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FOLK PROVERBS ABOUT AUGUST

In August there is only one hour: keep gloves in reserve.
In August there are three jobs: plowing, mowing, sowing.
In August, summer runs towards autumn.
In August the nights are long, the water is cold and it smells of apples.
Augustus the flaxseed is storing up canvas.
Father Augustus amuses the peasant with his care and work.
In August, everything is in stock: rain, buckets, and gray weather.
August prepares pickles for the winter table.
August warms your back and cools your chest.
August is a pickle, plenty of everything.
August is a bushman, a suffering sovereign.
August gathers, and winter eats.

AUGUST in nature

The maple leaves have turned yellow. have flown to the countries of the south . What month is it, tell me? August is the last month of summer. It is rich in hot days, but autumn will remind you of itself in cool evenings and mornings. August water is rich in oxygen, which improves the fish’s appetite. To the delight of the fishermen, the fish bite well at this time. At the end of the month, burbot emerges from its holes to hunt for small fish, and this is where lovers of fresh fish soup await it. The animals begin to shed and grow their undercoat, and they grow fat on the abundant August food. August is the month of harvest: not only in the grain field, but also in the forest. August is a mushroom month. Boletuses, boletuses (ceps), boletuses, and boletuses attract mushroom pickers and those for whom another concern is drying and pickling mushrooms for the winter. In the Russian North in August, blueberries and golubel (blueberries) ripen “for bread”. The bird cherry tree is also ripening. The pods of the acacia darken: during the harvest season, the acacia usually begins to “shoot” - the pods peel off, and ripened, hardened seeds shoot out from there. In August, especially towards the end of the month, the evenings and nights become longer and cooler, and the water becomes noticeably colder. People swim less and less often, or even have to end the swimming season altogether. In August the sun is warm, but the water is cold . In the old days it was hard for the peasant during the harvest, but August labor was always rewarded. The month is famous because it is generous with the harvest, the peasant is well-fed and his diet is rich. Here the folk wisdom is filled with the most direct, everyday meaning : “What you store, you will live with.” The difficult August time forced everyone to work at full capacity, but popular sayings hint that in August the women managed to celebrate - they celebrated the beginning of the harvest, and somewhere the end of it, baked pies from the grains of the new harvest. In August, a woman’s spine is oppressed in the field, but her life is honey: the days are crowned, longer than the night, an aching back, and pickles on the table. In August, a peasant has no time to breathe: mowing, transporting, plowing and sowing, and women have a holiday in August. We went to Spasy, earlier (according to the old style) and on the Nativity of the Virgin Mary, we celebrated farewell to summer and the first meeting of autumn.

August's tale "The Hardworking Hamster"

Once upon a time there were two friends: Vasya the hamster and Sasha the mouse. They played together and had fun among the tall stalks of ripening rye. They told each other riddles and hid behind large leaves. Soon the rye began to ripen. Heavy golden ears began to bend towards the ground and drop ripe grains. - There are so many delicious grains! - the friends rejoiced and ate their fill of them. One day the hamster Vasya brought from his hole a large backpack, sewn from pieces of leather and decorated with buckles and straps. - Why do you need a backpack? — the mouse Sasha was surprised. -Are you getting ready to go on a hike? - he continued to ask his friend. - Not on a hike, but to work! - Vasya answered importantly. - What job? - The mouse was even more surprised. “I’ll collect spikelets and grains in my backpack, and then take them home.” - What for? - the mouse asked again. - For what? - asked Vasya. - And then that winter will come soon. It will become cold and hungry. The fields and meadows will be covered with snow. You won't find a blade of grass or a grain. And we will have a supply of rye grains in our pantry. Mom will bake cakes from them. By the way, my brothers and sisters with their backpacks have already run away - some to the wheat field, some to the oat field, some to the barley field. Well, it's time for me to get down to business. August is here, it’s time to work a little, because everything will come in handy. You can’t even pull a fish out of a pond without difficulty! With these words, Vasya the hamster began to diligently collect fallen grains and spikelets into his backpack. I filled my backpack, put it on my back, and headed home. The mouse Sasha silently looked at his friend as he carried the backpack to the mink. And the hamster even bent under the weight of the backpack, and beads of sweat appeared on his forehead. While Vasya was taking the backpack home, Sasha was calmly gnawing on rye grains and humming a song to himself. “Listen, Vasya,” he said to his friend when he returned with an empty backpack, “what song I came up with: Swallows and swifts hover over a wide field of rye Spikelets are ripening in the field and cornflowers are turning blue! - Good song! - Vasya praised his friend. “But you won’t be satisfied with a song in winter!” Better ask your mother mouse to sew you a bag. You will also collect rye grains in it. Then you won’t go hungry in winter either! - Right! - Sasha was delighted and ran home. - Mommy! “Please sew me a bag for the grains,” he asked, returning to his hole, “I will collect them and put them in the pantry.” - Good girl! - the mother praised and gave her son a small canvas bag. The mouse ran to the rye field. The sun rose high, it became hot and stuffy. Frankly speaking, the friends wanted to relax in the cold, in the shade of a large dandelion. But business is business. All day long the mouse and the hamster carried grains into their holes, and to make the work more fun, they sang a cheerful song: Even though the days are hot, we are not too lazy to work. We carry spikelets into our holes all day long. Yes Yes Yes! Yes Yes Yes! Without labor, without labor You can’t take the fish out of the pond! Here Vasily the hamster is dragging a full backpack, and the mouse Sashok is carrying a bag of grains. Yes Yes Yes! Yes Yes Yes! Without labor, without labor You can’t take the fish out of the pond!

