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Nina Mikhailovna Artyukhova
Selected Works in Two Volumes: Volume I
If you ride high
Introductory article
In the thirties, Chkalov and Gromov with their crews flew for the first time from Moscow over the North Pole to America without landing. I remember how we (and I was 8 years old) admired the heroes-pilots. How many articles, stories, poems were written about these flights! But nothing could compare with four lines composed by the children's writer Nina Artyukhova. We repeated them in a singsong voice, like a rhyme:
San Francisco is far away
If you go low.
If you ride high
San Francisco is close!
It would seem that this is what was expected then from children's poetry - the glorification of the system that created the heroes. Now something as classically chased and sonorous about Comrade Stalin, about ruby stars over the Kremlin, which recently replaced the former double-headed eagles ... But nothing equal to a poem about San Francisco came about. And these four lines have already survived several eras. It happened that there would be talk about creating an anthology of the best Soviet poems for children, and then someone would ask: “Will Nina Artyukhova’s San Francisco be there?”
Flights over the North Pole have long become ordinary passenger flights, but the rhyme is still happy. What's the matter? But the fact is that in it the high triumphs over the low, good over evil, peace over enmity, love for humanity over class hatred and the Iron Curtain. It turns out that having fallen in love with him, we were also delighted with the victory of art!
Nina Mikhailovna Artyukhova was born in 1901 in the family of the famous book publisher M. V. Sabashnikov, a Moscow merchant. She graduated from Moscow University, became a chemist, was fond of astronomy, married the agronomist M. Artyukhov, whom she met before the revolution, and in the twenties she wrote her first stories and became a writer. She spent her whole life among children and grandchildren, her own and others. If she had not become a children's writer, childhood would still have remained one of her main themes.
Children's literature, even under conditions of strict ideological control, for a long time was freer than "adult" literature. She not only gave shelter to "adults" Prishvin, Zoshchenko, Kataev, A. Tolstoy, Kaverin, but also made her classics, say, a lyricist, a humorist, a translator of English folk and classical poetry S. Marshak or a literary critic, a culturologist whose forecasts, data at the beginning of the century were fully justified, and the researcher of the child's psyche Korney Chukovsky. Yes, and many of the classics of all ages went to the children.
However, Nina Artyukhova, under all circumstances, would write such books, which, in the words of Pushkin, a mother would allow her daughter to read. Leo Tolstoy, in drafts for his articles on art, declared three feelings that dominate "adult" literature to be uninteresting: 1) pride with its narcissism, 2) lust, 3) the bitterness of life. A writer who is bored with expressing these feelings will eventually get to children, while remaining interesting to adults as well.
Nina Artyukhova grew up in a family whose entire well-being, self-respect and spiritual life depended on the publication of books for the people. They were supposed to enlighten the mind and reach the heart of everyone, from a professor to a carpenter, from a schoolboy to a village literate shepherd. The publishers, the Sabashnikov brothers, needed a lively response to the books they published. The whole family was waiting for him. That's probably why Nina Artyukhova's entire long life (she died in 1990) was so important meeting with readers, their letters. The writer E. Taratuta, who worked at Murzilka before the war, told how Nina Mikhailovna came to the editorial office for letters from readers, how she was glad that the children responded to her.
Everything she wrote seemed to be designed for an immediate lively response. Maybe that's why she sometimes made up riddles. After all, anyone, after reading the riddle, wants to shout out the answer and ask this riddle to someone else. The riddle makes everything familiar to us mysterious, even the cobweb in the corner:
The fisherman spread his net in the corner,
Winged fish will greedily meet,
And there will be a network
Hang in the corner
Until the owner notices.
Everything in the world is mysterious, if only because you can compose a riddle about everything. But not only for this reason. Secrets all the time arise before the big and small heroes of Artyukhova. In the story "Grandmother and Grandson", little Volodya notices future sprouts on potatoes. They, it turns out, will reach for the sun, the roots - into the ground. “Grandma, where are people reaching out to?” “And people are drawn to each other,” Grandma explains. “Man,” says the story about the war and post-war troubles “White Goat Alba”, “is arranged in such a way that he must love someone.” Isn't this the answer to one of the biggest mysteries of existence?
The world for a writer is full of wonders. “Every spring is a miracle,” says the story “Just Like That” about children evacuated to a village depopulated from the war. “It’s more mysterious to me alone,” says the girl, staying alone with someone else’s child for the night. The world remained wonderful and mysterious for Artyukhova for the rest of her life. The mysteries of life do not leave her heroes. “What I have wanted all my life,” the grandfather shares with his granddaughters in the story “Catch the Moment”, “just some kind of insatiable desire! - to see how the flower blooms and the mushroom grows. He almost managed to do it, but the secret remained a secret. It is easier, as in childhood, to explain it by the “intervention of magical forces”: a fairy flies at night and touches the buds with a magic wand.
There are many good people among the heroes of Nina Artyukhova. And since the plots of her stories and stories are very interesting (“what will happen next?”), The reader, putting himself in the place of a hero or heroine, sees the world with its troubles, joys and problems through the eyes of a very good person, and this strengthens the reader his own light beginning. He is by nature arranged in such a way as to love someone!
