Riddles about November. Signs, proverbs and sayings of November Riddles about the month of November
History of the origin of the month of November. Signs of November. November sayings. November proverbs. November folk holidays.
In the Roman calendar, November was the ninth month of the year (Latin novem - nine). In Rus', in different eras, it was either the ninth (during the March New Year), or the third (from the 15th to the 18th centuries), when the New Year was celebrated in September; since 1700 it became the eleventh. Like other months, November was called by Russian people differently: leafy, semi-winter, breast. Of these ancient and dialectal names, only the last one needs to be explained. Breast or thoracic - from piles of frozen earth with snow (in the ancient Russian language the frozen road was called the thoracic path).
November- the month when autumn tries to defend its rights, and winter successfully fights with it and gradually emerges victorious. Warm periods quickly give way to winter-like cold days. Thaws can also unexpectedly wedge themselves into an almost established winter.
November is the gate of winter.
November is the start of winter.
In November, winter and autumn are fought.
November is a semi-winter road: it loves both the wheel and the runner.
November is an off-road: now snow, now mud, now mud, now snow - neither the wheel nor the runner can move.
November - chest and jelly.
November rides on a piebald mare: sometimes snow, sometimes mud.
In November, it may rain in the morning, and by the evening the snow may lie in drifts.
In November, warmth and frost are not a decree.
In November the frost subsides.
November shows its way to frost.
In November, the first lasting snow falls overnight.
November can give some coldness to all the rich people, and there will be some left over for all the poor brethren.
Warmth for an old man in November on a hot stove at night.
Whoever does not feel cold in November will not freeze in the Epiphany cold.
As often happens in folk literature, definitions of one month are given through comparison, comparison with other months or seasons of the year.
November - September's grandson, October's son, winter's dear father.
October is cold, my dear, and November has made him too cold.
The November frosts make the December frosts worse.
November nails, and December paves.
In November it gets noticeably darker and the days become very short.
November is the twilight of the year.
November nights are dark before the snow.
In November, dawn meets dusk in the middle of the day.
In November, the sun smiles through tears and “white flies”.
From November onwards, winter usually sets in and rivers, lakes and ponds become covered with ice.
November is the eve of freeze-up.
November is the last month of living water.
November is the month of first ice and sleigh rides.
November's forge is small, but it forges fetters for all the rivers.
The river cannot be bound in winter without November the blacksmith.
Winter birds arrive in November.
November is not very rich in signs; they are all based on the characteristic weather phenomena of this month: the amount of snow, what the first snow is like (dry, wet, mixed with rain, etc.), how the ice forms on the river, etc.
In November there will be snow and bread will arrive.
If the snow falls on the damp ground and does not melt, then in the spring the snowdrops will bloom early and amicably.
If snow falls on the frozen ground, then we can probably expect a good grain harvest next year.
Wet snow for winter is the same on the ground.
There will be no winter without water.
The ice on the Volga does not freeze on a bright night (full moon).
If the sky cries in November, then winter will follow the rain.
Mosquitoes in November - a mild winter.
Hello, dear readers!
We continue to introduce children to nature and the world around us. And today we will talk about the last month of autumn, read proverbs and sayings, and solve riddles.
We talk about the last month of autumn - about November for children.
About November for children
November is the last autumn month. They call it differently: Jelly, Listognoy, Gruden, Half-winter.
In Ancient Rome, November was called “November” (ninth). And in Ancient Rus' it was also the ninth month. The name “breast” suggests that the earth freezes and lies in “piles” on the roads.
The days become dull and cloudy. It dawns late, it gets dark early. Sometimes snow falls, which melts quickly and becomes very muddy.
Migratory birds have flown to hot countries. But crossbills come to us and hatch their chicks in winter.
In gardens you can often see tits and bullfinches looking for food. They need to be fed: hang up feeders, sprinkle some grains, and for tits, hang up a piece of lard.
What do people do in November? The field work has already been completed and the harvest has been harvested. People insulate their homes and place animals in winter stalls. And in November they sauerkraut.
Previously, women all gathered together, embroidered, sewed, and sang songs. And in the evenings we told our grandchildren fairy tales.
Questions and tasks.
1.What do people call the month of November?
2. Tell us what the weather is like in November.
3.Why is November called the month of full pantries?
