Savinova Veronika, 3rd grade
There was an ordinary New Year's toy. She lived in a store called Christmas Tree Toys. One day a girl named Alice came into the store. Alice looked at the toys for a long time and did not buy anything. “Why?” thought the toy, and decided to ask the old, old owl toy. The owl could not be bought, it adorned the window.
Hello! Do you know why a girl comes here so often, but does not buy anything? asked the toy.
Hello, I think that the girl has no money, and we are all expensive toys, - the owl answered.
What a pity, thought the New Year's toy! - you need to come up with something urgently!
Next to the owl, a pretty boat adorned the window. And the Christmas toy decided to ask him for help:
Caterok, help me, please give me your anchor. I'll hook onto the girl's scarf and run out of the store.
Of course take it, I don't mind at all.
And when the girl leaned over the window for the last time, the toy clung to her scarf and, unnoticed by everyone, even the girl, drove out of the store.
The store owner saw that the New Year's toy was leaving the counter, but he decided that there would be a small New Year's miracle. Then he went up to the girl and gave her a boat, an owl and ... Who do you think? It was a cute teddy bear, which was made by the owner's daughter for the New Year, she was a glass master.
Alice was very happy! The New Year has never started so wonderfully!
Merkulova Victoria, 2nd grade
Do you know who I am? I am a Christmas toy! A very, very long time ago I was hung on a Christmas tree. Among all the snowflakes, my friends, I was the most beautiful. The tree smelled of winter and freshness.
Suddenly, a strong wind blew, the window flew open, and several toys fell. Among them was me. Many, many years have passed ... And here I am again on the Christmas tree. There are many shiny and very new toys. And among them, I'm not the most beautiful. The Christmas tree no longer smells of freshness, it is sad and somehow not quite real
Sabirova Sabina, 4th grade
The most desired holiday of all children and adults on the planet is approaching - the New Year. Everyone expects from the New Year the fulfillment of their desires, the fulfillment of their cherished dreams and, of course, an unforgettable New Year's Eve. I am also looking forward to this holiday, because it is in the New Year that real miracles happen. But not only people are preparing for this meeting ...
This story was told by my favorite Christmas tree toy. It is very dear to me, because it is a gift from my great-grandmother.
“I am a simple tin soldier. My mother is a pewter spoon. For a whole year I lie in a transparent box on the top shelf of the closet. I silently observe everything that happens in the house. Two days before the New Year, when Christmas trees are being decorated all over the world, my little mistress Sabina hangs me on the most visible and fluffy branch of the Christmas tree. She takes care of me because she believes that I am a magic tin soldier from a fairy tale. And after the whole Christmas tree is decorated, Sabina comes up and checks how good it is for me in my place. On New Year's Eve, she comes to the Christmas tree, takes me in her arms and makes a wish. One day she made a wish that touched my pewter heart very much. And I decided to help her.
The girl asked for only one thing: to find good owners for the little kittens that her cat gave birth to. And I had to turn to the sorceress and fairies so that we could help Sabina. I didn't think I had such authority with them. They put together a magical collection. There were fairies, sorceresses, gnomes and many other magical creatures on it. It turns out that they were all very interested in meeting me and learning as much as possible about children and what they dream of in the modern world. After all, the wizards themselves have not been shown to people for a long time. Having told them about their mistress and her good wishes, they all realized that children's hearts are still filled with kindness, sincerity and faith in miracles. Of course, they did not refuse to help and directed all their efforts to find kind people who would be ready to give their children small living lumps for the New Year. So, after this magical night, all the kittens found their owners, and my little mistress was at that moment the happiest girl! I was very glad that I helped her, and we had a great New Year!”
I know this story from my great-grandmother. Surprisingly, that's how it was when I was very young. Now I am 10 years old, but I still believe in the fulfillment of wishes made on New Year's Eve. The main thing is that they are sincere.
Happy New Year!
New Years is soon.
It's time, it's time to get a box of Christmas tree decorations out of the pantry.