Only in the stories about the war (they were warmly received by readers in our country and abroad) did the writer manage to fully portray grief, misfortune, hard life, and the inner strength of people. And then the editors at all levels again began to make sure that nothing that could upset the readers, and most importantly, the authorities, did not penetrate the books. Back in 1987, let's say, from the collection of my lyrics, they tried to expel the mention of temples and all the verses where the words "honor" and "conscience" met. In the so-called school stories, children, in cooperation with adults, had, as they said then, to fight for academic performance, that is, for grades, for formal indicators. At that time, they were very fond of expressing everything in percentage terms. The main misfortune is the wrong score in the report card or in the class magazine, the main vice is cheating and hinting. Artyukhova and here was able to come up with exciting situations. “Pioneer, but you are cheating,” says a mysterious voice in the story “Conscience spoke”. The boy is horrified. And this is into the pipe, which is being laid through his room, his friends are shouting. However, the writer was bored with such topics and rules and she did not write for years.
In the story “Mother”, already in the years of the “thaw”, Artyukhova paid off with those who tormented writers, readers, and heroes of books, portraying the head teacher Irina Petrovna. Here they show her the baby. “Irina Petrovna said with a sweet smile: “A charming creature!” But, the author notes, "it was evident that she did not trust small children as potential violators of discipline and future reducers of academic performance." But she helps her nephew out of all the troubles, until he becomes a criminal who almost killed the pilot, the hero of the war. The kindest and most modest Nina Artyukhova really hates those who, in the words of the great Book, seduce these little ones. In the wonderful poem "Mushroom Summer" (published for the first time), during the war, a soldier's mother in a crowded train carries a bag of crackers to the training camp for her son and his comrades, which she never gave to the train robbers. The worst thing is that these boys were made criminals by a respectable adult:
Leaning down and looking down
On a bag, a suitcase, on me ...
Theatrical word "bandit"
I saw incarnate.
He was huge, unshaven and cruel.
To those guys he could be a father,
Could be a favorite teacher.
I could not even imagine how Artyukhov was capable of hating those who “have power over a soul that has not yet grown strong,” “but teaches them to rape and steal.” She considers those who prepare and start wars to be the same bandits. And she, digging shelter from bombings at the beginning of the war, dreamed:
Oh if I could with my hand
To dig such a gap, such a shelter,
Where would all the children, from all over the earth,
Until the end signal sounds
Could sit and wait.
In the same poem, she is guided, as it were, by a star, or rather the planet Mercury, whose opposition, rare in our latitudes, she dreamed of seeing from the age of sixteen. She recalls astronomical tables and already at the age of eighty dreams of fulfilling her adolescent dream, which she did not forget even in the most terrible year of the war:
Nina Artyukhova remembered her star and did not lose her way, she found it again, as it was with the pilot Kostya, the hero of her story “Svetlana”: “I don’t remember how, I felt for the path with my hands, found the company and led it out of the swamps before dawn” . And what kind of “bogs” these were can be understood from the story “Svetlana”. Svetlana is 13 years old, she was in the occupation and forced to continue her studies with little girls, she is ashamed to join the pioneers in such “late” years. And what? “She lived in the occupation, the Nazis taught her, so she doesn’t want to,” suggest two of her classmates, poisoned by the atmosphere of suspicion in which we lived for so many years. Artyukhova managed at that time to write the truth about the time, and this truth was lofty and humane.
Valentin Berestov
POEMS
"San Francisco is far away..."
How many of us?
San Francisco is far away
If you go low.
If you ride high
San Francisco close!
Painters
Resting in a hammock
How big.
Swing in the cold -
Well!
Seryozha came up to me,
He also sat on the hammock.
How many of us
How many of us
Is he sitting in a hammock now?
I myself, once
And with Serezha there will be two!
Head down,
The legs went up.
Up down!
Up down!
We rocked well
Volodya came up to us,
We gave him a place
And again they began to swing.
How many of us
How many of us
Is he sitting in a hammock now?
Without Volodya - there were two,
And with Volodya - there were three.
Head down,
The grass is rising
The grass is falling
The head bounces up.
Vadya and Valya ran up,
They also sat on a hammock
Pushed off, rocked,
Rocked -
Like this!
How many of us
How many of us
Is he sitting in a hammock now?
- Without Volodya - there were two,
And with Volodya - there were three,
With Vadya, with Valya - it means five!
- You can't count!
In a hammock
Nobody!
- Why?
From what?
- Because Vadya and Valya
We broke the rope!
We all lie under the hammock
Five of us!
Policeman
Came early in the morning
Two cheerful painters.
Moved the sofas
They dragged two buckets -And they got to work!
Dancing brushes back and forth.
They have a swamp on the floor,
A stream flows along the wall ...soiled shirt,
Stained trousers and coats -
And no one will gasp
And no one cleans them!White road to the door
Destruction everywhere in the rooms…
Grow up a little more
I'll be a painter too!
Draw a new line
Look, what a strong man:
On the go with one hand
stop used to
Five ton truck!
Wire long
I'll throw it on the barn,
I'll bend it with pliers
And I will stretch to the gate.
That's it!
