One day, they learned from people that cranberries that have wintered under the snow become very tasty, and as soon as the snow melted, they went to the Fornication swamp. Gathering together, the children remembered that they had heard from their father about a Palestinian woman unknown to anyone, where the sweetest cranberries grow.
On the way, the children had to pass the Fornication swamp itself, about which there was a legend among the people about how two hundred years ago the wind-sower brought two seeds: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone, and since then the spruce and pine have been growing together. And when the wind shakes the trees, spruce and pine groan like living beings. Nastya and Mitrasha sat down to rest by the Lying Stone, not far from these trees. “It was completely quiet in nature, and the children, who were cold, were so quiet” that even the black grouse did not pay any attention to them. Extraordinary beauty reigned around, and only the faint singing of birds was heard, "dedicated to the rising of the great sun." And when they were about to move on, the wind suddenly came up, pulled, the spruce pressed against the pine, the pine against the spruce, and the trees groaned. As if nature itself warned the children.
Having gathered to go further, the guys suddenly noticed that "a fairly wide swamp path diverged with a fork." Mitrasha, having checked the direction of the paths on the compass, decided to follow a weaker path, Nastya - along a different, dense path. The guys started arguing. And here again, nature tried to warn the guys: “the gray cloud moved in tightly and covered the entire sun with its life-giving rays.” The evil wind jerked very sharply, and the pine and spruce, piercing each other with branches, growled, howled, groaned all over the Fornication swamp, as if supporting the argument between brother and sister. That morning, by the trees, it sometimes looked like a lost or abandoned child somewhere in the forest was weeping bitterly. Indeed, the children were separated from each other. Nastya, carried away by picking berries, for some time forgot about her brother. And he "left the beaten human path and climbed straight into the Blind Elan." Although the prudent sister warned him, and the white-beard grass showed the direction of the detour of the elani.
But nature came to the rescue again. The children were saved by the fact that the dog Travka, who had lost his owner and now lives in the forest, could not endure the plaintive cry of "trees woven forever." She sensed human misfortune and came to the rescue. She found Nastya, helped Mitrasha get out of the swamp. Her pursuit of a hare led the wolf to a juniper bush where the young hunter hid. Mitrasha did not lose his head and shot the wolf. But most importantly, Nastya heard a close shot and screamed. Mitrasha, recognizing her voice, answered, and she instantly ran to him. Grass brought a hare to its new owner, and friends began to warm themselves by the fire, cook food and spend the night.
Option - 2
In one village, near the Bludov swamp, near the city of Pereslavl-Zalessky, two children were orphaned. Their mother died of an illness, their father died in World War II. We lived in this village just one house away from our children. And of course, we, along with other neighbors, tried to help them in any way we could. They were very nice.
"The little man in the bag", like Nastya, was covered in golden freckles, and his nose, also clean, like his sister's, looked up. After their parents, all their peasant farming went to the children: a five-walled hut, a cow Zorka, a heifer Daughter, a goat Dereza, nameless sheep, chickens, a golden rooster Petya and a piglet Horseradish.
It is very good that Nastya is two years older than her brother, otherwise he would certainly become conceited and in friendship they would not have, as now, excellent equality. It happens, and now Mitrasha will remember how his father instructed his mother, and decides, imitating his father, to also teach his sister Nastya. But little sister listens little, stands and smiles...
Sour and very healthy cranberries grow in swamps in summer and are harvested in late autumn. But not everyone knows that the very best cranberries, sweet, as we say, happen when they spend the winter under the snow. This spring, the snow in the dense spruce forests was still there at the end of April, but it is always much warmer in the swamps: there was no snow at all at that time.
Nastya, starting to get ready, hung a large basket over her shoulder on a towel. - Why do you need a towel? Mitrasha asked. - And how? - answered Nastya. - Don't you remember how your mother went for mushrooms? -
I remember, - Nastya answered, - he said about cranberries that he knew the place and the cranberries were crumbling there, but I don’t know what he was talking about some Palestinian woman. I still remember talking about the terrible place Blind Elan *. “There, near the elani, there is a Palestinian woman,” Mitrasha said. -
Having passed a little by the swamp, the children climbed the first borina, known as the High Mane. From here, from a high bald spot, in the gray haze of the first dawn, Borina Zvonkaya could barely be seen. Even before reaching the Zvonka Borina, almost near the very path, individual blood-red berries began to appear. Cranberry hunters initially put these berries in their mouths.
