Twelve months actors. Scenario of a children's Christmas fairy tale - "12 months"

Arranged by S. Marshak

Do you know how many months in a year?

Twelve.

And what are their names?

January, February, March, April, May, June, July, August, September, October, November, December.

As soon as one month ends, another immediately begins. And it has never happened before that February came before January left, and May would overtake April.

Months go one after another and never meet.

But people say that in the mountainous country of Bohemia there was a girl who saw all twelve months at once.

How did it happen? That's how.

In one small village there lived an evil and stingy woman with her daughter and stepdaughter. She loved her daughter, but her stepdaughter could not please her in any way. Whatever the stepdaughter does - everything is wrong, no matter how she turns - everything is in the wrong direction.

The daughter spent whole days on the feather bed and ate gingerbread, and the stepdaughter had no time to sit down from morning to night: either bring water, then bring brushwood from the forest, then rinse the linen on the river, then empty the beds in the garden.

She knew the winter cold, and the summer heat, and the spring wind, and the autumn rain. That is why, perhaps, she once had a chance to see all twelve months at once.

It was winter. It was the month of January. There was so much snow that it was necessary to shovel it from the doors, and in the forest on the mountain the trees stood waist-deep in snowdrifts and could not even sway when the wind blew over them.

People sat in houses and stoked stoves.

At such and such a time, in the evening, the evil stepmother opened the door ajar, looked at how the blizzard was sweeping, and then returned to the warm stove and said to her stepdaughter:

- You should go to the forest and pick snowdrops there. Tomorrow is your sister's birthday.

The girl looked at her stepmother: is she joking or is she really sending her into the forest? It's scary now in the forest! And what snowdrops in the middle of winter! Before March, they will not be born, no matter how much you look for them. Only you will disappear in the forest, you will get bogged down in snowdrifts. And her sister says to her:

“If you disappear, no one will cry for you!” Go and don't come back without flowers. Here's a basket for you.

The girl began to cry, wrapped herself in a tattered scarf, and went out the door.

The wind powders her eyes with snow, tears her handkerchief from her. She walks, barely pulling her legs out of the snowdrifts.

It's getting darker all around. The sky is black, it does not look at the earth with a single star, and the earth is a little lighter. It's from the snow.

Here is the forest. It's so dark in here you can't see your hands. The girl sat down on a fallen tree and sits. All the same, he thinks where to freeze.

And suddenly a light flashed far between the trees - as if a star had become entangled among the branches.

The girl got up and went to this light. Drowning in snowdrifts, climbs over a windbreak. “If only,” he thinks, “the light does not go out!” And it does not go out, it burns brighter and brighter. Already there was a smell of warm smoke, and it became audible how brushwood crackles in the fire. The girl quickened her pace and went out into the clearing. Yes, it froze.

Light in the clearing, as if from the sun. In the middle of the clearing, a large fire burns, almost reaches the very sky. And people are sitting around the fire - some are closer to the fire, some are farther away. They sit and talk quietly.

The girl looks at them and thinks: who are they? They don’t seem to look like hunters, even less like lumberjacks: they look so smart - some in silver, some in gold, some in green velvet.

And suddenly one old man turned around - the tallest, bearded, eyebrows - and looked in the direction where the girl was standing.

She was frightened, wanted to run away, but it was too late. The old man asks her loudly:

Where did you come from, what do you need here? The girl showed him her empty basket and said:

- I need to collect snowdrops in this basket. The old man laughed.

Is it snowdrops in January? Wow what did you think!

“I didn’t make it up,” the girl answers, “but my stepmother sent me here for snowdrops and didn’t tell me to return home with an empty basket.

Then all twelve looked at her and began to talk among themselves.

A girl is standing, listening, but she doesn’t understand the words - as if it’s not people talking, but trees making noise.

They talked and talked and were silent.

And the tall old man turned around again and asked:

What will you do if you don't find snowdrops? After all, before the month of March, they will not look out.

“I’ll stay in the forest,” the girl says. I'll be waiting for the month of March. It’s better for me to freeze in the forest than to return home without snowdrops.

She said it and cried.

And suddenly one of the twelve, the youngest, cheerful, in a fur coat on one shoulder, got up and went up to the old man:

“Brother January, give me your seat for an hour!” The old man stroked his long beard and said:

- I would give in, but not to be Mart before February.

“All right,” grumbled another old man, all shaggy, with a disheveled beard. Give in, I won't argue! We all know her well: either you will meet her at the hole with buckets, or in the forest with a bundle of firewood. All months it has its own. We must help her.

“Well, have it your way,” said January. He thumped the ground with his ice staff and spoke.

Do not crack, frosts,

In the reserved forest

At the pine, at the birch

Don't chew on the bark!

Full of crows for you

Freeze,

human habitation

Cool down!

The old man fell silent, and it became quiet in the forest. The trees stopped crackling from the frost, and the snow began to fall thickly, in large, soft flakes.

“Well, now it’s your turn, brother,” said January and gave the staff to his younger brother, shaggy February. He tapped his staff, shook his beard and hummed:

Winds, storms, hurricanes,

Blow with all your might!

Whirlwinds, blizzards and snowstorms,

Play for the night!

Blow loudly in the clouds

Fly over the ground.

Let the snow run in the fields

White snake!

As soon as he said this, a stormy, wet wind rustled in the branches. Snowflakes swirled, white whirlwinds rushed across the ground. And February gave his ice staff to his younger brother and said:

“Now it’s your turn, brother Mart. The younger brother took the staff and hit the ground. The girl looks, and this is no longer a staff. This is a large branch, all covered with buds.

Mart grinned and sang loudly, in all his boyish voice:

Run away, streams,

Spread, puddles,

Get out, ants!

After the winter cold!

Bear sneaks

Through the woods.

The birds began to sing songs

And the snowdrop blossomed.