On a new chain
From the barn to the gate
Like a trolleybus, the dog goes!
On a branch a wooden house,
And there is a little singer in the house.
He flew to foreign countries
And it's finally back!Around the snow flutters rare,
The ice did not melt in the ravines,
And he sits on a bare branch
And loudly, joyfully sings.Sings that summer is coming
Sings about sultry expanses,
Where he missed in a foreign land,
About how boldly and stubbornly
Over the stormy sea, the Black sea
I flew to my homeland!
Dandelion
young weed
At the gate to the garden
Champed under the foot
Liquid chocolate.
It will be hot soon
I walk in a coat,
I won't wear a scarf
Nothing more!
Smells like mothballs
In the rooms in the morning
All leggings long
It's time to rest.
Let my fur coat
Doesn't get dusty
In the chest, on the sidelines
Sleep until November!
Our living corner
- Hurry, Volodya, let's run
Walk through the blue puddles!
Here is the whole sea, and in it
The high reflected the house,
Doors up, roof down...
Under the roof of the pipe climbed.
Volodya! Look at the bottom
A window opened down there,
And mother…
from above shouts to us:
- Volodya! Don't get your feet wet!
I
Lame-legged jackdaw
Floundered in the dust.
The cat was chasing him
And we saved him.
We like the checkbox
A good appetite;
When you get better,
It will fly into the window.
II
The fish swims up to the sisters,
Something is catching in the mouth
Like flapping a wing
The fin is short.
And in the window it is light for them,
Fun in the aquarium.
We are always through the glass
We are talking to them!
III
Here are the guinea pigs
Chewing carrots in a basket...
But pigs for what
Are they called Marines?
They don't look like pigs
And they don't live in the sea?
Goodbye, Moscow!
In a quiet, hot lane
Empty kindergarten.
The car hums loudly -
The glasses are a little shaky.For a long time the guys in the hall
Didn't laugh, didn't play...
Bored fish on the window
In unaccustomed silence.But the front door opened
Someone enters slowly
Walking in the next room
Rustling on the floor with a brush ...Aunt Masha in the bright room
The cobwebs will wipe everything away,
Wiping the dust off the piano
All flowers in pots will be watered.Come to the window with a smile
Saying something to the fish, -
And the fish will not be bored
Wait until September!
Three herds
Green wagons
Knock: "Farewell, Moscow!"
Towards the green forest,
Green grass.
Merry birches
They run towards us dancing.
tiny goats
They graze in the meadow.
Birds have left us
The bus is behind.
And it seems to be rushing
He's backwards!
Towards the smoke rushes,
Diving under bridges
In the forest on the branches is torn
And hiding in the bushes...
Green wagons
Knock: "Farewell, Moscow!"
Towards the green forest,
Green grass!
Smell of white daisies
I'm lying on the shore
White sheep are walking
Over the river, in the meadow.And above them, above the camomile,
In the blue sky, here and there
Also white sheep
They go slowly.And under them, as if in a hole,
In the depths, at the very bottom,
Upside down, downside down
I can see the third herd!
I'll take a towel
I'll take off my shirt
And running
Barefoot
On the sand
To the stream!
brook, brook,
You are wide
You are deep!
Here I lay down
across -
Blocked up a stream!
How high
Shakes the wave
Inflatable mattress.
We are brave together
We are sailing.
Natasha is a sailor
And I am the captain.
The wind took us
To the big ocean
And here we are away
From the earth…
No one ever fell asleep on the watch,
Everyone is ready for a feat.
Maybe meet fierce sharks
And huge, dangerous whales.
I boldly command: - Full speed ahead!
Jellyfish are behind us ...
And our mother is following us
And pushes the mattress.
In the woods
The sky is cloudless - and suddenly the clouds,
Wavy, thin, white ribbon,
As if someone's huge hand
Draws and writes with blue chalk.
Who aspires to the sky forward and forward,
Flying higher and higher like a silver bee?!
The plane is no longer visible in the blue.
There was a flock of curly-haired lambs.
Glowworm
Again the rain fell obliquely,
But walking in the forest is not sharp,
And softly under the bare foot
Wet needles lay down.
The frog looks from behind the stump:
Afraid to jump on me!
The blue bell swayed
The bug got stuck in the thick moss,
And on the edge, under a bush,
Cheerful wet boletus
Parted the dead foliage
Red head:
- I
live!
Earrings
Summer evening in the forest
I carry my flashlight.
It does not burn, does not smoke,
It burns without a light bulb
Don't have to again
Buy batteries!
Here in the forest, under the burdock,
I made myself a home
I'll go out, I'll be in sight
I'll wait for the firefly.
In the dark from afar
Let the Firefly see.
He will say: - This is a hubby
Lights a fire
so that I don't go astray,
Crawl right into the house!
Goodnight!
Tanya with her brother on the track
Around the gazebo.
golden earrings
Blossomed on a branch.Serezha on the palms
Velvet snakes…
- Come on, Tanya, come on, touch them!
Let's get on the bench!Tanya frowns a little,
It hurts her:
Why are the "earrings" blooming?
And there are no "tanyas"?
It's time to pack the boys
I have fifteen!