Moreover, today they promised to bring a Christmas tree.
Ah, what dust!
The tiny pantry smells of rotten potatoes, old linen bags, mold and, for some reason, time.
Yes, yes, time smells. And very strongly.
Have you been to old people's apartments?
No, they are not sick yet, and the smell of time has already firmly settled in their homes.
The same smell in the old pantry. Because they put here what is no longer needed, has served its time, but it is a pity to throw it away.
Here it is - a box with Christmas toys. Dusty and dull.
While sad, because she still does not understand that her time has come.
Clutching the box to her stomach like a small child, the hostess hurries to her apartment.
How many years has she been doing the same thing?
That is, he takes out toys and decorates the Christmas tree?
Yes, yes, she is talking to herself. Of course, a holiday, of course, needs to be decorated, of course, so that like everyone else.
Only for some reason the heart does not skip, the soul is not filled with excitement from the anticipation of the magic of the most beautiful and fabulous holiday.
Everything already happened. What can be new?
Just a tradition. Just need. At least for my granddaughter. Therefore, it is necessary to wipe the dust from the box and get New Year's treasures.
Once upon a time, it really was a treasure for her. She tremblingly took out glass toys, many of which she remembered from early childhood.
When did this magic end?
It doesn't matter anymore. You can't get that time back.
The woman, shuffling a little in her slippers, went into the kitchen. She took a rag, a newspaper, so that she could lay out toys on it after she wiped them off, and hurried into the hall to start work.
Opened an old box.
On top are modern toys. Beautiful, but no longer made of glass and somehow fake. The hostess did not like them, because even after dropping them on the floor, they did not crumble into blinding fragments, as in childhood, they were simply dead.
And there is no need to scream: "Ah!" – and be afraid that something irreparable will happen.
But every year the false miracle became more and more. These toys were very cheap, they were brought by pastures from China, and gradually they replaced their older counterparts, made and hand-painted in Soviet factories.
The hostess coped with the new toys quickly. What about wiping them? Very easy. Even if they slip out of your hands, nothing will happen. Well, roll into the far corner. Problems - then! False beauty and no magic.
And finally, the bottom row in the box. This is where the old-timers hid. Every year she wraps each toy personally in paper. Shifts with garlands and rain. And also with ribbons and bows, with which she also decorates the Christmas tree, following the newfangled traditions.
Here is a bunny, she remembers him from childhood. The nose has already peeled off, and the color of the carrot has also disappeared. And here is the piglet. Or a teddy bear? It also presents a pitiful sight. But throw away the hand is not raised. How many times under the tree she chose his colors to guess who she means.
Remember this game? Who is it? White, yellow, pink and black? And friends are looking for a toy on the Christmas tree that matches these colors.
The hostess thought.
I remembered an old wooden house with eternally cold walls. A large round table in the middle of the room. And a Christmas tree in the wall between the chest of drawers and the dressing table. The whole house was garlanded with crepe paper, which she neatly rolled into rolls to use again next year. She also twisted serpentine, because it was a rarity, and there was nowhere to buy it and nothing.
Nevertheless, the very decoration of the room still seems to her the most beautiful. Simply magical and fabulous. Then she still believed in fairy tales.
- Well, my bunnies-balls-bears? I don't know what to do with you. Painfully, you look pale against the background of modern fake beauties. And it’s even dangerous to hang you - you are real, glass. God forbid the granddaughter drops and hurts.
No, I probably won't take you out this year. I'll leave it here in the box.
Forgive me!
The doorbell rang.
The hostess hastened to the calling sound.
- Grandma, I cried! What are you doing?
Without even having time to undress, the baby hurried to the Christmas tree wealth.
No, she did not even pay attention to the painted and bright balls that lay in a separate slide on the sofa. She immediately stretched out her hands to the old, already tired and battered toys.
- Oh, how cool they are! What cute eyes they have. How fabulous they are.
The tiny girl carefully took each toy in her hands and said: “Here is a bowl, white, pretty. Here's another mouse. Also pretty. Matleska. Ow, owl! And this is some kind of peacock bird.
