Interesting:

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Noisy leaves, covered,
The forest started the autumn howl ...
Some gray birds flock
Spinned in the wind with foliage.

And I was small, - careless joke
My confusion seemed to me:
Under hum and rustle dance
I had fun doubly.

I wanted together with the swirl noisy
Sprinkle through the forest
And every copper sheet to meet
Delighted joyfully insane!

Beautiful and sealing forest in early autumn days. Slowly circling in the air, fall and fall with birch light, weightless yellow leaves. From the tree to the tree stretched thin silvery threads with lightweight web. Late autumn flowers bloom. Transparent and clean air. Water is transparent in forest duties and streams. Every pebble at the bottom is visible. Quietly, only rustling underwhelming foliage. Sometimes it will give a tipper thin. And from this silence is still heard.

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

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Rhines the forest of the crimson
Srebrinded frost fading the field,
Will the day seem to be involved
And leaving the edge of the district mountains.
Dust, fireplace, in my desert cell;
And you, wine, autumn jelli friend
Swipe me in the chest is an Otradny hangover,
The minute forget of bitter flour.

Wind in the forest

What happened to Cleans?
Nailed with crowns.
And high oaks
As if they got up.

And the hazel itself is not my own -
Sweet thick foliage.
And a little heard
Whispering ash:
- I do not agree ...
I do not agree ...

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Autumn leaves in the wind are circling,
Autumn leaves in alarm scream:
"Everything dies, everything is dying! You are black and goal,
About the forest Our birthplace, your end came! "
Do not hear the alarms their royal forest.
Under the dark azure of harsh heavens
His ripe mighty dreams,
And the strength for a new spring matches it.

Poems about the forest in the fall

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Fall. Forest thickets.
Moss dry swamps.
Lake Beleso.
Pale sky.
Pitfalls
And Saffron plowed.
Knock out paths
Forest and empty, and goal.
Only you beautiful
Although it has long been dry,
In the bay bay
Old alder.
Woman looking out
In the water in the middle -
And sategorize
Before everyone by spring.

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Will the thing with Dunda
The dumbbed forest be sad ...
From summer leaves is it hundredth,
Bright autumn gilding,
Still on the branch Slavet.

I look with the fate of the mounted,
When, breaking through because of clouds,
Suddenly, on the trees were made,
With their old leaves extended,
Lightning sprinkle ray!

How fading cute!
What charm in it for us
When that so bloom and lived,
Now, so weakly and silo,
The last will smile once!

Scenery

I love the Forest Travel,
Not knowing himself where, breast
Double deep rose
You go - and no end of the way ...
Circle Forests green;
Already rosyant autumn male,
And Yelnik green and shady; -
Osiennik Yellow beats alarm;
Calked with birch leaf
And, like a carpet, has relieved the road ...
You go, as if on the waters -
Noga noise ... and ear
The slightest rustle in more often, there,
Where the magnificent fern is dorm
And red amansor row
That Karlya fabulous, sleep ...

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Forest, exactly led painted,
Purple, gold, crimped,
Cheerful, pesting the wall
It is standing over a light polar.

Birchie yellow threads
Shine in blue lazuries,
Like tows, chips are darker,
And between klyans blue
Then there, then here in the foliage
Summets in the sky, that shell.
The forest smells oak and pine,
For the summer he dry he from the sun
And autumn quietly widow
It comes to the Pierce Terem your own.

Today on empty glade,
Among the wide yard,
Air web fabric
Brilliate as a network of silver.
Today all day plays
In the yard the last moth
And, exactly white petal,
On the web freezes,
Sung by solar heat;
Today is so light around,
Such a dead silence
In the forest and in blue embroidery,
What can be in this silence
To hear the leaves of the clock.

Forest, exactly led painted,
Purple, gold, crimped,
Stands over solar clearing,
Confined silence;
Scratching thrush, flight
Among the concedes where the thick
Foliage amber gleam pouring;
Playing, in the sky will zamil
Skvortsov scattered flock -
And again everything is frozen.

Latest moments of happiness!
It knows autumn that such
Deep and dumb rest -
Forehead of long bad weather.
Deep, strange the forest was silent
And at the dawn, when from sunset
Magenta shine and zlata
Light the fire covered.
Then we sullen in it with a dark.
The moon rises, and in the forest
There are shadows in the dew ...
It became cold and white

Among the pollasts, among through
Autumn county smaller
And terribly autumn one
In the deserted silence of the night.
Now silence is different:
Listen - she grows
And with her, frightening puffrty,
And a month slowly gets up.
All shadows did he in short
Transparent smoke brought to the forest
And so looks right in the eyes
From the foggy height of heaven.
Oh dead sleep autumn night!
Oh a terrible hour of night wonders!
In the Sredit and Cheese Fog
Light and empty in the meadow;
Forest, white light filled,
His frozen beauty
As if death prophesies to himself;
Owl, and that silent: sits,
Yes stupidly out of the branches

Fall

Crooks Lone Golden
Wet land in the forest ...
Boldly Topchka I foot
Wavy forests to the beauty.

Hodged cheeks are burning;
Look in the forest to me run
Hear like a bitch crack
Leaves leg to rush!

