Night is not just a dark time of the day when life stops. Very often it is quite the opposite, it is at night that real life begins. At night, people take off their masks and allow themselves to be who they are. Night is a time of sincerity, love and reflection. We offer you a selection of quotes, sayings and statuses about the night. Share them on in social networks Let them help you find out what the night means and for whom.
The night is an opportunity to relax and gain strength. But at night, the law of meanness also comes into force, especially when you need to get enough sleep before a responsible day. Then, as luck would have it, thousands of thoughts come into my head, and insomnia sets in. But for young people, life is just beginning at night, clubs, night squares and loved ones are waiting for them. Students in the night see a special meaning, especially during the session. For them, the night is an attempt to learn everything that others have been learning for six months. This is probably where the expression came from that sometimes you can learn a hundred times more in a night than in a whole year.
Night is the time of love. To do this, it is not necessary to fall asleep with your loved one in the same bed. In order to fall asleep, it is important to simply hear a native voice at night or read a sincere wish good night.
Quotes and aphorisms
For the morning to be good, the night must be passionate.
A night spent with a loved one is the key to a successful day.
The best thoughts come at night.
It's strange, why then only crazy people come to me?!
By day we are all ordinary people. At night we have our own, crazy life behind closed doors.
At night, someone becomes a star, someone becomes a millionaire, someone becomes an astronaut ... And so on until the morning.
You learn more in one sleepless night than in a year of sleep.
Especially when it's the night before the exam.
The night tormented by aching darkness,
Frightened by the inaccessibility of knowledge.
I only saw: greatness and peace,
Harmony and mystery of the Universe.
The night is filled with mystery and the magic of darkness.
If you do not sleep at night, you can see what many have not even dreamed of.
A sleepless night is the key to a nightmare day.
At night, people take off their day masks.
The night comes so that everyone can be themselves.
Summer nights are the wildest, the most restless.
Summer nights are the time for new life.
The night exists to say what you cannot say in the morning.
Night hides shyness and gives courage.
Each night needs its own menu. (Honore de Balzac)
It only seems to us that all nights are the same, in fact, every night, like every day, is special.
At night, a person is always different than during the day. (Erich Maria Remarque)
This is because at night he becomes himself, and during the day he plays different roles.
At night, thoughts have a peculiarity to break off the leash and walk free. (Stephen King)
Those who think a lot are unlikely to fall asleep at night.
Night, street, lamp, pharmacy,
A meaningless and dim light.
Live at least a quarter of a century -
Everything will be like this. There is no exit. (A. Blok)
Life stops at night to continue during the day.
Doing anything at three in the morning is either too late or too early. (J.P. Sartre)
The most optimal activity at three in the morning is to sleep soundly.
How good it is to stay awake at night. Then it's easier to talk. (E.M. Remarque)
The night gives courage and makes it possible to talk about what everyone is silent about during the day.
Statuses
There is no better sleeping pill than a good night message from someone whose thoughts keep you awake...
Good night will be when someone wishes it for you ...
White night is when ladies invite for the night?
No, this is when you get up and you can’t understand it’s still night and you can sleep, or it’s already morning and you’re late for work…)
The night gives shine to the stars and women.
By morning, both of them fade away ...
Friendship between a man and a woman weakens at nightfall.
Night is a time for love, not for friendship.
People can do without sleep, but not without night.
Even those who are not going to sleep are waiting for the night.
Night is a world of only sweet dreams
A world without sorrow and without tears
A world where no extra words are needed,
I wish you gentle, sweet dreams!
At night, words are really superfluous.
Coffee at night - prolongs your online Vkontakte.
But in the morning after a night online, even coffee seems to act as a sleeping pill ...)
Summer nights are not made for sleeping.
Summer nights are made to live.
Without your "good night" every night is more restless.
The night is restless not when there is no loved one nearby, but when he did not wish good dreams.
And the night lasts longer than a century when the daughter is at the disco ...
Do you want to know what eternity is? Let the child go to the disco ...)
Goodnight! May your dreams be so soft and fluffy that you purr from them in the morning!
The main thing is that the wool does not start to crumble ...)
Good night everyone. I went to frame the mattress, hug the pillow and stick to the blanket.
Yes, it turns out you're a slut...)
When they wish good night in ICQ, something is wrong, and when an SMS arrives on the phone, it's a thrill!
In ICQ they wish good night to friends, by SMS - to loved ones.
Love is when you call him in the evening to wish him good night, and cover the conversation with the phrase: “Damn ... it's already eight in the morning, I'm late for work ...!”
This is not love, this is talkativeness ...))
At night, the city looks mysterious and dreamy, you want to dream and relax with it.
Everything dreams at night - both nature and people.
The real enemy of sleep is the Internet. In world wide web The night flies like one hour. Online is addictive worse than any drug, so if you want to get enough sleep, find the strength in yourself to get offline in time and turn off your computer. Whatever plans you make for this night, remember that the main purpose of the night is to get enough sleep. A healthy and sound night's sleep is the key to a successful and fun day.
Once upon a time, when our planet did not yet look like a shimmering New Year's ball, when the bright magic of electricity had not yet touched humanity, and people had not equated themselves with the gods, night ruled the world. She came slowly, seeped through the departing rays of the saving day and filled the world with ashen darkness. And then people left. Powerless against the night, they locked themselves in their houses, lit candles in the secret hope that their fire would burn the hated darkness, but it only gratefully accepted their warmth, mercifully leaving people a little light. They were afraid. The night kept pain, danger, and the worst thing - monstrous creatures hiding under its cover. People were afraid of death. And they got it. The night brought them pain. As the sun went down, life died away, ceased to exist, until the darkness receded. But is it so scary, cruel and dangerous? ..
Wedged between low stone houses, the street was full of people. Trade tents, blacksmiths, flower shops, wagons, horses, street musicians, children took possession of the street so much that the wide avenue now resembled an impassable forest path. Loud voices, cheerful unpretentious music, the ringing clatter of hooves on stone pavement merged with the aromas of fresh bread, spicy herbs and new fabrics. All this, accompanied by dusty city air, stretched to the very gates of the royal castle. Behind their heavy wooden doors with gloomy guards forever bored, the quiet splash of ocean waves was heard, driven by the wind, they tried in vain to reach the walls of the castle, securely sheltered by the height of a steep hill.
The girl approaching the gate, without removing her hood, turned around. A blond-haired guy walked quickly through the people clinging to the side of the road, behind him, hiding the underachieving guards, snow-white wings rested.
