Sinichkin calendar
But once – among the winter – she was lucky to find a free passerine nest. It was located above the window behind the window. Inside was a whole feather of soft fluff. And for the first time, as it flew from its native nest, Zinka fell asleep in warmth and peace.
Suddenly she was awakened by a loud noise. They were humming in the house, a bright light was shining from the window.
Sinichka was frightened, jumped out of the nest and, clinging to the frame with her claws, looked through the window. There in the room there was a big Christmas tree under the ceiling, all in lights, and in snow, and in toys. Around her jumped and screamed children.
Zinka has never before seen people behave this way at night. After all, she was born only last summer and did not know much else in the world.
She fell asleep after midnight, when people in the house finally calmed down and the light went out in the window.
And in the morning Zinka was awakened by a
Today is the first day of January. – And what is “January”, “calendar”? “Foo, what a little girl you are!” sparrows protested. – Calendar – this is the schedule of the sun for the whole year. The year consists of months, and January is its first month, the nose of the year. It is followed by another ten months – as many as the fingers of people on forepaws: February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November. And the last month, the
I live here on this house under the roof. I’ll tell you what every month is called. You take them all in turn and remember. – Well, thank you! – Zinka was delighted. “I will certainly come to you every month.” Goodbye!
And she flew and flew for thirty days, and on the thirty-first came back and told the Old Sparrow everything she had noticed.
And Old Sparrow said to her: – Well, remember: January – the first month of the year – begins with a cheerful Christmas tree among the children. The sun every day begins to rise a little bit earlier and go to bed later. The light comes day by day, and the frost grows stronger, the sky is clouded. And when the sun peeps through, you, little bitch, want to sing. And you quietly try the voice: “Zin-zin-tu! Zin-zin-tu!”
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