Mother winter Yarensk. Fairytale holidays in the homeland of Mother Winter

On December 21, for the birthday of the snow sorceress, her whole family will gather in Yarensk: Father Frost, Mother Blizzard, Winter’s faithful companion Siverko, daughter Snegurochka, aunts and uncles Snowmen and Snow Women, as well as numerous nephews and nieces Snowmen and Snowflakes. In honor of this event, a winter ball “Snowy Lace of Winter” will be held.

On your way to the homeland of Mother Winter, be sure to stop in the village of Belopashino - village games, treats and a Russian stove... Belopashino gatherings are even more fun!

Program of events at the Mother Winter Residence:

DECEMBER

December 1-21- Festival “Tales of the Lena Forest”:
- Competition “Happy Birthday, Winter!”;
- “Opening of the festival “Tales of the Lena Forest” (theatrical performance);
- Festival of Masters “A treat for good people!” (interactive programs, exhibition-fair, master classes, etc.);
- Opening of the Christmas tree in the clearing near Mother Winter;
- “Rising Stars” (children's creativity competition);
- “Wedding in a Winter Tale” and the opening of “Lovers’ Alley”;
- “Miracles for the New Year” (opening of the New Year tree);
- “Winter Snow Ball” (theatrical performance).
December 24-27- interactive theatrical performance " New Year's adventure Snowballs and Snezhika."
December 27-30- a festive away program with the participation of Father Frost and the Snow Maiden “Invite a fairy tale into your home.”

JANUARY

January 2-12- New Year's receptions at the Winter Residence.
6th January- a theatrical performance based on the work of Nikolai Gogol “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”.
Jan. 7- Christmas festivities.
January 17- “Carols came to us for Christmas time” (folk festival).

Svetlana Vyaznikova

My children and I recently visited Mothers of Winter. It's just a fairy tale! I invite you to look at our photo report.

Met us Mother Winter is in the largest and brightest room - the hall where the throne is located.

Throne Mother Winter is not easy, but magical. Whoever sits on it and makes a wish will definitely come true!

In the hall Mother Winter Snowman lives, there is an elegant Christmas tree.

The walls of the hall are decorated with paintings by local artists.

Told us Mother Winter about her palace, about what is in it.

Have Mother Winter has her own dining room, where she treats guests to tea with snowflakes (meringue).

And children mother Winter treated us to snowflakes

There is a fireplace in the dining room, which she lights when guests are cold.

There is a room called the bedchamber, where Mother Winter is resting.

In that room there is a bed

The chest of drawers on which the boxes stand, in them Mother Winter keeps its decorations.

Carved antique stove

And this is a winter outfit Mothers of Winter

To be continued.

December has arrived - the month of early twilight and anticipation of winter joys. Winter came. Crafts with cotton wool and glitter, paper snowflakes, Christmas trees and snowmen, and the first garlands flickering on the windows are constant signs of a special time that exist in all families with small children. In some houses, the walls are decorated with an advent calendar - an amazing monument to mother’s hard work and imagination, bags with surprises and tasks for every day.

In December, winter poems begin to sound

And in December, winter poems begin to sound. Even if they hardly sound during the year, the pre-holiday time is special. Most often they are taught for the Christmas tree - to school, to kindergarten, to Sunday school. Among them are many good, but extremely “hackneyed” texts, taught by my grandmother when she was an October child. And although “The girls stood in a circle, stood up and became silent” are excellent poems by Agnia Lvovna about having fun at the Christmas tree, sometimes you want something new, fresh and no less talented.

Here I tried to collect the most beautiful and melodic, deep and kind poems about winter, New Year and Christmas, which can be learned with children. Among them there are both modern and time-tested texts, large and small, serious and funny. The main thing is that they create and maintain a feeling winter holidays- perhaps the best thing that happens to us in the cold winter time.

How winter comes

It's always a secret, news every year. Just yesterday it was dirty and gray, today it is frosty and snowy, as if one world is replacing another. Pushkin has a small excerpt about this borderland of seasons in “Eugene Onegin” - however, there is about everything that is of any importance in the life of a Russian person.

Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The winter sorceress is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills.
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil;
The frost has flashed, and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.

The amazing power, depth and emotionality of these lines is understandable even to a child - even at the level of the melody of the verse. These eleven lines contain a whole range of moods - from mysterious and slightly sinister to good-natured and cheerful. This is all Pushkin, in fact: I remember at the university they quoted to us a line from “The Captain’s Daughter”, depicting the well-known snow storm: “Everything was darkness and whirlwind.” Five little words that don't just explain - create Before us is a clear and convex image.

