A fairy tale where the main character is a sunflower. How a sunflower helped a person. A story about the past, present and future. A fairy tale story about a wild or cultivated plant
The young sunflower stalk did not remember how it broke through the ground as a thin sprout. Some powerful force pushed him to the surface, and now he is basking in the sun, admiring the huge and wonderful world where there is so much light, where it is so cozy and warm.
“We need to grow, we need to reach up,” thinks the little Sunflower, a little drunk from hot sun rays. - Well, another centimeter closer to the light, again and again ... "
And life is in full swing around: multi-colored butterflies flutter, hard-working bees buzz merrily, flying from flower to flower, a grasshopper sings its monotonous song in the grass, and a fluffy cat sleeps peacefully under a lilac bush.
And what is this beautiful creature with transparent wings and huge eyes? It looks like a dragonfly. It easily falls on a neighboring flower and freezes in the sun.
- Hey there! How are you?
“Okay,” she replies. - I was in a meadow by the river, flying a race.
- And what is it, the river?
- The water in it is transparent and shimmers with all the colors of the rainbow on a sunny day.
“Probably beautiful,” the sunflower thinks and looks around: everything rejoices and rejoices in warmth and light!
Here comes the hostess. Now she will take a watering can, life-giving moisture will water the earth, and all the plants will rush upward even more.
So he grew, becoming taller and stronger. Its juicy bright green leaves spread out powerfully on the sides, and its small red head was filled with seeds.
“Be like the sun, become like the sun,” something inside him seemed to say. And it stretched and stretched upward, bathed in rays of sunlight and warmth.
But one day, when the clouds covered the sun, he put his head down. There, in the darkness, the rest of the plants huddled close to each other, drooping, pale ... The sunflower felt very sorry for them, and he decided to give them all the light, all the warmth that he had accumulated. It seemed that it was no longer the sun, but he, the sunflower, warms everyone around.
And then the wind parted the clouds, gentle rays again fell to the ground, and darkness, like a snake, crawled under a high fence, because there was no place left for it on earth. The sunflower, along with the sun, gave love, and its yellow crown was visible from everywhere.
A brother and sister were standing nearby.
“Look,” the girl said, pointing to the sunflower, “little sun!
Svetlana Khrenova
Drawings: Irina Bondarenko
Tale about sunflower seed for children anxious, experiencing fears, loneliness
A large family of seeds lived in a garden on a tall sunflower. They lived together and happily.
One day - it was at the end of summer - they were awakened by strange sounds. It was the voice of the Wind. He rustled louder and louder.
“It's time! It's time!! It's time!!!" called the wind.
The seeds suddenly realized that it was really time for them to leave the basket of their native sunflower. They hurried and began to say goodbye to each other.
Some were taken by the birds, others flew away with the wind, and the most impatient jumped out of the basket themselves. Those who remained were enthusiastically discussing the upcoming journey and the unknown that awaited them. They knew that some extraordinary transformation awaited them.
Only one seed was sad. He did not want to leave his native basket, which was warmed by the sun all summer and in which it was so cozy.
- Where are you in a hurry? You've never left home before and don't know what's out there! I'm not going anywhere! I will stay here! - it said.
Brothers and sisters laughed at the seed, said:
- You are a coward! How can you refuse such a trip?
And every day there were less and less of them in the basket.
And then, finally, the day came when the seed was left alone in the basket. No one laughed at him anymore, no one called him a coward, but no one called him anymore with them either. The seed suddenly felt so lonely! Oh! Well, why didn't it leave the basket with its brothers and sisters!
"Am I really a coward?" thought the seed.
Rain is coming. And then it got colder, and the wind became angry and no longer whispered, but whistled: “Hurry-s-s-s-s-s-s!”. The sunflower bent to the ground under the gusts of wind. The seed was afraid to remain in the basket, which seemed to be about to come off the stem and roll to no one knows where.
“What will happen to me? Where will the wind take me? Will I never see my brothers and sisters again? it asked itself. - I want to be with them. I don't want to be here alone. Can't I overcome my fear?"
And then the seed decided. "Come what may!" - and, having gathered strength, jumped down.
The wind picked it up so it wouldn't bruise, and gently lowered it to the soft ground. The ground was warm, somewhere above the Wind was already howling, but from here its noise seemed like a lullaby. It was safe here. It was as cozy here as it had once been in a basket of sunflowers, and the seed, tired and exhausted, imperceptibly fell asleep.
A seed woke up in early spring. I woke up and didn't recognize myself. Now it was no longer a seed, but a tender green sprout that stretched towards the gentle sun. And around there were many of the same sprouts, into which his brothers and sisters-seeds turned.
They were all happy to meet again, and they were especially happy about our seed. And now no one called him a coward. Everyone told him:
- Well done! You were so brave! After all, you were left alone, and there was no one to support you.