The girl even threw up her hands. Where did the high drifts go? Where are the ice icicles that hung on every branch?

Under her feet is soft spring earth. Around dripping, flowing, murmuring. The buds on the branches are puffed up, and the first green leaves are already peeking out from under the dark peel.

The girl looks - she can not see enough.

- Why are you standing there? - Mart tells her. - Hurry up, my brothers gave us only one hour.

The girl woke up and ran into the thicket to look for snowdrops. And they are invisible! Under the bushes and under the stones, on the bumps and under the bumps - wherever you look. She took a full basket, a full apron - and rather again to the clearing, where the fire was burning, where the twelve brothers were sitting.

And there is already no fire, no brothers: It is light in the clearing, but not as before. Light is not from fire, but from full month that rose above the forest.

The girl regretted that there was no one to thank her, and ran home. And the month swam after her.

Not feeling her feet under her, she ran to her door - and as soon as she entered the house, the winter blizzard hummed again outside the windows, and the moon hid in clouds.

“Well, what,” her stepmother and sister asked, “have you already returned home?” Where are the snowdrops?

The girl did not answer, she only poured snowdrops out of her apron onto the bench and placed the basket next to her.

Stepmother and sister gasped:

— Where did you get them?

The girl told them everything as it happened. They both listen and shake their heads - they believe and do not believe. It's hard to believe, but there's a whole bunch of snowdrops on the bench, fresh, blue ones. So it blows from them in the month of March!

The stepmother and daughter looked at each other and asked:

"Haven't they given you anything else in months?"

“Yes, I didn’t ask for anything else.

- What a fool, such a fool! - says the sister. - For once, I met with all the twelve months, but I didn’t beg for anything but snowdrops! Well, if I were you, I'd know what to ask. One has apples and sweet pears, another has ripe strawberries, a third has white mushrooms, a fourth has fresh cucumbers!

- Clever girl! - says the stepmother. - In winter, there is no price for strawberries and pears. We would sell it and how much money would we get. And this fool dragged snowdrops! Get dressed, daughter, warmly and go to the clearing. They won’t let you through, even though there are twelve of them, and you are alone.

- Where are they! - the daughter answers, and she herself - hands in sleeves, a scarf on her head.

Her mother screams after her:

Put on your mittens, button up your coat!

And the daughter is already at the door. Run away into the woods!

Follows in her sister's footsteps, in a hurry. “It would be faster,” he thinks, “to get to the clearing!”

The forest is getting thicker and darker. The snowdrifts are higher and higher, it stands like a windbreak wall.

“Oh,” the stepmother’s daughter thinks, “and why did I just go into the forest! I would lie at home in a warm bed now, but now go and freeze! You'll still be lost here!"

And as soon as she thought this, she saw a light in the distance - as if a star had become entangled in the branches.

She went to the fire. She walked and walked and went out into the clearing. In the middle of the clearing a large fire is burning, and around the fire twelve brothers are sitting for twelve months. They sit and talk quietly.

The stepmother's daughter came up to the fire itself, did not bow, did not say a friendly word, but chose a place where it was hotter, and began to warm herself.

The brothers-months fell silent. It became quiet in the forest. And suddenly the month of January struck the ground with his staff.

- Who are you? he asks. - Where did it come from?

“From home,” the stepmother’s daughter replies. “Today you gave my sister a whole basket of snowdrops. So I followed in her footsteps.

“We know your sister,” says the month of January, “but we haven’t even seen you. Why did you complain to us?

- For gifts. Let June, the month, pour strawberries into my basket, but larger. And July is the month of fresh cucumbers and white mushrooms, and the month of August is apples and sweet pears. And September is the month of ripe nuts. And October:

“Wait,” says the month of January. - Do not come summer before spring, and spring before winter. Far from June. I am now the master of the forest, I will reign here for thirty-one days.

- Look how angry! - says the stepmother's daughter. - Yes, I did not come to you - from you, except for snow and hoarfrost, you will not expect anything. I need the summer months.

The month of January frowned.

— Look for summer in winter! - He speaks.

He waved his wide sleeve, and a blizzard rose in the forest from the ground to the sky - it covered both the trees and the clearing on which the brother-months were sitting. Behind the snow, even the fire was not visible, but only a fire was heard whistling somewhere, crackling, blazing.

The stepmother's daughter was scared.

- Stop doing that! - shouts. - Enough!

Yes, where is it!

A blizzard is circling her, her eyes are blinding, her spirit is intercepted. She fell into a snowdrift, and covered her with snow.

And the stepmother waited, waited for her daughter, looked out the window, ran out the door - she was not there, and nothing more. She wrapped herself warmly and went into the forest. Can you really find someone in the thicket in such a snowstorm and darkness!

She walked, walked, searched, searched, until she herself froze.

And so they both remained in the forest to wait for the summer.

And the stepdaughter lived a long time in the world, grew up big, got married and raised children.

And she had, they say, a garden near the house - and such a wonderful one, such as the world has never seen. Earlier than everyone else, flowers bloomed in this garden, berries ripened, apples and pears poured. In the heat it was cool there, in a snowstorm it was quiet.

- At this hostess all twelve months at once visit! people said.

Who knows, maybe it was.

TWELVE MONTHS.

(Based on the fairy tale-play by S. Marshak.)

New Year's script for the children's theater, where the children themselves will play.

CHARACTERS:

NASTENKA
SOLDIER
QUEEN
STEPMOTHER
STEPMOM'S DAUGHTER
PROFESSOR
TWELVE MONTHS
MAID OF HONOR
CHANCELOR
AMBASSADOR
CHIEF OF THE ROYAL GUARD
GUESTS
COURTIES

(Music.)