The above passage, of course, requires parental commentary: “shreds”, “brega” and “puffy veil” need explanation, especially for a preschooler. Otherwise, this melodious, sonorous text is perhaps the most clear illustration of the beginning of winter.

And here is another, cheerful and sonorous, excerpt from the novel. It can be learned and read on occasion. This is also a small visual picture, understandable from 4–5 years old:

Tidier than fashionable parquet
The river shines, covered in ice.
Boys are a joyful people
Skates cut the ice noisily;
A heavy goose on red legs,
Having decided to sail across the bosom of the waters,
Steps carefully onto the ice,
Slips and falls; funny
The first snow is flickering and curling,
Stars falling on the shore.

The joy of the first snow and frost is always a child’s, even if you are already an adult

The arrival of winter is almost always a joy, and in poetry too. There is a lot of this feeling in Afanasy Fet’s program poem. The joy of the first snow and frost is always a child’s, even if you are already an adult. This is probably why one of the most favorite poems to memorize is this:

Mother! look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
Wash your nose:
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
Lightened up, turned white -
Apparently there is frost.

Not prickly, light blue
Frost is hung along the branches -
Just take a look!
Like someone too shabby
Fresh, white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.

Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids, and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk!”

This text is also surprising because it is an exception. Fet wrote it five years before his death, during the years of severe disappointments and gloomy thoughts, premonitions of death. And suddenly such pure, childish, unclouded joy - all the more valuable it is for the reader.

The only word here that is incomprehensible to a modern child is “toky.” It has completely fallen out of use. However, you should not be afraid of such archaisms in advance: no, they will not confuse or frighten the baby. It is unlikely that he will use them in speech, but they show the endless richness of the world, they show life in a historical perspective.

And here is another greeting to winter - it was created by Pyotr Vyazemsky. This wonderful poet is rarely remembered today - except by specialists - which is a pity. He subtly feels and talentedly conveys the joy and renewal that we feel at the beginning of winter.

Hello, in a white sundress
From silver brocade!
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.

You are a life-giving smile,
Fresh beauty of the face
You awaken to new feelings
Sleepy hearts!

Hello, Russian young lady,
Beautiful soul
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!

A similar feeling reigns in the poem by Nikolai Rubtsov - and yet it has divided the poets for more than a century.

Snow fell and everything was forgotten.
What was the soul full of!
My heart suddenly began to beat faster.
It's like I drank wine.

Along the narrow street
A clear breeze rushes by,
The beauty of ancient Russian
The town has been renewed.

Snow flies on the Church of Sophia.
For children, and there are countless of them.
Snow is flying all over Russia,
Like good news.

Snow is flying - look and listen!
So, simple and clever,
Life sometimes heals the soul...
Well, okay! And good.

And here is a modern poem - it was written by Daria Gerasimova. Her poetic texts are good for their thoughtfulness and special feeling of the surrounding world.

Childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflection

After all, childhood is not always fun, jumping and screaming: sometimes it is silent reflection.

WINTER EVENING

The wind sleeps on the blue tree,
The rivers are asleep, at home.
Flies into the distance on a white wolf
Grandma Winter.

Snow pours from a mitten
Light wave.
And the blizzard birds sing
In the sky above me.

I'm walking in front of the house
Where is my old grandfather
Quiet in the rooms turns on
Golden light.

Let him spin in the alley
Snow braid,
Let it go faster and faster
Grandma Winter.

The moon tambourine strikes
Somewhere in the distance...
And the fluffy snowball melts
On my hand...

But here is a poem with a completely different mood: something between a child’s fantasy and a counting rhyme - cheerful, rhythmic and light, like the first snow. It’s called “The First Snow,” and it was written more than a century ago by the wonderful Russian poet Sergei Gorodetsky, a friend of Nikolai Gumilyov, poet, translator, and fearless war correspondent of the First World War.

The month began to reckon with the Sun,
Who should get up first?
One two three four five,
The wind came out to fly,
He sent out winged birds,
Clouds of gray and shaggy.
The firmament has become fuzzy,
It snows day and night,
And between the clouds, under the window,
The Moon and the Sun are crying bitterly:
One two three four five.
Who will clear the clouds?

