Stories about animals B. Zhitkov

In my distant childhood, I read Boris Zhitkov's story "On the Ice Floe" and remembered it for a long time. Few people pay attention to the author in childhood. I didn't know for a long time either.

Creativity B.S. Zhitkov

Boris Stepanovich Zhitkov occupies a special place among children's writers. His stories are taken from real life. Therefore, they are read easily and remembered for a long time. The most popular among young (and adult) readers are: "Stories about animals", "What I saw" and "What happened"

From the Animal Stories series, we have chosen short stories. They are perfect for preschoolers. Zhitkov's stories are interesting to listen to and easy to retell. Reading preschoolers and students primary school read it yourself.

Stories about Zhitkov's animals

Brave duck

Every morning, the hostess brought the ducklings a full plate of chopped eggs. She put the plate near the bush, and she left.

As soon as the ducklings ran up to the plate, suddenly a large dragonfly flew out of the garden and began to circle above them.

She chirped so terribly that frightened ducklings ran away and hid in the grass. They were afraid that the dragonfly would bite them all.

And the evil dragonfly sat on the plate, tasted the food and then flew away. After that, the ducklings did not approach the plate for a whole day. They were afraid that the dragonfly would fly again. In the evening, the hostess cleaned the plate and said: "Our ducklings must be sick, they don't eat anything." She did not know that the ducklings went to bed hungry every night.

Once, their neighbor, a little duckling Alyosha, came to visit the ducklings. When the ducklings told him about the dragonfly, he began to laugh.

Well, the brave ones! - he said. - I alone will drive this dragonfly away. Here you will see tomorrow.

You boast, - said the ducklings, - tomorrow you will be the first to be scared and run.

The next morning the hostess, as always, put a plate of chopped eggs on the ground and left.

Well, look, - said the brave Alyosha, - now I will fight with your dragonfly.

As soon as he said this, a dragonfly suddenly buzzed. Right on top, she flew onto the plate.

The ducklings wanted to run away, but Alyosha was not afraid. No sooner had the dragonfly landed on the plate than Alyosha grabbed it by the wing with his beak. She pulled away with force and flew away with a broken wing.

Since then, she never flew into the garden, and the ducklings ate their fill every day. They not only ate themselves, but also treated the brave Alyosha for saving them from the dragonfly.

Hunter and dogs

The hunter got up early in the morning, took a gun, cartridges, a bag, called his two dogs and went to shoot hares.

It was very cold, but there was no wind at all. The hunter was skiing and warmed up from walking. He was warm.

The dogs ran ahead and chased the hares at the hunter. The hunter deftly shot and filled five pieces. Then he noticed that he had gone too far.

"It's time to go home," the hunter thought. "There are traces of my skis, and before it gets dark, I'll follow the tracks home. I'll cross the ravine, and it's not far there."

He went downstairs and saw that the ravine was black with jackdaws. They sat right on the snow. The hunter realized that something was wrong.

And it is true: he had just left the ravine, when the wind blew, it began to snow, and a snowstorm began. There was nothing to be seen ahead, the tracks were covered with snow. The hunter whistled to the dogs.

"If the dogs don't lead me out onto the road," he thought, "I'm lost. Where to go, I don't know, I'll get lost, I'll be covered in snow, and I'll freeze."

He let the dogs go forward, and the dogs would run back five steps - and the hunter could not see where to go after them. Then he took off his belt, untied all the straps and ropes that were on it, tied the dogs by the collar and let them go forward. The dogs dragged him, and on skis, as if on a sleigh, he came to his village.

He gave each dog a whole hare, then took off his shoes and lay down on the stove. And he kept thinking:

"If it wasn't for the dogs, I'd be lost today."

Bear

In Siberia, in a dense forest, in the taiga, a Tungus hunter lived with his whole family in a leather tent. Once he went out of the house to break firewood, he sees: on the ground there are traces of an elk. The hunter was delighted, ran home, took his gun and knife and said to his wife:

Don't wait back soon - I'll go for the elk.

So he followed the footsteps, suddenly he sees more footprints - bearish ones. And where the elk footprints lead, the bear footprints lead there.

"Hey," the hunter thought, "I'm not following the elk alone, the elk bear is chasing me ahead of me. I can't catch up with them. The bear will catch the elk before me."

Still, the hunter followed in the footsteps. He walked for a long time, he already ate the entire supply, which he took with him from home, but everything goes on and on. The tracks began to rise uphill, but the forest does not thin out, it is still just as dense.

The hunter is hungry, exhausted, but he goes on and looks under his feet, so as not to lose traces. And along the way pines lie, piled up by a storm, stones overgrown with grass. The hunter is tired, stumbles, barely pulls his legs. And everything looks: where is the grass crushed, where is the earth crushed by a deer hoof?

“I have already climbed high,” the hunter thinks, “where is the end of this mountain.”

Suddenly he hears: someone champs. The hunter hid and crawled quietly. And I forgot that I was tired, where did my strength come from. The hunter crawled, crawled, and now he sees: very rarely there are trees, and here the end of the mountain - it converges at an angle - and on the right is a cliff, and on the left is a cliff. And in the very corner lies a huge bear, eating the elk, grumbling, chomping and not smelling the hunter.

"Aha," thought the hunter, "you drove the elk here, into the very corner, and then he got stuck. Stop!"

The hunter got up, knelt down and began to aim at the bear.

Then the bear saw him, got scared, wanted to run, ran to the edge, and there was a cliff. The bear roared. Then the hunter fired at him with a gun and killed him.

The hunter tore off the skin from the bear, and cut the meat and hung it on a tree so that the wolves would not get it. The hunter ate bear meat and hurry home.

I put down the tent and went with the whole family, where I left the bear meat.

Here, - the hunter said to his wife, - eat, and I will rest.

How an elephant saved its owner from a tiger

Hindus have tame elephants. One Hindu went with an elephant to the forest for firewood.

The forest was deaf and wild. The elephant paved the way for the owner and helped to fell the trees, and the owner loaded them onto the elephant.

Suddenly, the elephant stopped obeying the owner, began to look around, shake his ears, and then raised his trunk and roared.

The owner also looked around, but did not notice anything.

He became angry with the elephant and beat him on the ears with a branch.

And the elephant bent the trunk with a hook to lift the owner on his back. The owner thought: "I will sit on his neck - so it will be even more convenient for me to rule him."

He sat on the elephant and began to whip the elephant on the ears with a branch. And the elephant backed away, stomped and twirled its trunk. Then he froze and became worried.

The owner raised a branch to hit the elephant with all his might, but suddenly a huge tiger jumped out of the bushes. He wanted to attack the elephant from behind and jump on its back.

But he hit the firewood with his paws, the firewood fell down. The tiger wanted to jump another time, but the elephant had already turned around, grabbed the tiger across the stomach with its trunk, and squeezed it like a thick rope. The tiger opened its mouth, stuck out its tongue and shook its paws.

And the elephant already lifted him up, then slammed to the ground and began to stomp his feet.

And the elephant's legs are like pillars. And the elephant trampled the tiger into a cake. When the owner came to his senses from fear, he said:

What a fool I am for beating an elephant! And he saved my life.

The owner took out the bread that he had prepared for himself from the bag and gave it all to the elephant.

Jackdaw

My brother and sister had a hand jackdaw. She ate from the hands, was given to stroke, flew away into the wild and flew back.

That time the sister began to wash. She took the ring off her hand, put it on the washbasin, and lathered her face with soap. And when she rinsed the soap, she looked: where is the ring? And there is no ring.

She called out to her brother:

Give me the ring, don't tease! Why did you take it?

I didn't take anything, - answered the brother.

His sister quarreled with him and wept.

Grandma heard.

What do you have here? - He speaks. - Give me glasses, now I will find this ring.

Rushed to look for points - no points.

I just put them on the table, - the grandmother is crying. - Where do they go? How can I thread a needle now?

And screamed at the boy.

This is your business! Why are you teasing grandma?

The boy got offended and ran out of the house. He looks - and a jackdaw flies over the roof, and something glitters under her beak. I looked closer - yes, these are glasses! The boy hid behind a tree and began to look. And the jackdaw sat on the roof, looked around to see if anyone could see, and began to push glasses on the roof with her beak into the crack.

Grandma came out onto the porch, says to the boy:

Tell me, where are my glasses?

On the roof! - said the boy.

Grandma was surprised. And the boy climbed onto the roof and pulled out his grandmother's glasses from the crack. Then he pulled out the ring. And then he took out glasses, and then a lot of different money pieces.

The grandmother was delighted with the glasses, and the sister gave the ring and said to her brother:

Forgive me, I thought of you, and this is a jackdaw thief.

And reconciled with my brother.

Grandma said:

That's all they are, jackdaws and magpies. What glitters, everything is dragged.

Wolf

One collective farmer woke up early in the morning, looked out the window at the yard, and there was a wolf in his yard. The wolf stood near the barn and scraped the door with his paw. And there were sheep in the barn.

The collective farmer grabbed a shovel - and into the yard. He wanted to hit the wolf on the head from behind. But the wolf instantly turned and caught the shovel by the handle with his teeth.

The collective farmer began to snatch the shovel from the wolf. It wasn't there! The wolf clung so tightly with his teeth that he couldn't tear it out.

The collective farmer began to call for help, but at home they sleep, they do not hear.

“Well,” the collective farmer thinks, “the wolf will not hold a shovel for a century; but when he releases it, I will break his head with a shovel.”

And the wolf began to sort out the handle with his teeth and closer and closer to the collective farmer ...

“Let the shovel go?” the collective farmer thinks. “The wolf will also throw a shovel at me. I won’t have time to run away.”

And the wolf is getting closer and closer. The collective farmer sees: things are bad - that way the wolf will soon grab the hand.

The collective farmer gathered with all his strength and how he would throw the wolf along with the shovel over the fence, but rather into the hut.

The wolf ran away. And the collective farmer at home woke everyone up.

After all, - he says, - a wolf nearly got stuck under your window. Eco sleep!

How, - asks the wife, - did you manage?

And I, - says the collective farmer, - threw him over the fence.

The wife looked, and behind the fence there was a shovel; all gnawed by wolf teeth

Evening

The cow Masha goes to look for her son, the calf Alyoshka. Don't see him anywhere. Where did he disappear to? It's time to go home.

And the calf Alyoshka ran, got tired, lay down in the grass. The grass is tall - you can't see Alyoshka.

The cow Masha was frightened that her son Alyoshka was gone, and how she hums with all her strength:

Masha was milked at home, a whole bucket of fresh milk was milked. They poured Alyoshka into a bowl:

Here, drink, Alyoshka.