STORYTOR: This amazing story took place in one kingdom. And for a long time they told their children and grandchildren. And it began on New Year's Eve, i.e. on the last day of the outgoing. Listen to this story too...
There lived a girl. And her name was Nastenka. When she was still small, her mother died, and her father married another woman. So Nastya had a stepmother. And then his father died. And Nastenka remained to live with her stepmother and with her sister, her stepmother's own daughter. Like many non-native children, Nastenka had a hard time. She did laundry, cooked, cleaned the house, stoked the stove.
Once, on New Year's Eve, her stepmother sent Nastenka to the forest for brushwood. There, in a forest clearing, she met a Royal soldier ...

(Music. The curtain opens. Nastenka and the Royal Soldier are on stage.)

SOLDIER: Hello, dear girl!
What brought you to the forest in such a frost?

NASTENKA: I did not come here of my own free will!
My stepmother sent me for brushwood!
And who are you?

SOLDIER: I am a soldier of Her Royal Highness! Came for the tree!
Because tomorrow New Year. There will be a full Palace of guests!
But the Christmas tree still needs to be dressed up in time!

NASTENKA: And what, Mr. Soldier, does the Queen have children?

SOLDIER: What are you, girl! She just turned 14!
You will probably be the same age.
Her parents died and she had to become the Queen.

NASTENKA: So she is also an orphan! Pity her!

SOLDIER: Pity! And there is no one to teach her mind-reason!
If our Queen wants something, then she will do it, she will not listen to anyone ...
And what is your name?

NASTENKA: Nastya.

SOLDIER: Come on, Nastenka, I'll help you gather firewood!

NASTENKA: Thank you, mister soldier!
And I will help you choose a Christmas tree! I know a good, fluffy one here!

SOLDIER: What kind of master am I? Just a soldier of Her Majesty.
But if you show a good Christmas tree, I will be very grateful to you!

(Nastenka and the Soldier are going to collect firewood. Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTOR: And now we will be transported to the Royal Palace. The Queen is having a spelling lesson. She writes under the dictation of her teacher-professor.

(Music. The curtain opens. The Queen is on the stage, she sits at the table and writes. The teacher-professor dictates to her.)

QUEEN: I hate to write! All fingers in ink! Okay, dictate!

PROFESSOR: The grass is green,
The sun is shining
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.

(The Queen writes.)

QUEEN: “It flies to us in the canopy” ... Well, that's enough!
Now tell me something interesting!

PROFESSOR: Anything interesting? About what?

QUEEN: Well, I don't know, something New Year's... Because today is New Year's Eve.

PROFESSOR: Good! A year, Your Majesty, consists of 12 months.

QUEEN: Really?

PROFESSOR: Yes! December, January, February are the winter months. March, April, May - spring. June, July, August - summer and September, October, November - autumn. And it never happens that February comes before January, and September before August.

QUEEN: And if I wanted April to come now?

PROFESSOR: It's impossible, Your Majesty!

QUEEN: And if I make a law and put a great seal?

PROFESSOR: It won't help!
Yes, and it is unlikely that Your Majesty needs it!
After all, every month brings its gifts and fun!
December, January and February - ice skating, Christmas tree.
In March, the snow begins to melt, in April the first snowdrops appear.

QUEEN: And I want it to be April already!
I really love snowdrops! I have never seen them!

PROFESSOR: There is very little left until April! Only 90 days!

QUEEN: 90 days? But I don't want to wait!

PROFESSOR: Your Majesty! But the laws of nature...

QUEEN: I will publish new law nature!... (thinks, then speaks decisively)
Sit down and write: “The grass is green, the sun is shining, and in our Royal Forest
sous blossomed spring flowers. Therefore, I order to deliver to the New Year in Dvo-
rec full basket of snowdrops. Whoever does my will, I will reward
royally. I will give as much gold as will fit in his basket and let him
participate in our New Year's skating." Have you written?

PROFESSOR: Yes! But Your Majesty, that's impossible!

QUEEN: Give me a pen, I'll sign it! (signs)
Put a stamp! And make sure everyone in town knows my decree!

STORYTELLER: And now we will look into the house where Nastenka lives. As we have already learned, she lives with her stepmother and sister, her stepmother's own daughter. Let's get to know them too. Let's see what they are doing.

(Music. The curtain opens. The Stepmother and her Daughter are on stage.)

DAUGHTER: And what, will this basket contain a lot of gold? (shows a small basket)
Enough for a coat?

STEPMOM: Why is there a fur coat, enough for a full dowry!

DAUGHTER: And this one? (takes a bigger basket)

STEPMOM: And there is nothing to say about this one!
You will dress in gold, you will put on shoes in gold, you will eat and drink on gold!

DAUGHTER: Then I'll take this basket!
One problem - you can't find snowdrops!
It can be seen that the Queen wanted to laugh at us!

STEPMOM: Young, so she comes up with all sorts of things!

DAUGHTER: What if someone goes into the forest and picks snowdrops!
Maybe they grow under the snow on the sly!
And then he will receive a whole basket of gold!
I'll put on my fur coat and try to look!

STEPMOM: What are you, daughter!
I won't let you in the door!
Look what a blizzard broke out!
Freeze in the forest!

DAUGHTER: Then you go, and I'll take the flowers to the Palace!

STEPMOM: Why don't you feel sorry for your own mother?

DAUGHTER: Sorry!
I feel sorry for you, mother, and I feel sorry for the gold, and most of all I feel sorry for myself!
So you will sit in the kitchen by the stove because of you!
And others will ride with the Queen in silver sledges and rake gold with a shovel!
(He covers his face with his hands, cries.)

STEPMOM: Well, don't cry, daughter!
Eat a hot pie!

DAUGHTER: I don't want a pie, I want snowdrops!
If you don’t want to go yourself and don’t let me in, let my sister go!
She's coming back from the forest!

STEPMOM: But you're right!
Why shouldn't she go?
The forest is not far, it won't take long to run away!

