A fairy tale for preschoolers and younger schoolchildren about the seasons

Fairy tale for children 5-8 years old "Seasons"

Ershova Ksyusha, a pupil of GBDOU No. 43, Kolpino St. Petersburg
Supervisor: Efimova Alla Ivanovna, educator of GBDOU No. 43, Kolpino St. Petersburg

Material Description: This story is written for children of all ages. This tale tells about the seasons that were very friendly. The material can be used in kindergarten, in extracurricular reading classes at school and for reading in the family circle.
Target: Formation of ideas about the seasons in children through the content of a fairy tale.
Tasks:
- to instill interest in the world around us, in changes in nature;
- to cultivate goodwill, interest in the world around us, in nature, in reading fairy tales.

Lived - there were four sisters: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. Each of them had three sons.
Once Zima decided to visit her sister Spring. She went out into the street with her eldest son - December, and on the street the snow, apparently - invisibly, a blizzard sweeps around. They returned home.
Winter waited a bit and took her middle son - January went again to visit Spring. They went out into the street, and there was snow, and a crackling frost. Winter decided to return home again.
So she waited a little more and went out again into the street with her youngest son, February. And the sun is shining outside, the snow is warming.
Went - Went Winter, and came to Spring. Their children took a walk, February and March a little bit on the street, and as soon as the snow began to melt in the sun, Winter went with her son back to her home.
Spring became bored, she decided to go visit Summer. She took her middle son with her. His name was April. They decided to fly through the forest to go. They see, and in the forest, through the melting snow, the first flowers make their way. What do you think these flowers are?
- Of course, same snowdrops!

Then Spring decided to return home and take her youngest son with her to visit Summer. His name was Mai. He was very fond of flowers. Here May went out into the street, and there the sun is shining, the grass is turning green, and yellow flowers are breaking through everywhere. Have you guessed what they are called?
- Coltsfoot.

It was so pleasant for Spring and May to walk along the flowering streets that they did not even notice that they had already reached Summer.
And Summer, meanwhile, went out for a walk with his son. The son's name was June. Spring and Summer were so happy to meet each other that they decided to play pranks a little. They called clouds, thunder and lightning into the sky. They rattled, sparkled, poured rain, and Spring remembered that it was time for her and her son to go home.
Refreshed in the rain Summer, and decided to take a little walk in the native expanses. Leto took her middle son outside. His name was July. They went out into the street, and it was hot there, everyone was sunbathing, swimming. Summer warmed up with his son and wanted to visit Autumn. She took her youngest son with her. His name was August.
They went out into the street, they see that no one is bathing anymore, everyone is harvesting: cucumbers, tomatoes, apples.

It was so interesting for Summer and August to watch this that they did not have time to look back, as they came to visit Autumn.
Autumn rejoiced and said:
- Now I will introduce you to my eldest son, his name is September. He can draw very beautifully.
As soon as September came out into the street, he painted the leaves on the trees in yellow, orange and red.

The sun shone, it became very beautiful on the street.
- It's good to visit you, - says Leto.
“Yeah, it’s time for us to go home.
As soon as Summer went home with her son, Autumn became bored. She called her middle son for a walk. His name was October.
October went out into the street, saw that he had not met Summer again, but how he would cry in the autumn rain, how the cold wind would blow. That all the leaves have fallen from the trees.

And Autumn, meanwhile, decided to take her youngest son, and visit Winter.
Here the youngest son November went out into the street, he saw the wind with rain and he decided to freeze the streets and add snow.
Meanwhile, Autumn and November came to visit Winter.
So they walk the streets. First Winter, then Spring, then Summer, and then Autumn. They take turns walking, each at its own time, they tell us about themselves and show themselves.
That is why they are called the seasons!
That's the end of the fairy tale, and whoever read and listened - well done !!!
YEAR.
In any season,
Happy weather!
Every month is so good
They don't look like each other.
Three dozen wonderful days
Gives a month without a trace.
All year round is like a ball.
How could it be otherwise?
Slowly goes around the circle.
For months he is a true friend.
(Author of poems: Dvoretskaya Tatyana Nikolaevna, educator, Moscow)