There is no former joy here!
Forest with itself the secret of the Schedule:
Torn the latter
Sled the last flower;

Moss not raised, not exploded
Pile of curly weak;
Near the stump does not hang
Purple bruscan brushes;

Long on the leaves lies
Night frost, and through the forest
Cold somehow looks
Clarity of transparent skies ...

Leaves are noisy under the leg;
Death with a stele harvest his ...
Only I am merry soul
And, like insane, I sing!

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Satisfied the forest of his vertices,
The garden revealed his man
Daughty September, and dahlia
Night breathing burned.

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As a sad look, I love autumn.
In foggy, quiet day I go
I am often in the forest and sit there -
On the sky White I look
Yes, on the tops of dark pines.
I love biting sour sheet,
With a smile breaking lazy,
Dream to do a whimsical
Yes, listen to the woods a thin whistle.
Grass started all ... Cold,
The calm shine spills on it ...
And sadness quiet and free
I indulge in my soul ...
What I do not remember? What kind
Did you dream of dreams?
And pines bent like alive,
And so thoughtfully noisy ...
And, as if the flock of birds is huge,
Suddenly the wind will roll
And in bumps of confused and dark
Impatiently sorrow.

posted by: I. Turgenev


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Going a green leaf,
Already rosyant autumn male,
And Yelnik green and shady;
Osiennik Yellow beats alarm;
Calked with birch leaf
And how the carpet was removed the road, -
You go - as if on the waters -
The foot is noise ... and ear in the ear
Softened in more often, there,
Where a lush fern dorm
And red amansor row
As Karlya fabulous, sleep;
And here lumen: Through the leaves shine,
Sparkling gold, jet ...
You hear talk: Water splash,
Sleepy rooks;
And the mill rages and moan
Under the rigid wheels.
Won-won a heavy WHO:
Run grains. Klyachonka is driven
Peasant, on the wrong child
And grandfather fear ashit granddaughter,
A, the tail is fluffy
The bug is fussing in the bug,
And bellowing in dusk forest
Merry barking flies around.

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Fall. Fabulous pane
All open for review.
Forest roads,
Looking into the lake.

As at the picture of the paintings:
Halls, halls, halls, halls
Elm, aspen, Osin
In the gilding is not enough.

Autumn in the forest

Rifle with a nail, I leave the house,
I am going between ozimia, black expensive;
I look at a bunch of skyrov, on a broken fence,
On the pond and the mill, on the wild drive,
On the shore of the swampy-slope
And in the near forest I enter. There reddened maple
Yet green oak And yellow birchs
Sadly the tears shake his eyes;
But I gave I go, in dreams is immersed,
And they honor me half batter,
And the thoughts meanwhile are composed in the consonant,
Free words are crowded into a measuring system,
And on the soul easily, and sweet, and strange,
And quietly all around and under my foot
So gently wet leaf noise flawed.

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October is approaching.
But the day of Forest day.
And autumn smiles
Heaven blue

Sweaty lakes
What's a dream blue
And pink zorms
In the birch edge!

Here are moss gray lace
On old boulder
And yellow leaf is spinning
Another already on the stump! ..

And alongside, under the vines,
Under their thick can
Podberezovik climbed -
And hat crop.

But everything is sad in the forest:
Find a flower could not
How pendulum swings
Aspen leaf.

Shadow trees Long ...
And cold rays.
And in the sky caravyl
Burdening streams!

Forest in autumn

Measured tops
It seemed blue.
Sharewl at the edges
Bright yellow foliage.
Birds are not heard. Crane small
Trimmed,
And, lifting tail, squirrel
Light makes a jump.
Steel fir in the forest is noticeable -
Sheets a thick shadow.
The basement is last
Mitched the cap.

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In the Dark Forest a dense laughed in autumn.
How many fresh cones in green pines.
How many scarlet berries in the forest row!
Rose the waves right on the path.

And among the lingonberries, on the green knocker,
The mushroom mushroom climbs in a red handkerchief.
The wind was played in the forest glade,
Skilled osinka in a red sundress.

And birch leaf gold bees
It goes and flies over a barbed christmas tree.
And under the Christmas tree, the bridge was dismissed ...
Goodbye, Christmas tree! Come visit us!

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Autumn forest every year
Pay gold for the entrance.
Possess Osin -
All dressed in gold,
And herself loves:
"Stoy ..." -
And tremble from cold.
And Birosis Rada
Yellow alongside:
"Well and dress!
What is the beauty! "
Fast leaves scattered,
Frost came suddenly.
And birch whispers:
"Zyabnu! ..."
Tried and oak
Gold plated fur coat.
Successful oak, yes late
And he is noise:
"MORZNA! MORZNA!"
Deceived gold -
Not saved from the cold.

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You can not live in the world without miracles,
They meet us everywhere.
Magic, autumn and fabulous forest
We are visiting us.

The wind will be spinned under the song of the rain,
Lesson will throw under your feet.
So beautiful this time:
It came to us again miracle autumn.

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She went over the woods of the Wizard.
Just so went myself, wandered ...
Caught by he rushed a dog,
Linden in Sundars dressed up

Alya beads put on rowabins,
Grid in sunshine
And Chervon Golden Old
Gulation painted on oaks.

