Riddles about flour products. Riddles about bread for kids
Thanks to progress, today every home has things that our ancestors could not even dream of. As for the products, there are more than enough of them, so that some people even throw away the excess. Unfortunately, bread is often among the discarded food. Those who do this simply forget that this product was once one of the most important and revered. The presence of bread in the house was a sign of prosperity not only among the Slavs, but among all peoples, and the person who threw it away was despised. So, the famous storyteller Hans Christian Andersen has a story about a girl who stepped on bread with her foot. It describes the misfortunes and torments that befell the fool for such an unacceptable act.
For the Slavs, bread was not just food, but also had a symbolic meaning. Most folk rituals were associated with this food product. Numerous counting rhymes, tongue twisters, riddles about bread have been preserved, which were used both in these rituals and simply in everyday life.
The meaning of bread in the life of ancestors
The Slavs always ate a lot of bread, extremely surprising foreigners, who preferred to eat it only on certain occasions. This was due to the fact that the Slavs from ancient times were grain growers and needed hearty food in order to be able to do hard work on the ground.
These and similar sayings were dedicated to bread by ordinary people, who, although they ate it all the time, for them every meal with this product was equated to a holiday.
It is noteworthy that among the ancestors, the word bread meant several concepts at once. First, the food itself; secondly, the rye and wheat from which it is made; and thirdly, the word bread sometimes meant a means of subsistence, not without reason the beggars asked to give "for bread."
As in human society, so among the varieties of bread there was a clear distinction. Poor people most often ate rye bread, as it was cheaper and more satisfying. “Buckwheat porridge is our mother, and rye bread is our father,” said one of the old sayings. Although among the rye bread there were also expensive varieties that were bought only by wealthy people, for example, “Boyarsky” bread.
The phrase "sitny friend" originally referred to bread. The fact is that in the presence of numerous (there were about 5) types of flour, they were all divided into 2 huge groups: sieve flour (sifted with a sieve) and sieve flour (sifted with a sieve, it was considered coarser). Different ingredients were used in making bread from these two types of flour. So, sieve bread was made on the basis of curdled milk (sometimes whey), and sieve bread was made on the basis of kvass or plain water.
From more expensive wheat flour, pies were baked for the holidays. Often only wealthy people could eat wheat pastries. “Khlebushko is a grandfather’s roll,” said a popular proverb, recalling the connection between these products.
Among other things, bread was an integral part of any folk ritual: whether it was a meeting of guests, a matchmaking, a wedding or christening. Many poems, proverbs, riddles about bread were elements of one or another folk ritual. By the way, the round shape of the bread had a magical meaning - it symbolized the earth, generously giving food to all workers.
Sayings and proverbs about bread and labor
Today, most people buy bread from stores or bake it from purchased flour. And in the old days, each family grew wheat and rye on its own, harvested it, ground it into flour in a mill and baked bread. Every child knew how not easy it gets. Many proverbs and sayings were devoted to this.
Sweat on the back - there will be bread on the table.
If you sit on the stove, you won’t see bread on the table.
Whoever was not lazy to plow, his bread was born.
Sayings and fear of hunger
Most of all, the peasants were afraid of starving to death in winter. If in the middle of winter flour began to run out, various products were mixed into it when baking bread: potatoes, grass seeds and everything that was on the farm. This helped to avoid hunger and live safely until the new spring. “It doesn’t matter that there is quinoa in bread, then troubles when there is neither bread nor quinoa.” Many sayings were invented about the fear of losing bread and dying of hunger.
Among other things, people were afraid that hunger could push anyone to commit a crime, saying: "The hungry patriarch will steal bread."
Riddles about bread
There were many mysteries dedicated to bread. As a rule, they were made to small children to entertain them and teach them to appreciate it. Although sometimes sayings and riddles about bread were part of an important ritual or a fun game.
Today, not every child will guess that it is about bread. And in the old days, watching how a mother, grandmother or older sister bakes bread, everyone knew how it was prepared, and could easily guess the following riddle:
However, the meaning of the riddles changed over time, adjusting to everyday life.
Modern puzzles about bread for children
With the development of agriculture in the twentieth century, the process of sowing, growing, harvesting and making bread became easier. In addition, now every housewife does not need to bake herself, because everything can be bought. In this regard, modern riddles about bread are somewhat different from the old ones.
They describe modern phenomena such as shops, brick molds, harvesters, and so on.