Alyoshka was delighted - he had wanted milk for a long time - he drank everything to the bottom and licked the bowl with his tongue.

Alyoshka got drunk, he wanted to run around the yard. As soon as he ran, suddenly a puppy jumped out of the booth - and bark at Alyoshka. Alyoshka was frightened: it must be a terrible beast, if it barks so loudly. And he started to run.

Alyoshka ran away, and the puppy did not bark anymore. Quiet became a circle. Alyoshka looked - there was no one, everyone went to sleep. And I wanted to sleep. I lay down and fell asleep in the yard.

The cow Masha also fell asleep on the soft grass.

The puppy also fell asleep at his booth - he was tired, he barked all day.

The boy Petya also fell asleep in his bed - he was tired, he ran all day.

The bird has long since fallen asleep.

She fell asleep on a branch and hid her head under the wing so that it would be warmer to sleep. Also tired. She flew all day, catching midges.

Everyone is asleep, everyone is sleeping.

Only the night wind does not sleep.

It rustles in the grass and rustles in the bushes.

stray cat

I lived by the sea and fished. I had a boat, nets and different rods. There was a booth in front of the house, and a huge dog on a chain. Shaggy, all in black spots - Ryabka. He guarded the house. I fed him fish. I worked with the boy, and there was no one around for three miles. Ryabka was so used to it that we talked to him, and he understood very simple things. You ask him: “Ryabka, where is Volodya?” Ryabka wags her tail and turns her muzzle where Volodya has gone. The air is pulled by the nose, and always true. It used to happen that you would come from the sea with nothing, and Ryabka was waiting for the fish. Stretches out on a chain, squeals.

Turn to him and say angrily:

Our deeds are bad, Ryabka! Here's how...

He sighs, lies down and puts his head on his paws. He doesn't even ask, he understands.

When I went to sea for a long time, I always patted Ryabka on the back and persuaded her to take good care of her. And now I want to move away from him, and he will stand on his hind legs, pull the chain and wrap his paws around me. Yes, so hard - does not let. He does not want to stay alone for a long time: he is both bored and hungry.

It was a good dog!

But I didn’t have a cat, and the mice overcame. You hang the nets, so they climb into the nets, get tangled and gnaw through the threads, screw up. I found them in nets - another gets confused and gets caught. And at home they steal everything, whatever you put it.

So I went to the city. I’ll get myself, I think, a cheerful kitty, she will catch all the mice for me, and in the evening she will sit on her knees and purr. Came to the city. I walked around all the yards - not a single cat. Well, nowhere!

I started asking people:

Does anyone have a cat? I'll even pay money, just give me.

And they began to get angry with me:

Is it up to cats now? There is hunger everywhere, there is nothing to eat, but here you feed the cats.

And one said:

I would have eaten the cat myself, and not what to feed him, the parasite!

Here are those on! Where have all the cats gone? The cat is accustomed to living on a prepared meal: he got drunk, stole, and in the evening stretched out on a warm stove. And suddenly such trouble! The stoves are not heated, the owners themselves suck the stale crust. And there is nothing to steal. And you won't find mice in a hungry house either.

Cats have disappeared in the city ... And what, maybe, hungry people have arrived. So I didn't get a single cat.

Winter has come and the sea is frozen. It became impossible to fish. And I had a gun. So I loaded my gun and went along the shore. I'll shoot someone: wild rabbits lived in holes on the shore.

Suddenly, I look, in the place of the rabbit hole, a large hole has been dug out, as if a passage for a large beast. I'm more likely to go there.

I sat down and looked into the hole. Dark. And when I looked closely, I see: there are two eyes shining in the depths.

What, I think, for such a beast wound up?

I plucked a twig - and into the hole. And how it will hiss from there!

I stepped back. Fu you! Yes, it's a cat!

So that's where the cats from the city moved!

I began to call:

Kitty Kitty! Kitty! - and stuck his hand into the hole.

And the kitty purred like such a beast that I jerked my hand away.

I began to think about how to lure the cat into my house.

That's when I met a cat on the shore. Big, grey, muzzled. When she saw me, she jumped aside and sat down. He looks at me with evil eyes. Everything tensed up, froze, only the tail shuddered. Looking forward to what I will do.

And I took a crust of bread out of my pocket and threw it to her. The cat looked where the crust had fallen, but she didn't move. Stared at me again. I walked around and looked around: the cat jumped, grabbed the crust and ran to her home, into the hole.

So we often met with her, but the cat never let me near her. Once at dusk I mistook her for a rabbit and wanted to shoot.

In the spring I started fishing, and there was a smell of fish near my house. Suddenly I hear - my hazel grouse barks. And somehow it barks funny: stupidly, in different voices, and squeals. I went out and saw: a large gray cat was slowly walking along the spring grass towards my house. I recognized her immediately. She was not in the least afraid of Ryabchik, she did not even look at him, but only chose where she would step on dry land. The cat saw me, sat down and began to look and lick. I rather ran into the house, got the fish and threw it away.

She grabbed the fish and jumped into the grass. From the porch I could see how she began to eat greedily. Yeah, I think I haven't eaten fish in a long time.

And since then the cat has been visiting me.

I coaxed her and persuaded her to come live with me. And the cat kept getting shy and wouldn't let me get close to her. Eat the fish and run away. Like a beast.

Finally, I managed to stroke her, and the beast purred. Hazel grouse did not bark at her, but only stretched on the chains, whining: he really wanted to get to know the cat.

Now the cat hovered around the house all day long, but did not want to go into the house to live.

Once she did not go to spend the night in her hole, but stayed overnight at Ryabchik's booth. The hazel grouse completely shrunk into a ball to make room.

The hazel grouse was so bored that he was glad to have a cat.

Once it was raining. I look out the window - Ryabka is lying in a puddle near the booth, all wet, but he won’t climb into the booth.

I went out and shouted:

Ryabka! To the booth!

He stood up, wagging his tail in embarrassment. He twists his muzzle, tramples, but does not climb into the booth.

I walked over and looked into the booth. A cat sprawled importantly across the floor. Hazel grouse did not want to climb, so as not to wake the cat, and got wet in the rain.

He loved it so much when a cat came to visit him that he tried to lick her like a puppy. The cat was bristling and shaking.

I saw how Hazel paws held the cat when she, having slept, went about her business.

And this is what she had to do.

I hear it like a baby is crying. I jumped out, I look: Murka is rolling off a cliff. There is something in her teeth. I ran up, I look - in the teeth of Murka is a rabbit. The rabbit jerked its paws and screamed, just like Small child. I took it from the cat. I traded it for fish. The rabbit came out and then lived in my house. Another time I caught Murka when she was already finishing her big rabbit. Ryabka on a chain licked his lips from a distance.

Opposite the house was a hole half an arshin deep. I see from the window: Murka is sitting in a hole, all shrunk into a ball, his eyes are wild, but there is no one around. I began to follow.

Suddenly Murka jumped up - I did not have time to blink, and she was already tearing up a swallow. It was about to rain, and the swallows soared close to the ground. And in the pit, a cat was waiting in ambush. For hours she sat all cocked, like a cock: she waited for the swallow to strike over the very pit. Hap! - and bites with his paw on the fly.

Another time I caught her at sea. The storm threw shells ashore. Murka carefully walked over the wet stones and raked the shells with her paw into a dry place. She gnawed them like nuts, grimaced and ate the slug.

But here comes the trouble. Stray dogs appeared on the shore. They ran along the shore in a flock, hungry, brutalized. With a bark, with a screech, they rushed past our house. The hazel grouse bristled all over, tensed up. He muttered muffledly and glared evilly. Volodya grabbed a stick, and I rushed into the house for a gun. But the dogs rushed past, and soon they were no longer heard.

Hazel grouse could not calm down for a long time: he kept grumbling and looking where the dogs had run off. And Murka, at least that: she sat in the sun and importantly washed her muzzle.

I told Volodya:

Look, Murka is not afraid of anything. Dogs will come running - she jumped onto the pole and along the pole to the roof.

Volodya says:

And Ryabchik will climb into the booth and bite off every dog ​​through the hole. And I'm going to the house.

There is nothing to be afraid of.

I left for the city.

And when he returned, Volodka told me:

As you left, an hour had not passed, wild dogs returned. Pieces eight. Rushed to Murka. But Murka did not run away. She has a pantry under the wall, in the corner, you know. She buries food in there. She's got a lot in there. Murka rushed into a corner, hissed, got up on her hind legs and prepared her claws. The dogs poked their heads in, three at once. Murka worked so hard with her paws - the hair only flew from the dogs. And they squeal, howl, and climb one over the other, they all climb from above to Murka, to Murka!

What were you watching?

Yes, I didn't look. I quickly went to the house, grabbed a gun and began to thrash with all my might at the dogs with the butt, butt. Everything got mixed up. I thought only shreds would remain from Murka. I already hit on anything here. Here, look, the whole butt was beaten. You won't scold?

Well, what about Murka, Murka?

And now she is with Ryabka. Ryabka licks her. They are in the booth.

And so it turned out. Ryabka curled up in a ring, and Murka lay in the middle. Ryabka licked it and looked angrily at me. Apparently, he was afraid that I would interfere - I would take Murka away.

A week later, Murka completely recovered and began to hunt.

Suddenly at night we woke up from a terrible barking and screeching.

Volodya jumped out, shouting:

Dogs, dogs!

I grabbed the gun and, as I was, jumped out onto the porch.

A whole bunch of dogs were busy in the corner. They roared so much that they didn't hear me come out.

I fired into the air. The whole flock rushed and rushed away without memory. I fired back again. Ryabka was torn on the chains, twitched with a running start, was furious, but could not break the chains: he wanted to rush after the dogs.

I began to call Murka. She rumbled and put the pantry in order: she dug in a dug hole with her paw.

In the room, by the light, I examined the cat. She was badly bitten by dogs, but the wounds were harmless.

I noticed that Murka had grown fat - she was soon to have kittens.

I tried to leave her overnight in the hut, but she meowed and scratched, so I had to let her out.

The stray cat was used to living in the wild and did not want to go into the house for anything.

It was impossible to leave the cat like that. Apparently, wild dogs got into the habit of running towards us. They will come running when Volodya and I are at sea, and they will completely kill Murka. And so we decided to take Murka away and leave to live with familiar fishermen. We put a cat in the boat with us and went by sea.