DAUGHTER: So let it go!

(Nastenka enters.)

STEPMOM: Wait to undress!
You need to run somewhere else!

NASTENKA: Where is it? Long away?

STEPMOM: Not so close, but not far either!

DAUGHTER: Into the woods!

NASTENKA: To the forest? I brought a lot of sickness.

DAUGHTER: Yes, not for brushwood, but for snowdrops!

NASTENKA: Are you kidding, sister?

DAUGHTER: What jokes? Haven't you heard of the ordinance?

NASTENKA: No.

DAUGHTER: They say it all over the city!
To the one who collects snowdrops, the Queen will give a whole basket of gold!

NASTENKA: Yes, what kind of snowdrops are now - winter, after all ...

STEPMOM: In the spring, snowdrops are not paid in gold, but in copper!
Maybe they grow under the snow!
Come on down and have a look!

NASTENKA: Where are you going now? It's getting dark already...
Maybe go tomorrow morning?

Daughter: I also thought of it! In the morning!
After all, flowers are needed for the holiday!

NASTENKA: Don't you feel sorry for me at all?

DAUGHTER: There you go! Pity!
Take off your scarf, I'll go into the forest myself!

STEPMOM: Where are you going? Who will let you?
And you have a basket in your hands and go!
And don't come back without snowdrops!

(Daughter gives a large basket to Nastenka.)

DAUGHTER: Here's a basket for you!

STEPMOM: Give her a little one! This one is completely new! Lose more in the forest!

(Nastenka takes a small basket and goes. Music. The curtain closes.)

STORY-TELLER: So, Nastenka had to go to the forest again!.. But what to do? After all, the stepmother ordered, you can’t disobey! ... But how to find snowdrops in winter? It doesn't happen like that...
Nastenka wandered for a long time, she froze! All paths in the forest covered with snow! How will he get back? ... Suddenly he looks, a fire, and near the fire Twelve people are warming themselves. All different ages, from teenage children to old people with beards. Nastenka went to the fire, maybe they will let her get warm? ...

(Music. The curtain opens. Twelve months around the fire stand on the stage. winter months with beards. The farther the month is from the current month (from December, January), the younger they look, i.e. autumn months more children. You can, to make it clearer, hang a large written name of the month on your chest for each month.)

JANUARY: Burn, burn bright,
To not go out!

ALL: Burn, burn brightly
To not go out!

(Nastenka appears. Approaches the fire.)

NASTENKA: Good evening!

JANUARY: Good evening to you too!

NASTENKA: Let me warm myself by your fire.

FEBRUARY: It has never happened that anyone other than us was at this fire!

APRIL: It's true!
Yes, if someone came to the light, let him warm up!

NASTENKA: Thank you! (warms hands from fire)

JANUARY: What's your name, girl?

NASTENKA: Nastya.

JANUARY: And what is it in your hands, Nastenka? Basket anyway?
Did you come for the cones just before the New Year?
And even in such a blizzard?

NASTENKA: I did not come of my own free will and not for cones!

AUGUST: (smiling) Isn't it for mushrooms?

NASTENKA: Not for mushrooms, but for flowers!
My stepmother sent me for snowdrops!

MARCH: (pushing April in the side) Hear, brother, your guest has come!
Accept!

(Everyone laughs)

NASTENKA: I would have laughed myself, but I don’t laugh!
My stepmother did not tell me to return without snowdrops!

FEBRUARY: Why did she need snowdrops in the middle of winter?

NASTENKA: She doesn't need flowers, but gold!
Our Queen promised a whole basket of gold to those who bring baskets to the Palace
oh snowdrops!
So they sent me to the forest!

JANUARY: Bad business, girl!
No time for snowdrops!
We have to wait until April!

NASTENKA: I myself know this, grandfather! Yes, I have nowhere to go!
Well, thanks for the warmth and hello! If you interfere, do not be angry ...

(Nastenka takes her basket and wants to go.)

APRIL: Wait, Nastenka, don't rush! (refers to January)
Brother January, give me your place for an hour!

JANUARY: I would give in, but not to be April before March!

MART: Well, it won't be up to me!
What will brother February say?

FEBRUARY: All right, and I'll give in! I won't argue!

JANUARY: If so, have it your way! (strikes ground with staff)

Do not crack frosts
In the reserved forest
By the pine, by the birch
Don't chew on the bark!

Well, now it's your turn, brother February! (gives staff to February)

FEBRUARY: (strikes staff on the ground)

Winds, storms, hurricanes,
Blow what is urine!
Whirlwinds, blizzards and snowstorms,
Play for the night!

Now it's your turn, brother Mart!

MARCH: (takes staff and hits the ground)

The snow is no longer the same
He darkened in the field!
Ice cracked on the lakes
It looks like they split!

Well, now you take the staff, brother April!

APRIL: (takes staff and strikes the ground)

Run away, streams,
Spread out, puddles!
Get out, ants!
After the winter cold!

Bear sneaks
Through thick deadwood!
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop bloomed!

(Snowdrops should appear in the clearing. This should be a pre-made island of flowers, not yet visible to us and Nastenka. The moon-brothers part and we see flowers.)

APRIL: (turns to Nastenka) Why are you standing there, Nastenka?
The Brothers gave us only one hour with you!

NASTENKA: How did this happen?
Is it really for my sake that spring has come in the middle of winter?
I can't believe my eyes!

APRIL: Believe it, don't believe it, but run to collect snowdrops as soon as possible!
Otherwise, winter will return, and your basket is empty!

(Nastenka goes, collects snowdrops in a basket.)

JANUARY: We, the winter months, know her well!
You will meet her at the ice-hole with buckets, then in the forest with a bundle of firewood!
And she is always cheerful and friendly!