4.What do animals do: bear, fox, hedgehog, hare, squirrel?
4. Draw raindrops and snowflakes. Why were they drawn next to each other?
Folk signs of November
Frost on trees means frost.
Long stormy twilight means bad weather, short twilight means good weather.
Mosquitoes in November - a mild winter.
In November there will be snow and bread will arrive.
The bullfinch whistles - winter will come soon.
If November is clear and the weather is dry, it means it will be dangerous for next year’s harvest.
Late leaf fall means hard work.
Sparrows hide in brushwood - in the cold or before a snowstorm.
Proverbs and sayings about November
In November, winter fights with autumn.
November is September's grandson, October's son, winter's brother.
Father, October is cold, and November has made it too cold.
The first snowball is on the bed.
November builds ice bridges, and December nails.
Whoever does not feel cold in November will not freeze in December.
When the sky begins to cry in November, winter will follow the rain.
November is an off-road: now snow, now mud, now mud, now snow - neither the wheel nor the runner can move.
November is the gate of winter.
November is the twilight of the year.
In November, warmth and frost are not a decree.
Riddles about November will tell you about the nature of the weather at this time, that winter will soon come.
The gloomiest month of the year
I want to go home.
Sleepy weather coming soon
Meet the winter.
Who doesn't let us in warmly,
Does the first snow scare us?
Who calls us to the cold,
You know? Of course yes.
The field became black and white.
It rains, it snows,
And it got colder -
The waters of the rivers were frozen with ice.
The winter rye is freezing in the field,
What month is it, tell me.
The rooks have flown away, the forests have turned yellow,
Some only pine and spruce trees are green.
The days have become shorter, the nights have become longer.
Who can say, who knows when this happens?
The Invisible Mischief
He entered our room
The curtains danced
The calendar began to dance.
It’s good that immediately with a bang
The door slammed on us.
The longest-legged one walks without a path and without a road,
Hiding in the clouds. in the darkness
Only feet on the ground.
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Signs of November, proverbs and sayings of November, poems and riddles about November About November for children November is a harsh and gloomy month. Our ancestors called it differently: JELLY, LEAF, BREAST, HALF-WINTER. The dull days of late autumn are short. There is not enough white light. It dawns late, it gets dark early. People say: “In November, dawn meets dusk in the middle of the day.” First winters. Snow mixed with mud. The chilled fields shrank, the meadow turned grey. Already in the evening the frost covers the puddles with young ice and sweeps along the edges of the banks. The river is freezing. Soon the snow feather bed will spread out - the keeper of warmth. November is the twilight of the year. The month of the first ice. The last month of autumn. Signs of November It's no wonder there are white flies in November. (Snow.)November - off-road: now snow, now mud, now mud, now snow - neither the wheel nor the runner can move. In November, warmth is not a sign of frost. In November, mosquitoes mean there will be a mild winter. Do not shackle the river in winter without November - blacksmith. The first solid snow falls on the wet ground at night. If there is ice on the river in piles, there will be piles of grain. If the snow blows up, the grain will arrive, the water will spill, the seed will accumulate. Late leaf fall will lead to hard work. Proverbs and sayings of November In November, winter fights with autumn. In November, autumn, the fat woman, fights with the feisty winter. In November, the frost becomes dignified. November is September's grandson, October's son, winter's brother. November is something, and the cold is shared with all the rich maybe, and even for all the poor brethren. October is cold, father, and November has become too cold for him. The first snowball is not a lie. The first snowball arrived on leave, lay there and left. Warmth for an old man in the night on a hot stove. November builds ice bridges , and December nails. He who is not cold in November will not freeze in December. November’s forge is not great, but it forges fetters on all the rivers. Two friends met: a ringing frost and a white blizzard. Snow sets on everyone - no one afraid. Don’t look for mushrooms in the snow. November nights are dark before the snow. Riddles about November The field became black and white, rain and snow were falling. And it also got colder - the waters of the rivers were frozen in ice. The winter rye was freezing in the field. What month is this, tell me? (November.) The rooks have flown away, the forests have turned yellow, Only the pine and spruce trees are green. The days have become shorter, the