Over the small, gnarled fir-trees and birch trees, a night blanket hung in a gray haze and drowned out all the wonderful sounds of the Ringing Borina. Only a painful, aching and joyless howl was heard here. - What is it, Mitrasha, - asked Nastenka, shivering, - howling so terribly in the distance? -
My father said, - answered Mitrasha, - these are wolves howling on the Dry River, and, probably, now it is the gray landowner wolf howling. Father said that all the wolves on the Dry River were killed, but it was impossible to kill Gray. - So why is he howling terribly now? - Father said: wolves howl in the spring because they have nothing to eat now. And Gray was still alone, so he howls.
It was quite quiet in nature, and the children, who were cold, were so quiet that the black grouse paid no attention to them. He sat down at the very top, where the boughs of pine and boughs of spruce formed like a bridge between two trees. Having settled down on this bridge, which is quite wide for him, closer to the spruce, the scythe seemed to begin to bloom in the rays of the rising sun. On his head, a scallop lit up like a fiery flower.
Motionless as statues, hunters for sweet cranberries sat on a stone. The sun, so hot and clear, came out against them over the swamp fir trees. But there was one cloud in the sky at that time. It appeared like a cold blue arrow and crossed in half rising Sun. At the same time, suddenly the wind blew once more, and then the pine pressed, and the fir roared.
Kra! cried the crow. And the male quickly ran across the bridge the rest of the way to the scythe and beat him with all his might. Like a scalded scythe, he rushed towards the flying grouse, but the angry male caught up with him, pulled him out, let a bunch of white and iridescent feathers fly through the air and drove and drove far away. Then the gray cloud moved in tightly and covered the entire sun with its life-giving rays.
Two whole years have already passed since a terrible misfortune happened in the life of Grass: the forester she adored, the old hunter Antipych, died. For a long time we went hunting to this Antipych, and the old man, I think, himself forgot how old he was, he lived on, lived in his forest lodge, and it seemed that he would never die. - How old are you, Antipych? we asked. -
The grass turned and went out into the yard. - That's it, guys, - said Antipych. - Here Grass, a hound dog, understands everything from one word, and you, silly ones, ask where the truth lives. Okay, come on. And let me go, I'll whisper everything to Grass. And then Antipych died. Shortly thereafter, the Great Patriotic War began. No other watchman was appointed to replace Antipych, and his guardhouse was abandoned.
Antipych's gatehouse was not far from the Dry River, where several years ago, at the request of local peasants, our wolf team came. Local hunters found out that a large wolf brood lived somewhere on the Dry River. We came to help the peasants and got down to business according to all the rules of the fight against a predatory beast.
Grass broke through the trees, ivy creepers curled frequent young aspens. And so a strong place was created, or even, one might say in our hunting style, a wolf fortress. Having determined the place where the wolves lived, we walked around it on skis and on a skier, in a circle of three kilometers, hung flags, red and odorous, in the bushes on a rope.
The gray landowner became a thunderstorm of the region, and again the peasants came for our wolf team. Five times we tried to flag him, and all five times he waved through our flags. And now, in early spring, having survived a harsh winter in terrible cold and hunger, Gray in his lair waited impatiently for the real spring to finally come and the village shepherd trumpet.
The dry river goes around the Bludovo swamp in a large semicircle. On one side of the semicircle a dog howls, on the other a wolf howls. And the wind presses the trees and spreads their howls and groans, not at all knowing whom it serves. He doesn't care who howls, a tree, a dog is a man's friend, or a wolf is his worst enemy, as long as he howls.
Grass, after standing a little, even rose up on its hind legs, like a hare ... It happened to her once during the life of Antipych. The forester had a difficult job in the forest to sell firewood. Antipych, so that Grass would not interfere with him, tied her up at the house.
The weed went back to the Lying Stone, checked the smell of the basket on the stone with whatever the wind had brought. Then she checked the footprint of another little man and also a hare footprint. You can guess, she thought so: “The hare-hare went straight after to the daytime bed, he is somewhere right there, not far, near the Blind Elani, and lay down for the whole day and will not go anywhere. And that man with bread and potatoes can leave.
The blind spruce, where the compass needle led Mitrash, was a disastrous place, and here for centuries many people were dragged into the swamp, and even more cattle. And, of course, everyone who goes to the Fornication Swamp should know well what Blind Elan is. This is how we understand it, that the entire Fornication swamp, with all the huge reserves of fuel, peat, is a pantry of the sun.
The layer under Mitrasha's feet became thinner and thinner, but the plants were probably very tightly intertwined and held the man well, and, swaying and shaking everything far around, he walked and walked forward. Mitrasha could only believe in the man who walked ahead of him and even left the path behind him.