Riddles about other baked goods
However, the ancestors ate. Many other goodies were baked from flour, both rye and wheat. Pies with various fillings, ruddy pies, bagels with poppy seeds - and this is not a complete list of everything that was cooked if there was enough flour. All these pastries were festive, since not many could afford them all the time. A lot of riddles and sayings were also invented about her. Most often, parents asked their children to guess what they bought them at the fair.
About pies:
Let's prepare the place
Roll out the dough thinly.
Here is jam, poppy, cottage cheese.
It turns out ... (pie).
About bagels:
Baba loves, grandfather loves,
Eat for dinner, for lunch!
The hole glows inside
Like a ring, take it!
Poems dedicated to bread
There are not only proverbs, riddles, sayings about bread, but also poems. Most of them have their own authors. For example, the famous poet Sergei Yesenin dedicated a wonderful poem to bread.
Almost every Russian poet in his work has works about bread, it was Dmiry Kedrin (“Bread and Iron”), and Marina Tsvetaeva (“Empty Bread Taste”), and others. And the great Alexander Pushkin, in one of his diaries, told how, during a trip to the Caucasus, he incredibly missed ordinary Russian bread, since he did not like the flat cakes of the highlanders.
Dedicated poems to bread and lesser-known contemporary poets.
Reading books about bread
In the old days, children, playing different games, invented and asked about bread, as well as various counting rhymes and tongue twisters.
The well-known rhyme-rhyme is not only in Russian, but also in Ukrainian.
Also popular was another counting rhyme on a similar topic.
By the way, in the old game "Loaf" there is also a counting rhyme, however, it concerns a loaf, but this is also one of the types of bread.
Among other things, there existed in ancient times and rhymes intended to correct speech about bread, they were called pure tongues.
Today, bread no longer plays such an important role as the ancestors, who treated it as a shrine. However, it, as before, remains an important food product. In addition, modern writers continue to compose poems, proverbs and riddles about bread.
Bread is a symbol of well-being, prosperity. Bread on the table is wealth in the house.
Story.
Scientists believe that bread is over 15 thousand years old, it was already known in the Neolithic. Is it true,
bread in those ancient times was not much like the present.
The first bread was a kind of baked gruel made from cereals and water, and could also be the result of accidental preparation or deliberate experimentation with water and flour.
In ancient Egypt, 5-6 thousand years ago, there was a kind of rebirth of bread. There they learned how to loosen the dough, using the fermentation method, using the miraculous power of microscopic organisms - baker's yeast and lactic acid bacteria. The art of making “sour bread” passed from the Egyptians to the Greeks. Leavened wheat bread was also considered a great delicacy in ancient Rome. Quite large bakeries appeared there, in which masters baked many varieties of bread.
In Rus', they owned the secret of making yeast dough from time immemorial. Bakeries were once called huts. But they baked bread in almost every house. Only a few centuries ago, the specialization of bread craftsmen emerged. Bread-makers, pie-makers, gingerbread-makers, crepe-makers, sitniks, kalachniks appeared. With the growth of the well-being of the country's population, the share of consumption of bread itself falls slightly, but, nevertheless, it is still the main product on the table of the worker, peasant, on the soldier's table. Over time, there are more and more dishes using flour.
The habit and love for black sour bread among the Russian people was so strong that it even had serious historical consequences. According to William Pokhlebkin, an authority on the history of culinary arts, one of the most important splits in the history of Europe - the division of churches into Western and Eastern, Catholicism and Orthodoxy - occurred largely because of bread. In the middle of the 11th century, as you know, a dispute broke out in the Christian church about the Eucharist, that is, about whether to use leavened (sour) bread, as was done in Byzantium and in Rus', or unleavened bread, according to the practice of the Catholic Church. Byzantium, which was at the head of the Eastern Church, was forced to oppose the prohibition of Pope Leo the 9th to consume sour bread, since if she had not done this, she would have lost the alliance and support of Rus'. In Russia, as we have already said, sour bread was perceived as a symbol of national identity, and it was impossible for Russians to refuse it.
Russians always ate more bread than meat, which was noted by almost all foreign travelers.
In medieval England, black bread was eaten only by the poor, and representatives of the wealthy classes used it mainly as plates: large loaves of bread, baked a few days ago, were cut into large slices, in the middle of the piece they made a small depression into which they put food. After dinner, these "plates" were collected in a basket and distributed to the poor.
Bread as an object of worship.
