Zinka was a young titmouse, and she did not have her own nest. All day long she flew from place to place, jumped over fences, over branches, over roofs, tit people are lively. And in the evening he will look after himself an empty hollow or some kind of crack under the roof, hide there, fluff his feathers more magnificently, and somehow sleep through the night. But once in the middle of winter she was lucky to find a free sparrow's nest. It was placed above the window behind the window. Inside was a whole feather bed of soft fluff. And for the first time, as she flew out of her native nest, Zinka fell asleep in warmth and peace. Suddenly at night she was awakened by a loud noise. There was noise in the house, a bright light beat from the window. Titmouse was frightened, jumped out of the nest and, clinging to the frame with her claws, looked out the window. There in the room stood a large Christmas tree, right up to the ceiling, all in lights, and in snow, and in toys. All around her, children jumped and screamed. Zinka had never seen people behave like this at night before. After all, she was born only last summer and still did not know much in the world. She fell asleep long after midnight, when the people in the house finally calmed down and the light went out in the window. And in the morning, Zinka was awakened by a cheerful, loud cry of sparrows. She flew out of the nest and asked them: Are you sparrows screaming? And people were making noise all night long, they didn’t let me sleep. What happened? How? The sparrows were surprised. Don't you know what day it is? Because today New Year, that's all and rejoice and the people and we. How is it New Year? did not understand the titmouse. Oh, you yellow-mouthed! chirped the sparrows. Why, this is the biggest holiday of the year! The sun returns to us and begins its calendar. Today is the first day of January. And what is "January", "calendar"? Fu, how small you are! sparrows were indignant. Calendar is the schedule of the sun for the whole year. The year consists of months, and January is its first month, the spout of the year. It is followed by another ten months as long as people have fingers on their front paws: February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November. And the most last month, twelfth, tail of the year December. Remember? No, no, said the titmouse. Where can you remember so much at once! "Nose", "ten fingers" and "tail" remembered. And they are all called painfully tricky. Listen to me, said Old Sparrow then. You fly yourself through gardens, fields and forests, fly and look closely at what is happening around. And when you hear that the month is ending, fly to me. I live here, in this house under the roof. I'll tell you what each month is called. You will memorize all of them one by one. Thank you! Zinka was delighted. I will certainly fly to you every month. Goodbye! And she flew and flew for thirty days, and on the thirty-first she returned and told Old Sparrow everything she noticed. And the Old Sparrow said to her: Well, remember: January the first month of the year begins with a fun Christmas tree for the guys. Every day the sun starts to rise earlier and go to bed later. The light is coming day by day, and the frost is getting stronger. The sky is all cloudy. And when the sun peeps through, you, titmouse, want to sing. And you quietly try your voice: "Zin-zin-tyu! Zin-zin-tyu!"

FEBRUARY

The sun came out again, so cheerful, bright. It even warmed a little, icicles hung from the roofs, and water flowed over them. "So spring begins," Zinka decided. Formed and sang loudly: Zin-zin-tang! Zin-zin-tang! Take off your coat! Early, little bird, sang, Old Sparrow told her. See how much frost it will be. We'll pay more. Well, yes! did not believe Sinichkao. I’ll fly to the forest today, find out what news is there. And flew. She really liked the forest: so many trees! Nothing that all the branches are covered with snow, and whole snowdrifts are piled on the wide paws of the fir trees. It's even very beautiful. And if you jump onto a branch, the snow falls and sparkles with multi-colored sparks. Zinka jumped on the branches, shook off the snow from them and examined the bark. Her eye is sharp, lively does not miss a single crack. Zinka puts a bale with a sharp nose into a crack, gouges a wider hole and drags some insect-bug out from under the bark. Many insects stuff themselves under the bark for the winter - from the cold. Zinka will pull it out and eat it. That's how it feeds. And she notices that around. Looks: wood mouse jumped out from under the snow. Trembling, all ruffled. What are you? Zinka asks. Fu, scared! says the wood mouse. She caught her breath and said: I was running in a pile of brushwood under the snow, but suddenly I fell into a deep hole. And this, it turns out, is a bear's lair. A bear lies in it, and she has two tiny newborn cubs. It’s good that they were fast asleep, they didn’t notice me. Zinka flew further into the forest; I met a woodpecker, a red hat. Made friends with him. With his strong faceted nose, he breaks large pieces of bark, and gets fat larvae. Titmouse after him, too, something falls. Zinka flies after a woodpecker, a cheerful bell rings through the forest: Every day everything is brighter, everything is more fun, everything is more fun! Suddenly there was a hiss all around, a drifting snow ran through the forest, the forest hummed, and it became dark in it, as in the evening. Out of nowhere, the wind blew up, the trees swayed, snowdrifts flew from the spruce paws, snow sprinkled, curled - a blizzard began. Zinka subsided, shrunk into a ball, and the wind was tearing her off the branch, ruffling her feathers and freezing her body under them. It’s good that the woodpecker let her into his spare hollow, otherwise the titmouse would have disappeared. A blizzard raged day and night, and when Zinka subsided and looked out of the hollow, she did not recognize the forest, so it was covered with snow. Hungry wolves flashed through the trees, bogged down belly-deep in the loose snow. Below, under the trees, boughs, broken off by the wind, were lying, black, with peeled bark. Zinka flew to one of them to look for insects under the bark. Suddenly from under the snow a beast! Jumped out and sat down. Himself all white, ears with black dots holds upright. He sits in a column, his eyes bulging at Zinka. Zinka's wings were taken away from fear. Who are you? squeaked. I am white. Hare I. And who are you? Ah, hare! Zinka was delighted. Then I'm not afraid of you. I am a tit. At least she had never seen hares in her eyes before, but she had heard that they did not eat birds and were afraid of everyone themselves. Do you live here, on earth? asked Zinka. I live here. Why, it will completely snow you here! And I'm glad. The blizzard covered all the traces and brought me so the wolves ran nearby, but they didn’t find me. Zinka also made friends with a hare. So she lived in the forest for a whole month, and everything was: either snow, or a blizzard, or even the sun would peek out, the day would be fine, but still cold. She flew to the Old Sparrow, told him everything she noticed, and he says: Remember: blizzards and snowstorms flew in February. In February, wolves are fierce, and bear cubs will be born in a bear's lair. The sun shines more cheerfully and longer, but the frosts are still strong. Now fly into the field.

