Continuation of the tale of Permyakov, fairy tales. Evgeny Permyak - Magic Colors: A Tale. What proverbs fit Permyak's fairy tale "Magic Colors"
Evgeny Permyak's fairy tale "Magic Colors" for grade 2 students according to the reading program.
Evgeny Permyak. Magic colors
Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the good old people - Father Frost- in the night under New Year brings seven magic colors. With these paints, you can paint whatever you want, and the painted will come to life.
If you want, draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a spaceship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, for example a chair, please ... Draw and sit on it. You can paint anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will wash. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magic colors to the kindest of all the kindest children.
And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of mischief. It is worth, say, to paint a second nose on a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to the dog, the mustache to the chicken, and the hump to the cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will be a mustache, and the cat will be humped.
Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then he chooses which of them to give magic colors.
V last time Santa Claus gave magic colors to one of the kindest of all the kindest boys.
The boy was very happy with the paints and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm shawl for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. A boy painted eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ...
He painted, without unbending, all day and all evening ... He painted on the other, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He painted, wishing people well. I drew until the colors ran out. But...
But no one could use what was drawn. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a rag for cleaning the floors, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, motley and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The eyes for the blind were like two blue blots, and he could not see them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. The roof is on one side. Curved windows. Slant doors ... a bogeyman, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse.
Thus, trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wire legs, cars with some strange round shapes instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ...
So there were thousands of things that could not be used, and people were horrified.
- How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys?
And the boy began to cry. He wanted so much to do happy people, but, not knowing how to draw, he wasted paints in vain.
The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that the kindest of all the kindest old people, Santa Claus, heard him. I heard and returned to him. He came back and put paints in front of the boy.
- Only this, my friend, simple colors ... But they can become magical if you want it ...
So said Santa Claus and left ...
A year has passed ... Two years have passed ... Many, very many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... All his life he painted with simple colors. I painted at home. I painted the faces of people. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he had drawn on paper began to pass into life ...
Many beautiful buildings have appeared, built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. New bridges were thrown from coast to coast ... and no one wanted to believe that all this was painted in simple colors. They were all called magic ...
This happens in this world ... This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or a sewing needle and even with simple clay ... This is how it guarantees with everything that the hands of the greatest wizard of the greatest wizards touch - the hands of a hardworking human ...
Natalia Ilyinichna Gubareva, teacher primary grades MBUOO Secondary School No. 5
Explanatory note : the literary reading program provides for listening lessons and work with children's books from grades 1 - 4, which involves the development of reading activity, when the student is able to perceive the text (listen and hear the literary word, read aloud and silently, study the text or just get acquainted with it) ... Experience shows that the novice reader reads the work he has heard with great interest on his own. This lesson is part of lessons literary reading on the topic "About children and for children." Children are familiar with the author of the work from grade 2, but the text this lesson it is not offered for independent reading, so as not to lose the meaning and logic of using the TCRMCHP method of listening to the text. The strictly defined structure of the lesson and techniques are designed to reveal the creative abilities and non-standard thinking of the student when meeting with Evgeny Permyak's fairy tale "Magic Colors". Therefore, students are offered, before listening to a fairy tale, the construction of the intended text according to the reference words, the title and the forecast of the content of the fairy tale.
Item : Listening and working with children's books. Literary reading.
Lesson type: learning new material.
Theme: About children and for children. E. Permyak "Magic Colors".
Target: create conditions for the development of a full-fledged perception of a fairy tale from the reading circle at the level of understanding the main idea artwork.
Tasks:
Develop speech skills and creative imagination;
To learn to determine the meaning of the events and actions of the heroes, to assess their moral positions, to express their attitude;
To cultivate hard work; the ability to see the beauty in work.
Techniques : TRKMCHP: listening to the text with stops, "tree of predictions", referring to personal experience, reflection "palette", selection of proverbs.
Equipment : a portrait of the writer, an exhibition of the author's books, sheets for students to write a fairy tale, the text of a fairy tale only at the teacher's place, a "palette" drawing (on the board), a "prediction tree" - a drawing of a fir tree (on the board), hearts-stickers for students, pencils, felt-tip pens ...
Planned results :
Subject results
Metasubject results
Personal results
Learns a new work for children.
Learn to highlight main idea works,to understand and explain the moral content of what he read, to correlate the actions of the heroes of the work with moral norms.
Forms a recreational imagination.
It characterizes the features of the listened to a work of art: determines the genre, reveals the sequence of the development of the plot.
