Literary and musical composition for the New Year. Literary and musical composition "Hello, winter guest!"
Winter is the coldest, harshest, snowiest time of the year. Children love this time of year very much. winter fun: you can ski, skate, sled and play snowballs, sculpt snowmen, build snow forts.
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Literary musical composition"Zimushka-Winter"
Conducted by: Bobrysheva N.A.
Literary and musical composition “Zimushka - Winter”
Objectives: - to introduce the names of the winter months according to the folk calendar, proverbs, sayings, and signs associated with them;
Develop speech, a sense of beauty through poetry, art, musical works;
Expand words knowledge;
Instill a love for nature, for your small homeland.
Equipment: reproductions of paintings by V.I. Surikov “Taking the Snow Town”, I.E. Grabar " February blue", "Winter Landscape", N.D. Kuznetsova “Rime”, A.A. Plastov “First Snow”, D.Ya. Alexandrova " Winter's Tale", I.I. Shishkina “Rime”; drawings by students on the topic “Winter-Winter” (photos of winter nature), posters with proverbs, sayings about winter, the winter months; costumes for performances, scarves for performing ditties; snowflakes for decoration of the hall, decorated with a snowball made of cotton wool; a presentation disc, a multimedia projector, a computer, a tape recorder, a disc with recordings of the songs “New Year’s”, “Snowflakes”, music by P.I. Tchaikovsky "Seasons. December", cards for the game "Winter Typesetter"; gifts and souvenirs for children.
Progress of the holiday.
Teacher. Dear friends! We will dedicate our meeting today to one of the most beautiful times of the year. What time of year this is, you will find out by guessing the riddle.
Snow on the fields
Ice on the rivers
The blizzard is walking.
When does this happen? (Winter)
“Mother” is how Russian people called winter in the old days. Not a red spring, not a warm summer, not a well-fed autumn, but winter with its cold, snow, blizzards and blizzards. Maybe because winter, like its own mother, covers the entire earth with a snow “blanket”, protecting it from severe frosts. And what wonderful poems have been written by poets about winter! Listen.
To the music of P.I. Tchaikovsky "Seasons. December” students recite prepared poems by heart.
Meeting winter
Hello, winter guest!
We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north
Through forests and steppes.
We have freedom
Walk anywhere:
Build bridges across rivers
And lay out the carpets.
We will never get used to it, -
Let your frost crack:
Our Russian blood
It burns in the cold!
I. Nikitin
White fluffy snow
Spinning in the air
And the ground is quiet
Falls, lies down.
And in the morning snow
The field turned white
Like a veil
Everything dressed him.
Dark forest with a hat
Covered up weird
And fell asleep under her
Strong, unstoppable...
God's days are short
The sun shines little
Here come the frosts, -
And winter has come.
I. Surikov.
Enchantress in Winter
Bewitched, the forest stands -
And under the snow fringe,
motionless, mute,
He shines with a wonderful life.
And he stands, bewitched, -
Not dead and not alive -
Enchanted by a magical dream,
All entangled, all shackled
Light chain down...
F. Tyutchev
Wonderful picture
How dear you are to me:
White plain,
Full moon,
The light of the high heavens,
And shining snow
And distant sleighs
Lonely running.
A. Fet
Teacher. Did you know that among the many billions of snowflakes that fall in winter, no two are exactly alike? At the same time, no matter what shape the snow star is, each of them is six-rayed or hexagonal. The famous astronomer I. Kepler published the essay “New Year's Gift, or About Hexagonal Snowflakes” in 1611. He asked the question: “Why are all snowflakes hexagonal?” And he answered it like this: “This thing has not yet been revealed to me...” Four centuries have passed since then, but scientists still cannot guess this mystery of nature.
The “Snowflakes” dance is performed.
Teacher. How many mysteries have been invented about winter! Guess some of them.
Name it guys
A month in this riddle:
His days are the shortest of all days,
Of all the nights longer than the night,
Snow fell on the fields and meadows until spring.
Only our month will pass,
We are meeting New Year.
(December)
Student.
And the fairy tale begins again,
After all, winter has come to us again.
Everything is dressed in white snow,
And houses with snow caps.
December is in a hurry for us, trying,
He builds ice slides
Winter is just beginning
And daring games await us.
Teacher. In Rus', December in the old days was called stuzhailo, jelly, zazimnik. This is the first month of winter. It is characterized by frosts and thaws. He “will pave, and nail, and give the sleigh a go.” People say about December: “December ends the year and begins winter.” How do you understand this proverb? (Students' answers.)
And the artists are on the sidelines winter theme didn't stay. Look at reproductions of paintings.
Demonstration of reproductions from paintings by V.I. Surikova, I.E. Grabar, N.D. Kuznetsova, A.A. Plastova, D.Ya. Alexandrova, I.I. Shishkina.
