Legends of snow and winter. The myth of the “giant winter. Myths and legends about snow

The Legend of Winter It was so long ago. At a time when the earth was illuminated by a clear cloudless sun. And the rain only occasionally lowered its cold twilight. Love and peace reigned on earth. At that time, a beautiful prince named Snow lived on earth. His eyes were the color of heaven, and the prince's silver hair fell to his shoulders. His castle was made of light. And in the garden grew roses, tender as the touch of the wind. One day, the young prince went to the forest to admire the morning dawn. He crouched under a tree and closed his eyes, listening to the birdsong. Suddenly, a beautiful song interrupted his peace. The voice sounded like a thousand bells merging into one magical sound. The prince got up and went to the voice. The song got louder and louder. Finally he came to a clearing strewn with flowers. In the middle sat a girl with cloud-colored hair. Snow approached her. Embarrassed, the girl stopped singing. She lowered her bright blue eyes, and her white cheeks were covered with a slight blush. The prince sat down next to her and said: - You have a magical voice. Please sing some more. But instead of answering, the girl only smiled embarrassedly, slightly exposing two rows of snow-white teeth. - Please, tell me, what is your name? - Winter. The girl answered softly, looking into his eyes. The prince looked at her beautiful face, illuminated by the sun, and understood that he was falling in love with this fragile girl. Into her voice. In her deep blue eyes. Zima lived in the village with her family. Her village was close to the castle. She loved to come to this clearing and pick white roses. Her delicate features themselves were like a morning rose. They talked and talked, not noticing how time flies. The sun has almost set. Winter suddenly remembered that it was time for her to go home. She said goodbye to the prince and at the same moment disappeared into the forest covered with twilight. And the prince did not even dare to move until the corner of Winter's sky-blue dress disappeared behind the trees. He did not want to go home, and he decided to stay in the clearing. Looking up at the darkened sky, where the first stars had already appeared. He looked at them and remembered the radiance of the girl's eyes. The prince decided that in the morning he would go to Winter's village and find it at any cost. He returned to the castle late at night. And only the moon was his companion. The next morning, waking up, Snow found his first minister beside him. - Alexy, what are you doing here? - You didn't arrive for dinner yesterday, I decided to go check on you and brought you breakfast. - The minister replied, pointing to the tray on the table. - To hell with breakfast! Alexy, I'm getting married! Today I will go to the village, find Zima and propose to her! Alexis turned pale. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. He walked over to the tray and poured the white powder into the cup of tea. -Well. Then you should refresh yourself. Drink this tea, it will give you strength in your search. - Thank you, Alexy. The prince thanked him and took a long sip. The hot liquid burned his throat. The snow nearly dropped the cup, but the minister arrived just in time. In anticipation of something, Alexy stood and looked at the prince, clutching a cup in his hands. His expectations were rewarded. After a few moments, the prince's head rested on the pillow, and he fell into a sound sleep. “Sleep well, Your Highness. You will never see your bride again. - With these words, Alexy smiled maliciously and left the room. Some time passed, the prince finally woke up. He had a terrible headache. But, remembering his decision, he got up, dressed and ordered to bring his horse. Alexis was nowhere to be seen. The prince decided not to look for him and went in search of Winter. Arriving in the girl's native village, he began to ask about her. But people just shook their heads. But suddenly a little boy came up to the prince and said quietly: - A few hours ago, an evil man came to our village. He took Zima with him. And he also said that if anyone asks about her, then we should answer that we do not know who she is. They jumped towards the cliff. - Aren't you afraid? Snow asked. The boy did not have time to answer. His mother came running. She tried to explain something to the prince, but he did not listen to her and galloped in the indicated direction. Having driven to the cliff, he saw the lifeless body of Winter. Alexy stood over her with a bloody knife in his hands. The snow, having descended from the horse, approached the body of Winter. She was dead. The prince's eyes filled with hatred. Unable to contain himself any longer, he rushed at Alexis. But Alexy extended his hand with a knife, and the cold steel pierced into the hot flesh of the prince. "Now I'll be king!" Alexy laughed. His laughter made every cell in Snow's body tense. But he couldn't do anything. He only felt himself losing consciousness from the uncontrollable pain. Meanwhile, Alexis took a step back in a fit of hysterical laughter. It was the last step in his life. Directly below him was the abyss. Feeling that he was losing his balance, he dropped the knife and tried to grab onto the roots of the trees. But unsuccessfully. Another moment and he was gone. The prince only had the strength to bend over to Zima and kiss her for the first and last time. And in a second he lay dead next to her and squeezed her cold hand. The next morning, the bodies of the lovers turned into white dust. In memory of their tragic death, people called this season winter, and white dust - snow. Until now, when it snows, people's hearts are filled with joy and, looking at this fairy tale, they remember their loved ones.