nights have become longer... Who can say, who knows when this happens? (Autumn.) It happens in It’s cold, sometimes it’s in the heat, Sometimes it’s kind, sometimes it’s evil, It’ll suddenly fly into open windows, It’ll whisper something, then it’ll suddenly hum. It lives in seas and rivers, but often flies across the sky. And when it gets bored of flying, it falls to the ground again. (Water.) We have golden chicks in the stove. (Firewood in the stove.) What kind of stars are there through the coat and on the scarf? They are all cut through, and if you take it, there is water in your hand. (Snowflakes.) He is always busy with work, He cannot walk in vain. He goes and paints white everything he sees on the way. (Snow.) Without boards, without axes, the bridge across the river is ready. The bridge is like blue glass: slippery, fun, light. (Ice.) Without wings they fly, without their legs run, they float without a sail. (Clouds.) The longest-legged one walks without a path and without a road. Hiding in the clouds, in the darkness, are only his feet on the ground. (Rain.) The mischievous invisible man entered our room. The curtains danced, the calendar started dance. It’s good that the door slammed right away with a bang. (Draft.) The fish live warmly in the winter: the roof is thick glass. (Ice.) A white swarm curled, curled, sat on the ground - became a mountain. (Snow.) It’s fluffy , silvery, but don’t touch it with your hand: It will become a clean droplet, as if you catch it in the palm of your hand. (Snow.) Stars are falling from the sky, will fall on the fields, Let the black earth hide under them. Many, many stars, thin as glass; Cold stars, and the earth is warm! (Snowflakes.) The fluffy carpet is not woven by hand, not sewn with silks, In the sun, in the month, it glistens like silver. (Snow.) Poems about November for children November is leafy November wandering through the leafy forest. Autumn fights winter. Well, the sun, as if it were a sin, Smiles through the snow. And the dawn looks, looks, at the vagaries of November. And on the road among the fields, the song is heard by the sleigh. Me and my friend on the bench All nights we dream of the sleigh. M. Sukhorukova Autumn The sky was already breathing autumn, the sun was shining less often, the days were getting shorter, the mysterious canopy of the forests was revealed with a sad noise, fog was laying on the fields, a caravan of noisy geese was stretching to the south: a rather boring time was approaching; November was already in the yard. A. Pushkin Autumn has come, the flowers have dried up, And the bare bushes look sadly. The grass in the meadows is withering and turning yellow, Only the winter crops are turning green in the fields... A boring picture! The clouds are endless, the rain keeps pouring down, there are puddles on the porch.A. Pleshcheev
Riddles in the twilight of November
1. She rewarded everyone, but ruined everything. (Autumn.)
2. The tub is old, the tire is new.
I am water and I swim on water.
It does not burn in fire and does not sink in water. (Ice)
3. White Tikhon is pushed out of the sky, where he runs, and covers it with a carpet. (Snow.)
November proverbs
Autumn feet are dark to the snow.
There is no turn from autumn to summer.
November paves the way for winter.
In November, winter and autumn are fought.
One frost does not bring winter.
He who does not feel cold in November will not freeze in December.
The forge is small in November, but it forges fetters for all the rivers.
November nails, and December paves.
Signs of November
In November, the first lasting snow falls overnight.
Frost on trees means frost.
Fluffy frost - to the bucket.
Cloudy cold weather clears up by night - there will be frost.
In November, there will be snow - there will be more grain, water will spill - there will be hay.
Long November twilights mean bad weather, short ones mean good weather.
Mosquitoes in November - be a mild winter.
Sparrows hide in brushwood - in the cold or before a snowstorm.
The bullfinch whistles - winter will come soon.
“The hares’ fur has turned white - winter is coming.
Clear, cloudless weather in November is a sign of an imminent drop in temperature.
If November is clear and the weather is dry -
This means it will be dangerous for next year’s harvest.
If the first autumn snow falls so much that it hangs from the roofs, it will soon melt.
If snow falls on wet ground in November, it will remain for the winter; if it falls on dry ground, it will soon disappear.
If snow falls in the fall when the trees have not yet shed their leaves, it will soon melt.
In Ancient Rome, November was called “november” (from the Latin word novem, which means nine). And in Ancient Rus', November was also originally the ninth month. From the 15th century to 1700 it ranked third in the year. Having become the penultimate month of the year at the beginning of the 18th century, November did not change its name.