There are many rituals associated with bread. It was customary for the Eastern and Western Slavs to put bread in front of the icons, as if testifying to their loyalty to God. They took bread with them when they went to woo; with bread and salt they met the guest, the young on their return from the church after the wedding; bread was brought along with the dowry of the bride. Bread was often used as a talisman: they put it in the cradle of a newborn; they took with them on the road, so that he guarded on the way. A loaf of bread and each of its pieces, especially the first one, or a crumb, embodied a person's share; it was believed that his strength, health and luck depended on the treatment of them.
Signs:
It was not allowed for one person to eat bread after another - you will take away his happiness and strength. You can’t eat behind another person’s back - you will also eat his strength.
Give bread from the table to the dogs while eating - poverty will befall.
With a young and aging month, it was impossible to start sowing: “It is good to sow with a full month!” Although the grain sown on the new moon grows and ripens soon, the ear will not be rich in grain. And vice versa: "full moon bread" grows quietly and the stem is short, but it is rich in full-weight grain.
If the sun has set - “do not fix a new carpet”, otherwise the bread will not be good, and the whole economy may fall into decay. Well, if you really need to cut off the bread, then they didn’t eat the crust, but cutting off as much as needed, they put the crust on the carpet.
It was considered the greatest sin in Rus' to drop at least one crumb of bread, and even greater - to trample this crumb with your feet.
People who break bread become friends for life.
When accepting bread and salt on a towel, the bread should be kissed.
Poems about bread.
The bread is being baked.
A thin stream of nourishing
A warm scent wafts through the corners.
I breathe in a world of joyful, original
With love and tears in half.
How simple is the understanding of the Universe,
When, waking up in the morning in the warmth,
Under the sunbeam kiss,
You will see homemade bread on the table.
In every grain of wheat
Summer and winter
The power of the sun is stored
And native land.
And grow under the bright sky
Slender and tall
Like an immortal Motherland,
Bread spikelet.
Wheat
Man puts grain in the ground,
It will rain - the grain is irrigated.
Steep furrow and soft snow
The grain will be sheltered from everyone for the winter.
In the spring the sun will rise to its zenith
And the new spikelet will gild.
There are many ears in the harvest year,
And the man will remove them from the field.
And the golden hands of the Bakers
Ruddy bread will be kneaded quickly.
And the woman on the edge of the board
Ready bread cut into pieces.
To all who cherished the spikelet of bread,
On conscience will get a piece.
Grains of our days, shine
Carved with gilding!
We say: “Take care.
Take care of the native bread ...
We did not dream of a miracle.
To us from the fields live speech:
“Take care of the bread, you people!
Learn to save bread.
Smells like bread
In the empty fields of stubble
Withers and turns gray.
The sun is only in the middle of the day
Lights up but doesn't heat up.
Gray fog in the morning
Wandering through the swamps
Is there something hiding there?
Toli is looking for something.
After dark nights
The sky is blooming....
And in the village of furnaces
Pulls fresh bread ....
Rye bread smells like home
Mom's buffet
The breeze of the native land,
Sunshine and summer.
The knife is sharpened on a block.
- Dad, give me a piece!
(Translated by I. Tokmakova)
Re-grown and threshed
Again it flows into the bins.
The palm of the weary daughter
He heals, falling, grain.
We raved about them in a short dream.
And here it is, our work, in plain sight.
Everything that is not eaten is forgotten
And what is not slept in suffering.
The sky is happy for the sun, the sunflower field is happy.
I'm glad to have a bread tablecloth: it's like the sun on it.
You won’t get rye bread, loaves, rolls on a walk.
People cherish bread in the fields, do not spare strength for bread.
Cornflowers, like drops, splashed, as if the sky had spilled.
A cloud ran up from afar, soaked the forest through and through.
The sun draws stripes in the sky, the birds started a song
Ripe, ear to ear, sweet bread of my land!
Here it is Fragrant Bread,
W it is warm, golden.
In every house, on every table,
he complained, he came.
It is our health, strength, wonderful warmth in it.
How many hands raised him, protected him, took care of him.
In it - the earth's native juice,
The light of the sun is cheerful in it ...
Gobble up both cheeks, grow up as a hero!
Evil winds bent the ear, and it rained on the ear,
But they could not break him over the summer.
That's what I am! - he boasted - he coped with the wind, with water!
Before that, he became proud, grew up with a beard.
So the summer has flown by, pulling cold from the river.