Teacher. Winter has prepared a lot for us winter games, ventures and fun activities. Let's play the game "Winter Typesetter". I show you cards with a certain set of letters, and you must form a word from these letters.
AMZI (winter)
INCOME (cold)
KAYOL (Christmas tree)
KENJOS (snowball)
KINSA (sled)
VNOKGESI (snowman)
ROMZO (frost)
LOGODED (ice)
TELEME (blizzard)
Teacher. Well done, you did a good job. Here's another riddle task. Student.
It stings your ears, it stings your nose,
Frost creeps into felt boots.
If you splash water, it will fall,
Not water anymore, but ice.
Not even a bird can fly
The bird is freezing from the frost.
The sun turned towards summer.
What month is this, tell me?
(January)
Pupil.
Winter month, snowy month
Opens first year
And with snow and frost
January is coming to visit us.
He's on rivers and lakes
Built bridges everywhere
And dressed with fluffy snow
All trees and bushes.
Teacher. January in Rus' also had its own names: prosinets of winter, turning point of winter, perezimovye. In January there are the strongest Epiphany frosts: “In January, even a pot in the oven freezes.” But sometimes it gets warmer. The weather is clearing up and the sky is turning blue (hence the blue sky). The days are getting lighter and longer: “As the day grows, so does the cold.” People say about January: “The beginning of the year, the middle of winter.” How do you understand this proverb?
What children are the best? fun party celebrated in early January.
Teacher. Now we will play the game “Christmas tree decorations”.
The game “Christmas tree decorations” is being played.
I'll play with the guys
An interesting game.
What we decorate the Christmas tree with,
I'll call the kids.
If I tell you right -
Say yes in response
Well, what if it’s suddenly wrong -
Answer boldly “no”!
Multi-colored firecrackers? (Yes.)
Blankets and pillows? (No.)
Cots and cribs? (No.)
Marmalades, chocolates? (Yes.)
Glass balls? (Yes.)
Are the chairs wooden? (No.)
Teddy bears? (Yes.)
Primers and books? (No.)
Snow made from white cotton wool? (Yes.)
Satchels and briefcases? (No.)
Shoes and boots? (No.)
Cups, forks, spoons? (No.)
Are the candies shiny? (Yes.)
Are tigers real? (No.)
Are the cones golden? (Yes.)
Are the stars radiant? (Yes.)
Song "New Year"
The Nativity of Christ is a Christian, public holiday associated with the memory of the birth of Jesus Christ, approved according to the dating of the celebration accepted in the Russian Orthodox Church. Celebrated in Russia on January 7th Gregorian calendar(which corresponds to December 25 according to the old style).
In Rus', the holiday of Christmas became an official celebration with the baptism of Prince Vladimir at the end of the 10th century, however, given the presence of a Christian community in ancient Kyiv, the celebration could have a longer history.
In the 1920s, religious holidays were eradicated by the atheist state. The Christmas tree and its associated celebrations gradually lost importance. However, on Russian calendars published at that time, church dates, including Christmas, were marked in different years either as holidays or as days of rest. Christmas days in the calendars of 1919-1922 are marked on January 7 and 8, and in 1925-1929 - on December 25 and 26 1 - 1 . Since 1929 in Soviet Russia It was forbidden to celebrate Christmas 13 . According to the resolution of the Council of People's Commissars of the USSR dated September 24, 1929 “On working time and rest time in enterprises and institutions switching to a continuous production week” “On New Year’s Day and the days of all religious holidays (former special days rest) work is carried out on a general basis”,
In 1935, in an unexpected turn of government policy, Christmas traditions were adopted as part of the secular celebration of the New Year (January 1). Since then, the “Christmas tree” in modern Russia was consistently perceived as “New Year’s”. Gifts and visits from Santa Claus also became part of New Year's traditions and lost their original Christmas associations. In 1937, at the New Year's Eve in the Moscow House of Unions, the Snow Maiden first appeared as the companion and granddaughter of Father Frost - Russian fairy tale character no longer associated with the practice of celebrating Christmas 13 . They decided to celebrate the holiday itself on January 7th.
The tradition of officially celebrating Christmas on state level was revived in 1991: in December 1990, the Supreme Soviet of the RSFSR adopted a resolution declaring Orthodox holiday Christmas is a non-working day®. Already January 7, 1991 was a non-working day. However, in some republics of the RSFSR, for example, the Tatar Autonomous Soviet Socialist Republic, this resolution was ignored, and government agencies worked that day®. Nowadays Christmas is part of the general " New Year holidays", which begin on New Year's Day (or the day before) and continue until Christmas.
Folk celebration traditions edit.
Costumes: bear, grandfather-guide, old woman, goat.
