anything like that,” the coyote interrupted the fox. “And now I came across such a pathetic one: his eyes are festering, his ears are drooping, his muzzle is dirty, his tail is shabby.” He's all kind of itchy and skinny, he can barely stand on his feet.
- Oh oh! - the fox screamed. - This is my son!
- How is yours? But you said that your son is handsome!
- Oh, brother coyote! - exclaimed the fox, sobbing. - Don’t you know that for a mother, her son is the most beautiful in the world?!
A fairy tale about a Bunny who was offended by his mother
Bunny lived in a cozy house on the edge of the forest. One day he wanted to play with his friends in a sunny meadow.
“Mom, can I go for a walk with my friends?” he asked.
“Of course you can,” said mom, “just don’t be late for dinner.” When the cuckoo crows three times, come home, otherwise I will worry.
“I’ll definitely come on time,” said the Bunny and ran for a walk.
The sun was shining brightly in the forest clearing, and the animals were happily playing hide and seek, tag, and leapfrog. The cuckoo crowed three times, and four, and five times. But the Bunny was so carried away by the game that he did not hear her. And only when evening came and the animals began to go home, the Bunny also happily ran home to his mother.
But his mother was very angry with him for being late. She scolded the Bunny and forbade him to leave the house as punishment. The bunny was offended by his mother: he didn’t want to upset her, he just played with his friends and completely forgot about time, and he was so unfairly punished. “Mom doesn’t love me at all,” thought the Bunny. “If she loved me, she wouldn’t punish me.”
And the Bunny ran away from home into the forest, found a hole and decided to stay there and live. At night it started to rain, it became cold and uncomfortable. The bunny felt very lonely, he wanted to go home to his mother, but he could not forgive her for punishing him.
In the morning, the Bunny was awakened by the chatter of magpies who were sitting in a nearby tree. “Poor Hare,” said one magpie to another. “Yesterday her Little Hare ran away from home, she spent the whole night looking for him in the forest in the rain, and now she is seriously ill from grief and anxiety.”
Hearing these words, the Bunny thought: “Since my mother is worried about me, it means that she probably loves me. She got sick because I ran away, and now she feels very bad. I have to forgive her and go home because I love her too.” And the Bunny rushed home.
As soon as mom saw him, she immediately recovered, got out of bed and affectionately hugged her Little Bunny.
“I’m so glad that you’re back, my dear,” said my mother. “I felt very bad without you, because I love you so much.”
“I love you too, mommy,” said the Bunny.
Since then, Bunny and his mother lived together and were not offended by each other. The bunny realized that his mother loves him and will always love him, no matter what happens.
ISSUES FOR DISCUSSION
Why was the Bunny offended by his mother? Would you be offended if you were him?
Why did the Bunny return to his mother?
What did the Bunny understand from this story?
Once upon a time there lived one boy, he was no different from other children, but he listened to his mother very poorly. No matter what she says, he will always get in her way. That's not right for him, that's it. He seemed to love her, but he treated her very badly. The other guys never allowed themselves to be rude to their mothers; they loved and respected them very much.
And then one morning He got up and went to the kitchen. There was breakfast prepared for him on the table. He sat down and, without trying, said: “What is this? The tea is hot! I told you Mom, I love iced tea!” But for some reason he heard nothing in response. “Well, yes, she’s still silent, she’s completely insolent,” he muttered and poured the tea into the sink. “She’s already gone,” he thought, “well, thank God!”
But in the evening Mom did not return. And the next day. Then our hero thought. He felt how difficult it was without his mother. How hard it is without her kind words, gentle and warm hands. He became sad.
“You just have to love your Mom very much and want her to come back.” Go home, go to bed, and in the morning, we'll see. Just remember, never do that again. The boy did just that. In the morning, when he woke up, he ran to the kitchen and saw it there. Fresh, hot breakfast. "Mother! “That’s great, thank you,” he said affectionately and began to eat his sandwich appetizingly.
Fairy tale “Family Adventure” Author: Iris Review
Once upon a time there lived a mother, a father, a son Yasha and a daughter Mila. Family is like family, there are many of them. On the day off, mother prepared delicious pies, and the whole family drank tea with pies and jam.
Mom and Dad's children were good, but not very neat. They also didn’t like putting things back in their place. They scatter toys, scatter books - and mom cleans up after them.
