Russian folk tale “The Snow Maiden. Russian folk tale Snow Maiden with pictures and text

Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and grandmother. Everything was fine with them, only there were no children. And in winter, when there was a lot of rain, the old people decided to go outside and make a snow woman. No sooner said than done. They sculpted a beautiful snow girl, and suddenly she came to life. The Snow Maiden began to live with Grandfather and Grandmother. Their granddaughter grew up by leaps and bounds.
But now spring has come. The Snow Maiden's mood began to hide, she was away from the sun, and lurking in dark corners. The spring sun scared her very much. I stopped going out with my friends.

And then one day, the girlfriends came to invite the Snow Maiden to the forest, to pick berries, and just have fun. The Snow Maiden refused at first, but Grandfather and Grandmother intervened. The girlfriends walked around until dark, lit a fire and began jumping over it. It was the Snow Maiden's turn. She was afraid to jump, but encouraged by her friends, she decided to do it.

The Snow Maiden jumped over the fire. She screamed, steam came out and the Snow Maiden melted.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. We lived well, amicably. Everything would be fine, but one misfortune - they didn’t have children. Now the snowy winter has come, there are snowdrifts up to the waist, the children poured out into the street to play, and the old man and the old woman look at them from the window and think about their grief.

“Well, old woman,” says the old man, “let’s make ourselves a daughter out of snow.”
“Come on,” says the old woman.

The old man put on his hat, they went out into the garden and began to sculpt a daughter out of the snow. They rolled a snowball, fitted the arms and legs, and placed a snowy head on top. The old man sculpted a nose, mouth, and chin.

Lo and behold, the Snow Maiden’s lips turned pink, her eyes opened; she looks at the old people and smiles. Then she nodded her head, moved her arms and legs, shook off the snow - and walked out of the snowdrift live girl.
The old people were delighted and brought her to the hut. They look at her and can’t stop admiring her.

And the old people’s daughter began to grow by leaps and bounds; every day it becomes more and more beautiful. She herself is as white as snow, her braid is brown to the waist, but there is no blush at all.

The old people are not overjoyed at their daughter; they dote on her. My daughter is growing up smart, smart, and cheerful. Affectionate and friendly with everyone. And the Snow Maiden’s work is progressing in her hands, and if she sings a song, you will be heard.

Winter has passed. The spring sun has begun to warm up. The grass in the thawed patches turned green and the larks began to sing. And the Snow Maiden suddenly became sad.
- What’s wrong with you, daughter? - the old people ask. Why have you become so sad? Or are you feeling unwell?
- Nothing, father, nothing, mother, I’m healthy.
That's last snow melted, flowers bloomed in the meadows, birds flew in.
And the Snow Maiden is becoming sadder and more silent day by day. Hiding from the sun. All she needs is some shade and some cool air, or even better, some rain.

Once a black cloud moved in, large hail fell. The Snow Maiden rejoiced at the hail, like rolling pearls. And when the sun came out again and the hail melted, the Snow Maiden began to cry, so bitterly, like a sister by a brother.

After spring, summer came. The girls gathered for a walk in the grove, calling the Snow Maiden:
- Come with us, Snow Maiden, for a walk in the forest, sing songs, dance.
The Snow Maiden didn’t want to go into the forest, but the old woman persuaded her:
- Go, daughter, have fun with your friends!

The girls and the Snow Maiden came to the forest. They began to collect flowers, weave wreaths, sing songs, and lead round dances. Only Snow Maiden is still sad.

And as soon as it got light, they gathered some brushwood, built a fire, and started jumping over the fire one after another. Behind everyone, the Snow Maiden stood up.
She ran in her turn after her friends.

She jumped over the fire and suddenly melted and turned into a white cloud. A cloud rose high and disappeared in the sky. All the girlfriends heard was something plaintively moaning behind them: “Aw!” They turned around - but the Snow Maiden was not there.
They began to call her:
- Ay, ay, Snow Maiden!
Only an echo responded to them in the forest...

Russian folk tale in pictures. Illustrations.

