A story about autumn for children 5 - 8 years old
About autumn for children “Autumn at the dacha”
Ustinova Tanya, pupil of GBDOU No. 43, Kolpino St. Petersburg
Supervisor: Efimova Alla Ivanovna, teacher of GBDOU No. 43, Kolpino St. Petersburg
Purpose: The story “Autumn at the Dacha” may be of interest to GPD teachers, preschool teachers, preschool and school-age children, and parents.
Target: to form in readers an idea of the wonderful time of year, autumn, of its features, gifts, and traditions.
Tasks:
- develop imagination, memory, attention, interest, curiosity.
- cultivate a sense of kindness, care, hard work and mercy towards the caring attitude of the world around us.
Golden leaves are falling and flying,
Golden leaves cover the garden.
There are many golden leaves on the paths,
We will make a nice bouquet out of them.
We will put the bouquet in the middle of the table,
Golden autumn has come to visit us.
We have a wonderful dacha, we love to go there, relax, and walk. We grow vegetables and fruits there. We observe changes in nature, walk through our gorgeous garden, collect gorgeous bouquets from a variety of leaves, and also dry beautiful and interesting leaves so that the whole family can collect interesting compositions in winter.
We take walks with the whole friendly family, my mother often likes to ask us riddles on such walks, or we just all make up little stories about what we see around us.
I also want to tell you riddles, and you try to guess them.
- I bring harvests, I sow fields,
I send birds to the south,
I strip the trees.
But I don’t touch the pine trees, I... (autumn)
- Red Egorka,
Fell on the lake.
I didn't drown myself
And he didn’t stir up the water. (autumn leaf)
- The days have become shorter,
The nights have become longer.
Who knows, who will say
When does this happen? (autumn)
Do you know how interesting it is to walk through the tropics and leaves? The leaves rustle underfoot.
We're walking through the streets -
Puddles underfoot.
And above our heads,
All the leaves are spinning.
Immediately visible in the yard:
Autumn begins
After all, there are rowan trees here and there
The Reds are rocking.
The leaves rustle underfoot, the street becomes cloudier, there are fewer and fewer warm days.
But it’s so nice to watch how the harvest ripens, how beautiful pumpkins are poured, from which our mother prepares a delicious and very healthy porridge, which my brother and I devour on both cheeks.
What about apples? There are times when the branches sink almost to the ground, under the weight of the harvest. And we have a lot of apple trees on our site, there are red and green apples, there are even striped ones. I really love this striped fish, they are very sweet and tasty. At home, our whole family bakes apple charlotte.
How beautiful is the autumn forest!!!
We have it not far from our dacha, we often go there just for a walk, and in the fall we collect cranberries there and freeze them. Although these berries are very sour, they contain a lot of vitamins. My brother and I love to pick and eat cranberries.
One fine day, my mother asked me:
- Tanyusha, do you know that the “Golden Autumn” has arrived?
- What is “Golden”? Why was she called that?
And my mother told me that this is because the leaves on the trees turn yellow, just like gold.
Do you know the signs of autumn?
Thin birch,
Dressed in gold.
So the sign of autumn appeared.
Birds fly away
To the land of warmth and light,
Here's another one for you,
Sign of autumn.
The rain is sowing drops,
All day from dawn.
This rain too
Sign of autumn.
Proud boy, happy:
After all, he is wearing
School shirt,
Bought in the summer.
Girl with a briefcase.
Everyone knows: this is
Coming autumn
A sure sign.
Write your own stories, learn signs in poetry.
In autumn, the days become shorter and the nights longer. After the warm days of August come the cool days of September. The autumn sun no longer rises as high as in summer, so its rays no longer warm the earth. The air temperature is getting colder.
Plants in autumn
The main change in inanimate nature - cooling - entails changes in living nature.
With the arrival of autumn, plant leaves change color. Trees are preparing for winter cold. The leaves of maple, birch, and aspen are turning yellow. The leaves of rowan, cherry, and bird cherry turn red. The oak leaves become bronze. Old trees change leaf color earlier than young ones. Leaf fall gradually begins. Linden and old poplars shed their leaves before other trees. Then the maple and rowan leaves fall. The leaves of lilac and birch remain until late autumn, and the leaves of some oaks do not fall even in winter.
