In winter and summer, in autumn and spring, the Russian forest is good. On a quiet winter day you go out, sometimes, in the forest on skis, breathe and do not breathe. Deep, pure snowdrifts lie under the trees. Over the forest paths, the lace white arches bent under the weight of frosty trunks of young birches. Heavy white snow caps cover the dark green branches of tall and small firs. The high tops of the firs are covered with a necklace of purple cones. With a cheerful whistle fly from spruce to spruce, swinging on the cones of a flock of red-breasted pincers.
Winter forest is full of invisible life. From tree to tree there are light traces of squirrels, small traces of forest mice and birds. Only a very attentive person can observe the life of the winter forest. You need to be able to walk quietly, listen and stop. Only then all the wonderful beauty of the sleeping winter forest will open before you.
The forest is good in the early and late spring when it begins to wake up in it hidden from the eyes and ears of the tumultuous life. The winter snow melts. Above the head, one can see thin branches of birches covered with tarry buds. More and more bird voices are heard in the forest. The first arriving birds begin to sing, heavy wood grouse in the wilderness. Fallen needles are covered with nostrils snow under the spruce. The first pralines appeared on forest glades. Green, strong cranberry leaves can be seen on exposed buds. Snowdrops and spruce forests begin to bloom in some places on the heat, and the carpet grows. Smells like resinous buds, bark of trees. Thrushes sing. At the top of a high tree, all in the rays of the rising sun, cooing wild pigeon-virtue.
A joyful day will come - the green haze will cover the edge of the birch forest. Cuckoo dolls. In the mornings before dawn, the Red-browed beauties of the grouse-kodachi come to the current. In the evening above the tops of the forest are pulled, choirboy and zvirkaya, long-nosed woodcocks. Wild ducks quake over the river. At the edge of the forest marsh high in the sky curls lamb-because.
Much can be heard in the waking spring forest. The hazel grouse squeaks subtly and the invisible owls google at night. Spring dances of cranes drive through the impassable swamp. Bee bees buzzing above the yellow golden puffs of blossoming willows. And in the bushes on the bank of the river, he snapped and the first nightingale sang.
Which one of you hasn't been to a hot summer in a cool dark forest? The most voiced birds have become silent, the voiced nightingales do not sing along the edges of the forest.
You walk through the forest, looking carefully - you need to know how to find mushroom places, know where the mushroom grows. Hereunder the mixed forest trees, the hat of the aspen hat turns red. If you bend over, cut off a thick mushroom spine with a knife, carefully put the find in the basket. In some places, you'll find strong hogs, and it's nice to pick up a cold mushroom. Beautiful red fly agaric mushrooms scattered around the meadow in a wide circle. There are redheads in the pine forest. In a young birch forest, the mushrooms are densely covered with birch mushrooms.
Tasty, delicious strawberries ripen in the open woodland glades. In the middle of summer, the raspberry trees grow old. And blueberries ripen on the edges of the bogs, and cranberry berries blush on the green branches.
The Russian forest is especially beautiful and sad in the early autumn days. Bright spots of colored maples and aspen stand out against the golden background of yellowish leaves. Slowly circling in the air, yellowed light leaves fall from the birches. Thin silver threads of sticky web are stretched from tree to tree. Quietly in the autumn forest. The fallen dry leaves rustle under the feet. In some places, the hat of a late aspenovic turns red. A hazel grouse whistles thinly and cranes flying through the sky curse high.
Something sad, farewell can be heard and seen in the autumn forest. Baba's summer in the village was called this autumn short time. The air is transparent in autumn and clean, the water in the forest streams is transparent. Everyone is visible at the bottom of the pebbles. Late autumn flowers also bloom. Singing birds are preparing to fly away. No, no, no, it will crack a thrush in the forest, a woodpecker's toiler will knock on a dry tree. Another green, dropping ripe acorns, stands on the edge of the forest old hanging oak. But the tops of the birches are already naked. On a dark background of a continuous spruce forest, bright colors of maples and aspens are clearly visible. The leaves of willows have already flown around, and are lightly yellowed and floating on the water. It is good in the autumn blossoming forest, I do not want to leave it for a long time, say goodbye to the golden autumn days.