MARCH

 Zintka flew into the field. After all, a titmouse can live wherever you want: if there were at least bushes, and she will feed herself. In the field, in the bushes, gray partridges lived - such beautiful field hens with a chocolate horseshoe on their chests. A whole flock of them lived here, digging grains from under the snow. And where do you sleep? Zinka asked them. And you do as we do, say partridges. Look here. They all rose on wings, scattered more quickly yes, boom from flying into the snow! Snow loose, sprinkled and covered them. And no one will see them from above, and they are warm there, on the ground, under the snow. "Well, no," thinks Zinka, "titmouse don't know how to do that. I'll look for a better place to sleep." I found a wicker basket thrown by someone in the bushes, climbed into it, and fell asleep there. And it's good that she did. The day was sunny. The snow at the top melted, became loose. And at night the frost hit. In the morning Zinka woke up, waiting where are the partridges? They are nowhere to be seen. And where they dived into the snow in the evening, the crust shines - an ice crust. Zinka understood what trouble the partridges got into: now they are sitting, as if in prison, under an icy roof and cannot get out. Everyone will disappear there under it! What to do here? Why, titmouse are a fighting people. Zinka flew to the crust and let's peck him with her strong, sharp nose. And she gouged, made a big hole. And released partridges from prison. So they praised her, thanked her! They brought her grains, various seeds: Live with us, don't fly anywhere! She lived. And the sun is brighter day by day, hotter day by day. Melting, melting snow in the field. And there is so little of it left that partridges can no longer spend the night in it: the chalk has become. Partridges moved to the bushes to sleep, under Zinka's basket. And then, finally, in the field on the hillocks, land appeared. And how happy everyone was! Not even three days have passed here - out of nowhere, black rooks with white noses are already sitting on the thawed patches. Hello! You are welcome! Important ones walk around, gleam with a tight feather, pick the earth with their noses: worms and larvae are dragged from it. And soon after them both larks and starlings flew in, filled with songs. Zinka rings with joy, slaps: Zin-zin-na! Zin-zin-na! Spring is upon us! Spring is upon us! War is upon us! So with this song I flew to the Old Sparrow. And he said to her: Yes. This is the month of March. The rooks have arrived, which means that spring has really begun. Spring starts in the field. Now fly to the river.

APRIL

 Zinka flew to the river. He flies over the field, he flies over the meadow, he hears: everywhere the streams sing. Streams are singing, streams are running, everyone is going to the river. She flew to the river, and the river is terrible: the ice turned blue on it, water protrudes near the banks. Zinka sees: every day, more streams run to the river. A stream will make its way along the ravine imperceptibly under the snow and from the shore jump into the river! And soon a lot of streams, streams and streams crowded into the river hid under the ice. Then a thin black-and-white bird flew in, runs along the shore, shakes its long tail, squeaks: Pi-lik! Pi-lik! What are you squeaking! asks Zinka. Why are you waving your tail? Pi-lik! replies a thin bird. Don't you know my name? Icebreaker. Now I’ll swing my tail, and as soon as I crack it on the ice, the ice will burst, and the river will flow. Well, yes! Zinka did not believe. Boasting. Oh so! says a thin bird. Pi-lik! And let's swing the ponytail even more. Then suddenly it thumps somewhere up the river, as if from a cannon! The icebreaker fluttered and, in fright, flapped its wings so that in one minute it disappeared from sight. And Zinka sees: the ice cracked like glass. These are streams everything that ran into the river, how they strained, pressed from below the ice and burst. It burst and broke up into ice floes, large and small. The river has gone. she went and went, and no one can stop her. Ice floes rocked on it, swam, ran, circled each other, and those on the side were pushed ashore. At that moment, every water bird swooped in, as if somewhere nearby, around the corner, were waiting: ducks, gulls, sandpipers. And, lo and behold, the Icebreaker returned, mincing along the shore with its little legs, shaking its tail. Everyone is squealing, shouting, having fun. Who catches a fish, dives into the water after it, who pokes his nose into the mud, looking for something there, who catches flies over the shore. Zin-zin-ho! Zin-zin-ho! Ice drift, ice drift! sang Zinka. And she flew off to tell Old Sparrow what she had seen on the river. And the old Sparrow said to her: You see: first spring comes to the field, and then to the river. Remember: the month in which our rivers are freed from ice is called April. And now fly back to the forest: you will see what will happen there. And Zinka quickly flew into the forest.