Drone tone! - shouted the raven from above. And the magpies, very smart for every filthy deed, realized the complete impotence of the little man immersed in the swamp. They jumped from the top fingers of the trees to the ground and from different sides began their magpie attack with jumps.
Who has never seen how cranberries grow, he can walk through the swamp for a very long time and not notice that he is walking on cranberries. Here, take a blueberry berry - it grows, and you see it: a thin stalk stretches up, along the stalk, like wings, small green leaves in different directions, and black berries with a blue fluff sit near the leaves with small blueberry peas.
In remote places, where the huge capercaillie bird lives, there is a stone berry, a red-ruby berry with a brush, and each rubie is in a green frame. Only we have one single cranberry, especially in early spring, hiding in a swamp tussock and almost invisible from above. Only when a lot of it gathers in one place, you will notice from above and think: "Someone scattered cranberries."
Frightened by the elk, Nastenka looked in amazement at the snake: the viper still lay curled up in a warm ray of sun. Nastya imagined that she herself had remained there, on the stump, and now she had come out of the snake's skin and was standing, not understanding where she was. Not far away stood a large red dog with a black strap on its back, looking at her. This dog was Grass.
Hesitantly, near the Lying Stone, on the calmed trees, a kosach-tokovik streamed. And the cranes shouted three times, not like in the morning - "victory", but as if: - Sleep, but remember: we will wake you all soon, wake up, wake up! The day ended not with a gust of wind, but with a last light breath. Then there was complete silence, and everything became audible everywhere, even the grouse whistling in the thickets of the Dry River.
After listening to the fox's rut, Grass, just like we hunters, understood the circle of the hare's run: from the Lying Stone, the hare ran to the Blind Elan and from there to the Dry River, from there for a long semicircle to the Palestinian woman and again without fail to the Lying Stone - and hid here in dense bush of juniper.
While the dog was straightening up, the hare was already flying in huge leaps along the Mitrashin path straight to the Blind Spruce. Then the wolf method of hunting failed: before dark it was impossible to wait for the return of the hare. And Grass, in her canine way, rushed after the hare and, squealing, filled the entire evening silence with a lilting, measured, even dog bark.
Magpies on the Blind Elani, hearing the approach of a hare, divided into two parties: some remained with the little man and shouted: - Dri-ti-ti! Others shouted at the hare: - Dra-ta-ta! It is difficult to understand and guess in this magpie anxiety. To say that they are calling for help - what a help!
For Grass, all people were like two people - one Antipych with different faces and the other person - this is Antipych's enemy. And this is why a good, smart dog does not immediately approach a person, but stops and finds out whether it is its owner or its enemy. So Grass stood and looked into the face little man illuminated by the last ray of the setting sun.
The little man in his words not only had friendship and joy, as Travka thought, but also hid a cunning plan for his salvation. If he could tell her his plan clearly, with what joy she would rush to save him. But he could not make himself understandable to her and had to deceive her with an affectionate word.
After the stormy joy of meeting with Antipych, the business-like Grass immediately remembered her first chase after a hare. And it is clear: Grass is a hound dog, and her business is to drive for herself, but for the owner Antipych, catching a hare is all her happiness. Now recognizing Antipych in Mitrash, she continued her interrupted circle and soon got on the exit trail of the hare, and immediately followed this fresh trail with her voice.
Prishvin M., fairy tale "Pantry of the sun"
Genre: fairy tale
The main characters of the fairy tale "Pantry of the Sun" and their characteristics
- Nastya Golden Hen. Girl 12 years old. Household, homely, caring, reasonable and cautious. I succumbed to greed and forgot about my brother.
- Mitrasha. Man in a bag. Boy 10 years old. Calm, confident, determined, a little reckless. He did not listen to his sister and ended up in a swamp.
- Grass. Hound, greatly missed her dead master. She recognized Mitrasha as the owner.
- Gray landowner. Mother wolf.
- Mitrasha and Nastya run the household
- Fees for cranberries
- On the Ringing Borin
- Spruce and pine near Lying Stone.
- The children are separated.
- Raid on wolves
- The gray landowner hunts Grass
- Grass hunts a hare
- Mitrasha is drowning
- Nastya is greedy
- Hare hunting again
- Saving Mitrasha
- End of the Gray Landlord
- triumphant return
- The pantry of the sun.
- Orphans Nastya and Mitrasha decide to go to Palestine for cranberries.
- On the way, they quarrel and Mitrasha goes straight, and Nastya bypasses Blind Elani.
- The gray landowner is stalking Grass, and Grass is stalking the hare.
