Riddles for children

about bread,

as well as everything

what is connected with it

Crumple and roll
They temper in the oven
And then at the table
Cut with a knife.

(Bread)

A bowl of soup between your elbows
And he is in the hands of all slices.
Without him, as you can see,
Not tasty and not satisfying!

(Bread)

There are such words:
"He's the head of everything"
Crisp dressed
Soft black, white .. (. Bread.)

Easy and quick to guess:
Soft, lush and fragrant
He is black, he is white,
And sometimes it is burnt.

(Bread)

We are Rye Bricks
Oven baked in hot.
The machine was loaded
Shop at the store!

(Bread)

In the spring in the ground
And all year long on the table.

(Bread)

In one big factory
He - and not like a brick,
In a fire-breathing oven
Bricks are baked.
I bought a brick at lunchtime
After all, for dinner you need ... (Bread)

Lumpy, spongy,
And ruinous, and hunchbacked, and firm,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and everyone is cute.
(Bread)

Everyone needs it, but not everyone will do
(Bread)

They beat me with sticks, they shake me with stones,
They keep me in a cave of fire
They cut me with knives.
Why are they ruining me so?
For loving.
(Bread)

He is round and oily,
Moderately steep, salted, -
Smells like sunshine
It smells like a sultry field.
(Bread)

Here it is -
Warm, golden.
To every house
For every table -
He came - 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, crunchy,
Everyone's a feast for the eyes ...
Well, delicious!
(Bagel or donut.)

What is poured into the pan
Yes, they bend it four times?
(Pancakes)

The giant ship is not sailing on the sea.
The giant ship is on the ground.
The field will pass - the harvest will reap.
(Harvester)

It happens with oatmeal,
With rice, meat and millet,
It happens with sweet cherries,
They put him in the oven first,
And how will he get out of there,
Then they put it on a dish.
Well, now call the guys!
Everyone will eat a piece.
(Pie.)

Don't peck me, my friend, a vociferous cockerel.
I will go to a warm earth, I will rise to the sun with an ear.
Then, like me, there will be a whole family in it.
(Corn)

A house grew up in a field.
The house is full of grain.
The walls are gilded.
The shutters are boarded up.
The house is shaking
On a pillar of gold
(Klolos)

He is golden and mustache,
There are one hundred guys in a hundred pockets.
(Ear)

Grew up at first in the wild in the field.
In the summer it bloomed and earned,
And when they thrashed,
He suddenly turned into a grain.
From grain to flour and dough,
He took his place in the store.
(Bread)

What the mystery is about here
It's good to eat with tea,
It looks like a small loaf
And with a sweet filling it is.
(Roll)

In a piece of butter dough
There was a place for the filling,
Inside it is never empty -
Eat meat or cabbage.
(Pie)

In the house that is in the kitchen,
Black bread And the bar is "guest".

(Bread box)

Wooden dungeon -
And bread is always stored in it.

(Bread box)

He walks in the field from edge to edge, cuts a black loaf. "(Plow)

"Bird Yuritsa looks at the wind,

flapping its wings, not moving itself. "

(Windmill)

"Everyone needs it, but not everyone will do it" (Bread)

"The New Month shone on the field during the day,

by nightfall flew into the sky. "(Sickle)

A clear moon at night hangs in the sky,

Glitters in the pole during the day. "(Sickle)

Was a grain of gold

Became a green arrow.

The summer sun was shining

And the arrow was gilded.

What is the arrow?

/Ear/

What sea outside the village is blowing by the breeze?

In it, waves can be collected, put into a bag.

(field)

One hundred brothers weaved into one hut to spend the night.

(grain in an ear)

I make a riddle: I'll throw it behind the garden bed,

in one year I will, in another I will release

/ winter /

Crumple and roll
They temper in the oven
And then at the table
Cut with a knife.

(Bread)

They cut me
They knit me.
They beat mercilessly
Wheels me.
I will go through fire and water
And my end -
Knife and teeth.

(Bread)

It was like this:
For a moment
Was born puff-puff-puff!
Puff puffed, puffed, puffed,
Until he sat down in the stove.
I didn't get out of there,
A miracle:
Ruddy, shiny,
With a crispy crust!

(Bread)

I bubble and puff
I don't want to live in a dough.
I'm tired of the dough
Put me in the oven.

(Dough)

Black Mountain,
And everyone is lovely.

(Black bread)

Milk lake,
The banks are kalachnye.