The grandmother tried to stop her granddaughter, to warn her to be careful, that the toys were glass and could break, but when she saw how the baby carefully picks up the Christmas tree decorations, she calmed down.
In the evening we decorated the Christmas tree together. The granddaughter personally hung the oldest and unprepossessing, in today's opinion, toys on the lower branches.
– Why here? Grandma asked
- How can you not understand, they are persistent.
Insistence. Live. They will need to take a walk at night, so it will be convenient to go down and meet Santa Claus. You don't understand, grandma.
And little Dusenka laid the glass matryoshka on the bed and covered it with a blanket.
So that she would be the first to hear Santa Claus coming and go to meet him.
Grandma could not sleep for a very long time that night.
She looked at her granddaughter's face shining in the moonlight and thought that the child does not need to be explained at all where beauty is real and where it is false, where there is a soul, and where there is its complete absence, where there is love, and where there are only empty words.
Nearby on the nightstand in the crib was a nesting doll from her childhood. From a time when she still believed in fairy tales.
But why did you believe?
Believe again. Because Dusya explained everything to her correctly.
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Christmas decorations, dedicated
New Year is a very good holiday! Everyone begins to prepare for it in advance, already in mid-December, the squares and streets of cities acquire festive attire, and a Christmas tree is dressed up in almost every apartment. Dasha was looking forward to this very moment. And then one evening, after dinner, my mother said:
So, in two weeks the New Year, it's time to decorate the Christmas tree. Dad goes to the basement for a Christmas tree, and I go to the balcony for toys. We will put the Christmas tree in the same way as last year - in the hall near the window.
Dasha clapped her hands in joy.
Dad brought a box with a collapsible artificial Christmas tree, and mom brought a plastic container filled to the brim with Christmas decorations wrapped in soft paper napkins. Dad began to collect a Christmas tree, mom began to lay out glass toys on a tablecloth spread on a coffee table. Dasha wanted to help both parents, but she was more interested in toys. But as soon as she wanted to pick up a big ball with a Snow Maiden, her mother stopped her:
Do not touch! I was in a hurry, I had to bring the toys into the heat in advance so that they warm up. And now they're cold, so you see, they're sweaty and wet. If you touch them with your hands, you can ruin the pattern, damage the powder or sparkles. Now I will carefully lay out the toys on the tablecloth, and let them dry until morning.
At first Dasha was upset that she would not see an elegant Christmas tree today, but then she calmed down and began to look at the toys that her mother laid out on the coffee table with pleasure. There were a lot of toys - there were various balls, and figurines of fairy-tale heroes, and figurines of animals, and houses, and cars, and fruits and vegetables, and multi-colored cones. Dasha they were well acquainted with the last New Year. Nevertheless, she periodically asked her mother: - “Who gave us this toy?” And my mother told the story of the appearance of this toy. And so it continued until the very last convolution. But on the last toy, my mother thought. It was an ordinary ball of bright yellow color, without a pattern, without inscriptions and any decorations.
I don't remember the history of this ball. And the ball itself is somehow nondescript, not beautiful. Maybe we won't hang it on the Christmas tree? Mom asked, showing it to Dasha.
Dasha looked straight at the ball and saw her reflection in it, as in a mirror.
- No no! - she said. “Look how mirrored he is. It reflects me, and you, and our whole room!
-Well, tomorrow somewhere on the Christmas tree and we will find a place for him! Now take a bath and sleep.
By this time, dad had successfully assembled the Christmas tree. Mom, having collected all the unfolded paper napkins in an empty container, turned off the light and everyone went to the bedroom. Before leaving the room, my mother parted the curtains and opened the window a little to ventilate the room.
As soon as the door closed, the room was filled with light from streetlights. And then among the Christmas decorations there was a revival. No, they didn't run and jump, but they started talking!
Finally, they remembered us, otherwise I lay all my sides in this cramped container, ”the snowman figure said.