MAY

 The forest was still full of snow. He hid under bushes and trees, and it was difficult for the sun to reach him there. The rye sown since autumn had long since turned green in the field, but the forest was still bare. But it was already fun in it, not like in winter. Many different birds flew in, and they all fluttered between the trees, jumped on the ground and sang, sang on the branches, on the tops of the trees and in the air. The sun now rose very early, went to bed late, and shone so diligently on everyone on earth and warmed them so much that it became easy to live. The little titmouse no longer had to take care of the lodging for the night: if he finds a free hollow - well, he won't find it - and so he will spend the night somewhere on a branch or in a thicket. And once in the evening it seemed to her that the forest was in fog. A light greenish fog enveloped all the birches, aspens, and alders. And when the next day the sun rose over the forest, on every birch, on every branch, little green fingers seemed to appear: it was the leaves that began to bloom. This is where the forest festival began. The nightingale whistled and chirped in the bushes. Frogs purred and croaked in every puddle. Trees and lilies of the valley bloomed. May beetles buzzed between the branches. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower. The cuckoo chirped loudly. Zinka’s friend, the red-capped woodpecker, didn’t even grieve that he couldn’t sing: he would find a drier twig and drum on it so famously with his nose that a ringing drum roll could be heard throughout the forest. And wild pigeons rose high above the forest and performed dizzying tricks in the air and flew dead. Everyone had fun in their own way, as best they could. Zinka was curious about everything. Zinka kept pace everywhere and rejoiced along with everyone. In the mornings, at dawn, Zinka heard someone's loud cries, as if someone was blowing trumpets somewhere beyond the forest. She flew in that direction and now she sees: a swamp, moss and moss, and pines grow on it. And they walk on a bobot like that big birds, which Zinka had never seen before, straight from the height of rams, and their necks are long, long. Suddenly they raised their necks like trumpets, and how they trumpeted, how they thundered: Trrr-rr-u! Trrr-rr! Completely stunned the titmouse. Then one spread his wings and his fluffy tail, bowed to the ground to his neighbors, and suddenly began to dance: he began to laugh, trotted his legs and went in a circle, all in a circle; then he will throw out one leg, then the other, then he will bow, then he will jump, then he will squat down scream! And others look at him, gathered around, flapping their wings at once. There was no one to ask Zinka in the forest what kind of giant birds they were, and she flew to the city to the Old Sparrow. And the Old Sparrow said to her: These are cranes; birds are serious, respectable, and now you see what they are doing. Because it is that the merry month of May has come, and the forest is dressed, and all the flowers are blooming, and all the birds are singing. The sun now warmed everyone and gave bright joy to everyone.

JUNE

 Zinka decided: “Today I’ll fly to all places: to the forest, and to the field, and to the river ... I’ll examine everything.” First of all, I visited my old friend, the red-capped woodpecker. And as soon as he saw her from afar, he shouted: Kik! Kik! Away, away! Here are my possessions! Zinka was very surprised. And she was strongly offended by the woodpecker: here's a friend for you! I remembered the field partridges, gray, with chocolate horseshoes on their chests. I flew to them in the field, looking for partridges they are not in the old place! But there was a whole flock. Where did everyone go? She flew and flew across the field, searched and searched, forcibly found one cockerel: sitting in the rye, and the rye is already high, shouting: Chir-vik! Chir-wick! Zinka to him. And he told her: Chir-vik! Chir-wick! Chichire! Get out, get out of here! How so! the titmouse got angry. How long ago did I save you all from death released from the ice prison, and now you don’t let me even close to you? Chir-vir! the partridge cockerel was embarrassed. True, she saved me from death. We remember all this. But still, fly away from me: now the time is different, this is how I want to fight! Well, the birds have no tears, otherwise Zinka would probably cry, she was so offended, she became so bitter! She turned silently, flew to the river. Flies over the bushes, suddenly out of the bushes a gray beast! Zinka shied away. Didn't know? laughs the beast. But we are old friends. Who are you? asks Zinka. Hare I. Belyak. What kind of white are you when you are gray? I remember a hare: he is all white, only black on his ears. I am white in winter: so that I cannot be seen in the snow. And in the summer I'm gray. Well, we got talking. Nothing, they did not quarrel with him. And then the Old Sparrow explained to Zinka, This is the month of June the beginning of summer. All of us, the birds, have nests at this time, and in the nests there are precious eggs and chicks. We do not let anyone near our nests, neither enemy nor friend: and a friend can accidentally break an egg. Animals also have cubs, animals also will not let anyone into their hole. One hare without worries: lost his kids all over the forest, and forgot to think about them. Why, hares need a hare mother only in the first days: they will drink mother's milk for several days, and then they themselves crammed grass. Now, - added the Old Sparrow, the sun is at its strongest, and he has the longest working day. Now everyone on earth will find something to stuff their tummies with.

