Winter tales for children. Russian fairy tales about the New Year and about the New Year Short bedtime stories about the New Year

If it seems to you that knowledge of themed New Year's tales is limited to " Snow Queen” and the story about Chuk and Gek, then you are mistaken. It’s worth checking out the list below, and memories from childhood will come flooding back, like snowball. New Year's themes include not only stories about Santa Clauses, Snow Maidens and other characters that are familiar to every child. Tales of miracles that happen in winter, on the eve of one of the most beloved holidays, can also create an enchanting magical atmosphere. I’ll tell you about timeless children’s classics and interesting new items that can be an excellent gift for the Christmas tree.

1. Of course, it's worth starting with the Russians folk tales. I still have a collection published in the late eighties, so the illustrations didn’t work out. Today on sale you can see a huge number of collections, in which there are such fairy tales as “Morozko”, “Frost - Blue Nose”, “Po pike command", "Little fox sister and Gray wolf”, as well as the works of P. Bazhov “Silver Hoof”, the Brothers Grimm “Grandma Blizzard”, S. Marshak “Twelve Months”.

2 . What would it be without the fairy tales of Gianni Rodari! Cippolino and Gelsomino can wait for now, but in “ Amazing book fairy tales and poems" you will find amazing stories that can only happen on the eve of the New Year. Here you will learn about cats saving the holiday, and about trading stalls with gifts that have magical properties. I recommend planning reading an hour earlier than usual, because the child will ask for more and more. By the way, it was in this book that I found New Year’s poems that children will tell Santa Claus at matinees. There are many of them in the book! Gianni Rodari has a few more New Year's stories: "Planet Christmas trees", "Journey of the Blue Arrow".

3 . The writer Elena Rakitina became a discovery for me not so long ago. Unlike some newfangled authors, her style is so simple and easy to understand that children listen to fairy tales without stopping. "Adventures New Year's toys“I think they will not be an exception. Reviews left by users, whose opinions often coincide with mine, say that the stories are easy to remember and captivating. The edition is intended for younger children school age.

4 . The book “A Dwarf Christmas,” written by Hagen Veal, is so beautifully designed that you want to add it to your children’s literature collection. A story about prankish gnomes who celebrate Christmas for a month, giving gifts to each other unusual gifts and play around recklessly. A five to seven year old child should enjoy the book.

5 . I can’t help but mention one of my favorite stories as a child, written by the Finnish writer Tove Jansson. In the publication " Magic winter» the author says amazing story about cute Moomintrolls. Main character With my friend My, after dangerous adventures and amazing meetings, they organized a grand celebration in the forest. Adventures for a child fairy tale characters You'll definitely like it!

6 . Children's tales by G.H. Andersen's films have long been classics, but I think some of them are too sad. For example, “The Little Match Girl”, “The Story of the Year” and “The Snowman”, despite the New Year theme, I would not read to preschool children. Too tragic an ending. But the fairy tale “Yolka” (I also saw the translation version “Yolochka”) is excellent and has a happy ending.

7 . The funny adventures of Uncle Fyodor, Sharik and Matroskin appeal to both adults and children. In the collection “Winter in Prostokvashino” by E. Uspensky there is also a story about how the heroes met New Year.

8. The story about two boys, familiar to everyone from childhood, written by A. Gaidar, is still relevant today. "Chuk and Gek" is a great family tale with an educational twist that ends with a happy New Year celebration.

9. The book " Christmas miracle. Stories of Russian Writers", which contains works by N. Leskov, F. Dostoevsky, A. Kuprin, A. Chekhov and other geniuses Russian literature. This quality hardcover edition makes a great gift for a child over 12 years of age who loves to read. There were classic fairy tales with happy endings, as well as Christmas ones. An excellent purchase for your home collection.

10. And, of course, the stories of Charles Dickens, the founder of Christmas and New Year books. These works are suitable for children of high school age. Amazing stories intertwine Good and Evil, they are filled with mystical characters. At the end of each story, an epic denouement awaits us, in which Good is sure to win.