Unlike Western European countries and the United States, Christmas in modern Russia is mainly religious holiday and does not have established generally accepted secular traditions, for the vast majority it is a day off, which everyone can use at their own discretion. The traditions of celebrating Christmas that previously existed in Russia and the USSR, after the holiday was excluded from the official calendar in 1929, were transferred to the celebration of the New Year, which was preserved even after the restoration of Christmas as a public holiday in 1991.
On Christmas Eve (on the night of January 6-7), federal TV channels The Christmas service and the festive Liturgy are broadcast (after the restoration of the temple - from the Cathedral of Christ the Savior). Some Orthodox believers hold services directly in the church at this time.
Christmas is considered Orthodox Church the second most important holiday after Easter. The holiday is preceded by a multi-day Nativity or Philip Fast, lasting from November 28 to January 6 13 .
According to the Gospel narrative, Jesus Christ (at the age of 30 - Luke 3:23) came to John the Baptist, who was near the Jordan River in Bethabara (John 1:28), with the goal of being baptized.
John, who preached a lot about the imminent coming of the Messiah, saw Jesus and was surprised and said: “I need to be baptized by You, and are You coming to me?” To this Jesus replied that “we must fulfill all righteousness,” and received baptism from John. During baptism, “the heavens were opened, and the Holy Spirit descended on Him in bodily form like a dove, and there was a voice from heaven, saying: You are My Beloved Son; I am well pleased with You!” (Luke 3:21-22).
Thus, with the participation of John, the messianic destiny of Jesus Christ was publicly witnessed. The Baptism of Christ, which took place then, is considered the first event of his public ministry." 41 . After Jesus' baptism, “John also baptized at Aenon, near Salem, because there was much water there; and they came [there] and were baptized” (John 3:23). The Evangelist John connects the appearance of the first of the twelve apostles precisely with the preaching of John the Baptist: “The next day John and two of his disciples stood again. And when he saw Jesus coming, he said, Behold the Lamb of God. When both disciples heard these words from him, they followed Jesus” (John 1:35-37).
According to the Gospel story, after his baptism, Jesus Christ, led by the Spirit, withdrew into the desert in order to prepare in solitude, prayer and fasting to fulfill the mission with which he came to earth. Jesus “was tempted by the devil for forty days and did not eat anything during those days, but at the end of them he was hungry” (Luke 4:2). Then the devil approached him and, with three seductions, tried to tempt him to sin, like any other person.
Place of Baptism[edit | edit wiki text]
View of Al-Makhtas (Wadi al-Harar) from Qasr al-Yahuda, the supposed site of the Baptism of Jesus Christ Modern Orthodox church John the Baptist.
The exact location of the baptism site of Jesus Christ is unknown. Most early Greek New Testament manuscripts name the site of Jesus' Baptism as Bethany Transjordan (BpOavia nxpav toi ’lop5avou). It is believed that the name Bethavara was first proposed by Origen." 51 , but he placed it on west bank Jordan" 61 . In the Slavic Bible, the place of baptism is called Bethabara on the other side of the Jordan (VieavarF bysha ob pol Jordan), in the Russian Synodal translation - Bethabara at the Jordan (John 1:28), in the New King James Bible (NKJV) - Bethabara beyond the Jordan (Bethabara beyond the Jordan), in the Greek Bible and New Vulgate - Bethany beyond the Jordan" 71 .
However, the 6th-century Madaba map shows the site of the Baptism opposite Jericho on the west bank of the river, that is, not beyond the Jordan when viewed from the west bank. There is an assumption that the author of the Madaba map, who lived on the eastern bank of the Jordan, understood the phrase beyond the Jordan in the sense of a place located on the other bank in relation to it, although the author of the Gospel, naturally, understood the preposition for as located on the eastern bank." 81 . Pilgrim Theodosius (V-VI centuries) reported that at the site of the Baptism of Jesus Christ there was a marble column topped with an iron cross." 51 .
Until the 6th and 7th centuries, the traditional place of the Baptism of Jesus Christ was located on the eastern bank of the Jordan near Jericho, but after the Arab conquest of Palestine (640), the place of baptism began to be considered also near Jericho, but on the western bank due to the inaccessibility of the eastern bank." 61 . Over time, the place of Baptism was lost due to the destruction of the churches located there.
Over time, the Jordan River has changed its course, so now the site of Jesus' baptism is on dry land 191 .
At the end of the 15th century, it was believed that the place of Baptism was located in Bet-Abara (Beth-Abara, also known as Bethvara (Judg. 7:24)) in the area modern bridge Allenby" 1011111 , but since the 16th century it is believed that it was near the monastery of St. John, about 10 km east of Jericho" 101 . At the same time, it remains unclear exactly from which bank Jesus entered the river. On the West Bank this place is called Qasr al-Yahud (controlled by Israel)." 111 " 121 , on the east, opposite it - Al-Makhtas (Wadi al-Harar) in Jordan" 131 " 141 . During excavations at Wadi al-Harar, a large marble slab was discovered, apparently the base of the column mentioned by the pilgrim Theodosius." 51 " 151 .