JULY

 Since the Christmas tree, said the Old Sparrow, six months have already passed, exactly half a year. Remember that the second half of the year begins at the height of summer. And now the month of July has gone. And this is the most good month both for chicks and for animals, because there is a lot of everything around: and sunlight , and warmth, and various delicious food. Thank you, Zinka said. And flew. "It's time for me to settle down," she thought. "There's a lot of hollows in the forest. I'll borrow whatever free one I like, and I'll live in it with my house!" I thought of something, but it was not so easy to do it. All hollows in the forest are occupied. All nests have chicks. Who else has babies, naked, who has a cannon, and who has feathers, but still yellow-mouthed, they squeak all day long, they ask for food. Parents are busy, flying back and forth, catching flies, mosquitoes, catching butterflies, collecting worm caterpillars, but they don’t eat themselves: they all carry chicks. And nothing: they don’t complain, they still sing songs. Zinka is bored alone. "Let me," he thinks, "I'll help someone feed the chicks. They'll thank me." She found a butterfly on a spruce, grabbed it in her beak, looking for someone to give it to. He hears small goldfinches squeak on the oak, there their nest is on a branch. Zinka hurry there and put the butterfly into one goldfinch's gaping mouth. The goldfinch took a sip, but the butterfly does not climb: it hurts too much. Stupid chick tries, chokes nothing comes out. And he began to choke. Zinka screams in fright, does not know what to do. Here the goldfinch has arrived. Now times! grabbed the baby, pulled the goldfinch out of the throat and threw it away. And Zinke says: March from here! You almost killed my baby bird. Is it possible to give a small whole butterfly? She didn't even take off her wings! Zinka rushed into the thicket, hid there: she was both ashamed and offended. Then she flew through the forest for many days, no, no one accepts her in her company! And every day, more guys come to the forest. All with baskets, cheerful; they go they sing songs, and then they disperse and pick berries: both in their mouths and in baskets. The raspberries are already ripe. Zinka keeps spinning around them, flies from branch to branch, and the little tit is more fun with the guys, even though she does not understand their language, and they do not understand her. And it happened once: one little girl climbed into the raspberry bush, walked quietly, took the berries. And Zinka flutters through the trees above her. And suddenly he sees: a big scary bear in a raspberry bush. The girl just approaches him, does not see him. And he does not see her: he also picks berries. He will blow a bush with his paw and into his mouth. “Right now,” Zinka thinks, “a girl will stumble upon him, the monster will eat her up! She must be saved, she must be saved!” And she screamed from the tree in her own way, in blue: Zin-zin-ven! Girl, girl! Here is a bear. Run away! The girl did not pay any attention to her: she did not understand a word. And the scary bear understood: he immediately reared up, looked around: where is the girl? "Well," Zinka decided, "the little one is gone!" And the bear saw the girl, sank down on all four paws, and how he rushed away from her through the bushes! Zinka was surprised: "I wanted to save the girl from the bear, but she saved the bear from the girl! Such a monster, but she is afraid of the little man!" Since then, meeting the guys in the forest, the titmouse sang a ringing song to them: Zin-zan-le! Zan-zin-le! Who gets up early, He takes mushrooms for himself, And drowsy and lazy They go after nettles. This little girl, from whom the bear ran away, always came into the forest first and left the forest with a full basket.

AUGUST

 After July, said Old Sparrow, comes August. The third and mind you this is the last month of summer. August, repeated Zinka. And she began to think about what she should do this month. Well, yes, she was a titmouse, and titmouses cannot sit in one place for a long time. They would all flutter and jump, climb the branches either up or down with their heads. You don't think so much. Lived a little in the city bored. And she herself did not notice how she again found herself in the forest. She found herself in the forest and wonders: what happened to all the birds there? Just now everyone was chasing her, they didn’t let her close to themselves and their chicks, and now she only hears: “Zinka, fly to us!”, “Zinka, come here!”, “Zinka, fly with us!”, “Zinka, Zinka, Zinka! Looks all the nests are empty, all the hollows are free, all the chicks have grown up and learned to fly. Children and parents all live together, so they fly in broods, and no one sits still, and they no longer need nests. And everyone is happy with the guest: it’s more fun to roam in the company. Zinka will stick to one, then to another; he will spend one day with crested titmouses, the other with fluffy chickadees. Lives carefree: warm, light, food as much as you want. And Zinka was surprised when she met the squirrel and talked to her. Looks the squirrel has descended from the tree to the ground and is looking for something in the grass there. I found a mushroom, grabbed it in my teeth and march with it back to the tree. I found a sharp twig there, poked a mushroom at it, but I didn’t eat it: I galloped on. And again on the ground look for mushrooms. Zinka flew up to her and asked: What are you doing, squirrel? Why don't you eat mushrooms, but stick them on knots? How why? answers protein. I collect for the future, dry in reserve. Winter will come you will be lost without a supply. Here Zinka began to notice: not only squirrels, many little animals collect supplies for themselves. Mice, voles, hamsters drag grain from the field behind their cheeks into their minks, stuff their pantries there. Zinka also began to hide something for a rainy day; he will find tasty seeds, peck them, and what is superfluous will stick somewhere in the bark, in a crack. The nightingale saw this and laughs: What are you, a titmouse, do you want to stock up for the whole long winter? That way you, too, dig a hole just right. Zinka was confused. And how do you, asks, think in winter? Whoops! the nightingale whistled. Autumn will come, I will fly away from here. Far, far away I'll fly away, to where it's warm in winter and roses bloom. It's as satisfying as it is here in the summer. Why, you are a nightingale, says Zinka, what do you want: today you sang here, and tomorrow there. And I'm a tit. Where I was born, I will live there all my life. And I thought to myself: “It’s time, it’s time for me to think about my house! So people have gone out into the field - they are harvesting bread, taking it away from the field. Summer is ending, ending ... "