Far away, fifty versts from us, we took Murka away. The dogs won't run there. Many fishermen lived there. They had a net. Every morning and every evening they brought a seine into the sea and pulled it ashore. They always had a lot of fish. They were very happy when we brought them Murka. Now they fed her fish to satiety. I said that the cat would not go to live in the house and that it was necessary to make a hole for her - this is not an ordinary cat, she is one of the homeless and loves freedom. They made a house out of reeds for her, and Murka remained to guard the seine from mice.

And we returned home. Ryabka howled for a long time and barked whiningly; barked at us: where did we put the cat?

We were not on the seine for a long time and only in the autumn we gathered to Murka.

We arrived in the morning when the seine was being drawn. The sea was very calm, like water in a saucer. The seine was already coming to an end, and a whole gang of sea crayfish - crabs was dragged ashore along with the fish. They are like large spiders, dexterous, run fast and angry. They rear up and click their claws above their heads: they scare. And if they grab your finger, so hold on: until the blood. Suddenly I look: in the midst of all this mess, our Murka is calmly walking. She deftly threw the crabs out of the way. Pick it up with its paw from behind, where it can't reach it, and throw it away. The crab rears up, puffs up, clanks its claws like a dog's teeth, but Murka doesn't even pay attention, it will throw it away like a pebble.

Four adult kittens followed her from a distance, but they themselves were afraid to come close to the net. And Murka climbed into the water, entered up to the neck, only one head sticks out of the water. It goes along the bottom, and the water parted from the head.

The cat with its paws groped at the bottom for a small fish that was leaving the seine. These fish hide at the bottom, burrow into the sand - that's where Murka caught them. He gropes with his paw, picks it up with his claws and throws it ashore to his children. And they were really big cats, but they were afraid to step on the wet. Murka brought them to dry sand live fish and then they ate and grumbled evilly. Think what hunters!

The fishermen could not praise Murka:

Hey cat! Fighting cat! Well, the children did not go to their mother. Goonies and loafers. They will sit down like gentlemen, and put everything in their mouths. Look, sit down! Pure pigs. Look, they fell apart. Get out, you bastards!

The fisherman swung, but the cats did not move.

That's just because of the mother and endure. They should be kicked out.

The cats were so lazy that they were too lazy to play with the mouse.

I once saw how Murka dragged a mouse in their teeth. She wanted to teach them how to catch mice. But the cats lazily moved their paws and missed the mouse. Murka rushed after them and brought them again. But they didn’t even want to look: they lay in the sun on the soft sand and waited for dinner, so that they could eat fish heads without the hassle.

Look, mother's sons! - said Volodya and threw sand at them. - Look disgusting. There you are!

The cats shook their ears and rolled over to the other side.

Write down on a separate sheet a fairy tale about animals, plants or folk tradition about the origin of the name natural object- this is one of the creative tasks in the subject " The world"Grade 4 according to Pleshakov's textbook. And if everything is clear with the first part of the task, namely, you can write any fairy tale with the participation of plants and animals, then problems may arise with the second. Namely, the teacher will appreciate the folk legends about the origin of the name of a natural object higher, than a fairy tale rewritten from a book about a turnip or tops and roots.Any region is rich in additions, let's get acquainted with some of them.

Givings about the origin of the name of a natural object

Kamchatka

This is a peninsula in the northeast of the Asian part of the Russian Federation. Kamchatka is washed by Pacific Ocean, the Sea of ​​Okhotsk and the Bering Sea. One of the legends about the origin of the name of the peninsula is the tale of the Koryak hero or cunning Khonchat, who defeated or deceived his enemies. There is also a toponymic myth that personifies the names: the legend of lovers who rushed from a steep hill - the son mountain range(stream Kam) and the daughter of the volcano (river Chatka).

Olkhon

Olkhon is a large island on Lake Baikal, covered with taiga forests and steppes. There is a version that its name has Buryat roots, since in Buryat "olkhon" means "dry". If so, the name is given quite rightly - after all, the island has a small amount of rainfall and withering winds constantly blow.
There is also a Buryat legend, from which it follows that a young guy, nicknamed Olkhon, once lived on it, he was a shepherd. When Genghis Khan was going on a campaign against China, Olkhon decided to try his luck in his army with a nuker. And so, when the Mongols fought China, he took a lot of "yasyr" and decided to return to his homeland and marry a good girl - now he has the money to buy the bride. Olkhon returned to his ulus, chose a girl - and everything seemed to be fine, but here's the catch: the girl's parents were against it. And she fell in love with Olkhon and, for her part, reciprocated. What to do in love? And they decided to escape together at dawn - to the island on which Olkhon had lived since childhood.
Olkhon came at the appointed time to the girl's yurt, she went out unnoticed, and they ran to the shore - there a boat was waiting for them. They got into it and swam, but then the girl's father and her brothers woke up and rushed after him. The lovers had not yet sailed far, and the girl's relatives had already run to the shore. The father saw that he could not catch up with his daughter, and in a rage shot them after him from a tight Mongolian bow. The arrow pierced through the heart of the young man - and he died. And the girl (by that time she had already suffered from Olkhon) reached the island and there, after some time, gave birth to a boy-hero, who grew up and became a hero of the Buryat people. And the island has since been called Olkhon, after his father.

Shikotan

On the territory of Russia, namely in the Sakhalin region, there is one of the largest islands - Shikotan.
There are many beautiful legends and tales about such an unusual name for this island. Here is one of the legends that has survived to this day. When the first people settled the island and just started to live, there was a lot of controversy about what to call it. Among them was one young woman who was about to give birth. And then the elders decided: "Let's call this island by the name of the first child born on it." The woman gave birth to a girl and named her Shikotan. On the same day, the island received the same name. Since then it has been called Shikotan.

Mount Beshtau

Beshtau is one of the mountains of the Caucasus Range. It is not one of the high mountains, and even in the Caucasus there are many much higher peaks. However, despite its "short stature", Beshtau is quite famous in the Caucasus. Such popularity is connected with the legend about the origin of this mountain. Caucasians believe that Beshtau is a petrified girl, the daughter of Elbrus, standing next to her. Even the name "Beshtau" in translation from Turkic means "younger".
An old legend says that many years ago Beshtau was the youngest daughter of the formidable and powerful King Elbrus. Once, when Beshtau was still small, she, walking through the forest, met an old woman carrying a huge bundle of brushwood. Beshtau helped the old woman to bring brushwood to the house - and she gave her a small bag filled with salt, punishing her to take care of it like the apple of her eye.
Many years have passed since then. And then one day the king called his daughters to him and asked them how much they love him. “I love you like gold!” said eldest daughter and the king nodded his head in approval. “I love you like jewels,” said the middle one, and the king was again pleased. “And I love you like salt, father,” Beshtau said, and the angry king drove his daughter out of the house, who appreciated him so little.
Beshtau wandered around the world for a long time, until she found out that a terrible disease was rampant in her homeland, from which only magic salt could save. Then Beshtau remembered about the bag and returned to her country. She has cured many people without any distinction between rich and poor. A few days later, she learned that her father fell ill, and the sisters did not care for him and left. The last pinch of salt remained in Beshtau's pouch, and although she contracted the disease herself, she gave this salt to her father. Soon Beshtau died - and immediately after death turned into a huge mountain. And when King Elbrus came to his senses and found out about what had happened, from grief he literally turned to stone next to his daughter.

bald mountain

In Russia, the name "Bald" is carried by several mountains in different regions of the country and in different mountain ranges. That Bald Mountain, which will be discussed, is located in the Zhiguli mountain range and is not distinguished by great height or fame. However, despite the fact that it is not mentioned in any geographical encyclopedia and almost impossible to find on a map, Bald Mountain has earned the right to be mentioned. The thing is that, according to legend, it was here that the legendary Cossack chieftain, or robber, as you like, Stenka Razin hid his treasures.
Gold, jewelry, money, everything that Stenka managed to rob during his life, he personally hid in one of the caves on Bald Mountain. And now, for several centuries, somewhere there lies a huge treasure. Many tried to find it, but no one succeeded. Old-timers explain this by the fact that during his lifetime Stenka was a sorcerer - and he bewitched the entrance to the cave, making him invisible. No one knows whether this legend is true or not, however, gold and silver coins are sometimes found on the mountain, which, according to the legend, Stenka scattered everywhere to throw future treasure hunters off the trail.
As for the name, just by looking at the mountain, you can immediately understand where it came from. Neither on the mountain itself, nor at its foot, there is practically no vegetation that would be taller than undersized grass. Scientists believe that the reason for this should be sought in groundwater flowing next to the mountain. They, as often happens, have too much heavy metals, such as lead, for example, which destroy any vegetation.
However, people whose ancestors have always lived in these parts are sure that nothing grows on the mountain because of the spells cast by Stenka Razin on treasures. Whom to believe, scientists or old-timers, everyone decides on their own, but you should always remember that in any legend, even the most unusual, there is some truth. And, perhaps, not spells are the reason that there is no vegetation on the mountain, but something else, but still there is a grain of truth in popular rumor, perhaps distorted over many centuries, but still truth.

Ural

The Urals is a mountain system on the border between Europe and Asia, stretching over a distance of more than 2,000 km, with a width of 40-150 km. An ancient folk legend tells that the Ural Mountains came out from the bottom of the Aral Sea, Aral is consonant with the word Ural.
In ancient times, the legend says, when people had just stopped living like animals and learned to communicate with each other, something incomprehensible and at the same time majestic happened. For several days the sun disappeared behind the clouds, it became so quiet around that one could hear the animals drinking from the stream and flapping their wings in flight. People, frightened and perplexed, gathered on the seashore, behind which the sun was hidden in red clouds. Suddenly, the clouds dispersed, the huge waves subsided, and in the rays of the rising sun, a stone bulk arose from the depths of the sea. It grew until it turned into a wall of several mountains. This "wall" protected the tribes from the cold northern winds and from foreign enemies.