JUNE: And we, summer months, we know her better!
The sun won't rise yet, but she's already near the garden!
He will come to the forest - he will not break the branches! He will take a red berry, leave a green one on a bush!

NOVEMBER: I watered it with rain more than once!
It's a pity, but there's nothing to be done, that's why I am the autumn month!

FEBRUARY: Oh, and she saw little good from me!
I blew it with the wind, cold! What to do - because I'm winter!
She knows the month of February, but February knows her too!
Such as she is not a pity in the middle of winter to give spring for an hour!

SEPTEMBER: Yes, good girl!

APRIL: Well, if you all like her, I'll give her a ring!

DECEMBER: Well, give it to me!

(Nastenka approaches the fire.)

JANUARY: Have you already got a full basket?
Your hands are nimble!

NASTENKA: So they are apparently invisible there!
I have never seen so many snowdrops!
Yes, they are all large, the stems are fluffy, like velvet, the petals seem to be crunchy.
steel!
Thank you, hosts, for your kindness! (bows to January)

JANUARY: Do not bow to me, but to my brother - the month of April!
He asked for you, he brought flowers for you from under the snow!

NASTENKA: Thank you, April-month!
I always rejoiced at you, but now I saw you in your face, I will never forget you!

APRIL: And so that you really don’t forget, here’s a ring for you as a keepsake!
If trouble happens, throw it on the ground and say:

You roll, roll, ringlet,
On the spring porch
In the summer canopy
In the autumn teremok,
Yes on the winter carpet
To the New Year's fire!

We will come to your rescue, all Twelve. Well, remember?

NASTENKA: I remember! (repeats) ... Yes, along the winter carpet, to the New Year's fire!

APRIL: Well, goodbye!
Yes, take care of my ring, do not lose it!

NASTENKA: I won't lose it!
I will never part with this ring!
I'll take it with me, like a light from your fire!

APRIL: Your truth, Nastenka!
There is a small spark in my ring from the big fire!
It will warm you in the cold, shine in the dark, comfort you in grief!

JANUARY: Now listen to what I have to say!
You had a chance to meet all the Twelve Months at once on New Year's Eve.
When the snowdrops are still in bloom, and your basket is already full. You are to us at the shortest
which path came and others go on long road day after day, hour after hour, minute
that in a minute. So it is supposed to. You do not open this path to anyone! This road
reserved!

FEBRUARY: And don't talk about who gave you the snowdrops! Do not boast of friendship with us!

NASTENKA: I'll die, but I won't tell anyone!

JANUARY: Remember what we told you and what you answered us!
And now it's time for you to go home before I let my blizzard loose!

NASTENKA: Farewell, Brother-months! (bows to everyone)

ALL MONTHS: Farewell, sister!

(Nastenka leaves. Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTELLER: So, Nastenka returned home with a full basket of snowdrops. How did her stepmother and sister meet her? Perhaps thank you? Let's go to them, look, listen to what they have to say ...

(Music. The curtain opens.)

DAUGHTER: I wanted to give her a big basket! And you regretted it!
How much gold will go into this basket?

STEPMOM: And who knew that she would return with snowdrops?
This is unheard of!...
And where she just found them, I have no idea!

DAUGHTER: Did you ask her?

STEPMOM: And I really didn’t have time to ask!
She came not herself, as if not from the forest, but from a walk!
Cheerful, eyes shine, cheeks burn!
I put the basket on the table and immediately behind the curtain!
I just looked at what was in her basket, and she was already sleeping!

(The daughter goes behind the curtain. The stepmother is busy with the flowers.)

STEPMOM: It's already daytime, and she's still sleeping!
I fired up the stove and swept the floor!

(The daughter comes out on tiptoe from behind the curtain.)

DAUGHTER: (shows a ring) Mother, look!

STEPMOM: What is it?.. Ring! Yes, what!
Where did you get it from?

DAUGHTER: I went to Nastenka, started to wake her up, but she doesn't hear!
I took her by the hand, looking, and the ring on her finger glows!
I quietly took it off, but did not wake him up!

STEPMOM: Oh, there it is!
So I thought!

Daughter: What did you think?

STEPMOM: She was not alone, so she collected snowdrops in the forest! Someone helped her!
Show me the ring, baby! (looks at the ring)
Never seen anything like this in my life!

(At this time, Nastenka comes out from behind the curtain.)

STEPMOM: Put it in your pocket, put it in your pocket!

(The daughter hides the ring in her pocket. Nastenka goes looking for the ring.)

STEPMOM: Noticed the loss!

(Nastenka approaches the snowdrops, looking for the ring there.)

STEPMOM: Why are you wrinkling flowers?

Daughter: What are you looking for?

STEPMOM: She is a skilled searcher!
Have you heard the case, in the middle of winter I found so many snowdrops!

DAUGHTER: Where did you get them?

NASTENKA: In the forest. Did you find anything here?

STEPMOM: And you tell me what you lost, maybe we will help you find it!

NASTENKA: My ring is gone!

STEPMOM: A ring?
Yes, you never had it!

NASTENKA: I found him in the forest!

DAUGHTER: What a happy one!
And I found snowdrops and a ring!

STEPMOM: Daughter, it's time for us to go to the Palace!
Bundle up warm and let's go!

(The stepmother and daughter are dressing, preening. Nastenka continues to look for the ring.)

NASTENKA: Did you take my ring? Tell!

STEPMOM: Why do we need it?

DAUGHTER: We never saw him!

NASTENKA: Sister, dear, you have my ring! I know! Give it to me!
You are going to the Palace, they will give you a whole basket of gold, you yourself, whatever you want to eat
write. And all I had was that it was a ring!

STEPMOM: Why are you attached to her?

DAUGHTER: Tell me, who gave it to you?

NASTENKA: No one gave. Found!

STEPMOM: Well, what is easily found, then it is not a pity to lose!
Take the basket, baby! Let's go to the Palace!