The girl sighed doomedly and drew an incomprehensible symbol in the air and took off her light mantle. At the same moment, the same snow-white wings covered the thin figure. The people standing around froze, lowering their heads. The guy approached the girl and, taking her by the arm, went into the gate that had opened by that time. When the noisy street was behind him, he stopped and looked into the red-brown eyes of the girl from the setting sun and asked anxiously:
Why did you go alone? It'll be dark soon, what if you get lost? Daria, you don't know the city at all! His wings opened up a little.
If I sit in a castle, I will never recognize him. And these guards are just getting in the way.
The boy sighed wearily and lowered his wings.
Don't do that again, okay.
The girl nodded.
I hope you're ready for tomorrow?
Daria looked at her interlocutor with incomprehension.
Wedding. Didn't anyone tell you?
The girl frowned thoughtfully, but immediately smiled and said happily.
Olen, this is wonderful! So fast!
Olien, noticing the girl's fleeting thoughtfulness, became worried.
I'm leaving in 2 days for the Dark Lands. - Olien lowered his voice and lowered his head, - it is not known when I will return.
Hearing this, the girl shuddered.
Dark lands. From one name it became uncomfortable. Eastern forest, the only obstacle separating the kingdom of Olena from hostile peoples. Opponents of light magic, who sent the night to the whole world, who do not recognize the laws. Why go to them?
As if hearing the girl's thoughts, Olien replied. They have lived apart for too long. There are more of us. It's time for them to recognize this and stop resisting light magic. The Council decided that negotiations were needed, but .. - he was silent for a second, and then added anxiously - we cannot avoid a new war. After the wedding, I will already be king. So, they will have to reckon with my decision!
Daria saw a determined twinkle in her pale blue eyes. Would he leave her alone? Unable to contain her emotions, she began to cry.
But what about me? .. I'll stay here alone ...
Olien wiped away his tears with his palm and smiled softly:
You are the princess of your kingdom, the future queen of mine. One of the two light magicians of this world. Can't you get over a few months of separation?
The girl gave a last sob and spoke softly.
You're right. I guess it's time for me to get ready.
At that moment, a tall man appeared in the castle courtyard, seeing the prince and princess, he stopped. Daria quickly moved away from Olien and, looking at the man, tilted her head slightly.
Master..
Princess Daria. - he answered her with the same bow and, looking at the prince, added, - Prince Olien, I ask you to come to the council.
When Daria entered the room, a sharp bitter smell hit her nose. The room was filled with hazy, dark gray smoke coming from deep within the bedroom. In a cloud of fragrant mist, a thin tall silhouette was distinguished. The girl scattered the smoke in front of her with a wave of her hand and passed through the resulting corridor. At the window, waving a tuft of grass, walked a woman in a simple dress, her gray hair was loose, and her lips moved silently.
The girl sat on the bed.
Maybe it's enough to burn them? This smoke makes my eyes water.
The woman opened her eyes and dipped the beam into a cup of water, stopped
They help from the night spirits, - she sat down next to Daria and hugged her with one arm and asked:
Something happened?
Daria rose abruptly from the bed.
Why didn't you tell me the wedding is tomorrow?
You left again without permission, in the morning, I did not have time. And then you're so worried? You yourself wanted this?, - the woman stood up again and approached the girl, - Right?
The girl looked out the window. The sun has almost set, its edge has already touched the blue surface of the ocean.
A month ago, when she saw the prince, fair-haired, blue-eyed, with the same wings and so similar to an angel, she realized that she wanted to become his princess. Sitting in the garden of her castle, they talked all night long, and then, in boring meetings, sleepy and tired, they looked at each other and smiled. Such a sincere, he won her heart. She fell in love. But now, somewhere in the depths of my soul, a doubt lurked, importunate and too obvious not to notice it.
I'm sorry, I just don't like it when people decide for me.
The woman looked at her in disbelief, but said nothing, only hugged the girl and left.
The last rays of the setting sun only touched the room, they glided across the floor, probed the walls, as if saying goodbye to the familiar world. In the bright colors of the sunset, the girl's red hair was dyed fiery red, and her brown eyes turned into two flaming rubies. Seeing her reflection, she whispered
Ice and fire, - and then, after a pause, dreamily added, - perfect.
An hour later, there was no trace of the warm and noisy day. The entire kingdom fell into silence. Not a single rustle, knock, creak. As if somewhere out there, in incomprehensible and distant lands, someone, tired of the bustle and unbearable noise, lulled the world. The birds fell silent, the animals, even the wind seemed to subside, listening to his quiet lullaby.
But Daria did not like lullabies. She, wrapped in a blanket, peered into the impenetrable darkness of an empty room. The objects familiar to her suddenly became enemies now. The floral patterns on the walls looked like a web of terrible spells that were about to come to life and fill the bedroom with their deadly poison. And the only ray of light, reflected from the beloved mirror, became like a row of sharp teeth, sparkling through a sly smile. The girl hugged the blanket tighter. There, in her distant possessions, she dreamed of getting here. A kingdom surrounded by a dark forest and a bewitching blue ocean washing a deadly and even more beautiful cliff, the largest and strongest among the 10 countries of their world. The only one who dared to live on the border with the Dark Ones. Daria hoped that there would be no closed windows, frightened people, and this piercing silence. But no. Having traveled half the world, she realized that this world is ruled not by people, not by magicians, not by Gods, this world is ruled by fear. It permeates everything: earth, water, flowers and even birdsong. People breathe this fear, get drunk and thirsty without realizing it. He makes his way through the veins, cools the blood, lulls and rules. Undivided and eternal.
But how tired she was to live with this fear. Tired of falling asleep as soon as the solar disk touches the horizon, tired of stupid people who are mad with love for the light. What hides with the outside of the day? Why is night equated with death? Nobody remembers how it all started. It has always been that way, and so it should be. Then why was there doubt in her mind.
A sharp pain hit my head, along with a clear thought - this is not right. It can't go on like that. You need to kill the annoying fear and stop hiding behind stone walls.
The girl hesitated and sat on the edge of the bed.
How to love freedom if you spent your whole life in chains? How to reject fear if it is written on your soul with time?
Suddenly, out of nowhere came laughter. Daria began to look around fearfully. The room is plunged into familiar darkness: the same silhouettes, oppressive silence. But something has changed. It seemed? Or is it the night laughing at the presumptuous thoughts of a man who will never know her secrets? Or the girl is just going crazy. Getting out of bed no longer seemed safe. But something did not give rest. Daria looked at the window again and instead of the usual dark rectangle she saw a girl in front of her. The heart shattered like a snowball hitting its target. Another second and she will leave this world. There will be no more fear, no more stupid people, and no more sharp, like a blade, silence. You need to be careful with your thoughts, fate does not tolerate doubts.