Amu Darya

Amu Darya flows into Central Asia, is formed by the confluence of two rivers - Panja and Vakhma. Previously, it flowed into the Aral Sea.
There is an ancient beautiful legend about the origin of the name. In the same village, two sisters lived with their parents, they were twins, similar as two drops of water. The one that was a little older was called Amuda, and the younger Daria. From childhood, the sisters loved each other very much. And so, when the girls grew up, an unpleasant story happened to them. There lived a guy in their village, handsome, prominent, both sisters fell in love with him with all their hearts and began to compete with each other. He, in turn, did not feel anything serious for them, but played with both of them, because in addition to being very handsome, the young man was also very arrogant, angry and insincere.
And both sisters were so captured by their feelings that they did not notice it, and every day they became more and more embittered at each other, no longer hiding their enmity, they spoke evil, cruel words to each other.
And then one day, when the sisters almost hated each other, they found out that their lover was marrying a girl from a rich, noble family. Then they understood what an unworthy person they fell in love with, they also understood that for each other they were the only support, and they reconciled, wept together. Amuda and Darya went out into the open field, asked each other for forgiveness, turned into two rivers, merged together and flowed through the fields and plains, never parting again, and people gave the name to the Amudarya River for this. Most likely, the origin of the legend is due to the fact that the Amu Darya is formed by the confluence of two similar rivers.

Anadyr

Refers to major rivers Russian Federation and flows through the northeastern part of the country.
Some peoples associate the name of the river with an event that once occurred on its banks. Many years ago, a ship sailed along the river to this remote region from the center of Russia. All the inhabitants gathered to meet him. The inhabitants did not know whether this ship brought them happiness or sorrow, and they watched expectantly as it sailed towards them. Their hearts were anxious, and the ship was unusual.
Suddenly, one of those waiting realized that it was foreign merchants who had arrived and brought them goods, and joyfully shouted: “Gifts are for us!” (which is heard in Chukchi as Anadyr). He was right, it was the merchants who arrived in this region, and the inhabitants who inhabited the banks of this river were worried in vain, since those who arrived really presented them with gifts. In honor of their arrival, they named the Anadyr River - from the words that reassured all the inhabitants of this region at that moment.
In the future, the river gave this name to the bay, the peninsula and even the lowland through which it flows. In turn, the city of Anadyr was named after the bay.
In the lower part of the river, fishing is developed, which is important for the whole country. Anadyr is inhabited by Chukchi tribes, for them this river is a real breadwinner.

Angara

Angara is located in the southeast of Eastern Siberia. This is the most abundant tributary of the Yenisei.
An old Buryat legend tells that the old Baikal had a beautiful daughter, Angara. Once she fell in love with the young man of the Yenisei and ran away from home, as the formidable father opposed this love. This legend arose because of the unusual location of the river.
The name of the river is due to the fact that its waters are greenish and transparent like glass. Local peoples in ancient times compared it with the sky and in the local dialect "angara" means - "transparent as the sky."

Andoga

Translated from Old Russian - "bush". The river flows through the territory of the Kaduysky district. In the past, a very turbulent river, on which there were many rapids, overflowing over a huge area during the flood.
Among the people living along the banks of the river, there are legends about where its name came from. One of them is about a monk who secluded himself in the forests along the banks of a rapid river. The forests of Andoga in those days belonged to Prince Shelepansky. The owner of the lands did not like the presence of the hermit, he decided to expel the recalcitrant. Somehow he went dark night(when not a single star was visible in the sky) to the monk's dugout. Since then, no one has seen Shelepansky. They say that when a strong wind rises on the river, the cry of the prince is heard. Make sounds like this strong wind) young willow trees. It is believed that the prince has turned into a small willow bush and now groans in pain at every strong gust of wind.
There is another equally well-known legend about a peasant woman whose child drowned in the stormy streams of Andoga. Since then, the mother came to the shore every day and dropped her tears into the streams of the river. Then she stopped appearing in the village and disappeared forever. People say that the peasant woman has turned into a willow bush. And to this day, on the banks of the Andoga, you can see how the willow is crying, like an unfortunate mother grieving for her drowned child.

Baidarata

Baydarata is one of the coldest rivers in Russia. Most of the year its waters are frozen. It flows along the mainland and flows into the Baydarat Bay - the bay of the Kara Sea between the coast of the mainland and the Yamal Peninsula.
According to legend, the spirit of the river Ba once got angry with a man named Rat because he treated him disrespectfully, did not give him gifts, but, on the contrary, only took away her valuables from the river and always scolded her. And he called her cold, and unfriendly, and angry, and ugly. And no matter how his neighbors persuaded him, he stood his ground: they have a bad river, and that’s all.
At first, the spirit of the river tried to appease Rat and gave him the best weather for fishing, the biggest fish, led him to the most beautiful places. Rath was always dissatisfied with everything. Then Ba was indignant and decided to take revenge on Rath for his ingratitude. One night, Ba hid the river from people. There was nowhere to fish, nowhere to get water to drink. People realized that Rat was to blame for everything, and kicked him out of the village.
Rath walked for a long time on the uncomfortable land, became wild. Once he wandered into some cave, sat down on a stone and fell asleep. And he had a wonderful dream. It was as if the spirit of Ba himself came to him and said that he could forgive him everything if his friends and acquaintances forgive him. Rat woke up and went to the village as soon as possible to tell about the unusual dream. At first, people did not believe him and wanted to drive him away again, but the most an old man The village said that if they did not forgive him, then surely nothing would change. And if they forgive, but the river still does not appear, then they will always have time to drive him away.
All people went to the bed of the disappeared river. Rath loudly asked everyone for forgiveness - and they forgave him. As soon as the youngest resident of the village uttered the words of forgiveness, the sound of water was heard in the distance. People turned and saw the water rushing right at them, and above it - the spirit of the river Ba. And so that no one would forget this story, all the names were included in the name of the river: the spirit of the river Ba, the place where he hid the river, the Dere gorge, the impudent offender Rat. So they got the beautiful name Baydarata.

Barguzin

The Barguzin River flows through the territory of Eastern Siberia (Buryatia), along the Barguzin Valley. It originates in the high spurs of the Ikat Range, and flows into Lake Baikal.
There is a sad legend about the river in Buryatia. In a mountain village, which was located not far from the place where the river originates, lived a brave young man and a beautiful girl. They passionately fell in love with each other, but were very young, and their parents opposed their desire to be together. And so the lovers decided to run away from home, in order to be always together. But they did not know the way, and therefore decided to go down along the river. They left their houses imperceptibly at night and ran along the river, which at its source was a narrow stream. They had already reached the place where the quiet stream turned into a seething, rapids mountain river, and suddenly they saw that their parents were catching up.
The brave young man said that they only needed to swim across the river and they were saved. He jumped into the water, thinking that the girl would follow him, but she got scared and stayed on the shore. He called her, persuaded her, and a powerful current carried him along. Parents approached the shore, saw that the young man was in trouble and was about to drown, but they could not help. The young man drowned, and the name Barguzin was given to the river by grieving parents.

White

One of the rivers with this name flows through the territory of Buryatia of the Russian Federation. Left tributary of the Angara.
The peoples inhabiting it told a number of legends and traditions, to some extent explaining the origin of the name. One of the legends says that once upon a time a tribe lived on the banks of this river, which differed from other tribes in its unusual, blond hair color. Many people from other tribes believed that the river was called Belaya in connection with the custom of washing the heads of all the boys of the tribe with the waters of the river on their seventeenth birthday. The children of this tribe grew up healthy and happy. This is how the Belaya River appeared in Buryatia.
Another legend that has survived to this day is related to the fact that good spirits lived in this river, which brought happiness to all people inhabiting the banks of this river from ancient times. By analogy, in those distant times, when people believed in otherworldly forces, the Black River flowed in the same regions, the waters of which they were afraid of. Whether she really was or is now known under a different name, the legends are silent. Only the name "White" has survived to this day.

Biryusa

Biryusa is a river in the southwest of Eastern Siberia, the left component of the Taseeva River.
There is a legend that tells that once on the place where the river flows, they mined gem turquoise, from whose name it went modern name rivers.

Bityug

The Bityug is a little-known left tributary of the Don and carries its waters for 379 km through the Tambov and Voronezh regions.
The name is associated with the legendary journey of the ancient Turkic tribe along the river. Expelled from their native places, people walked across the plain towards the unknown. The horses, with their last strength, dragged harnesses with property. The children turned black from hunger, thirst and a difficult journey and looked like little old people. People could only eat grass and some small animals, if they could catch them. Finding water in an unfamiliar area was almost impossible.
Suddenly, one day, in the distance, in the rays of the morning sun, a mirror strip began to appear silver. People understood that it was water, a long strip of water. Joy and hope gave them strength, they got up, gathered everything they had left, and as quickly as they could went to meet the unfamiliar river. The river accepted them and gave them food, water, and protection. People compared it to a camel that can go through the desert for a long time, not demanding water or food, but giving them protection and hope to survive and reach the place.

Great Heta

There is a legend that the Khet people lived on the banks of this river quite apart from the rest of the world. And for a very long time no one knew about their existence.
But one day the nomadic tribes went down the river and saw the dwellings of the Kets. The nomads were distinguished by militancy and cruelty. They attacked all the villages that came across on their way, robbed them and killed the inhabitants. The village they met seemed small and miserable to them. They decided that without much difficulty they would conquer it.
However, the Kets gathered very quickly, armed themselves with axes and stakes, and drove the uninvited guests away from their homes. Frightened nomads dubbed the people great, and their river began to be called as "the river big people”, and it became shorter and more convenient for pronunciation - “Big Heta”.

Big Yugan

This river originates in the south of the Tyumen region. Almost all of its pool is located on its territory. The Big Yugan flows into one of the great Siberian rivers - the Yenisei.
The name of the river consists of two words. Well, the fact that he is big is clear to any reader. Many rivers become large, even if they are not actually so, simply because there are small streams that flow into them or carry their waters almost in parallel. They are called small or simply have the same name. So in this case, there is just a Yugan and there is a Big Yugan. But as for the name of the river itself, there is a legend that claims that it came from the location of the river itself.
The south of the Tyumen region became the river basin and gave it its main name. Almost the entire Yugan flows through the south of the region. It carries its waters along with numerous other small and large rivers, merges with them and flows into the Yenisei, creating a delta web.
According to the second legend, the river got its name because, like many northern rivers, it begins in the south and carries its waters to the north. Because of the location of the source in relation to the mouth, the river got its name. And why not “south”, but “yugan”, this is the “fault” of the local dialect, which changes the words. Northerners are distinguished by their unusual dialect, and in ancient times this difference was more noticeable. In the northern regions lived mainly small ethnic groups of nomads who had their own language, only slightly similar to the modern one.
The scientific version of the formation of the name of this river is the Khanty-Mansiysk word "egan", which means "river" in translation. The term "egan" is included in many hydronyms of Western Siberia (Vasyugan, Nefteyugansk, etc.).