- Mitrasha falls into the Blind Elan and drowns, and Nastya enthusiastically collects cranberries.
- Grass saves Mitrasha and the boy kills the gray landowner.
- The children return with cranberries and a dog, and the villagers are surprised at the courage of the children.
Love and harmony are the greatest human values, which should never be forgotten.
What does the fairy tale "Pantry of the Sun" teach
This story teaches us to trust each other. Listen to smart advice, do not forget that there are close people nearby. Teaches to act together, teaches not to be greedy and proud. Learn to love animals and nature.
Review of the fairy tale "Pantry of the Sun"
The author called this story a true story for a reason. It is intricately intertwined with the fabulous and the real. In it, trees act as living beings, and animals and birds act very intelligently. But of course, I liked the courage of the children most of all. They made mistakes, they deeply repented of them, and the ability to admit when you are wrong is very important for a person. And I also really liked the dog Grass, a true devoted friend of a person who knows the great truth of life - that our whole life is a great struggle for love.
Proverbs to the fairy tale "Pantry of the sun"
Where there is agreement and harmony, there is a treasure.
There is agreement, there is happiness.
A good dog will not be left without an owner.
The dog is man's friend.
What is difficult for one is easy together
Read summary, a brief retelling of the fairy tale "Pantry of the Sun" by chapters:
I.
In one village, which lay near the Bludov swamp, there lived two orphaned children. Nastya, whom everyone called the Golden Hen on high legs, and Mitrasha, whose name was Muzhichok in a bag.
Nastya was tall, her hair was red, her face was covered with freckles, and her nose looked up. Mitrasha was ten years old and also covered in freckles.
After the death of their parents, the children got a large farm - a cow, a goat, a heifer, sheep, chickens, a rooster and a piglet. And the children coped with this household surprisingly well. Yes, and in public life villages participated. Nastya from morning to night was busy with the housework, Mitrasha learned how to make wooden utensils.
If it were not for Nastya, Mitrasha would soon become arrogant, but Nastya easily upset her brother.
II.
In the swamps, a very tasty cranberry grows, which is harvested in late autumn or spring. Spring cranberries are especially tasty. And so, having learned that the swamps had already cleared of snow, Nastya and Mitrasha began to gather for cranberries.
Mitrasha took his father's gun, a compass and asked Nastya if she remembered Palestine, about which her father spoke. It was the most berry-filled place in the whole swamp, but it lay near Slepaya Elani, the most dangerous place in the swamp.
Already before leaving, Nastya grabbed a pot of boiled potatoes, just in case.
III.
The children quite quickly passed the swamp and went to the borin, a low hill overgrown with pine forest, called the Zvonkaya borin. The first cranberries have already appeared here. The children remembered the Gray hunter, the seasoned wolf, the thunderstorms of these places, but Mitrasha lovingly stroked the gun.
Morning came. The birds sang loudly. There were well-known voices among them, but some Nastya did not know, and Mitrasha explained to her that the hare cries in the spring, the bittern hoots, and the cranes greet the sun so joyfully. Then the children heard wolves howling in the distance, but they didn't need to go that way.
Mitrasha immediately suggested turning the compass onto a small path, and Nastya suggested going along a large path. But Mitrasha said that where people often walk, there are few berries, and they turned onto the path indicated by the compass.
IV.
Two hundred years ago, the wind threw two seeds, pine and spruce, into one hole, and both seeds sprouted. Their roots were intertwined, the trunks stretched towards the sun nearby, piercing each other with branches, and when the wind ruffled the trees, pine and spruce howled in pain. So much so that this howl was picked up by a feral dog, missing a man and a wolf, just out of anger.
To these trees, to the Lying Stone, the children came and sat down to rest. Above them, a black grouse greeted the sun. A lot of scythes flocked to this place, who were not averse to fighting, and from above they were watched by a crow sitting on eggs. And when her male flew in, she shouted to him: "Help me out."
At this time, the scythes began to fight, and the male crow began to get close to the scythe sitting on the branches.
Mitrasha, pointing to the compass needle, began to offer to move along a barely noticeable path, but Nastya objected.
The male crow crept closer and closer to the scythe.
Mitrasha insisted that they should go straight to Palestine, but Nastya reasoned with him, saying that in this way they would get to Blind Yelan.
Mitrasha got angry and went alone along his path. And Nastya went the other way.
The male crow caught up with the black grouse and rushed at him. He pulled out a tuft of feathers from a black grouse, and the trees howled and groaned.
v.