New items on the book market

Among the expected new children's literature, there are also many books dedicated to our favorite holiday. What are publishing houses ready to please us and our kids with?

J. Kerr “Happy New Year, Meowly!” – a fairy tale for the little ones with a happy ending.

"New Year. A Terribly Convoluted Case" - stories for young detectives who want to get to the bottom of the truth and find out whether Santa Claus really exists.

J. Yurie " New Year's book rabbit stories - lyrical and very touching stories about a family of rabbits in which there are many, many bunnies. They take turns becoming the heroes of the stories.

A. Usachev “The ABC of Father Frost”, “New Year at the Zoo”, “Father Frost and Grandfather Frost” - a series of books about New Year's adventures and miracles.

“The House of Santa Claus” is an excellent gift for a two-year-old child in the form of a postcard book with a 3D effect.

By reading books with your little ones or buying them for older children to read on their own, you are not only setting them up for magic New Year's Eve, but also broaden their horizons and develop their intellect. Give your children a real miracle!

At Dr. Strelkov’s house there were always two Christmas trees; one was called the big Christmas tree. It was made on the first day of the holiday for the children, Masha and Vasya, and their little friends and acquaintances were invited. The next day, Masha and Vasya themselves made a Christmas tree for the children of the janitor, the cook, the milkmaid, and the water carrier; were also the names of the children of poor patients whom their father treated. This Christmas tree was called small.

Preparations for this small Christmas tree began long before Christmas. Masha, who was already quite good at sewing, began altering and mending her and her brother’s dresses that were worn or outgrown, and hemmed small scarves. Vasya repaired old toys, glued old books and pictures, and made new boxes.

On the first day of the holiday, when mother and nanny began to clean up the large Christmas tree after mass, Masha asked to be allowed to go into the kitchen and cook something tasty for her guests.

Look, Masha, just don’t get your dress dirty,” said my mother, “or better yet, wear an old one.”

I'd better wear a big apron, Mom, and be careful. And the old dresses are all ready for the small Christmas tree.

Masha went into the kitchen, tied up a large apron and, with the help of the cook Avdotya, made chocolate, which she grated herself, then prepared the dough for biscuits. There was still a little sugar missing, and Masha ran into the rooms to get it. Walking past the hall, she heard the old nanny grumbling something...

Oh him! How did he crawl here? There's no way you'll catch it.

What is there? - asked Masha. - Who crawled where?

Yes, there is a cockroach or a Prussian on the Christmas tree. He must have gotten in while she was warming up in the kitchen. Be careful that he doesn’t leave, and I’ll bring a brush and sweep him away.

Masha came up and looked.

Leave him alone, nanny, please, this is not a cockroach or a Prussian, but a squeaky beetle with large mustaches, you know, the kind there were a lot of in the forest in the summer!

“You still have to throw it away,” the nanny continued to grumble, “otherwise it’s not easy, the Christmas tree is so elegant, and suddenly such rubbish will crawl on it.

No, no, dear nanny,” Masha screamed almost in tears, “please leave me, leave me!” Mom, tell the nanny to leave him. He is so good. And we will definitely have summer. There is snow outside, but we have a green tree and a live bug crawling on it.

It was decided to leave the squeaky beetle.

Masha calmed down, took some sugar and went back to the kitchen to continue her cooking.

In the evening, guests began to gather. Sonya and Lisa, Masha’s cousins, came first. While the Christmas tree had not yet been lit, Masha invited them to her room, laid it on big chair a clean napkin, put down the tea set and began to serve her guests chocolate, pies and biscuits of her own making. Little Whitefoot also came to try Masha's pies.

When the Christmas tree was lit, everyone was called into the hall. There they danced, played blind man's buff and forfeits, ring and string. The evening passed unnoticed and very fun.

When all the guests had left, Masha still did not want to sleep and asked to be allowed to stay in the hall to begin preparations for the small Christmas tree in the evening.