The children are crying, they want to sleep,
They don't go to bed without their mother.
The clown washed himself, Bear lay down,
Undressed doll Katya.
Pigs will lie across
The three of us in the same bed.
Matryoshka can be on the sofa.
I'll cover it with a blanket.
Add to cart - Vovka Velikan
And a dog with a white hare.
I took the whole family
I am sitting on a chair
And I sing a song to the children
To fall asleep quickly.
And I see: the globe is blue
Sadly, on the sidelines
With a huge, round head
It stands on a thin leg ...
The poor thing wants to sleep too!
He will be a son too!
I will call my son Zemelka
To Mishutka will lie on the bed,
I'll cover it with a blue scarf ...
They will fit together
Wide bed!
Look, Mishutka, don't push
Do not offend the Earth!
Good new son!
Doesn't want to be naughty
America in the pillow lay down
And sleeps... Good night!
grew up
Zina sleeps and sees a dream:
Mosquitoes from all sides
Arrived, sat in a row
And dutifully say:
- If you want - catch us!
If you want - crush! -
Zina - bam! - on them with your hand! ..
What an interesting dream!The mosquito sleeps, and he sees
An interesting dream too.
Zina gave her nose
And she said: - Sit down, mosquito! -
Sat on her nose without worries,
He sings a song loudly:
"Like on Zina's nose
With pleasure I suck
I'm not going anywhere
I don't want to wake up!"
Winter has come
I arrived tanned
Walked well.
And in the apartment first of all
Came to our doorI take off my slippers,
Chest forward, back straight
Leaning his head -
And a ruler on top
Attached it to the top:
I honestly measured my height.Swayed like the wind
Proudly raised his nose:
four centimeters
Growing up in six months!I counted - and I'm not happy myself:
What will happen at fifty?
Freezing
Winter came to us at night
Everyone is in white hats.
In the yard and outside the yard
White snow lies like a carpet.
Knitted boots in the snow
I can't even run!The bearded janitor came out
With his big shovel.
And hurry to help him
Lots of small shovels
There will be a little
Clear the path.
magic log
The sun shone in the sky
It beamed joyfully.
Santa Claus at night
I breathed on the thermometer;
Everyone wanted to look out the window
And he asked to visit us ...
Look how low the mercury is:
Twenty-eight plus!
white grandfather
It was terribly cold
Hands, feet like ice
I sat very miserable
And trembled non-stop.
Mom entered the room
And she said: - Here is a drink,
Here is a log, here is an axe.
Come on, jump out into the yard,
They sawed a log for me,
Break it up for me!
- I'll freeze! Wild cold!
- Don't freeze! Nothing.
Nothing to do. I had to
Get out into the cold
Loudly clicking teeth
(To feel sorry for mom!)
I put down my log
On the step, at the railing,
Knocked him down
And drank sadly ...
But the more I drank
There was some strength.
Yellow rain of sawdust splashed,
It smelled of wood and resin,
There was a saw with a cheerful squeal,
The gap ran after the saw.
thought in two halves
I saw the log.
And then I decided it was long
into four halves
Four, so be it!
Here is the last chump
Went down the stairs to the side.
But to chop wood
It was very easy for me
With a bang these shorties
They flew away!
I put them all in a bag
To my mother in the kitchen dragged.
Amazing thing:
The oven is still not lit
And the log did not burn,
And it warmed me up
It just got hot!
What tree is this?
White grandfather slept in bed
I got up, ringing icicles:
- Where are you, blizzards and snowstorms,
Why don't you wake me up?
Disorder in the yard -
Mud and puddles in December!And from grandfather in fright
Blizzards rushed to the fields,
And the blizzards flew
They moaned, whistled,
Worked until the morning
All removed from the yard
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.Grandfather came out early in the morning
Wearing a new coat.
Wanted to check it out myself
Through the meadows and through the forests,
Is everyone waiting in a new outfit
And we are ready to meet him.- Yes, - the blizzards answered, -
Even the hares turned white!
Not a blade of grass in the fields
Not a leaf on the branches.Only one Christmas tree
Yes fluffy pine
They do not want to submit
And the green ones are standing!
Merry masquerade
Warm snow lies on the branches,
And the rain shines, dry and long,
Look what a big nut!
And tangerines are ripening nearby.Here the squirrel raised its tail,
He nods his red head at us.
And further, near the trunk,
I even see a lion and a tiger.Predators look at the hare:
- Let's divide, friend, in half!
- Don't be afraid, bunny, they won't eat it:
They are tied to the back!
Snow Maiden
I am a cheerful Snow Maiden,
I'll play hide and seek with you.
But I'm afraid to drink tea:
From the hot - melt.
fly agaric
On the lawn, near the stump,
Hat with pimples.
You do not love me,
Already snorted!
What am I
Guilty
What me
Don't eat?!
Wolf
Girls, don't be afraid
Moms, calm down!
I'm not evil, not evil at all
I won't eat your grandmothers.
I don't live in more
I am not real!
Hare
red fox,
gray wolf
Bunny is afraid!
Hide under the tree!
A fox
I am a fox, a red tail,
I'll get closer to the tree.
I'll look at gifts
I'll outwit everyone now!
tiger cubs
Start games
Little tigers.