The grass turns yellow and withers. Only here and there chamomile, celandine, plantain, violet, and clover bloom. The sky is becoming increasingly clouded with dark clouds. A light drizzle is falling more and more often. On rainy days the sky appears gray and low. In rivers, lakes and ponds, the water becomes colder. Fog often rises over bodies of water.
In summer, birds do not go hungry. But in the fall, bugs, butterflies, midges and mosquitoes hide in crevices, cracks in walls, and under the bark of trees. Ants close all entrances to anthills and prepare for winter sleep.
Already at the beginning of autumn, plants wither, the number of fruits and seeds decreases. Fleeing from hunger and cold, many birds are preparing to fly to warmer climes.
The first to fly away are songbirds, which feed mainly on insects. These are cuckoos, nightingales, orioles, swallows, and swifts. Waterfowl - ducks, geese, waders, swans - gather in flocks and fly away. All flocks of birds fly to the same familiar warm countries where they flew to spend the winter in past years. Along with the birds, many insects also fly away to warmer regions for the winter. Migration is carried out by dragonflies, ladybugs and some species of butterflies.
Animals in autumn
Animals are also preparing for winter. Mice, voles, moles, hamsters, and rats dug winter storage rooms. Mice and hamsters fill them with grain. One such pantry can contain up to five kilograms of grain. Moles and rats carry potatoes, beans, carrots, grains and seeds from the fields.
Squirrels hang mushrooms on tree branches and hide nuts and cones in the nest. One squirrel stores approximately 15 kilograms of nuts, mushrooms and various seeds. The hedgehog prepares itself a warm, cozy nest for the winter, in which it will sleep all winter. Snakes, frogs, toads, snails, lizards hid in secluded places. Badgers store seeds and roots of plants, dried frogs, and acorns. Many animals grow fluffy, thick fur by winter. Hedgehogs, badgers, and bears deposit a lot of fat under their skin. In autumn, badgers increase their weight to six kilograms. Fat for these animals is a winter food supply.
In mid-autumn, the fur color of hares, squirrels, and arctic foxes changes. In the hare it becomes white, in the squirrel it becomes gray, and in the arctic fox it becomes gray-blue. Such changes in color and thickness of fur are called molting.
Many animals and birds can find food in winter - foxes, wolves, hares, moose, magpies, crows, sparrows. They are active at any time of the year.
Pets in autumn
Domestic animals continue to graze on pastures in the fall, but with the arrival of cold weather and rain they are transferred to special premises and given additional feeding - silage, haylage, straw.
Pets require special care. They are afraid of drafts, so all cracks in barns and pigsties are carefully closed. The inside of the premises is whitewashed with lime. This makes them lighter and cozier, and, in addition, lime kills pathogenic bacteria.
People's work in autumn
Harvesting continues in the fall. Bread is harvested with special machines - combines.
In the fall, potatoes, cabbage, carrots, and beets are harvested.
Farmers know how important it is to apply fertilizer to a harvested field. Then the field is plowed.
In winter, the plowed soil will freeze well, killing weed seeds and harmful insects hidden for the winter.
But autumn is not only harvest time. Rye and wheat seeds are sown in plowed fields, and carrots, dill and parsley are sown in vegetable gardens.
There is also a lot of work in city parks and squares in the fall. At this time, young trees and shrubs are planted. The lower parts of the trees are painted with lime to kill insects. Whitened tree trunks will not be chewed by hares.
In autumn, fruit trees in gardens are well watered. This helps the trees withstand winter frosts and produce a good harvest next year.
Hello, autumn! It's no secret that you are rich in harvests, and also in fairy tales. A children's fairy tale about Autumn will tell us how the Little Hare, Little Squirrel and Little Fox met the beautiful Autumn. Autumn turned out to be an excellent storyteller...
Children's fairy tale about Autumn
Author of the story: Iris Review
Autumn has come. The entire forest is strewn with yellow leaves that rustle underfoot, gradually turning brown and black from dampness. The strongest oak leaves last the longest, but they too will soon fall. Little Hare, Little Squirrel and Little Fox decided to clean up the clearing where they had been playing all summer. Having made brooms, the animals swept the clearing clean. A huge pile of leaves had formed behind a tall pine tree.