Hearing this howl, the hound Travka crawled out of the pit near Antipych's lodge. Two years ago old Antipych died and it was a great grief for the dog.
No one knew how old Antipych was, maybe eighty, or maybe all a hundred. But he kept promising the hunters to tell what the truth is when he dies. And Antipych also said that he would send Grass for people when his time came.
But the war began, Antipych died, and Grass had to get used to a lonely life. Out of habit, she dragged the caught hares to the house, but even that was gone - somehow fell apart in an instant.
And Grass howled with grief, and the wolf Gray landowner had long listened to her howl.
VI.
The hunters knew for sure that a brood of wolves lives near the Dry River. They surrounded the wolves with flags and rounded up. Almost all the wolves died, but the Gray Landlord survived, one shot tore off his ear, the second his tail, but during that summer the Gray Landowner slaughtered cows no less than a whole flock.
The gray landowner became a thunderstorm of those places and the peasants tried to bypass them.
That morning, hearing the howl of the trees, the Gray Landowner crawled out of the lair and, hungry and angry, also howled.
VII.
The gray landowner went to Antipych's lodge, intending to eat Grass. But a little earlier, Grass stopped howling, and went hunting for a hare.
It so happened that one hare went out to the Lying Stone, where the children had recently rested, and galloped straight to the Blind Elani.
Grass immediately smelled people and the smell of a hare, and she faced a difficult choice. Follow the hare, in the direction where the smallest of the people left, or follow the one who went around the Blind Elani.
The wind blew from the side where Nastya went and the dog decided. On the other side, it smelled of bread and potatoes, and Grass, reasoning that the hare was not going anywhere, went after Nastya.
VIII.
Mitrasha at that time made his way through the Fornication swamp. The hummocks spring under his feet, and the layer of grass barely bears his weight. The branches of the trees seemed to be trying to warn, not to let the boy go forward, but Mitrasha stubbornly walked forward.
The birds raised a hubbub, but Mitrasha was not afraid and even began to sing. The singing cheered him up and the boy noticed that the path was turning west. And in front lies a small flat space, completely without bumps, on the other side of which you can see white-bearded grass - a clear sign of a human path.
And Mitrasha decided to go straight ahead.
Blind Yelan was called blind because the water in it was overgrown with grass from above and it was not visible. And Mitrasha went straight through this Yelan.
At first it was even easier for him to walk, but gradually he began to sink deeper and deeper into the water, already up to his knee. Mitrasha decided to return, to escape from Elani, but literally saw white-bearded grass nearby and decided that he would jump. He lunged forward and fell to his chest. He had only one thing to do - to put the gun on the swamp and hold on.
The wind carried Nastya's cry to him and Mitrasha answered, but his sister did not hear him. Some magpies jumped around Mitrasha and the boy began to cry.
IX.
At this time, Nastya was enthusiastically picking cranberries. First a berry, then a whole handful. She forgot about her brother, about herself, about time. She even left the path and went where her berry led.
But having come to her senses, she turned and began to look for the path. I darted in one direction, in the other, and suddenly I saw something behind the juniper bushes that I instantly forgot about everything in the world. A whole clearing, bright red from a berry, that same Palestine, opened up to her eyes.
In the middle of Palestine was a hill on which stood an elk. Elk contemptuously looked at Nastya, crawling on all fours and did not understand the greed of a person, and he did not recognize a person in Nastya. And right in front of Nastya, a stump appeared, on which a black viper was basking.
Seeing the viper, Nastya came to her senses and got to her feet. The elk finally recognized the man and ran away. And very close by stood Grass, a dog that Nastya immediately recognized. She even tried to remember the dog's name, but the stupid "Ant" popped into her head.
Nastya wanted to give the dog bread, but the bread was at the very bottom of the basket, completely filled with berries. And Nastya was scared. How much time has passed and where is her brother. She fell to the ground screaming and sobbing. This cry was heard by Mitrasha.
x.
Grass went up to Nastya and licked her hand. She sensed human grief and howled. This howl was again heard by the Gray landowner and understood where the dog was.
And Grass heard the yelping of the fox, and realized that she had taken the trail of the hare. She ran to the Lying Stone and began to guard the hare. But while jumping, Grass missed and the dodging hare rushed straight to Blind Elan. The weed followed.
XI.
The hare led Grass straight to Blind Yelan, where the magpies teased Mitrasha. The hare jumped aside and lay down in his own wake. But Grass was no longer up to him.
Grass looked at the little man in Elani and thought it was Antipych. She timidly wagged her tail and suddenly heard the most native word for her: Seed. So Mitrasha called her.