Blue ripples ragged the river,
Mastened secretly with reeds,
Wave branches twisted in rings
And in the village rained gone.

This is the autumn son-pitchfire,
Medium, quiet gentle friend.
It is a pity that no fun holiday,
October does not give his check box.

In September in the forest

Yellow leaf circles and goes,
Rain dripping and pours
Ryabina blushed
Hang the thread of the web.
The breeze flies, flies
And quietly sing birds
Sun rays in tucca melts,
The day runs faster.
The forest was filled with mushrooms,
Sheet, needles under the legs.
On the grass of Rosinka melting,
Mushrooms in the forest are invited.
Looking for a whitewash
Her fur fluffed.
Hedgehog goes, not in a hurry,
And on the back of the mushroom lies.
Bunny jumps, loops,
He collects cabbage.
Mole is preparing the crust,
It's not terrible to him.

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Gives autumn miracles
Yes, what else!
Disclaimed forests
Golden caps.
They sit on a hemp
Redheaded,
And the spider is a dexter which! -
Pulls the network somewhere.
Rain and grouse grass
In sleepy often at night
Incomprehensible words
I mumble before morning.

In autumn

In the caraviline sky
Wind clouds wears.
Welbble Verba:
"Autumn. Again autumn!"
Leaves yellow shower
The sun is lower than pines.
Whawing Iva Eve:
"Autumn. Soon Autumn!"
On the shrub of IAI
White crying sketched.
Whispering Oak Ryabina:
"Autumn. Soon Autumn!"
Whispering fir eraci
Forest Bora:
"Soon notice
And starts soon! "

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Gathered and fleet
Ducks on a long road.
Under the roots of the old ate
Mastery Bear Berlogue.
The hare in the fur was dressed white,
It became a bunny heat.
Wears protein month whole
About the stock of the mushrooms in the hollow.
Chop wolves at night dark
For prey on forests.
Between the bushes to the sleeke
Fox pursues.
Hides in winter cede
In the old moss nuts deftly.
Hiversal plugged down Glukhari.
We flew to winter
Northery-Snegiri.

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

For a long time flew to the south of Twitched swallows, and even earlier, as a team, quick haircuts disappeared.

In the autumn days they heard the guys, as, say goodbye to a cute homeland, a span crane in the sky. With some particular feeling, they watched them for a long time, as if the cranes were carried with them the summer.

Quietly talking, flew to the warm south geese ...

Preparing k. cold Winter people. I have long squeeed rye and wheat. Povered feed cattle. Remove the latest apples in the gardens. Dropped potatoes, coarse, carrots and remove them for the winter.

Preparing and animals for winter. A coarse protein has accumulated in the walnut of nuts, he kept selected mushrooms. Little mice-pools were in the mink grain, prepared a fragrant soft hay.

Late in the fall is building his winter lair a hardworking hedgehog. A whole chamber of dry leaves ran under the old stump. All winter will calmly sleep under a warm blanket.

More and less, everything is wasting with autumn sunshine.

Soon the first frosts will begin soon.

Until the spring, the Earth-Mother will freeze. All of her took everything she could give.

Fall

Fly summer flew. So autumn came. It's time to remove the harvest. Vanya and Fedya dig potatoes. Vasya collects beets and carrots, and the phenya beans. In the garden a lot of plums. Faith and Felix collect fruits and send them to the school canteen. They all treat ripe and delicious fruits.

In the woods

Grisha and Kolya went to the forest. They collected mushrooms and berries. Mushrooms they put in Lukoshko, and berries in a basket. Suddenly thunder hit. The sun hid. There were clouds around. The wind brought the trees to the ground. Went big rain. Boys went to the forester's house. Soon in the forest it became quiet. Rain stopped. Sunshine looked out. Grisha and Kohl with mushrooms and berries went home.

Mushrooms

The guys went to the forest for mushrooms. Roma found a beautiful boletus under the birch. Valya saw under the pine small butterm. Seryozha saw a huge Borovik in the grass. In the grove, they scored full baskets of different mushrooms. Guys have fun and satisfied returned home.

Forest in autumn

I. Sokolov-Mikitov

Beautiful and searched Russian forest in early autumn days. On the golden background of yellowed foliage, bright stains of red-yellow kleov and Osin are distinguished. Slowly circling in the air, fall and fall with birch light, weightless yellow leaves. From the tree to the tree stretched thin silvery threads with lightweight web. Late autumn flowers bloom.

Transparent and clean air. Water is transparent in forest duties and streams. Every pebble at the bottom is visible.

Quiet in the autumn forest. Only sovest under his feet of foliage. Sometimes it will give a tipper thin. And from this silence is still heard.

Easy breathing in the autumn forest. And for a long time I do not want to leave it. Well in the autumnal flowery forest ... But something sad, farewell hears and seemed in it.

Nature in autumn

The mysterious Princess Autumn will take the tired nature in his hands, causing gold outfits and wets long rains. Autumn, calm the bolded land, blows the wind of the last leaves and put in the cradle of a long winter sleep.