Death, - the lips themselves whispered something that they didn’t even want to think about.
The stranger burst out laughing, loud and clear, like glass falling on marble. Eyes as blue as the waters at the bottom of the ocean shone, reflecting non-existent sparks of light. Her silvery hair floated in a misty haze around her soft blue light dress. Admiration momentarily replaced fear.
The laughter is silent.
I am not death, to my regret and your happiness. - the girl turned around and sat down on a low stone window sill.
Hearing this, Daria felt a slight regret. But she had already said goodbye to this hated world. But after a moment she was delighted, deciding not to tempt fate. She looked at the stranger and seemed to stop thinking. There were no questions, no interest. I just wanted to look and feel someone's presence next to me. She became so calm, as if she had known this girl, as if they had been all her life and a little more. After a moment, she thoughtfully said:
If death were as beautiful, not a soul would be left in this world.
They called me by different names, but I like Darkness more, as if answering someone's question, a stranger said, in such a tone as if they were having a small talk.
Brown eyes looked with surprise at the guest - so fragile, childishly cheerful and bright.
Dark? I imagined you differently ... - Daria got out of bed and walked barefoot across the cold floor, timidly sat down next to her.
Darkness smiled briefly.
I already existed when all the planets and stars were just shining dust scattered throughout the universe. Try to live at least half and you will find out what boredom is, not only from appearance, even from your own thoughts, - and shrugging vaguely, she added - I like it better.
From such a funny and human simplicity, Daria could not help smiling.
If this is Darkness, then why is everyone so afraid of it? Why do children hide and shudder at the mere mention of her name? The smile slipped from her lips. What if she's just pretending?
The darkness must have sensed her doubts. Slowly extending her thin, fragile hand, she lifted the girl's head, looked into fear-filled eyes, and said solicitously.
Your watch has stopped.
The girl involuntarily glanced at where hung a large wall clock brought from her home. It was hard to see through the darkness. But Daria suddenly realized what had changed then. The knock of the pendulum, spreading around the room so familiar that it had long been an imperceptible murmuring ringing, stopped. The darkness, as if not noticing her bewilderment, continued:
They've been by your side all your life. They said when to get up, when to lie down, when to love and when to say goodbye to this world. But today you did not lie down, did not listen to their many years of wisdom, suspected them of lying. And they stopped. In a debugged organism that has been working for centuries, the arrows stopped their measured, unpretentious course.
The girl furrowed her brows in thought.
They need to be brought...
Is it? - Darkness smiled mysteriously, - is it necessary to start the old mechanism, if ...
If you can create a new one.
Darkness nodded in satisfaction.
You just need to find the gear that once flew out and insert it in a new way.
Daria continued to peer at the clock hidden in the darkness. Once, in childhood, her father told her a story, about this very clock, which then hung over a hot blazing fireplace.
Once upon a time, everyone had a watch. In any house, on all the towers of the world. They helped to make decisions, gave advice, and most importantly - kept the balance of time. Watchmakers made sure that the clock was in good working order, and they, in turn, helped them to maintain their magical life force. Night was equal to day, and light was equal to darkness. But one day the clock stopped. Night conquered the world for many years. People lost in time and without their advisers plunged into despair. Watchmakers could not live without their friends. Chaos eclipsed the world in the form of terrible monsters and spirits.
Only 12 watchmakers, with the help of magicians, were able to survive and put parts of their soul into the best watch mechanisms, becoming inseparable from them. Having formed 12 castles, they began to rule the world and fight the horrors of the night. And the darkness began to recede. But 2 kingdoms came to her defense. They were against destroying the night and abandoning the last ritual. Nobody supported them. And the war began, cruel and useless. And only when almost all magicians and people were killed, and dragons and spirits were destroyed, the war stopped. Everyone lost. And a truce was signed. The Light Ones could not fight the night without the help of the Dark Ones, who went beyond the boundaries of their former lands, developing new wild territories beyond the impenetrable forest that once belonged to the first dark witchers. The remaining 10 kingdoms were left to be content with rare hours of the day and hide from monsters during long and dark nights.
And now the clock has stopped again.
How can I fix them without watchmakers, without magicians? How can I find the right part?
You have the blood of both. Especially since you stopped them. The moment I realized that fear had ruled the world for far too long. when I found the mistake. The map is hidden here, - she put her hand to where her heart was beating in a frantic rhythm.
The darkness waved its hand and the heavy shutters hiding the night flew across the stone floor like fireworks.
Just a step. Spread your wings.” She gestured fluidly toward the open window.
The girl froze as if frozen in ice. She saw the night for the first time. And for the first time she had to use wings, which in her entire life had never even lifted her into the air, not to mention flying. Daria doubted that it was even possible. Suddenly, a cold wind hit in the face, then lightly touched the soft feathers, which came to life as if they had been removed from many years of ice. The wings seemed to fill with friendly air and rose, filling the whole room with them.
The girl felt a surge of such joy that she had not experienced for a long time. Laughing, she folded and unfolded her wings several times, as if not believing that they were not just a formality, like a crown. And then, taking the caring hand of Darkness, she closed her eyes and stepped into the frightening night.
She met her with an icy gust of wind that touched her snow-white wings and, like a fallen leaf, whirled in one well-known dance. Daria enjoyed the role of a dancer in the autumn dance for several long moments.
She felt how frosty currents penetrate the thin fabric of the dress, how they penetrate the chilled skin, turning the bones into fragile ice figures. The wind wandered through the thin web of nerves, reaching into her innermost, deepest fears. He easily blew away their age-old seal and took them with him to distant and unknown worlds.
The free, light element occupied her soul so decisively that, it seems, she herself became the wind. No fear, no doubt, just peace. Then she opened her eyes.
Holding her breath, Daria spread her wings and stopped abruptly, flying back a little. She stared in amazement at the dark canvas of the sky, with difficulty forcing her still uncontrollable wings to keep her in the air. Countless flickering lights were scattered across the endless black and blue sky. Reflected in the impenetrable waters of the ocean, they made believe in a miracle. It seemed as if the whole world was drowned in this world of darkness and stars. And among this magically bewitching portal are two thin arches of light, like lullabies, ready to receive a tired star at any moment. For a second, Daria herself wanted to become this very star and fall asleep in a cozy heavenly bed. The girl turned around. The city was left behind, sleeping and silent, the roofs of its houses were slightly illuminated by the light of the stars, and the bright castle, which seemed to be about to fall from an unreliable cliff, against the background of a starry blue sky, looked like a small toy made of a glass snow globe. Daria involuntarily began to peer into the depths of the dark alleys, trying to find those horrors from which they had been hiding all their lives. But the darkness was silent - no monsters, no spirits, no impenetrable blackness of death. The world seemed to have changed its mantle, covered itself from human fuss, plunged into a beautiful dark blue fairy tale. Kind, quiet, caring. All this night, darkness and wind is an endless bewitching freedom that makes you want to scream.