We're not scary yet
We are almost at home.
Puss in Boots
Red Riding Hood
In his red cap
Hurry up with the gray wolf
I came to you at the tree.
Don't be afraid of the wolf!
Mermaid
I live in the river, at the bottom.
Okay, I'm cold.
I swim and dive in summer
And then on the beach
I'll lie down, I'll sunbathe
And I can dive again.
Where can I go in winter?
Cold little mermaid!
Let's play balls
To keep me warm!
Two snowballs (Agniya Barto)
The weather was snowy
Nice weather.
Threw a snowball around the corner
I'm right in the pedestrian!
He got angry, raised a cry,
That the snow got behind the collar,
That it’s impossible, that it’s so shameful,
That I'm not sensitive to people.
Think what a weirdo
Doesn't understand jokes!
The weather was snowy
And I want to walk
But suddenly a snowball from around the corner
Someone is throwing at me!
Snow melts under the collar -
I'll probably catch a cold!
Threw a snowball at my back
What a stupid kid!
He's just a coward and a mischievous
And an insensitive person!
Throw snowballs behind the collar -
What are these jokes!
Childhood(excerpt)
Here is my village;
Here is my home;
Here I am on a sled
Uphill steep;
Here the sled rolled up
And I'm on my side - clap!
head over heels
Downhill, into a snowdrift.
And boy friends
Standing over me
merrily laugh
Over my trouble.
All face and hands
Made me snow...
I'm in a snowdrift grief,
And the guys laugh!
I. Surikov
Here are the berries!
Went once
Father Frost
Along the forest alley.
Sees -
Bush,
And on it
The berries are red!
What a miracle!
middle of winter
The berries are red!
Beware Santa Claus
Came out from behind the tree.
Only - phew!
And who where -
The berries have taken off!
That's such a miracle!
No, not a miracle
The bullfinches have taken off!
Snowflakes
At my sister, at Marina,
There are two snowflakes on the palm.
I wanted to show everyone
Look - no snowflakes to be seen!
Who took the snowflakes
My Marina?
FREEZING
At the entrance, a boy was crying:
Someone bit my finger!
And another kid yelled:
"Someone blew my ears!"
The third touched his nose and cheeks:
- Who clicked me so painfully?
It became clear to the kids -
Invisible in the yard.
L. Sandler
FREEZING
It's cold, so cold!
The moon has frozen to the cloud!
Smoke stuck to the chimney
Someone's sled - to the river,
Even felt boots in the hut
They bask in the oven.
V. Shulzhik
HOLIDAY
On our Christmas tree
Funny toys:
funny hedgehogs
And funny frogs
funny deer,
funny walruses
And funny seals!
We are also a little
Funny masks.
We are funny
Santa Claus needs
To be joyful
To hear laughter
After all, today is a holiday
Cheerful for everyone!
Y. Kantov
WHITE GRANDFATHER
Santa Claus slept in bed
I got up, ringing icicles: -
Where are you, blizzards and snowstorms?
Why don't you wake me up?
Disorder in the yard -
Mud and puddles in December!
And from grandfather in fright
Blizzards swept across the fields.
And the blizzards flew
They moaned, whistled,
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.
N. Artyukhova
winter apples
Sunny, nice
It's been a day.
Skiing with the whole family
We got out into the woods.
Suddenly a three-year-old Vovka
Mame says:
"Wonders! on the Christmas tree
The apple is hanging!
And looked to the left
And froze without a word:
On the next spruce
Fruit piles!
But the wind blew
And immediately from the branches
Apples flew away
A flock of snowmen.
(T. Gusarova)
Like white fluff
Snowflakes are falling from the sky.
Generously snowing winter
On passers-by and at home.
It flies by the collar
On the face and melts in an instant.
Me and a friend together
We have fun going to school.
Snow crunches underfoot
Behind my back my friend sniffles.
I looked back and screamed
Instead of a friend, a snowman.
He tells me back:
Well, you, just like grandfather,
The real Santa Claus
All covered in snow and a red nose.
I brought a carrot-nose
And upset to tears -
My snowman, as if in a fairy tale,
Turned into a bun...
And he said to me: - It will be worse ...
I will soon turn into a puddle ...
You can't find a bear trail in winter,
Zimushka sent Mishenka to sleep.
In the lair he sucks his sweet paw,
And he dreams that he eats honey.
Mishka hums contentedly with joy.
Hey, animals, be quiet... Let Misha sleep.
Tatyana Rodionova
Synopsis of an integrated lesson in the middle group "Winter Landscape"
Synopsis of an integrated lesson in the middle group
"Winter landscape"
Program content:
1. Examination of a picture depicting a winter landscape. Answers to the search questions of the educator. Develop creative imagination.
2. Reading and memorizing the poem by V. Artyukhova "White grandfather". Teach children to perform a creative task for a poem.
3. Teach children to draw a winter landscape. Develop fine motor skills.
Developing environment: a picture depicting a winter landscape, a figure of Santa Claus, a figure of a Christmas tree.
Equipment: watercolor sheets, gouache paint, cups, brushes, rags.