Every thing happens in the world, everything is said about in a fairy tale. Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They had plenty of everything - a cow, a sheep, and a cat on the stove, but there were no children. They were very sad, they kept grieving. One day in winter there was knee-deep white snow. The neighborhood kids poured out into the street, sledding, throwing snowballs, and began making a snow woman.

The grandfather looked at them from the window, looked and said to the woman:
- What, wife, you’re sitting thoughtfully, looking at other people’s guys, let’s go and have some fun in our old age, we’ll make a snow woman too.
And the old woman probably also had a happy hour. - Well, let's go outside, grandfather. But why should we sculpt a woman? Let's sculpt a daughter, Snow Maiden.
No sooner said than done.
The old people went to the garden and let's sculpt a snow daughter. They sculpted a daughter, inserted two blue beads instead of eyes, made two dimples on her cheeks, and made a mouth out of a scarlet ribbon. How beautiful is the snowy daughter Snegurochka! Grandfather and woman look at her - they can’t stop looking at her; they admire her - they can’t stop looking at her. And the Snow Maiden’s mouth smiles, her hair curls.
The Snow Maiden moved her legs and arms, moved from her place and walked through the garden to the hut.
Grandfather and woman seemed to have lost their minds - they were rooted to the spot.
“Grandfather,” the woman shouts, “this is our living daughter, dear Snow Maiden!” And she rushed into the hut... That was such joy!
The Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds. Every day the Snow Maiden becomes more and more beautiful. Grandfather and woman will not look at her enough, they will not breathe enough. And the Snow Maiden is like a white snowflake, with eyes like blue beads, and a brown braid down to her waist. Only the Snow Maiden has no blush and not a speck of blood on her lips. And the Snow Maiden is so good!
Spring has come, it’s clear, the buds have swelled, the bees have flown into the field, the lark has begun to sing. All the guys are happy and happy, the girls are singing spring songs. But the Snow Maiden got bored, became sad, kept looking out the window, shedding tears.
So the red summer has come, the flowers have bloomed in the gardens, the grain is ripening in the fields...
The Snow Maiden frowns even more than ever, hides everything from the sun, would like to be in the shade and in the cold, and even better in the rain.
Grandfather and grandmother all gasp:
-Are you okay, daughter? - I'm healthy, grandma.
But she keeps hiding in a corner, she doesn’t want to go outside. Just once the girls gathered in the forest for berries - raspberries, blueberries, scarlet strawberries.
They began to invite the Snow Maiden with them:
- Let’s go, let’s go, Snow Maiden!.. - Let’s go, let’s go, friend!.. The Snow Maiden doesn’t want to go into the forest, the Snow Maiden doesn’t want to go into the sun. And then the grandfather and grandmother say:
- Go, go, Snow Maiden, go, go, baby, have fun with your friends.
The Snow Maiden took the box and went into the forest with her friends. Girlfriends walk through the forest, weave wreaths, dance in circles, and sing songs. And the Snow Maiden found a cold stream, sits next to it, looks into the water, fingers in fast water wets, drops, like pearls, plays.
So evening has come. The girls played around, put wreaths on their heads, lit a fire from brushwood, and began jumping over the fire. The Snow Maiden doesn’t want to jump... Yes, her friends pestered her. The Snow Maiden approached the fire... She stood trembling, there was not a single blood in her face, her brown braid was falling apart... The girlfriends shouted:
- Jump, jump, Snow Maiden!
The Snow Maiden ran and jumped...
It rustled over the fire, moaned pitifully, and the Snow Maiden was gone.
White steam stretched over the fire, curled into a cloud, and the cloud flew into the heights of heaven.
The Snow Maiden has melted...

Snow Maiden
Russian magical New Year's tale.

Once upon a time there lived an old man and an old woman. We lived well, amicably. Everything would be fine, but one misfortune - they didn’t have children.

Now the snowy winter has come, there are snowdrifts up to the waist, the children poured out into the street to play, and the old man and the old woman look at them from the window and think about their grief.

- “Well, old woman,” says the old man, “let’s make ourselves a daughter out of snow.”

- Come on, says the old woman.