December. Autumn fairies are already finishing their seasonal work: collecting dry fallen leaves, driving wild animals into hibernation, sending birds to the south. It's getting cold, but the long-awaited snow has not yet gone. Many autumn and spring fairies think that the fairies of winter are constantly resting and always late with the season. But it's not so easy, if it doesn't snow, it doesn't mean that the winter fairies are idle, in fact, winter is the most difficult season. Ask why? Yes, because cutting snowflakes is a very long and painstaking work. Thin graceful hands and keen eyesight are needed to distinguish a real diamond from a fake with the naked eye - it is winter fairies who have such a gift.

December. Autumn fairies are already finishing their seasonal work: collecting dry fallen leaves, driving wild animals into hibernation, sending birds to the south. It's getting cold, but the long-awaited snow has not yet gone. Many autumn and spring fairies think that the fairies of winter are constantly resting and always late with the season. But it's not that easy, if it doesn't snow, it doesn't mean that the winter fairies are idle, in fact, winter is the most difficult season. Ask why? Yes, because cutting snowflakes is a very long and painstaking work. You need thin graceful hands and sharp eyesight to distinguish a real diamond from a fake with the naked eye - it is winter fairies who have such a gift.

This time in Princess Aurora's winter kingdom, the snow was a little late, all the fairies were working hard, even at night. The kingdom was very high above the ground, on the main roof of the palace stood an incomparable, blue-shiny crystal of cold. It provided the inhabitants with a low temperature, because the transparent glass wings of winter fairies die from the sun's rays.
And finally, the long-awaited last day came when the fairies of winter finished carving snowflakes from ice. Now they could sleep. But Princess Aurora was alarmed by something, she foresaw something bad.
Meanwhile, back on Earth, the gnomes were getting ready for winter: dressing mushroom houses with red satin ribbons, pulling out their winter down jackets.
- Hey, Jenny! Do you want to go to the sea with us? Derek said slyly.
- Now it's winter, what kind of sea? Jennie was surprised.
- Ordinary sea! Fred and I came up with a plan, listen!
And he began to whisper his formidable and dangerous plan into Janey's ear.
- You're crazy, right? How are you going to do it? Jennie screamed with bulging eyes.
- Quiet you! I was joking! Derek started talking.
- Do not joke so! And then you will be caught and punished! Jennie threatened.
In fact, the secret plan was no joke at all! Derek and Fred wanted to stop the winter, thereby prolonging the summer so they could go to the sea.
Early in the morning, when the sun was still cloudy over the mountains, Derek and Fred prepared a hot air balloon to fly to the kingdom of the winter fairies. Fred was more used to camping, so he took a compass, matches, a tent, and two sleeping bags. And Derek brought in Dad's old heavy stove.
- Why do you need this clumsy stove? Fred was outraged.
- Well, we want to melt the winter fairies! Derek replied proudly.
- Right! We will melt their hearts, they will not resist us, the handsome ones.
Both started laughing.
The balloon took off. From the crystal shining from afar, the gnomes clearly knew - this is a winter kingdom! The fairies, judging by the silence, were asleep. But suddenly the ball from the low temperature began to quickly fall down. Derek darted from one corner to another, yelling, "I'm too young to die!" But the ball landed safely on the roof, clinging to the crystal angel. And Derek was the first to jump out of the basket, dragging his heavy old stove.
- According to winter legends, we need to melt that crystal! - Fred said with a smart look, pointing with his finger at the roof of the palace.
We urgently need to go there! Derek exclaimed.
While the dwarves were getting to the sparkling crystal, it began to snow, and our "sea" Fred and Derek began to freeze. Finally they reached their destination.
Putting their giant beside the crystal, the dwarves took a few steps back. Suddenly, the crystal shone brightly and began to squeak, so it melted. The fairies flew out at the sound, but their eyes filled with tears when they saw it. Their crystal wings began to melt, many fairies fainted, and the cunning gnomes gathered back at the sea. As soon as Princess Aurora found out about this, she forbade the fairies to go out and issued an order to wear jackets that hung to the floor over their shoulders. So she wanted to protect the fragile wings of her subjects.
- Princess Aurora, how do you want to deal with this? asked the Chamberlain.
“I… I… don’t know…” the princess answered in a low crying voice.
“Do you know the legend about—” the chamberlain began again.
- Shut up! I know this legend! Aurora screamed nervously and bewildered.
The legend said that if something happened to the crystal, then before sunset, if the crystal was not restored, the princess should sacrifice herself and stand in his place, because the princesses of the winter fairies consisted of the same noble shining ice as the crystal. This ice can only be found on the planet Neptune.
- Let's go to Neptune and help our princess and the winter kingdom! said one of the bravest fairies, Gabrielle.
And then there was a noise “We are with you!”
The fairies flew out of the house on a snowy owl, it was difficult for them to dodge the meteorites. But at last they landed on solid, blue earth from hoarfrost - this is Neptune.
Eira removed a layer of frost from the soil with a knife, and everyone saw sparkling crystals in the depths. The fairies set to work.
Meanwhile, the princess was very worried, because the fate of the kingdom and her life is being decided.
She walked in circles around the hall and thought what to do. Suddenly, Aurora felt her hands go cold and turn to ice.
- Help! What's wrong with my hands?
“The legend comes true…” whispered the chamberlain, closing his eyes.
Aurora went to the royal square and saw fairies flying from afar. Eira shouted: “Princess, we will save you now!” But it was too late, the ice began to envelop Princess Aurora and pierce her with cold. “I feel good already because you love me ...” - her quiet, thin voice said. From her already cold eyes fell the first and last tear, which became the legend of the entire winter kingdom.