Autumn day in a birch grove

I sat in a birch grove in the fall, about half of September. From the morning, a small rain came out, replaced by time of warm solar shine; There was a non-permanent weather. The sky was all clouded with friable white clouds, then suddenly the places were cleared for a moment, and then the azure, clear and affectionate, was shown because of the broken clouds ...

I sat and looked around, and listened. Leaves slightly noisy over my head; According to one, their noise could be found, what time was the time of year. That was not a cheerful, laughing spring trembling, not soft shushuking, not a long spectacle of summer, not a timid and cold leptaning of late autumn, and barely audible, dormant chatter. The weak wind pulled a little bit along the tops. The inside of the grove, wet from the rain, constantly changed, depending on that, whether the sun shines or clouded clouds; She was stuck everything, as if suddenly, everything was smiled in her ... then suddenly, again, everything around a slightly bluish: bright paints were instantly Gasley ... and the sneaking, sly, I started to sneeze and whisper the smallest rain on the forest.

The foliage on the birch was almost all of the Green, although markedly pale; Only in some places one young, all red or all the golden ...

Not a single bird was heard: everyone was sheltered and slaughtered; Only occasionally ranked with a steel bell mocked voice of the tit.

Autumn, clear, slightly cold, in the morning frosty day, when birch, like a fabulous tree, the whole golden, beautifully draws on the pale blue sky, when the low sun is no longer heats, but glitters a brighter summer, a small aspen grove throat all shocks like her fun and easy to stand naked, hoarflash still on the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind is quietly moving and drives the fallen swapping leaves, - when the blue waves are happily rushing, quietly raised scattered geese and ducks; In the distance, the mill knocks, half a closed by the willows, and, the pesting in the bright air, the pigeons quickly circle over her ...

By the beginning of September, the weather suddenly sharply and completely surrendered. It immediately stepped in quiet and cloudless days, such clear, solar and warm, which was not even in July. On the squeezed squeezed fields, on their barbed yellow bristle there is a saliva glitter autumn tatten. Soothing trees silently and submissively dropped yellow leaves.

Late fall

Korolenko Vladimir Galaktionovich

Becoming late autumn. The fruit is refined; He breaks down and falls to the ground. He dies, but seed lives in it, and in this seed lives in the "opportunity" and all the future plant, with his future luxurious foliage and with his new fruit. Seed falls to the ground; And the cold sun climbs low above the ground, the cold wind runs, cold clouds are rummaged ... not just a passion, but the lifetime fits quietly, imperceptibly ... The earth increasing more from the green of her black, cold tones dominate in the sky ... And now the day comes when there are millions of snowflakes falling on this and crumbling, which falls millions of snowflakes and all of it becomes smooth, monochrome and white ... White color - This is the color of cold snow, the color of the highest clouds, which are floating in an inadequate cold of the cold heights, - the color of the magnifier and fruitless mountain peaks ...

Antonovskaya apples

Bunin Ivan Alekseevich

I remember early wake-up autumn. August was with warm rains at the very time in the middle of the month. I remember early, fresh, quiet morning ... I remember the big, the whole golden, snapped and drunkard, I remember the maple alleys, a thin fragrance of false foliage and the smell of Antonovsky apples, the smell of honey and autumn freshness. The air is so clean, just not at all. Everywhere it smells like apples.

By night, it becomes very cold and Rosisto. Having hurt on the gum by the rye aroma of the new straw and pokykina, cheerfully go home to the dinner past the garden shaft. Votes on the village or scrolling gate are distributed over the student dawn unusually clear. Darmest. And here's another smell: in the garden - a fire and firmly pulls the fragrant smoke of cherry burs. In the dark, in the depths of the garden - a fabulous picture: accurately in the corner of hell, burns near the chaolash, the crimson flame surrounded by darkness ...

"The poorest Antonovka is the fun year." Rustic affairs are good if Antonovka was groaning: it means that the bread was crushed ... I remember the yield year.

At the early dawn, when the roosters are still screaming, open, it happened, a window in a cool garden, filled with a scornful fog, through which brightly glitters something in the morning sun ... Fly wash on the pond. Small foliage almost all shuffled from the coastal Lozin, and the bumps are swaying on the turquoise sky. Water under slosices has become transparent, ice and as if heavy. She instantly drives the night laziness.

Enjoy the house and first hear the smell of apples, and then others.

From the end of September, our gardens and gum are emptied, the weather, as usual, changed cool. The wind on the whole days drenched and tremble trees, rains walked them from morning to night.

Coldly and brightly shone in the north over heavy lead clouds Liquid blue sky, and because of these clouds slowly floated the ridges of snow-clouds, the window was closed into the blue sky, and in the garden it became deserted and bored in the garden, and began to sow rain again ... First quietly, carefully, then all the thicker and finally turned into a shower with a storm and darkness. There was a long, anxious night ...

From such a sticky, the garden went out completely naked, filled with wet leaves and some kind of sweetering, who was humbled. But how beautiful it was, when clear weather was coming again, transparent and cold days of early October, the farewell holiday of autumn! The preserved foliage will now hang on the trees before the first frosts. The black garden will be through the cold turquoise sky and submractive waiting for the winter, bearing in the sunlight. And the fields are already sharply drawn with arable land and brightly greasy frowning frills ...