The old man put on his hat, they went out into the garden and began to sculpt a daughter out of the snow. They rolled a snowball, fitted the arms and legs, and placed a snowy head on top. The old man sculpted a nose, mouth, and chin.

Lo and behold, the Snow Maiden’s lips turned pink, her eyes opened; she looks at the old people and smiles.

Then she nodded her head, moved her arms and legs, shook off the snow - and a living girl came out of the snowdrift.

The old people were delighted and brought her to the hut. They look at her and can’t stop admiring her.

And the old people’s daughter began to grow by leaps and bounds; every day it becomes more and more beautiful.

She herself is as white as snow, her braid is brown to the waist, but there is no blush at all.

The old people are not overjoyed at their daughter; they dote on her. My daughter is growing up smart, smart, and cheerful. Affectionate and friendly with everyone.

And the Snow Maiden’s work is progressing in her hands, and if she sings a song, you will be heard.

Winter has passed. The spring sun has begun to warm up. The grass in the thawed patches turned green and the larks began to sing.

And the Snow Maiden suddenly became sad.

- What's wrong with you, daughter? - the old people ask. - Why have you become so sad? Or are you feeling unwell?

- Nothing, father, nothing, mother, I’m healthy.

The last snow has melted, flowers have bloomed in the meadows, and birds have flown in.

And the Snow Maiden is becoming sadder and more silent day by day. Hiding from the sun. All she needs is some shade and some cool air, or even better, some rain.

Once a black cloud moved in, large hail fell. The Snow Maiden rejoiced at the hail, like rolling pearls.

And when the sun came out again and the hail melted, the Snow Maiden began to cry, so bitterly, like a sister by a brother.

After spring, summer came. The girls gathered for a walk in the grove, calling the Snow Maiden:

- Come with us, Snow Maiden, for a walk in the forest, sing songs, dance.

The Snow Maiden didn’t want to go into the forest, but the old woman persuaded her:

- Go, daughter, have fun with your friends!

The girls and the Snow Maiden came to the forest. They began to collect flowers, weave wreaths, sing songs, and lead round dances.

Only Snow Maiden is still sad.

And as soon as it got light, they gathered some brushwood, built a fire, and started jumping over the fire one after another. Behind everyone, the Snow Maiden stood up.

She ran in her turn after her friends.

She jumped over the fire and suddenly melted and turned into a white cloud. A cloud rose high and disappeared in the sky.

All the girlfriends heard was something plaintively moaning behind them: “Aw!”

They turned around - but the Snow Maiden was not there.

They began to call her:

- Aw! Hey, Snow Maiden!

Only an echo responded to them in the forest...

When the old man and the old woman found out about this, they began to cry and lament:

- Who did you leave us for, our beloved Snow Maiden?

And suddenly, as if from somewhere far away, they heard the voice of the Snow Maiden:

- Don’t cry, grandfather and grandmother, don’t grieve, I can’t live with you in the summer, I’m hot from the summer sun. Just don’t forget me - I will return to you as soon as the first snow falls.

The old man and the old woman couldn’t believe their ears, they thought it was their imagination. They just began to look forward to the arrival of winter.

The hot summer has passed, and autumn has passed...

One morning an old man and an old woman woke up and saw through the window that the whole earth was covered with white, fluffy sparkling snow.

They ran out into the street, and the Snow Maiden was coming towards them, beautiful and pretty, smiling, waving her hands welcomingly.

There was such joy throughout the whole village!

And on New Year Santa Claus himself came to them. Dashingly flew on his troika with bells through the village, stopping the horses at the house of the old man, the old woman and the Snow Maiden.

He distributed gifts to the whole village, congratulated everyone, and gave the old man and woman a new hut. Yes what! About two floors, with bright windows, with a carved porch. Near the house there is a large Christmas tree, all decorated with toys, shining with colorful lights.

The whole village celebrated the New Year joyfully, went to visit each other, sledded, and danced around the Christmas tree.

Since then, it has been like this - with the first snow, the Snow Maiden returns, and at the beginning of the hot summer, she again flies away like a white cloud to the cold North.