Author: Tatyana Shorygina

Questions for the fairy tale about the hamster: - Do you think the friends did the right thing when they started collecting grains instead of playing? — What is the name of the character trait when a person thinks about the future and cares that everything turns out well and successfully? ( foresight) - Which of the fairy tale heroes can be called far-sighted? Why?

Riddles about SUMMER

Here are collected riddles about the summer months and everything related to summer, including natural phenomena.

Warm, long, long day, At noon - a tiny shadow, An ear of corn blooms in the field, A grasshopper's voice appears, Strawberries are ripening, What month is it, tell me? (June)

Hot, sultry, stuffy day, Even the chickens are looking for shade. The mowing of bread has begun, the time for berries and mushrooms. His days are the pinnacle of summer. What month is this, tell me? (July)
The maple leaves turned yellow. Swift-winged swifts flew to the countries of the south. What month is it, tell me? (August)
The maple leaves turned yellow, Swift-winged swifts flew to the countries of the south. What month is it, tell me? (August)
This month of a hundred worries, And harvesting work, They call it “sloth growth”, Stores canvas for winter. (August)(author: Iris Review)
The month is warm, generous, glorious, He considers himself to be the main one - Since he is rich in gifts, everyone is happy about the harvest. (August)
Well, which of you will answer: It’s not a fire, but it burns painfully, It’s not a lantern, but it shines brightly, And it’s not a baker, but it bakes? (Sun)
A painter walks across the sky without brushes. Paints people brown. (Sun)
In the morning the beads sparkled, They covered all the grass with them, And we went to look for them in the afternoon, We search, we search, but we won’t find them. (dew)
First there is shine, after the shine there is a crackling, after the crackling there is shine. (storm)
A fiery arrow flies. No one will catch her: Neither the king, nor the queen, nor the red maiden. (lightning)
A sister and brother live: Everyone sees one, but does not hear, Everyone hears the other, but does not see. (lightning Thunder)
After the rain, it happens that half the sky is covered. A beautiful, colorful arc will appear, then melt. (rainbow)
What a wonderful beauty! Painted gates appeared on the way!.. You can’t drive through them, You can’t enter them. (rainbow)
Not an animal, not a bird, a sock like a knitting needle. It flies - it squeaks, it sits - it is silent. (mosquito)
Hairy, green, she hides in the leaves. Even though he has many legs, he still cannot run. (caterpillar)
He is green, bouncy, completely non-thorny, chirps in the meadow all day, wants to surprise us with a song. (grasshopper)
Who, as soon as it gets hot, will pull a fur coat over his shoulders. And the evil cold will come - Will it be thrown off your shoulders? (Forest)
In the forest near the stump there is bustle and running around. The working people are busy all day, building a city for themselves. (Ants)
Winged fashionista, Striped dress. Even though he is small in stature, if he bites, it will be bad. (wasp)
The long-armed old man wove a hammock in the corner. Invites: “Mid flies! Relax, little ones! (spider)
The housewife flies over the lawn, fusses over the flower - He will share the honey. (bee)
Which sea behind the village is the breeze stirring? In it, waves can be collected and placed in a bag. (field)
She grew up in a field, she was under a millstone, she came from the oven to the table as a loaf. (wheat)
Sometimes purple, sometimes blue, He met you at the edge of the forest. They gave him a very sonorous name, but he can hardly just ring. (bell)
Rye is earing in the field. There, in the rye, you will find a flower. bright blue and fluffy, It’s just a pity that it’s not fragrant. (cornflower)
Oh, don’t touch me: I’ll burn you even without fire! (nettle)
I walked barefoot by the fence and got scalded by green boiling water (nettle)
He stands in the sun and moves his mustache. If you crush it in your palm, it’s filled with golden grain. (ear)
Chop it and there will be a seed, Plant it and there will be sunshine. (sunflower)
In the field - with a broom, In a bag - with gold. (oats)
Fedosya is standing, hair disheveled. (sheaf)
We cry without him, and when he appears, we hide from him. (Sun)
What is higher than the forest, More beautiful than the light, Burns without fire? (Sun)
Who comes through the window and doesn't break it? (Sunbeam)
The girl is holding a cloud on a stem in her hand. If you blow on it, nothing will happen. (dandelion)
Hey, bells, blue, with a tongue, but no bells! (bells)
I am a drop of summer on a thin leg. They weave boxes and baskets for me. He who loves me is happy to bow down. And the name was given to me by my native land. (strawberry)
It makes noise in the field and in the garden, but it won’t get into the house. And I'm not going anywhere while he goes. (rain)
In the blue sky, as if on a river, White sheep are swimming. They keep their way from afar. What are their names? (clouds)
In the morning the beads sparkled, They covered all the grass with themselves, And we went to look for them during the day, We search and search, but we won’t find them. (dew)
The sun sets in the evening, sweeps a brush through the sky. He doesn’t want to leave in vain. A trace remains - ... (dawn)
Peas are pouring out of the clouds, jumping onto our threshold. It rolls from the roof into the garden. What's happened? This is ... (hail)
He will cry over the gardens - The garden will be filled with fruits. Even a dusty plantain is glad to wash itself in the summer... (rain)
This hot summer month gives everyone its gifts - Plums, apples and pears. We cook the fruits, we dry the fruits. It is the last month of summer, Somewhere nearby, somewhere nearby, golden autumn is wandering. What month? Does anyone know? (August)
The day is getting shorter, now the heat is hot, now the thunder is roaring. Apples and pears are ripe, People are drying them in the sun, Preparing them for future use - Summer will soon be over! What month is it? Guess, and then welcome September! (August)