Just stay a little while, said mom, and make sure you don’t fall asleep. Otherwise, you must be tired today.

Left alone, Masha took laces, ribbons and scissors, brought the prepared things and began to decorate her little Christmas tree.

One side was almost ready; Masha examined her and saw that everything was fine. She wanted to continue cleaning, but it was already late and she wanted to sleep. Leaning on the table, she wondered whether she should continue cleaning the Christmas tree or put it off until tomorrow. At the same time, she remembered the squeaky beetle. Is he somewhere, poor thing? He must have huddled in a corner somewhere, scared by the noise and light. And she remembered these creaking beetles in the summer in the grove, when she, with a shout and a nanny, went for mushrooms and berries. How good and fun it was in the grove, where there were many trees just like the one standing in front of it, many flowers, and birds, and insects! “Will summer come again soon?” - she thought. Suddenly she heard someone quietly calling her: “Masha, Masha!” She looked back. There was no one in the room. But the same quiet, thin voice continued to call her. Masha raised her head and saw on the outermost branch of the Christmas tree a creaking beetle, which moved its mustache and affectionately nodded its head at her.

Masha,” said the creaking beetle, “you are a kind girl, you didn’t let me be thrown away.” But I can't stay here. Come with me to the grove, I will make a holiday for you.

“How is it possible,” said Masha, “to go into the grove at night and in such frost!” We won’t even find the road; Besides, I could put on my warm fur coat, and you’ll just freeze.

“Don’t be afraid,” answered the beetle, “we will have both warmth and light.” Let's just go quickly so we can get home on time.

Masha agreed and they went. The dear beetle told her about his life, and she did not notice how they arrived. It seems as if I just left the house, and here is the grove. And a strange thing, there was no snow at all in the grove, but the grass was green, and although Masha came out in only a dress, she was not cold at all. Only the grass was somewhat damp, as if from dew. The beetle walked ahead, felt with its antennae where it was drier, and showed her the way.

Finally they came to a beautiful, clean clearing: young fir trees grew all around, and grass and moss were green below. The beetle stopped.

“This is our house,” he said, “bend over a little and let’s go in.” The guests must be waiting for us.

Masha bent down and saw that under the large forest there was also a small forest of tiny fir trees, blades of grass, moss, grass and flowers. Strawberry bushes towered above it, and in some places there were colorful mushrooms.

“How,” Masha was surprised, “are your berries and mushrooms already ripe?”

This is for our friends, the barefoot kids. As soon as the sun rises, they will come running here in droves, and they will have fun!

The creaking beetle gave her its paw, and Masha, arm in arm, continued to walk in the forest of moss and blades of grass.

Finally they came to an arch of two fir cones. Behind her could be seen whole bushes of flowers: wild poppies, bluebells, pavilions, lilies of the valley, forget-me-nots; both in the grass and in the flowers many greenish lights shone, and noise and crackling and whistling and buzzing were heard. Masha stopped in amazement.

Let’s go in,” said the creaking beetle, “this is our dance hall.” The musicians had all gathered, the fireflies lit their lanterns: the ball must have already begun.

They entered. Indeed, the ball was already at in full swing. Grasshoppers sawed on their fiddles, flies and bees buzzed, beetles and ladybugs they sang, butterflies flew, and all this crowded, swirled, fluttered around the flowers and sang in different voices.

“We will dance too,” said the creaking beetle and gave Masha its front paws. - I'll introduce you to our guests.

But Masha didn’t need to get to know them. She had known and loved them all for a long time. She began to spin around with them, climbed the flowers, inhaled their aroma, and drank drops of sweet dew.

How good and fun you are! - said Masha, tired of dancing and sitting down to rest on a lily of the valley leaf.

“Stay to live with us,” the creaking beetle asked her, “you are so kind and good, we loved you so much.” Stay! You will be our queen...

Saying this, the beetle knelt down in front of her.