(Cheesecake)

Small, butter
The wheel is edible.
I won't eat it alone
I will share the guys with all.

(Bagel)

He threw one and took a whole handful.(Corn)

If he borrows grain, he will return the loaf.(Bread Field)

He stands in the sun

And he moves his mustache.

Mash it in the palm of your hand -

Stuffed with a grain of gold.(Ear)

There is a little man in a gold caftan,

Belted, not a belt,

If you do not lift it, it will not rise.(Sheaf)

Hairdresser unusual

Smoothly cuts a wheat forelock,

And lie scattered behind him

Mocks of golden hair.(Harvester)

The teeth walk, the combs wave,

The reapers are running across the field

Like a boy under a typewriter,

The field is sheared.(Harvest)

They have teeth, but they don't know toothache.(Rake)

In winter - white, in spring - black,

In the summer - green, in the fall - sheared.(Field)

If you chop a loaf with a knife,
Dry these pieces in the oven,
Boldly take them with you on a campaign,
After all, you always get ...(Crackers.)

The dough is brewed right on the stove.
White wheat bread, like a ring.
Eat you in the evening and early
Sweet, nourishing miracle ...(To the steering wheel.)

These are usually glazed cookies,
In the form of a cake, a usual figurine.
Sweet, mint ... Put the kettle on quickly,
If someone brings to the table ...(Gingerbread.)

White bread, like a steering wheel,
Thick, covered in poppy and more expensive.
Throw refined sugar into a cup, you dice,
Eat slowly with tea plump ...(Bagel.)

Butter bun and curled,
The shape of the figure eight resembles.
The top, the barrel are full of blush -
This is Russian twisted ...(Pretzel.)

Small, thin, dry ...
Sasha, squeezing her in a fist,
He walks along the highway, earrings in his ears,
In the cam, everyone knows for sure ...(Drying.)

Oblong white bread
And airy, like cotton wool.
All of it is ribbed on top.
This is a rifled ...(Baton.)

Flatbread with an open filling,
In the middle - a little cottage cheese.
Famous girlfriend of all pies
Nutritious, delicious ...(Cheesecake.)

From the mold, the barrel is all ribbed,
But the soup will be tasteless with it.
"Bow-wow!" - asks the dog Rex
Baked with raisins ...(Cake.)

Without days off from year to year
The bakery works.
The street smells of vanilla,
When baking ...(Bun.)

Appetizing and ruddy,
The dough is flavored with sour cream.
Eat it while it's hot
Lush grandmother ...(Kalach.)

All these brothers for selection,
It's a pity to part with them,
All stuffed friends -
Fragrant ...(Pies.)

In winter they remove all the snow,
And the village is clean.
In the spring, in the fall they will plow
Earth ...(Tractor drivers.)

They don't know how to rest in the summer
They work so fast
Taking away our good bread.
This…(Combineers.)

In a piece of butter dough
There was a place for the filling,
Inside it is never empty -
Eat meat or cabbage. (Pie)

Happy name day
They bake bread alone
Call quickly
Bake…. (Loaf)

Sweet, tender and airy.
Sometimes you all need it.
Not a single celebration
Doesn't pass without it. (cake)

Twine rings for tea
I buy in the store. (Bagels)

Behind the forest, the moustached sea lies,
Wave after wave runs across the sea.
A giant steamer will pass through the waves,
And he will take every drop with him. (harvester)

He is stronger than a dozen horses:
Where in the fields will the spring pass
In the summer, bread becomes a wall. (Tractor)

For the iron horse
The box is dragged along with grain
Through the bottom of holes
The grain is poured out. (seeder)

Sleeps in the summer
It burns in winter
Opens the mouth
What they give, swallows. (Oven)

The ship is sailing in the yellow sea

Who drives the ship

(Combineer)

White hair, eyebrows, eyelashes

In the morning he gets up earlier than the birds

(baker)

We will stand when you sleep

And sift the flour in a sieve,

We will heat the stove until it is red,

To bake bread in the morning.

(baker)

Cheesecakes are baked from me.

And pancakes and pancakes.

If you are making dough,

They have to put me down.

(flour)

From under the linden bush

A thick blizzard beats.

The hare runs, the footprints fall asleep

(flour is sown)

He carried sacks of flour

And he was going to rest.

I decided to show off my talent

Hire a musician.