Grass immediately lay down, recognizing Antipych. And Mitrasha was forced to be cunning and call the dog, because he could not explain his plan of salvation to her. He called Grass closer and when she crawled very close, he suddenly grabbed Grass by the hind leg.
The dog rushed, not understanding how a man could deceive her like that. She would have escaped, but Mitrasha managed to grab Grass by the other paw. And now Grass has already pulled Mitrash ashore.
She ran away, but Mitrasha again affectionately called her, and Grass squealed with joy. Now she no longer doubted, before her was her Antipych. Both man and dog embraced and kissed each other.
XII.
After that, things went smoothly. Grass remembered the hare and quickly found his trail. Mitrasha changed the cartridges in his gun and hid in a juniper bush, hoping to shoot a hare. The Gray landowner also came out here and Mitrasha shot the wolf right in the head. The gray landowner was killed.
Nastya heard this shot and quickly found her brother. Travka still got a hare and the children warmed themselves by the fire, cooked dinner and prepared for the night.
In the village, having learned that the children did not spend the night at home, they became alarmed and was going to go look for them, but then they appeared on their own. They told about their adventures, and despite the fact that there was a full basket of cranberries, people did not immediately believe in the death of the Gray Landowner. But the hunters went to the indicated place and found the corpse of a wolf.
Mitrasha became a hero in the eyes of his fellow villagers. And soon he grew up, stretched out, became a stately handsome guy.
And Nastya also surprised her fellow villagers. She gave all the collected cranberries to the evacuated children.
Peat is a real wealth that is stored in swamps. Peat is a canned solar energy, which is why geologists call swamps the pantries of the sun.
Drawings and illustrations for the fairy tale "Pantry of the Sun"
In almost every swamp lies untold wealth. All the blades of grass and blades of grass growing there are impregnated by the sun, saturating with its warmth and light. Dying, plants do not rot, as in the ground. The swamp carefully preserves them, accumulating mighty layers of peat, saturated with solar energy. Therefore, the swamp is called the "pantry of the sun." We, geologists, are looking for such pantries. This story took place at the end of the war, in a village near Bludov swamp, in the Pereslavl-Zalessky district.
A brother and sister lived in the house next to us. The twelve-year-old girl's name was Nastya, and her ten-year-old brother was Mitrasha. The children were recently orphaned - "their mother died of an illness, their father died in the Patriotic War." The children were very nice. “Nastya was like a golden hen on high legs” with a face strewn with golden freckles. Mitrasha was short, stocky, stubborn and strong. Neighbors called him "the little man in the pouch." At first they were helped by the whole village, and then the children themselves learned to manage the household and turned out to be very independent.
One spring, the children decided to go for cranberries. Usually this berry is harvested in autumn, but after lying in the winter under the snow, it becomes tastier and healthier. Mitrasha took his father's gun and compass, Nastya - a huge basket and food. Once, their father told them that in the Fornication swamp, near the Blind Elani, there is an untouched clearing strewn with berries. That's where the kids went.
They went out in the dark. The birds did not sing yet, only the howl of the Gray Landowner, the most terrible wolf in the district, was heard across the river. The children approached the fork when the sun had already risen. This is where they got into an argument. Mitrasha wanted to follow the compass to the north, as his father said, only the northern path was untrodden, barely noticeable. Nastya wanted to go on a thorny path. The children quarreled, and each turned to his own path.
In the meantime, Grass, the dog of the forester Antipych, woke up nearby. The forester died, and his faithful dog remained to live under the remains of the house. The grass was sad without a host. She howled, and this howl was heard by the Gray Landowner. In the hungry spring days, he ate mainly dogs, and now he ran to the howl of Grass. However, the howling soon stopped - the dog chased the hare. During the chase, she smelled the smell of small people, one of whom was carrying bread. It was on this trail that Grass ran.
Meanwhile, the compass led Mitrasha straight to the Blind Elani. Here a barely noticeable path made a detour, and the boy decided to cut it straight. Ahead lay a flat and clean clearing. Mitrasha did not know that this was the disastrous swamp. The boy was more than halfway through when the elan began to suck him in. In an instant, he collapsed to the waist. Mitrasha could only lie down on the gun and freeze. Suddenly, the boy heard his sister calling to him. He responded, but the wind carried his cry to the other side, and Nastya did not hear.