The rye ripened, turned yellow, tilted the spikelets.
Two harvesters are walking in the field. Back and forth, end to end.
Reap - thresh, reap - thresh, harvest.
In the morning the rye stood like a wall. By night, the rye was gone.
Only the sun has set, the grain has emptied.
Spring day, it's time to plow. We went out into the tractor field.
My father and brother lead them, they lead them hunchbacked over the hills.
I'm in a hurry to catch up with them, I ask you to ride.
And my father answers me: - The tractor plows, does not roll!
Wait a minute, grow up, you will lead the same!
About bread
I saw it once, on the way.
The boy tossed dry bread.
And deftly beaten bread crazy feet.
He played like a ball, a mischievous boy.
Then the old woman came up and, bending down,
I took a loaf, crying suddenly, left
The boy looked after her, smiling.
Decided it was a beggar.
Here is the grandfather, who was sitting on the bench, nearby.
He got up and approached the boy
"Why," he asked, in a tired voice -
"You boy did wrong."
And in the morning, on Victory Day, veterans.
All at the parade, to the school, that one, they came.
The boy seemed very strange,
That the veterans carried bread with them.
The boy recognized, in the old veteran.
The gray-haired old man, on that bench.
He froze, the room was silent.
And fragrant bread on the big table.
And the one, the old woman, who left with the loaf.
She sat nearby, her chest all in orders.
In the eyes of the boy are blue, bottomless.
Suddenly, fear appeared with tears.
She cut the bread and took the crust.
The boy, gently, in the hands of filed.
And the story told by that old woman.
She transferred him to besieged Leningrad.
.
A cold city appeared in front of him.
In the enemy ring, fighting all around.
Winter is raging and severe hunger.
And the loaf that was raised from the ground.
Having pressed the loaf, he rushes along the road.
He knows his sick mother is waiting.
He hurries to her, his feet are cold.
But he is happy, he brings bread home.
And at home, carefully, he cuts the loaf.
Counting the pieces to be enough for them.
Let it be dry and let it not be very fresh.
It was unique and very expensive.
Slicing the bread, sweeps the crumbs into his hand.
And the mother, her piece, carries.
He sees pain and anguish in her eyes.
And that dumb question "You ate, son"
But, remembering how he beat the loaf with his foot.
He snatched that bread from her hands
The mother screamed, “What, son, is it with you.
Give me bread, I will die from these torments.
He sobbed and again before his eyes.
An old woman that takes a loaf from the ground.
She stands with gentle hands.
The boy, fragrant bread, serves.
He takes bread and to the heart, pressing it.
She runs home, there, her mother is sick, waiting.
She understands the mother's pain with all her heart.
And he does not wait for excuses.
He enters the house, veterans are sitting in it.
Everything in the hall froze, only a heartbeat is heard.
Everything went to sleep, only wounds remained
From the pain of that, there was fear in the eyes.
He understood the price, those tears and bread.
Which, boldly, he turned into a ball.
On the ground, again he was returned from the sky.
The words of the old woman "Eat, son, do not cry"
She stands and strokes her head.
Looks into the eyes, the way the mother looked.
He suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed.
"I'm sorry" was all he could say.
I saw how quiet it was along the way.
A boy walks with his head bowed.
And the gray-haired grandfather smokes everything on the threshold.
All the pain of the soul, keeping silent.
Proverbs and sayings about bread.
In the oral work of the Russian people, the mention of bread is common. This is not surprising, for a long time it was eaten, the fate of people until the next harvest depended on how rich the harvest was.
Save bread for food and money for trouble.
- We sow, we plow, we wave our hands, we are stupid about the boundary, and we will buy bread all year round.
- He is happy who has bread with a soul, dresses with a carcass, money from need.
-A naked man sometimes has a feast with a mountain, but after a feast it is bitter - to go for bread around the world
- And the peasant is rich, but without bread - not a peasant.
-The beggar has bread on his mind, the miser has crust in his account.
-Everyone earns his own bread.
- Unwinned bread is not hunger, and a well-woven shirt is not nakedness.
- Bread - father, water - mother.
- Bread to bread brother.
- Lunch is thin when there is no bread.
- Not a piece of bread, and longing in the upper room.
- Bread and water - peasant food.
- Khlebushko is a kalach grandfather.
-There is no bread - a crust in honor.
No matter how much you think, you can't think of a better bread and salt.
- A man lives by bread, not by industry.
- As long as there is bread and water, everything is not a problem.