It's time for lunch. The little hare, little squirrel and little fox ran to their homes. Mothers were waiting for their babies and prepared them a delicious lunch. After tasting the hot soup and drinking a compote of sweet wild berries, the animals gathered again in the cherished clearing.
But what is it? Instead of a beautiful, neat pile of colorful leaves, they saw a tousled pile. Some of the leaves were lying nearby.
- Who was doing this mischief here? Whose hands is this? – they were loudly indignant. A golden-haired girl came out from behind the trees in response to the noise. It was beautiful Autumn. The animals told her about the mischief maker who had created chaos in the clearing.
- This is my brother, the Autumn Wind, testing his strength. Let's put the leaves together in a hole and cover it with old branches. From there, my flighty brother will no longer be able to get them.
And so it happened. And then Little Hare, Little Squirrel and Little Fox listened to the stories of the Autumn Beauty about what she does in the autumn months: September, October and November.
And when December comes, the beautiful Autumn gives her magic wand to Aunt Winter.
What's it like in the fall?
In autumn, the trees shed their leaves, leaving only sad black branches from their green summer and golden autumn clothes. The deciduous forest turns black by October, only spruce and pine trees turn green.
Our entire steppe space goes from bright green and colorful, as it was in the spring and early summer, already in July and August it becomes yellowish-gray, with different shades, rarely beautiful, and brings sadness to those who saw the steppe in spring dress. Plants in the steppe dry out to such an extent that they break from the wind; when the wind gets stronger, it breaks them off, circling across the steppe.
On our side it always happens like this: from mid-August the afternoon is already fresh; Until half of September there are still dry sunny days, although already with frost in the mornings, and from the second half of September damp, cold and dark times begin.
But we also have dry and warm autumns. Then the weather is good, although fresh, but clear, not only in September, but also in October, and the November frosts imperceptibly approach.
A fairy tale about how a bunny greeted autumn
Fairy tale for preschool and primary school children
Egorova Galina VasilievnaPosition and place of work: teacher of home education, KGBOU "Motyginskaya comprehensive boarding school", Motygino village, Krasnoyarsk Territory.
Description of material: This fairy tale is written for children of different ages. This fairy tale tells about a little inquisitive bunny who met autumn. The material can be used in kindergarten, in extracurricular reading lessons at school and for reading in the family circle.
Target: Forming an idea of autumn in children through the content of a fairy tale.
Tasks:
- educational: 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: cultivate goodwill, interest in the world around us, in nature, and in reading fairy tales.
Content
Once upon a time there lived a bunny in a large and very beautiful forest. He was a cheerful, nimble and very inquisitive kid.
Mommy bunny affectionately called him my fidget. Every day this fidget jumped across sunny lawns, galloped along forest paths and clung to the world around him with a curious gaze. 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. That's why they don't fall from the branches? Moreover, every now and then they try to hit the hare with a nut, frolicking on the tops of trees.
One early morning our fidget jumped out into his favorite clearing and was dumbfounded. What's happened? Where have all the green leaves gone? Instead, someone hung red, yellow and orange leaves on the branches.
And suddenly the little bunny noticed a stranger of amazing beauty!
- Oh! And who are you? - asked the bunny.
- I? I am autumn! Don't you know me? Every year I come here right after the hot summer. But I don’t go empty-handed. Do you see my gifts on the trees?
- So it was you who gave such beautiful bright colors? Wow!
Autumn just laughed at the baby’s sincere admiration for the new transformation of nature.
-I don’t only change the clothes of trees. Long rains and cloudy weather come with me.
- Oh, how can that be? So, I won’t be able to run to visit my hedgehog friend?
“What a stupid little bunny you are,” laughed autumn. – As soon as I arrive, the hedgehogs will be preparing for winter. I will sing lullabies for the chipmunks, and your friend, and all the bears. And you, baby, will receive your gift in winter. This 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, my friend!
With these words, autumn walked along the path, moving further and further away.