One of the ancient Russian names for November is “gruden”, because in this month the frozen earth lies in piles on the roads, it is difficult to drive through - that’s why November is also called “off-road”. The eleventh month was also called “leaf cutting”: wind and frost complete the golden cutting of the last leaves.
They said about the short, cold, gloomy, dull, cloudy and foggy days of the last month of autumn: “Twilight of the year, the gates of winter.” The November sun is cold and peeks through the clouds less and less. November is the month of the first frosts and snow - winter, pre-winter: it can rain in the morning, and by the evening the snow can lie in drifts. November is September's grandson, October's son, winter's brother, Father October is cold, and November has chilled him too.
TIT
The first snow feathered the eyelashes of the trees,
Both in the forest and in the fields there is silence, silence.
How my heart needs her song now!
It’s not for nothing that I’ve loved her since childhood. I know,
That in the spring we always forget about her,
But in the fall, for loyalty to my father’s land,
She is dearer and dearer to us than all the others.
N. Rylenkov
WATER WITH EYES CLOSED
At dawn a very nice day began, warm and sunny. It appeared by chance in the middle of a cloudy autumn and was soon to end. Early in the morning I left the house and felt how short the day would be. I wanted to live it well, not waste a minute, and I ran to the forest. The day unfolded before me, around me in the forest and on the field. But the main thing was happening in the sky. There the clouds moved, their sunny sides rubbed against each other, and a light rustling could be heard on the ground. I was in a hurry, ran out into clearings littered with fallen leaves, and climbed out of the swamps onto dry spruce manes. I understood that there was no need to rush, otherwise it would all be over. I wanted not to forget this day, to bring its trace home. Loaded with mushrooms and bouquets, I went out to the edge of the forest to the place where a spring stream flows from under the hill. I saw Nyurka by the stream. She was sitting on a spread out sweatshirt, and her briefcase was lying on the grass next to her. In her hand Nyurka held an old tin mug, which always hung on a birch tree by the stream.
Are you having a snack? - I asked, throwing the basket off my shoulders.
“I drink water,” answered Nyurka. “She didn’t even look at me or say hello.”
Why drink empty water? Here's bread with an apple.
Thank you, no need,” Nyurka answered, raised the mug to her lips and took a sip of water. Swallowing, she closed her eyes and did not immediately open them.
Why are you sad? - I asked.
“Yes,” Nyurka answered and shrugged.
Maybe she got a bad mark?
“I got it,” Nyurka agreed.
You see, you guessed it right away. For what?
Never.
She took another sip of water and closed her eyes.
Why don't you go home?
“I don’t want to,” Nyurka answered without opening her eyes.
Yes, eat some bread.
Thanks, I dont want.
If you don't want bread, you don't want to go home. So, you're not going home?
Will not go. So I’ll die here, by the stream.
Because of the two?
No, not because of the bad mark, but because of something else,” Nyurka said and finally opened her eyes.
What is this for?
“There’s a reason,” Nyurka said and took another sip from her mug and closed her eyes.
Tell me.
None of your business.
“Okay,” I said, offended. - Treat you like a human being, and you... Okay, then I’ll also lie down and die.
I spread my jacket on the grass, lay down and began to die slightly, looking at the sun, which was inexorably hiding behind the trees. I really didn’t want this day to end. Another hour or an hour and a half.
Why do you have to die? - asked Nyurka.
“There are reasons,” I answered. - Enough.
You’re chattering without knowing it yourself... - said Nyurka.
I closed my eyes and lay in silence for about five minutes, wondering whether there was anything to die from or not.
It turned out that there is. The most difficult thoughts came into my head, and suddenly I felt so sad that I forgot about Nyurka and about today’s happy day, which I didn’t want to part with. And the day was ending. Noon had long passed and sunset was beginning. The clouds, set on fire by the sun, went beyond the horizon. Their lower part was burning, and the upper part, cooled by the first stars, darkened, blue carbon monoxide lights trembled there. Slowly and somehow indifferently flapping its wings, a lone crow flew towards the sunset. She seemed to understand that she would never reach sunset.
Wouldn't you cry if I died? - Nyurka suddenly asked. She continued to drink water in small sips, sometimes closing her eyes.
Are you sick or what? - I got worried. - What happened to you?
Would you cry or not?
Of course,” I answered seriously.
And it seems to me that no one would cry.
The whole village would roar. Everyone loves you.
Why do you love me? What did I do?