But one day the children were playing a big game and made a terrible mess. After the game, dad asked all the things to be put in their places and went into the back room. But the children did not listen to him. Mom, upset, went to the kitchen.
The children were left alone in their room. And suddenly... The book lying on the floor began to move, and out of it jumped out... the real Moidodyr. Seeing unkempt Yasha and Mila, as well as scattered toys and books, he became terribly angry and said that if the children did not put themselves in order and tidy up their toys, he would send them either to the Land of Dirty or to the Land of Scattered Toys.
The children were scared and did everything that Moidodyr told them. They did not want to go to unknown countries, they liked to live at home, with mom and dad.
“And if I see a mess again,” said Moidodyr, “I’ll complain to my subjects, and they will teach you to keep things clean!”
Since then, Yasha and Mila walked neatly and kept order in the house. And how happy mom and dad were!
THE HEART OF
M. SKREBTSOV'S
A large, beautiful birch tree grew in the forest with three little daughters - thin-trunked birches. The mother protected her daughters from the wind and rain with her spreading branches of the Birch. And in the hot summer - from the scorching sun. The birches grew quickly and enjoyed life. Next to their mother, they were not afraid of anything.
One day there was a strong thunderstorm in the forest. Thunder rumbled, lightning flashed in the sky. The small birch trees trembled with fear. The birch hugged them tightly with its branches and began to reassure them: “Don’t be afraid, lightning won’t notice you behind my branches. I am the tallest tree in the forest."
Before Birch’s mother had time to finish speaking, a deafening crash was heard, sharp lightning struck straight into Birch and scorched the core of the trunk. Birch, remembering that it must protect its daughters, did not catch fire. The rain and wind tried to knock down the Birch, but it still stood.
“The most affectionate hands” Vasily Sukhomlinsky
A little girl came with her mother to the big city. They went to the market. The mother led her daughter by the hand. The girl saw something interesting, clapped her hands with joy and got lost in the crowd. I got lost and cried.
People surrounded the girl and asked:
-What's your name, girl?
– What’s your mother’s name? Tell me, we'll find her right away.
- Mom's name…. mom... mommy...
People smiled, reassured the girl and asked again:
- Well, tell me, what kind of eyes does your mother have: black, blue, blue, gray?
– Her eyes... are the kindest...
- And the braids? Well, what kind of hair does mom have, black or blond?
– Hair... the most beautiful...
People smiled again. They ask:
- Well, tell me what her hands are like... Maybe she has some kind of mole on her hand, remember.
“Her hands... are the most affectionate.”
And they announced on the radio:
“The girl is lost. Her mother has the kindest eyes, the most beautiful braids, the most affectionate hands in the world.” And mom was found immediately.
All good people are one family
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
In the second grade there was a drawing lesson. The children drew a swallow.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little white-haired, blue-eyed Natasha.
“I ask you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “to let Natasha go.” Grandmother died.
The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:
- Children, great grief has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on her desk and cried quietly.
- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.
– While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:
“We won’t have lessons today either.” After all, there is great grief in our family.
– This is in Natasha’s family? – asked Kolya.
“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. - All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we were orphaned.
Family and preschooler
A child develops most harmoniously in a full-fledged family, where a friendly atmosphere reigns. For a baby, dad and mom are the first adults from the immediate environment whom he will rely on for many years.
In raising preschoolers, it is important to emphasize the role of the family. Children are instilled with a caring and respectful attitude towards relatives.
Works can be about an individual relative or about the family as a whole. As a rule, the main character is a child who lives in a family. All events unfold around him.
Birthday lunch
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Nina has a large family: mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, grandmother.
Nina is the smallest: she is nine years old. Grandmother is the eldest; she is eighty-two years old.
When the family is having dinner, grandma's hand trembles. Everyone is used to it and tries not to notice.
If someone looks at grandma’s hand and thinks: why is it trembling? – her hand trembles even more. The grandmother is carrying a spoon - the spoon is shaking, droplets are dripping onto the table.
Nina's birthday is coming soon. Mother said that there would be lunch on her name day. She and her grandmother will bake a big sweet pie. Let Nina invite her friends.
Guests arrived. Mom sets the table with a white tablecloth. Nina thought: Grandma will sit down at the table, and her hand will tremble. Your friends will laugh and tell everyone at school.
Nina said quietly to her mother:
- Mom, don’t let grandma sit at the table today...