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Fairy tale for preschoolers "The Legend of" Winter "

Purpose: The fairy tale "The Legend of Winter" is intended for home reading. The age of children is 5-7 years.
Target:
Learn to write your own story on a given topic.
Tasks:
- Develop attention, memory, thinking, imagination
- To instill an interest in fiction

Dear Colleagues! In our kindergarten, an annual contest "Write your own fairy tale" is held. Pupils of senior and preparatory groups take an active part in this competition. I would like to bring to your attention the fairy tale of my pupil Moshchenko Nazar "The Legend of Winter". The story is written from the words of a child.

Fairy tale: "The Legend of Winter"

It was a long time ago. Then, when no one heard of winter. And no one saw her. But everyone knew that high in the mountains there is a fluffy white rain that covers the ground, the trees make everything around clean, sparkling and very beautiful.

One day, people who lived far away decided to climb to the very place about which there were legends.

In the mountains it was really just unusually light and clean. Climbing up the mountain, people saw a cave, the entrance to which was decorated with large and small silvery icicles. They decided to come in. Almost at the very entrance they were met by a beautiful blond woman with blue eyes, with three equally blond young men.

It was Winter and her sons. Junior-December, middle January and senior-February.

People made friends with them and invited them to their valley.
Since then, everyone knows everything about snow, snowstorms and frost.
After all, they come to visit us every year.

Hello my dear readers!

Today I will tell you a very beautiful winter legend. A wonderful story about winter.

It was so long ago. At a time when the earth was illuminated by a clear cloudless sun. And the rain only occasionally lowered its cold twilight. Love and peace reigned on earth.

At that time, a beautiful prince named Snow lived on earth. His eyes were the color of heaven, and the prince's silver hair fell to his shoulders. His castle was made of light. And in the garden grew roses, tender as the touch of the wind.

One day, the young prince went to the forest to admire the morning dawn. He crouched under a tree and closed his eyes, listening to the birdsong. Suddenly, a beautiful song interrupted his peace. The voice sounded like a thousand bells merging into one magical sound.

Snow approached her. Embarrassed, the girl stopped singing. She lowered her bright blue eyes, and her white cheeks were covered with a slight blush. The prince sat down beside her and said:
You have a magical voice. Please sing some more.
But instead of answering, the girl only smiled embarrassedly, slightly exposing two rows of snow-white teeth.
- Please, tell me, what is your name?
- Winter. - The girl answered quietly, looking into his eyes.

The prince looked at her beautiful face, illuminated by the sun, and understood that he was falling in love with this fragile girl. Into her voice. In her deep blue eyes.

Zima lived in the village with her family. Her village was close to the castle. She loved to come to this clearing and pick white roses. Her delicate features themselves were like a morning rose.

They talked and talked, not noticing how time flies. The sun has almost set. Winter suddenly remembered that it was time for her to go home. She said goodbye to the prince and at the same moment disappeared into the forest covered with twilight.

And the prince did not even dare to move until the corner of Winter's sky-blue dress disappeared behind the trees. He did not want to go home, and he decided to stay in the clearing.
Looking up at the darkened sky, where the first stars had already appeared. He looked at them and remembered the radiance of the girl's eyes. The prince decided that in the morning he would go to Winter's village and find it at any cost. He returned to the castle late at night. And only the moon was his companion.