Winter dreams

“Bewitched by the invisible, the forest slumbers under the fairy tale of sleep,” remember? This mood was close not only to Yesenin. It also appears in modern children's poetry. Because winter is actually an incredible wealth: colors, joys, life. You can run and roll in the snowdrifts, sled and play in the snow, and then thoughtfully watch how the frozen world plunges into a frosty sleep. Or sleep yourself - and grow, mature in your sleep.

NIGHT SONG

In the silence of midnight
Snow fell on the roofs.
Baby tooth fell out
In the evening at Grisha's.

Snow covered the paths
And he lay down on the roofs.
Until the morning in the palm of your hand
Grisha had the tooth.

Snowdrifts will grow
Above roofs and chimneys...
And closer to spring
The tooth will grow too!

This poem was written by Mikhail Yasnov. It is similar to a lullaby - both in rhythm, and melody, and poetic pattern. But what kind of poetic text does Andrei Usachev have - about the same thing, but look how different they are!

Quietly humming a fairy tale,
Winter floats by in the twilight,
Covering with a warm blanket
Land, and trees, and houses.

Light snow swirls over the fields,
Like stars are falling from the sky.
Lowering his furry eyelashes,
A dense forest slumbers in silence.

Golden owls sleep on the trees
In the fabulous glow of the moon.
Snowdrifts sleep at the edge of the forest,
Like big white elephants.

Everything changes shape and color,
The windows of sleepy houses are turned off,
And winter, telling a fairy tale,
Slowly falls asleep on her own...

About winter warmth

Yes, that’s right: winter teaches us to appreciate and love comfort, home, and warmth, of course. The special charm lies in this juxtaposition of the storm, frost, discomfort outside the window - and a warm house full of soft light. Here is another poem by Afanasy Fet - it’s exactly about this:

The cat sings, eyes narrowed,
The boy is dozing on the carpet,
There's a storm playing outside,
The wind whistles in the yard.

“It’s enough for you to lie here,
Hide your toys and get up!
Come to me to say goodbye
And go to sleep.”

The boy stood up. And the cat's eyes
He drove and kept singing;
Snow is falling in clumps on the windows,
The storm is whistling at the gate.

Oddly enough, it is precisely this topic - home, comfort, peaceful evenings by the fire - that can encourage a parent to talk with a child about mercy. This theme was raised quite often in Russian Christmas prose - both by Dostoevsky in “The Little Match Girl”, and by Kuprin in “The Wonderful Doctor”, and in many other works.

The theme of home and comfort can encourage a parent to talk with a child about mercy

When I’m warm and nourished, thoughts about someone’s misfortune are like a gust of cold wind that rushes into a heated, cozy room. But these are important thoughts, and it is even more important that they turn into actions. How - each parent decides in his own way, but talking about mercy in contrast to one’s own well-being is a fairly effective method.

I have an old children's book. Unfortunately, it was not reprinted, and few people now know about the wonderful poet Vitaly Tatarnikov. And he, meanwhile, wrote excellent poems - kind and warm. Like this, for example:

There lived a little man.
He treated sheep all his life.
Is it daytime?
at night -
Knock-knock -
A shepherd came running to him.
The man took the first aid kit
And he hurried to save the sheep.
... The frost crackled in the fields,
The cold is no joke.
And sheep
Little man
They gave me a fur coat:
- Wear it more cheerfully
And don’t get sick yourself!

And here is a poem by Yulia Simbirskaya, dedicated to... the battery! Yes, even such a prosaic subject can become the hero of an excellent poetic text, lyrical and ironic at the same time.

She will dry on the hot back
My boots are soaking wet.
I’ll put my palms next to them.
In winter I make friends with batteries
And the sweater is friends, the mittens are friends,
And the cat is huddling somewhere on the edge.
After all, heat is hidden in the battery.
I found a house like this for the winter.
And gurgles like milk in a cat,
The battery feels warm in its belly.

Winter joys and fun

“Feed the birds!” – wrote the poet Alexander Yashin. In fact, Igor Severyanin wrote about this simple and joyful winter activity much earlier - yes, the same one who threatened to turn the tragedy of life into a dream farce “in a group of nervous girls, in an acute ladies’ society.” And here - without losing his ironic and refined manner, he writes simply and loudly about the picture winter day, about a moment in the life of a little girl:

HER PETS

She fed the winter birds
Throwing crumbs out of the window.
From their cheerful roll calls
She laughed joyfully.
When she ran to school,
Pets, hearing the snow crunch,
A band of noisy and cheerful
They rushed after her from bush to bush!