- They just remembered you, but they never forgot about me. After all, I so charmed everyone with my beauty last year! After all, I hung in the most visible place, - said a large ball with the numbers 2018.
- And I think that your double with the numbers 2019 will now hang in your place, and you will be shifted somewhere to the background. And here I am again hanging in the same place as last year. After all, I am the most elegant of you! said the blue globe arrogantly with a white cathedral painted on it with golden domes.
“No, more attention will be paid to me than to you, because I am the most original and most solemn,” declared a black ball with a gilded carriage drawn by a trio of horses.
- And, in my opinion, the most important element of the Christmas tree is the top, and just as chic as I am! - the Christmas tree top intervened in the dispute.
- You are mistaken, - two balls with drawings of Santa Claus and the Snow Maiden exclaimed in one voice, - have you forgotten who rules the ball on New Year's Eve?
- Yes Yes! - the figure of Santa Claus intervened in the dispute. - That I am the most important on the Christmas tree, no one should even raise doubts.
Gradually, other toys were included in the dispute, the situation was heating up every minute, but suddenly someone paid attention to the very yellow ball that was taken out of the container last. He lay quite calmly among the arguing toys, and did not show any emotions.
The black ball with the Russian troika looked arrogantly at him and asked loudly:
- Gentlemen, what does this yellow-faced nakedness do among us? The absence of any outfit is simply a disgrace to our society.
- Yes, yes, he shames us! - picked up the balls, decorated with drawings of snowflakes, stars and intricate patterns. - We, the exclusive handmade toys of the Klin Compound, should hang next to this hide?
He has no place among us! grumbled the snowman figurine.
Other toys did not lag behind, each tried to pick up a more offensive phrase.
The poor yellow ball lay neither alive nor dead. He had never heard so much hatred and contempt before. Even before that, he was upset that Dasha's mother did not want to hang him on the Christmas tree. But for many years, year after year, he participated in decorating the New Year tree. Surely this year he will not see New Year's fireworks, will he not see the joy of children extracting gifts from Santa Claus from under the Christmas tree?
The next day, the Christmas tree was placed near the window and dressed up. The side with which the Christmas tree was turned towards the room was considered the main one. It was on it that the most beautiful toys were placed, and the simpler toys were hung on the side facing the window.
The ball with golden domes turned out to be right, the ball with the numbers 2019 was hung in the most prominent place, the ball with the numbers 2018 turned out to be far from the center. Also in the center of the Christmas tree are the Golden Domes, the New Year's Troika, and Santa Claus with the Snow Maiden. Next to them, all free branches were occupied by cones, figurines, animals, a snowman, houses, hearts, bells and other exclusive decorations. The rest of the toys were hung to the left and right of the center, as well as on the back of the Christmas tree.
The fate of the yellow ball was decided by Dasha. She made her mother hang it on the tree. Mom was looking for a place for him for a long time, bringing him from the right side of the tree, then from the left. In the end, he was hung on the back of the Christmas tree, while he was in the center of the window, and from his branch through the glass it was clearly visible to the street and part of the city square.
A multi-colored electric garland was hung on the Christmas tree so that it illuminated only the front side and in its light the most beautiful toys seemed even more beautiful. The flickering light of the garland practically did not reach the yellow ball, thick green needles of artificial spruce branches interfered. From this, the yellow color of the ball turned into a dirty green.
While decorating the Christmas tree, the yellow ball again heard a lot of offensive and angry remarks from other toys. None of them wanted a yellow ball hung nearby. The mood of the yellow ball was bad, he was consoled by only one thought that very soon he would see the festive fireworks again.
And then the New Year came. The whole family sat at the festive table and admired the beautiful Christmas tree, the running colorful lights of the garland, the beautiful toys on the front side of the Christmas tree. Everyone had fun - adults from the feeling of a holiday, Dasha - from the received gifts from Santa Claus, beautiful Christmas decorations - from attention. And only the yellow ball was sad, he did not see the holiday and no one paid attention to him.