Why is AUGUST so named?

Initially, the month was called “sextile” (from the Latin sixth) and contained 29 days. Julius Caesar added two more days in 45 BC, giving it its modern 31-day length. August its real name in honor of the Roman emperor Octavian Augustus, after whom the Roman Senate named the month, which was especially happy in the life of the emperor. Octavian chose this month for himself, because several of his great victories occurred during it, including the conquest of Egypt. Such an honor had been granted even earlier by the Senate to Julius Caesar, after whom the month “quintilius” (from the Latin fifth) was renamed “July”. Historical names for August include its Old Germanic designation ("harvest month"). In the ancient Russian calendar, the month was called dawn (from the cold dawns in the mornings), serpen (the end of the harvest), in folk month-books - thick-eater, pickle, hospitable, stubble, pasikha-soberikha, crown of summer, flaxseed, mezhnyak . The name of the month “August” came to Rus' from Byzantium. The Irish, back at the beginning of the 20th century, spent the first of August “seeing off summer” according to a tradition coming from the Celtic holiday, and August was considered the first autumn month. In most languages of the world, the name of August corresponds to the Latin tradition. There are exceptions: in the ancient Japanese lunar calendar, the month close to August was called Hazuki - “month of leaves”, in the Thai language the month is called Sing-ha-Kom, from the word singha - “lion”.

FOLK SIGNS about AUGUST

In August, the oak tree is rich in acorns - a sign of harvest.
The leaves on the trees turn yellow below - early sowing will be good.
In the first week of August the weather is constant - the winter will be long and snowy.
The fog does not dissipate for a long time - to clear weather.
August without rain means a warm and dry autumn.
Frost fell in August - a sign of early winter.
Warm and damp August means a mushroom harvest.
If cranes gather in flocks at the end of August and fly south, then winter will also be early.
Peter and Paul shortened the day by an hour, and Elijah the prophet took two hours off.
What is the second Savior ( August 19 - the second Savior, apple), so is January.
On Anna - Chilodnitsa ( August 7 ) what the weather is like before lunch is what winter is like until December, what it is like after lunch is what it is like after December.
Since Ilya’s day the water has been cold and you can’t swim.
Since the first Savior (August 14 - honey) - cold dew.
From the third Savior ( August 29 - walnut) the beginning of autumn matinees.