The old man and the old woman have been waiting for her all summer, picking mushrooms and berries, making jam, storing apples for the winter... And as soon as the first snow falls, they immediately prepare pies and treats for the meeting of their Snow Maiden.

If you are in that village for New Year, you will also be able to play snowballs with Snow Maiden and the village children, make a snowman, and ride in a sleigh with Santa Claus.

And the old man and the old woman will treat you to tea with different delicious pies- and with apples, and with blueberry and strawberry jam...

Every thing happens in the world, everything is said about in a fairy tale. Once upon a time there lived a grandfather and a woman. They had plenty of everything - a cow, a sheep, and a cat on the stove, but there were no children. They were very sad, they kept grieving. One day in winter there was knee-deep white snow. The neighborhood kids poured out into the street, sledding, throwing snowballs, and began making a snow woman. The grandfather looked at them from the window, looked and said to the woman:

Why, wife, you’re sitting thoughtfully, looking at other people’s guys, let’s go and have some fun in our old age, we’ll make a snow woman too.

And the old woman probably also had a happy hour. - Well, let's go outside, grandfather. But why should we sculpt a woman? Let's sculpt a daughter, Snow Maiden.

No sooner said than done.

The old people went to the garden and let's sculpt a snow daughter. They sculpted a daughter, inserted two blue beads instead of eyes, made two dimples on her cheeks, and made a mouth out of a scarlet ribbon. How beautiful is the snowy daughter Snegurochka! Grandfather and woman look at her - they can’t stop looking at her; they admire her - they can’t stop looking at her. And the Snow Maiden’s mouth smiles, her hair curls.

The Snow Maiden moved her legs and arms, moved from her place and walked through the garden to the hut.

Grandfather and woman seemed to have lost their minds - they were rooted to the spot.

Grandfather, - the woman screams, - yes, this is our living daughter, dear Snow Maiden! And she rushed into the hut... That was such joy!

The Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds. Every day the Snow Maiden becomes more and more beautiful. Grandfather and woman will not look at her enough, they will not breathe enough. And the Snow Maiden is like a white snowflake, with eyes like blue beads, and a brown braid down to her waist. Only the Snow Maiden has no blush and not a speck of blood on her lips. And the Snow Maiden is so good!

Spring has come, it’s clear, the buds have swelled, the bees have flown into the field, the lark has begun to sing. All the guys are happy and happy, the girls are singing spring songs. But the Snow Maiden got bored, became sad, kept looking out the window, shedding tears.

So the red summer has come, the flowers have bloomed in the gardens, the grain is ripening in the fields...

The Snow Maiden frowns even more than ever, hides everything from the sun, would like to be in the shade and in the cold, and even better in the rain.

Grandfather and grandmother all gasp:

Are you well, daughter? - I'm healthy, grandma.

But she keeps hiding in a corner, she doesn’t want to go outside. Just once the girls gathered in the forest for berries - raspberries, blueberries, scarlet strawberries.

They began to invite the Snow Maiden with them:

Let's go, let's go, Snow Maiden!.. - Let's go, let's go, friend!.. The Snow Maiden doesn't want to go into the forest, the Snow Maiden doesn't want to go into the sun. And then the grandfather and grandmother say:

Go, go, Snow Maiden, go, go, baby, have fun with your friends.

The Snow Maiden took the box and went into the forest with her friends. Girlfriends walk through the forest, weave wreaths, dance in circles, and sing songs. And the Snow Maiden found a cold stream, sits next to it, looks into the water, wets her fingers in the fast water, plays with the drops, like pearls.

So evening has come. The girls played around, put wreaths on their heads, lit a fire from brushwood, and began jumping over the fire. The Snow Maiden doesn’t want to jump... Yes, her friends pestered her. The Snow Maiden approached the fire... She stood trembling, there was not a single blood in her face, her brown braid was falling apart... The girlfriends shouted:

Jump, jump, Snow Maiden!

The Snow Maiden ran and jumped...

It rustled over the fire, moaned pitifully, and the Snow Maiden was gone.

White steam stretched over the fire, curled into a cloud, and the cloud flew into the heights of heaven.

The Snow Maiden has melted...