SEPTEMBER

 And now what month will it be? Zinka asked the Old Sparrow. Now it will be September, said Old Sparrow. The first month of autumn. And it's true: the sun didn't burn like that anymore, the days became noticeably shorter, the nights - longer, and it began to rain more and more often. First of all, autumn came to the field. Zinka saw how, day after day, people brought bread from the field to the village, from the village to the city. Soon the field was completely empty, and the wind walked in it in the open. Then one evening the wind subsided, the clouds dispersed from the sky. In the morning, Zinka did not recognize the field: it was all covered in silver, and thin, thin silver nothings floated over it through the air. One such thread, with a tiny ball at the end, landed on a bush next to Zinka. The ball turned out to be a spider, and the titmouse, without thinking twice, pecked at it and swallowed it. Delicious! Only the nose is covered in cobwebs. And the silver cobwebs floated quietly over the field, descended on the stubble, on the bushes, on the forest: the young spiders scattered all over the earth. Having left their flying cobweb, the spiders looked for a crack in the bark or a mink in the ground and hid in it until spring. In the forest, the leaf has already begun to turn yellow, blush, turn brown. Already bird families-broods gathered in flocks, flocks in flocks. They roamed wider and wider through the forest: they were preparing to fly away. Every now and then, from somewhere unexpectedly, flocks of birds completely unfamiliar to Zinka appeared - long-legged motley waders, unprecedented ducks. They stopped at the river, in the swamps; during the day they feed, rest, and at night they fly further in the direction where the sun is at noon. It was flocks of marsh and water birds flying from the far north. Once Zinka met in the bushes in the middle of the field a cheerful flock of tits just like herself: white-cheeked, with a yellow breast and a long black tie to the very tail. The flock flew across the field from forest to forest. Before Zinka had time to get to know them, a large brood of field partridges flew up from under the bushes with noise and cry. There was a short terrible thunder and the titmouse, sitting next to Zinka, fell to the ground without squeaking. And then two partridges, turning over their heads in the air, hit the ground dead. Zinka was so frightened that she remained sitting where she was sitting, neither alive nor dead. When she came to herself, there was no one around her - neither partridges, nor tits. A bearded man with a gun came up, picked up two dead partridges and shouted loudly: Ay! Manyunya! A thin voice answered him from the edge of the forest, and soon a little girl ran up to the bearded one. Zinka recognized her: the same one that had frightened the bear in the raspberry bush. Now she had a basket full of mushrooms in her hands. Running past a bush, she saw a titmouse that had fallen from a branch on the ground, stopped, bent down, and took it in her hands. Zinka sat in the bush without moving. The girl said something to her father, the father gave her a flask, and Manyunya sprinkled a titmouse out of it with water. Titmouse opened her eyes, suddenly fluttered up and hid in a bush next to Zinka. Manyunya laughed merrily and skipped running after her departing father.

OCTOBER

 Hurry, hurry! hurried Zinka the Old Sparrow. Tell me what month is coming, and I will fly back to the forest: there I have a sick friend. And she told the Old Sparrow how a bearded hunter knocked a titmouse sitting next to her from a branch, and the girl Manyunya sprinkled water and revived her. Knowing that new month, the second month of autumn, is called October, Zinka quickly returned to the forest. Her friend's name was Zinziver. After being hit with a pellet, the wings and paws still poorly obeyed him. He barely made it to the edge. Then Zinka found a pretty hollow for him and began to drag caterpillar worms there for him, as if for a little one. And he was not at all small: he was already two years old, and, therefore, he was a whole year older than Zinka. In a few days he recovered completely. The flock with which he flew disappeared somewhere, and Zinziver remained to live with Zinka. They became very friendly. And autumn has already come to the forest. At first, when all the leaves were painted in bright colors, he was very beautiful. Then angry winds blew. They stripped yellow, red, brown leaves from the branches, carried them through the air and threw them to the ground. Soon the forest thinned out, the branches were exposed, and the ground under them was covered with colorful leaves. They arrived from the far north, from the tundra, the last flocks of marsh birds. Now every day new guests arrived from the northern forests: winter was already beginning there. Not everyone in October blew angry winds, not everyone poured rain: clear days. The warm sun shone affably, saying goodbye to the falling asleep forest. The leaves darkened on the ground then dried up, became hard and brittle. In some places, mushrooms peeked out from under them - milk mushrooms, boletus. But good girl Manyunya Zinka and Zinziver were no longer seen in the forest. Titmouse liked to go down to the ground, jump on the leaves look for snails on mushrooms. Once they jumped like that little mushroom that grew between the roots of a white birch stump. Suddenly, on the other side of the stump, a gray beast with white spots jumped out. Zinka started to run away, and Zinziver got angry and shouted: Ping-pin-cherr! Who are you? He was very brave and flew away from the enemy only when the enemy rushed at him. Fu! said the gray spotted beast, squinting and trembling all over. How you and Zinka scared me! You can’t stomp on dry, crunchy leaves like that! I thought the fox was running or the wolf. I'm a hare, I'm a white. Not true! Zinka called to him from the tree. White hare is gray in summer, white in winter, I know. And you're kind of half-white. So it's neither summer nor winter. And I'm neither gray nor white. And the hare whimpered: Here I am sitting by a birch stump, trembling, afraid to move. There is no snow yet, but I already have shreds of white wool climbing. The earth is black. I will run along it in the afternoon now everyone will see me. And the dry leaves crunch so terribly! No matter how quietly you sneak, just thunder from under your feet. You see what a coward he is, said Zinziver to Zinka. And you were afraid of him. He is not our enemy.

NOVEMBER

 The enemy and the elder enemy appeared in the forest in next month . Old Sparrow called this month November and said that it was the third and last month of autumn. The enemy was very scary because he was invisible. In the forest, small birds and large birds, mice, and hares began to disappear. As soon as the animal gapes, as soon as the bird lags behind the flock it doesn’t matter at night, whether during the day, looking, they are no longer alive. No one knew who this mysterious robber was: a beast, a bird or a man? But everyone was afraid of him, and all the forest beetles and birds only had a conversation about him. Everyone was waiting for the first snow in order to identify the killer by the footprints near the torn victim. The first snow fell one evening. And on the morning of the next day, one hare was missing in the forest. Found his paw. Right there, on the already melted snow, there were traces of large, terrible claws. It could be the claws of an animal, could be the claws of a large bird of prey. And the murderer left nothing else: neither a feather, nor his hair. I'm afraid, said Zinka to Zinziver. Oh, how I'm afraid! Let's fly away from the forest, from this terrible invisible robber. They flew to the river. There were old hollow willows where they could find shelter. You know, said Zinka, this place is open. If a terrible robber comes here, he cannot sneak up here as unnoticed as in a dark forest. We will see him from a distance and hide from him. And they settled down by the river. Autumn has already arrived on the river. Willows flew around, the grass turned brown and wilted. Snow fell and melted. The river was still running, but in the morning there was ice on it. And with each frost it grew. there were no sandpipers along the banks. Only the ducks remained. They grunted that they would stay here all winter if the river was not completely covered with ice. And the snow fell and fell and never melted again. As soon as the titmouse healed calmly, suddenly again anxiety: at night, no one knows where the duck, sleeping on the other side, at the edge of its flock, disappeared. It's him, Zinka said, trembling. It is invisible. He is everywhere: in the forest, and in the field, and here, on the river. There are no invisible people, said Zinziver. I'll track him down, wait! And he spent whole days spinning among the bare branches on the tops of old willows-willows: looking out from the tower for a mysterious enemy. But he didn't notice anything suspicious. And suddenly on the last day of the month there was a river. The ice immediately covered her - and no longer melted. The ducks flew away at night. Here Zinka finally managed to persuade Zinziver to leave the river: after all, now the enemy could easily pass to them on the ice. And all the same, Zinka had to go to the city: to find out from the Old Sparrow what the new month is called.