Due to the excess of such information, our fidget did not immediately realize that he was left completely alone and had no one else to ask questions. Having woken up, the little bunny quickly rushed home to his mother. He told about his meeting with autumn and about the wonderful transformations that happened in the forest with its arrival. The mother hare listened to the baby and noticed sadness in his eyes.
- You are my good one! 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 rowan will burn!
Mushrooms will begin to grow under each bush.
After such words, our fidget immediately cheered up and he again wanted to run into the forest. It turns out that he still has so many new things to learn and see! And he thought that it would be summer all the time, and the grass would always be green and fluffy, and the leaves would only be green.
But the most important thing that the bunny understood is that you need to enjoy every season, all the changes that occur in nature!
I. Turgenev “Forest in Autumn”
And how beautiful this same forest is in late autumn, when the woodcocks arrive! They do not stay in the middle of nowhere: you need to look for them along the edge of the forest. There is no wind, and there is no sun, no light, no shadow, no movement, no noise; an autumn smell, similar to the smell of wine, is diffused in the soft air; a thin fog stands in the distance over the yellow fields. Through the bare, brown branches of the trees, the motionless sky peacefully whitens; Here and there the last golden leaves hang on the linden trees. The damp earth is elastic underfoot; the tall dry blades of grass do not move; long threads glisten on the pale grass. The chest breathes calmly, but a strange anxiety enters the soul. You walk along the edge of the forest, looking after the dog, and meanwhile your favorite images, your favorite faces, dead and alive, come to mind, long-dormant impressions suddenly wake up; the imagination soars and flutters like a bird, and everything moves so clearly and stands before the eyes. The heart will suddenly tremble and beat, passionately rush forward, then it will irrevocably drown in memories. All life unfolds easily and quickly like a scroll; A person owns all his past, all his feelings, his powers, his entire soul. And nothing around him bothers him - no sun, no wind, no noise...
And an autumn, clear, slightly cold, frosty day in the morning, when the birch, like a fairy-tale tree, all golden, is beautifully drawn in the pale blue sky, when the low sun no longer warms, but shines brighter than the summer, a small aspen grove sparkles through and through, as if it is fun and easy for her to stand naked, the frost is still white at the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind gently stirs and drives away 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-hidden by willows, and, dappling the bright air, pigeons quickly circle above it...
K. Ushinsky “Bee and Flies”
In late autumn it turned out to be a glorious day, which is rare in spring: the leaden clouds dissipated, the wind calmed down, the sun came out and looked so tenderly, as if it was saying goodbye to the faded plants. Summoned from the hive by light and warmth, the shaggy bees, buzzing merrily, flew from grass to grass not for honey (there was nowhere to get it), but just to have fun and spread their wings.
“How stupid you are with your fun,” said the fly, which immediately sat on the grass, saddened and with its nose down. - Don’t you know that the sun is only for a minute and that, probably, today the wind, rain, cold will begin, and we will all have to perish.
- Zoom-zoom-zoom! Why disappear? — the cheerful bees answered the fly. - We'll have fun while the sun shines; and when bad weather comes, we’ll hide in our warm hive, where we’ve stored a lot of honey over the summer.
K. Ushinsky “Autumn”
Already from July 9th, the day begins to gradually decrease and the night increases. On September 11th, day is equal to night again. This is the day of the autumnal equinox and the beginning of autumn. From this date the night increases and by December 12th it becomes three times longer than the day. At this time, the sun barely appears in the sky and is in a hurry to hide; at 9 o'clock in the morning it is still dark; At 3 o'clock after lunch you need to light the candles.
The clouds almost never leave the sky, and these are no longer beautiful summer clouds, piling up like silver mountains or running high across the sky like silvery lambs: the sky is increasingly covered with an even veil of leaden color. From the end of August the air begins to get colder. Freshness is noticeable especially in the mornings, and in September there are sometimes light frosts. Waking up in the morning, you see how the grass or the roof of the neighboring house has turned white. A little more and the puddles, which are quite everywhere in the fall, begin to freeze at night.
The fine autumn rains are not at all like summer thunderstorms: they fall incessantly, and the earth no longer dries out quickly, as it did in the summer. The wind blows tirelessly, carrying the ripened seeds of trees and herbs far and giving the boy the pleasure of flying a paper kite high.