(The Stepmother and Daughter leave.)

NASTENKA: Wait! Mother!... Sister!... And they don't even want to listen!
What am I to do now? To whom to complain? Brothers months away, not to be found
me them without a ring! Who else will stand up for me?
Is it possible to go to the Palace, tell the Queen ... After all, it’s me for her snowdrops
took. The soldier said she was an orphan. Can an orphan feel sorry for an orphan?
No, they won't let me in empty-handed, without my snowdrops...
It's like everything was dreamed up! No flowers, no ring ... Only brushwood remained.
(speaks sadly) Burn, burn brightly,
To not go out!
Farewell, my New Year's happiness! Farewell, brothers-months! Goodbye April!

(Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTOR: And now we will be transported with you to the Palace. Let's see what happens there...

(Music. The curtain opens. The palace. On the stage is the Queen, Professor, Ambassador, maid of honor, Head of the Royal Guard, there may also be guests and courtiers.)

ALL: Happy New Year, Your Majesty!
With new happiness!

QUEEN: My happiness is always new, and the New Year has not yet come!

(General surprise.)

CHANCELLOR: Meanwhile, Your Majesty, today is the first of January!

QUEEN: You are wrong! (referring to the professor)
Professor, how many days are there in December?

PROFESSOR: Exactly 31 days, Your Majesty!
And if the New Year has not come, then today is December 32! (referring to everyone)
This is such a lovely New Year's joke of Her Majesty!

(Everyone laughs.)

QUEEN: Still, December in my Kingdom will not end until they bring me
a full basket of snowdrops!

PROFESSOR: As you wish, Your Majesty, but they won't bring you!

QUEEN: Let's see!

(Soldier enters.)

SOLDIER: Your Majesty, by royal decree, snowdrops have arrived at the palace!

CHANCELLER: Did you come yourself?

SOLDIER: No way!
They were delivered by two persons without titles and ranks!

QUEEN: Call them here!

(The Stepmother and Daughter enter with a basket in their hands. They approach the Queen and hold out the basket to her. The Queen takes it, looks.)

QUEEN: So these are snowdrops?

STEPMOM: And what, Your Majesty!
Fresh, forest, fresh from under the snowdrifts! You tore yourself!

QUEEN: Yes, very beautiful! (referring to everyone)
Well, if there are snowdrops in the Palace, then the New Year has come in my Queen
stve!
December is over! You can congratulate me!

ALL: Happy New Year, Your Majesty, with new happiness!

QUEEN: Happy New Year!
Light up the tree! I want to dance!

STEPMOM: Your Majesty, let us congratulate you on the New Year!

QUEEN: Oh, are you still here?

STEPMOM: Here for now!
So we stand with our empty basket!

QUEEN: Oh yes!
Chancellor, order them to fill a basket of gold!

(The Chancellor takes the basket and leaves.)

QUEEN: (addressing the Professor) So, the month of April has not yet arrived, and the snowdrops are already
blossomed!
What do you say now, dear Professor?

PROFESSOR: I still think it's wrong! It doesn't happen!

AMBASSADOR: This is indeed, Your Majesty, a very rare and wonderful case!
And it would be very interesting to know how and where these women are in the most severe time of the year.
found such lovely flowers?

QUEEN: (to Stepmother and Daughter) Tell me where you found the flowers!

STEPMOM: (turns to Daughter) You speak!

DAUGHTER: Speak for yourself!

QUEEN: Well, what are you? Tell me!

STEPMOM: It's not difficult to tell, Your Majesty! It was harder to find snowdrops!
As my daughter and I heard the Royal Decree, we thought: we won’t be alive, we’ll freeze
him, and we will fulfill the will of Her Majesty!
We took a whisk and a spatula each and went into the forest!
We're going, we're going, we can't see the edge of the forest! The snowdrifts are getting higher, the frost is getting stronger, the forest is getting darker.
her!
We don't remember how we got there! They crawled right on their knees!

maid of honor: On your knees? Ah, how scary!

QUEEN: Don't interrupt! Tell more!

STEPMOM: Excuse me, Your Majesty!
We crawled, crawled, and got to this very place!
And it is such a wonderful place that it is impossible to describe! Snowdrifts are high, above de-
reviews! And in the middle of the lake! The water in it does not freeze, white ducks swim on the water, and
along the banks of flowers, apparently-invisibly!

QUEEN: And all the snowdrops?

STEPMOM: All kinds of flowers, Your Majesty! I haven't seen these before!

MAID OF WORD: Oh, how lovely! Flowers, ducks!

CHIEF OF THE KING'S GUARD: Do mushrooms grow there too?

Daughter: And mushrooms!

AMBASSADOR: And the berries?

DAUGHTER: Strawberries, blueberries, blackberries, viburnum, mountain ash!

PROFESSOR: How? Snowdrops, mushrooms, berries - all at the same time? Can't be!

STEPMOM: That's it, Your Grace!
And flowers, and mushrooms, and berries - everything is just right!

AMBASSADOR: And nuts?

DAUGHTER: Anything you want!

QUEEN: (claps her hands) That's great!
Now go into the forest and bring me strawberries and nuts from there!

STEPMOM: Your Majesty, have mercy!

QUEEN: What is it? Don't you want to go?

STEPMOM: (mournfully) Why, the road there is long, Your Majesty, and we are painfully frozen in
way.

QUEEN: Nothing, I will order you to give warm fur coats!

DAUGHTER: (quietly says to her stepmother) What to do?

STEPMOM: We'll send Nastenka!

DAUGHTER: Will she find it?

STEPMOM: I think he will!

QUEEN: What are you whispering about?

STEPMOM: You gave us such a task that you don’t know whether you will return or disappear!
Well, there's nothing to be done, we must serve Your Majesty!
So order us to issue a fur coat! We will go ourselves!