The next morning, waking up, Snow found his first minister beside him.
"Alexis, what are you doing here?"
“You didn’t arrive for dinner yesterday, I decided to go check on you and brought you breakfast.” The minister replied, pointing to a tray that was on the table.

- To hell with breakfast! Alexy, I'm getting married! Today I will go to the village, find Zima and propose to her!

Alexis turned pale. His eyes sparkled with a mischievous gleam. He walked over to the tray and poured the white powder into the cup of tea.
-Well. Then you should refresh yourself. Drink this tea, it will give you strength in your search.
Thanks, Alexy. - Thanked the prince and took a long sip.
The hot liquid burned his throat. The snow nearly dropped the cup, but the minister arrived just in time. In anticipation of something, Alexy stood and looked at the prince, clutching a cup in his hands. His expectations were rewarded. After a few moments, the prince's head rested on the pillow, and he fell into a sound sleep.

“Sleep well, Your Highness. You will never see your bride again. With these words, Alexy smiled maliciously and left the room.

Some time passed, the prince finally woke up. He had a terrible headache. But, remembering his decision, he got up, dressed and ordered to bring his horse. Alexis was nowhere to be seen. The prince decided not to look for him and went in search of Winter.

Arriving in the girl's native village, he began to ask about her. But people just shook their heads. But suddenly a little boy came up to the prince and said softly:
“A few hours ago, an evil man came to our village. He took Zima with him. And he also said that if anyone asks about her, then we should answer that we do not know who she is. They jumped towards the cliff.
- Aren't you afraid? - Asked Snow.
The boy did not have time to answer. His mother came running. She tried to explain something to the prince, but he did not listen to her and galloped in the indicated direction.

Having driven to the cliff, he saw the lifeless body of Winter. Alexy stood over her with a bloody knife in his hands. The snow, having descended from the horse, approached the body of Winter. She was dead. The prince's eyes filled with hatred. Unable to contain himself any longer, he rushed at Alexis. But Alexy extended his hand with a knife, and the cold steel pierced into the hot flesh of the prince.

"Now I'll be king!"
Alexy laughed. His laughter made every cell in Snow's body tense. But he couldn't do anything. He only felt himself losing consciousness from the uncontrollable pain. Meanwhile, Alexis took a step back in a fit of hysterical laughter. It was the last step in his life. Directly below him was the abyss. Feeling that he was losing his balance, he dropped the knife and tried to grab onto the roots of the trees. But unsuccessfully. Another moment and he was gone.

The prince only had the strength to bend over to Zima and kiss her for the first and last time. And in a second he lay dead next to her and squeezed her cold hand.

The next morning, the bodies of the lovers turned into white dust. In memory of their tragic death, people called this season winter, and white dust - snow. Until now, when it snows, people's hearts are filled with joy and, looking at this fairy tale, they remember their loved ones.

The only pity is that for the sake of beauty, lovers had to die ...
But ... for the sake of love, which just does not happen.
Happiness and love to you!

Name: Legend of Winter
Cover number and soundtrack: 42. Mumford & Sons – Broken Crown

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Beta: -
Genre: fantasy, romance
Rating: R
Characters: Edward/Bella
Summary: Once upon a time, when peace and abundance still reigned on Earth, when the ancient wars were over, and the wars of new days did not yet shake our world, when the human race was going through its best times, on one of these beautiful days their fierce the doom they marked in Winter. And the Earth opened up, and lava gushed, and he came - the Warming Flame.

His path was long, but he did not know fatigue. Ice floes melted under his feet, and his breath escaped into the icy air in clubs of steam. A fire boiled in his blood and he longed for reprisals, longed for the death of the one who had disturbed his serene oblivion. People appealed to him, and his duty was to protect the human people, this was his destiny, for this the Universe created him.

Each of his steps, each touch of his heavy soles on the fragile, transparent ice echoed in her heart with a booming roar. The rattle of his armor cut her sensitive hearing, which had become perfect over the years of imprisonment. Everything she worked so hard to create, he destroyed with her mere presence. His touch could melt even the most frozen corners of the earth, but that was not what he needed. She knew he was coming to kill her.

You will say that such is fate, that nature itself ordered them to be enemies, that their whole essence is in opposition, but only you don’t know the whole truth. The one that was sealed in her forever frozen heart. The one that was burned alive in his burning heart. His path was brighter - to forget, burn and rule, her path was loneliness and cold. All the years that she was in exile, only a tiny fire made her icy heart beat, and its name is love.