The leaves on the trees begin to turn yellow here and there at the end of August; in September you notice how on the birch, still green, yellow and golden branches appear here and there: as if the dead hand of autumn grabbed and crushed them in passing. The birch tree is the first to bloom, and it is the first to begin to turn yellow. Every day there are more and more yellow leaves. Another two or three days - and the tremulous aspen stands all red, crimson, and golden. But the gusty autumn wind also tears away this last decoration: spinning light, dried leaves in the air, covering the wet ground with them.
The fields are gradually becoming empty, even the heaps of grain have already been brought in, and only tall haystacks, surrounded by fences, remain to winter in the meadows. The flowers have disappeared, and the yellowed, overripe grass, where it was left, bends to the ground and seems to be asking for snow. Only the winter leaves rise like smooth, green velvet. But these young, belated shoots are destined to die soon. But the roots of the bread will remain unharmed under the snow and in the spring they will again appear in the light of day with green stalks.
Everything stalls, becomes empty, darkens, loses the bright colors of summer and takes on the monotonous, dirty, gray look of autumn. At this time, nature looks like a tired, hard-working person who is overcome by sleep. A few more days will pass, and she, covered with a fluffy white blanket, will fall asleep for the whole winter.
The migrating birds, one after another, gather for a long journey. The swallows are the first to raise the alarm, and at the end of August they suddenly disappear; they feel the approach of autumn, and the early departure of these birds predicts an early winter. Then long lines of cranes, ducks and geese will stretch from north to south. With a cry, sometimes in a long chain, sometimes at an angle, with the front line in front, the summer guests fly away from us. Forests are thinning, becoming quiet and empty; only a heavy, wet crow croaks, sitting on a bare branch, and jackdaws rush around in flocks with desperate cries.
Now the trees are all bare, only its red clusters hang on the mountain ash, waiting for the frost. Empty, deaf, both in the fields and in the forests. The earth, blackened, dirty, soaked in rain, looks sad under the leaden sky: if only the snow would quickly cover its unpleasant nakedness. Snow also appears; but he cannot hold on for long and, sometimes remaining for several hours, disappears again.
The peasant's work significantly decreases in the fall; but still he does not remain idle. At the beginning of autumn it is necessary to plow and harrow and sow winter fields; then we need to transport grain from the fields to the barns; carts hidden under heavy sheaves creak along all the paths. Having brought the bread, you need to dry it in a barn and then thresh it. The blows of threshing flails can be heard on the threshing floors in the fall from early morning until late evening. Having threshed the grain, the peasant puts it in bags and hurries to the mill. If he is not threshing and not sitting at the mill, waiting in line, then, with an ax in his hands, he is probably straightening something near his hut. Women soak and then rip the hemp, comb the flax and prepare themselves for the long winter evenings. But still, in the fall there is much less work, compared to summer, and the peasant is in a hurry to have fun. There are many holidays in the fall: peasant weddings are always held at this time of year, when there is less to do and there is a lot of good stuff. Beer is brewed everywhere, and cheerful, partying crowds visit from hut to hut, from village to village. The little man worked hard over the summer: he needs to rest and have fun.
Autumn is also noticeable in cities. You can't look outside without an umbrella and galoshes. A fine, cold rain is drizzling from above; Water drips from wet shiny roofs. The foot slides on the wet stone. Puddles and dirt everywhere. The wet fences look sad. Jackdaws rush around in flocks and, pushing one another, sit on crosses. Windows are being washed everywhere and double glazing is being installed. The rooms become dark and deaf. There is no street noise; and in the evenings the wind whistles and howls in the chimneys, causing melancholy. But in the fall, theaters, concerts and meetings begin in capitals and big cities. Only all this goes on somewhat sluggishly, until the cheerful snow turns white on the streets and the sled road begins to fall. Then everything will wake up and move. A bright light will crackle in the stove, smoke will rise in columns from the chimneys, the snow will sparkle with diamond sparkles, a horse will run briskly, the sleigh will creak, and the old man’s face will flush: Russian winter life will roll merrily!