- Why? - Mom was surprised.
- Her hand is shaking... It’s dripping on the table...
Mom turned pale. Without saying a word, she took the white tablecloth off the table and hid it in the closet.
Mom sat silently for a long time, then said:
- Our grandmother is sick today. There will be no birthday dinner.
Happy birthday to you, Nina. My wish for you: be a real person.
Works on the topic of family relationships
1. Viktor Dragunsky “Deniska’s stories.” This is a whole series of stories dedicated to the boy Deniska. He was actually the son of the author - Viktor Dragunsky. The stories cover a large period of Deniska’s life. At first he is a very little boy, then a schoolboy. The stories are filled with sparkling humor. The main characters are Denis’s parents and friends. Children love these funny, sometimes serious and always exciting stories.
2. Mikhail Zoshchenko “Lelya and Minka”. This cycle of stories dates back to pre-revolutionary times. However, little readers still adore the antics of Lyolya and Minka. The stories are autobiographical, they consist of childhood memories of Mikhail Zoshchenko himself. Despite the fact that these children grew up in a completely different time, they played the same pranks and found themselves in the same situations as children in our time. The stories are easy to understand and suitable for family reading.
3. Tove Jansson, tales of the Moomins. All the stories about the Moomins are very similar to the lives of ordinary people. Under the fairy-tale images lie the same mothers, fathers and children. This is a fun read for kids.
4. Nikolai Garin-Mikhailovsky “The Childhood of Tyoma.” A kind, touching description of the childhood of the boy Tyoma. All childhood tragedies, mistakes and joys are collected in this work. Probably every child will be able to recognize themselves in this boy. This story will help adults immerse themselves in childhood memories and feel a little like a child.
5. Marina Druzhinina “Postcard”. A story about a resourceful boy Vovka. He wanted to congratulate his grandmother, but did not find a card with the inscription “To my beloved grandmother.” Everything was wrong... In the end, he came up with the idea of redoing the inscription so that the card was still addressed to his grandmother: “To my mother’s beloved mother.” Using the example of a story, you can study family ties.
6. Jean-Philippe Arroux-Vigneault “Omelette with sugar. Adventures of a family from Cherbourg." A funny book about a cheerful family - dad, mom and six boys. Dad called them all Zhans, so as not to confuse the names. The mother in the story is calm and patient, the father is rather absent-minded. At the same time, the family lives very friendly. A good book, filled with humor and life situations, will appeal to adults and children.
7. Nina Artyukhova “Big Birch”. A short story about wise maternal love. The boy Alyosha climbed high onto a birch tree and could not come down from there. His position was very dangerous. All the guys expected their mother to start scolding him, but she calmly gave Alyosha instructions on how to go downstairs. The story is filled with deep psychologism, despite its small volume. The little boy most likely learned a lifelong lesson about why he shouldn't climb big trees.
8. Anne-Katrina Westley “Dad, Mom, Grandma, Eight Children and a Truck.” The little-known writer in Russia is very popular in her homeland, Norway. The book humorously tells about the life of a large family.
9. Mary-France Floury, Fabienne Boinard “The Little White Rabbit and the Younger Sister.” The book is about how a younger sister appeared in a family of rabbits. The story begins with the mother's pregnancy, a trip to the maternity hospital and, finally, meeting her little sister. The book will be useful for preparing an older child for the birth of a younger one.
10. Elena Blaginina “Our Grandfather”. Poems about grandparents are not as common as poems about mothers and fathers. This work tells about an old grandfather and his friendship with the guys. A touching poem is suitable for reading by heart at a family celebration.
11. Ekaterina Serova “Mother’s Day.” The book is dedicated to poems about mothers. They describe how difficult it is sometimes to be a mother. The poems are designed to draw attention to the most difficult profession - mother.
12. Jan Ekholm “Ludwig the Fourteenth and Tutta Karlsson.” The book, which has survived more than one generation, still fascinates children with its good story about the friendship of a fox cub and a chicken. The fairy tale begins with an acquaintance with the little fox Ludwig, who does not want to be cunning and insidious, like his entire family. He befriends a chicken, which raises eyebrows among his family.