- Without bread, without salt, a bad conversation.
- The chamber is white, and without bread it is a disaster.
-Spit on lunch if there is no bread.
- Bread is a gift from God, father, breadwinner.
- Bread and salt, and dinner went.
No one dine without bread, without salt.
- Not at the time and lunch, if there is no bread.
- Stale bread - an honest dinner.
-There would be bread, but the teeth will be found.
-White is the snow, but the dog runs on it, the earth is black, but the bread will give birth.
-There would be a head on the shoulders, but there would be bread.
Riddles about bread.
Guess easily and quickly:
Soft, fluffy and fragrant,
He is black, he is white
And it gets burned. (Bread)
Lumpy, nosy,
And gubato, and humpbacked, and firmly,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and all nice. (Bread)
Everyone needs it, not everyone will do it (Bread)
They beat me with sticks, press me with stones,
Keep me in a fiery cave
They cut me with knives.
Why are they killing me like this?
For what they love. (Bread)
He is round and buttery,
Moderately cool, salted, -
Smells like sunshine
Smells like a burning field. (Bread)
Mouth and ride
Tempered in an oven
Then at the table
Cut with a knife. (Bread)
Here he is -
Warm, golden.
To every house
For each table
He complained - he came. In him -
Health, our strength,
In him -
Wonderful warmth.
How many hands
He was raised
Protected, protected! (Bread)
The ring is not simple
Gold ring,
Shiny, crispy
All for a look...
Well, food! (Baranka or bagel.)
What is poured into the pan
Yes, they bend four times? (Pancakes.)
First they put him in the oven,
How will he get out of there?
They put it on a dish.
Well, now call the guys!
Everyone eats a piece. (Pie.)
Grew up in a field house. The house is full of grain. The walls are gilded. The shutters are boarded up. The house is shaking on a gold pillar (Grain)
Readings about bread.
Words about bread.
Jock-Jock-Jock is a pie.
Shki-shki-shki - mom fries pies.
Shki-shki-shki - we love pies.
Zhok-zhok-zhok - eat Zhenya's pie.
Ah-ah-ah - that's kalach.
Chi-chi-chi - kalachi baked in the oven.
Chi-chi-chi - we love kalachi.
Chi-chi-chi - there will be rolls for the holiday.
Interesting Facts:
From a grain of wheat, you can get about 20 milligrams of first grade flour. It takes 10,000 grains to bake one loaf.
Bread gives our body proteins, carbohydrates, enriches it with magnesium, phosphorus, potassium, which is necessary for brain function. Bread contains vitamins. Medical scientists believe that an adult should eat 300-500g of bread per day, with hard work all 700g. Children, teenagers need 150-400g of bread. A person takes almost half of his energy from bread.
The most popular cereals for bread are wheat, rye and barley.
For baking "bread-like" products, flour from oats, corn, rice, and buckwheat can also be used.
Dishes from wheat normalize digestion and metabolic processes, remove toxins from the body, are a good prevention of dysbacteriosis and diathesis, and help strengthen muscles.
Corn grits, which is obtained from white and yellow corn, is rich in starch, iron, vitamins B1, B2, PP, D, E and carotene (provitamin A).
National varieties of bakery products
Each nation has a historically established assortment of bread and bakery products, diverse in shape and composition.
In Ukraine, palyanitsa, Kiev Arnaut, kalach, Darnitsa buns, and Transcarpathian bagels are very popular.
On the territory of Russia, kalachi has long been in great demand - Ural, Saratov and others, Moscow, Leningrad, Oryol, Stavropol bread made from rye, rye-wheat and wheat flour.
In the central part and northwestern regions they prefer rye and wheat bread, in the eastern, southern and southwestern regions - mostly wheat.
Belarusian bread products contain dairy products in their composition. Belarusian hearth bread made from a mixture of seeded rye flour and wheat flour of the second grade, Minsk bread, Belarusian kalach, milk bread, Minsk vitushka, etc. are widely distributed.
Moldavian gray wheat bread, baked from plain flour, has a good density, a wonderful strong bready aroma and a pronounced taste.
Healthy bread, which includes natural or powdered milk, whey, baked by the inhabitants of the Baltic states. Lithuanian and Kaunas bread, aukstaiču roll with poppy seeds, Latvian homemade bread, Riga travel buns, high-quality Svetka-meize, etc. are baked from rye wholemeal and peeled flour. Estonian bakers have created a new product containing dairy products - Valga bun, which is distinguished by taste qualities.
