Outside the window the wind howls
And he laughs and whistles.
I know what's wrong with him.
He's a cool guy.

The wind is just having fun.
He's alone on the street.
No other faces to be seen.
Just a couple of rowan trees.

But the rowan trees only shake.
They don't play, they don't want to.
Nature is waiting for instructions
Quietly lined up.

Walking alone is not a joy.
There is no courage without friends.
For the sake of the wind I would like
Support his coven.

I dress warmer
And I go for a walk with him.
It will be more fun together
WITH clean air play.

The game of fate is almost without rules...
The struggle of fate in the dimensionless ring of life.
On a field that has no limits or boundaries
And the battle is for survival in harsh conditions...

It’s difficult not to lose balance in this mortal world,
It’s hard not to get confused and fall into the abyss of sins.
But a person tries to hold on to the threads of life and
Don’t fall into the abyss of anger when trying to get into the world of good...

Villainous fate shakes a person through its tablets,
Like sea ships in the elements of storm and raging winds.
What's the fate...

The game continues, death will wait!
In the fearlessness of life, immortality lives.
I tear my lungs with inhalation. Bridges are burning.
I sweep away the ashes of emptiness with excitement.

I flutter like a butterfly straight into the fire.
The palm of death is deft and merciless.
But the one who defames easily, without shame,
He always fences with a scythe on equal terms.

The bluff bursts like skin and slides off your face.
But I’ll play with fate to the end.
I'll throw recklessness onto the green cloth
And I will snatch victory from the very bottom.

All children grow up, but fairy tales live on.
For those who don't believe in a miracle...

The winds echo the winds - in the drizzling fog
I will dissolve, becoming drunk with freedom,
I’ll keep only love as a medallion in my pocket -
I have now put an end to the violence of my feelings.
Weekdays will join weekdays - I remember famously,
I remember vows about fidelity in love
and love leaving quietly,
and the prayer: “Save forever!”
But deception built a nest on deception -
I wrapped my youth in a shroud long ago:
I will dissolve in the drizzling fog,
so that God does not grumble at me.
The winds echo the winds - pain rolls in like a wave -
I'm so sorry for the wasted life,
but for the new one...

Game, game: green lampshade,
The deck creaks, obeying your fingers.
It's funny how decorously I sit
And the way you turn pale, worried.

Here are the cards dealt, and God protects you:
The dead hand lies like a whip.
You probably only have trump cards,
And for me, please take a look!

That's all there is: a blizzard through the opening
Throws snow pellets at the windows -
And I'm covered in green light
And your curl, and the mole on your forehead...

Today you are especially sweet!
Don't consider this a giveaway -
I'm opening up! - to me...

The violin played... The sound is rainy,
Gloomy, cloudy poured
A fabulously beautiful melody
And lonely. And you can't
I couldn't even move
I stood and stood and watched,
Unable to wake up from the game,
I can't wait for the ending.

She played, sang pitifully,
The sound shimmered with the rain,
What was knocking so boldly outside the window
Together with the violin in unison,
And he understood her, the mistress
Such an evening of miracles,
Her divine tale,
What came to us from heaven.

She played so beautifully
The song sang so harmoniously...

The play of light gives rise to the play of shadow,
Every coin has two sides,
No questions - no answers and solutions,
Here halves are given to everything.

Here they pass into each other, complementing,
Dream and reality, reality and fantasy world.
The one who lived his life without knowing dreams
Sire is primitive and of a poor mind.

The world is dual and at the same time multifaceted,
Everything is reversed, not everything in it is reversible.
We always adjust the world to suit our life,
For yourself, space in it, creating your own.

In us, insignificantly small, there is a huge world - Space...