13. Francis Burnett “Little Lord Fauntleroy.” The story is about a charming little boy who breathes life into his stern, rich grandfather. He was not happy about the boy because he did not approve of his daughter's marriage. After her death, the grandfather had to take the child with him. However, throughout the story, the boy charms the old lord so much that he changes beyond recognition. He transforms from a grumpy old man into a loving grandfather.
14. Moskvina “What Happened to the Crocodile.” A well-known plot of works about animals, in which the parents give birth to a baby of a different species. In this case, it is a family of crocodiles. The crocodile dad does not immediately put up with an incomprehensible child. However, over time, she begins to love him just like the rest of the crocodiles.
15. Astrid Lindgren “Emil from Lönneberga”. The story of the tricks of the boy Emil. He has a happy family consisting of mom, dad and little sister Ida. All the characters in the work are likable. Emil's mother is a simple, not ideal woman who knows how to cook well and loves her family. The father is a church warden, thrifty and hardworking. The book is very easy to read. There are many funny and touching moments in it.
16. Rene Guishou “The Best Dad.” A fairy tale about a bear who got bored of helping his dad all day long. He was offended and went to look for another dad. At the end of the book, the little bear still realized that there is no one better than his own dad.
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How Vasilko was born
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend Vasilka. Today you, Vasilko, turn eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I’ll tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilko was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the silkworm production department.
The tractor driver's young wife was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband got ready to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
At night a snowstorm broke out, a lot of snow fell, and the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left to get the tractor, and at this time his wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sled to the tractor, laid his wife on it, left the house, and it was seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in the snowdrifts, and the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The snowstorm raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was sweating, his heart was beating out of his chest; it seemed that one more step and he would no longer have the strength, but at the same time it was clear to the man that if he stopped for even a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, took off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife was moaning in his arms, the wind was howling in the steppe, and the husband in these moments was not thinking about anything except the small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, the young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and my grandmother, before the entire human race, before my conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; He knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed his wife wrapped in a blanket into the hands of the nurses and fell unconscious. When they unrolled the blanket, the amazed doctors could not believe their eyes: next to his wife lay a child - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son right there in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father lay.
For ten days Stepan was between life and death.
Doctors saved his life.
This is how Vasilko was born.
For 2, 3, 4, 5, 6, 7, 8, 9, 10, 11 grades
The most precious thing we have is our family. She may be far from ideal, because she is not chosen, but still be our most valuable treasure.
So, parts of my treasure were mom and dad, as well as little Martin, our hamster. But recently our family has added one more person - my younger brother Simon. I always approach him with amazement and wild interest and we play for several hours, not noticing the time.
My mother works as a teacher, she loves children very much. The class is always crazy about her. Mom knows how to lure children into even the most boring lesson, she can joke and laugh with everyone, but at the same time she always keeps discipline under control. Looking at her, I can get along with Simon without any problems and understand without words why he is capricious.
Dad works as a builder and constructs huge buildings that take your breath away. I once visited him at a construction site. Then they put on a protective helmet and vest for my safety. I asked to go to the very top of the building and then I froze in amazement when I saw the beautiful view of our city from above. When I grow up, I want to be like my dad. He always supports us and protects us from problems, and also pampers us with treats, although his mother sometimes forbids him to do this.
From birth, Simon was restless and required constant supervision, and I helped my mother with this. Once he almost squeezed Martin in his hands when he wanted to play with him. It's good that I saw it in time. Now he has grown a little and it has become much more interesting for me to spend time with him playing with cars and construction sets.
A word about Martin, he appeared with us shortly before Simon. You should see how he runs around the house in a special ball for hamsters, sometimes we don’t have time to keep an eye on him. When he sleeps, he looks like a little fluffy ball.
Our family has an unspoken rule - we spend every Sunday together. This could be a walk somewhere around the city, or vice versa - outside the city, it could be a trip to the cinema together, or home gatherings with treats and board games. Also, the support of each family member in difficult times is obvious. Together we experience moments of joy and sadness for each of us.
But things are not always so rosy. Sometimes quarrels run between us, which are resolved only by good and sincere conversations, and then by the strongest hugs.
During this time, we learned not only to resolve conflicts, but also became closer to each other. We can talk about anything and will always stand up for each other. After all, family is the most expensive treasure that cannot be bought for any money in the world.
Who is taking whom home?
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
There are two five-year-old boys in kindergarten - Vasilko and Tolya. Their mothers work on a cattle farm. At six o'clock in the evening they go to the kindergarten to pick up the children.