No,” said Masha, “I can’t stay with you.” I need to hurry home, take care of your friends, the barefoot children. My Christmas tree is not ready for them yet. Show me off quickly. When we move to the village in the summer, I will come to you often.

“I can’t accompany you,” said the creaking beetle, “I only know the way to the grove, but I don’t know how to get to your city.” It's better to stay with us.

I can’t, I can’t,” said Masha. - Goodbye!

And she ran out of the grove.

Masha, Masha! - She seemed to hear someone’s familiar voice in the distance. - Masha, wake up!

She woke up. Her mother stood over her and woke her up.

Where is the squeaky beetle? - she asked, rubbing her eyes.

“We’ll find the beetle tomorrow,” Mom said, “and now go to bed quickly.”

Waking up the next day, Masha and Vasya began to especially diligently clean the Christmas tree. And when her little guests gathered in the evening, she tried to make them have as much fun as she had fun visiting the squeaky beetle.

V. Dal “Girl Snow Maiden”

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman; they had neither children nor grandchildren. So they went out of the gate on a holiday to look at other people’s children, how they rolled lumps out of snow and played snowballs. The old man picked up the lump and said:

What, old woman, if only you and I had a daughter, so white and so round!

The old woman looked at the lump, shook her head and said:

What are you going to do? No, there’s nowhere to get it.

However, the old man brought a lump of snow to the hut, put it in a pot, covered it with a rag and put it on the window. The sun rose, warmed the pot, and the snow began to melt.

So the old people hear something squeaking in a pot under a branch; They go to the window - lo and behold, there’s a girl lying in a pot, white as snow and round as a lump, and she says to them:

I am a girl, Snow Maiden, rolled up from spring snow, warmed and rouged by the spring sun.

The old people were delighted, they took her out, and the old woman quickly started sewing and cutting, and the old man, wrapping the Snow Maiden in a towel, began to nurse and nurture:

Sleep, our Snow Maiden,

Sweet patty,

Rolled from spring snow,

Warmed by the spring sun!

We'll give you something to drink,

We will feed you

Dress up in a colorful dress,

Teach wisely!

So the Snow Maiden grows up, to the delight of the old people, and she is so smart, so sensible, that such people only live in fairy tales, but don’t exist in reality.

Everything went like clockwork for the old people: it was good in the hut and not bad in the yard, the cattle survived the winter, the birds were released into the yard. That’s how they transferred the bird from the hut to the barn, and then the trouble happened: a fox came to the old Bug, pretended to be sick and, well, begged the Bug, begging in a thin voice:

Bug, Bug, little white legs, silken tail, let him warm up in the barn!

The bug, having been running after the old man in the forest all day, did not know that the old woman had driven the bird into the barn, took pity on the sick fox and let it go there. And the fox strangled two chickens and dragged them home. When the old man found out about this, he beat Zhuchka and drove him out of the yard.

Go, he says, wherever you want, but you’re not fit to be my watchman!

So Zhuchka left the old man’s yard, crying, and only the old woman and the little girl Snegurochka felt sorry for Zhuchka.

Summer has come, the berries have begun to ripen, so Snegurochka’s friends invite her to the forest for berries. The old people don’t even want to hear, they won’t let me in. The girls began to promise that they would not let the Snow Maiden out of their hands, and the Snow Maiden herself asked to pick some berries and look at the forest. The old people let her go and gave her a box and a piece of pie.

So the girls ran with the Snow Maiden in their arms, and when they came into the forest and saw the berries, everyone forgot about everything, ran around, took the berries and shouted in the forest

A bear is walking, brushwood is cracking, bushes are bending:

What are you talking about, girl, what are you talking about, red one?

Aw-ow! I am a girl, Snegurochka, rolled up from spring snow, browned by the spring sun, my friends begged me from my grandfather and grandmother, they took me into the forest and left me!

Get down,” said the bear, “I’ll take you home!”

No, bear,” answered the girl Snow Maiden, “I won’t go with you, I’m afraid of you - you’ll eat me!”

The bear left.