(miller)

During the lesson, the children learned that bread is made from flour, and flour is made from grain. Different cereals make different flours, and different breads are made from it: wheat flour and wheat bread, rye flour and rye bread, buckwheat bread - buckwheat bread, corn tortillas from corn. Various confectionery products are also made from flour: cookies, cakes, waffles, pies, gingerbread cookies, pastries, corn flakes.

Easy and quick to guess:
Soft, lush and fragrant
He is black, he is white,
And sometimes it is burnt.
(Bread)

Lumpy, spongy,
And ruinous, and hunchbacked, and firm,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and everyone is cute.
(Bread)

Everyone needs it, but not everyone will do
(Bread)

They beat me with sticks, they shake me with stones,
They keep me in a cave of fire
They cut me with knives.
Why are they ruining me so?
For loving.
(Bread)

He is round and oily,
Moderately steep, salted, -
Smells like sunshine
It smells like a sultry field.
(Bread)

Crumple and roll
They temper in the oven
Then at the table
Cut with a knife.
(Bread)

Here it is -
Warm, golden.
To every house
For every table -
He came - 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, crunchy,
Everyone's a feast for the eyes ...
Well, delicious!
(Bagel or donut.)

What is poured into the pan
Yes, they bend it four times?
(Pancakes)

It happens with oatmeal,
With rice, meat and millet,
It happens with sweet cherries,
They put him in the oven first,
And how will he get out of there,
Then they put it on a dish.
Well, now call the guys!
Everyone will eat a piece.
(Pie.)

A house grew up in a field.
The house is full of grain.
The walls are gilded.
The shutters are boarded up.
The house is shaking
On a pillar of gold
(Klolos)

He is golden and mustache,
There are one hundred guys in a hundred pockets.
(Ear)

The giant ship is not sailing on the sea.
The giant ship is on the ground.
The field will pass - the harvest will reap.
(Harvester)

A bowl of soup between your elbows
And he is in the hands of all slices.
Without him, as you can see,
Not tasty and not satisfying!
(Bread)

There are such words:
"He's the head of everything"
Crisp dressed
Soft black, white.
(.Bread)

Grew up at first in the wild in the field.
In the summer it bloomed and earned,
And when they thrashed,
He suddenly turned into a grain.
From grain to flour and dough,
He took his place in the store.
(Bread)

What the mystery is about here
It's good to eat with tea,
It looks like a small loaf
And with a sweet filling it is.
(Roll)

In a piece of butter dough
There was a place for the filling,
Inside it is never empty -
Eat meat or cabbage.
(Pie)

Riddles found on the Internet

Almost all the peoples of the world had a cult of bread. This also applies to the Slavs. Their veneration of bread by archaeologists has been recorded since the 5th century. In Russia, this cult is reflected in many proverbs, sayings, rituals and other genres of folklore.

Respect for bread still matters today. This is nothing more than respect for work. Raising him as a child means raising 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. Both old and modern author's riddles are presented here.

Crumple and roll
They temper in the oven
And then at the table
Cut with a knife.
***

A bowl of soup between your elbows
And he is in the hands of all slices.
Without him, as you can see,
Not tasty and not satisfying!
***

Grew up in a field with a spikelet,
I lie on the table in a piece.
***

There are such words:
"He's the head of everything"
Crisp dressed
Soft black, white .. (bread).
***

Easy and quick to guess:
Soft, lush and fragrant
He is black, he is white,
And sometimes it is burnt.

***

We are rye bricks
Oven baked in hot.
The machine was loaded
Shop at the store!
***

In the spring in the ground
And all year long on the table.

***

You will soon remember
Who is the source of the rusks?
***

It was like this:
For a moment
Was born puff-puff-puff!
Puff puffed, puffed, puffed,
Until he sat down in the stove.
I didn't get out of there,
A miracle:
Ruddy, shiny,
With a crispy crust!
***

Black Mountain,
And everyone is lovely.
***

It is our health, strength,
It has wonderful warmth.
How many hands raised him
Protected, protected.
It contains the land of the dear juices,
The sun's light is cheerful in it ...
Tuck into both cheeks
Grow up as a hero!
***

He is round and oily,
Moderately steep, salted, -
It smells like the warmth of the sun.
It smells like a sultry field.
***

I was born in the field,
It came in handy for dinner.
***

Grew up at first in the wild in the field.
In the summer it bloomed and earned,
And when they thrashed,
He suddenly turned into a grain.
From grain to flour and dough,
He took his place in the store.
***