Lesson progress
1. Examining a picture with a winter landscape:
What season is in the picture?
How did you guess it was winter? (Snow).
What snow? (White, fluffy, shiny, cold, silver).
Name snow affectionately. (Snowball)
What do we call the natural phenomenon when snow falls? (Snowfall).
And if there was a huge pile of snow, what would we call it? (Snowdrift).
And when the snow falls and the wind blows, how to call this phenomenon? (Snowstorm, blizzard).
What happens to snow in winter? (Falls, spins, flies, flutters, pours, melts.)
What holiday happens in winter? (New Year).
What fairy-tale characters come to children on New Year's Eve? (Santa Claus, Snow Maiden).
Santa Claus is a fabulous wizard, he has a lot of friends and helpers.
2. Reading a poem by N. Artyukhova "White grandfather"
Santa Claus slept in bed
I got up, ringing icicles:
Hey, you blizzards and blizzards,
Why don't you wake me up?
Chaos in the yard
Mud and puddles in December.
And from grandfather in fright
Blizzards swept across the fields.
And the blizzard flew
They moaned, whistled.
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.
Grandfather came out early in the morning
Wearing a new coat.
Wanted to check it out myself
Through fields and forests:
Is everyone waiting in a new outfit?
Is everyone ready to welcome him?
Yes, the blizzards answered,
Even the rabbits turned white.
Not a blade of grass in the fields
Not a leaf on the branches.
Only one Christmas tree
Yes fluffy pine
They don't want to obey
And the green ones are.
Teacher questions:
Is this a fairy tale? Why?
Who are the helpers of Santa Claus? (blizzards, blizzards).
What have they done to nature?
Why do we need winter? Why is she covering everything with snow? (For nature to rest).
How does everything become in winter? (White, snowy, smart, shiny).
What did not obey Santa Claus? Why? (Winter and summer one color).
3. Finger gymnastics. "Winter"
Cold. Winter. my fingers
Amicably scold cold days.
(Bring folded fingers to your mouth and warm them with your breath.)
Baby finger complains:
"Oh oh oh!
What a cold!
(Fingers are clenched into a fist. Bend and unbend the little finger on both hands.)
The index finger whispers softly:
“Eh-eh-eh!
What if it snows?"
(Fingers are clenched into a fist. Bend and unbend the index finger on both hands.)
The middle finger grumbles:
"Oh oh oh!
I'm deaf from the wind!"
(Bend and unbend the middle finger on both hands.)
The big thumb exclaims:
“Ah-ah-ah!
Too bad I'm not wearing boots!
Give me a cover!"
(bend and unbend the thumb on both hands.)
4. Drawing "Winter Landscape"
Guys, let's look at the picture of the winter landscape again.
Pay attention to which trees in winter, which spruce.
The teacher invites the children to draw a winter forest.
5. Summing up the results of the lesson, designing an exhibition of children's drawings.
Santa Claus slept in bed
I got up, ringing icicles:
Where are you, blizzards and snowstorms?
Why don't you wake me up?
I am a cheerful Snow Maiden,
I'll play hide and seek with you
But I'm afraid to drink tea -
I melt from the hot.
May any of your dreams
Come true, come true.
Let the lights on our Christmas tree
They light up brightly.
Everyone is making a snowman
Mom is looking for Igor.
Where is my son? Where is he?
Rolled into a snowball.
Frost with a white beard,
With lush mustache
Like a young boy
Dancing with us.
Look Santa Claus
Festively dressed.
He brought us gifts
Gingerbread, sweets.
In our hall there is noise and laughter,
The singing doesn't stop.
Our tree is the best!
There is no doubt about this.
Children lead a round dance,
They clap their hands.
Hello hello.
New Year! You are so good!
Outside the window, a flock of snowflakes
He also leads a round dance.
Saying goodbye to the old year,
We are celebrating the New Year.
The animals are throwing a ball
New Year's carnival.
Night, and the forest is not up to sleep,
The full moon is shining.
Threw the wind along the way
Star colored confetti.
On the meadow masquerade:
Everyone made their own outfit.
The hare dressed up as a wolf,
Pretend to be a squirrel hedgehog.
The wolf took the needles from the spruce,
Looked like a hedgehog.
And the fox dressed as a bunny:
Ears, nose mask.
Here, go and find out!
An elk dressed up as a fox.
Chorus of titmouse on a birch
And an icicle chime.
Animals dance in the cold
The ball thunders from all sides!
Rivers and fields
covered with cold,
Christmas snow
Washed up to their ears.
And there is a birch
And the blizzard swirls
Frost shell
She is chained.
Birch thinks
Thinks about
Like dew in spring
Falling in the rain
Like the river is clear
The sun warmed
And with what kindness
Looked at her.
And what were
Summer evenings...
Until the morning she dreamed
Summer and spring.
In the morning at dawn
Looking into the river
Looks and does not believe -
Captured the spirit.
Played with sparks
In a sunbeam
It was visible from a distance
Enviable winter.
Like a moment
Happiness and goodness
To everyone's surprise
Created by winter.
Bell - Dili-Dong!
New Year's dream beckons.
This dream jumps on the minks,
Hiding gifts in the dark!
The bunny is dreaming of a box.