With every part of herself, she felt his approach. She did not know what awaited her - salvation or death, but she knew one thing: it is better to die now than to live forever, keeping memories alone. She heard his heavy sigh, felt how the blizzard she created burned his lungs. A metallic clang shook her icy realm as he drew his flaming sword from its scabbard and began to cut through the snow blocks, clearing a path. She was scared, because she had been waiting for this for so long. The ice floes scratched his skin, immediately dissolving with a loud hiss. The death of each snowflake hurt her, because they were all part of her. Glittering crystals of tears filled her eyes, she knew he could hear her breath as clearly as she could hear it. With a furious roar, he crushed the last barrier separating them - another second and the opposition of fire and ice would shake the earth.

I know why you're here, she whispered, looking into his angry eyes. “I thought you were the Light and you were the Flame.

He didn't seem to hear her. After only a moment looking at the fragile figure, as if covered with sparkling hoarfrost, he moved on, crushing everything in his path.

If I die, you die too! the girl exclaimed. Do you like being forgotten?
For many years he rested under the firmament of the earth, warming and giving shelter to mankind. It was like a dream, not like life. For many years she was looking for an opportunity to get out of her icy captivity, to envelop the whole earth in a fierce cold and snowstorm, because this was the only chance to see the one for whom her chilled heart ached. People were too cowardly to give him freedom, because he had unlimited power, and only Winter could force them to release him into the wild. Then the most powerful shamans called him - the Warming Flame, hoping that he would overcome Winter and everything would return to normal. But Winter had other plans.

Listen to me, - she pleaded, and a thin dance of snowflakes swirled in her palms, creating an invisible veil between them, making her inaccessible to his flame.

But his eyes remained empty, only hatred for the one who disturbed his sleep splashed in them.

You can do everything, you hear, you can rule this world, you don’t need to be in prison and serve people! The clang of his sword sounded very close to her head, causing her skin to burn with fire.

Hidden behind a ledge of ice, she created a new veil, mentally preparing to accept death at his hands, at the hands of the one for whom she lived.

Wait, please, just stay and listen to me.” Her voice echoed off the walls, swallowed up by the hiss of the melting water. Her fortress crumbling under the influence of his flames, she had very little time left before they both disappeared, this time for good.

They burned me out of your heart, I know, but let me tell you, because I remember…” Something in her voice made him stop. - Edward...

A bright flash of pain pierced his head, and he staggered, leaning on his sword, under which the earth was melting. As if insane, he rushed at the girl, wanting only one thing - to calm the infernal flaming wound in her chest. As soon as the tip of the sword touched the fragile body, as if thousands, billions of explosions pierced his heart along with her scream.

In the place where the hot metal pierced the delicate skin, one could see the burnt flesh, as if melting before our eyes. As if spellbound, he looked at the hole growing from his sword in her thin camp, and a previously unknown feeling overcame him. Slumping softly to the ground, the girl who could have killed him only gently touched his hand, letting the flames burn her. Pulling the tip out of her body, he tried to catch her in order to prevent the fall of the one whom he considered a sworn enemy just a second ago. Something imperceptible was changing in him, as if some hidden corners of his being were coming to life, recovering from centuries of oblivion.

Tell me, - the words themselves escaped from his mouth. – What do you remember?

He did not know what motivated him, but he felt ... for the first time he felt something.

Do you really want to know, Edward? she asked softly, not taking her hand off his, almost burning. - If you find out, you will lose peace forever.

He nodded, sure that peace had left him forever.

Many centuries ago there was no heat and cold, it was only warm, all people lived in peace and harmony. And, as it happens, the young man and the girl met and fell in love with each other, so much so that they did not need the rest of the world. But the parents were against their union - they had their own selfish plans for their children. All kinds of obstacles were built by their relatives, but the love of two young hearts was stronger than any intrigues and obstacles. They decided to run away, together, to a place where no one knows them, where they could be together and love each other. But fate decreed otherwise. Their family members found out about the plans, and they made a decision that forever broke the lives of lovers. Under the cover of night, their mothers and fathers made their way to the farthest swamp, to the witch's path, where they found the one that would help them. And that night the world split in half - one part covered everything with snow, the other burned everything in its path. Two elements, opposites, two souls in love were separated by an abyss and settled in different corners of the earth in order to never meet, and if they ever find a way to find each other, they disappeared forever at the hands of their beloved. That young man was called Edward, and the girl was ...

Bella, - he said in a barely audible voice, and large hot tears dripped from his eyes directly onto her palm, but they no longer burned her, but warmed her.

Many years have passed since then, people were no longer surprised at the change of Winter and Summer, not trying to enslave the elements, but learning to live with it. A little later, Spring and Autumn appeared. So, alternating and replacing each other, they march hand in hand to this day.