Teacher. To guess the name of the next month, listen to the riddle.
Student.
Snow is falling in bags from the sky,
There are snowdrifts around the house.
Those are storms and blizzards
They attacked the village.
The frost is severe at night,
During the day, drops can be heard ringing.
The day has lengthened noticeably.
Well, what month is this?
(February)
Student.
February is walking in the yard
And plucks the children's ears,
And paints your cheeks red.
When February goes away, spring comes.
Pupil.
Let the frost crack and get angry
And the drifting snow creeps in,
He's rushing to visit us for the holiday
Blizzard girl!
Teacher. February is the shortest month of the year - 28 days, and leap month - 29. This last month winter. In the old days, people called it blizzard, fierce, bokogrey. Blizzard - named for the snowfalls, blizzards, and blizzards that occur at this time. “February has two friends: a snowstorm and a blizzard.” “Blizzards and blizzards arrived in February.” It is called severe because of the frosts, sometimes they reach thirty degrees. Bokogrey - it’s warm on the sunny side, “snowdrift” is noticeable, the sun is making you warmer.
Teacher. How pleasant it is to not only listen to a fairy tale on long winter evenings while the blizzard is howling, but also watch it. Let's look into the forest and see what's going on there, what the forest animals are talking about. Listen and watch.
Dramatizations of N. Sladkov’s stories (prepared in advance, students dressed in appropriate costumes).
Hare and Vole
- Frost and blizzard, snow and cold. If you want to smell the green grass, nibble on the juicy leaves, wait until spring. Where else is that spring - beyond the mountains and beyond the seas...
- Not beyond the seas, Hare, spring is just around the corner, but under your feet! Dig the snow down to the ground - there are green lingonberries, mantleberries, strawberries, and dandelions. And you smell it, and you get full. Like me!
Hare and Dipper
- Oh-oh, Olyapka, are you thinking of swimming in the hole?
- And swim and dive!
- Will you freeze?
- My pen is warm!
- Will you get wet?
- My pen is water-repellent!
- Will you drown?
- And I can swim!
- A... ah... will you be hungry after swimming?
- And that’s why I dive to eat a water bug!
Teacher. But winter is not only games, fun, a merry New Year and school break. Winter is the harvest of the next year, water reserves in reservoirs; winter is a time of worries for thousands of people who are responsible for keeping their homes warm and the roads clean. Remember the proverbs and sayings about winter, name them.
Students. Winter cannot exist without three holidays.
The winter wind is a helper for frost: it makes it even colder.
A winter day with a sparrow's hop.
In the winter cold everyone is young.
Winter is the keeper of the fields.
Teacher. Winter is folk festivals with playful ditties, cheerful dances and folk songs. Listen to ditties about winter.
What happened outside the window?
The snow drifts like drifting snow.
It's winter-winter
Laughs merrily.
We flew from above
White fluff.
They began to cover the ground
White snowflakes.
Our Russian pullet,
Beautiful soul
Snow-white winch,
Hello, winter-winter!
Came in a white sundress
From silver brocade,
And diamonds burn on it,
Like bright rays.
You are fluffy and white,
Sweet to all the kids,
Make us a hill quickly
Fill up the skating rink on the river!
I study lessons at the skating rink
Winter sunny day.
That's right, I write all the numbers,
But not with a pen, but with a skate!
School has been canceled today
Oh, frost! Get some sleep, son!
What are you doing, mom! This is the case
I'll run to the skating rink!
I'm on a ski trip
Dressed myself
But while I was getting ready,
Winter is already over.
Bottom line. Winter is the coldest, harshest, snowiest time of the year. Children love this time of year for the winter fun: they can ski, skate, sled, play snowballs, make snowmen, and build snow forts.
Reflection: What new did you learn about yourself today? What did you like most?
Try to answer the question: “What is our winter like?” Someone will say: “Cold and snowy,” and someone will object: “Not cold and not blizzard at all.” “Beautiful, fluffy and snow-white!” - another will exclaim in admiration.
Our winter is indeed very different. At first glance, every year is the same: snow and frost.
But in fact, if you look closely, it is both cold and thawed, with snowstorms and dripping, snowy and sunny.
And the day is different in winter! The early morning is quiet, inaudible, with the sun shriveled in the frosty blue and the snow crisp. And the evening is long, very long, thoughtful and a little mysterious, as if nature itself was waiting for a fairy tale to appear. And a fairy tale comes, looking into the windows of houses. She carefully creeps up to people from the darkness of the distant forest, from the mysterious light of the moon and the unexpectedly loud cracking of branches in the frozen silence of the night air.
For poets, musicians, and artists, our winter is beautiful, sometimes mischievous, sometimes quiet, like a dream. This is how it appears in A.S. Pushkin, cold, calm and majestic.