It's time for us, - it sounded next to the girl, in whose eyes admiration was reflected.
The darkness was still there, patiently waiting for its turn. She does not need wings, she herself was part of the night.
Where? - the girl asked without taking her eyes off the sleeping city.
Listen to your heart, it always knows the answer, - said Darkness, and then as if whispering into the void, - even when it seems that it is not there.
The girl held her breath, closed her eyes and thought for a second, slightly turned and looked ahead. In the distance, crashing into the smooth surface of the ocean, a wide strip stretched. The girl shuddered and whispered:
Dark forest...
She looked at the darkness questioningly and as if hoping for a mistake. She nodded.
The heart does not make mistakes, no matter how much we think and no matter how much we want to.
The wind, as if sensing its uselessness, disappeared. With every minute, there were more and more heavenly lights, as if they were coming from the distant expanses of the Universe to look at their reflection in a huge water mirror, into which the usually raging ocean had turned. Daria flew over the water, sandwiched between two star worlds. The wings already obediently succumbed to her mental orders, the guiding thread, visible to her alone, led further and further away from the place that had almost become her home. She flew and more and more did not understand how the people serving dark magic would save her world from the exhausting night of many days? But somewhere in the back of her mind, she felt the familiar ringing of doubt. Is she flying for salvation?
Daria, listening to her feelings, began to fly away from the already familiar water further and further to the unfamiliar shore. And now, after a few minutes, unknown travelers were met by a dark forest, the almost black trees of which were so tall that the girl could hardly manage to fly without touching their dense foliage. Gnarled dry branches occasionally peeped out of the crowns of trees, as if trying to grab an uninvited guest.
The girl looked with horror into the blackening depths of the forest and the imagination itself imagined those who had been hiding behind an insurmountable barrier for so many years. Dark power always leaves an imprint on the user. How badly had she corrupted her age-old servants? Scary monsters. Living in impenetrable forests and swamps. Creatures that have nothing in common with those who once mastered these lands. With every second, children's horror stories came to life, causing a terrible desire to return. To long nights and unbearable short day, to the beloved prince and books. The girl turned around - she was completely alone: no Darkness, no wind, no ocean. Beyond the edge of the dark forest, she could see unfamiliar meadows, fields covered with a haze of darkness - she did not see either the city, or even a hint of its existence.
Tears glistened in my eyes. And suddenly there was no Darkness? Suddenly night spirits do exist? Maybe that's how they deal with their victims?
From the despair that suddenly rolled like a tsunami, the strength left the girl, the wings began to lower her lower and lower, giving her into the arms of gnarled branches. They touched the exposed skin, scratching it. Wings entangled in the web of foliage again became motionless. Closing her eyes, which still reflected the heavenly world, Daria obediently sank into the treacherous paws of the forest.
The body ached from a slight pain, and the draft covered the skin with a scattering of goosebumps. Through a haunting dream, Daria pulled the blanket over her head and buried her face in the pillow, soft and for some reason unusually large. When the kingdom of dreams had already opened its gates in front of her, a fire of memories suddenly flared up in the mind of the girl. They passed like a flock of birds, driving away the persistent drowsiness.
Daria stood up abruptly and opened her eyes. The body instantly reacted to this impulse with pain, sharp as glass fragments. The head swam and the room blurred like water-drenched paint. A weak moan escaped her throat and the girl collapsed onto the bed again. A few minutes later, the dizziness passed, then Daria looked around the room with a smooth look, as much as the candle fire allowed, diluting the darkness with its warmth. The girl found herself in a spacious, even huge bedroom, furnished with flowers. The ceiling and stone walls were painted with large, but incomprehensible patterns in the dark. A large wooden bed, closed from the rest of the room by translucent light curtains, swaying from the draft, was almost the only piece of furniture. When Daria sat down she understood why. On the floor, covered with a soft-looking carpet, there were scattered a lot of completely different pillows: from the largest, the size of an armchair, to the very small ones that could fit in the palm of your hand; patterned, plain and colored, they filled the whole room. And among all this comfort, softness and colors, steel looked so ridiculous and strange. Shielding the stems, swords, axes, spears and daggers of all colors, sizes and shapes gleamed in the candlelight. The arrows hanging around the bow created an unpretentious large flower that complemented and at the same time contradicted the wall patterns. The dark columns were hung with beads of silvery stars, small sharp blades, and feathered needles at the end.
The weapons that were out of place in this room looked like pictures cut out of books that had been pasted here by mistake. Coming out of an enthusiastic stupor, the girl felt how a wave of fear, driven by a fantasy that had played out, fills her from the inside. Forgetting about the pain, she stood on the air-soft, like fluff, carpet and, suppressing the rolling dizziness, headed for the door, touching patterned pillows and dangerous smooth blades along the way. The hilt of each sword was a work of high art and craftsmanship, and the scratches, chips, and scars on the devilishly sharp blade told more about the battles than the most true stories. An amazing combination of transcendent beauty and mortal danger - this should be a real weapon. Strength, faith, courage and love - that's what Daria felt when she touched each of them. Fear disappeared and only impatiently fervent interest remained. Finally, the girl reached the wooden door.
The corridor, contrary to her expectations, turned out to be completely simple - stone, with heavy curtains and dark stone columns. Without looking into any of the rooms, Daria headed for the exit. It was very warm outside. When the girl stepped out onto the veranda and her bare feet touched the stone steps, she didn't even feel the cold. But when she stepped outside the house, Daria froze like an icy garden statue, and a sigh of admiration escaped her mouth. Her feet sank into the soft brown-green grass. And all around, covering the whole space, flowers grew. Scarlet, purple, pink and dark yellow fluffy buds so impressed the girl that she did not immediately notice the path leading into the very depths of the fabulous jungle. Having enjoyed the warming touches of the grass, which is so little in her home country, the girl stepped on the smooth trampled ground. The night sky was bright as in summer, and the starry cradles, almost half filled, illuminated the amazing garden with their radiance. The black-green leaves of tall trees hid soft brown branches laden with juicy and appetizing fruits. Flowering trees, shrubs and bushes, emitting an intoxicatingly sweet aroma, parted in front of the girl, as if inviting her into their world. Huge buds sank in sparkling berries, thickets of grass. Velvet, smooth and prickly leaves rustling in the light night wind carelessly and affectionately touched the open hands, face and wings, as if welcoming a new guest. The insanely mesmerizing garden with what seemed to be a million different flowers was filled with a heady mixture of sweet-vanilla aromas with occasional notes of bitterness and dry pungency. The further she went, the thicker the plants became, describing which it was impossible not to say "dark": dark green leaves, black-red flowers, deep purple buds. There were so many plants that if it were not for the narrow path in the exotic garden, mysterious from the moonlight, it would be impossible to take a step. Daria walked with impatience for the next turn, with new mysterious trees and flowers.