Gray wolf runs:

Get down,” said the wolf, “I’ll take you home!”

No, wolf, I won’t go with you, I’m afraid of you - you’ll eat me!

The wolf left.

Lisa Patrikeevna is coming:

Why, little girl, are you crying, what, red one, are you sobbing?

Aw-ow! I’m a girl, Snow Maiden, rolled up from spring snow, browned by the spring sun, my friends begged me from my grandfather, from my grandmother to buy berries in the forest, but they took me into the forest and left me!

Ah, beauty! Ah, clever girl! Oh, my poor one! Get down quickly, I'll take you home!

No, fox, flattering words, I’m afraid of you - you’ll lead me to the wolf, you’ll give me to the bear... I won’t go with you!

The fox began to court around the tree, look at the girl Snegurochka, lure her from the tree, but the girl did not come.

Gum, din, din! - the dog barked in the forest.

And the girl Snow Maiden shouted:

Aw-ow, Bug! Aw-ow, honey! Here I am, a little girl called Snegurochka, rolled up from the spring snow, browned by the spring sun, my friends begged me from my grandfather, from my grandmother to buy berries in the forest, they took me into the forest and left me. The bear wanted to carry me away, but I didn’t go with him; the wolf wanted to take him away, I refused him; The fox wanted to lure me in, but I didn’t fall for the deception; and I’ll go with you, Zhuchka!

That's how the fox heard the dog's barking, so he waved his fur and was gone!

The Snow Maiden climbed down from the tree. The bug ran up, kissed her, licked her whole face and took her home.

There is a bear standing behind a stump, a wolf in a clearing, a fox darting through the bushes.

The bug barks and gushes, everyone is afraid of it, no one starts.

They came home; the old men cried with joy. The Snow Maiden was given something to drink, fed, put to bed, and covered with a blanket:

Sleep, our Snow Maiden,

Sweet patty,

Rolled from spring snow,

Warmed by the spring sun!

We'll give you something to drink,

We will feed you

Dress up in a colorful dress,

Teach wisely!

They forgave the bug, gave him milk to drink, accepted him as a favor, put him in his old place, and forced him to guard the yard.

V. Stepanov “Silver Key”

Just before the New Year, the Hare wanted carrots. Where can I get it in winter? Winter is not summer.

The Hare went down into the ravine, and there, under the pine tree, a forest spring flowed. The Hare bent down to the spring, began to drink the water and found a silver key at the very bottom.

The Hare galloped towards the Elk Calf.

“Come on,” he says, “to change.” I'll give you a silver key, and you give me a carrot.

“I would love to,” sighed Elk Calf, “but I have nothing but lingonberry berries, and even those are running out.” Better go to Hamster.

“You have a good key,” Hamster praised the Hare. - Just for my pantry. Only I have nothing but wheat grains, and even those are running out. You better run to the village, to the people.

The Hare threw the bag over his shoulder and galloped into the village: across the field, across the river, across the birch bridge.

The Hare stopped at the last hut. I was just about to knock on the window when, out of nowhere, the owner’s dog jumped out. She barked and growled.

The Hare got scared and ran away.

The Hare ran into the forest, caught his breath, and Santa Claus was coming towards him. He goes, looking for a silver key. The Hare showed him his find - he was the key.

Well, Hare,” Santa Claus rejoiced, “now ask me for everything you want.”

Grandpa, I don’t need anything except carrots. But where can you get it in winter? Winter is not summer.

That’s right, it’s not summer,” Santa Claus smiled. - What is the silver key for?

Santa Claus clapped his hands - three horses harnessed to a sleigh appeared. And on the sleigh there is a chest.

Santa Claus opened it with a silver key and began to take gifts out of the chest.

Lingonberries - for Elk Calf. Grains - for the Hamster. Carrots - for the Hare.

And for you and me - New Year's pie.

S. Kozlov “How Donkey, Hedgehog and Little Bear celebrated the New Year”

Throughout the pre-New Year week, a blizzard raged in the fields. There was so much snow in the forest that neither the Hedgehog, nor the Donkey, nor the Little Bear could leave the house all week.