D. Mamin-Sibiryak “Autumn Leaves”
(excerpt)
In autumn, the deciduous forest quickly thinned out and seemed transparent, like a banner. The clean mountain air did wonders for the perspective. The individual parts of the mountain panorama seemed to be getting closer to each other. The overall green tone gave way to faded autumn colors, like tapestries. This was the last beauty of the short northern summer. The birch trees with their bright, lemon-yellow foliage and the coniferous forest, burning with bloody spots of aspens touched by the first cold night, were especially beautiful. Greenery was preserved only near the river itself, where the cold was tempered by the hidden warmth of the water, and up there, where the slotted arrows of spruce and fir rushed into the sky like a jagged wall. An endless range of these autumn tones of dying greenery unfolded before your eyes. A fallen leaf rustles softly underfoot. The grass turned brown and became tougher. The air is saturated with some special, pungent aroma. Spruce and fir trees seem even greener and beckon you into some kind of fairy-tale world with their polished needles.
Dry, strong autumn is the best and most poetic time of the year, and only one hunter can access this poetry of autumn leaves. Yes, wandering through the forest with a gun at this time is a rare and only pleasure. You experience such a surge of cheerful, good feeling, and at the same time, in the depths of your soul, that sad note lingers, which is a distinctive feature of the northern character. There are so few red days in life, so the poetry of dying greenery is especially close to the heart.
M. Prishvin “Autumn dew”
It started to dawn. Flies are knocking on the ceiling. The sparrows are herding. Rooks are in the harvested fields. Forty families graze on the roads. The ridges are cold and grey.
Another dewdrop in the axil of a leaf sparkles all day...
M. Prishvin “Falling Leaves”
A hare came out of the dense fir trees under a birch tree and stopped when he saw a large clearing. He didn’t dare go straight to the other side and walked around the entire clearing, from birch tree to birch tree. So he stopped and listened... If anyone is afraid of something in the forest, it’s better not to go while the leaves are falling and whispering. The hare listens: it still seems to him as if someone is whispering from behind and sneaking. It is possible, of course, for a cowardly hare to pluck up courage and not look back, but here something else happens: you were not afraid, did not succumb to the deception of falling leaves, and just then someone took advantage of you and quietly grabbed you in the teeth from behind.
M. Prishvin “Autumn”
I was driving here and the rye was starting to turn yellow. Now I’m leaving back - people eat this rye, and the new one turns green again. Then the trees in the forest merged into one green mass, now each one appears on its own. And it’s always like this in autumn.
She doesn’t undress a lot of trees right away, giving everyone a little time to be and show off separately.
M. Prishvin “Autumn Leaves”
Just before sunrise, the first frost falls on the clearing. Hide, wait at the edge - what is happening there, in a forest clearing! In the twilight of dawn, invisible forest creatures come and then begin to spread white canvases throughout the clearing. The first rays of the sun remove the canvases, and a green space remains on the white. 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 away leaves or small birds gather in flocks and fly to warm, distant lands.
The wind is a caring owner. Over the summer it will visit everywhere, and even in the most dense places there will not be a single unfamiliar leaf left. But autumn has come - and the caring owner is harvesting his harvest.
The leaves, falling, whisper, saying goodbye forever. It’s always like this with them: once you’ve torn yourself away from your native kingdom, then say goodbye, you’re dead.
M. Prishvin “Late Autumn”
Autumn lasts like a narrow path with sharp turns. First frost, then rain, and suddenly snow, like in winter, a white blizzard with a howl, and again the sun, again warm and green. In the distance, at the very end, a birch tree stands with golden leaves: it remained frozen as it was, and the wind can no longer tear off the last leaves from it - everything that was possible was torn off.
The very end of autumn is when the rowan shrivels from frost and becomes, as they say, “sweet.” At this time, the latest autumn comes so close to the earliest spring that you can only recognize the difference between an autumn day and a spring day - in the fall you think: “I’ll survive this winter and rejoice in another spring.”
Then you think that everything in life must certainly be like this: you have to exhaust yourself, work hard, and after that you can enjoy something. I remembered the fable “The Dragonfly and the Ant” and the ant’s stern speech: “You kept singing - that’s the point, so come and dance.” And in early spring, on exactly the same day, you expect joy without any merit; spring will come, you will come to life in it and fly like a dragonfly, without thinking about the ant at all.