All this time, the girl walked along the well-trodden path, which also led to the Blind Elani, only bypassing it. At the end of the trail, she stumbled upon that very cranberry place, and began to pick berries, forgetting about everything. She remembered her brother only in the evening - the food was left with her, and Mitrasha still goes hungry. Looking around, the girl saw Grass, which was brought to her by the smell of food. Nastya remembered Antipych's dog. From anxiety for her brother, the girl began to cry, and Grass tried to console her. She howled, and the Gray Landlord hurried to the sound. Suddenly, the dog again smelled the hare, rushed after him, jumped out onto the Blind Elan and saw there another little man.
Mitrashka, completely frozen in a cold quagmire. saw a dog. This was his last chance to be saved. With an affectionate voice, he beckoned Grass. When the light dog came very close, Mitrasha firmly grabbed it by the hind legs, and Grass pulled the boy out of the bog.
The boy was hungry. He decided to shoot a hare, which was driven out to him by a smart dog. He loaded his gun, prepared himself, and suddenly he saw a wolf's face very close by. Mitrash shot almost point-blank and ended the long life of the Gray Landowner. Nastya heard the shot. The brother and sister spent the night in the swamp, and in the morning they returned home with a heavy basket and a story about the wolf. Those who believed Mitrasha went to the elan and brought back the dead wolf. Since then, the boy has become a hero. By the end of the war, he was no longer called the "man in the pouch", so he grew up. Nastya reproached herself for a long time for her greed for cranberries and gave all the healthy berries to the children evacuated from Leningrad.
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Illustration by E. Lopatina
In almost every swamp lies untold wealth. All the blades of grass and blades of grass growing there are impregnated by the sun, saturating with its warmth and light. Dying, plants do not rot, as in the ground. The swamp carefully preserves them, accumulating mighty layers of peat, saturated with solar energy. Therefore, the swamp is called the "pantry of the sun." We, geologists, are looking for such pantries. This story took place at the end of the war, in a village near Bludov swamp, in the Pereslavl-Zalessky district.
A brother and sister lived in the house next to us. The twelve-year-old girl's name was Nastya, and her ten-year-old brother was Mitrasha. The children were recently orphaned - "their mother died of an illness, their father died in the Patriotic War." The children were very nice. “Nastya was like a golden hen on high legs” with a face strewn with golden freckles. Mitrasha was short, stocky, stubborn and strong. Neighbors called him "the little man in the pouch." At first they were helped by the whole village, and then the children themselves learned to manage the household and turned out to be very independent.
One spring, the children decided to go for cranberries. Usually this berry is harvested in autumn, but after lying in the winter under the snow, it becomes tastier and healthier. Mitrasha took his father's gun and compass, Nastya - a huge basket and food. Once, their father told them that in the Fornication swamp, near the Blind Elani, there is an untouched clearing strewn with berries. That's where the kids went.
They went out in the dark. The birds did not sing yet, only the howl of the Gray Landowner, the most terrible wolf in the district, was heard across the river. The children approached the fork when the sun had already risen. This is where they got into an argument. Mitrasha wanted to follow the compass to the north, as his father said, only the northern path was untrodden, barely noticeable. Nastya wanted to go on a thorny path. The children quarreled, and each turned to his own path.
In the meantime, Grass, the dog of the forester Antipych, woke up nearby. The forester died, and his faithful dog remained to live under the remains of the house. The grass was sad without a host. She howled, and this howl was heard by the Gray Landowner. In the hungry spring days, he ate mainly dogs, and now he ran to the howl of Grass. However, the howling soon stopped - the dog chased the hare. During the chase, she smelled the smell of small people, one of whom was carrying bread. It was on this trail that Grass ran.
Meanwhile, the compass led Mitrasha straight to the Blind Elani. Here a barely noticeable path made a detour, and the boy decided to cut it straight. Ahead lay a flat and clean clearing. Mitrasha did not know that this was the disastrous swamp. The boy was more than halfway through when the elan began to suck him in. In an instant, he collapsed to the waist. Mitrasha could only lie down on the gun and freeze. Suddenly, the boy heard his sister calling to him. He responded, but the wind carried his cry to the other side, and Nastya did not hear.
All this time, the girl walked along the well-trodden path, which also led to the Blind Elani, only bypassing it. At the end of the trail, she stumbled upon that very cranberry place, and began to pick berries, forgetting about everything. She remembered her brother only in the evening - the food was left with her, and Mitrasha still goes hungry. Looking around, the girl saw Grass, which was brought to her by the smell of food. Nastya remembered Antipych's dog. From anxiety for her brother, the girl began to cry, and Grass tried to console her. She howled, and the Gray Landlord hurried to the sound. Suddenly, the dog again smelled the hare, rushed after him, jumped out onto the Blind Elan and saw there another little man.