All kinds of cakes, chureks, baursaks are popular among the inhabitants of Central Asia.
In Uzbekistan, thanks to their taste and intricate patterns, gidzha, pulats, obi-non, katyr, sutli-non, and kulcha are famous.
Tajik cakes chaboty, noniragvani, lavash, dzhuibori, Turkmen kulcha, Kyrgyz chui-nan, kolyuchnan, etc. are similar in shape and preparation.
In Armenia, the famous, oldest of the breads, lavash is baked from the thinnest sheets of dough.
Georgian masters have long been famous for baking tandoor bread: madauli, shoti, trakhtinuli, saojaho, mrgvali, kuthiani.
Churek is popular among Azerbaijanis.
Recipes.
Recipe for white wheat bread:
Warm water 285 ml
milk 115ml
Sunflower oil 2 tbsp
Salt 2 tsp
sugar 1.5 tbsp
Wheat flour 640gr.
Dry yeast 4 tsp
Rye bread recipe:
rye flour - 10 kg
whey - 4.5-5 l
salt - 150 g
pressed yeast - 50-100 g
Recipe for rye-wheat bread with cumin:
Water - 3 cups
Yeast - 2 tbsp. l.
Sugar - 1 tbsp. l.
Rye flour - 3 cups
Wheat flour - 3 cups
Cumin seeds - 3 tbsp. l.
Vegetable oil - 1 tbsp. l.
Salt - 1 tbsp. l.
Children in the lesson learned that bread is made from flour, and flour is made from grain. Different grain crops make different flour, and different bread is obtained from it: wheat flour and wheat bread are made from wheat, rye flour and rye bread are made from rye, buckwheat bread is made from buckwheat, corn cakes are made from corn. Various confectionery products are also made from flour: cookies, cakes, waffles, pies, gingerbread, cakes, corn flakes.
Guess easily and quickly:
Soft, fluffy and fragrant,
He is black, he is white
And it gets burned.
(Bread)
Lumpy, nosy,
And gubato, and humpbacked, and firmly,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and all nice.
(Bread)
Everyone needs, not everyone will do
(Bread)
They beat me with sticks, press me with stones,
Keep me in a fiery cave
They cut me with knives.
Why are they killing me like this?
For what they love.
(Bread)
He is round and buttery,
Moderately cool, salted, -
Smells like sunshine
Smells like a burning field.
(Bread)
Mouth and ride
Tempered in an oven
Then at the table
Cut with a knife.
(Bread)
Here he is -
Warm, golden.
To every house
For each table
He complained - he came. In him -
Health, our strength,
In him -
Wonderful warmth.
How many hands
He was raised
Protected, protected!
(Bread)
The ring is not simple
Gold ring,
Shiny, crispy
All for a look...
Well, food!
(Baranka or bagel.)
What is poured into the pan
Yes, they bend four times?
(Pancakes)
It happens with oatmeal
With rice, meat and millet,
It happens with sweet cherries
First they put him in the oven,
How will he get out of there?
They put it on a dish.
Well, now call the guys!
Everyone eats a piece.
(Pie.)
Grew up in a field house.
The house is full of grain.
The walls are gilded.
The shutters are boarded up.
The house is shaking
On a golden pillar
(Clolos)
He is golden and mustache,
In a hundred pockets - a hundred guys.
(Ear)
The giant ship does not sail on the sea.
The ship-giant on the earth goes.
The field will pass - the harvest will be harvested.
(Combine)
A bowl of soup between the elbows
And he is in the hands of everyone in chunks.
Without it, apparently
Not tasty and not satisfying!
(Bread)
There are such words:
"He is the head of everything"
Crisp dressed
Soft black, white.
(.Bread)
Grew up first in the wild in the field.
In the summer it bloomed and spiked,
And when they threshed
He suddenly turned into grain.
From grain to flour and dough,
Took a seat in the store.
(Bread)
What is the riddle here
Good to eat with a seagull
Looks like a small banana
And with a sweet filling.
(Roll)
In a piece of sweet dough
Found a place for stuffing
Inside it is not empty -
There is meat or cabbage.
(Pie)
Riddles found on the Internet
They call him the head of everything,
Never drop on the floor.
He grew up and got stronger in the oven,
This is our favorite ... (bread.)