Vagay

The Vagai River flows in Western Siberia, is one of the many tributaries of the well-known Irtysh. There is one beautiful legend, which is simply impossible to keep silent about.
Many years and winters ago, a young guy named Vagai experienced love feelings for a girl. And as proof, he decided to swim across the river, along the banks of which they walked together. Not having overcome the river, Vagai drowned. And the girl cried for a long time, sitting on the shore and replenishing her tears with water. And not only the guy drowned in this river, her pride also drowned here.
Since then, the river has been called the name of the lover.

Vasyugan

The Vasyugan River is located on West Siberian Plain and is a left tributary of the Ob River. On the river there is a small village called Novy Vasyugan, named after the river.
There was such a legend. Once upon a time, in ancient times, a guy fell in love with a girl who lived in a village located up the river. The girl's parents were against marriage, as the guy was poor and could not provide a good future for his young wife. And they came up with a task for the guy that he had to complete. And only after fulfilling this order did they agree to give him their daughter as a wife. The parents connected all their hopes with the fact that the guy could drown as a result of such a risky journey, and then his beloved daughter would be saved from an unenviable fate.
The task was that the poor guy had to swim up the river to the village of his beloved. This was a risky business, since the current of the river is strong, and the water in it is icy. But for the sake of his beloved girl, the guy was ready for anything. He agreed to complete this task, but asked the cruel parents of the girl not to tell anyone about this, so as not to disturb the relatives.
On the appointed day, the guy went down to the river bank, plunged into the water and swam against the current to his beloved. Cold water brought his legs together; the young man rowed with all his might, trying to overcome the obstacle as quickly as possible. His path was difficult, he sailed for a very long time, only his love helped him achieve his goal. Finally, he reached his beloved village, barely got out of the water, to the surprise of the girl's relatives. The parents had to marry their daughter. The guy took her to his village - and they lived happily ever after. People found out about such an unprecedented and bold act of a young man and named the river in his honor, as his name was nice name Vasiliy.

Vetluga

This river is quite large, it takes its source in the Kirov region, then carries its waters through the Kostroma region and ends in the Nizhny Novgorod region, gradually overflowing and flowing into the Cheboksary reservoir.
There is a legend that the river got its name thanks to a beautiful, modest and delicate tree - willow. These trees grew almost along the entire coast, freely hanging their branches to the very water. Some of the trees were so old that they simply forked, split in half. They were popularly called not willows, but vetluga. Here the river got its name from these split trees.
According to another legend, the name is formed from two words: “branch” and “meadows”. The river carries its waters through the northern regions of the country, and in them there is often a so-called local dialect, which changes the words a little, and instead of “wags”, many said “weaves”. Here the river branched, carrying its waters to the south. And the meadows, among which it flows, gave it the second half of the name. And the result was a river that winds among the meadows - Vetluga.
But these are not all legends; another claims that the river began to be called the Vetluga due to the fact that, overflowing, it flooded the meadows, which did not dry out for a long time and could not sow anything on them. Vetluga came from the Mari “Vietno”, “Vutla”, which means “full-flowing”. Subsequently, for this unceremonious handling of the land in the spring, the river got its name.

Vishera

The Vishera is a left tributary of the Kama in the Perm region of the Russian Federation. According to one of the scientists involved in the study of the etymology of geographical names, M. Fasmer, the interesting name of this river was probably formed by softening from the old Russian "Vehra". However, this fact has as many grounds as the others, so we cannot assert it as the only true one.
So, for example, the old Russian word “vit” means “marsh grass”, and “shora” means a stream. It is assumed that Vishera was originally formed as a small stream. Overflowing every spring, it flooded the surroundings. The water stood for a long time, some years until the middle of summer, and created marshy formations.
No real swamps formed along the banks of the river, but the long-lasting moisture contributed to the spread of rare plants which such conditions were suitable for growth and full development. Hermit grandmothers, popularly called witches, knew how to find these herbs and use them to cure many ailments.
People were afraid of witches and preferred not to communicate with them without special need, and therefore they did not go to witching places. medicinal herb, which the old women collected, grew along the banks of the river, and these places were called "a stream where marsh grass grows", or, in Old Russian - "Vitishora". With frequent repetition, the word became more euphonious - "vishera".
A small stream eventually turned into a fairly full-flowing river, the fear of sorcerers and witches is a thing of the past, but now grandmothers live on the river, who know the secret power of marsh herbs, know how to find the right blade of grass and get it during its full strength.

Vym

The Vym River flows in the north of the European part of Russia (Komi Republic) and is a right tributary of the Vychegda.
The legend tells about a girl who grew up in a good family, but was unhappy, because her heart could not love a single guy who lived in the village. She was not insensitive or evil, just because of the sins of her ancestors, the evil forces punished her with the inability to love. Her heart did not lie to any of the guys, and the years went by, and now all her friends are married, and matchmakers constantly come.
Desperate, the girl came to the river to drown herself, because life was not sweet to her. As soon as she lowered her legs into the water, raised her eyes full of tears to the sky, when she suddenly saw an old grandmother in front of her. She tells her: “I know your sadness, but I can help you, advise you. There is an old cow in your house, tie a blue scarf around its tail and bring it to the river. Then put her into the water so that the cow's udder touches the water. Bring the cow into the house, put it in the barn, feed and water it. The guy who first comes to woo you will be dear to your heart.
The girl did everything as she told her old woman, and in the evening a handsome, slender, kind guy came to her house, whom she immediately fell in love with. She married a guy and they lived happily for many years, and the Vymyu River was named after the cow.

Vychegda

The river is located in the northern regions of the European part of Russia. The Vychegda is a right tributary of the Northern Dvina.
As one of the legends tells, a long time ago in a village there lived an old man, blind from birth. No matter how much he tried to cure this disease, nothing helped him. One day he went to the bank of the river and began to cry, grieving over his illness. River waves touched his feet, and the old man decided to drown himself. As soon as he entered completely into the water, the river captured him and carried him downstream. The old man was frightened and stopped resisting the flow.
The waves carried him completely unconscious to the opposite shore, and when the old man woke up and opened his eyes, he saw a blue sky and green grass in front of him. For the first time the old man saw the white light, he was delighted, thanked the river, which helped him recover, and returned to his village. By unusual name the family of this old man was named the river Vychegda.

Vyazma

The Vyazma River flows in the Smolensk region, is the left tributary of the Dnieper.
According to legend, all this happened in those days when Vyazma was still a very small stream, and it never occurred to anyone that he needed a name. In the village near the stream lived a proud and beautiful girl.
When the time came, she fell in love with a young man to match. Only the girl's father did not like him: he was too proud. His father invented a test for him and sent him to distant lands. The young man left and disappeared, and the girl became sad. Every morning she began to go out to the stream early and talk to him. She believed that the stream would hear her, understand her, and run to her sweetheart to see where he was, and tell her everything.
So she went out one morning, and from the stream a new stream ran to the side. The girl understood that the stream had heard her and was saying something to her. Every morning she began to notice more and more new branches, and one day she realized what the stream was telling her. This letter, dear to her, was conveyed in such a way - in watermark. Only the one who loves can understand her. For others, it will be just a swamp and mud.
The girl understood the message, was delighted and ordered her father to prepare for the imminent wedding. And over time, the stream turned into a river and in memory of the letter they called it Vyazma.

Ilim

It flows along the Central Siberian Plateau and is a right tributary of the Angara River. The name of the river is explained by the peoples inhabiting it in their own way, this can be seen from the legends.
One of the legends connects the name of the river with the name beautiful girl who lived in one of the villages. All the guys were subdued by her, offered her a hand and a heart, but she did not perceive any of them as her future husband. Ilim loved only one guy, who, unfortunately, belonged to another girl, loved another. Ilim could no longer suffer and suffer from her love - and decided to drown herself in the river. Late in the evening, when everyone in the house was asleep, she came to the shore and entered the water. The river accepted her with joy, since Ilim was very beautiful, and forever left her with her, not even returning her body to her relatives. By the name of the drowned woman, the villagers called this river, with this name it has come down to our days.

Irtysh

The Irtysh flows on the territory of Kazakhstan, the left tributary of the Ob. .
An ancient legend says that it became difficult for a once nomadic Kazakh with his large family to travel around the world, and he decided to find a place for a peaceful old age. Health no longer allowed him to travel long distances. One day he came across a very beautiful river, which he immediately liked. "Let's dig the ground here and build houses!" he exclaimed. “Ir” in Kazakh means “dig”, and “tysh” means “earth”. Since then, the river has become known as the Irtysh. Soon the family of the old Kazakh began to increase, large settlements appeared. Now Kazakhs live in these places and glorify their river in every possible way.

Ket

Ket - pretty big river, flowing in Western Siberia, the right tributary of the Ob. It is quite possible that Ket got its name because of the Kets, the people who lived nearby.
There is such a legend among the Kets. A long time ago, in those old ancient times that no one remembers anymore, the Kets fought for their territory with a certain wild and unrestrained tribe, which did not even have a name. The savages annoyed with their attacks not only the Kets, but also many other tribes living in those days in the neighborhood. However, only the Kets fought not for life, but for death with the wild people, while the rest retreated and went farther and farther from these places. And the tribe of savages was gloomy and cruel, it spared nothing and no one.
The fight was extraordinarily fierce. Fewer and fewer kets returned from the battles. But on one, perhaps not very beautiful autumn day, a new battle took place, even more bloody than any previous one. People fought until late in the evening.
When it got dark, one young leader of a small detachment named Ketil made his way with the detachment behind enemy lines and beckoned them to follow him. They could not tolerate such insolence, and most of the savages succumbed to this trick and followed him.
By thin ice Ketil with his detachment led the enemies to the middle of the river. When they came to their senses, it was already too late: young, thin ice crackled all around ... The brave Ketil also died with his detachment, but his memory is still kept in the legend and in the name of the river.
At present, the Ket River is famous for its abundance of a wide variety of fish species, therefore, fishing is widely developed there, which is of national importance. In addition, the nature of the Ket River is very beautiful, although the climate of this region is harsh and unpredictable.

Kuban

Probably, many people know the fact that the Kuban River flows into the Sea of ​​​​Azov and flows through the Krasnodar Territory. On the banks of this river stands the city of Krasnodar.
According to legend, the people who came to this territory endured many hardships due to the difficult transition through a large space. He left the settlement destroyed by the enemies and left in the hope of finding the best place. During the transition, people met only small streams, so many died of thirst. When the refugees saw the river, which seemed to them simply huge, it was decided to stay and build housing on its banks. And since there were a lot of fish in the waters of this river, starvation did not threaten them either.
Once gathered, the elders of the tribe began to discuss what name to give to this river, which became their salvation, a symbol of life. After long discussions, they named it Kuban, which in old Russian means "big river".