DECEMBER

 Titmouse flew into the city. And no one, not even the Old Sparrow, could explain to them who this invisible terrible robber is, from whom there is no escape day or night, neither big nor small. But calm down, said Old Sparrow. Here, in the city, no invisible man is scary: even if he dares to come here, people will immediately shoot him. Stay with us in the city. The month of December, the tail of the year, has already begun. Winter has come. And in the field, and on the river, and in the forest, it is now hungry and scary. And people will always find shelter and food for us little birds. Of course, Zinka gladly agreed to settle in the city and persuaded Zinziver. At first, however, he did not agree, he swaggered, shouted: Ping-pin-cherr! I'm not afraid of anyone! I'll find the invisible! But Zinka told him: That's not the point, but this: the New Year will soon be here. The sun will begin to peek out again, everyone will rejoice at it. And no one can sing the first spring song to him here, in the city: sparrows can only chirp, crows only croak, and jackdaws roar. Last year I sang the first spring song to the sun here. And now you have to sing it. Zinziver will shout: Pin-pin-cherr! You're right. This I can. My voice is strong, sonorous - enough for the whole city. We stay here! They started looking for a place. But it turned out to be very difficult. In the city, it’s not like in the forest: here, even in winter, all the hollows, birdhouses, nests, even the cracks outside the windows and under the roofs are occupied. In that sparrow's nest outside the window, where Zinka met the Christmas tree last year, a whole family of young sparrows now lived. But even here Zinka was helped by the Old Sparrow. He said to her: Fly to that little house over there with a red roof and a garden. There I saw a girl who was picking something with a chisel in a log. Isn't she preparing for you titmouses a pretty nest box? Zinka and Zinziver immediately flew to the house with the red roof. And who did they first see in the garden, on the tree? That terrible bearded hunter who almost shot Zinziver to death. The hunter pressed the nest box against the tree with one hand, and held a hammer and nails in the other. He leaned down and shouted: So, what? And from below, from the ground, Manyunya answered him in a thin voice: So, good! And the bearded hunter firmly nailed the hollow to the trunk with large nails, and then climbed down from the tree. Zinka and Zinziver immediately looked into the nest and decided that they had never seen a better apartment: Manyunya hollowed out a cozy hollow hollow in the log and even put soft, warm feathers, down and wool into it. The month flew by unnoticed; no one bothered the titmouse here, and every morning Manyunya brought food to them on a table, purposely attached to a branch. And just before the New Year, another important event happened - the last of this year - an important event: Manyunin's father, who sometimes went out of town to hunt, brought an unprecedented bird, which all the neighbors ran to look at. It was a huge snow-white owl, so snow-white that when the hunter threw it into the snow, the owl could only be seen with great difficulty. This is an evil winter guest with us, Father Manyunya explained to the neighbors: - a polar owl. She sees equally well day and night. And from her claws there is no salvation for either a mouse, or a partridge, or a hare on the ground, or a squirrel in a tree. She flies quite silently, and how hard it is to notice when there is snow all around, you can see for yourself. Of course, neither Zinka nor Zinziver understood a word from the explanation of the bearded hunter. But both of them perfectly understood who the hunter had killed. And Zinziver shouted so loudly: "Ping-pin-cherr! Invisible!" that immediately all the city sparrows, crows, jackdaws flocked from all the roofs and yards to look at the monster. And in the evening, Manyuni had a Christmas tree, the children screamed and stomped, but the titmouses were not at all angry with them for this. Now they knew that with a Christmas tree decorated with lights, snow and toys, the New Year comes, and with the New Year the sun returns to us and brings many new joys.

As soon as one month ends, another immediately begins. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May would overtake April.


Months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that mountain country Bohemia was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did it happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. Whatever the stepdaughter does - everything is wrong, no matter how she turns - everything is in the wrong direction.


The daughter spent whole days on the feather bed and ate gingerbread, and the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either bring water, then bring brushwood from the forest, then rinse the linen on the river, then empty the beds in the garden.


She knew the winter cold, and the summer heat, and the spring wind, and the autumn rain. That is why, perhaps, she once had a chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was the month of January. There was so much snow that it was necessary to shovel it from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew over them.

People sat in houses and stoked stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door ajar and looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

- You would go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.


The girl looked at her stepmother: is she joking or is she really sending her into the forest? It's scary now in the forest! And what are snowdrops in the middle of winter? Before March, they will not be born, no matter how much you look for them. You will only disappear in the forest, get bogged down in snowdrifts.



And her sister says to her:

- If you disappear, no one will cry for you. Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's a basket for you.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a tattered scarf, and went out the door.


The wind will powder her eyes with snow, tears her handkerchief from her. She walks, barely stretching her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, it does not look at the earth with a single star, and the earth is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It's so dark in here you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sits. All the same, he thinks where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star was entangled among the branches.