You wake up and have been lying in bed for a long time. In the whole house - silence. Ahead is a whole day of rest in a silent already in the winter manor. In no hurry, we will catch the garden, you will find a randomly forgotten cold and wet apple in wet foliage, and for some reason it will seem unusually tasty, not at all like others.

Dictionary of native nature

It is impossible to list the signs of all seasons. Therefore, I miss the summer and turn to the autumn, to the first of her days when "September" is already starting.

He fades the earth, but still ahead of "India Summer" with his last bright, but already cold, like a gluscle mica, the radiance of the Sun. With thick blue skies, washed with cool air. With a volatile web ("Yiges of the Virgin", how to call it so far, the horseship of the old women) and become a taper sheet falling asleep waters. Birch groves are standing like crowds of beauties girls, in the coated with a golden shelter. "Sad time - eyes charming."

Then - bad weather, covered rains, icy north wind "Siverko", furrowing lead waters, smearing, screaming, pitch night, ice dew, dark dawns.

So everything goes until the first frost grabbing, does not bore the earth, the first powder will not fall and the first fees will not be established. And there is already winter with blizzards, blizzards, gym, snowfall, gray frosts, viscos on the fields, crippled suts on sledge, gray, snow sky ...

Often, I closely watched the fallen leaves in the fall, to catch the wrong share of a second, when the leaf is separated from the branch and begins to fall on the ground, but it did not succeed for me for a long time. I read in old books about how to rustle falling leaves, but I never heard this sound. If the leaves and rustled, then only on the ground, under the legs of man. The rustling of leaves in the air seemed to me as implausible as the stories that in the spring heard how the grass grows.

I was certainly wrong. It was necessary that the rumor, coupled of urban streets, could relax and catch the very clean and accurate sounds of autumn earth.

Somehow late in the evening I went out to the garden to the well. I put a dull kerosene lantern on the logone bat mouse"And pulled out water. The leaves swam in the bucket. They were everywhere. From them it was impossible to get rid of them. Black bakery bread brought with wet leaves sticking to it. The wind threw the handful of the leaves on the table, on the bed, on the floor. On books, and on the tracks Sala was difficult to holy: I had to go on the leaves as in deep snow. The leaves we found in the pockets of our rainfast, in the caps, in the hair - everywhere. We slept on them and pursuant to their smell.

There are autumn nights, the lights and dumb, when the windless stands above the black wooded edge and only the beater of the guard comes from the village of Rustic.

There was such a night. The lantern illuminated the well, old maple under the fence and disheveled by the wind bush of a nasturtium at the yellowed flower bed.

I looked at Maple and saw the red leaf gently and slowly separated from the branch, shuddered, for an instant I stopped in the air and Koso began to fall to my legs, a little riser and swinging. For the first time he heard the rustling of the falling sheet - an unclear sound similar to a children's whisper.

My house

Paust Konstantin Georgievich

Especially good in a gazebo in a quiet autumn night, when there is no rain rain in Salu.

Cool air barely shakes candle tongue. Corner shadows from grape leaves lie on the ceiling of the arbor. The night butterfly, similar to a lump of gray silk-raw, sits on the revealed book and leaves the finest shiny dust on the page. It smells like rain - gentle and with the sharp smell of moisture, raw garden tracks.

At dawn, I wake up. Fog fucked in the garden. The leaves fall in the fog. I pull out a bucket of water from the well. Frog pops out from the bucket. I dreamed by well water and listen to the head of the shepherd - he sings still far away, at the Okolitsa itself.

Light. I take oars and go to the river. I sail in the fog. East pose. There is no longer a smell of smoke rural furnaces. It remains only to silence water, thickets of centuries-old Yves.

Ahead is a deserted September day. Ahead is a losingity in this huge world of smell foliage, herbs, autumn wiping, plicy waters, clouds, low sky. And I always feel this losingity like happiness.

What are the rains

Paust Konstantin Georgievich

(Passage from the story "Golden Rose")

The sun sits in the clouds, smoke falls to the ground, swallows fly low, they vote in the yards of the roosters, the clouds are pulled in the sky with long foggy strands - all these rain signs. And shortly before the rain, although she also did not pull the clouds, the tender breathing of moisture is heard. It must be brings from there where the rains were already shed.

But begins to scold the first drops. The folk word "stick * the appearance of rain is well transmitted when it is rare drops of dark specks on dusty paths and roofs.

Then the rain is diverged. Then the wonderful cool smell of the Earth arises, for the first time, chosen by everyone. It keeps long. It displaces the smell of wet grass, especially nettle.

It is characteristic that, no matter what rain, it will be, as soon as it begins, is always called very affectionately - rain. "The rain gathered", "the rain spaced", "the rain of the grass is sheer" ...

What, for example, is there a dispute rain from mushroom?

The word "dispute" means - fast, fast. The dispute rain pours steeply, strongly. It is always approaching the incoming noise.

Especially good dispute rain on the river. Each of his drop knocks in water a round deepening, a small water bowl, jumps, again falls and a few moments, before disappearing, is still visible at the bottom of this water bowl. The drop glitters and looks like pearls.