Kuma

The river flows through the area North Caucasus.
The legend tells about the ruler of the Caucasian principality Abdul-Amar al Sakhid. One day, accompanied by his retinue, he went to visit a neighboring principality for the wedding of his brother. The subjects of the prince loaded several oxen with gifts for the newlyweds - and the caravan set off. The path was not short, lay through high mountain passes covered with snow, along narrow mountain paths, through crevices in the rocks.
After a few days of travel, people and animals are tired of the sizzling heat and the mercilessly scorching sun. The road seemed endless. Everyone dreamed only of a halt near at least a small source of water. And when at last water flashed in the distance, the prince could not restrain his delight and shouted: “Kum, Kum!”, which meant: “Water, water!” or “River, river!”, because “kur” or “godfather” is translated into Russian as “water”, “river”. The travelers quenched their thirst with cool, life-giving moisture and continued on their way with renewed vigor.
The prince ordered the river to be called that. Since then, this simple but accurate name has been assigned to her - Kuma.

Laba

The Laba River flows in the North Caucasus and is a left tributary of the Kuban. The exact origin of this name is unknown.
There is a legend among the people that the name of the Laba River comes from female name Love or Love. There are legends that a girl with this name drowned herself in this river because of the betrayal of her lover.

Lobva

This river with interesting name one of the three most famous rivers of the Trans-Urals: Sosva, Lozva and Lobva. These rivers, like many others, have an ending - va, which means "river" in the Komi language. Rivers with names on - va form an area that is quite large in area, but has clear boundaries due to the modern or former residence of the Komi people.
The first part of the name - "forehead", which means "fish", is associated with a folk legend.
In ancient times, when the river did not yet have a name, a rich merchant with his large retinue sailed along it. stood good weather, the bright sun was shining, the water was so transparent that in some places the bottom was visible. The merchant stood and looked at the water surface as if spellbound.
It's time for lunch. Lot delicious meals the cook prepared for him, but the merchant wanted fresh fish. And although they carried a lot of fish on the boat, the capricious and wayward merchant wanted fish from this particular river. And he ordered to catch it for him for dinner. But no matter how hard the servants tried, no matter how many times they cast the net, nothing came out of them. The merchant got angry, stamped his feet, waved his hands and ordered his servants to catch fish at all costs.
There was nothing to do, the peasants began to think about how they could catch at least a little fish in this river. And finally, they decided to go to the trick. The bravest and most dexterous man made his way to the fish stocks and began to throw the fish overboard. Since it was transported in barrels of water, it was alive. And as soon as the fish got into the river water, they immediately tried to swim away, but the agile men did not doze off and began to catch it with a net. They called the merchant so that he could watch the fishing with his own eyes.
The merchant was satisfied and generously rewarded the savvy fishermen. Since then, this river has become full of fish, because some nimble fish nevertheless swam away and, after a while, bred. And now the people of the Urals remember with a kind word the tyrant merchant who, without knowing it, bred fish in the river.

Nepryadva

This is a very small river. A lot of legends are associated with this river, which are sometimes mystical in nature.
Since ancient times, in all the villages located on this river, there were no good spinners, so the inhabitants of the areas adjacent to this river never got good products for sale. They attributed this to the fact that at night the devil comes out of the river and launches semi-finished products or enchants them. The indigenous people who live along the entire length of this river have long adapted to spin all the products in one day and immediately take them away from the village so that the devil does not prevent them from finishing their work.
Many more mysterious legends are connected with the Nepryadva River, which explain such a reluctance of local craftswomen to spin yarn. They say that a young girl who fell in love with a guy who married another wanted to drown herself in this river for a very long time. The girl could not endure such grief and came to the shore, rushed into the abyss of water, but the river did not take her, threw her ashore along with the waves. When the girl woke up, she saw a tangled ball of yarn before her eyes, brought it home, began to unravel, and fell asleep. And in a dream she saw a vision, as if impure forces were cursing her for such a thoughtless act and punished by the fact that neither her children, nor her grandchildren, nor her great-grandchildren could ever spin anything, all their yarn would turn into such a lump as the girl found . In general, people who were able to confuse the head of any traveler who came to these places have lived in the villages on this river since ancient times. In their stories, it is impossible to separate truth from lies, and therefore in these places travelers often wandered for a long time in search of the right path.

The Ob is a huge river, one of the largest in the world. It flows through Siberia.
There is a legend. There once lived on earth a girl of indescribable beauty and her name was Ob. She was so beautiful that anyone who ever saw her was blinded by her beauty. And fell in love with the Ob giant Tolka. But the gods were angry with her and turned Tolka into rocks for this. Then the Ob grieved and rushed to the ground from grief, from which it turned into a great river, whose water is the tears of the Ob, and it flows between the rocks, which are the essence of Tolka, in order to gently wash him and be always next to him.
And to this day, the Ob is majestic and beautiful and so powerful that it still generously distributes its gifts to people.

Pechora

Pechora is a river in the northeast of the European part of the Russian Federation. The river is large, begins in the Northern Urals, and flows into the Pechora Bay of the Barents Sea.
There is also a legend about the origin of the name of the river. Somehow, the Novgorod ushkuins were sailing on their ushkuis along this river and saw a village of some tribe on the shore. They landed on the shore and asked the locals: “What is the name of this river?”. The locals did not know the Russian language and therefore thought they were asking them what tribe they belonged to. So they said: "Pechora". Since then, Novgorodians have marked on their maps a river called Pechora.
There is also an opinion: as if in ancient times whirlpools on the rivers were called "pechora", and whirlpools in some places are still quite common on the Pechora. And because of them, the river was called the Pechora, since these whirlpools present some difficulty for navigation. For this, the Novgorodians had special feeders (helmsmen), who from childhood learned to overcome the Pechory. After all, if you do not cope with the current, the plow will throw on stones or break it on the rocky shores.
Pechora is a wonderful river, it is transparent and clean, like all northern rivers, and fills everything around with life with its waters. Water in Pechora even in the strongest summer heat stays bitterly cold.

Sviyaga

Sviyaga - a river in the European part of the Russian Federation, is a right tributary of the Volga. It originates on the Volga Upland, flows almost parallel to the Volga, but in the opposite direction. It flows into the Sviyazhsky Bay of the Kuibyshev Reservoir.
There are several legends about the origin of the name Sviyaga. One of them says that once lived on its shores a tribe called "sviat". During the existence of the Volga Bulgaria, this tribe was attached to it, but refused to accept the Bulgarian faith, for which its leader, Voinme, was brought to the Supreme Khan, and he tried to convince Voinme to do so. But the threats didn't work. Then the khan, marveling at the courage of the leader, released him alive as a reward for his courage. And he ordered to call the river "Sviyazhskaya" and then ordered the tribe not to be touched.
Another legend tells that when Ivan the Terrible was sailing with his army along the river, he suddenly saw people who ran along its banks and shouted in their own language that they were accepting the citizenship of the white king. The Russian tsar, on the other hand, only made out a word, like: “sviyaga”. “What a pigeon,” he said. Since then, they began to call this river Sviyaga.

This river is quite large; it originates in the north of the Transcarpathian region of Ukraine. It carries its waters, constantly changing direction. The lower reaches are in Slovakia. A tributary of the Bodrog River (Tissa basin).
According to one of the legends, it got its name precisely because of the terrain, or rather, the sinuosity of the coast. The river basin is located in the Carpathian region. The river made its way among the foothills of the Carpathians, so its channel is rather winding, like a snake. Why wasn't it named after one of the other snakes? Yes, probably because it is already one of the most harmless and beautiful snakes, it has always attracted with its interesting coloring.
The second legend says that it has already become a prototype for the name of the river. On the banks of the river, snakes sometimes became quite numerous, they filled almost the entire area. In summer, they crawled out on a hill near the coast and basked in the sun. People not only respected these small snakes, but sometimes even bred them themselves. For their large number, for their beauty and harmlessness, people named this river after snakes.
At first it was a supper river, then it became simply called Uzh. Time passed, people became not so tolerant of these reptiles, they began to be destroyed. And nature itself did not treat them too kindly. There were fewer and fewer snakes - and in the end they practically disappeared from the river basin. Now you will no longer meet flocks of young snakes basking in the sun in a warm summer time: one or two snakes - and as soon as they see a person, they immediately crawl into the cracks.

Ural

The Ural River, which flows into the Caspian Sea, flows through almost the entire territory of Kazakhstan, in particular through the Caspian lowland.
The Ural has its own folk legend, according to which the river got its name due to its rocky banks. In the legends of the Bashkir people, there are many stories about the legendary hero Ural Batyr, who bravely defended his people from enemy raids and thus earned great respect and various honors. Several stories have been written about his exploits, and one of them tells about his death.
Somehow there was a rumor that enemy troops were coming to the Bashkir land, and Khan Ural-Batyr sent for reconnaissance. The Ural-batyr rode for a long time and one night he saw in the distance the light of a fire burning on the river bank. Getting closer, he heard about the insidious plans of the enemies. But when the batyr began to retreat, he accidentally stepped on a tree branch, which betrayed him with its crunch. Enemy soldiers, recognizing the Urals, attacked him, and no matter how he fought, their numerical superiority was evident. And then the sword of the enemy pierced the heart of the batyr, and as soon as he breathed his last breath, his body turned into stone. This stone was named after the batyr, and since the stone was on the banks of the river, people called the river the Urals.

The Us River flows in the south of Central Siberia, in the mountains, and is one of the largest right tributaries of the Yenisei.
Among the small population of the coast of the river Us there is a story that the river got its name thanks to one interesting case. A group of researchers traveled along the Siberian rivers, they observed nature, gave names to those concepts that had previously been nameless.
And so, having reached this river, they decided to fish in one quiet backwater. The catch was excellent, the catfish were of such a large size that even avid, experienced fishermen were amazed. And right during the fishing, the researchers began to discuss what name can be given to this river. At first they wanted to call her Somovka, but then they considered that for such beautiful river it's too simple and banal. And suddenly one of the fishermen pulled out a catfish, which delighted everyone. It was noteworthy that, firstly, it was huge, and secondly, this fish had one mustache very short and the other very, very long. Everyone looked at this miracle and unanimously decided that the name Us would be the most appropriate for this river and very original.
The Us River is interesting and attractive for its picturesqueness - numerous rapids, steep right bank, rocky slopes. Along the coast there are mountains covered with taiga; and here there are mountain lakes with transparent blue water. The water in the river Us is very clean and cold, it is home to numerous species of fish.