The girl got up and went to this light. Drowning in snowdrifts, climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light does not go out!” And it does not go out, it burns brighter and brighter. Already there was a smell of warm smoke and it became audible how brushwood crackles in the fire.

The girl quickened her pace and went out into the clearing. Yes, it froze.

Light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire burns, almost reaches the very sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some are closer to the fire, some are farther away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like woodcutters: they are so smart - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

Young people are sitting near the fire, and old people are at a distance.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl was standing.

She was frightened, wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

- Where did you come from, what do you need here?

The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

- I need to collect snowdrops in this basket.

The old man laughed.

- Is it snowdrops in January? Wow what did you think!

I did not invent, - the girl answers, - but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and did not tell me to return home with an empty basket.

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

A girl is standing, listening, but she doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.

Morocco is one of the most attractive tourist destinations in Africa. The title of the hottest is firmly established behind the mainland. However, the state of Morocco does not fully correspond to traditional ideas about weather conditions on the continent. In its northwestern part, it moisturizes and cools the hot breath of the Sahara. add uniqueness to this interaction air masses on the territory of Morocco. The weather is favorable for recreation on the Atlantic coast, in the mountains and among the sights of imperial cities.

Morocco is an exotic crossroads of civilizations and cultures

The state is located on the northwestern outskirts of Africa, south of the narrow Morocco - a kingdom, but with an elected parliament. The capital is Rabat. The country borrowed its name from ancient capital- the city of Marrakesh, which means "beautiful" in translation. The stunning sights and variety of landscapes in Morocco amaze the imagination. Weather by months in each of the regions of the country is harmoniously combined with changes in nature and occupations of the population. Travelers here are expected everywhere by curious and breathtaking natural contrasts, a dazzling mosaic of Arab and Berber culture, influenced by European civilization. The most famous are Agadir, Casablanca, Essaouira, Tangier, Fez, Saidia, El Jadida.

Spring on the Atlantic coast

Morocco offers guests and residents of the country a comfortable beach holiday on the coast or by the pool, educational excursions, ski slopes and many other entertainments. Borders high season gradually expand. A few years ago, its scope covered April-October. In the last two years, there are more and more people wishing to visit the country from March to November. The weather in April in Morocco is warm, the air heats up to +21...+25 °C, cooler at night (+12 °C). The water temperature is +16.5...+17.5 °C. In spring, the beach holiday season begins, which lasts more than 5 months. The weather in Morocco in May is almost hot, on the Atlantic coast in Tangier, Casablanca, Agadir, Essaouira - +22.5 ... +28 ° С. You can feel a refreshing breeze from the ocean, but the water is already warming up to +20 °C.

Summer in Morocco

The Atlantic coast of the country is a sandy beach strewn with fine silky sand. In the area of ​​the cities of Tangier and Casablanca, the first month of summer pleases with moderate air temperatures - about +25 ... +27 °С, to the south - about +32 ... +33 °С. The weather in Morocco in June is favorable for exploring cultural and ethnic sights and relaxing on the ocean.

In July it becomes even warmer, compared with the beginning of summer, the air temperature rises by 2-4 degrees. The ocean off the coast of Tangier and Casablanca heats up to +21...+22 °C, the water temperature in Agadir is +20 °C on average. Behind the majestic Atlas Mountains in the eastern part of the country, summers are predominantly hot and dry.

the weather is great in august

The Atlantic Ocean for the African coast is both a "refrigerator" and a "radiator". Water warms up slowly, but stores a lot of heat, gives it away along with moisture gradually. Most precipitation falls from June to September. Due to the proximity of the Canary Current, the air heated by the tropical Sun and coastal waters are cooled. Among summer months August is better suited for swimming, when the ocean warms up to +22...+23 °С, and the air cools down a bit (+25...+30 °С). The Atlantic becomes calmer, there are no big waves. The closer to the Mediterranean coast, the warmer the water in the ocean. In Casablanca and Tangier, it heats up to +23 °C.

Morocco monthly weather in autumn

In August and September - the Velvet season. During this period of the year, the water temperature off the coast of Morocco still allows you to swim, but the ocean gradually begins to cool. The weather in September is still warm, only at night the air becomes cooler. During the day in Tangier and Casablanca - an average of +28 °C, water temperature +21 ... +22 °C. In Agadir, the heat is still moderate - about +31 ... +32 ° С, the water is cool (+20 ... +21 ° С). The ocean is invigorating with a fresh breeze, surfers are pulling up, for whom excellent conditions have been created in Agadir. Most big waves start in October. The air on the coast this month heats up to +20...+21 °С. Even in Morocco late autumn warm - about +18 ... +19 ° С in resort towns on the coast. At night, the air cools down, its temperature is +8...+10 °С. The autumn months can be devoted to sightseeing. Those wishing to swim should take into account that the waters of the Atlantic have already cooled down (+14...+17 °С).

High and low season

The weather in Morocco in December-February allows tourists to visit the country for the purpose of sightseeing, relaxing on ski resorts. The air in resort towns on the coast is heated up to +17...+23 °С (December). January and February are the coldest months of the year. during this period it is +20 °С, a little warmer in Agadir and Marrakech (+19...+22 °С). low season in the country - the concept is conditional, the lull at the end of November is replaced by preparations for the Christmas and New Year holidays, when there is a large influx of tourists from Europe.

Holidays in Morocco are largely determined by the characteristics of the region. Central and eastern regions it is better to visit from autumn to early spring, when it is not hot. The ski season starts in December. beach holiday on the coast during the winter months can be compared to extreme, even in warm days the waters of the Atlantic heat up only to +14...+17 °C.

Morocco is a great holiday destination.