They beat me with sticks
They shake me with stones
They keep me in a cave of fire
They cut me with knives.
Why are they ruining me so?
For loving.
***

In one big factory
He - and not like a brick,
In a fire-breathing oven
Bricks are baked.
I bought a brick at lunchtime
After all, for dinner you need ... (bread).
***

Mesheno,
Fermented,
Valyano,
Set on the table.
***

It grows without roots
Rises without bones.
***

What is more beautiful than the sun?
***

I sift with time
I collect at some time
I myself am full,
And I feed people.
***

A white white woman was walking in the field;
I came home and went from hand to hand.
***

And lumpy and nostril,
And soft, and brittle, and all the nicest.
***

Lumpy, spongy,
And ruinous, and hunchbacked, and firm,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and everyone is cute.

Everyone calls him his head,
They are never thrown on the floor.
I 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 stands on the table
It is baked from flour,
How is he named? (Bread.)

Red pigtail,
Little bread sister,
They eat with tea
Tell me, what do we call it? (Bulka.)

I'm a brick
I'm round
If I break, I crumble
What am I called? (Bread.)

Stoned
crumple with hands,
Burnt in the oven
but not amazed.
Who is this? (Bread.)

She grew up under the hot sun, in the field, and when she matured, she ended up in captivity.
Then she got small in the mill and found herself in the kitchen.
In a soft dough, it was kneaded and moved 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 languish in the oven,
you ask who we are? The answer is ... (Easter cakes.)

Lush and soft
Served with soup
They cut it into slices and eat the soup with it. (Bread.)

If lunch is in the family, then it is always on the table. (Bread.)

They reaped the spikelets with a combine, threshed the vise of the mill,
I became rye flour and I got to the factory, there they kneaded me in dough and decided to bake it in the oven.
And here I am on your table, give me a name! (Bread.)

Soft, lush,
fragrant and fragrant,
I got from the oven to the table,
She became red like a chanterelle.
Oiling and biting is about me
Tell your friends who I am? (Bulka.)

Bread picture

Several interesting children's riddles

• Riddles about the Nightingale for children with answers

  In the spring sings beautifully, Flies in 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 in food I am very thrifty. I'll bury the bone in the yard. I will make supplies for myself. What is everyone calling me guys? I am man's best friend, because I am (a dog).

Bread is a symbol of prosperity and 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. Truth,
bread in those ancient times was not much like today.
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 experiments with water and flour.

In ancient Egypt, 5-6 thousand years ago, there was a kind of rebirth of bread. There they learned to loosen the dough by means of fermentation, 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. Loose wheat bread was also considered a great delicacy in ancient Rome. Quite large bakeries appeared there, in which the masters baked many varieties of bread.

In Russia, they had the secret of making yeast dough from time immemorial. Bakery was once called huts. But they baked bread in almost every home. It was only a few centuries ago that the specialization of bakeries emerged. Bakeries, cakes, gingerbread, pancakes, sitniks, kalachniki appeared. With the growth of the well-being of the population of the country, the share of consumption of grain 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 of black sour bread among the Russian people was so strong that it even had serious historical consequences. According to the authority in the field of the history of cooking art William Pokhlebkin, one of the most important schisms in the history of Europe - the division of churches into Western and Eastern, Catholicism and Orthodoxy - was largely due to 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 one should eat leavened (sour) bread, as was done in Byzantium and Russia, or unleavened bread - according to the practice of the Catholic Church. Byzantium, which stood at the head of the Eastern Church, was forced to oppose the prohibition of Pope Leo 9th to consume sour bread, since if she had not done this, she would have lost the alliance and support of Russia. 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 chunks, in the middle of the piece they made a small depression in which they put food. After dinner, these "plates" were collected in a basket and distributed to the poor.

Bread as a cult object.

There are many rituals associated with bread. Among the Eastern and Western Slavs, it was customary to lay bread in front of icons, as if testifying to their loyalty to God. They took bread with them when they went to woo; with bread and salt they greeted the guest, the young ones on their return from church after the wedding; they brought bread along with the bride's dowry. Bread was often used as a talisman: they put it in the cradle of a newborn; took with them on the road so that he would guard on the way. A loaf of bread and every piece of it, especially the first, or crumb, embodied a person's share; it was believed that his strength, health and luck depend on the treatment of them.

Signs:

It was not allowed that one person eats bread after another - you will take away his happiness and strength. You cannot eat behind the back of another person - also eat his strength.