Mitrashka, completely frozen in a cold quagmire. saw a dog. This was his last chance to be saved. With an affectionate voice, he beckoned Grass. When the light dog came very close, Mitrasha firmly grabbed it by the hind legs, and Grass pulled the boy out of the bog.
The boy was hungry. He decided to shoot a hare, which was driven out to him by a smart dog. He loaded his gun, prepared himself, and suddenly he saw a wolf's face very close by. Mitrash shot almost point-blank and ended the long life of the Gray Landowner. Nastya heard the shot. The brother and sister spent the night in the swamp, and in the morning they returned home with a heavy basket and a story about the wolf. Those who believed Mitrasha went to the elan and brought back the dead wolf. Since then, the boy has become a hero. By the end of the war, he was no longer called the "man in the pouch", so he grew up. Nastya reproached herself for a long time for her greed for cranberries and gave all the healthy berries to the children evacuated from Leningrad.
Prishvin's story "The Pantry of the Sun" is a work written not only for children, but also for adults. A remarkable connoisseur of his native land, a naturalist and scientist, with all his heart in love with his homeland, in its amazing nature and the wealth of its bowels, the writer shared in his works his deep knowledge about the animal and taught a careful, prudent attitude towards minerals, instilled in readers the feelings of a master and protector of his father lands.
"Pantry of the sun"
Summary “Pantry of the Sun” draws us to the events of the Great Patriotic War. Not far from the town of Pereslavl-Zalessky, in a small village, two children remained in misery and grieve: Nastenka, nicknamed the Golden Hen, and her brother Mitrasha, a peasant in a bag. Nastya was 12 years old, Mitrasha - 10. Their mother died after a serious illness, their father disappeared on the roads of war.
Summary “The pantry of the sun” does not allow you to talk in detail about the life and being of the kids. It is only important to note that, despite their age, they did not disappear, but were able to resist and withstand the blows of fate. After their parents, they were left with a strong five-wall hut, a household - a pig, a cow, and a few birds. Everything needs an eye and an eye, but Nastya was an economic girl, a jack of all trades: she would cook delicious food, and she would take care of the cattle, feed, and clean up. And Mitrasha helped her in everything. He himself is strong, lobastenky, stocky, he was not called a peasant for nothing. Peasant intelligence, prudence turned out to be inherent in the boy from childhood. From his father he learned to cooperate - he made barrels and tubs for people. So the brother and sister lived until the moment when the amazing forces of nature invaded their life.
The following is a brief summary of the "Pantry of the Sun" as follows. The village where our heroes lived was not far from the forest. The forester Antipych was their father, and he welcomed the children with a kind word, an entertaining story. He kept promising to reveal to them some of his own, special truth. Yes, and did not have time, he died. But it seems like he managed to whisper this truth to Grass, his favorite dog, who had been with him for many years.
After the death of Antipych, Grass did not cling to people, she remained in the forest - yearning for her owner, driving game for him out of habit, guarding his hut and forest land - from dashing poachers and hackers. And often she howled at night from hopeless loneliness, as if competing with her old enemy - the wolf Gray Landowner.
And also a summary of the "Pantry of the Sun" gives us the opportunity to learn the history of two trees - pine and spruce. When the wind brought two seeds to a clearing near the Bludov swamp, and threw them into the ground. Although the soil here was not particularly fertile, the seeds took root, sprouted, and spruce and pine grew from them. Both trees intertwined roots in the struggle for the nutritious juices of the earth, and branches - in the struggle for sunlight, freedom and life. They are twisted, crumpled, hurt each other with branches and twigs. But everyone wants to live. This great battle symbolizes the life force of nature itself, which cannot be destroyed.
Let's take a look at the summary below. Prishvin ("Pantry of the Sun") tells us about Palestine - a wonderful meadow, where, apparently, the most useful and healing berry is cranberries. It grows in swampy places, in small islands, and to get it, a lot of work is needed. And Palestine is all red-red, at one time you can pick up as many berries as you can’t pick in ordinary places in a month. And all of it is large, strong, sweet-sweet!
This is exactly what the father told Nastya and Mitrasha about the magical meadow. And he even said where to look for her, along what paths - in the north, where the compass needle would point. The ardent desire to find Palestine was the beginning of all the adventures that happened to the children when they went into the forest for cranberries.
The writer Prishvin is wise: “The pantry of the sun,” a summary of which you have just read, is a story about great friendship and mutual assistance, about the devotion of a person and a dog to each other, about between brother and sister, about those human values without which people would have gone wild for a long time and ceased to be human.
