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Life of a Tree A.Lopatina Once a teacher took some children for a walk in a nearby forest to tell them about the life of a tree. 'The tree is alive just like ourselves,' explained the teacher, stopping near a big pine tree. 'The tree eats, works, breathes and sleeps. It can feel and even speak, but in it's own way.' The children all listened attentively to the teacher's story except for three boys for whom this kind of story was not at all interesting.
Slowly they moved away, and trying not to be noticed managed to escaped into the depths of the forest. 'What nonsense!
I will never believe that trees are alive and can feel,' said the first boy scornfully. With these words, as if trying to prove his point, he jumped up and caught a branch of a birch. He started to swing on it, forwards and backwards until the branch broke off with a loud crack. 'Certainly that's nonsense,' laughed another boy. 'Trees cannot speak! Look, the birch didn't say anything when you broke off it's branch just now. Now I will carve something with a knife on it's bark.
Maybe this tree will write me something in reply?' He continued laughing.
'And I don't believe that trees can breathe. They don't have lungs' the third boy added, supporting his friends. 'Here, come and have a quick look at this huge oak growing in this glade,' he shouted. The children began to run around the oak, kicking it as they did so and singing cheerfully: 'Hey, you old oak tree - tell us your name.'
Suddenly all the boys felt as if something had seized them by their jackets and had raised them high above the ground. 'Oh, what's going on?' – shouted the children in fright. In reply the branches of the old oak rustled and a voice boomed out that made the boys tremble in horror: 'I am the keeper and the guardian of this forest. How dare are you ask my name, you shameless boys?'
The frightened children were silent and pale. The voice of the oak was like a terrible whirlwind filling the wood. 'Listen to me, trees of my forest: birches and aspens, fir-trees and pines, lindens and maples. We'll have to decide together what to do with these naughty boys. Are any of you willing to take responsibility for them?
In reply the trees started to rustle in fright. 'No, please no, respected oak - I am afraid of them.
All my leaves still tremble from the fright,' - said the aspen with fear in its voice. 'And I don't need such naughty boys, what will I do with them? I am a quiet and decent tree,' - answered the fir-tree.
Die Gilde Patch 2.06. 'I've already got too much work without these boys,' - explained the rowanberry tree. 'I must grow berries so that the forest's inhabitants can be fed in winter.'
If none of my trees will take responsibility for you then I'll have to turn you into stones, you shameless boys,' exclaimed the oak, making a terribly loud noise which terrified the boys. 'Oh, no, respected oak, please wait. All right, I agree. Give them to me, even though they broke one of my branches and cut my bark.
All the same, people are not supposed to be like stones,'- rustled the birch tree with its branches. 'Besides the Creator ordered us to serve people.' 'Dear birch, you have got such a pure heart, just like your bark – pure and snow-white,' rustled the branches of the oak more softly. 'Well, take them and teach them how to behave, teach them good morals, kindness and wisdom.' The children were going to object, but suddenly felt like they were flying through the air straight to the birch tree. The boys regained consciousness, but each in different place.
One turned into the roots of the birch as if he had merged with them; another turned into the trunk and branches; and the third – into birch's leaves. The children didn't even have enough time to come to their senses and understand what had happened before they heard the birch ordering them: 'Let's start woriking boys, let's do our work. We can't allow ourselves to waste even one moment - trees have to do so many jobs during summer! As for you, roots, you have the following task: first, you must feed me with food which you have to absorb from the ground; secondly, you must attach me to mother earth and support me against storms and strong wind.' 'But I cannot work day and night. I don't have enough power and energy to support such a huge birch,' the first boy started to object. 'You just have to do it,' answered the birch.