Educational Moral Stories about nature:
TALES OF THE EVERGREEN FOREST
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The Great Fellowship
How the Bushes and Trees Got Into an Argument - M. Skrebtsova
The Complaining Birch - M. Skrebtsova
A Forest Grocery - A. Lopatina
The Lost Poplar - M. Skrebtsova
A Tree's Wisdom - A. Lopatina
A Tree's Life - A. Lopatina
Rush Job - A. Lopatina|
The Workers Who Never Rest - A. Lopatina
How Trees Get Ready for Winter - A. Lopatina
The Terrible Frost of Spring - A. Lopatina
The Mighty Grass-Blade
Why the Earth Wears Green Clothes - A. Lopatina
Who Decorates the Earth? - A. Lopatina
The Mighty Grass-Blade - M. Skrebtsova
The Forest : Land of Many Colors
The Unhappy Forest - M. Skrebtsova
How the Forest Blossoms - M. Skrebtsova
Birches and Larches - M. Skrebtsova
The Wise Old Sun - M. Skrebtsova
The Woodland Singers - M. Skrebtsova
Forest Dreams - M. Skrebtsova
The Springtime Radio - M. Skrebtsova
Who Autumn Loves Best - M. Skrebtsova
How the Trees Got Dressed Up - M. Skrebtsova
The Beautiful Forest - A. Lopatina
Be Your Own Doctor - M. Skrebtsova
Migrants - M. Skrebtsova
The Little Pine Chat - M. Skrebtsova
The Kindly Pines - M. Skrebtsova
A Tale of a Pine Cone - M. Skrebtsova
Two Sisters - M. Skrebtsova
The Prickly One - M. Skrebtsova
The Star-Spruce - M. Skrebtsova
Why Little Spruce Have White Feet - M. Skrebtsova
Spruce-in-Furs - M. Skrebtsova
The Music Tree - A. Lopatina
The Touchy Cedar - M. Skrebtsova
The Grumbly Cedar-Nuts - M. Skrebtsova
The Amazing Pencils - A. Lopatina
The Sun Tree - M. Skrebtsova
A Strange Tree - M. Skrebtsova
The Tree of Friendship - M. Skrebtsova
The Little Fir's Pride - M. Skrebtsova
The Fir Cone - M. Skrebtsova
An Amazing Plant - A. Lopatina
A Berry 's Story - A. Lopatina
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TALES OF THE LEAFLAND FOREST
How the Lightning Met the Oak - M. Skrebtsova
A Human Heart - M. Skrebtsova
The Argument - M. Skrebtsova
The Two Acorn Brothers - M. Skrebtsova
The Talkative Birch - M. Skrebtsova
Some Laugh, Some Cry - A. Lopatina
The White Garment - M. Skrebtsova
The Little Birch - M. Skrebtsova
The Golden Tree - M. Skrebtsova|
The Linden 's Gifts - M. Skrebtsova
The Linden and the Oak - M. Skrebtsova
The Woodland Matron - M. Skrebtsova
The Aspen and the Wind - M. Skrebtsova
The Impatient Aspens - M. Skrebtsova
The Aspen 's Sorrow - M. Skrebtsova
A City Boy - M. Skrebtsova
The Artist and the Maple - A. Lopatina
The Mischievous Maple - A. Lopatina
Gifts of Spring - M. Skrebtsova
The Good Cherry Tree - M. Skrebtsova
Draped in Snow - M. Skrebtsova
The Mountain Ash
A Mountain Ash - M. Skrebtsova
The Miraculous Ash Tree - A. Lopatina
Granny's Tale - M. Skrebtsova
The Willow 's Present - M. Skrebtsova
The Wonder-Tree - M. Skrebtsova
Beauty Inside - M. Skrebtsova
Two Little Sisters - M. Skrebtsova
Not a Crowd - A. Lopatina
A Generous Friend - M. Skrebtsova
One day in the woods a little birch tree sprouted up beneath an alder, and the alder was overjoyed. She was a kind tree. All the other trees were her friends. Indeed, all around the alder the other trees flourished, for she enriched the soil with a special substance called nitrogen, and the little birch was very lucky to have the alder for a nanny. The alder also protected her from bitter frosts (for the alder herself wasn't afraid of frost) and shielded her from the cold wind. Day by day the little birch grew and eventually she turned into a slim, white-barked beauty, and she no longer needed her nanny-alder. Just the opposite, now the birch treated her old nanny to a show of gorgeous colors: her spring-green covering, her snow-white bark. The alder had never worn such fancy dress, for she never had time to spend on dressing up. Raising a birch tree is not so simple!
One autumn day the birch started showing off her golden-yellow leaves.
"Just look, alder! Look at the clothes Autumn has given me! I must be very beautiful to be given such clothes! Poor alder! Autumn has left you out. You were green before, and you're still green!"
The alder got quite upset. After all, what the birch said was true: the alder keeps its leaves until the very end of autumn, and when they fall they are still green. They never turn yellow like birch leaves. Still, just once she would have loved to try on the golden clothes of Autumn!
Autumn fet sorry for the alder. "Now, alder, don't cry," he said. "It's not my fault that your leaves don't take on my bright hues. Mother Nature made you that way. Tell you what: I'll have a talk with her. Maybe she can do something to make you feel better." And so Autumn took off to talk to Mother Nature and told her all about how the alder was so unhappy.