And here are poems about snow and snowfall. They are different - playful, thoughtful, lyrical, full of irrepressible imagination, so truly childish, a premonition of winter wonders:

Our house is littered
Almost to the windows
And the black sky
Polka dots today.
One hundred thousand peas.
No, a hundred million
Raked from the porches,
They are raking from balconies.
And only hot palms
The heavenly pea is afraid.

Yulia Simbirskaya

SNOW WALTZ

Snow falls on people and houses,
Winter dances a waltz without an orchestra.
Large flakes are spinning in a ring,
They fall, they fall on my face
As if being caressed. Dance, white snow,
You make us all happy.

Rimma Aldonina

SO MUCH SNOW!

How much snow!
How much snow!
This is clearly not for running.
Clearly not for pedestrians
This white weather.

This is for moving out
This is for squealing
For felting,
For laughs!
So much snow
What fun!

Rimma Aldonina

SNOWFALL

Snowdrifts near the house
Snowdrifts in the forest
Huge
Snowdrift
I carry it on my hat.
On the hats of passersby
With the arrival of winter -
Those are the towers
Those are castles
They're just hills.

Or maybe it's
Not castles and blocks,
And the snow animals
And snow fish
On hats around the city
They go, they look,
Like white flakes
They fly over the world.

Seated on their hats
Foxes and owls,
Dogs and cats
Elephants and cows
And with the bird
On the hat
My brother is walking
And whispers with delight:
“What a snowfall!”

Daria Gerasimova

Winter in children's poems is precisely joy. Rolling and wallowing, home warmth, anticipation of the holidays. And good children's poets manage to find and show this joy to the reader from an unexpected angle.

Winter in children's poems is precisely joy. Rolling and wallowing, home warmth, anticipation of the holidays

But it is useful and important to look at familiar things differently. For example, through the eyes of the four-legged character in Mikhail Yasnov’s poem “Joy”.

How joyful in the morning
Run down the steps
Forgetting about comfort
With steam heating,
About the chairs and the table,
Vacuum cleaner and sofa,
And bury your nose
In the frost and fog!

How happy it is to see
That you are welcome again
Posts and corners
Garages and fences,
Pull the leash
Plotting an escape
And the skin is like a rug,
Clean off the snow!

And there is also the joy of creativity and imagination. As you know, they go hand in hand, but in a child they are completely devoid of boundaries and conventions. But if a little person grows up in love, they serve the kindest and brightest feelings. Here's how in Natalia Volkova's poem, for example:

ON A WHITE LEAF

I am drawing a gray-gray hare.

In the distance, behind a snowdrift, there is a deep ravine,
There is a hidden enemy in the ravine!
Two pointy ears stick out from the snow -
The fox guards the defenseless bunnies!

What to do?!
What to do?!
I do not play like that!
I erase the gray hare with an eraser.

On a white piece of paper with an oblique line
I'm drawing a white, white hare.

And let them say that my drawing is empty...
I hear the bushes moving, crunching,
I see footprints in the fluffy snow.
And I will save the bunny from the enemy!

I really like Sasha Cherny’s poem “On Skates” - it accurately conveys the emotion and atmosphere of winter skating. True, it is not easy to learn, despite its small size - it has a complex rhythmic pattern, and in order to tell it expressively, you need to skillfully place pauses and semantic accents. But it's worth it - especially for skate lovers!

I rush like the wind on skates
Along the forest edge...
Mittens on hands
Hat on top...
One-two! So I slipped...
One and two! Almost tumbled...
One-two! Keep your toes tight!
The ice crunched and quacked,
The wind is blowing from the right.
Wolf trees! Full speed -
From pond to ditch...
One-two! Down a slippery slope...
One and two! Happy legs...
One-two! Onward and onward...

New Year's poems

New Year is a difficult time for an Orthodox person. For an Orthodox parent it is doubly difficult. It is important for me to maintain a balance, to carefully guide the children past the December-January revelry, and not to lose the fragile and quiet feeling of the approaching Nativity of Christ. But I don’t think it’s right to completely exclude kids from the traditional festive atmosphere. Therefore - poetry.

Because good poetry avoids vulgarity, noise and drunken screams. Because they take from the holiday its most important innermost essence, its most sincere joy. These texts are easy to remember, beautifully recited, develop aesthetic taste and do not completely hide the joy of the upcoming main holiday - the Nativity of Christ.

SILVER TREE

Silver Christmas tree
Grandfather brought us
Our dear grandfather brought it,
Like a good Santa Claus.