And so, completely happy and forgetting about everything in the world, the girl went out into a small clearing with sprawling terribly tall trees in the middle. Two intertwined trees - black and white - with fiery red leaves and berries hanging on it like a garland on a Christmas tree, hid the entire clearing under their thick shadow. Their roots spread in an inexplicable pattern from the center to the edge of a dark green meadow surrounded by fragrant lilies. Such an unnaturally fabulous contradictory beauty. Suddenly, the girl noticed that at the base of an unusual tree someone was sitting, leaning her back against the invisible side. Broad shoulders twitched slightly, and the head, shaded by the crown of the tree, barely turned to listen to the guest.
Are you already awake? - Notes of a deep, low, but youthful voice with a pleasant vibration passed through the girl's entire body, - Sorry for leaving one, - there was not a drop of remorse in his tone. But from the velvety bass filled with power, a wave of trembling passed through Daria's body, her heart began to beat faster. He didn't ask for anything yet, but he already wanted to listen.
Did you like lilies? - the stranger said thoughtfully and with slight surprise.
Daria could not answer anything, she just stood and listened, catching every word.
Hearing no answer, the stranger turned his head again, then hurriedly got up and walked out of the shadowy veil of the dense tree. It seems that Daria has never experienced so much surprise, and it is unlikely that she will ever experience it.
Standing in front of her was a tall, strong guy who didn't seem to be much older than her. His tousled maroon hair shone with a row of silvery short curls that looked more like a streak of moonlight than real hair. On a pale, strangely perfect face, translucent green eyes almost sparkled. So light that only a drop would be enough to turn them into absolutely transparent. And as if knowing about this danger, someone protected these fragile lakes with a dark purple wall, preventing them from blurring.
Is this thoughtfully cute guy the owner of that voice. As if hearing her doubts, he smiled with the most charming smile, which unrecognizably gave his face a self-confidently impudent look, and slowly approaching her said:
I am the owner of this house. Kai. - he frowned worriedly and thoughtfully and casually ran through his hair with a habitual gesture.
From this usual action and a deep voice, an incomprehensible warmth and awe spread inside the girl, which surprised the girl. And she, constrained by feelings unusual for her, uttered worried voices.
Darkaria. Princess of the Northern Lands of Light Magicians, - lips uttered a memorized phrase before she had time to think.
Suddenly, the boy laughed, sincerely and loudly. Daria frowned and, looking at him in confusion, said quietly:
Maybe just Daria. Where I am?
Kai stopped laughing and said in a mockingly serious voice:
Yes Darius is a little shorter. You are on the eastern border of the city - the capital of the United Dark Kingdom. Then he smiled broadly again and tilted his head into Daria's lowered face.
First, I'm hungry. Secondly, maybe it’s customary for you to walk around in night dresses, but for us it’s at least stupid, - he lightly touched the tip of her nose with his finger and, assuming the usual thoughtful expression, went along the only path so quickly that Daria didn’t even have time to be indignant his audacity.
The house in which Daria spent about 10 hours in an unconscious state turned out to be a miniature castle surrounded by a fabulously beautiful and strange park and located on the very edge of the Dark Forest.
From a wide dirt road, it looked like the only bright cloud in a gloomy stormy sky. Daria walked, trying to somehow cover herself with what Kai called a dress. The light fabric that opens almost the entire body aroused the indignation of a girl brought up by completely different rules. To her protests, the guy just smirked and explained that in their country, they don’t dress differently. A few minutes later, Daria gave up her futile attempts to fix her unaccustomed clothes.
Thank you for helping me, - Daria looked at the guy walking a little ahead. It's amazing how funny nature can be when creating people. Such a strange and eye-catching combination of darkness and light, wisdom and youth.
Please, - Kai replied casually, as if saving the winged girls was his job.
They walked all the way to the city in thoughtful silence. Kai hummed some vaguely familiar tune, and Daria eagerly looked at the meadows and fields, which were no longer left in her world. During all this time, the impudent and self-confident guy, contrary to the girl's expectations, did not even try to ask her about what had happened. It was like he already knew everything. And this terribly annoyed and surprised the girl. How can it combine so much frank arrogance and humble tact.
The night sky, illuminated by two crescents, was so bright, as if the night decided to try on the mask of the day. In this light, the approaching city looked even friendlier and kinder. And its open wooden gates without guards and sharp peaks, which surprised the girl so much, seemed to rejoice at every guest.
When the girl entered them, she still did not believe that she was in the world of the Dark Ones. It was all too different from her expectations and fears.
Kai pulled on a hood that almost completely hid his face. And Daria looked around enthusiastically. The city looked like a huge settlement of fabulous fairies. Snow-white stone houses friendly side by side with small thatched huts located on indescribably tall dark blue trees. They hung over the city, connected by rope bridges and thick branches. Residents - girls with hair of unimaginable colors and in terribly open dresses and the same bright guys, only half dressed - soared over the city like fluffs, without wings and any assistants. There was not a glimpse of moonlight behind the fused giant crowns of trees, they covered the city like a dome, illuminated by small flying buds. Instead of the usual pavement, the girl stepped on the snow, the same as in her world, but warm, soft and as if alive. The walls of stone and log houses were completely hidden behind vines hung with bright blue berries, and under the windows, hiding in dense thickets of bushes, children played. Along the snowy paths, like a fence, low trees with black leaves grew, covering small round houses from which small winged creatures similar to people flew out. Creatures of various sizes walked, ran and flew along the wide spacious streets: small red men, winged fluffy creatures similar to large cats with long spiked tails. The couples in love were not embarrassed to hug each other on a hanging swing. The whole city, immersed in flowers and trees, was the real embodiment of beauty, kindness and comfort. All of a sudden, the girl stopped. A little to one side of her, sat a girl with protruding curls of bright red, like Daria's, hair and yellow eyes. And above her, like a thundercloud, hung a dark transparent spirit. The girl took a step to help her, but Kai, grinning, stopped her. Daria was frightened, but did not dare to disobey him.