He will untie the ribbon timidly
And in a dream from happiness - jump!
There's a truck in the box!
Squirrel nimble in the hollow
Sweetly sleeps warm in winter.
What is a dream on New Year's Eve
Will it bring our squirrel?
Squirrel-squirrel, what are you waiting for?
She mutters in her sleep: - Brooch!
Squirrel on the palm
Son will put down the brooch.
The gray wolf sleeps under the tree.
He is in a dream with his teeth - click!
A wolf is afraid to ask a dream
What is he dreaming about?
Only the wolf is not evil at all!
He whispers: - I will not eat you!
I dream on New Year's Eve
The cake is huge and compote!
In a dark mink under a pine
Sleeping prickly hedgehog funny.
The bell rang:
- Hedgehog, what would you like?
The hedgehog smiled in a dream:
- I dreamed about the New Year!
Good Santa Claus
Gave me a locomotive!
Happy fox sleeps
The fox dreams of fireworks.
The little mice are sleeping
They dream of gifts - books.
The dream went through the houses
And in the morning he fell asleep himself!
In New Year's silence
Smiling dream in a dream!
If the piano tries
If we like the motive,
If we are dancing,
So we will all be friends.
Hares dance with bears.
Tigers and lions - with monkeys,
Dancing rams with a scarecrow,
A cat under the arm with a poodle.
Elephant in a striped scarf
Dancing as if in Africa.
Spinning with the robot
Cheerfully waving his trunk.
Here comes the chicken.
Chicken is just smart
Treats everyone with gingerbread
And congratulations on the holiday.
1
Past the Christmas trees and rowan
Hare runs alone.
In a new hat, in a white coat,
He hurries to a friend, to Mishutka,
Holds a serpentine in its paws,
He has one bunny.
2
Suddenly, under the tree, he hears: “Kva!”
“Kwa” is frog “two”.
Two bags of confetti
And the frog is on the way!
And she can't sleep in winter
Yes, even in the cold!
3
"Hey, don't step, look!" -
The hedgehog came out, it's three.
The hedgehog has three flags
Blue like clouds.
4
The mouse counts the holes in the cheese
Loudly says: "Four!"
Inserts candles into holes
And attaches to the tree!
5
The wolf cub says: “Five!
Let's decorate the Christmas tree!
Five garlands of beautiful, bright ...
Oh, forgot about the gifts!”
6
“I have gifts! -
The raccoon says, - There are six of them.
Six mushrooms in chocolate
In gilded paper!
7
Seven! Fox to check
Prepared fireworks,
Plus crackers, lanterns,
And sparklers!
8
Eight! Squirrel on a branch
Giving out candy to friends.
Each - eight nuts
(I collected them all autumn).
9
And Mishutka is clubfoot
Sleepy all over, sucking his paw,
Brought nine balls
(In the summer I made them from roses).
10
Here the owlet has arrived,
He sang ten sonorous songs,
Like a cheerful nightingale
About gifts, about friends,
About Happy New Year
And about a friendly round dance.
Santa Claus came to them
Spruce praised the elegant
And until the morning
The kids had fun!
The New Year is knocking on the door!
Open it up for him.
Red-cheeked peanut -
Yours is now a trusted friend.
You will surely be friends
You will grow together
Gain strength, health,
All ailments will forget you.
Invite him to your house
Here the clock chimed.
The clock strikes twelve times.
Happiness has come to you! Meet!
The tree is lit up with lights
The fairy tale is near ... Here is the sleigh
Creaked at the gate...
Who's there? It's Santa Claus!
I looked at the holiday with my granddaughter,
He brings gifts with him.
And the toys on the tree
They suddenly came to life. Hares, gnomes,
Dolls, balls, kittens,
Birds, squirrels and foxes,
Bear cubs and hedgehogs…
The rascals started dancing.
Laughter, fun and fun...
Only the branches of spruce bend.
Seems to be just right
The Christmas tree will start dancing here.
And the Snow Maiden, little girl,
Handing out toys to guests
chocolates, oranges,
Apples and tangerines...
The scent of pine needles hovers
Outside the window the moon is shining
Wonderful blue light
All trees are silver.
Snowflakes float in the air
Ice sparkles merrily
Everything around is white-white ...
The New Year gives a fairy tale.
Free-flowing snow in the field at night, silence.
In the dark sky, in a soft cloud, the moon sleeps.
Quiet in the field. Dark-dark looks at the forest.
Santa Claus, a huge old man, from the tree of tears.
He is all white, all in new, all in the stars,
Wearing a white cap and boots.
All in silver icicles beard.
He has an ice whistle in his mouth.
Higher, higher Santa Claus grows.
Here he came out from behind the fir trees and birches.
Here he stomped, grabbed a pine
And patted the moon with a snow mitten.
He walked, he shook his head,
He whistled into his icy whistle.
All the snowflakes have settled down in the snowdrifts.
All the snowflakes lit up.
At night, Santa Claus conjures
It will curl up, it will blow out,
The rivers are iced over
Coated with silver
And then goes home
And a big brush
He draws here and there
Fairy leaves.
Granddaughter saw
Frost says:
- Grandpa, can I
Can I draw a rose?