Well, I don’t know, but everyone loves me.
How do I know why? Because you are a good person.
Nothing good. But they love you, it’s true. If you died, everyone here would start crying.
And if we both suddenly died, can you imagine the roar there would be? - I said.
Nyurka laughed.
“It’s true,” she said, “the roar would have been terrible.”
Let's live a little longer, shall we? - I suggested, - otherwise it’s a pity for the village.
Nyurka smiled, took a sip of water, and closed her eyes.
Open, open your eyes, I said, have pity on the village.
It tastes better this way,” said Nyurka.
What's tastier? - I didn’t understand.
It tastes better with your eyes closed. With them open, you'll drink all the water - and you won't notice anything. And it’s much tastier this way. Try it yourself.
And he took the mug from Nyurka, closed his eyes and took a sip. The water in the stream was cold, it immediately made my teeth ache. I wanted to open my eyes, but Nyurka said:
Wait, don't rush. Take another sip.
The water from the stream smelled of sweet underwater grass and alder root, autumn wind and crumbly sand. I felt in it the voice of forest lakes and swamps, long rains and summer thunderstorms. I remembered how this spring the ides spawned in the stream here, how the humpbacked heron stood motionless on the bank, and how the oriole screamed like a cat. I took another sip and smelled the very approaching winter - the time when water closes my eyes.
Yu. Koval
AUTUMN
I recognize you, sad times:
These short, pale days
Long nights, rainy, dark
And destruction - everywhere you look.
Faded leaves are falling from the tree.
In the field, the bushes turned yellow and drooped,
Endless clouds float across the sky...
Very annoying!.. Yes, it's you!
A. Pleshcheev
The green summer has thrown off the caftan,
The larks whistled to their heart's content,
Autumn, dressed in a yellow fur coat,
I walked through the forests with a broom.
So that she comes in as a zealous housewife
In the snowy forest towers
A dandy woman in a white jumper -
Russian rosy winter!
November is the last autumn month, the penultimate month of the year. November - in Latin means “ninth”, this is what November was called in Rome. The ancient Roman year before Caesar's reforms began in March and November used to be not the eleventh, but the ninth month of the year.
Riddles about November for children
The gloomy wind drives the clouds
For fields and meadows.
And in the dark sky
The moon moves gloomily.
After sunny weather
September and October
Soon gloomy nature
Waiting to arrive...
(November)
The field became black and white,
It rains and snows.
And it got colder -
The waters of the rivers were frozen with ice.
The winter rye is freezing in the field.
What month is it, tell me?
(November)
Poems about November for children
Late fall,
The rooks have flown away
The forest is exposed
The fields are empty.
(N. Nekrasov)
Autumn
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.
(A. Pushkin)
The apple and plum trees are bare.
Our autumn garden looks sad.
Outside the window it’s either raining or cold snow.
Everyone’s soul is gloomy and uncomfortable.
The sun drowned in the puddles of November.
But let's not be angry with him in vain.
Let's prepare skis, sleds and skates.
Winter days await us very soon.
(T. Kersten)
The wind freezes in November
Got a cold from the cold:
He's at dawn
Met with the cold.
The cloudy sky is blue
Closed from the ground
And autumn grass
Covered with frost.
The ice on the puddle shines,
The puddle freezes.
It's winter that's coming to us,
Autumn sees off.
(G. Sorenkova)
Proverbs and sayings about November
November does not like roads - neither a wheel nor a runner can move on the November mud.
November is September's grandson, October's son, and in winter, dear father.
In November, fat autumn fights with feisty winter.
In November, warmth and frost are no longer a decree.
Whoever is not cold in November will not be cold at baptism.
November's forge is small, but it forges fetters for all the rivers.
The river cannot be bound in winter without November the blacksmith.
November builds ice bridges, and December nails.
November December brother, September grandson.
November is the beginning of winter, the gates of winter.
November is the eve of freeze-up.
November nails, and December paves.
November rides on a piebald mare: sometimes snow, sometimes mud.
November is the last month of living water.
November is capricious: sometimes it cries, sometimes it laughs.
November is not winter, but the pre-winter period: in it, winter fights with autumn.
November is the twilight of the year.
November can give all the rich people something cold, and there will still be cold left for all the poor brethren.
Father, October is cold, and November has made it too cold.