The girl drew a sign in the air, unknown to the girl, and placed her hand on the ground. At this place, as if from the air, the most ordinary rose bush grew, with green leaves and light red unopened buds. Then she looked at the spirit and nodded a little back. The spirit immediately surrounded the bush and for a few seconds it disappeared behind a dark haze. When the spirit receded, Daria saw the already familiar black-green leaves and brown-red buds. She looked questioningly at Kai. He shrugged his shoulders and took her by the arm.
This is the same night spirit that you scare children with. Ordinary plants cannot live without sunlight. These spirits help us accustom plants to the moons. But their light is much weaker than the sun, so the plants darken a little, and sometimes completely change their color. They turned sharply and were a huge tree trunk. Kai stopped and solemnly said:
And here is the palace, Your Majesty.
Daria frowned and the guy looked up. The girl raised her head. In the giant bright red crown of the tree, many log buildings were hidden: towers, houses and huts, connected by corridors of vines. The girl thought.
When she first woke up in this world, her only desire was to get out of here as soon as possible. She herself asked Kai to take her to the palace so that its ruler would help her fly home. But she knew this world, she no longer wanted to return to her own.
She put on a smile and said:
Well, let's go to the prince?
Which prince? Kai responded with mock surprise.
The one who will send me home and who lives here, - Daria spoke slowly and uncertainly, watching the reaction of the guy.
Kai shrugged.
There is no prince here. The castle seemed too big to him and he gave it to the school.
They circled the castle and exited through a small gate to a moonlit beach. Its blue sand almost merged with the waters of the ocean, reflecting the stars, like the ocean that the girl saw only rising into the air. But something was different. In this ocean, the stars seem to have created twins for themselves in the swaying waves, who lived separately and happily in the water world. The ocean is not calm or raging, it was rustling, warm, as if alive ...
Daria took off her sandals and walked to the very edge of the water, so that the waves barely touched her feet. Kai took off his cloak and, throwing it over the girl's trembling shoulders, took her hand. Suddenly, from somewhere came a quiet, measured melody, spilling over the entire shore. The girl listened and through the rustling of the waves and the whistle of a light wind she recognized the lullaby that she had been sung to in childhood.
Ai answered again before the girl could ask a question.
The ocean also has spirits. They fly over its waters waiting for guests. And when someone comes to the shore, they climb into it, remembering and looking for a long-forgotten song there, - he said, looking somewhere in the distance, to where the brightening sky meets the ocean, and his voice sounded gentle and thoughtful.
After these words, they fell silent, listening to the quiet lullaby of the ocean. Daria fell more and more in love with this world. So simple and cheerful, without stupid rules and fear.
The silence was broken by a loud roar coming from the ocean. It became louder and louder, and then the water seemed to boil, and from there, cutting through the air, something rapidly flew up. Daria couldn't believe her eyes. Against the background of a starry blue sky, a real dragon was flying with its wings folded along its body and its long neck stretched out. Having reached the highest point, he froze for a second, and then, turning around, flew down. A moment later, he had already landed next to them, spraying them with a million small drops. Daria was frightened, and the dragon glanced past her and staring at Kai, obediently bowed his head. Its wings, shining in the moonlight, were like rods covered with soft but strong red leather, and its massive head and neck were decorated with bone horns and small sharp spikes that alternately smoothed out, then rose again with each of its breaths.
Kai extended his hand and the dragon, wagging its tail like a palace dog, offered its head to him. Daria stared in horror at this cute-dangerous scene. The guy looked at her and laughed and asked:
Shall we ride?
The girl cautiously looked at the sharp spikes and stepped back and said:
The guy rolled his eyes and came close to the girl, said in a low, deep half-whisper:
Are you going to let fear control you?
And from his resolute look and disarming voice, the girl forgot all the words of refusal.
The cool and smooth skin of the dragon turned out to be much more pleasant than the girl thought. When she, with the help of Kai, climbed onto the dragon, he snorted in displeasure and released a thin stream of fire. But her one look into the orange-yellow eyes of the creature was enough for him, hiding his spikes, obediently bowed his head before her.
When Kai sat down, the dragon, spreading its giant wings, began to slowly rise into the air, now and then listening to its passengers. And then, as if on cue, he took off. Daria barely had time to grab onto the guy, on whose face a brazen and self-satisfied smile was already shining. From the rapid flight, the stars merged into long thin stripes, and the approaching sky became brighter. Breathing became more difficult. Either from a lack of oxygen at a height, or from emotions pouring over the edge. Daria flew on a winged miracle, and next to her sat the most sincere and arrogant person she knew. And for the first time in her life she did what she wanted - she screamed merrily and loudly.
The dragon began to slow down and soon stopped completely, flapping its wings only to keep itself in the air, as Daria had once done. From a breathtaking height, nothing could be seen but the outlines of the blue ocean and the black-green land. They were in heaven. In the same world that Daria saw reflected in the calm waters of the ocean. Around them glittered thousands of stars, the light of which could outshine the sun. In this light, every scale, every scratch of the dragon, which patiently hung in the air, was visible. The girl glared at the star closest to her, and then looked at Kai, who had been staring with satisfaction all this time with his caring green eyes. He immediately understood her and silently nodded.
Daria stood on the dragon, holding on to the strong hand of the guy and taking a deep breath, spread her wings again. They slowly and smoothly lifted her into the air and the girl, closing her eyes blinded by light, extended her hand to the star. Warmth spread throughout her body, but no matter how hard she tried to touch the star, it was impossible. She was just a shining warm ball, radiating goodness and strength. You can't touch it, you can only feel it.
Daria looked down at Kai's spellbound face and realized that he had never reached the star, because there were no wings behind him. And then she gathered all her strength and, putting her hand under the star, began to whisper a spell. After a few long seconds, the star obediently lay on the palm of her hand and the girl, smiling contentedly, lowered her to her friend. He was silent, never taking his eyes off the shining ball. The girl sat down and extended her hand between them. Kai hesitantly stretched out his hand and when the light touched his fingers, both he and Daria, involuntarily closing their eyes, felt an inconceivable surge of warmth, comfort and light. A moment later, when their eyes met, the star suddenly flashed and its even snow-white light was replaced by a sparkling glow of red and green. And then she took off and stood up, where she had lived for centuries, only now her light was alive.