She stands there, making everyone happy,
And it glows itself
So all dressed up
Like winter-winter.

To her Christmas tree sisters
The frost sings in the forest,
And they are all funny
Meet New Year.

Silver Christmas tree
Saved the green one
And... lots and lots of joy
I brought it for the kids.

Vitaly Tatarnikov

GIFTS FOR THE TREE

Set of colored paper
For child labor -
Wizards and magicians
Come here!
For artists,
For artists
Will get it with scissors,
And what else?
I wish I could take it
A large jar of glue,
And everything that we will cut,
We will assemble and glue:
paper garden,
paper house
With paper sun outside the window!
Scurrying along golden branches
Silver birds,
And white smoke sits
On red tiles.
It's good that the world is colorful,
And matte
And glossy!
It's good that I'm like this
big-eyed
AND RUSH!

Mikhail Yasnov

WHERE DID SANTA CLAUS GO?

Where did Santa Claus go?
accompanied by songs and fireworks?
Perhaps he boarded a locomotive
last minute?

Or got into a taxi at night,
to rush far?
Or wandered into a dense forest
say goodbye to the cold?

Floated to other cities
where is the sea or rocks...
I would never and never
didn't let him go!

I would say, locking the door
and taking him by the hand:
- You will be a grandfather now,
and I am your granddaughter!

Dina Burachevskaya

TREES IN SNOW

Today is not yesterday, but today,
And the night gets darker and everything is New Year's,
And more and more endlessly, life is more mysterious,
And the tree went out,
And the stars lit up.

In a dream, a sparrow chirped outside the window.
The holidays are starting! The holidays are starting!
And a slow day
And the flying night
And a book that you can’t bear to part with.

The drifting snow dances between the bare bushes.
I feel like something is happening in me.
But what?
I myself cannot answer.
And the words melt like trees in the snow.

Mikhail Yasnov

Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this New Year!
For our cheerful, joyful
Children's round dance!
For being a good Santa Claus
I warmed my red nose in the warmth,
The Snow Maiden has thawed out,
Gives out gifts.

Thank you, Christmas tree,
For this forest spirit,
Because in the fierce cold
There was a whiff of spring.
Let there be a snowstorm outside the window
It makes noise, it rages, it spreads,
Thank you, Christmas tree,
For being with me!

Rimma Aldonina

NEW YEAR

Don't wait, it's New Year
He will definitely come.
He will come without delay,
No delay on the way,
Won't break a promise
He can't help but come

Happy new reality,
With a new fairy tale
He will come at that very hour
Like the clock on the Spasskaya Tower
They will strike us twelve times.

Rimma Aldonina

About the Nativity of Christ

There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a modern child can understand, feel and learn. The fact is that most of These texts were written before the revolution - more than a century ago. They contain a lot of archaisms, Church Slavonic words - the topic itself suggests. And it's difficult.

Even the textbook “Christoslavs” (“Under the cover of the starry night”) by Apollo of Corinth require explanations, and even after them the child sometimes rattles off the poem formally. There are practically no modern tests about Christmas that can be put on a par with the classics.

There are not so many talented poems about the Nativity of Christ that a child can understand.

Therefore, I will give a few - just five - poems that, it seems to me, a modern child of 5-8 years old can comprehend and consciously learn. They are deep and clear. And it seems to me that it is important to hear and love them in childhood.

CHRISTMAS

In the manger I slept on fresh hay
Quiet tiny Christ.
The moon, emerging from the shadows,
I stroked the flax of His hair...

The Bull Breathed on the Baby's Face
And, rustling like straw,
On an elastic knee
I looked at it, barely breathing.

Sparrows through the roof poles
They flocked to the manger,
And the bull, clinging to the niche,
He crumpled the blanket with his lip.

The dog, sneaking up to the warm leg,
He licked her secretly.
The cat was the most comfortable of all
Warm the Child sideways in the manger...

Subdued white goat
I breathed on His forehead,
Just a stupid gray donkey
He pushed everyone helplessly:

“Look at the Child
Just a minute for me too!”
And he cried loudly
In the pre-dawn silence...

And Christ, having opened his eyes,
Suddenly the circle of animals moved apart
And with a smile full of affection,
He whispered: “Look quickly!”