At the same time, the whole river is glass ringing. In the height of this ring you guess, whether the rain is gaining strength or pohes.

And the small mushroom rain sleeps sleeping from low clouds. The puddles from this rain are always warm. He does not ring, and whispering his own, poppy, and slightly marked in the bushes, as if he touches the soft paw to one sheet, then another.

Forest humid and moss absorb this rain does not hurry, thoroughly. Therefore, after it, the mushrooms are started to climb, yellow chanterelles, boring, ruddy grims, opensions and countless grinding.

During mushroom rains in the air, it smokes with a smoke and takes the tricky and cautious fish well - roach.

About the blind rain, coming with the sun, the people say: "Tsarevna cries." Sparkling solar drops of this rain look like large tears. And to whom to cry with such shining tears of grief or joy, as not a fabulous beauty of the princess!

You can make a long time to follow the game of light during the rain, behind the variety of sounds - from the measuring knock on the seal roof and liquid stall in the drain pipe to a solid, tense roe, when the rain pours, as they say, the wall.

All this is only an insignificant part of what can be said about the rain ...

Nature in any season is very beautiful, even if there is no single leaflet on the tree, and the snow has not yet fell, or vice versa. When it's raining Or wet snow, then people can lose heart, the mood changes, and nature benefits. Description of the autumn forest - truly creative occupation. Each person describes this moment in its own way.

How beautiful to describe autumn?

Do you know how writers and journalists do sometimes? They describe here and now what they see! The most vivid impressions can be obtained at the moment of time. Not necessarily all the time walks to keep a notebook in your hands and handle. You need to be able to feel, feel and see the world around.

Go to any forest in early October, when the foliage has not yet opal and decorate the world with bright colors. What sensations arise at the same time? Quiet, calmly, in the soul, the condition of bliss. A person understands that he escaped from a gray environment in interesting place, Impossible at least in thoughts do not make a description of the autumn forest. The essay will turn out to be original, interesting, if at least just sit down somewhere on the barbell or hemp and leave all the concerns. Sit in silence, without extraneous thoughts at least 10 minutes. There will be a feeling of calm. Of course, the schoolchild will be difficult to explain why you need to do so, so it is better to arrange a small excursion.

Listen to wildlife!

Parents themselves must experience interest in the world around. Ideal if they know something about trees, animals, mushrooms in the Azah. Optionally, you can even with the Encyclopedia for nature, come to the forest. You can arrange a fun game. Show the child in the encyclopedia some tree that can grow in your areas. Let him find him, look like the color of his leaves in the fall.

And what interest is the mushrooms! Together, seek under the fallen leaves mushrooms. It is possible that they will not be if at night the temperature is below 10 degrees. Beautiful description Autumn forest can be done with such a walk in different versions. It is impossible to immediately cover everything together: trees, birds singing, animals, shrubs. I want to tell about everything in detail.

How else to explain the child about the sensation? As mentioned before, it is desirable to sit together and sit in silence. You can ask him the question: "How do you like here? Do you hear how the birds sing?".

Ocho charming

Now you can experiment, translating the description of the autumn forest from memory on paper. It is important not to forget to make the introductory part, then the main and conclusion. Naturally, the main part is given special attention And the greatest volume. Specific elements need to be divided by paragraphs. There will be no finished essay, but only ideas.

Our immense birthplace is famous for unusual nature. Everything is created here for the life of Russians. The forest at any time of the year gentlely welcomes guests, he bestows silence and peace. In autumn, he demonstrates his wonderful beauty.

Approximately such a beginning of an essay may give an opportunity to plunge into thoughts in autumn forest. When a person writes such an essay, he may seem to me that he has just been there. And the mention of the Motherland, the Mother of Russia can develop patriotism, which is so important for every citizen.

Pushkin, Yesenin, Lermontov, Fet and other classics in their verses and prose tell about the autumn of the soul, with love. People of that time loved nature very much, appreciated her, so they lived better.

Paints of nature

What bliss in the soul, when you are in the autumn forest! Here is so quiet, beautiful. Under legs rustle foliage. Next to the birch is hiding under the maple leaves white mushroom. Large orange maple leaves intertwined with yellow small birch. How nice to stand under such beautiful trees, breathe clean air and listen to the sound of the breeze.

When you raise your head, you see the pure sky (or clouds) and bright-bright foliage over it. The eye rejoices, the real freedom is felt from the city fuss. No bright advertising will replace the beauty of the forest, especially the autumn.

Sitting at school at the desk, it is easy to plunge into the thoughts of wildlife when the topic sounds: "Description of the autumn forest". For a schoolchild, it should not be fatigue, on the contrary. Let the children present that they are transferred from the class in nature. After all, during the creative process, it seems that I have now seen exactly what you write about. The kids are helpful to distract.

Morning autumn forest

Not every urban resident imagines morning in the autumn forest. What is it? Unusual! Even transformed with the sunrise. During a trip to the village, to the cottage or to the tour bar, there will be an ideal solution if the family gets early to spend the morning in the autumn forest. A description of such a wonderful point will only bring joy.