Vperceives by ear works of art performed by the teacher.
Answers questions about the content of the work,awakening to evaluate the events, actions of the heroes, demanding to put oneself in the place of the hero of the work, revealing the emotional attitude of the student to the events and heroes of the work.
Listens to classmates' answers to questions on the topic being studied.
Comparesyour answers with the answers of classmates and a statement about the work of art
Valuable refers to work and creativity, a man of labor.
Has the ability to express himself in various creative activities.
Formation in children of self-esteem and an emotionally positive attitude towards themselves and towards others, readiness to express and defend their position, criticality to their actions;
development of life optimism, dedication and perseverance in achieving goals.
During the classes:
Lesson steps
Teacher activity
Student activities
Formation of UUD
Organizing time
Let's wish each other a good mood.
I wish you well today, you wish me well today, we wish each other well. If it is difficult for you, I will help you.
Formation of self-esteem in children and an emotionally positive attitude towards themselves and others
Call stage
What makes “great people” great?
Have there been times in your life when you did something good to another person unselfishly? Let it be something small, but something that made the other person feel good, but you feel good in your soul?
The piece that you will listen to is called Magic Colors. (Put the entry on the board)
What do you think this piece is about?
Try to identify the genre of the piece. Explain.
How do you understand "magic", "magic"?
Sorcery, magic, witchcraft, sorcery, supernatural ability to influence the human world (from the mythological dictionary).
Today you have to be very attentive listening to the new fairy tale by Evgeny Permyak.
You have to write the beginning of the tale using the key words. Writing time - 5 minutes. (Emphasis on timing). Try to use all words:
Santa Claus, New Year, magic colors, draw, kind children, children's hearts, angry boy, angry girl.
The teacher listens to everyone who wants to read the beginning of the tale. Thanks, but does not give an assessment.
An appeal to personal experience.
Predicting the plot of an unfamiliar work increases interest in listening.
Predict content by title.
Fairy tale (word "magic").
Construction of the intended text based on key words before the teacher reads the work.
Children read versions of fairy tales.
We form the ability to create a monologue, participate in a dialogue on a given topic. To master the ability to create a written text, taking into account the characteristics of the listeners.
Content comprehension stage
And here is the beginning of the tale from the author.
Students are invited to listen to the beginning of the tale. (Appendix 1) The teacher reads 1 part of the tale.
First stop
What is unusual about magic colors?
Why does Santa Claus choose the kindest of all the kindest children?
What if you had such magical colors?
Imagine what the kindest boy of all the kindest children can draw?
Reception "Tree of predictions".
Write on the heart - a sticker that is on your desk, stick it on the board (Appendix 2)
Hearing.
Answers questions about the content of the work.
Turning to personal experience
They write that the boy could draw with unusual colors.
Compareshis answers with the answers of classmates and assesses his own and others' statements about the work of art.
Fostering a moral sense and willingness to do positive deeds.
Options are being heard.
Let's continue listening to the fairy tale. (Part 2)
Did your assumptions come true?
Second stop
Why can't you give magic colors to evil children?
Do you always like your drawings? Why?
Do all schoolchildren paint like artists? Why?
Santa Claus has magical colors that were embodied in real things. Imagine, continuing the tale, what happened after the drawings of the kindest boy of all the kindest boys came to life?
Write down the continuation of the tale (3-4 sentences, time - 5 minutes).
We will rest a little, and your fairy tales will wait.
An appeal to personal experience.
Forecasting a fairy tale.
They write down the continuation of the tale.
We form the ability to listen and understand others.
We use thinking skills: assumption, comparison, opposition (good and evil).
We form the ability to formulate our thoughts in writing.
Fizminutka
Santa Claus, Santa Claus,
I froze the nose to children,
I froze my ears
I froze my cheeks.
The hands are chilly
Feet chill
And we will ride along the path
And we will warm ourselves a little.
Formation of a healthy lifestyle
Variants of the tale are heard.
Let's continue hearing. (Part 3 of the tale)
Third stop
What did you learn about the main character?
Why was it impossible to use the drawn by the kindest boy of all the kindest children?
Imagine how people will react to the animated drawings? And Santa Claus? Write it down.
Children read out their continuation of the tale.
Small, did not know how to draw, kind, diligent.
It is not enough to be kind, you still need to know a lot and be able to.
Enhancing causation and personal acquired knowledge
Read your sequels to the tale. The teacher listens to everyone who wants to read their version of the tale.