And then the chimes sounded, everyone shouted joyfully: - “Happy New Year! With new happiness! Hooray!" At this time, everything on the square sparkled, explosions of firecrackers and fireworks were heard. Everyone went to the window and looked out into the street.
Let's turn off the light, the fireworks will be more visible, - Mom suggested.
Dad turned off the light, the room became dark. Against the backdrop of the brightly lit street, the Christmas tree looked like a dark triangle. Not a single ball was visible. Dasha clung to the window next to the Christmas tree. The square, the street and the whole sky sparkled, sparkled and rumbled. At that moment, she looked at the Christmas tree and saw a yellow ball. But it was no longer a yellow ball, but a fantastically beautiful vessel, in which everything that happened on the street was reflected. All fireworks, fireworks, multi-colored rockets, iridescent garlands are combined in this ball. It was a bunch of colors and flowers. It was a real Christmas miracle.
Mom, dad, look - a New Year's miracle in a yellow ball! - Dasha shouted joyfully and clapped her hands. Everyone saw this and looked fascinated not at the street, but at the ball.
The ball was full of happiness, all insults were forgotten, he sees the holiday, he is noticed, he is needed! And the main thing for him was that he brought joy to Dasha!
"For the 16th Free Topic Competition - International HSR Foundation"
Christmas decorations! It's great that someone came up with them. The fairy tale about Christmas toys is a fairy tale from the New Year's piggy bank of interesting ideas.
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Fairy tale about Christmas decorations for the night
Once upon a time there were Christmas decorations: They were born in the closet of the old master. In the summer they slept peacefully in a big box. And in winter, just before the New Year, they prepared to take a place on a large, beautiful Christmas tree.
Once this tree grew in the forest, and was an ordinary forest tree. Hares hid under it, birds rested on its branches. The crossbill hid its nest at the very trunk of the tree, and on the most magnificent branch the squirrels discussed forest news.
But on New Year's Eve, the tree wanted a holiday, and Santa Claus took it to his children, Katya, Lidochka and baby Yegorka.
On a dark night, when the children were sleeping, Christmas decorations came to life and began to take their place on the Christmas tree. First, at the very top of the tree, a large, beautiful star took its place. She was very bright, just amazing! Seeing a star at the top, the Christmas decorations got excited.
The fact is that everyone wanted to be closer to the star - but it was impossible! There was simply not enough space for all the toys next to the star. Hare Khlopotun, horse Yellowleg, Snowman and duck Shiny were very unhappy that they could not climb higher. They were loudly indignant and stomped their feet.
Hare Khlopotun said that he was always unlucky. Horse Yellowleg muttered that although she ran fast, she was not quick enough. The snowman complained that he was clumsy from birth. And the duck Blestinka reported that her waddling gait simply let her down.
And only the Golden Bell was pleased with everything. He didn't want to be closer to the star. He nestled on the lowest branch. There, no one bothered him. He calmly looked around.
Golden Bell did not understand at all what caused all this fuss. He was glad that the branch he had taken was strong. The needles on the branch were prickly but shiny. Golden Bell was fine. And he chimed softly.
- Jing-chit… Jing-ding… Jing-ding…
And then the Golden Bell said:
“Everyone should have their own place. Someone next to a star. Someone doesn't. But in his place he should be fine!
Christmas decorations smiled. And they settled on the Christmas tree who is where. Awakened children, seeing a colorful Christmas tree, opened their mouths in surprise:
- Wonderful tree! And how many beautiful toys she has!
What a cute rabbit! Katya said.
Hearing the praise, the hare Khlopotun imperceptibly squared his shoulders.
And the snowman is great! Katya continued.
What a nice horse! What a cute duck! Lidochka clapped her hands.
And little Egorka quietly approached the Christmas tree and looked at the Golden Bell for a long time. He liked the kid the most.
On New Year's Eve, the children did not sleep for a long time. And when they fell asleep, they dreamed of a Christmas tree, and all of it was in wonderful New Year's toys! From the very top to the very bottom!