Before the New Year, the blizzard subsided, and friends gathered at Hedgehog’s house.

That’s it,” said Little Bear, “we don’t have a Christmas tree.”

No,” agreed Donkey.

“I don’t see that we have it,” said the Hedgehog. He liked to express himself in elaborate ways on holidays.

“We have to go look,” said Little Bear.

Where can we find her now? - Donkey was surprised. - It’s dark in the forest...

And what snowdrifts!.. - Hedgehog sighed.

“And yet we have to go get the tree,” said Little Bear. And all three left the house.

The blizzard had subsided, but the clouds had not yet dispersed, and not a single star was visible in the sky.

And there is no moon! - said Donkey. - What kind of tree is there?!

What about the touch? - said the Bear. And crawled through the snowdrifts. But by touch he found nothing. We only came across big Christmas trees, but they still wouldn’t have fit into Hedgehog’s house, and the little ones were all covered with snow.

Returning to the Hedgehog, Donkey and Little Bear became sad.

Well, what a New Year this is!.. - sighed the Bear. “If it were some kind of autumn holiday, then a Christmas tree might not be necessary,” thought Donkey. “And in winter you can’t live without a Christmas tree.”

Meanwhile, the hedgehog boiled the samovar and poured tea into saucers. He gave the little bear a jar of honey, and the Donkey a plate of dumplings.

The Hedgehog didn’t think about the Christmas tree, but he was sad that it had already been half a month since his clock had broken, and the watchmaker Woodpecker had promised, but had not arrived.

How will we know when it is twelve o'clock? - he asked the Little Bear.

We will feel it! - said Donkey.

How will we feel this? - Little Bear was surprised.

“Very simple,” said Donkey. - At twelve o’clock we will already be sleepy for exactly three hours!

Right! - Hedgehog was happy.

Don't worry about the Christmas tree. We will put a stool in the corner, I will stand on it, and you will hang the toys on me.

Why not a Christmas tree! - Little Bear shouted.

So they did.

They put a stool in the corner, Hedgehog stood on the stool and fluffed up the needles.

The toys are under the bed,” he said.

The Donkey and the Little Bear took out toys and hung a large dried dandelion on the Hedgehog's upper paws, and a small spruce cone on each needle.

Don't forget the light bulbs! - said the Hedgehog.

And three chanterelle mushrooms were hung on his chest, and they lit up cheerfully - they were so red.

Aren't you tired, Yolka? - asked Little Bear, sitting down and sipping tea from a saucer.

The hedgehog stood on a stool, like a real Christmas tree, and smiled.

No, said the Hedgehog. - What time is it now? The donkey was dozing.

Five minutes to twelve! - said the Bear. - As soon as the Donkey falls asleep, it will be exactly New Year.

Then pour me and yourself some cranberry juice,” said the Hedgehog-Yolka.

Do you want some cranberry juice? - Little Bear asked Donkey.

The donkey was almost completely asleep.

The clock should be striking now,” he muttered.

The hedgehog, carefully, so as not to spoil the dried dandelion, took a cup of cranberry juice in his right paw, and, stamping on his lower paw, began to chime the clock.

Bam! bam! bam! - he said.

It’s already three,” said Little Bear. - Now let me hit! He hit the floor with his paw three times and also said:

Bam! bam! bam!.. Now it’s your turn, Donkey!

The donkey hit the floor with his hoof three times, but said nothing.

Now it's me again! - Hedgehog shouted.

And everyone listened with bated breath to the last words: “Bam! bam! bam!

Hooray! - Little Bear shouted, and Donkey fell asleep completely.

Soon the Little Bear fell asleep too.

Only Hedgehog stood in the corner on a stool and didn’t know what to do. And he began to sing songs and sang them until the morning, so as not to fall asleep and not break his toys.