"I will make her feel better," Mother о Nature promised, "She is such a kind and gentle tree and helps many others in the forest. I will make her the protector of water and streams, of singing brooks and crystal springs. The precious moisture of the earth - not one creature can live without it, neither people, nor animals, nor plants. There is no more noble role that to protect that water for them all."
Mother Nature kept her word. From that time onward the alder tree has grown on the banks of brooks and streams and forest springs. Her strong roots, like living pumps, are forever drawing water from beneath the ground, never letting it seep away to great depths where it could not be reached. Instead it comes to the surface, sometimes as a rivulet, sometimes as a spring. And there is another amazing gift that Mother Nature gave the alder tree: its wood changes color! When freshly cut, it is white, a little while later it begins to turn red, and when it has dried it turns a delicate pink. Furniture made from alder-wood is gorgeous! The alder tree isn't sorry anymore that she doesn't wear Autumn's colors, and she doesn't get offended by the birch. She has no time to get offended, so much work does she have: giving out water to drink, helping the grass to grow tall and green. As some people say, "Where the alder grows, the grass is tall." And when the birch is all dressed up, Autumn whispers to her neighbour the alder, "There are many kinds of beauty, dear alder. In some of us it is on the outside, and in some of us, it is on the inside."
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The Miraculous Ash Tree
One day an old woodsman and his granddaughter chanced to meet an artist as they were strolling along on a forest path. The woodsman was out checking up on the forest, and his granddaughter had come along for the walk. The artist was out in the forest because he wanted to capture its beauty to share with others. They all stopped to chat.
"It's a wonderful day today," the woodsman said. "Not far from here I came across a tree - and what a magnificent tree it is! Every year it puts on a feast for everyone in the forest. Jays, bullfinch, thrush and tits - too many birds to name - that good tree feeds them in winter. Thanks to its berries some birds even stay the whole winter here in the woods. It doesn't ignore the animals, either - squirrels and chipmunks, martens and sables take their fill, even wolves and foxes. You know, they need vitamins too! It's not leaves and berries that tree grows, but natural vitamin packs. If a moose or a bear happens along, he'll have a feast, too - for the first course berries, for the second - leaves and twigs. That tree's generosity is just plain amazing. And its berries are miraculous: they don't spoil, they don't dry up, they don't freeze - the frost just makes them sweeter."
"Grandpa," asked the little girl. "Are you talking about the tree that I played with today? It's such a fun tree. It waved its feathery leaves at me and I danced for it. And then it gave me some red berries, for beads. I'm taking them home to Mommy."
"I saw an amazing tree today, too," the artist beamed. "I'm still singing inside, it had such beautiful colors. It was slender, wavy and lacy, and decked out just magnificently. While I was painting it, I remembered that many centuries ago our ancestors held that tree in the greatest respect. They felt that it brought happiness to their homes. When there was a wedding celebration in the village, both the bride and groom would take its leaves and put them in their shoes, and the berries in their pockets - they believed that the tree would protect from misfortune. Everyone wanted to plant one of those trees near their house. It was like a faithful watchman: it wouldn't let anything bad come inside."
"Looks like we all had a taste of the forest's greatest gift today," the grandfather observed. "But it's time to go home. Mr. Artist, why don't you to come with us and have a cup of tea?"
At one the grandmother met them all with a kind smile and immediately set about preparing the hot drink.
"Sit down, sit down, dears, there's a special tea brewing for you, with a treat from the forest. Rowanberry jam, marmalade actually, a gift of the mountain ash tree."
"Today the mountain ash gave me a gift of its beauty," the artist said, "and now we will have a new painting to hang."
"And I was reassured by its generosity," the grandfather added. "Its rich bounty helps the birds and animals live through the winter."
"I had fun today with the ash tree," said the girl, and she took out the berries that she collected for beads. Then suddenly she grew worried.
"Grandma," she asked, "I don't understand how we can have rowanberry jam. The berries are beautiful, but when I tried one it was so bitter my tongue hurt."
"Now then, dear, remember how I fixed up your anemia problem with the help of rowanberry jam, back when you came last winter, all pale and thin. Wasn't it delicious, now?"
"Sure, that jam was very good," the little girl answered, "but the ash tree that I played with today had bitter berries."
"That's because it hasn't felt the touch of frost yet," the grandfather explained. "The ash tree isn't just generous, it's also wise. Like any careful householder it keeps its stocks stored up until the time is right. All the other plants have a deal with the sun - it ripens their berries, makes them good and sweet. That's why there's plenty of food for everyone in the woods in summer. The mountain ash made its deal with the frost. As soon as the frost hits, the good tree brings out its sweet fruits, just as if it were saying, "Please, help yourselves!" That's why frost doesn't bother it, not even at fifty below."
The little girl looked thoughtful. "I want to be smart and generous and beautiful, too, just like the mountain ash," she said.
"Well isn't that just a fantastic idea!" the grandfather agreed happily. "You know what? Why don't we plant a mountain ash right here beside our house? It's not fussy, and will get along just fine as long as there's enough sun. It'll make you a faithful protector and a good friend."
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