Mom dresses Vasilka, takes him by the hand, leads him along and says:
- Let's go home, Vasilko.
And Tolya dresses himself, takes his mother’s hand, leads her along and says:
- Let's go home, mom. The road was covered with snow. There is only a narrow path in the snow. Vasilko’s mother walks through the snow, and her son walks along the path. After all, she is taking Vasilko home.
Tolya walks through the snow, and mom walks along the path. After all, Tolya is taking his mother home.
Twelve years have passed. Vasilko and Tolya became strong, slender, handsome young men.
In winter, when the roads were covered with deep snow, Vasilka’s mother became seriously ill.
On the same day, Tolya’s mother also fell ill.
The doctor lived in a neighboring village, five kilometers away.
Vasilko went outside, looked at the snow and said:
- Is it possible to walk in such snow? – He stood for a while and returned to the house.
And Tolya walked through the deep snow to a neighboring village and returned with a doctor.
Seventh daughter
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, but the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after another, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy misses a ray of sunshine,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird...” cooed the third daughter.
“It was difficult for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you like a rose dreams of a drop of dew,” chirped the fifth daughter.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
But the seventh daughter said nothing, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother’s shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
The Tale of the Goose
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow geese for a walk. She showed the children the big world. This world was green and joyful - a huge meadow spread out in front of the goslings. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stems of young grass. The stems were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, and moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared and the first drops of rain fell to the ground. And then large hailstones, like sparrow eggs, began to fall. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. It was warm and cozy under the wings, the goslings heard as if from somewhere far away came the roar of thunder, the howl of the wind and the sound of hailstones. They even began to have fun: something terrible was happening behind their mother’s wings, and they were warm and comfortable.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to quickly go to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mom.
The mother quietly raised her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother’s wings were wounded and many feathers were torn out. The mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and tenderly, the bugs, bees, and bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what’s wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - She answered quietly: “Everything is fine, my son.”
The yellow goslings scattered on the grass, and the mother was happy.
Option #5
Family is one of the main values of a person, something that he should protect and respect. Of course, there are bad families, but if a person is lucky and all his relatives are good people, then he should be proud of them.
I love my family very much, because we are very united and friendly, and besides, each of us has our own role. For example, my mother loves to make the house cozy and cook, so she devotes herself completely to these activities. She cooks very tasty, and after she cleans the room, a fairy tale reigns. Dad loves to go fishing and woodburning. On weekends he brings a lot of fish for dinner, and on holidays he gives us beautiful things made of wood. My sister loves animals, she takes care of our cat: she feeds her, changes her litter tray. I love helping my parents, so I wash the dishes every day and the floors every two days.
Of course, family is not only those people who live with you under the same roof, it is everyone you love and always look forward to visiting. My aunt, uncle and cousin. When they come to us, the fun begins: my sister and I always play, read and run, and my uncle, aunt and my parents sit at the table, drink tea and talk.
Since mom and dad work, we can only have fun on weekends. On Saturday the whole family goes to zoos or museums. If it’s winter outside, we take ice skates, skates or skis and go for a ride, and if it’s summer, we play badminton or football. My dad is a football player, so he always teaches my sister and me something new. Every evening we all sit together in the hall and talk about life: about our adventures, plans for the future, just fantasies and dreams. At such moments, even adult mom and dad become romantics who share their innermost desires to meet a fairy or see a unicorn.
Every year, on Family Day, we go camping, light a fire there and enjoy the time spent with each other. I look forward to this night every year.
I like to see how dad loves mom, he looks at her like a young boy in love, and mom always answers him with a tender look. They love my sister and me very much, they say that they don’t know how they lived without us. Perhaps this is love. Perhaps this is a real family. I dream that when I grow up, I will get married and will also look lovingly at my wife and my children.
Everyone has their own happiness
Tamara Lombina
Fedka has long dreamed of a bicycle. He even dreamed about it: red, with a shiny steering wheel and a bell. You drive, and the meter clicks, clicks! – counts how many kilometers you have clocked up.
And yesterday he simply couldn’t believe his eyes: they bought a bicycle for the son of farmer Avdeev Vaska. Exactly the one Fedka dreamed of! If only it had been a different color or something...
Fedka never seemed to be envious, but here he even cried into his pillow, he was so sorry for his dream. He didn’t pester his mother with questions about when they would buy him a bike too - he knows that his parents don’t have money.