SUMMER EDUCATIONAL GAMES WITH THE WIND Game 1. “Weather vane and the wind” Show your child what a weather vane is. Show the cardinal directions on the map. For preschoolers, it is enough to show north and south; for older children, you already need to show all 4 cardinal directions: west, south, east, north. Also show how to use a compass and where north and south are when viewed from the window of your house. The game will have a host and players. The players portray a weather vane. The leader says: “The wind blows from the north,” and the players turn to the north. Then the presenter calls “The wind blows from the south,” and the weather vanes turn to face south. When the leader says “Storm,” the players spin around in place, and when the command “Calm” sounds, they freeze and do not move until the next command. The one who moves is out of the game. Players who made mistakes are also eliminated from the game. The winner is the one who lasts the longest in the game without making mistakes. You can play this game with forfeits. The one who made a mistake remains in the game, but pays a forfeit (fulfills the task of the presenter after the end of the game). Game 2. North and south wind What is the character of the south wind? That's right, he is angry, cold, icy, hurricane, impetuous. What do we call this wind? - wind, storm, hurricane, gale. What is the south wind? Pleasant, affectionate, light, warm, soft, affectionate, kind, gentle. What do we call the south wind? - Breeze, breeze. In this game, the south and north winds will compete with each other - who is stronger? Two drivers are selected. One of them is the south wind, and a red ribbon is tied to his hand. The other is the north wind, and a blue ribbon is tied to his hand. Players walk or run freely around the court (you need to agree in advance which line you can run to, i.e. what are the dimensions of the playing area). At the command “Wind”, the north wind runs out onto the site and tries to touch (touch with hand) - “freeze” as much as possible larger number players. Players “frozen” by it freeze and do not move. The south wind tries to “unfreeze” them by touching them with his hand and saying: “Free.” The players' task is to stay in the game and not be frozen. The south and north winds compete to see who is stronger - whether the south wind can unfreeze all players. At the signal, the game ends and is repeated with new drivers in the role of the wind. Game 3. How does the wind help plants? In this game, the child depicts how the wind helps plants spread their seeds. Having lived their role as a “seed” from birth on a tree to germination in the ground and the growth of a new tree or flower, children already have a different attitude towards plants, they realize that nature needs wind, sun, and rain. It's good to play with instrumental music. An adult or older child will represent the tree, and a toddler or group of children will be the seeds. You can give your child seeds that you have at home. First, the child (children) stand next to an adult “tree” - “seeds” grow on it. Then the wind blows - hum with your child, make some noise, rustle the leaves: “shhhh.” Ooohhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh.” You can depict how the tree was surprised by the wind, rejoiced, and greeted it. The seeds fall and fly in the wind to the sound of the wind, while the “tree” rustles its leaves, sways its branches, and bends in the wind. Now the wind has stopped and the “seeds” fall to the ground - they squat. It's winter, the seeds are covered with snow, they sleep under the snow (you can put on calm music). Children put their palms under their cheeks - “fall asleep until spring.” And now spring comes - the streams began to gurgle and the sun began to shine. The spring rain began to fall. The seeds began to sprout and grow. The child or children rise and stretch upward. You can read poems to children before or after the game about how the wind helps plants spread seeds. We hung on the mother tree for a long time. Suddenly the wind blew and we all flew away. We want to rush away from our mother, the wind will pick us up and we will fly away! Light wings help us fly, Only the wind will know where we land. We will all fall to our native land, the Earth will feed us, the earth is home. In spring, the sun will warm us with its rays, And the rain will give us water as best it can. Then we will sprout a green sprout and wave a green leaf to mom. Outdoor games for children about the wind on our website https://vk.cc/6KTuai GAME 4. WIND PANTRY Ask your child what is stored in the pantry (at the dacha, in the village, in the apartment). Why do people make pantries? I wonder what is stored in the pantry by the wind? What can he put there, and why does he need it? And where might the wind storehouse be? Let your child reason and imagine with you. The poet Timofey Belozerov looked into one such storehouse of wind and found there... guess what? That's it! Whatever has been brought into the old ravine! Kept in a ravine in the night twilight, Tight earrings - a gift from a birch tree, Willowherb flowers, cuckoo tears, Green and yellow beads of rain, A partridge feather on a milk mushroom's hat. Here, as if to the bottom of a chest, early in the morning, canvases of fog are thrown by the wind, In the stream, on the blue chintz of the wave, The ancient Brooch of the Moon flickers... What did the poet see in the pantry by the wind? What would your baby like to give to the wind and put in his pantry? And why does the wind need this? These questions encourage the child to express his own opinion, and not someone else’s (after all, there is no definite answer!) You can’t answer questions with a monosyllable “yes” or “no”; you need to speak in full beautiful phrases, and this is very useful for the development of creative imagination and for the development of children’s speech! Invite your child to draw a fairy-tale pantry of the wind, figure out where it is, how it can be depicted and what will be stored in it. GAME 5. FUN GYMNASTICS ABOUT THE WIND Now let's relax! And let's do some fun exercises! This gymnastics can be done even with the smallest children, encouraging them to repeat the simplest words: “kva-kva-kva”, “muuuu”. The restless wind knows everything in the world (we wave our hands above our heads). Knows how a frog sings: “Kva-kva-kva” (invite the child to squat down and pretend to be a frog, jump like it) Knows how a shell makes noise: “Shu-shu-shu (we fold our palms like a boat and apply them to the left ear, then to the right) He knows how the crow screams: “Kar-kar-kar.” (the child raises his hands up and flaps them like wings) He knows how a cow moos: “Moo-moo-moo” (the child shows the cow’s horns and moos muuuu) GAME 6. FINGER GYMNASTICS “WIND AND MILL” We begin to pronounce the words clearly, in rhythm , and gradually speed up the rhythm. We make rotating movements with our hands in front of our chests: “Mill, mill grinds flour, grinds, grinds, grinds, grinds (we speed up the pace). There is no wind, the mill has stopped. The wind blew again, the mill began to spin, and started working (we make movements with our hands to the rhythm of the words: “grinds, grinds, grinds, grinds”). The wind blew stronger. We twist our hands very quickly while pronouncing words quickly. We ground flour (clench our fingers into fists, knock with the fist of one hand on the fist of the other hand) Here are huge bags! (arms to the sides - these are how huge the bags are!) We baked pies from flour, from flour! (palms open, clap one palm against the other - “baking pies”) GAME 7. SPEECH GAME “HOW TO DRAW THE WIND” Is it possible to draw the wind? We have already tried to convey with a line the different moods of the wind in a children's fairy tale - see “ Good fairy tales. Five Tales of the Wind." What color is the wind? Invite your child to ask the wind what color it is. We repeat the first two lines with the baby: -Tell us, wind, What color are you? You will be surprised that the wind does not respond. Why? Try asking in a quieter voice – in a whisper – barely audible. Then louder - even louder - even louder - very loud. If the child immediately screams very loudly after a quiet sound, then stop him like this: “Oh, the breeze was scared! “Who is that screaming so terribly there?!” - and hid." Let's call him quietly - let him get used to your voice. And now a little louder, etc. with increasing volume. This exercise teaches the child to regulate the strength of his voice from quiet to loud and vice versa. At the end of the exercise, say: “So the wind heard our question and answered us” and read the poem in the voice of the wind. -Tell us, wind, what color are you? - I am the color of sunset, I am the color of dawn, I am the color of snow, I am the color of fire... This is me as you see me. (V. Lunin) Why can the wind be different colors? (remember that wind is the movement of air, and air is transparent and has no color). When is the wind snowy? (In winter, during blizzards and blizzards). When is the wind the color of dawn? (In the morning). And the colors of the sunset? (In the evening). When is the wind the color of fire? (For example, when the breeze plays with the flame of a fire or with a candle flame). Tell your child that wind can be very dangerous during a fire because it quickly spreads fire through the forest. Therefore, during a fire, they try to cover the fire so that the wind does not carry it further. GAME 8. THE WIND IS DIFFERENT! This game is best played with a group of children. We will all pretend to be the wind together. When playing in a group of children, even shy children forget about their shyness and become more relaxed. But you can play with an adult and one child together. At first, the breeze blows a little (we put one palm against the other and listen to this sound), but then it intensified (three times stronger), the trees began to crack (we clap our knees), a storm began (we depict it with sound, stretching our lips forward with a tube, the task is to draw out the sound as long as possible, you can change the pitch, volume according to the signal), a hurricane has arisen!!! (we add hand movements to the sound - as if trees are swaying). The wind began to subside (again “rustling” - three palms touching each other). The wind died down (we sit without moving and listen to the SILENCE). Outdoor games for children about the wind on our website