Heta

The river flows in Eastern Siberia and is a left tributary of the Khatanga River.
One of these ancient legends says that once there was a small village on the banks of this river. In one of the families a girl was born, smart and hardworking, and her name was Heta. Soon she grew up and became a real beauty: stately, slender, a braid to the waist, eyes clear and bottomless like lakes, it was a pleasure to admire her. Many young men courted the beautiful Heta; one, the bravest and kindest - Samura - she fell in love with.
But the lovers were not destined to be together, immediately after the wedding, Samur went to war, where, according to rumors, soon, according to rumors, he laid down his head. Upon learning that her faithful husband had been killed, Heta could not bear the grief. She wanted to be with him in another world, ran to the steep bank of the river and threw herself down. But after some time, Samur returned to the village from the war; as it turned out, he did not die. Upon learning of the death of his Heta, he came to the river bank every day and talked with his beloved. People, seeing the suffering of Samur, decided to name the river after his wife.

Chara

This river flows in Eastern Siberia and is a left tributary of the Olekma River.
According to one of the legends, this river owes its name to the wondrous nature surrounding it. It is especially beautiful here at the end of summer. The splashing of water, the sound of reeds, the singing of birds create the feeling that you are in a fairy tale, nature simply enchants. This is how the legend tells. When one of the northern princes once passed by this place, whose name, unfortunately, is not known, he could not restrain his admiration, saying: “Charming! How charming it is here!
Accompanying the prince on this trip, the natives remembered the beginning of the unknown to them, but the beautiful word “charming”, namely “charming”. So they later began to call the river itself. Over time, the name Ochara was simplified to Chara.
Another legend about the origin of the name of this river says: The river was named Charoy because the place where it originates (source) resembled a cup in shape - a small vessel intended for drinking. However, now the river is not called Charka, but simply Chara; most likely, this is due to the fact that over time the need for the suffix - k- has disappeared, it simply lost its meaning - and the name Charka was transformed into Chara.
According to another legend, in ancient times, the Chara River was characterized by lack of fish and the absence of any vegetation (both at the bottom of the river and on its banks). The view of the river made an extremely depressing impression, and therefore the locals considered it enchanted, that is, a spell was cast on it. It was said that once upon a time an old sorcerer was drowned here, through whose fault many people died an incomprehensible and terrible death. But the magical forces, leaving the body of the drowned man, "dissolved" in the waters of the river and "poisoned" it. Only time saved Chara from the curse and purified her waters, and the man dressed the shores with gardens and groves.
Chara is rich in fish. Silver perch, bream, carp are found here.

Sheshma

The river flows through the territory of the Russian Federation, its length is 435 km. The sources are located in the Klyavlinsky district near the village of Stary Maklaush.
Reliable information about the origin of the name of the river has not been preserved, only a few legends have survived to this day that tell about this fact.
According to one of the legends, the history of the name of this river goes back to ancient times. And it is quite remarkable and interesting. An ancient legend tells that once, back in the 10th-11th centuries, the Tatar Khan Tunguss lived in the lands of the Trans-Volga region. And then one day this khan decided to expand his possessions, capturing the neighboring lands. He began to gather for a military campaign, convened a large army, selected the brave and hardy warriors and equipped the best horses. The army set out on a campaign.
And after a few days of a hard journey, when the soldiers were already tired and exhausted, the water surface suddenly flashed in the distance. They rode closer, and a small shallow river overgrown with reeds opened up to their eyes, but the water in it was so transparent that one could watch the fry of fish darting back and forth and see the pebbles covering the bottom.
The legend describes that the water in this river could be compared in purity as well as in its healing properties with spring water. Khan Tunguss, as soon as he drank this water, immediately exclaimed “Sheshma, Sheshma!” So they called the river Sheshma, which in translation from Turkic means "spring".
According to another legend, the river was called Sheshma, that is, "key", "spring", because its size was so small that it looked more like a spring than a full-flowing river.
At present, the Sheshma is a fairly full-flowing and deep river, in some places its depth reaches 4–6 m. There are several dozen species of inhabitants in the Sheshma River, including crayfish, bream, silver perch, carp.

Yula is a small river flowing in the Moscow region. The inhabitants of small ancient villages located on the banks of the river keep and pass on to their descendants the legend of the emergence of such a beautiful name.
In ancient times, when Russia was overcome by internecine wars, in one village almost the entire male population was killed and all the cattle were killed. Miraculously, the surviving men gathered children and women, took some provisions so that they would not die of hunger along the way, and set off in search of a calm and well-fed life. They walked long and hard. The bare earth served them both as a table and a bed. Soon they saw huge endless forests stretching for many, many kilometers.
They decided to go into the forest and collect mushrooms and berries. While collecting provisions, they accidentally discovered that a river was flowing among the trees. People were very happy and decided to build a settlement on this shore. Men cut wood and built solid wooden huts, women gathered mushrooms, berries and medicinal herbs and cooked food, and the kids played and frolicked - fortunately, there were a lot of birds, squirrels and other living creatures in the forest.
So they lived for many years and everyone argued about how they should name the river, which had become so dear to them. One day, the children picked up some kind of bird, which was wounded by some predator, and brought it to the village. She was extraordinarily beautiful, with a small tuft on her head. One woman said that it was a yula forest lark. The children began to take care of the bird, and soon she was already singing her sonorous song: “Yuli-Yuli-Yuli”.
The bird became a universal favorite, she was groomed and cherished. And somehow the children decided to let her fly. Yula flew for a long time, chirping her song, until she finally got tired and landed on the river bank to drink cold water. But the bird was still weak, and, unable to stay on the branch, fell into the water and drowned. The inhabitants of the village were very sad for the bird and therefore decided to name the river after it, which swallowed the lark forever.
On both banks of the Yula, forests grow, and the most diverse ones. You can meet coniferous forests, pine forests, and birch groves with equal success.

Keta

This is a rather large and elongated lake, its length is 96 km, located in the Krasnoyarsk Territory between two other lakes, which are called Lama and Khantayskoye, not far from the Yenisei River.
Among the inhabitants of this region there is a legend about an old man who lived on this lake. The old man lived a very long time; at the end of his life, he was seized by an unknown illness. Every day more and more strength was taken away from the old man, he weakened in front of the compassionate old woman, with whom he had lived all his life.
Out of grief, the old woman went to the lake and wanted to drown herself so as not to see the torments of her beloved husband. But suddenly she saw a fish jumping ashore, which said to her in a human voice: “I give my life for your happiness!”. The old woman picked up the fish and carried it to her house. She cooked it and gave it to the old grandfather so that he could taste it. The old man ate all the fish, he liked it to his taste. And in the morning the old man got up from his bed cheerful and healthy. A mysterious fish saved his life.
Now this fish no longer lives in Lake Keta, but it is in abundance during spawning in the Rybnaya River, which flows from this lake.

Sea of ​​Okhotsk

The Amur River flows into the Sea of ​​Okhotsk. For nine months, the sea surface is hidden under ice. But despite this, the sea remains the breadwinner of many villages located on its shores.
The sea got its name thanks to the people living on its shores - Lamuts, who currently have a different name - Evens. According to historical legend, it happened in the following way.
Somehow, people came from a distant country, engaged in catching birds and hunting fur-bearing animals, to the banks of a river that flows into the sea. There was so much game on the river banks that the newcomers considered this place a paradise on earth and decided to settle here. It took a long time to build, but when the construction was completed and it was time to give the settlement a name, everyone realized that there were some difficulties with this.
Once, hunting, the aliens came to the village of the Lamuts, who lived on the banks of a small river, and asked what was the name of the river flowing near their houses. And they heard in response: “Okat”, only for some reason it seemed to them that the Lamut uttered the word “ohat”.
Returning to their place, they talked about that river - and unanimously it was decided to name the settlement "Hunting", and since there was a sea nearby, the name of which was unknown to them, they began to call it the Sea of ​​​​Okhotsk.
But there is such a story among the people, a bit similar to the historical one. On the banks of the river rich in game, a group of hunters appeared, who in a short time were able to get a sufficient number of animals and birds. And not a day passed that the hunters did not admire this ideal place where every person can feed himself.
Returning to their village, they told about the place found on the seashore. After a few months, this village was raided by a group of bandits and took away everything edible. And, in order not to die of hunger, everyone decided to go to the seashore. Arriving at the place, the men went hunting and returned with game. And the sea, on the shores of which they settled, was called the Sea of ​​Okhotsk, implying the richness and generosity of nature.
At present, on the shores of the Sea of ​​Okhotsk there are several large ports that supply seafood and various other goods to many cities of Russia, to points of near and far abroad.

Lake Pleshcheyevo

Lake Pleshcheevo, also called Pereslavl, is located in the Yaroslavl region. The lake is quite large and deep, the ancient Russian city of Pereslavl-Zalessky (before the 15th century Pereyaslavl-Zalessky) stands on it, the Trubezh River flows into the lake.
There is a legend, it is akin to the legend of the monster from the Scottish lake Loch Ness, the famous Nessie. As if they notice from time to time how a mysterious giant appears on its surface, like a mythical sea serpent, the people called him Pleshchey. So the lake in which the monster lives was called Pleshcheyevo, that is, Lake Pleshcheya.
Another version of the origin of the name is that a gang of robbers once hunted in the vicinity of the lake, which was wooded at that time, and their chieftain was called Pleshchey. He instilled such fear in the locals that they were afraid to go to the lake. And the lake itself began to be called Pleshcheev.

topozero

Topozero is a lake in the north of Karelia, it is located in the basin of the Kovda River. The lake is quite large and deep, its depth reaches 56 m. With the creation of the Kuma hydroelectric power station, it became part of the Kuma reservoir.
The legend says that Topozero arose because Svarog stamped his foot in this place. And when the place of his footprint was filled with water, a huge lake was formed. And it was at a time when Svarog created the world. As you know, Svarog is one of the supreme deities of the Slavic pantheon and, probably, this legend is of Slavic origin - various Slavic tribes have lived in these places since ancient times.
Topozero is full of charm, like all our northern Russian lakes and rivers - it is majestic, severe and calm.