Black and white,
Sometimes burnt,
It crunches deliciously with a crust,
Always on the table
Baked from flour
How is he named? (Bread.)
red pigtail,
Bread sister,
Eating with tea
Tell me what we call it? (Bulka.)
I am a brick
I am round
If I break, I crumble
What is my name? (Bread.)
They hit with stones
crumple hands,
Burnt in the oven
but not amazed.
Who is this? (Bread.)
She grew up under the hot sun, on the field, and when she matured, she ended up in captivity.
Then she froze for a long time in the mill and found herself in the kitchen.
It was kneaded in a soft dough and transferred to a hot oven.
Now it looks like a red mountain, tell me who is it? ... (Bulka.)
By Easter, to the delight of the hostess, we are languishing in the oven,
you ask who we are? The answer is ... (Kulich.)
Fluffy and soft
Served with soup
They cut into slices and eat the soup with them. (Bread.)
If dinner is in the family, then it is always on the table. (Bread.)
They shook the spikelets with a combine, threshed the vise of the mill,
I became rye flour and I got to the factory, where they kneaded me in dough and decided to bake me in the oven.
And here I am on your table, give me a name! (Bread.)
soft, fluffy,
fragrant and fragrant,
I got from the oven to the table,
She became red like a fox.
Oiling and biting is about me
Tell me friends, who am I? (Bulka.)
Picture Bread
Some interesting children's puzzles
- Riddles about the Nightingale for children with answers
In the spring it sings beautifully, Arrives from the fields, Our beloved ... (Nightingale).
- Riddles about the Dog for children with answers
For strangers, I am very formidable, For my own, I am affectionate. I guard the house day and night. And I'm very picky about food. I'll bury the bone in the yard. I will stock up. What is everyone calling me guys? I am a man's best friend, because I am (a dog).
Almost all peoples of the world had a cult of bread. This also applies to the Slavs. The veneration of bread by them by archaeologists has been recorded since the 5th century. In Rus', this cult was reflected in many proverbs, sayings, rituals and other genres of folklore.
Respect for bread still matters today. This is nothing but respect for work. To bring it up in a child means to bring up a cultured person.
Riddles about bread from this page can become an element of such a conversation. They concern not only the bread itself, but also the process of its production. Here are presented both ancient and modern author's riddles.
Mouth and ride
Tempered in an oven
And then at the table
Cut with a knife.
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A bowl of soup between the elbows
And he is in the hands of everyone in chunks.
Without it, apparently
Not tasty and not satisfying!
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Grew up in the field as a spikelet,
I'm lying on the table.
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There are such words:
"He is the head of everything"
Crisp dressed
Soft black, white .. (bread).
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Guess easily and quickly:
Soft, fluffy and fragrant,
He is black, he is white
And it gets burned.
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We are rye bricks
In a hot baked oven.
Loaded onto the car
Buy in the store!
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Spring in the ground
And the whole year is on the table.
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You remember soon
Who is the source of crackers?
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It was like this:
At some point
Puff-puff-puff was born!
Puff puffed, puffed, puffed,
Until I got into the oven.
Came out of there not puffing
And a miracle:
ruddy, shiny,
With a crispy crust!
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Black Mountain,
And everyone is nice.
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In it is our health, strength,
It has wonderful warmth.
How many hands raised him
Protected, protected.
In it - the earth's native juice,
The sun's light is cheerful in it ...
Gobble up both cheeks
Grow rich!
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He is round and buttery,
Moderately cool, salted, -
Smells like sunshine.
Smells like a burning field.
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Born in the field
Useful for lunch.
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Grew up first in the wild in the field.
In the summer it bloomed and spiked,
And when they threshed
He suddenly turned into grain.
From grain to flour and dough,
Took a seat in the store.
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They beat me with sticks
Press me with stones
Keep me in a fiery cave
They cut me with knives.
Why are they killing me like this?
For what they love.
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In one big factory
He is not like a brick,
In a fire-breathing furnace
Bricks are baked.
I bought a brick for lunch
After all, you need ... (bread) for dinner.
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mixed,
Kvasheno,
Valiano,
It's been placed on the table.
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Grows without roots
Gets up without bones.
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What is more beautiful than the sun?
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I scatter with time
I collect from time to time
I myself am full
And I feed people.
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The white white was walking in the field;
Came home, went hand in hand.
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And lumpy, and nostril,
And soft, and brittle, but sweeter than everyone.
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Lumpy, nosy,
And gubato, and humpbacked, and firmly,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and all nice.
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