If you give the dogs bread from the table while eating, poverty will befall.

When the month was young and aging, it was impossible to start sowing: "Good to sow with a full month!" Although the bread 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 is short in stems, but is abundant in full grain.

If the sun has set, “don’t fix a new carpet,” otherwise the bread will not be good, and the whole economy may decline. Well, if you really need to cut off the bread, then they did not eat the hump, but after cutting off as much as needed, they put the hump to the rug.

It was considered the biggest sin in Russia to drop at least one crumb of bread, and even greater - to trample this crumb with your feet.

People who break bread become lifelong friends.

Taking bread and salt on a towel, the bread should be kissed.

Poems about bread.

The bread is baked.

A thin stream of hearty
A warm smell snakes in the corners.
I breathe in a pleasant, original world
With love and tears in half.
How simple is the understanding of the Universe,
When, waking up in the warmth in the morning,
Kissing under the sunbeam,
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 a bright sky,
Slim and tall
As if the homeland is immortal,
Spikelet of bread.

Wheat

Man will put grain in the ground,
It will rain - the grain is watered.
Steep Furrow and Soft Snow
The grain will be covered for the winter from everyone.
In the spring the sun will come out to the zenith
And a new spikelet will gild.
There are a lot of ears in a harvest year,
And a man will remove them from the field.
And the golden hands of the Bakers
Ruddy bread will be kneaded as soon as possible.
And the woman on the edge of the board
Cut the finished bread into pieces.
To everyone who cherished a spikelet of bread,
On the conscience will get a piece.

Grains of our days, shine
Carved gilding!
We say: “Take care.
Take care of your native bread ...
We did not dream of a miracle.
Live speech to us from the fields:
“Take care of the bread, you people!
Learn to take care of bread. "

Smells like bread

In empty fields, stubble
It dries up and turns gray.
The sun is only in the middle of the day
Shines, but does not warm.

Gray fog in the morning
Wanders through the swamps
Whether something is hiding there,
Toli is looking for something.
After dark nights
The sky is fading ... ..

And in the village of ovens
Pulls with fresh bread….
Rye bread smells like home,
Mom's buffet
By 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)

Raised and threshed again
Again it flows into the bins.
Daughter's work-worn palm
Heals the falling grain.

We raved about them in a short dream.
And here it is, our work, in plain sight.
Forgotten everything that is not eaten
And what is not delivered during the harvest.

Nebushko is glad to the sun, a sunflower pole.
I am glad to have a tablecloth on the bread: it is like the sun on it.

You can't get rye bread, loaves, rolls on a walk.
People cherish bread in the fields, they spare no effort for bread.

Cornflowers, like drops, splashed, as if the sky had spilled.
A cloud came up from afar, soaked the forest through and through.
The sun draws stripes in the sky, the birds started a song
Ripen, ear to ear, sweet bread of my land!

Here it is fragrant bread,
W it is warm, golden.
To every house, to every table,
he came, he came.
In him is our health, strength, in him wonderful warmth.
How many hands raised, guarded, protected him.
It contains the land of the dear juices,
The sun's light is cheerful in it ...
Tuck into both cheeks, grow into 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 the water!
Before that, he became proud, grew up with a beard.

So the summer has flown by, pulling cold from the river.
The rye has ripened, turned yellow, tilted the spikelets.
Two harvesters are walking in the field. Back and forth, from edge to edge.
They reap - thresh, reap - thresh, harvest.
In the morning, the rye stood like a wall. By nightfall, the rye was gone.
Only the sun has set, a grain has emptied.

It's spring day, it's time to plow. We went out into the field of the tractor.
My father and brother lead them, they lead the hunchbacks over the hills.
I'm in a hurry to chase them, I ask you to take a ride.
And my father answers me: - The tractor plows, does not roll!
Wait, you grow up, you yourself will lead the same!

About bread

I saw it once, on the way.
The boy tossed dry bread.
And the stray legs deftly beat the bread.
Played like a ball, a mischievous boy.

Then an old woman came up and, bending over,
Took a loaf, suddenly burst into tears, left
The boy looked at her with a smile.
I decided that it was a beggar.

Here the grandfather, who was sitting on the bench, next to him.
I got up and approached the boy
“Why - he asked, in a tired voice -
-You, boy, did not do well. "

And in the morning, on the day of victory, the veterans.
Everyone in the parade, they came to school.
The boy found it very strange
That the veterans carried bread with them.