Beautiful poems about the month of AUGUST

Stubble August August smells of apples and bread, He has rich tables. And mushrooms grow and grow under the sky, And grain flows into all corners. August slowly and ponderously, like a master, walks everywhere. And the quails whistle and whistle in his oatmeal beard. And brightening with amber maturity, He hides the summer in the bins, The children grow up with August, They generously gain intelligence. (author: M. Sukhorukova)
August We harvest fruits in August. There is a lot of joy for people after all their hard work. The sun stands over the spacious fields, and the sunflower is filled with black grains. (author: S. Marshak)
August August comes with a harvest for everyone, but not for the lazy. Those who oversleep will return empty-handed. And whoever wakes up early will be with boletus mushrooms. (author: V. Berestov)
Here it is August. Don't be sad! Is it raining outside? This summer is shedding tears, In August it will go away. Sad? I know, don't be sad! Indian summer is ahead! Summer is nearing its end, Rain is pouring from the skies. The sun is hiding behind a cloud, take an umbrella just in case! Anyway, don't be sad! The sky will pour out all the rain, It will stop crying, The slush will dry up on the path. Autumn quietly entered the forest and enveloped you in beauty. Noisily waving the winds at us: - Wait for winter with snow! Sad? I know, don't be sad! Indian summer is ahead! You and I will run away into the forest, There are so many miracles in it! The trees have changed their outfit, the branches have dropped their leaves. The time has begun, Listopadov! Beauty! Smile, wait in the forest. August is the golden month! (author: I. Gorbacheva)
The smell of bread The smell of bread is amazing! We have known this smell since childhood. The bread smells of the steppe, and the sky, and grass, and fresh milk. The bread smells like a hot hearth, melted snow, and a spring thunderstorm, and a peasant's salty sweat, and sometimes a peasant's tear. Oh, how delicious the bread is! How fragrant it is and fluffy like fluff. Only the satiated cannot fully appreciate the grain spirit.
See you, summer Summer said: “I was very tired, I played and jumped all summer, I dived into the river, then sunbathed, I helped my grandmother weed the beds, I carried water to the gardens for watering, I mowed the grass on dewy mornings, I often picked mushrooms and berries. it was light and dawn. My legs trudged home barely, Nettles stung my body and ate... And now it wouldn’t hurt to rest,” - So tired Summer told us... (author: A. Badashkin)
August August, August - joy for children! Let's go for a walk in the summer forest. There are ripe sweetness of raspberries and mushrooms - you can’t count them! How many juicy berries did you eat and how many mushrooms did you take home? ...We didn’t have time to look back when the holidays passed. (author: T. Kersten)
The month of August is coming, He rewards all people. For all our efforts, He gives us all fruits. We are harvesting... Say goodbye to summer. (author: A. Vyatsky)
August walks through the forest. Offers gifts to everyone: Pears, apples, nuts - to red squirrels for fun. Fresh carrots for the hare, so that the little coward can jump deftly. In the field there is buckwheat for the little mice, And honey mushrooms for the hedgehogs, A harvest of ripe berries - Just set out the buckets! Sweet honey for the little bear - August sends gifts to everyone. (author: N. Svetlyachok)
Summer. August. The sun is shining. And a playful breeze slightly shakes the flower without noticing the White butterflies. The lilies swayed. The breeze whispers in the forest: “Autumn is coming, dear ones, I’ll bring it to you.” The birch trees suddenly rustled: “Don’t scare everyone. Only by October will the autumn outfit be ready.” Summer. August. Circle of the sun. And the grasshoppers are chattering. But a school of wild ducks is already flying south. (author: E. Kabanova )
August August bows at his feet, August asks for help: Harvest the harvest! The garden and field are over the edge! There is no salvation! Spas to the rescue! The harvest is ripe, just in time! (author: M. Sadovsky)
Well, Augustus, you pour rain on us day after day? We've grown over the summer, August, have you noticed that? Why are you dripping again, You see, we are going for a walk! We go to bed - it’s drizzling, We get up - the curtain hangs... The sounds of wet pavement People from the street are rushing home. They are rich in sonorous whispers, Look, taxis are like little frogs. The rustle of tires. The bus stopped. The doors creaked open. People jump ashore. The sidewalk is now a dock. Russulas and honey mushrooms, saffron milk caps, moss mushrooms, - Umbrellas are playing hide and seek, Trucks are slurping... Circles are scattering in long puddles. Dear August, help, Walking somewhere in the rain Our summer has been lost... (author: A. Borisov)
The last month of summer is August. It’s time to collect the harvest from the dachas, and start preparing containers for mushrooms. But it’s sad to say goodbye to summer. The last month of summer is outside the window, It gives us warmth, the wind chides us, And our whole house is covered in colorful asters, And the wet rain drizzles more often.