Neither Daria nor Kai were able to breathe. For a long time they did not tear their uncomprehending happy eyes from each other, before the dragon, releasing a column of fire, did not descend back to their familiar world. And Darius and Kai laughed so sincerely and happily that this laughter, reflected from a thousand stars, sounded in the silence of the night for many centuries.
They sat on the cool sand, stroking the winged miracle sleeping from fatigue, and Daria listened to a pleasant, caring voice that told her a story that answered all unspoken questions.
When the night took over the world, our ancestors were the first to stop fighting it. Seeing her strength, they realized - it's useless. The night came, not as a punishment for the evil of people, it came because it was necessary. Because that is nature. The night keeps the most secret secrets, fears and desires of people. Only under her cover can they fearlessly go out into the street. People did not die from the night, they died from monsters created by their own consciousnesses. But no one listened to the magicians, and then they went to uncharted lands to create a world unlike the one from which they were expelled. They became known as the Dark Ones. The night rewarded them with knowledge. And they realized that magic knows no boundaries. With her help, they created a completely new world, alive, in which everything breathed. And the magic has not left us, - Kai held his hand over the sand and in that place beautiful green-red flowers appeared, thinning out a delicate sweet aroma.
Daria stood in the middle of the room, so familiar and dear, but she was no longer her room. This is the room of the naive girl she was no longer. Now she knew everything about the world she lived in. She knew what the night hides and what those who write the history of kingdoms hide in its twilight. She knew how to save their fragile, dying world. But only one question remained in my head: how to unite the worlds that had been waging a silent struggle for many centuries.
Daria looked down at the crimson folded slip of paper with the words, carelessly written, Open it when you're lost in thought again. And she unwrapped it without thinking. At the same moment, shining dust scattered around the room, which before her eyes turned into huge bouquets of lilies that filled everything from walls to ceiling. Her room looked like a fairy garden. And on an absolutely clean sheet, in the middle, a short inscription almost shone: “I am that same prince.”
The room was filled with a heady, suffocatingly sweet smell that made the air almost palpable. And through this deep aroma, filling the ringing silence with meaning, a quiet measured knock spread;
I heard this story from a friend. But I decided to experiment a little and try to write it in the first person. In general, read: a life story (I hope!) in some kind of literary processing ...
Have you ever been afraid to go to bed? Did they look with fear at the clock, mentally begging them that the night would never come? They buried their faces in the pillow, dreaming of only one thing: let the morning come soon? … Not? Then you can hardly understand me. But still…
… My parents always told me to help people. I nodded in agreement and safely ignored their words. No, not because I didn't think so! It was just that my head was full of other, more important thoughts and commandments. Oh, how much I did not understand then!
I was sixteen years old when... When that memorable winter came. When frost hit, completely unusual for our region. When the bell rang at the door of my apartment… I opened it. On the threshold stood something, with its head wrapped either in a huge tattered shawl, or in a veil. I got scared. I wanted to slam the door, but then I heard a thin, trembling voice:
- Daughter, let me warm up!
My eyes got used to the darkness of the entrance, and I could see the face of the visitor. It was an old woman: small and slightly hunched over. From under the cape, which, apparently, was still an old plaid, gray hair was knocked out. Deep wrinkles were visible on the dirty face. The only thing that brought at least some light notes to the creepy appearance of the old woman were her eyes. In them - of course, faded and inflamed - life still flickered. And now they looked at me with hope.
“Honey,” the guest began again, “it’s cold outside, I’m very cold ... And I have nowhere to go, I haven’t been at home for a long time ... Please, let me warm up at your place for at least five minutes!” I won't disturb you, I'll just stand here in the hallway for a while.
The clock has already passed eleven. My parents stayed away, I was at home alone. I didn’t want to let a stranger into the apartment at all ... And in general, why on earth!? Why would some dirty beggar be warming herself in my hallway? No, let him go to the neighbors and ask for help there!
- Not! I stated categorically. "I won't let you go, go away!"
– I beg you! - the old woman tried to hold the door, which I again set out to slam. - Don't chase me away! I feel that I don’t have long left, let me at least warm up a little before death ...
But I was adamant. I don’t know where so much anger came from in me, but at that moment for some reason I could not restrain myself ...
- Get out immediately! - I screamed at the unfortunate. “I have an apartment, not a rooming house, and I don’t want to let any smelly bums in here!”
- Please…
- Not!
- I beg you...
“Get out of here, I said!”
The old lady let go of my door and stepped back. I safely locked myself in the apartment. Somewhere in ten minutes, my parents called and said that they would stay overnight at a party ... And in the morning, the residents of our entrance were awakened by a heart-rending female scream. Throwing on my mother's fur coat, I, following the rest of the neighbors, rushed down the stairs. On the ground floor, right next to the exit from the entrance, we saw an old woman lying on the floor. Half covered with an old, dirty blanket, she lay curled up, as if still trying to keep warm. But in fact, she was no longer breathing. Her face was white, her lips were blue. Wide-open eyes looked somewhere into the void. But there was no life in them anymore ... Some of the neighbors groaned, someone grimaced with contempt (“the damn homeless people have become impudent, they’re already coming to our entrance to die!”), Galya from the second floor, who found the body , returning from night duty, they were already drinking valerian ... But I took off and rushed upstairs! After all, it was she - my night uninvited guest ...
The next night I couldn't sleep. She lay with her face turned to the wall, and tried to drive away the gloomy thoughts from herself. At some point, I felt a terrible cold all over my body. An unknown force made me turn around. A few steps from my bed was the same old woman, wrapped in her blanket. She didn't move, didn't make a sound. Her dead, motionless eyes stared fixedly at me. I wanted to scream in fear, to run away, but I couldn't do it. The body refused to obey, the cry seemed to freeze in my throat ... I don’t remember how long I lay like this, looking at her ... I woke up only in the morning, as if after a heavy, unpleasant dream. Probably, I would have taken it for a dream if she had not come to me the next night ... Then everything was repeated exactly: again I could neither move nor scream ... Since then I don’t remember such a night that she didn’t came to my bed. This has been going on for several years now. She is still silent, and I ... I don’t know how I still retained a clear mind ...
Every day I ask myself the question: what if I let her go then? Probably everything would be different. She would have lived longer ... Well, or at least died happy ... But after every day, night comes. God, how I fear her coming!
…Have you ever been afraid to go to bed?…
Ekaterina Kiseleva
Occupation in senior group"Parts of the day: morning, afternoon, evening, night"
Lesson in the senior group.
Parts of the day: morning, day, evening, night.