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills,
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
Frost flashed...
But there is also something very young and cheerful about winter. Another poet, P. Vyazemsky, welcoming winter, exclaims:
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
Everyone is happy about the pranks of “Mother Winter.” Frost reddens your cheeks and stings your nose. And the snow is light, fluffy and very slippery. The sleds fly along it in such a way that it takes your breath away. Fun in winter. A. A. Blok wrote:
To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Fun for the kids
Fast sled run...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...
Poetry and music always convey a person’s mood. And the one who writes about nature - with sounds, colors, words - unwittingly endows it with the feelings that he himself experiences. And then the moon in the poems becomes gloomy and angry, and the blizzard looks really angry.
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky,
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad...
The storm ceased, light came and Good morning, and we admire along with Pushkin:
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies,
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
And another poet, S. A. Yesenin, paints winter a little sad. The lines sound calm and sad.
I'm going. Quiet. Rings are heard
Under the hoof in the snow.
Only gray crows
Made a lot of noise in the meadow...
The horse is galloping, there is a lot of space,
The snow is falling and the shawl is spreading,
Endless road
Runs away like a ribbon into the distance.
Winter is a magician. She bewitches everyone who is subject to her spell. Tyutchev writes: “The forest is bewitched by the enchantress in winter...” And Sergei Yesenin echoes: “Bewitched by the invisible, the forest is dozing under the fairy tale of sleep. It’s like a pine tree is tied with a white scarf...”
Winter dresses nature in unprecedented outfits. Let's listen to Yesenin again:
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
in sleepy silence,
and snowflakes are burning
in golden fire.
And the dawn? lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
We can say that no season is as magical as winter. In summer and spring, the earth is noisy with life: trees whisper with leaves, mischievous waves of rivers and rivulets race, meadows laugh with the diversity of grasses and flowers, the chirping and squeaking of insects, birds - everything moves, breathes, rejoices in the warmth and light. In winter everything is different. All living things hid in the depths of the earth and sleep, waiting for the sun. The trees have become bare, the birds have flown away, and those that remain do not sing and fly chilly and leisurely. And the sorceress winter gives all this white silence new life: motionless, dumb, mysterious. This life is a life of sleep, a time of white and quiet nature.
Please listen to some musical works and try to tell what moods the composer conveyed in the music about winter. Take pencils or paints and draw pictures of these pieces of music.
Explanation. Small pieces of music are selected for conversation. This could be instrumental music:
Fragments of works piano cycle P. Tchaikovsky’s “The Seasons”, fragments with the same name from Vivaldi’s concerto, Krutitsky’s short piano piece “Winter”, “Morning” from Prokofiev’s “Children’s Music”, “Father Frost” from R. Schumann’s “Album for Youth”, etc.
And also vocal works:
“Cold, cold”, music. A. Grechaninova;
"Winter", music. C. Cui;
"Birch", music. V. Veselova;
“Farewell to Winter”, music. Rimsky-Korsakov from the opera "The Snow Maiden".
IN thematic conversation Other poems about winter may also be heard. It’s good if they are performed by children or read expressively by adults.
Listening musical works will become more active if you invite the child to match the musical fragment he heard with the corresponding mood of the poem.
WINTER
Hello, in a white sundress
Made of silver brocade.
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
P. Vyazemsky
SNOW YES SNOW
Snow and snow.
The whole hut was swept away.
The snow is knee-deep all around.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...
And the breath leaves your lips
Steam frozen in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
They're sitting in the window with a samovar,
The old grandfather sat down at the table,
He leaned over and blew on the saucer;
So grandma crawled off the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.
The guys are hiding, watching,
How a cat plays with kittens...
Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home into the snowy expanse
They rolled off on a sled.
The yard is filled with screams -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes
And they put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -
He'll grab it, he'll grab it!
And the guys laugh, scream,
Their giant came out on top,
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Will not contradict the childish disposition.
A. Tolok
MOROZ-VOIVODA
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Moroz the voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
The forest paths have been taken over,
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water
AND bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
N. A. Nekrasov
* * *
The blizzard cleared up
The fir trees bent over
To the ground. Out of fright
The shutters creaked.
And snowflakes through the window
They fight like moths,
Tears melt and
They're pouring down the glass,
Complain to someone
The wind is blowing towards something
And it rages fiercely:
No one heard.
And a flock of snowflakes
Everyone is knocking on the window
And melting tears
It flows across the glass.
S. Yesenin
CHILDHOOD
This is my village;
This is my home;
Here I am sledding
The mountain is steep;
Here the sled has rolled up,
And I'm on my side - bang!
I'm rolling head over heels
Downhill into a snowdrift.
And boy friends
Standing above me
They laugh merrily
Over my misfortune.
All face and hands
Snow covered me...