Hassan

Lake Khasan is located in the south of Primorsky Krai near Posyet Bay, connected to the Sea of ​​Japan.
The legend of the origin of the name of the lake says that after the defeat during the battle on Far East the army of Khan Hassan Nurul was returning home. And in order not to become the prey of free marauders, wounded warriors made their way through desert places. Despite the wound, Hassan Nurul led his people to the saving goal. Tired and hungry, they moved slowly. One night, the army came to the lake, the existence of which they did not even suspect, and made a halt. The night was cold, and Hassan's wounds became inflamed, and since there was no doctor among the soldiers, after much torment, Khan Hasan Nurul died. The next morning, the warriors dug out a grave and buried their leader on the shore of the lake. And in honor of the deceased, they named this lake - Khasan. So this legend was passed down from generation to generation until it reached our times.
Now this lake is not only historical monument but also a place of recreation and tourism.

Traditions about the origin of plant names

A girl lived in the world and she had a favorite - Roman, who made gifts for her with his own hands, turned every day of the girl's life into a holiday! Once Roman went to bed - and he dreamed of a simple flower - a yellow core and white rays diverging to the sides from the core. When he woke up, he saw a flower next to him and gave it to his girlfriend. And the girl wanted all people to have such a flower. Then Roman went in search of this flower and found it in the country of Eternal Dreams, but the king of this country did not give the flower just like that. The ruler told Roman that the people would get a whole field of chamomile if the young man stayed in his country. The girl waited for her beloved for a very long time, but one morning she woke up and saw a huge white-yellow field outside the window. Then the girl realized that her Roman would never return and named the flower in honor of her beloved - Chamomile! Now the girls are guessing on a camomile - "Loves - does not love!"

• What did E. Schwartz mean by lost time? How do you understand the title of the story? Write it down.

Do not waste time even in action, so as not to turn into old people long before old age, cherish every minute. Only in a fairy tale you can return the lost time - turn the arrows back, do not hope for a chance and for later, but study, work now.

• Discuss with a friend the meaning of proverbs and sayings.

Every vegetable has its time . Everything has its time. It is used when someone unnecessarily rushes things or is late in solving any cases.

Money is gone - you will make money, time is gone - you will not return . Money can be earned, material things can be acquired, and the time that has passed is irretrievable.

The hour is not dear to those that are long, but to those that are short . Time is valuable not because it lasts a long time, but because it passes quickly.

Order saves time . When everything is in its place, there is no need to waste time searching for the right one.

Don't put off until tomorrow what you can do today . It is said as advice to overcome laziness, unwillingness to do something, and do the work now (because it is not known whether you can do it later).

• Think of a text that would end with a proverb or saying you like.

Kolya scattered things and simply never put anything back in its place. On the eve of March 8, he could not find the postcard he made for his beloved mother. He looked for her all morning and was late for school. Returning home from class, Kolya continued his search and did not have time to homework. He spent the whole evening making a new postcard and did not go to the skating rink with the guys. Going to bed, he opened his favorite book and ... Miracle! The postcard was in the book. “Yes,” he thought, “Order saves time.”

• What text did you write: narrative, reasoning, description? Justify your answer.

This is a narrative text. This is a text that tells about events, actions that occur one after another. You can ask him questions what's happened? what happened?

• What did The Tale of Lost Time teach you? What conclusions did you draw? Write a review of the work, use words and expressions:
  value time, help others, do not waste, good deeds.

The Tale of Lost Time is about a 3rd grade student. Petya Zubov left everything for later and did not have time to do anything. One day he came to school and found out that he had turned into a gray-haired old man. The evil wizards stole his time. Overhearing their conversation, Petya learned how to get back the lost time. Reading a fairy tale, you understand that wasting precious time just like that is like losing your own life!

An old man lived with an old woman, and they only had an estate that was one boar. The hog went into the forest to eat acorns, and a wolf comes towards him.

- In the forest, there are acorns.
- Take me with you.
- I would take, - he says, - you with me, but there is a hole deep, wide, you will not jump over.
- Nothing, - he says, - I'll jump over.
Here we go; walked, walked through the forest and came to this pit.
- Well, - says the wolf, - jump.
Borov jumped - jumped. The wolf jumped and straight into the pit. Well, then the boar ate acorns and went home.
The next day the boar goes into the forest again. A bear is facing him.
- Borov, boar, where are you going?
- In the forest, there are acorns.
- Take, - says the bear, - me with you.
- I would take it, but there the pit is deep, wide, you can't jump over it.
I suppose, - he says, I will jump over
Come to this hole. Borov jumped - jumped over; the bear jumped and landed right in the hole. Borov ate acorns and went home.
On the third day, the boar again went into the forest to eat acorns and towards him a slanting hare.
- Hello hog!
- Hello oblique hare!
- Where are you going?
- There are acorns in the forest.
- Take me with you.
No, oblique, there is a hole wide, deep, you will not jump over.
- I won’t jump over, how not to jump over!
Went and came to the pit. Borov jumped jumped over. The hare jumped into the pit Well, the boar ate acorns and went home.
On the fourth day the hog goes to the forest to eat acorns. A fox met him: he also asks to take her hog with him.
No, - says the boar, - there is a deep pit, wide, you can't jump over it!
And-and, says the fox, - I'll jump over!
Well, and she fell into a hole
So there were four of them in the pit, and they began to grieve how they could get food.
Fox and says:
- Let's pull the voice; whoever does not pull him in, we will eat.
So they began to draw a voice, but one hare lagged behind and the fox pulled everyone over. They took a hare, tore it apart and ate it. They got hungry and again began to persuade the voice to pull, who would fall behind to eat.
If, - says the fox, - I lag behind, then there is me, anyway!
Started pulling; only the wolf lagged behind, could not raise his voice. The fox and the bear took it, tore it up and ate it.
Only the fox fooled the bear: she gave him some meat, I hid the rest from him and eats it slowly. Here the bear begins to starve again and says;
- Kuma, kuma, where do you get your food?
- What are you, godfather! You just put your paw in your ribs, hook on the rib - and you will know how it is.
The bear did just that, caught his paw on the rib, and died. The fox was left alone and after that the fox began to starve.
Above this pit stood a tree, on this tree a thrush forked a nest. The fox sat in the pit and kept looking at the thrush and said to him:
- Drozd what are you doing?
- Nest view
- What are you doing for?
- I'll take the kids out
- Drozd, feed me, if you don't feed me, I'll eat your children.
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn for how to feed the fox. He flew to the village and brought her a chicken. The fox removed the chicken and says again:
- Drozd, did you feed me?
- fed
- Well, get me drunk.
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn, how to drink a fox. He flew to the village and brought her water. The fox got drunk and said:
- Drozd, did you feed me?
- fed
- Did you get me drunk?
- got drunk
- Pull me out of the hole
A thrush to grieve, a thrush to yearn, like taking out a fox. So he began to throw sticks into the pit and swept them so that the fox climbed free along these sticks and lay down near the very tree and stretched out.
“Well,” he says, “did you feed me a thrush?”
- fed
- Did you get me drunk?
- got drunk
Did you pull me out of the hole?
- pulled out
- Well, make me laugh now
Thrush grieve, thrush yearn, how to make a fox laugh.
“I,” he says, “I will fly, and you, fox, follow me.”
That's good - the blackbird flew into the village and sat on the gate to a rich peasant, and the fox lay down under the gate. The thrush started screaming.
- Grandma bring me a piece of fat! Grandma bring me a piece of lard!
Dogs jumped out and tore the fox apart ...

Tale of the plant of your land: plantain

Long ago, there lived a forester with a little daughter. They lived together, never got bored. But one spring, trouble came to their house. At that time, the forester had a lot of work. From morning until late evening he disappeared in the forest. Spring warmth is deceptive. The sun will warm - it's hot, and if you undress - then it's cold and you'll get it.
The forester caught a cold and fell ill in earnest. In the heat, he rushes about, coughs. The little daughter lost her feet, caring for her father, but the disease does not let go, and there is no one to ask for advice. It takes three days to walk to the nearest village, but you won’t get through the spring abyss even in a week. The girl sat down on the porch and became sad. And a raven was sitting on the wattle fence. He looked at her and asked:
- Why are you crying?

The girl told him about her grief, the raven thought and said:
- good man need to help. There is a cure for your father. In the very thicket of the dense forest lives an old woman of centuries. She has a well with water - not simple, healing. It's just not easy to get to. Cunning old woman, skillfully confuses the paths.

It is scary to go into the thicket, but there is nothing to do. The forester's daughter went for healing water. She reached a fork: one path was straight, clean, and the other was overgrown with weeds and thorns. Thought, thought the girl and chose the path, which is worse. If the age-old woman hides her house, then it is unlikely that a straight path will lead to it. How long, how short, the little traveler walked, tore her hands on thorns, knocked her legs on snags, but still she reached the hut. She knocked on the door, the witch looked out: a morel face, a hooked nose. The girl bowed to her.

Hello grandma. I came to you with a request. They say you have a well with healing water. Can you give me some for my father?

“What a smart girl, she found a hut, didn’t get lost in the forest, hurt her arms and legs, and doesn’t complain,” the witch was surprised and says:
- You can give some water, but first serve the service. Clean up the hut, spin the wool and cook dinner.
The girl is small in stature, but she is accustomed to work. Everything is in her hands. In an instant, she cleaned the house, set the dough, and while the dough was coming up, she strained the wool. The age-old woman looked at how deftly the guest managed the household, and decided to leave her at home. Meanwhile, the girl has finished her work and asks:
- Will you give me healing water now?

The witch would be glad to refuse, but she cannot: if a person has completed three tasks, his request must be fulfilled, otherwise the witchcraft will go away and the water will turn from magic to simple.
- So be it, take it, - replies the century. - Only, chur, an agreement. If you come to me another time for water, then, do not blame me, you will stay with me.
And she herself holds out a jug to the girl. It looks good, strong, but it has an inconspicuous crack in the bottom.
The girl was delighted, thanked the old woman, filled the jug and ran home. He runs as fast as he can and does not see that water is dripping from the jug drop by drop. She caught herself when the jug was half empty.

"It can be seen that she spilled it on the road," the girl was upset. Slowed down. Carefully carry the burden, and the water is decreasing. Until I got to the edge, where their hut stands, - and the bottom became visible. Only then did the girl notice that the jug was thin. The poor thing cried with burning tears, sank to the ground without strength and saw: where the last drop fell, grass grew with round, shiny, dark green leaves. I looked around, and this grass rose along the entire path.

"Maybe the power of living water passed to them?" - thought the girl. She tore off a piece of paper, put it on her wounded hand, and the pain went away.
The girl was delighted that she did not need to return to the witch. She began to give her father a decoction of medicinal leaves to drink. The forester got better. They still lived on. And since then, this herb has been treating coughs and healing wounds. It always grows along paths and paths. So her name is - plantain.