Sasha Cherny

Brightly with star rays
The blue sky shines...
- Why, tell me, mom,
Brighter than the stars in the sky
On the holy night of Christmas?
Like a Christmas tree in a mountain world
This midnight is lit
And diamond lights,
And the shine of radiant stars
Is she all decorated?
- Truth, my son, in God's heaven
On this holy night
A Christmas tree is lit for the world,
And full of wonderful gifts
For the family, she is human.
Look how bright the stars are
They shine for the world there, in the distance:
The holy gifts shine in them -
For people - goodwill,
Peace and truth are for the earth.

Heinrich Heine

There are countries where people have not known for centuries
No blizzards, no loose snow;
There they sparkle only with unmelting snow
The tops of granite ridges...
The flowers there are more fragrant, the stars are larger,
Spring is brighter and more elegant,
And the feathers of the birds are brighter there, and warmer
The sea wave is breathing there...
In such and such a country on a balmy night,
With the whisper of laurels and roses
The desired miracle happened in person:
The Christ Child was born.

Semyon Nadson

There is a Christmas haze all around.
Bells ring in the darkness,
And the words sound in harmony with them:
“Peace on earth and happiness to all!”
I felt like on this day
Life in cities and villages
Having united, the call sounds:
“Peace on earth and happiness to all!”

Henry Longfellow

CHRISTMAS EVE IN THE FOREST

Tied the robe crosswise,
Tying a candle to a stick,
A small angel flies,
Flying through the forest, light-faced.
In snow-white silence
It will flutter from pine to pine,
Touches a twig with a candle -
It will crack, a fire will flare up,
Will round up, tremble,
Like on a thread, he will run
Here and there, and here, and here...
The winter forest is completely shining!
As light as snow fluff
Christmas winged spirit
Lights up the skies
Brings the holiday to the forests,
So that from heaven and earth
The lights could meet
So that between heaven and earth
Another ray lit up,
So that from the light of small candles
A long beam, like a sharp sword,
Pierced my heart with light,
He pointed out the wrong path.

Alexander Blok

And I would like to complete my review with Alexander Blok’s poem “Christmas”. It is quite well-known, but, it seems to me, one cannot get bored: every year one can read it, feeling inside the ringing joy and anticipation of Christmas and Christmastide.

A ringing bell strikes
The winter air awakens.
We work for a reason -
There will be a bright rest.

Light frost shines silver
Near the entrance,
Silver on blue
Stars in the clear firmament.

How transparent, snow-white
The sparkle of patterned windows!
How fluffy and softly tender
Your golden curl!

How thin you are in a red fur coat,
With a bow in your braid!
If you laugh, your lips will tremble,
Eyelashes will tremble.

You amuse all passers-by -
Young and old
The ugly and the pretty
Fat and lean.

They will marvel, smile,
They'll trudge along,
It's almost like they're laughing
The children didn't see it.

The sisters will be happy with the dolls,
The brothers are asking for guns
And you don't need it at all
No toys.

You will decorate the Christmas tree yourself
The stars are golden
And tie it to a branch with a peg
The apples are big.

You throw beads on the tree,
Golden threads.
You will push apart the strong branches,
You shout: “Look!”

You will shout, you will raise a branch,
With thin hands...
And the old man is laughing there
With a white mustache!

The mood now is The soul sings and the heart cries...