Learned a boy, an old veteran.
The gray-haired old man on that bench.
He froze, silence stood in the hall.
And fragrant bread on a large table.

And the old woman who left with the loaf.
She was sitting next to me, my chest was covered with medals.
In the boy's eyes, blue, bottomless.
Suddenly, with tears, fear appeared.

She cut the bread and took a crust.
Gently gave the boy into the hands.
And the story told by that old woman.
She was transferred to besieged Leningrad.
.
A cold city appeared in front of him.
In the enemy ring, fighting all around.
Winter and fierce hunger are raging.
And the loaf that was raised from the ground.

Pressing the loaf, he rushes along the road.
He knows his mother, sick, is waiting.
He is in a hurry to see her, his feet are frozen.
But he is happy, he brings bread home.

And at home, carefully, he cuts the loaf.
The pieces are counting to be enough for them.
Let it dry and not very fresh.
It was unique and very expensive.

Having cut the bread, he sweeps the crumbs into his hand.
And the mother, her piece, carries.
In her eyes, he sees pain and anguish.
And that dumb question "Have you eaten, son?"

But remembering how he beat the loaf with his foot.
He snatched that bread out of her hands
The mother shouted “What, son, with you.
Give me bread, I will die of these torments "

He sobbed and again before his eyes.
An old woman who takes a loaf from the ground.
She also stands with gentle hands.
He gives the boy sweet bread.

He takes bread to his heart, pressing it.
Runs home, there, the sick mother, waits.
He understands the pain of the mother with all his heart.
And he does not expect excuses for himself.

He enters the house, the veterans are sitting in it.
Everything in the hall froze, only a beat of the heart is heard.
Everything is gone in a dream, only wounds remain
From that pain, there was fear in my eyes.

He understood the price, those tears and bread.
Which, insolently, he turned into a ball.
To the ground, he was again brought back from the sky.
The words of the old woman "Eat, son, do not cry"

She stands and strokes the head.
It looks into the eyes, as the mother looked.
He suddenly felt ashamed and embarrassed.
“Sorry,” was the only thing I could say.

I saw how quiet it was on the way.
A boy walks with his head bowed.
And the gray-haired grandfather smokes on the doorstep.
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 often found. This is not surprising, for a long time it was used for food, 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 boundaries, and we will buy bread all year round.
-The one is happy who has bread with a soul, dresses with a carcass, money in need.
-The naked sometimes has a feast in the mountains, but it is bitter after a feast - to go for bread around the world
-And a man is rich, but without bread - not a peasant.
-The beggar has bread on his mind, the miser and the crust counts.
-Everything for himself produces bread.
- Unwind bread is not hunger, and a tailor-made shirt is not nudity.
-Bread is father, water is mother.
-Bread is bread brother.
- A lean lunch when there is no bread.
-Not a piece of bread, and in the upper room is melancholy.
-Bread and water - peasant food.
- Khlebushko is a kalach grandfather.
-No bread - a crust in honor.
- No matter how much you think, you can't think of better bread and salt.
-Man lives by bread, not by trade.
-As long as there is bread and water, it doesn't matter.
- Without bread, without salt, a thin conversation.
-The chamber is white, but without bread there is trouble in it.
- I don't give a damn about lunch if there is no bread.
-Bread is a gift of God, father, breadwinner.
-Bread and salt, and dinner went.
- No one dines without bread, without salt.
-It's not in time for lunch, if there is no bread.
- Stale bread - honest lunch.
-It would be bread, but teeth will be found.
-The snow was white, but the dog was running on it, the earth was black, and the bread would give birth.
-It would be a head on your shoulders, but there will be bread.

Riddles about bread.

Easy and quick to guess:
Soft, lush and fragrant
He is black, he is white,
And sometimes it is burnt. (Bread)

Lumpy, spongy,
And ruinous, and hunchbacked, and firm,
And soft, and round, and brittle,
And black and white, and everyone is cute. (Bread)

Everyone needs it, but not everyone will (Bread)

They beat me with sticks, they shake me with stones,
They keep me in a cave of fire
They cut me with knives.
Why are they ruining me so?
For loving. (Bread)

He is round and oily,
Moderately steep, salted, -
Smells like sunshine
It smells like a sultry field. (Bread)

Crumple and roll
They temper in the oven
Then at the table
Cut with a knife. (Bread)

Here it is -
Warm, golden.
To every house
For every table -
He came - 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, crunchy,
Everyone's a feast for the eyes ...
Well, delicious! (Bagel or donut.)