I'm in grief in a snowdrift,
And the guys laugh!
I. Surikov
* * *
Mom, look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
I washed my nose;
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Non-spiky, light blue
Frost is hanging on the branches.
Just take a look!
Like someone's tarnished
Fresh white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids, and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk.”
A. Fet
Literary and musical composition “Happy New Year!”
Happy New Year, Happy New Year!
Congratulations to everyone at once.
Let them sound with his arrival
Songs, music and laughter.
Let every day and every hour
New things will come to you.
May your mind be good
And the heart will be kind.
Let my song fly by like a bird,
The New Year is already around the corner.
We will be with you, friends, we are having fun now,
So that worries fly away.
(performing the song “If only there were no winter...”)
And I will lead my conversation about
(These are not fairy tales, but truly, they were).
Remember your father's home
And the one who was truly loved.
And the heart does not need languid boredom,
Dear, dear people.
Your nimble hands have worked,
But hearts are knocking in the New Year.
(performance of the song “A Stream Flows”)
Today we will reveal our secrets to you,
Wishes flow in succession:
Low, low bow to respected doctors,
The disease bypasses you.
We wish you love and affection,
Let the snowstorms blow
Let the heroes good fairy tale
They will warm your heart.
(Dramatization of “The Tale of the Goldfish on new way»)
May currants bloom for you in the New Year,
Fishermen light fires.
And bow to the ground to you, dear Motherland,
Let the old people not know their needs.
(Performance of the song “My Dear Old People”)
It's nice to dance in a round dance in front of honest people.
And float, as if on the waves, in the songs of grandmothers and mothers.
Let's remember this song about the meadow duck.
All honest people love our ancient round dance.
(Round dance “I’ll go outside...”)
The fourteenth year of the new millennium...
And let the years fly by.
I want you to always be healthy
And they were always cheerful.
Let boredom leave your soul forever - just a little...
Let the cornflowers shine in the rye.
Let the boarding school live happily - our “Cherry”
Let the old people live without grief.
Let my timid song fly over the earth!
Look - life is good!
I believe that you are not quite old,
If you have a young soul.
Happy New Year! We wish you happiness and joy.
Meet the morning peaceful dawn.
Let them remain in the old sorrows...
Joy to you.
And live a hundred years without grief.
(Performance of the song “We wish you happiness”)
Literary and musical composition
"Hello, winter-winter"
Objectives: 1. To introduce poems about winter;
2. Instill a love for poetry, nature, and the Motherland;
3. develop expressive reading skills.
Progress of the event.
Teacher's word.
Guys, today we will conduct a lesson that is unusual for you - a lesson-concert dedicated to winter. And we will start our lesson with the music of P. I. Tchaikovsky “The Seasons”.
Music is playing. Tchaikovsky "Seasons" (December)
Russian winter is sung in folk songs, in the music of various composers. Paintings are also depicted on the canvases of painters native nature, winter landscapes. Many stories and poems are dedicated to winter.
After all, every person has their own favorite time of year. And every season is wonderful in its own way. There is probably no person who does not like winter. Nowhere in the world does there such a winter as here in Russia. And in songs, epics, and fairy tales, winter is called a sorceress, a sorceress, and frost is called an almighty commander. This shows that people love this time of year, despite the harsh weather.
Students read poetry. (F. I. Tyutchev “Winter Enchantress”, N. A. Nekrasov “Frost the Voivode”)
Guys, what time of year did A.S. Pushkin love most?
That's right, autumn. But does he devote his poems only to autumn?
Of course not. He has many poems about winter. Let's listen to some of them.
("Winter morning", " Winter evening», Winter road»)
Music is playing. Beethoven " Moonlight Sonata»
Our fields and forests are empty; the birds flew away to warmer climes; naked trees no longer make noise with their foliage; animals and insects hid in their holes. Nature has prepared for winter sleep. And now winter has come: a time of severe frosts, snowstorms, and winds. Nature is beautiful in winter: sleeping fields covered with snow, pure whiteness, sleepy forest. Although in winter it seems that all nature is sleeping, who should we not forget about, guys?
Of course, about birds, about our little helpers. These are sparrows, tits... We must support them on cold days, because it is difficult for them to find food.
Poem by Yu. Prokopovich Sparrow"
Since ancient times, people have followed nature and noticed the characteristics of each season. Truly folk creations are riddles, proverbs, sayings and signs.
Here are 3 proverbs about winter:
December will pave, and nail, and give the sleigh a go.
The month of January is winter, sir.
In January, Father, there are frosts, in February, there are snowstorms.
Guys, give examples of other proverbs about winter.
Well done boys. Now guess the riddles:
Name it guys
A month in this riddle:
His days are the shortest of all days,
Of all nights longer than night.
To the fields and meadows
It snowed until spring.
Only our month will pass,
We are celebrating the New Year.