Before us opens a fabulous look: the sun lights the sun with its yellow rays. Trees seem to wake up and greet everything around. The eye is rejoicing at the sight of such beauty. Despite the fact that it is cool enough, the fog envelops, still be here - this is such a gift! Good mood For the whole day, it is provided, thanks to the healing air in the morning clock.

Animals and birds in the fall

What can still come up with a description of the autumn forest so that you can reread with pleasure? Of course, we must remember about the inhabitants. Wild animals are more difficult to meet, but you can. You just need to observe and listen. Any rustling or a knock can say that somewhere nearby there is a cute animal.

Beauty squirrel collects acorns and drags into the hollow. As she makes everything quickly, as if it was afraid that he would not have time. Probably, she will warm up in his house in the house, admire the snow and eat supplies. How much did she have already collected food and what?

Undoubtedly, the topic "Autumn Forest" is a real holiday during the lesson. Working whether or just acquaintance with pictures does not matter. Children need with love and interest about the utility of stay in the forest. It is also important to teach them to love nature and not harm her.

When the days are in short, and the sun is no longer so generously divided from the ground with its warmth, one of the most beautiful seasons occurs - autumn. She, as if the mysterious wizard, changes the world around and fills it with juicy and unusual paints. Notableous to all these wonders occur with plants and shrubs. They are one of the first to rejuvenate for weather changes and autumn offensive. They have ahead of them for three months to prepare for winter and part with their main decorations - leaves. However, at first, the trees will certainly please all around the color overflows and the madness of paints, and the fallen foliage gently takes the land with its covering ground and protect her smaller inhabitants from severe frosts.

Autumn changes with trees and shrubs, causes of these phenomena

In the fall, one of the most important changes in the life of trees and shrubs are: changing the color of foliage and leaf fall. Each of these phenomena helps to prepare them for winter and survive such a severe season.

For deciduous trees and shrubs of one of the main problems in winter time The year is the lack of moisture, so in the fall, all useful substances begin to accumulate in the roots and core, and the leaves fall out. The leafflower helps not only increase moisture reserves, but also save them. The fact is that the leaves are very evaporated with liquid, which is very wasteful in winter. Coniferous trees in turn can afford to shower with needles and in the cold season, since the evaporation of the fluid is very slow.

Another reason for leaf fall is a big risk for branches being broken under the pressure of a snowy cap. If the fluffy snow was located not only on the branches themselves, but also on their leaves, they could not stand such a heavy nosha.

In addition, many harmful substances accumulate in the leaves with time, to get rid of which it turns out only when leafing.

One of the recently revealed riddles is the fact that deciduous trees placed in a warm medium, and, therefore, not needing preparation for the cold, also drop the leaves. This suggests that the leaf fall is connected not so much with the change of the time of the year and the preparation for winter, how much is an important part life cycle Trees and shrubs.

Why do leaves change color autumn?

With the onset of autumn, trees and shrubs are decided to change the emerald color of their leaves on brighter and unusual colors. At the same time, each tree has its own set of pigments, "paints". These changes occur due to the fact that the leaves contain a special substance, chlorophyll, which turns the light into nutrients and gives foliage green color. When a tree or shrub start to store moisture, and it no longer goes to the emerald leaves, and the sunny day becomes much shorter, chlorophyll begins to decay to other pigments, which are attached to the autumn peace and golden tones.

The brightness of autumn paints depends on weather conditions. If the street is solar and relative warm weather, the autumn leaves will be bright and motley, and if it is often raining, then brown or dim tall yellow.

How autumn change the color of the leaves of different trees and shrubs

The rioty of the paints and their unearthly beauty of autumn is obliged to the fact that the foliage of all trees there are different combinations of colors and shades. Most often occurs the crust color of the leaves. Maple and aspen boasts can boast the grace. These trees are very beautiful in the fall.

Birch leaves become light yellow, and oak, ash, linden, horn and hazel - brownish yellow.

Oshshnik (Leschina)

The poplar quickly drops his foliage, it just starts to gain yellowness and now opal.

Shrubs are also pleasing to the variety and brightness of the paints. Their foliage becomes yellow, purple or red. Grape leaves (Grapes - shrub) acquire a unique dark purple color.

Punchy-red tint stand out on a general background of barberry and cherry leaves.

Barberry

From yellow to red can be autumn rowan leaves.

Aleut along with berries leaves Kalina.

Becklets dresses in purple clothing.

Red and purple shades of foliage determines the anthocyanine pigment. Interesting is the fact that it is completely absent in the composition of the leaves and can only be formed under the influence of cold. This means that the frosty days, the more crimson there will be the surrounding deciduous world.

However, there are plants that are not only in the fall, but in winter they retain their foliage and remain green. Thanks to such trees and shrubs, the winter landscape comes to life, and many animals and birds find their home in them. In the northern edges, trees include trees: pine, spruce and cedar. The south of such plants is even more. Among them, trees and shrubs are distinguished: Juniper, Mirt, Tyu, Barbaris, Kiparis, Samshet, Mountain Lavr, Abelia.

Evergreen tree - spruce

Some deciduous shrubs also do not part with their emerald clothes. These include cranberries and lingonberries. On the Far East there is interesting plant The rose, the leaves of which are not changed in the fall in the fall, and roll in the autumn in the tube and disappear.