QUEEN: Fur coats will be given to you now!
Yes, please come back!

STEPMOM: Farewell, Your Majesty!
Wait for us for dinner with nuts and strawberries!

(The Stepmother and Daughter bow to the Queen and go to the door.)

QUEEN: Stop! (claps hands)
Give me a coat too!
Give everyone coats!
We'll go to the forest! To this very lake! And we will pick strawberries in the snow!
(claps hands) Let's all go! Come on!

MAIDEWING: What a wonderful idea!

Daughter: Oh, we're gone!

STEPMOM: Shut up! Your Majesty!

QUEEN: What do you want?

STEPMOM: Your Majesty must not go!

QUEEN: Why is that?

STEPMOM: And the snowdrifts are in the forest, neither pass nor drive!

QUEEN: Well, if you cleared a path for yourself with a whisk and a spatula, then for me it’s wide
which road will be cleared! Come on!

STEPMOM: Your Majesty!
But there is no lake!

QUEEN: How is it not?

STEPMOM: No! With us, it was still covered with ice!

maid of honor: And the ducks?

STEPMOM: Fly away!

AMBASSADOR: What about nuts, mushrooms?

STEPMOM: Everything is covered with snow!

QUEEN: I see you are laughing at me!

STEPMOM: Do we dare, Your Majesty!

QUEEN: There you go! Tell me immediately where you got the flowers, otherwise...

STEPMOM: Let's all say, Your Majesty! (pause)
We don't even know anything!

QUEEN: How do you not know?
Picked up a full basket of snowdrops and don't know where?

STEPMOM: We didn't tear!

QUEEN: Oh, that's how it is! Then who?

STEPMOM: My stepdaughter, Your Majesty!
It was she who went to the forest and brought flowers!

QUEEN: It's clear: she - to the forest, you - to the Palace! ...
Well, bring her to me, let her show the way to the snowdrops!

STEPMOM: You can bring something, but will she want to show the way?
She is very upright with us!

QUEEN: I'm stubborn too! Let's see who overreacts whom! (thinking)
In general, we are now getting ready and going to the forest, and you take your stepdaughter and bring
take her to the forest clearing, but quickly.
And so that you do not run away anywhere, I will put 2 soldiers with guns to you!

STEPMOM: (frightened) Oh, fathers!

QUEEN: (to the Soldier) Bring everyone a basket!
And the biggest one for the Professor!
Let him see how snowdrops bloom in my Kingdom in January!

(Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTOR: So, the Queen with her guests went to the forest. Let's go and follow them...

(Music. The curtain opens. Forest glade. Everyone who was in the Palace is on stage, except for the Stepmother and Daughter.)

QUEEN: Well, where are these women?
How long are we going to wait here?

CHIEF OF THE ROYAL GUARD: Coming, Your Majesty!

(Nastenka, Stepmother and Daughter appear.)

NASTENKA: Hello, Your Majesty!
Happy New Year!

QUEEN: Hello, girl!
Did you pick snowdrops?

NASTENKA: I, Your Majesty!

QUEEN: I'll fill you a basket of gold if you...

NASTENKA: I don't need anything, Your Majesty!
I just want my ring!

QUEEN: A ring? What ring?

NASTENKA: I had a ring, and they took it away! (points to Stepmother and Daughter)

STEPMOM: She's lying!
We didn't take anything!

QUEEN: Come on, give it back quickly, or else ...

DAUGHTER: (takes the ring out of her pocket and gives it to the Queen) Here it is!

STEPMOM: Daughter, why did you take someone else's?

DAUGHTER: You said it yourself: put it in your pocket!

(Everyone laughs.)

QUEEN: (to Stepmother and Daughter) Well, I understand everything with you!
And you ... (turns to Nastenka)
I will give you your ring if you show us the place where you collected snowdrops.
ki.

NASTENKA: Then I don't need a ring!

QUEEN: What is it?
Do you want to show me that place?

NASTENKA: I can't!

QUEEN: What? Forgot?

NASTENKA: No! I just can not!

QUEEN: They said you were stubborn! But I'm even more stubborn!
If you don't tell me now, I'll throw the ring away!

NASTENKA: What to do? Drop it!

QUEEN: Stubborn indeed!
Well, it's your own fault!

(The Queen drops the ring.)

NASTENKA: (looks at the ring and says)

You roll, roll, ring
On the spring porch
In the summer canopy
In the autumn teremok,
Yes on the winter carpet
To the New Year's fire!

QUEEN: What is she saying?

maid of honor: Oh, spring has come!

(People part, everyone sees snowdrops (do the same as in the 4th scene). Nastenka quietly leaves.)

PROFESSOR: It can't be! I can't believe my eyes!

(Music. Everyone rushes to collect snowdrops.)

MAID OF WORD: The snowdrops are gone!

QUEEN: But there are berries!

(People part, open a place where berries are laid out or painted (preferably different).)

PROFESSOR: Some miracles! Am I sleeping? And how hot!

(Music. Everyone takes off their outerwear, because everyone was dressed in winter. They pick berries.)

QUEEN: The berries are gone!

maid of honor: And mushrooms appeared!

(Music. People part. We see mushrooms (flowers, berries, mushrooms - all these should be separate islands on the stage). Everyone begins to collect mushrooms.)

QUEEN: The mushrooms are gone!

PROFESSOR: And it got cooler!

(Music. Everyone starts getting dressed.)

QUEEN: It seems winter is coming again! Cold! The wind blows!

maid of honor: And again everything is covered with snow! And you can't see the path!
How are we going to get back?

SOLDIER: And it's not clear which way to go...
It seems we are lost!

QUEEN: Lost? How did it get lost?
And where is this girl who collected snowdrops?
Maybe she knows the way back?
Bring her to me!

(Everyone looks around.)