Ancient temples, contrasts between coast and desert, historic castles and the beautiful Atlas Mountains that descend to mediterranean sea make visiting Morocco unforgettable and exhilarating. You can choose the most attractive destinations for each period of the year:

  • sightseeing of Islamic monuments;
  • rest on amazingly beautiful and clean beaches, in wonderful bays;
  • skiing in the mountains;
  • a journey through the dunes of the desert to green oases;
  • thalassotherapy;
  • shopping, visiting exotic markets,
  • familiarization with national cuisine.

When is the best time to go to Morocco?

The country offers a huge variety of destinations and types of recreation. Sometimes it can be difficult to navigate and decide the important question of when to visit Morocco. The weather for the months is very diverse, the choice depends on personal preferences and preferences. Traveling through the diverse territory of Morocco, you can observe almost all seasons of the year at the same time.

The climate on the northern coast is mild, Mediterranean. In Tangier from May to September it is warm and sunny, in other months it is cooler and it rains. The contrasts between the seasons are even more pronounced in Casablanca, on Atlantic coast. Marrakesh will surprise you with a rather cool winter, but everyone here is already accustomed to the traditional heat in summer, especially in July and August. Further south, the climate becomes drier and hotter. It's nice to hide from the summer heat in mountain hotels and on coastal resorts. On the tops of the Atlas Mountains, snow lies throughout the year, and the slopes are colored with the colors of autumn. Morocco will be remembered by everyone who has visited this delightful country for its beautiful beaches and mountain landscapes, green valleys and oases, noisy bazaars, shopping and surfing lessons.

The country has conditions for practicing many sports, spearfishing and fishing. Holidays in a peaceful, hospitable country filled with unique charm are in demand throughout the year. Here there is a feeling that dreams of oriental tales come true in reality.

Pregnancy is a touching and at the same time exciting period in the life of every family. In anticipation of meeting with the baby, it is important to know what changes are taking place in the body of the mother and baby. Our pregnancy calendar will help with this.

If you are in doubt whether you are pregnant or not, go through.

  • Negative test result? Maybe it's not time yet, try it later.
  • Did the test show a positive result? Congratulations!

In the calendar you will find the most important information and helpful tips. Here you will find out what happens to your baby in every week of pregnancy, in every trimester. The calendar will tell you what feelings a mother may experience during pregnancy, as well as under what conditions you need to be vigilant.

First, the calculator will help calculate the gestational age and the approximate date of delivery. To do this, you need to enter the first day of your last period, as well as the length of your cycle. Recall calculation of the menstrual cycle: you need to take the number of days from the first day of menstruation to last day before the next menstruation (inclusive). Usually averages are taken. A normal menstrual cycle is 28 plus/minus 7 days.

The calendar is divided into 3 stages - trimesters (1 trimester = 3 months). Each trimester includes weeks of pregnancy. Yes, it is in weeks, not months, as many of us are used to, that pregnancy is measured. And mom needs to get used to it, because the gynecologist will calculate the term in this way. In our calendar calculator, the gestational age is also calculated in weeks.

First trimester - 1-12 weeks of pregnancy. This period is the most responsible. The first 2 weeks of pregnancy are theoretical, they are needed for ease of calculation. Fertilization has not yet occurred. But in the third week, the nuclei of the germ cells merge and a small “pea” appears in the tummy. The baby has not yet formed any arms or legs, but from the moment of fertilization it is endowed with a soul. In the first weeks of the first trimester, the mother's immunity decreases so that her body does not perceive the baby as something foreign. Often there are symptoms of toxicosis. By the end of the trimester, the baby looks like a person, only very small. The doctor recommends an ultrasound.

Second trimester - 13-26 weeks of pregnancy. Toxicosis is over, during this period there is less risk for the baby. Mom's tummy is round. Very soon, she feels the first tremors - the stirring of the crumbs. Toward the end of the second trimester, it is recommended to repeat the ultrasound examination.

Third trimester - 27-42 weeks of pregnancy. The baby grows, and his "house" increases. In some cases, it becomes difficult for the mother to breathe, because. the uterus rises very high. It goes away before childbirth. Closer to the cherished day of childbirth, immunity decreases again. So rearranged hormonal background, preparations are underway for an exciting meeting with the baby.

A baby is considered fully term at 38 weeks of gestation. Most often, childbirth occurs at the 38-40th week, but there are cases when the pregnancy is delayed up to 41-42 weeks. This is quite normal, especially for primiparous mothers. We have included these weeks in the pregnancy calendar so that we can continue to be with you until the birth.

The doctor observes the mother and baby throughout the entire period of pregnancy in order to track the slightest violations and cope with them in time.

Hello! For comfortable communication English language, it is very important to know the names of the seasons, but it is equally important, both for children and adults, to be able to name the months (months). In daily conversations, we use these words - we call dates, birthdays, holidays, schedules. Therefore, at the very beginning of the study foreign language you need to learn this vocabulary. Names of months in English In English, as in Russian, there are 12 months in a year. But besides the difference in names, there are other significant differences. So, we have 3 months in each season. It's the same in the US, but it's different in the UK. They have two seasons of 2 months, and two seasons of 4 months, which, in general, is also 12 months of the year. But for children, this information is not so important, but it will be useful for you to know this.

First, let's call them with translation and transcription:

In general, spelling skills you will get over time with constant performance practical exercises and regular reading of English literature.

Features of the distribution of months in Britain

As I said, in the UK, the months are distributed according to the seasons in a different way. They have November, December, January and February - are considered winter; March and April - spring; May, June, July, August - summer; and September and October are autumn. In America, everything is the way we are used to.

Therefore, if you are going to go to the UK, then it will not be superfluous for you to know this information so as not to get into an awkward situation and show your competence in this matter.

And how to pronounce the names of all 12 months in English correctly, the video lesson will help you understand. I wish you success!