Harness the blacks. I invite everyone to visit! I will show you all the miracles, feed you dinner from the heart... From you - gifts, toasts.
There is a special map in Russia. fairyland. They live in it: Kysh-Babai, Leshy, Kikimora, White Mushroom, Santa Claus... And three years ago
another fabulous place has appeared - the residence of Mother Winter in Yarensk, Lensky district, Arkhangelsk region.
Without hesitation for a long time, a group of Vperyod editorial staff with children of various ages, and some with grandchildren, went to visit our Arkhangelsk neighbors.
From Kazluk (the border of the Komi Republic with the Arkhangelsk region) to Yarensk is a distance of 20 kilometers. Leaving Aikino (district center
Ust-Vymsky district, Aikatyl in the local dialect) at 9 o'clock in the morning, around 11 we were already in place - in just two hours.
In the courtyard of Mother Winter's residence we were met by residents of the fabulous Lena Forest: Leshy, Kikimora and, as usual, Baba Yaga. And right there
On the street we held a game program with our motley group: we skied on fabulous skis, took part in fun relay races, and threw felt boots at a distance.
Then we had a tour of the residence of Mother Winter - a real winter fairy tale! The tower where Winter moved in is an ancient merchant's house
house. The house is truly “winter” both outside and inside. Rooms with stucco molding and cold basements under arches. Very nice design
backlight in blue and white tones. There are winter attributes everywhere and lots and lots of snowflakes. The house itself is much less pretentious than the apartments of Father Frost in Veliky Ustyug, more “homely”.
The speech of Zimushka’s assistant sounds smoothly and melodiously, telling how on December 21, 1882 in Yarensk there was a strong snowstorm with a North wind, “so that the roofs of many houses were removed.” And that night a daughter was born to Santa Claus and the snowstorm, and they named her Zimushka.
She liked the Lena region so much that she decided to settle here a hundred and thirty years later: to grow green grass under a snowy feather bed, to store pickled icicles and canned food in her cellar. Northern lights, salted snowballs in birch tubs and
keep ice jewels in an ancient heavy safe.
And here comes Mother Winter herself! Contrary to fears, she turned out to be very nice and friendly. She said that in the old days winters were winters, but summer - summer, nothing was confused. Well, that’s when people began to interfere a lot in the course of weather affairs and confusion began.
Then they remembered the mistress of snow and blizzards and invited them to live nearby...
We listened with pleasure to the story of Winter, who showed us her chambers. First we visited Zimushka's office. And the children were amazed by the throne room. “If you sit on the snow throne and make a wish, it will certainly come true,” said the Winter sorceress.
Then she led us to the refectory, where the dishes were all pure silver, and then to a cozy bedchamber. And there everything is as it should be - a bed with high feather beds and winter pillows - no matter how winter sleeps, this will be the weather.
We visited the cellars and saw salted snowballs in a birch tub. Unfortunately, we weren’t allowed to try it (we weren’t salted yet!). And there are also pickled ones, but they say the ones from the tub are the most delicious! After this, the doors of the treasury opened, and in the pantry we saw a safe with jewelry that shone in special lighting like real diamonds. And each child put a coin in a special safe to come here again.
At the end of the excursion, we were invited to Mother Winter’s workshop. Here, Winter’s experienced assistants conduct a master class on making snowflakes and other New Year’s attributes. We were taught how to make amulets. How everyone tried - both children and adults! And after all
no one left without a beautiful amulet! And in the shop, which is next to the workshops, you could buy souvenirs and handmade crafts.
Next, we were fed lunch in the dining room - refectory from Mother Winter, and after refreshments we were taken to the local history museum, located in a former church.
A real museum quest awaited us at the Yarensk Local History Museum; we had to pay attention to the fullest! We not only visited the halls of the museum, got acquainted with the northern flora and fauna, but also learned Interesting Facts about the history of ancient Yarensk
and about its famous residents, answering the guide’s questions in a playful way. We also heard music from the beginning of the last century pouring from a working gramophone!
And to say goodbye to hospitable Yarensk, the youngest representatives of our group took a ride in a phaeton, which was driven through the snowy streets by a real fairy-tale horse.
... OUR CHILDREN LOVE FAIRY TALES, and we try to present this fairy tale to them: we invite Father Frost and the Snow Maiden, who will bring long-awaited gifts. Well, how are we, adults, different from children? Although we have grown beyond their age, we still hope that the New Year will give us something very good: our dreams will come true, and some miracle will happen in life...
And it turns out that Skazka is nearby - just a two-hour drive from the regional center. don't believe me?
Come to Yarensk and see for yourself.

From Kazluk (the border of the Republic of Kazakhstan with the Arkhangelsk region) to Yarensk is only about 20 km, you don’t drive on a good road - you fly! Therefore, many residents of Kazluk, Zheshart and other nearby villages often travel to the regional center of the Lensky district. Who for what purpose, but in Lately Most often, guests, and not only from the Komi Republic, go on excursions to the residence of Mother Winter.

The educational and entertainment program “Tales of the Lena Forest” for children and adults (newlyweds, birthday people), at their request, can include a tour of ancient Yarensk, as well as a reception at the Winter residence, and “ Winter fun"on the slope of the Kizhmola River, which is literally next to the residence (cheesecake riding, slides, and so on) and much more - balls, receptions for the occasion, master classes, and so on.

A fairy tale can come true

Quite a bit of time has passed - two years and a half - before the dream of making a fairy tale come true became a reality. And what a great one: Yarensk today has become officially and all-Russianly recognized as the Motherland of Winter.

How was it all possible to do this in such a short period of time? At the beginning, an idea appeared, and it arose from the head of the social development department of the administration of the Lensky Municipal Municipality municipal district» Natalia Rocheva suddenly - while watching fairy card Russia. “If Father Frost and his granddaughter Snegurochka have a homeland, then why doesn’t Winter have it?” thought Natalya Nikolaevna.