CHIEF OF THE ROYAL GUARD: She's gone, Your Majesty!
She's gone!

QUEEN: Gone? And where did you look?
Find her! I'm not going to freeze here!

(The Queen addresses her Stepmother and Daughter.)

QUEEN: What is her name?

DAUGHTER: Nastya!

QUEEN: Shout out to her! Maybe she will come back!
I should have thrown away her ring! Freeze here now! (rubs hands together,
shrinking from the cold)
Well, what are you? Shout!

ALL: Nastya!! Aw!! (repeatedly)

(Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTOR: And now we will follow Nastenka. Where is she really? Where did you go?

(Music. The curtain opens. On the stage, Twelve Months at the New Year's fire and Nastenka with them.)

JANUARY: Burn, burn bright,
To not go out!
(January turns to Nastenka.)
Well, dear guest, throw brushwood into the fire! It will burn even hotter!

(Nastenka throws brushwood into the fire.)

NASTENKA: Burn, burn brightly,
To not go out!
Thank you brothers-months! I warmed up!
Only I'm ashamed to look into your eyes!
I lost your gift!

APRIL: Come on, look what I have in my hand! (opens hand)

NASTENKA: Ring!

APRIL: Yes, take it and wear it!
And you will always be warm and light from him!

JANUARY: We know that you did not regret the ring! She didn't say where you got snowdrops from!
For this you from us New Year's gift!

(Brothers-months part. We see a chest (you can disguise the box as a chest).)

JANUARY: Open, look!

(Nastenka opens the chest.)

NASTENKA: Oh, what beautiful things!
I've never had one like this!

(Takes out a fur coat (or coat), puts it on.)

JANUARY: Wear it to your health!

APRIL: And remember us!

NASTENKA: I will never forget you!
Thank you for everything!

JANUARY: You are a good girl, good!
That's why we reward you!

NASTENKA: Brothers-months!
But what about the Queen and all her courtiers? My stepmother and sister?
Did they return home?

FEBRUARY: Not yet!
It's freezing in the forest!

NASTENKA: How is it? Pity them!

JANUARY: And they felt sorry for you when they sent for snowdrops, they took your ring, then threw it away
whether?

NASTENKA: It's a pity anyway!

APRIL: You are a good girl!
That is why we have come to your aid and will come again!

NASTENKA: Thank you!
But what about the Queen and all the rest?

JANUARY: Well, since you're asking for them...
In the New Year, various miracles can be performed!
Therefore, let them warm themselves by the New Year's fire!
So be it, I will lay a path for them!

(Music. After a while, everyone appears, led by the Queen. They approach the fire, warm themselves.)

QUEEN: How good!
And then we are completely frozen!
The paths are all covered! We don't know how to get to the Palace!

JANUARY: Thank Nastenka for the fire!
And ask her to help you get to the Palace!

QUEEN: Ah, there you are!
How dare you run away?

PROFESSOR: Your Majesty, you should thank her, not scold her!

QUEEN: What are you thankful for?

PROFESSOR: But the owners said why! For the fire!

JANUARY: Yes, she asked for you!
So that I pave the path and lead you to the fire!

QUEEN: Who are you?

JANUARY: We are the Twelve Month Brothers!
This is what we did for you in spring, summer, autumn and again winter in one hour!

PROFESSOR: But that can't be!

JANUARY: On New Year's Eve and the first day of the New Year, everything can be, any miracles!

QUEEN: That's great! (turns to Nastya)
So this girl asked for us and helped us? (turns to Nastya)
Forgive me for the ring!
I will give you the most beautiful thing I have!

I just don't need...

JANUARY: Do not refuse, Nastenka, since they offer from the bottom of their hearts!

NASTENKA: Thank you, Your Majesty!

JANUARY: (referring to Stepmother and Daughter) Why are you silent?
After all, Nastenka asked for you, but it would be worth punishing you!

DAUGHTER: Forgive us, sister!

STEPMOM: Forgive me, Nastenka!

JANUARY: That's better!
Look, don't hurt her anymore!
She is now under our protection! If anything…

STEPMOM AND DAUGHTER: No more!
(turning to Nastenka) Forgive us!

NASTENKA: All right, mother and sister!
I don't hold a grudge against you!

APRIL: Good girl!

JANUARY: Well, did you warm up by the New Year's fire? It's time and honor to know!
I will pave the way for you! Follow it and you will reach the Palace!
Keep celebrating the New Year!

ALL: Thank you, Brother-months!

APRIL: Farewell, Nastenka!
Don't forget what we told you about!

NASTENKA: Thank you!
I will always remember!

(Everyone is about to go.)

JANUARY: What about gifts?
Soldier, help me carry the chest with Nastya's gifts!

QUEEN: Ah, she also has gifts!

JANUARY: Yes, for her kindness, for her diligence!

QUEEN: You see, Professor!
And what did you teach me? The grass is green, the sun is shining!
What about the lesson of kindness and diligence?

PROFESSOR: And this will be our next lesson!

QUEEN: I think I already know him!
Well, goodbye brothers-months!

ALL: Goodbye!

ALL MONTHS: Farewell!
Happy New Year!
With new happiness!

(Music. The curtain closes.)

END OF THE PERFORMANCE.

Twelve months is a fairy tale by S. Ya. Marshak, which was loved by more than one generation of children. The tale tells about the life of a girl in a house with her stepmother and stepsister. Once, having heard the order of the young queen, the stepmother sends her stepdaughter on New Year's Eve for snowdrops in the forest. The girl understands that she is in danger of death, but goes in search of flowers in the cold. Will she find the treasured snowdrops, for which a generous reward is promised? Find out together with the children what will happen to an orphan in the forest from a fairy tale about good and evil, greed, hard work and the ability to forgive insults.

Slovak fairy tale in the processing of S. Marshak