What is poured into the pan
Yes, they bend it four times? (Pancakes.)

They put him in the oven first,
And how will he get out of there,
Then they put it on a dish.
Well, now call the guys!
Everyone will eat a piece. (Pie.)

A house grew up in a field. The house is full of grain. The walls are gilded. The shutters are boarded up. The house is shaking on a pillar of gold (Grain)

Bread counting.

Pure words about bread.

Jock-jock-jock is a pie.
Shki-shki-shki - mom fries pies.
Shki-shki-shki - we love pies.
Jock-jock-jock - eat Zhenya a pie.
Ah-ach-ach - here is the roll.
Chi-chi-chi - baked in a roll oven.
Chi-chi-chi - we love rolls.
Chi-chi-chi - there will be rolls for the holiday.

Interesting Facts:

About 20 milligrams of first grade flour can be obtained from a grain of wheat. It takes 10 thousand grains to bake one loaf.

Bread gives our body proteins, carbohydrates, enriches it with magnesium, phosphorus, potassium, which is necessary for the brain to function. Bread contains vitamins. Medical scientists believe that an adult should eat 300-500 g of bread per day, with hard work all 700 g. Children and adolescents need 150-400g of bread. Man takes almost half of his energy from bread.

The most popular bread grains are wheat, rye and barley.
For baking "bread-like" products can also be used flour from oats, corn, rice, buckwheat.

Wheat dishes normalize digestion and metabolic processes, remove toxins from the body, are a good prevention of dysbiosis and diathesis, and help to strengthen muscles.

Corn grits, which are obtained from white and yellow corn, are rich in starch, iron, vitamins B1, B2, PP, D, E and carotene (provitamin A).

National varieties of bakery products

Each nation has a historically formed assortment of bread and bakery products, various in shape and composition.

Palyanitsa, Kiev arnaut, kalach, Darnitsky buns, Transcarpathian bagels are very popular in Ukraine.

On the territory of Russia, for a long time, rolls are in great demand - Ural, Saratov and others, Moscow, Leningrad, Orlov, Stavropol bread from rye, rye-wheat and wheat flour.
In the central part and north-western regions, rye and wheat bread is preferred, in the eastern, southern and south-western regions - mainly wheat.

Belarusian bread products contain dairy products. Widespread Belarusian hearth bread made from a mixture of seeded rye flour and second-grade wheat flour, Minsk bread, Belarusian kalach, milk bread, Minsk vitushka, etc.

Moldovan gray wheat bread, baked from simple flour, has a good density, a wonderful strong bread aroma and a pronounced taste.

Healthy bread, which includes natural or powdered milk, milk whey, baked by the inhabitants of the Baltics. Rye wallpaper and peeled flour are used to bake Lithuanian and Kaunas bread, aukštaichu roll with poppy seeds, Latvian homemade bread, Riga travel buns, a high-quality product svetku-meise, etc. Estonian bakers have created a new product containing dairy products - the Valga bun, which is notable for its tall taste.

All kinds of flat cakes, chureks, baursaks are popular among the inhabitants of Central Asia.

In Uzbekistan, gid-ja, pulaty, obi-non, katyr, sutli-non, kulcha cakes are famous for their taste and intricate pattern.
In terms of form and preparation, Tajik cakes of chabota, noniragvani, lavash, djuybori, Turkmen kulche, Kyrgyz chui-nan, kolyuchnan, etc. are also close.

In Armenia, from the thinnest sheets of dough, the famous, the oldest of the breads, lavash is baked.

Georgian masters have long been famous for baking tandoor bread: Madauli, Shoti, Trachtili, Saojakho, Mrgvali, Kutkhiani.

Churek is popular among Azerbaijanis.

Recipes.

White Wheat Bread Recipe:

Warm water 285 ml
milk 115ml
Sunflower oil 2 tablespoons
Salt 2 tsp
sugar 1.5 tbsp
Millet flour 640g.
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 caraway seeds:

Water - 3 glasses
Yeast - 2 tbsp. l.
Sugar - 1 tbsp. l.
Rye flour - 3 glasses
Wheat flour - 3 cups
Caraway seeds - 3 tbsp. l.
Vegetable oil - 1 tbsp. l.
Salt - 1 tbsp l.