When after a busy working week it is possible to break out of the city, to dig a couple of kilometers from the train and put up a tent, lines of songs and books read come to mind. And this coin box of reason should be constantly replenished, then life will become richer.
Beautiful quotes about the forest
Probably, everyone knows the song to the poems of L. Derbenev about how a young man left for his city from his native village to see the world. He then dreamed about it at night. He recalls: "There stands a wall of green pine forest in July."
Such forests are only in the northern latitudes - Vyatka, Vologda. And the word "boron" reminds of ship pines - what a greatness! But a fuller sense of unity with nature is possible only in the campaign. Yes, not in the suburbs, but somewhere in the taiga. And if tourists took a guitar with them, they will sing at the campfire in the evening:
- "Green sea of taiga";
- "Pines sway in the darkness, like an organ, buzzing";
- "Where to find that stream from the amber pine."
That's when quotes about the pine forest very accurately express the mood.
And if children were taken to nature, there will be no end to the questions. Above - bird singing, woodpecker knocking and the sound of a nut. Below - a hedgehog rustled with leaves, a frog galloped, and a dragonfly hung right in front of its nose. How can one not recall M. M. Prishvin: "There are floors in the forest"?
So simple, using the example of a multi-storey building, we can explain to the child about the forest inhabitants. How wisely everything is arranged!
Sad time, eyes charm
So A. S Pushkin described the native nature. In fact, what colors you will not find in October! Green crowns of trees gradually turn yellow. And this yellowness is also of very different shades - from lemon to bronze. Aspen blushes, hazel too. Bunches of red mountain ash attract birds, under the oaks there are already many golden acorns - delicacies of squirrels.
When you see the riot of autumn colors, washed fields and bright white cumulus clouds in the dim, but still blue sky, quotes about nature are remembered easily and burst from the heart. Yes, Alexander Sergeevich is right: "Forests are dressed in crimson and gold."
In the sky flocks of migratory birds. I recall the song of A. Pugacheva to the verses of I. Nikolaev: "Pure birch trees, rivers and fields, from above all this is softer than crystal."
A gust of wind - and the leaves spun, dancing a Boston waltz. Nevertheless, there are some notes of sadness in this. A quote comes up from the memory of a forest in the fall: “So the leaves swirl sadly, like scraps of torn letters.” This dance reminded A. Vertinsky of unnecessary letters.
In the city
The mushroom season has passed, the train rushes along the bare fields and gardens of summer residents. Yesenin would have noted gloomily: "The fields are compressed, the groves are bare, the fields are foggy and damp."
And no matter how much the cheerful N. A. Nekrasov would object, singing “glorious autumn”, the dullest time had come. Of all the quotes about the forest, I recall only: "The golden grove was dissuaded by a birch merry tongue."
You go to work - it's dark, you come back from work - it's dark. One has to console oneself with the words: "Nature has no bad weather."
Winter fairy tale
When the trees drop their outfit from the leaves, the trunks are exposed and in the grove it becomes lighter. The first snow will fall - and breathtaking from cleanliness and freshness. In Ryazan places, where S. A. Yesenin came from, “birch chintz” will remind you of your favorite Russian tree. In winter, the snow on it is like silver. And coniferous trees delight with dense greenery. Only snow caps on spruce paws give out the cold season. "The rivers have cooled, and the earth has cooled."
But do not lose heart. Winter is a ski jogging along a sparkling coppice, it is fun skating on the even ice of a pond. The trees are covered with snow coats, the mysterious outlines fascinate. A quote about the forest in winter: “Where everything is as if in a fairy tale. Where, the fairy tale itself, a beautiful Russian wanders winter.”
The ability to notice beauty does not come by itself; it is brought up by mother's songs, grandmother's tales. After all, the beauty of native nature is inconspicuous, it can be seen with leisurely acquaintance with the classics, heard in folk songs.