Wind games

The settlement evoked thoughts about the frailty of flesh and the ephemerality of the Matrix. Like the swift stroke of a falling star, we flash across the night sky of this grandiose theater of dreams...

Having somewhat quenched his treasure-hunting thirst, Sergei and the luminary of philology climbed to the top of the highest hill in the “fortress.” The wind was blowing quite strongly. Remembering how the wind dissipated energy during yoga in Tunisia, the friends initially wanted to go down to some “hall” sheltered from the wind. But air currents They pleasantly cooled the body, warmed by the scorching (despite the morning hours) rays of the sun. As a result, it was decided to do yoga in a ventilated space.

At the top of the hill there was a hilly plateau, where Vovka and Seryoga settled down about ten meters from each other, choosing more level areas.

We started right away with the “Eye of Rebirth”. Vovka moved as if in slow motion, prolonging the pleasure, holding his breath for a long time in the most energetic asanas. With the very first breath, powerful jets of energy rushed into the plastic, obedient vessel of the body.

Unlike the plateau near Chimgan, the height was low. And the mountains are far away, on the very horizon. So there was no animal fear of falling. But when I tilted my head back, I still felt a pull upward, although not as much.

When Vovka performed bends, the inverted hillocks of Afrosiab appeared from behind, hovering above the turquoise sky, as if above the ocean. And this gave me a feeling of fragility and unreality of what was happening.