Listen to the continuation of the tale. (Reading 4 parts of the tale)
Fourth stop
Pay attention, "the boy drew, without unbending, all day and all evening ... on the other, and on the third, and on the fourth day ..."
But did his drawings bring joy to people? Is he to blame for this? Explain.
How would you feel in a similar situation? What is your mood after listening to the continuation of the tale?
Suppose that a boy could draw with simple paints for several years? Write it down.
The boy did not want evil, he just knew little and did not know how much.
An appeal to personal experience.
It was sad, unpleasant, cried, offended, would never paint again.
Writing down the continuation of the tale
They develop the ability to put oneself in the place of the hero of the work, answer questions that reveal the emotional attitude towards the events and heroes of the work.
Education of moral sense.
The answers of the children are heard.
We will continue to listen carefully to the tale. (Reading part 5).
Did your assumptions come true?
Fifth stop
Were these paints really simple? Why do you think so? Explain.
How has drawing with simple colors influenced people's lives? What did people think of the drawings when the boy became an adult?
Did I understand you correctly that simple paints can become magic?
Listen to the ending of the tale. The teacher reads the last part.
What is the meaning of the name of the fairy tale "Magic Colors"?
What helped the boy succeed?
Select for an answer (on the word board):
simple paints,
diligence,
hard work,
kindness,
tenacity
skill
desire to learn to draw
desire to do good to people
He drew ordinary drawings, which began to pass into life.
People didn't believe.
If you draw a lot, then skills will appear, and the drawings will become better at it.
Children listen
What the hands of the greatest wizard of the greatest wizards touch - the hands of a hardworking person - becomes magical. Because it brings benefits and goodness to people.
Personal UUD:
We form the ability to express our attitude towards the heroes, our emotions.
We form the ability to evaluate actions in a life situation.
We form the ability to build a speech utterance based on words.
Reflection stage
How is a fairy tale connected with life? Where in ordinary life could you observe a similar situation?
Will magic help you become “great”?
Choose from the proposed proverbs one that could serve as an epigraph to a fairy tale:
It is not enough to want, you have to be able to.
Patience and work will grind everything.
He who loves to work does not sit around idle.
How did your mood change after hearing the end of the story?
Reception "Palette »:
Draw the "smiley" on sticky paper and place on the "palette" on the board (based on the number of students in the class).
Thank you, I was also interested with you, what a magical palette turned out.
Only work, diligence, perseverance will help a person become a master of his craft
We focus on the idea of the work
It became happy for the boy. He became a real master without magic colors.
Reflection of an emotional state.
Moral and spiritual development:
We form motivation for creative work; development of the skill of working for the result.
Outcome
You have become acquainted with the work of Evgeny Andreevich Permyak (1902 - 1982) "Magic Colors". He wrote many books for and about children. For his young readers he gave a lot of strength and talent. E. Permyak considered hard work and skill to be one of the highest human virtues. (Show author's books).
Read his works, where you will learn to respect the work of people, learn how good in life triumphs over evil.
Selects books for self-reading
Works with help and fiction
Homework.
I suggest you to choose to try yourself in the role of artists - masters:
Write an essay-reasoning "If I had magic colors ...";
New Year is coming soon, you can draw a dream in a drawing, if you had magical colors;
Compose a fairy tale about a sewing needle, clay.
Creates written text: determines the theme of your future written statements (about what I would like to say), the main idea of the statement (which is the most important in my story).
ANNEX 1
Evgeny Permyak
Once in a hundred years, the kindest of all the kindest old people - Santa Claus - brings seven magic colors on New Year's Eve. With these paints, you can paint whatever you want, and the painted will come to life. If you want, draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want - draw a ship and sail on it ... Or a spaceship - and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, for example, a chair, please ... Draw and sit on it. You can paint anything with magic paints, even soap, and it will wash. Therefore, Santa Claus brings magic colors to the kindest of all the kindest children. And this is understandable ... If such paints fall into the hands of an evil boy or an evil girl, they can do a lot of mischief. It is worth, say, to paint a second nose on a person with these paints, and he will be two-nosed. It is worth adding horns to a dog, a mustache to a chicken, and a hump to a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will have a mustache, and the cat will have a humpbacked one. Therefore, Santa Claus checks the hearts of children for a very long time, and then he chooses which of them to give magic colors.