It stings your ears, it stings your nose,
Frost creeps into felt boots.
If you splash water, it will fall
Not water anymore, but ice.
Not even a bird can fly
The bird is freezing from the frost.
The sun has turned to summer,
What month is this, tell me?
Snow is falling in bags from the sky,
There are snowdrifts around the house.
Those are storms and blizzards
They attacked the village.
The frost is severe at night,
During the day, drops can be heard ringing.
The day has lengthened noticeably.
Well, what month is this?
Now let's listen to your riddles.
Let's see how you deal with the signs now.
Winter is frosty(?) - summer is hot.
Winter is snowy(?) – summer is rainy.
Pillar of smoke(?) - to frost.
A lot of fir cones(?) - to the harvest.
Winter without snow(?) – summer without bread.
Another wonderful Russian poet, S. A. Yesenin, dedicated poems to winter.
(“Winter sings and calls”)
Even in the midst of frost, what time of year do we remember?
Of course, about spring. All these frosts and snowstorms are only for a while, and then spring will come, and all nature will wake up from hibernation.
Guys, do you think there are poets in our Mari region who write about winter?
Yes, this is Nina Zhibrik, Boris Danilov, Zinaida Ermakova and many others. Let's listen to some of them.
And now the students will read their short poems and tales about winter.
Well, today we talked about winter, listened to poems different poets. The life of every person is inextricably linked with nature. It must not only be understood and felt, but also protected. This will show our love for her. And loving nature means loving your homeland. This is the duty of every person.
We end our lesson with a song. ("Three White Horses")
The goal is to cultivate a sense of beauty and love for native nature.
Equipment: paintings by artists about winter, drawings by children, trees made in snow cover.
Good afternoon dear friends! Our meeting today is dedicated to the most amazing, most beautiful time of the year - winter. Everyone loves winter: both adults and children. Artists glorify it in their paintings, they compose songs and poems about it. And all this is because nature in winter is special, it is somehow solemn, majestic, shining with purity and freshness; The air is frosty, the trees are covered in frost and snow. Please look at the pictures about winter, and you will see that winter is a very beautiful time of year.
(Against the background of music there is a slide show - pictures about winter.)
In the worries of a complex life,
In its noisy emptiness.
Far away is the thought of the immutable
Nature's wondrous beauty!
There are a succession of carefree years.
One eyelid is crowded with another.
Kingdoms and peoples changed,
The man has been transformed!..
And you stand unchanged,
You won't fade alone...
Meeting winter
Yesterday morning the rain was knocking on the windows,
The fog rose in clouds above the ground.
The night has passed. It's dawn. There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean, and the river is frozen.
Hello, guest - winter! We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north through forests and steppes.
How many stars are there in the sky at night?
In the bright sparkles of the house.
Hello, white as a swan
Our Russian winter!
Hello Russian pullet.
The beauty is the soul.
Snow-white winch.
Hello, mother - winter!
In autumn over the forest and swamp
The cloud flew by.
The cloud flew low,
A parachutist jumped from it.
And now there’s another behind her,
And the flock is already flying after the flock.
Light snowflakes jumping off
On empty fields and paths,
On a high bank near the river
To the dark corners of the forest
And then into the quiet houses
Winter looked through the windows.
Yes, we love it all beautiful time of the year. According to the calendar, winter lasts three months. Every month of winter is good in its own way. December pleases us with the first frosts and the first snow. January with New Year's holidays and gifts, ice slides and sleds. We love February because it is the last month of winter, and we want to have a lot of ice skating and skiing, play in the snow and make a snow woman.
Song “Winter Months” (with imitation of snow on stage).
First snow
The winter cold smelled across the fields and forests.
They lit up in bright purple sunset sky,
At night the storm raged, and at dawn the village
The first snow fell on the ponds and the deserted garden.
And today over the wide white tablecloth of the fields
We said goodbye to a belated line of geese.
First snow
In the morning I looked at the light:
The yard is dressed for winter.
I opened the doors wide open,
I look into the garden, I can’t believe my eyes
Hey, look, miracles!
There was a cloud above us
It turned out to be underfoot.
Reader 3: (comes up and shakes off the artificial snow from the birch tree).
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels bloomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence.
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn lazily goes around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Song “Three White Horses”
It’s like faithful guards stand for three months, like three brothers guarding their mother’s peace—winter. December got its name back in ancient Rome as “day”, that is, the tenth. More than 2000 years ago it became the 12th month of the year, but did not change its name.
IN ancient Rus' December was named this way: Jelly. He chills the ground, walks around and nails, nails down.
The firstborn of winter, December, is frowning more and more: the shortest days have fallen to its share. Before the day had time to clear up, twilight was already creeping in from all sides, turning into a winter night.
Reader 1: (against the background of a recording of a blizzard, the crunch of snow)
It is not the wind that rages over the forest.