Why leaves fall apart, but there are no cupllies?

Leaves play a big role in the life of trees and shrubs. They help to create and store nutrients, and also accumulate mineral components. However, in winter, when an acute shortage of light occurs, and it means that nutrition, leaves only increase the consumption of utility components and cause excessive evaporation of moisture.

Coniferous plants that grow most often in areas with rather harsh climates are very needed, so do not reset their needles performing the role of leaves. The needles are perfectly adapted to the cold. A lot of chlorophyll pigment is concentrated in needles, which converts nutrients from light. In addition, they have a small area, which significantly reduces evaporation from their surface so necessary in winter moisture. From the colds, the needles are protected by a special wax coating, and due to the substance, in them contained, they do not even freeze in severe frosts. The air that captures the needles creates a kind of insulating layer around the tree.

The only coniferous plant, which breaks up for the winter with its needles is larch. She appeared in deep antiquity, when the summer was very hot, and the winter is incredibly frosty. This feature of the climate led to the fact that the larch began to drop their needles and did not need to protect them from the cold.

Falls, as a seasonal phenomenon, occurs from each plant at its own time. It depends on the tree of wood, its age and the characteristics of the climate.

Previously, the poplar and oak leaves with their leaves, then the rowan time comes. The apple tree is one of the latter drops the leaves, and even in winter, there can still remain several leaves.

The leaf fall on the poplar begins at the end of September, and by mid-October it completely ends. Young trees retain their foliage longer and turn yellow.

Oak begins to lose its leaves in early September and in a month completely deprived of his crown. If freezing starts before, the leaf fall occurs significantly faster. Together with the leaves of oak begin to crumble and acorns.

Ryabina begins his leaf fall in early October and until November 1 continues to delight with his pink leaves. It is believed that after the rowan parties breaks up with the last leaves, the diverse chilly days begin.

The leaves on the apple tree begin to go golden by September 20. By the end of this month, leaf falls begins. The last leaves are trembling with an apple tree in the second half of October.

Evergreen plants and shrubs do not lose their foliage even with the onset of cold weather, as ordinary deciduous breeds do. Permanent deciduous cover allows them to survive any weather conditions and maintain the maximum supply of nutrients. Of course, such trees and shrubs update their leaves, but this process is gradually and almost imperceptibly.

Evergreen plants do not discard all their leaves at once for several reasons. Firstly, then they do not have to spend large reserves of nutrients and energy to grow young leaves in spring, and secondly, their constant availability ensures uninterrupted food and roots. Most often, evergreen trees and shrubs grow in areas with a soft and warm climate, where and winter it is warm weather, however, they meet in harsh climatic conditions. These plants are most common in wet rainforests.

Such evergreen plants like cypress trees, ate, eucalyptus, some species of evergreen Dubov, Rovendron can be found on the wide range of harsh Siberia to South America forests.

One of the most beautiful evergreen plants is the blue fan palm tree that grows in California.

An unusual view and height of more than 3 meters is distinguished by the Mediterranean shrub oleander.

Another evergreen shrub is Garia Jasmine. Her homeland is China.

Autumn is one of the most beautiful and bright times of the year. Flames of purple and golden leaves preparing a multicolored carpet to cover the ground, coniferous treesPiercing with their thin needles first snow and evergreen plants, always pleasing eyes, make the autumn world even more delightful and unforgettable. Nature is gradually preparing for winter and does not even suspect how much the look is fascinating.

Ivan Turgenev "Forest in autumn"

And how the same forest is good late in autumnWhen the validshneps arrive! They do not keep in the wilderness: they should be looking forwarded along the edges. There is no wind, and there is neither the sun, no light, no shadow, nor movement, no noise; in the soft air spills the autumn odor, similar to the smell of wine; A thin fog is far away above the yellow fields. Through the naked, brown bumps of trees peacefully whites a fixed sky; Some of the linden hanging the last golden leaves. Raw elastic land under his feet; High dry bonds do not move; Long threads shine on pale grass. Quietly breathes the chest, and the soul finds strange Anxiety. You go along the edges, you look behind the dog, and meanwhile, your favorite images, favorite persons, dead and alive, come for memory, and long ago, who fell asleep's impressions unexpectedly wake up; Imaginary is rewned and worn, like a bird, and everything is so clearly moving and standing before your eyes. The heart suddenly zadrocks and rush, passionately rush forward, will irrevocably poured in memories. The whole life is deployed easily and quickly as a scroll; All their past, all feelings, forces, all his soul owns a person. And he does not interfere with nothing - no sun, no wind, no noise ...

And autumn, clear, slightly cold, in the morning frosty day, when birch, like a fabulous tree, all the golden, beautifully drawn on the pale blue sky, when the low sun does not heat, but glitters a brighter summer, a small aspen grove all sparkles through, as if It is fun and easy to stand naked, hoarflash still on the bottom of the valleys, and the fresh wind slowly moves and drives fallen quiet leaves, - when the blue waves are joyed, the blue waves and ducks are happily rushing; In the distance, the mill knocks, half a closed by the willows, and, the pesting in the bright air, the pigeons quickly circle over her ...