Grandpa laughed.
- Grow up a little!
You won't reach
Even to the window!
You have a shovel
Buckets on you
Stick on Easter cakes
Let's go down the hill.
The Snow Maiden cried
shed tears,
And in the snow now
The roses have blossomed!
Even Grandfather threw up his hands:
- Well, I have a granddaughter!
Gotta give her a present
For a holiday!
And he took it out of the bag
New Snow Maidens:
- Put on, hurry, skates,
Let's draw figurines!
And so it has been since then,
And what year,
Grandfather draws on the window
snow patterns,
And the Snow Maiden is on the ice
Roses and eights
She has technical
Round fives!
Natalya Fedoruk
Developing lesson in reading a poem about winter by N. Artyukhova "White grandfather" (middle group)
Reading fiction.
. Artyukhova
« White Grandfather»
N. K. Fedoruk
Pogranichny settlement
Subject: Reading a poem about winter. Artyukhova« White Grandfather»
Tasks: To teach children to emotionally perceive the figurative content of a poetic text. Develop figurative speech. Listen carefully, answer questions, cultivate interest in works of art.
Educational: Develop perception of creativity. Improve your skills in non-traditional snow painting. (Fingers)
Activities: playful, communicative, motor,
cognitive-research, artistic, productive.
Educational: to learn to listen carefully to the teacher and the answers of other children, not to interrupt a friend. Cultivate love for nature.
vocabulary work: Snowfall, fluttering, spinning, snowflake, spinning.
preliminary work: Watching the snowfall, looking at the illustrations of the winter forest. Reading poems about winter, finger gymnastics on the theme of winter.
Equipment: Snowy winter illustrations, Mnemotable "Winter", lumps of cotton. For the collective applications: Blue sheet, glue, white paper. Blank templates white bunnies, green herringbone and pine.
Conduct form: Team work.
Lesson progress:
Organizing time.
The children stood up, stood in a circle
You are my friend and I am your friend
Let's hold hands tightly
And we smile at each other.
1. Looking at a picture with a winter landscape:
What season is in the picture?
How did you guess it was winter? (Snow).
What snow? (White, fluffy, shiny, cold, silvery).
Name snow affectionately. (Snowball)
What do we call the natural phenomenon when snow falls? (Snowfall).
And if there was a huge pile of snow, what would we call it? (Snowdrift).
And when the snow falls and the wind blows, how to call this phenomenon? (Snowstorm, blizzard).
What happens to snow in winter? (Falls, spins, flies, flutters, pours, melts.)
What holiday happens in winter? (New Year).
What fairy-tale characters come to children on New Year's Eve? (Santa Claus, Snow Maiden).
Santa Claus is a fabulous wizard, he has a lot of friends and helpers.
Breathing exercises "Snowflakes" (blowing cotton balls from the palm)
A story about the signs of winter according to the mnemonic table. First, the teacher tells, then 2-3 children.
Fizminutka "Winter"
Winter came. (arms part you hand)
It became cold. (hug your shoulders)
Frosts hit (tap fist on fist)
Rivers covered with ice (stretch arms in front of chest)
It's snowing (hands up)
He fell fluffy white flakes(slow down)
To the ground (Hands down on your knees)
At home (Hands above the head represent the roof)
On the trees (hands up fingers open)
On people (hands on head)
Reading a poem: Listen poem A. Artyukhova« White Grandfather»
Santa Claus slept in bed
I got up, ringing icicles:
Hey, you blizzards and blizzards,
Why don't you wake me up?
Chaos in the yard
Mud and puddles in December.
And from grandfather in fright
Blizzards swept across the fields.
And the blizzard flew
They moaned, whistled.
All the scratches of the earth
Covered with white snow.
Grandfather came out early in the morning
Wearing a new coat.
Wanted to check it out myself
Through fields and forests:
Is everyone waiting in a new outfit?
Is everyone ready to welcome him?
Yes, the blizzards answered,
Even the rabbits turned white.
Not a blade of grass in the fields
Not a leaf on the branches.
Only one Christmas tree
Yes fluffy pine
They don't want to obey
And the green ones are.
Questions after reading:
It's fabulous poem? Why do you think so? What is it about?
What did blizzards and blizzards do with nature?
(Encourage to speak with words from the text)
Blizzards swept across the fields.
And the blizzards flew
They moaned, whistled,
All the scratches of the earth
covered with white snow.
Can they be called Santa Claus's helpers?
What was everything around from the snow? (white)
Collective application Snowy winter. How in poem. Children create snowdrifts by cutting off white paper by placing them at the bottom of the sheet.
Remember what hasn't turned white from the snow?
Only one Christmas tree
Yes fluffy pine
They don't want to obey
And the green ones are.
The teacher attaches a Christmas tree and a pine tree.
Even the hares turned white!
We glue the bunnies.
The teacher reads lines from winter poems
Snow flutters, spins.
It's white outside...
Pours, pours snow in armfuls.
It's winter outside...
A snowflake is falling - a light star.
And after it the second, the third - without end ...
Children tear paper into small pieces and depict snow.
Reflection: Reading the poem again. What time of year is this poem? What picture do we get?
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