And now Vaska rushed past his yard... Fedka was watering the holes with cucumbers and quietly swallowing his tears.
As always, on time, Uncle Ivan burst into the yard with noise, laughter and such a familiar cough. Unlucky, that's what his relatives called him. He graduated from some very smart institute and came to his native village. There is no work for his head here and there won’t be, and the guy didn’t want any other job; he got a job tending the horses of the Avdeevs.
It’s amazing how he always manages to understand that Fedka is in trouble.
“Fedul, did he pout his lips,” his uncle asked, looking slyly into his eyes, “did he burn his caftan?”
But then Vaska rushed past the yard, calling like crazy. Uncle Ivan looked at Fedka knowingly.
“Will you go with me at night tonight?” – he suddenly suggested.
- Can? Will mom let you in?
“Yes, we’ll persuade the two of us,” assured the cheerful guy.
How wonderful this uncle Ivan is!
In the evening he arrived on a white Orlik, and Ognivko, a young red horse with thin legs, a fiery mane, and huge and cunning eyes, ran next to Orlik. Fedka himself doesn’t remember how he sat down on Ognivka. Under the envious glances of the boys, they drove through the entire village, and then rode through the meadow through the clouds. Yes, yes, Uncle Ivan said that clouds come down to their Silver Log at night to sleep until the morning. It’s so great to ride through the cloud, completely surrendering to Ognivok’s instincts. And then, right on horseback, they rode into a river as warm as fresh milk. Ognivko turned out to be so smart, they played so well with him in the water! Fedka was hiding behind other horses, and he found him and managed to grab him by the ear with soft lips...
Already exhausted, Fedka climbed ashore. Ognivko was still running around with the foals, playing, and then he came and lay down next to Fedka. Uncle Ivan cooked fish soup. When only he manages to do everything. When did he manage to catch the fish?
Fedka lay down on his back and... closed his eyes - the sky was looking at him with all the stars. The fire smelled deliciously of smoke and fish soup, but Ognivok, his breath, felt so calm. It was nice to feel such a lively smell of a young half-foal, half-horse. The crickets sang some kind of endless song of happiness.
Fedka even laughed: the dreamed bicycle now seemed so unnecessary and ugly here, next to the stars. Fedka hugged Ognivok and felt that his soul soared high, high, to the stars. For the first time he understood what happiness was.
Lesson in the preparatory group of kindergarten. My family
Lesson notes for the preparatory group. Topic: “My family”
Educational field: social and communicative development;
speech development. Program content: To consolidate children's understanding of what a family is and about some family relationships.
Form an idea of the family world; actualize the emotional experience of family relationships. Develop coherent speech when composing stories on a given topic. Exercise in the correct use of mastered grammatical forms of precise expression of thought. To cultivate in children love and a humane attitude towards their family members, towards their mother and towards each other. GCD progress:
The teacher draws attention to the house.
“What kind of turret is there, and is there a light in the window?
Let’s approach this tower, and the tower’s name is home.” Let's ring the bell. - Hello boy, what is your name? (Antosha). - Who do you live with? (One). - One? Are you kidding? Do you think such a boy can live alone? Why? Who can Antosha live with? (after each answer there is a picture of family members). - Guess the riddle: “I really love it when everyone gathers, The table is covered with a white tablecloth. Grandma and mom, dad and me We are called together... (family). (a picture of family members is placed). — Antosha decided to show us his favorite flower, which is called “Native Family”. “The flower itself is me, and also my sister, Mom and Dad are my leaves, Granny and Grandpa are my roots. Our flower flaunts in the green meadow, We all love each other in our family.” — A family is adults and children who live together, love each other and take care of each other. A friendly, loving family is very important for every child. Each of you has your own house in which your family lives. A child's world begins with his family. Sometimes a person’s family is called “relatives.” Choose words close in meaning to the word “relatives,” i.e. related words - parents, relatives, relatives. Relatives are mom and dad, grandparents, brothers and sisters, uncles and aunts. - Now let’s play a game with fingers: (physical minute “This finger is a grandfather...”). - I have a palm like this. Let's find the smallest finger on it - the little finger. In your family, who is the smallest and most beloved? What are you affectionately called? - Look in the mirror. What do you like about yourself? - Look in the mirror and say: How good I am. How I love myself. Game "Finish the sentence." - Take the heart in your right hand and place it on your heart. -What does it tell you? - I can... - I want... - I don’t wish it on anyone... - I will achieve... - I love... - “My family lives here: mom, dad, brother and me. Grandma and grandpa. This is my home. I always feel comfortable in it” (figures of family members are placed on the palm). — What groups can family members be divided into? (with figures: adults and children; men and women; young and old). Enter “Flower - seven-flowered.” — What does a happy family mean? I have a flower. He, as you know, fulfills any desire. Let's make wishes for our families to be happy (mom and dad don't quarrel, grandma doesn't get sick...). — How can you express love for your loved ones? (pat, hug, help, say kind words, etc.). - Let's remember the proverbs about family: - “Respect your father and mother - there will be grace in life.” - “Grandma, golden lady, you feed her with bread and take care of the house. You will guard the good." - “Whoever has a grandfather has lunch.” - “There is no better friend than my own mother.” - “Together and the soul is in place.” - “A friendly family will move a mountain.” - “The porridge is thicker in your own family.” Physical exercise. “My dad came into the room, Mom put her hat in the closet. Our dog climbed into the kennel, and grandfather brought a watermelon. Grandma fed the cat, and I looked out the window.” — Families can be small and large, friendly and hospitable, happy and cheerful, hardworking and cheerful. Guys, you have prepared the coats of arms of your family - this is a symbol of the family, its reflection. Tell us about your family: what kind of family do you have, how many people are in it, what are their names, what do you like to do together (children's stories). — I have portraits of family members. Assignment: fold the portraits into a fan with the reverse side and invite them to draw out any two pictures. Say who is depicted and who these people are related to each other. — How do men differ from women? — Do the responsibilities of men and women differ in the family? Didactic game “Who is doing what?” (with pictures: tools). - Guys, I have an old chest full of goodness and miracles. It contains things that are connected with your family and are passed down from generation to generation from your great-grandmothers to your grandmothers, from your grandmothers to your parents, from your mothers and fathers to you, and you will pass them on to your children and grandchildren. Let's take a look there. Didactic game “Grandma’s Chest” (children take out an old thing and talk about it.) - Now close your eyes and think which word is the most important for you. “What is the very first word? What is the brightest word? What's the most important word? It will never be misspelled; it is on the first page in the primer. It is said everywhere with a smile, And every kid says it in the yard. Whisper it quietly, say it loudly, The main word of any child is mother” - Yes, mother gave you life. The word "mother" is a special word. Mom was the first to look into your eyes, sing a lullaby, teach you to walk and talk. Let's remember what lullaby your mother once sang to you. Didactic game for constructing complex - subordinate sentences: - Mom will be upset if I... - Mom will be happy if I... - Answer me the question “Why do you need a mother? “Why are you mom?” Physical exercise: “I love my mother, I will always help her. I wash, rinse, shake the water off my hands, I sweep the floor clean and chop the wood for her. Mom needs to rest, mom wants to sleep. I walk on tiptoe and won’t say a word.” - Now take out a photo of your mother and stand in a circle. Show each other photos of your mothers, admire them yourself. They are young and beautiful. And what else? “Now turn your back to me.” Look at your mother, remember, maybe you offended her once, think how bad and painful she was. Hold the image of your mother to your chest and ask her for forgiveness. She will understand and forgive you. “Sun” (pay attention to the layout of the sun). “The gentle sun visited us, We couldn’t take our eyes off the beautiful one.” - Let's write on its rays words about what should be in your families (peace, prosperity, happiness, harmony, harmony, prosperity...). - If all this is in your families, then your future families will also be happy. In happy families, everyone laughs and sings songs. “Happy is he who is happy at home” (A. N. Tolstoy). — You and I in the group also live as one family. It’s so nice when people say good words and compliments to each other. Game “Who am I?”: A ball of thread is passed around in a circle. The thread is wound around the finger and, turning to another child: - Sasha, you are so attentive! - Yes, I’m attentive, and I’m also kind. (The thread is wound and the ball is passed on). Children say the words: “We live as one family: me and you and you and me.”
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Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurov detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts and watered them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.
Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. I came home tired and angry.
He took off his shoes and hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.
Yurko sat down at the table. Mom serves him lunch, and grandmother washes his shoes and cleans his coat.