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Before the long days begin New Year holidays There is very little left, and you have work, preparation for the holidays, choosing gifts, and absolutely no time to rest, and maybe not even that “ New Year's mood", which everyone talks about so much.

Don't be sad! We have selected for you short stories and stories from your favorite authors that will improve your mood and won’t take up much time. Read on the run and enjoy the New Year and Christmas!

"Gifts of the Magi".

14 minutes

Readers know this story almost by heart, but still remember it on Christmas Eve year after year. The story of two “stupid children” who sacrificed the most expensive things for each other, has inspired us for more than a century. Its moral is this: no matter how poor you are, love makes you both rich and happy.

"New Year's holiday of father and little daughter."

11 minutes

A very short and bright story about a man who spent best years life for some labor unknown to the reader and who did not notice how his daughter grew up.

IN " New Year's holiday..." one feels the coldness and hopelessness that the author himself experienced in an unheated St. Petersburg room in the terrible year 1922, but there is also that warmth that only close people can give. In the case of Green's hero, this is his daughter, Tavinia Drap, and in the case of the writer himself, his wife Nina Mironova.

"Angel".

25 minutes

Sasha is a thirteen year old teenager from poor family, eccentric, embittered, accustomed to enduring beatings and insults. On Christmas Eve, he is invited to a Christmas party in a rich house, where the boy is surrounded by the clean and happy children of the owners. In addition to this, he sees his father's first love. The woman he still remembers.

But on Christmas, as we remember, miracles happen, and Sasha’s heart, which was still squeezed by an iron vice, melts when he looks at the toy angel. In an instant, his usual rudeness, hostility and callousness disappear.

"Christmas tree". Tove Jansson

15 minutes

A charming story about the unknown to science, but so beloved Moomintrolls. This time Tove Jansson described how a family familiar to readers celebrated Christmas. Not knowing what it is and how it is celebrated, the Moomin family managed to arrange a real holiday with a Christmas tree and gifts for whips (even more mysterious animals).

The story, of course, is for children, but adults will also enjoy re-reading it on New Year’s Eve.

"Anniversary". Narine Abgaryan

20 minutes

A realistic story, devoid of even a hint of magic, nevertheless leads to the most joyful New Year's thoughts. "Anniversary" is a story of friendship, old and new, breaking with an unpleasant past and hoping to fulfill all the promises made with the advent of the New Year.

"Not just for Christmas."

30 minutes

A fly in the ointment in our ointment: satirical story about how Christmas suddenly became a daily unbearable torture. At the same time, the whole essence of the holiday, its religious and moral overtones, came to naught because of people’s love for “tinsel.” Masterpiece from the laureate Nobel Prize based on the literature of Heinrich Böll.

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1 hour, 20 minutes

Both adults and children know that the blacksmith Vakula, for the sake of Oksana’s slippers, had to make a deal with the devil himself. “The Night Before Christmas” is the brightest, funniest and most atmospheric thing in Gogol’s cycle “Evenings on a Farm near Dikanka”, so don’t consider it difficult, set aside an hour and a half for the pleasure of spending time with your favorite characters.

Long winter evenings the most best activity- reading fairy tales. Winter tales for children- these are not only fascinating New Year's stories, but also magic, fabulous miracles and most interesting adventures. What winter tales can you recommend? For different ages, it will be different fairy tales. Therefore, we will divide our review into 2 parts:

• winter tales for kids
• amazing New Year's tales for schoolchildren.

Winter is a wonderful time of year. Despite the cold winds and angry blizzards, under a white blanket of snow in the forest, in the field, and even in the very center of the city, various unusual things can happen. So, I present to you my selections of winter tales.

Winter tales for kids

Winter tales for schoolchildren

This list includes fairy tales for primary school. These are wonderful and familiar New Year's fairy tales, which are more suitable for pre-New Year and Christmas reading to schoolchildren.

This list of books winter tales I could go on for a long time, but the ones I cited should also please your children and you, dear parents. I wish you a wonderful and interesting New Year's reading!