Tasks: - expand ideas about parts of the day, their characteristic features, sequences ( morning, day, evening, night, be able to identify parts of the day, introduce a general concept "Day".
Introductory word.
- Guess the riddle: I do not walk and do not fly,
And try to catch up!
I am golden.
Well - look at the fairy tale! (gold fish)
From what fairy tale did the Goldfish come to us?
That's right, the Goldfish lives at the bottom of the sea, where it's dark all the time. That's why she can't tell the time days. Let's help her.
A day as a measure of time has its own specific quantitative characteristic - 24 hours, so time is measured in days. This is the first natural unit of time.
The day is divided into four parts: morning, day, evening, night.
Time days when the sun rises above the horizon is called morning that comes with the dawn. The sun just rises above the horizon, rises higher and higher above the trees and roofs of houses, gives us its bright rays and a sunny smile.
in winter morning starts later and earlier in the summer. And even in summer, there is morning dew on the grass. This is when the grass is wet, as if it had rained, but in fact there was no rain, just for night the air cooled down and turned into small droplets of water that settled on leaves and blades of grass. Morning starts with awakening. Plants wake up, opening their buds, animals and birds wake up, crawling out of their minks and flying out of their nests. In the morning you need to get out of bed, carefully make it up. Then go wash, brush your teeth, do exercises and get ready for kindergarten or school. Meanwhile in the kitchen in the morning We are already waiting for breakfast, which was prepared by my mother. Listen poem:
Morning
The dawn rises over the river
The rooster crows in the yard.
kittens wash,
Guys wake up.
During the day, a person is awake. Children play in the yard or kindergarten, schoolchildren study and return home after school, while adults work in the meantime. Small children are supposed to get some sleep in the afternoon, and schoolchildren older to do homework to up evenings to do favorite things and go for a walk.
During the day, the sun rises high in the sky and moves from east to west across the sky, gradually descending towards the horizon in the afternoon. In summer, the sun rises high above the horizon, and in winter it sets low and quickly.
In the daytime days for children are classes in kindergarten and at school, after which it is lunch time. Lunch consists of first, second and third, after which you need to rest a little, and for younger children there is "quiet hour".
closer to evening it's time for lunch. An afternoon snack is a small dinner, which consists of a roll with tea or fruit with juice, after which you can go for a walk.
Day
The sun is high in her
Far from sunset
A mouse drags grains into a burrow.
The kid is learning the alphabet.
In the evening The sun goes down lower and lower and sets below the horizon. This time days is called evening. And when the sun disappears below the horizon, you can watch a beautiful sunset. It can be bright in yellow-red rays. in winter evening comes early and the sun sets quickly, and in summer it gets evening long and the sun sets slowly.
Plants, animals and birds are getting ready for bed. Flowers close their buds, animals climb into their burrows, an anthill in the forest closes, and birds sing lullabies near their nests.
Evening is the time when children come from a walk, and adults from work. This is dinner time, after which you can play a little, watch TV or read an interesting book.
FROM evenings you need to prepare for tomorrow, collect clothes, books for school, brush your teeth and go to bed. After evenings the darkest time is coming day - night.
Evening
The sun is red.
The squirrel hides in a hollow.
Drema is coming to visit us,
He carries the story with him.
At night all people, animals and plants rest to gain strength for the next day. People sleep in their beds under warm blankets, dogs and cats curl up in their cozy places, birds hide in tree branches, and plants close their buds. Some animals, such as owls, which sleep during the day, stay awake at night but most animals at night sleep in their nests and burrows. Night is the time of silence, rest and sweet dreams.
The sun hides far below the horizon and it is very dark around. But now you can see the stars in the sky and for some time the month comes out. During the day, the stars and the moon are invisible because of the bright sunlight, but at night in complete darkness they stand out in all their glory.
At night a moon appears in the sky. This moon is our satellite of the planet Earth. The month is full - they call the full moon. It happens in the form of a growing or waning crescent. Or maybe not at all - called the new moon. While we last night, another parts the globe the sun is shining and is going with might and main day.
The earth revolves around the sun and rotates around its own axis. To be clearer, look at this globe.
Night
The stars are burning in the sky.
Birds sleep and fish sleep.
Sleeping flowers in the garden in the beds,
Well, we are in our beds.
Now let's loosen up:
big round moon
Rising in the starry sky.
(raise hands up, hug head).
She sends her bright beam to me
And whispers: - Very late!
(hand raised to forehead, looked into the distance.
"chi-chi").
The moon rises, and I'm in bed!
And until the morning you have to sleep!
(They raised their hands up, made a house over their heads.
They put their hands under their cheeks).
…big yellow moon
Turns pale and enters.
(Join hands in a circle and lower).
The stars went out, and it is visible
Dawn. And the sun is rising.
(Hands to the side).
I'll get up, and the moon - in bed!
Before she needs to sleep tonight!
(Stretched, put their hands under their cheeks,
The index finger was brought to the lips, made "chi-chi").
- And so, guys, you and I know that there are day and night. It's light during the day. Day in kindergarten pass lessons, you can play, walk, daytime sleep.
What are you doing during the day?
– It's dark at night. Almost all people are asleep. What are you doing at night? (sleep).
– Evening is coming when it ends day and it gets dark outside. What are you doing in the evening?
(Coming back from kindergarten, walking, watching TV, getting ready for bed).
- when it ends night, comes morning. The sun is rising. What are you doing in the morning? (I wake up, get up, wash my face, go to kindergarten).
Now let's play.
Didactic game "When does it happen?"
Target: consolidate knowledge about parts of the day; practice matching pictures with parts of the day: morning, day, evening, night.
The game can accept participation from 1 to 4 people.
Game rules: according to the word that the teacher says, show the card and explain why he chose it. Match this card with models parts of the day(squares in yellow, white, brown, blue).
game action: search for the desired picture and its relationship with the model parts of the day.
Material: models parts of the day, pictures reflecting activities at different times days.
The bright sun rises, the cockerel sings in the garden,
Our children are waking up, going to kindergarten.
When does it happen? (in the morning)
The sun is shining brightly in the sky, the children went for a walk.
When does it happen? (afternoon)
The day has passed, the sun is setting, dusk is slowly creeping in.
Light lamps, candles. Dark is coming (evening)
Bears and elephants are sleeping, the hare is sleeping and the hedgehog,
Everyone around needs to sleep.
Our children too. When does everyone sleep? (at night)
Children guess riddles and choose a picture for themselves, carefully examine it. Match the picture with parts of the day and correlate with the desired model, explaining why.
Reflection.
How else can you call day? (day)
From what parts consists of a day? (morning, day, evening, night)
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