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Frost voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
Forest paths are covered
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water.
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
Reader 2: (against the background of the quiet sound of the phonogram “Snow is spinning”)
The snow is fluttering and spinning.
It's white outside
And puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer.
Today - look -
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow creaks under the skis
Flies like light feathers
And the red-haired bug catches
Cheerful white flies.
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost
And the river glitters under the ice.
Dance: “Waltz of Snowflakes.”
January is a month of big silent snows. This month received its name in honor of the ancient Roman god - Janus, after all. From 45 to new era According to the instructions of Julius Caesar, the New Year began to be celebrated on January 1, and not on March 1, as was customary.
January is the month bright stars, white trails, blue ice. People say about January:
The beginning of the year, the middle of winter.
January - father - frosts.
As the day grows, so does the cold
Winter sneaks into the yard at night
Lots of snow - lots of bread
Lots of water - lots of grass
The snow is deep - the year is good.
Snow is a blanket for wheat.
Song “Winter”
February is a two-faced month: both fierce and sideways. It got its name in honor of the mythical god underground kingdom Februus.
Here are the sayings people have made about this month:
February bends its horn in winter.
February – crooked roads.
February adds three hours of the day.
A crow sits on the top of a tree in the morning and croaks towards the blizzard.
In ancient Rus', February was called “snowfall” and “lute” because of the snow and frost. Having changed this month, it makes friends with blizzards and blizzards.
Our ancestors were observant and knew that the future harvest largely depended on the winter months. Here folk signs and proverbs.
Winter is a storage area for the fields.
The snow is deep - the bread is good.
We prepared for winter ahead of time, because we had to think about food and stock up on warmth. Troubles are always fun, and work is not separated from song and joke. In the winter season there are the most public holidays, which is why they are good because they take place during the frosty, snowy season.
Dance: “Blizzard and Snowdrifts.”
(The blizzard girl dances to the soundtrack of the blizzard, sweeps up snowdrifts.
The snowdrifts come out and dance.)
Blizzard sweeps
And birch and spruce,
Sweeps houses above the rooftops.
Our city is covered in snow,
And Moscow was covered in snow,
And distant French Paris!
We grow and grow
Soon we will be like home
What is called, it seems, a skyscraper.
We have a grandson
He will come to you now -
Newfangled walking snowdrift.
(The snowman comes out and dances with all the snowdrifts).
And how many mysteries about winter. Let's guess them!
There was a blanket, soft, white,
The earth was warm.
The wind blew, the blanket bent.
The sun was hot, the blanket began to flow. (Winter)Who whitewashes the clearings with white?
And writes on the walls with chalk?
Sews down feather beds,
Have you decorated all the windows? ( Freezing)He flies in a white flock
And sparkles on the fly.
He melts like a cool star
On the palm and in the mouth. ( Snow)His days are the shortest of all days,
Of all nights longer than night.
To the fields and meadows
It snowed until spring.
Only that month will pass -
Everyone is celebrating the New Year! ( December)
It stings your ears, it stings your nose,
Moro climbs into felt boots.
If you splash water, it will fall -
Not water anymore, but ice.
Not even a bird can fly
The bird is freezing from the frost.
The sun turned towards summer.
What is the name of this month? ( January)Snow is falling in bags from the sky,
There are snowdrifts in the house.
Those are storms and blizzards
They attacked the villages.
The frost is severe at night.
During the day, drops can be heard ringing.
The day has lengthened noticeably.
What is the name of this month? ( February)Invisible carefully
He comes to me
He draws like an artist
All the patterns on the window
This is maple, and this is willow.
Here is the palm tree in front of me.
How beautifully he draws
Just white paint! ( Freezing)Stands prickly like a hedgehog
In winter in a summer dress.
And he will come to us
On New Year's Eve -
The guys will be happy
The hassle of a cheerful round dance.
They are preparing her outfits ( Christmas tree)
Running along the path
Boards and legs ( Skis)I twist, I twist, I purr,
I don't want to know anyone. ( Blizzard)In the round window
During the day the glass is broken,
In the evening inserted ( Ice hole)Who is never late for anything? ( New Year)
I'm small like a grain of sand
And I cover the ground.
I am made of water, but I fly in the air.
I lie in the fields like feathers,
And like a diamond I shine
In the sun's rays. ( Snow)
A boy was crying at the entrance
- Someone bit my finger!
And the other kid yelled:
- Someone tore my ears!
The third touched his nose and cheeks:
- Who clicked me so painfully?
It became clear to the children
Invisible in the yard. ( Freezing)
So, guys, our idea of winter has come to an end. We wish you the best: health, happiness, plenty of sledding and skating.
(All participants in the performance leave).
Winter sings and echoes
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But apparently she’s cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the dead window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the clear sun
Beauty - spring!
(Participants bow and leave).