The sun was already high, so it blinded the eyes on the bends. However, I didn’t want to close them - the majestic panorama that opened up from here had its own unique energy and charm: a bluish sky, brightly illuminated by the sun, hilly steppe expanses and in the distance the outlines of mountain ranges, half-hidden in the haze. Ahead, almost under your feet, are excavations, and to the right is Samarkand with its azure minarets and colorful houses, buried in the greenery of poplars and plane trees.

Cockroaches stood facing the wind, which with elastic, gentle energy flowed into the chest, head and stomach, wrapped around the arms and legs in humming streams, flowed around the body and created turbulent currents sliding along the back of the body and flowing inside. Well, well! The wind played with Vovka, and Vovka played with him! This was not the case in Sousse, although the wind blew almost all the time.

Saving from the heat, powerful streams of cool, electrified air blew across the body, spinning around it in dozens of vortices and air vents. Stroking and massaging the skin, the breeze blew into his shorts, rinsed his T-shirt, and ruffled his hair. Responding to him with love and gratitude, Vovka, with his breathing and movements, rotated, twisted, stretched, condensed his flows inside and outside his body, and juggled them. He threw gentle hurricanes into different sides, the wind blew into warm earth breathing the smells of herbs, he released it from the top of his head like a kite and brought down waterfalls (in inverted poses). Like a child captured by an amazing unfamiliar toy, Vovka blissfully played with the wind, merging with it into one whole, becoming a single element. They played hide and seek, catch, dodgeball, somersaults and God knows what else. Delight, rapture, excitement, flight, amazement, mischief, unstoppable strength, tenderness - all this overflowed into them, sparkling with countless facets.

Warm streams were replaced by cooler streams, changing the strength and direction of movement. Tactile sensations were different all the time. Tarakanov had no idea that the touch of the wind could have so many shades. And when you experience all this widest spectrum sensations simultaneously with all parts of the body, and you also feel the movement of energies inside, this is a trance! A paradise for kinesthetics, however.

However, not only for them. The energy-air currents of the wind were visible with a defocused gaze - a thin, almost transparent haze, silver and golden colors.

But Vovka not only felt and saw the wind, but also heard it! This turned my entire consciousness upside down! Rustle, hum, chime, strumming, rustling, howling, whispering, humming - all this gave birth to a wonderful symphony air element, performed by the famous conductor of the Matrix, winner of the Heavenly Orgasm Prize, Comrade Allah Akbarovich Rakhman-Rakhimov. Taking asanas with his arms extended above his head and palms folded, he was amazed at the melodic whistle of the wind, which reached some ultrasonic frequencies, ticklingly flying into the narrow crevices between his biceps and ears.

Puffing after the circle of “Eye” through one nostril (pranayama “Akpalbhati”) and making pauses after inhalation, Tarakanov turned ninety degrees to the right. He deliberately stood facing Samarkand to observe the enchanting silhouettes of Registan. The body rang like bells. From the most powerful stream of Power that descended from the blue hot skies, my eyes darkened.

Streams poured into the open palms in weightless, gentle streams, and it was like nothing else! For the first time, Tarakanov experienced such sensations in a sauna a couple of weeks ago. First, he relaxed in the Jacuzzi for about fifteen minutes, exposing the centers of his palms and feet to the tight streams of water. And then very, very pleasant ecstatic currents ran through the body, starting with the feet and hands. Vovka walked out of the sauna and caught the tickling breeze with his hands, inhaling prana with his palms.

The wind blew not only from the front. The top of the hill was blown from all sides by breezes, zephyrs, trade winds, monsoons, nor'easters and tornadoes of varying intensity and depth. This also added additional musical parts to the sound of the energetic orchestra.

The second circle of the “Eye” responded in the body with such feelings that a person living in our world cannot even imagine. The flow was compressed so much that the body turned into hyperdiamond. It filled with extraordinary, impossible hardness, but at the same time remained flexible, trembling under gusts of wind.

How Tarakanov, while performing pranayama, was able to stay on his widely spaced legs - under the pressure of the Flow, furiously falling from above and illuminating him with a fiery orange light - he himself did not understand. The only thing he managed to remember was how, at the moment of the highest energy tension, pictures flashed before his eyes with great speed... And then Vovka woke up in a half-bent position, staggering and waving his arms.

He shook off the earthen dust from his palms and, aiming with his fifth point so as not to plop down on the thorns, sat down on the edge of the cliff. He took a sip of water and began to contemplate the sandy walls and hills. There is complete emptiness in my head, as if every single thought had been blown away by the wind. And again surprise: “Did this really happen to me? Is this really possible?

Seryoga came up with a crazy face. It turned out that he also experienced similar sensations from playing with the wind.

Another stunning gift of the Force!