Everyone was proud of him. And the seed was very happy.
From book "Labyrinths of the Soul"
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O. Khukhlaeva "Labyrinths of the Soul"
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I will take you along, to the land of sunflowers,
To a country where clouds of smiles...
Roads carved with traces of warm drops,
Rains that fly from high.
Where butterflies live in everyone's eyes
And the residents went a little crazy
Where they exist only hand in hand
Not letting go of each other for centuries.
I will take you to the land of sunflowers
To a country where we will always be happy.
Where the cloud will be our home
Noticeable, only to us from afar. author Lyubov Legkodimova
When someone says the word , you involuntarily smile. It's not for nothing that he was called that. Bright heads of flowers seem to look with such surprise and delight from their height, and rejoice at everything that happens. And the yellow-orange rays of sunflower petals are wide open like big eyelashes. They are with such charm and interest, stretching up to the sun.
The stalk grows high, and, in quivering tenderness, everyone stretches and reaches for the sun and dreams of merging with it together. As soon as the first rays of the sun touch the sunflower petals, they kiss timidly. But, then the sun kisses so hotly that the sunflower, exhausted from this heat, lowers its head in thought. Such an unbearable... In the evening, the sunflower escorts the sun beyond the horizon, which says goodbye to it with a crimson sunset, and in the morning again gently touches it with its rays.
The sunflower is very happy with the sun and again, with all her love, reaches for it. But at noon, the tender petals begin to burn again. This is too passionate and unbearable love. And so it goes on for days...
The sunflower does not know the answer why the sun loves him so much, but every time he burns him with his hot rays. Tears of despair and resentment quietly roll down the tender petals.
Then the sunflower is filled with seeds, which are poured. The sunflower is now hard to reach for the sun, and he just looks around. And he notices that there are many little suns just like him, who look at him with surprise. After all, they also loved the sun, but did not notice anyone nearby.
Age: 3-5 years.
Orientation: Anxiety and anxiety associated with separation from the mother and entry into the children's team ( kindergarten). Fear of independence, general timidity.
Key phrase: "Don't go. I'm afraid!"
A large family of seeds lived in a garden on a tall sunflower. They lived together and happily.
One day - it was at the end of summer - they were awakened by strange sounds. It was the voice of the Wind. He rustled louder and louder. “It's time! It's time!! It's time!" - called the Wind.
The seeds suddenly realized that it was really time for them to leave the basket of their native sunflower. They hurried and began to say goodbye to each other.
Some were taken by the birds, others flew away with the wind, and the most impatient jumped out of the basket themselves. Those who remained were enthusiastically discussing the upcoming journey and the unknown that awaited them. They knew that some extraordinary transformation awaited them.
Only one seed was sad. He did not want to leave his native basket, which was warmed by the sun all summer and in which it was so cozy.
“Where are you in a hurry? You've never left home before and don't know what's out there! I'm not going anywhere! I'll stay here!" it said.
Brothers and sisters laughed at the seed, said: “You are a coward! How can you refuse such a trip? And every day there were less and less of them in the basket.
And then, finally, the day came when the seed was left alone in the basket. No one laughed at him anymore, no one called him a coward, but no one called him anymore with them either. The seed suddenly felt so lonely! Oh! Well, why didn't it leave the basket with its brothers and sisters! “Maybe I really am a coward?” thought the seed.
Rain is coming. And then it got colder, and the wind became angry and no longer whispered, but whistled: “Hurry-s-s-s-s-s-s!”. The sunflower bent to the ground under the gusts of wind. The seed was afraid to remain in the basket, which seemed to be about to come off the stem and roll to no one knows where.
“What will happen to me? Where will the wind take me? Will I never see my brothers and sisters again? - it asked itself. - I want to be with them. I don't want to be here alone. Can't I overcome my fear?"
And then the seed decided. "Be what will be!" - "and, gathering strength, jumped down.
The wind picked it up so it wouldn't bruise, and gently lowered it to the soft ground. The ground was warm, somewhere above the Wind was already howling, but from here its noise seemed like a lullaby. It was safe here. It was as cozy here as it had once been in a basket of sunflowers, and the seed, tired and exhausted, imperceptibly fell asleep.
A seed woke up in early spring. I woke up and didn't recognize myself. Now it was no longer a seed, but a tender green sprout that stretched towards the gentle sun. And around there were many of the same sprouts, into which his brothers and sisters-seeds turned.
They were all glad to meet again, and especially they rejoiced at our seed. And now no one called him a coward. Everyone told him: “You are great! You were so brave! After all, you were left alone, and there was no one to support you. Everyone was proud of him.
And the seed was very happy.
Issues for discussion
What was the seed afraid of? What did the seed choose to do? Did it do the right thing or not? What would happen if the seed continued to be afraid?