Waiting for the holiday
When the Christmas tree was brought into the house, the Big Red Ball with a white snowflake on its side was the first to smell it.
He woke up and shouted:
- Hey, you sleepy grouse! Ball!
Shiny lanterns flickered:
- Ball! Ball! Ball!
And they began to polish their sides on the old cotton Santa Claus. He was deaf, but when the flags clapped, he opened his eyes.
- Another New Year?
- Oh, of course! Ball! Ball! - answered him, bouncing, glass cats.
- This year I will be the queen of the Christmas tree again! - Said the Silver Fairy with spring curls on her head.
- No, please! - began, as usual, to argue the Cardboard House.
He did not polish his sides about Santa Claus, considering it harmful, but only puffed, puffing from the dust. He needs everyone to be under the ceiling. That and look, remember.
- I will not let it! I won't let anyone! Shishka shouted menacingly. - I'm Shishka! And the cones at the Christmas trees hang at the top!
- You think, bump! chimed the Glass Icicle. - My sisters grow on roofs that are taller than Christmas trees. Maybe I want to be queen too...
- And last year's crack?! Snowflake exclaimed.
- Think! - The icicle looked into a shining white ball. - From one side a little bit ... If you hang it correctly, you can't see it.
- Come to your senses, there are no threads on you! squealed the Colorful Parrot on the clothespin.
He was a little red, a little blue, a little green, and he was very proud of it.
Those toys that lost their threads looked at each other in embarrassment.
Nothing, they will tie it up, - the Snowman answered importantly. - But the New Year is me, not you.
He adjusted the foam carrot and winked at Snowflake:
- Snow above all. It circles over all houses and even over planes.
The snowman began to climb up to the lid, pushing his neighbors aside. Everyone knows that those toys that lie on top are hung on the Christmas tree first. The Cardboard House, the Silver Fairy, the Icicle and the Bump hurried after him.
Upstarts! - noticed the Big Red Ball with a white snowflake on its side. He was Mom's favorite ball and was in no hurry.
Little Donkey hid in a corner and thought only of one thing: how to make sure that he was the last to get it?
Last time, he hid in the cotton beard of Santa Claus, but now there is no way to get to him. Everyone was cleaning themselves on a shabby red sheepskin coat. Everyone wanted to shine brighter, so that the lights of the garland, when it was lit, would dance in them with golden sparks.
At the ball, so cheerful and short, every toy wants to be the most beautiful. Throughout the year, through slumber, they remember the holiday. All year long dreaming about the next one. The whole year they worry: what will it be like? What kind of thread will be tied? How high will they hang? Will the TV be visible? Won't break? Will it be possible to chat with newcomers: tangerines and sweets that hang for a very short time and never go into a box?
Only Donkey didn't think of anything like that. He never saw the room from above. I never polished my sides, I was not afraid to break. And the thread was not tied to it. He was a Plasticine Donkey, which Pavlik molded.
A yellow lace is wound around the blue torso - a magnificent blanket, the ends of which have become disheveled and turned into a bridle. The donkey can carry a cart from a matchbox and in general everything that is tied. He was blinded to play.
The donkey climbed under the serpentine and dreamed of only one thing: to be the last one, to hang lower so that Pavlik could see and remember him.
Peacock is mom. Peacock is dad. He has warm hands and big gray eyes. He can do everything in the world: read books upside down, build towers, save princesses and bears. He sculpts balls, snakes and cucumbers. And she runs so that even the queen of the Christmas tree bounces on top!
The donkey is afraid of one thing: if only Pavlik does not grow up. The Big Red Ball with a white snowflake on its side said that children grow up and forget their toys. But not always. Pavlik's mom didn't forget the Big Red Ball with a white snowflake on its side.
When the box is opened, all the toys squint from the bright light.
Everyone except the Donkey. He looks up and, holding his breath, looks for Pavlik.
He is ready to ride to him, only a little entangled in the serpentine.