They began to look for sources to confirm this fact in the chronicles. And they found it!

Believe it, at least check it: on the night of December 21-22, 1882, there was a strong snowstorm and in the village of Sibir, Yarensky district (three km from Yarensk), Zimushka-Winter was born to Father Frost and Mother Metelitsa.

Surprisingly, we hit the mark! Information about the Motherland of Winter was written by Russian news agencies, “Arguments and Facts”, television, and a message appeared on the Internet, said N. Rocheva. - This is how a new tourist destination emerged.

And the work to “promote” the dream idea began: what a deal! Employees of the social development department of the district administration and the Yarensky Museum of Local Lore wrote scientific projects that substantiated the concept of the birth of a snow heroine. The project “Snowy Lace of Winter” became the best among 12 projects in the Arkhangelsk region and was awarded a grant of 300 thousand rubles; another project was written for which they received 400 thousand rubles. (Looking ahead, it must be said that subsequently two TOS were created at the Winter residence, and the targeted funds received from them were used to improve the territory of the residence - a fence, benches were erected, figurines of fairy-tale characters were made).

For Winter’s residence, the administration of the Lensky district provided an ancient house of the merchant Eshkilev, in which much was preserved in its original form, and part of the interior began to be stylized as antique and... a fairy tale. Residents, having heard about such a miracle, began to bring antique furniture - chests, tables, a buffet, and so on. The residence workers, of whom there were three, put it all in order and decorated it. A magnificent wooden throne for Winter was made by a skilled craftsman based on drawings. The costumes are so beautiful that you can’t take your eyes off them! - sewed by highly qualified cutter-fashion designer Tatyana Katunina, who plays in the image of Mother Snowstorm on excursions. And Liliya Korzhakova in the image of Winter is so tender, sophisticated and beautiful!

Winter will show his palace...

It’s hard for us, the newspaper’s correspondents, to be surprised by anything, because we’ve been everywhere and seen so much. But the excursion still pleasantly surprised us - first of all, with its originality, as well as a magical journey into the world of a fairy tale, and the fact that for a short time it was as if we had become children again and believed in miracles! So we entered a silver office with an antique telephone on a silver-plated desk, where Mother Snowstorm met us, showed us 150 snowmen and walls decorated with snowflakes and an ancient dressing table, and took us to the throne room, where Zimushka-Winter met us in a snow-white robe (on picture). “If you sit on the snow throne and make a wish, it will certainly come true,” said the sorceress Winter. Then she took us to the refectory, where all the dishes (a gift from Siverko) were pure silver, and then to a cozy bedchamber. And there everything is as it should be - a bed with high feather beds and winter pillows - whatever Winter sleeps on, such will the weather be... They also showed us the winter cellar, where Winter kept salted snowballs in a birch tub and pickled icicles and many other supplies in reserve. After this, the doors of the treasury opened, where there was a Christmas tree with diamonds and safes in which the fabulous wealth of Winter was stored - ingots of silver and pearls...

At the end of the excursion, we visited the workshops of Mother Winter. Here we saw gifts from the house of creativity in the village of Urdoma - unusual vases, embroidered paintings, as well as antique items from craftswomen - a spinning wheel and much more. At the request of guests, master classes on making snowflakes and other New Year's attributes are held here. And in the shop, which is next to the workshops, you can buy souvenirs and handmade crafts.

"Snowy Lace of Winter"

This is the name of the annual festival, which is held in December in Yarensk. This year it opened on December 2 with a performance by the ensemble “Asya kya” from the Komi Republic at the Yarensky cultural center. “60 artists presented a unique, vibrant musical program with Komi and Russian songs to the accompaniment of a live orchestra,” the Lensk regional newspaper “Mayak” wrote an enthusiastic review of the performance of our fellow countrymen. Many more interesting events are planned within the framework of the festival.

In February, Santa Claus gathers for the International Congress of Wizards in Sochi, with the aim of supporting athletes at the Olympics. And now he is gathering a fabulous delegation, which includes our Mother Winter and the Arkhangelsk Snowman,” said Natalya Rocheva, who, as the author of the idea of ​​the project “Yarensk - Homeland of Winter” in December 2012 received a special prize from the new governor of the Arkhangelsk region Igor Orlov, and himself The project received a diploma in the special category “For a fruitful idea.”