For the last time, Santa Claus presented magic colors to one of the kindest of the kind boys. The boy was very happy with the paints and immediately began to draw. Draw for others. Because he was the kindest of all the kindest boys. He drew a warm shawl for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a new hunting rifle for his father. A boy drew eyes for a blind old man, and a big, big school for his comrades ... He drew without unbending all day and all evening ... He drew on the other, and on the third, and on the fourth day ... He drew, wishing people well. I drew until the colors ran out. But…
But no one could use what was drawn. The handkerchief drawn by the grandmother looked like a rag for cleaning the floors, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, motley and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The eyes for the blind were like two blue blots, and he could not see them. And the school, which the boy painted very diligently, turned out to be so terrible that they were afraid to come close to it. Falling walls. The roof is on one side. Curved windows. Slant doors ... a bogeyman, not a house. They did not want to take the ugly building even for a warehouse. Thus, trees appeared on the street, similar to old panicles. There were horses with wire legs, cars with some strange rounds instead of wheels, airplanes with heavy wings, electric wires as thick as a log, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... So there were thousands of things that could not be used, and people were horrified.
How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys? And the boy began to cry. He so wanted to make people happy, but not being able to draw, he wasted paints in vain. The boy was crying so loudly and inconsolably that the kindest of all the kindest old people, Santa Claus, heard him. I heard and returned to him. He came back and put paints in front of the boy.
Only this, my friend, simple colors ... But they can become magical if you want it ... So said Santa Claus and left ...
A year has passed ... Two years have passed ... Many, many years have passed. The boy became a young man, then an adult, and then an old man ... All his life he painted with simple colors. I painted at home. I painted the faces of people. Clothes. Aircraft. Bridges. Railway stations. Palaces ... And the time has come, happy days have come, when what he painted on paper began to pass into life ... Many beautiful buildings appeared, built according to his drawings. Wonderful planes flew. New bridges were thrown from coast to coast ... And no one wanted to believe that all this was painted with simple colors. All of them were called magic….
In one big house some parents had a boy, a very good and kind boy. He had a lot of toys, he had beautiful books with bright pictures... He went to kindergarten. And the boy's name was Vitya. And everything would be fine with this boy. If only ... But I will tell you everything in order ...
Once Vitya came from the kindergarten very upset. He didn’t play with his toys, he didn’t look at his books. He went up to mom, hugged her and quietly said:
- I probably won't go to kindergarten anymore. I'd rather be alone at home all day.
- Why so? Has something happened, Vitya? And why are you so upset? Has someone offended you?
- The boys are teasing. Vitya - Neumitya, Vitya - Neumitya ...
- Why are they teasing you?
- Because I can't draw. They can, but I can’t. They are already drawing cars, houses, and airplanes. But I can't do anything. I guess I'm not like that.
And Vitya sniffed resentfully.
- Why not like that? You are so! You are the same as everyone else. And for me you are the most good boy in the world. And we will learn to draw with you. So I finish cooking dinner, and we will sit next to you and draw. Good?
- No. I've tried it a hundred times already. Probably as a child I fell from the balcony and hit my head. I hit it very hard.
- Why do you think so? You did not fall from any balcony. And who told you such nonsense?
- Dad said.
- Well, he was joking. And I’ll seriously talk to him in the evening, whether he himself fell from somewhere in childhood.
In the evening, my mother took out pencils, paper, felt-tip pens.
- Look, Vitya, this is grass, this is trees, this is a house in the forest. Here is the sun, a cloud. And these are birds flying across the sky.
- South. Here, try it yourself.
- No, I won't even try. I can never do that. I’ll just screw it up.
And Vitya pushed the paper aside.
- What do we do? The situation is really serious.
Mom removed the drawings, but then conspiratorially said:
I know what to do. You need to find a magic store and buy magic paints there.
- Is there a magic store?
- Of course it happens. Where do you think you can buy a hat - invisibility or a carpet - an airplane? In the magic shop, of course.
- Or maybe we'd better buy an invisibility hat right away?
- Well, no, Vitya. I don’t have enough money for the invisibility hat. How much does it cost! But I think I can master the magic colors.
- When will you buy them for me?
- As soon as I find out where we have a magic store in the city, I'll buy it.
And then one day my mother announced to Vita:
- I got real magic paints. I even had enough money for a small magic brush. Vitya, holding his breath, watched as his mother took the coveted box out of her bag. He, not believing in his happiness, with his hands trembling with excitement, accepted this box, pressed it to his chest and whispered:
- Are they really magical?
- Of course. And it is written on them: “FABULOUS honey paints”. And do you know who sold them to me? A real magician. In a big hat, pink gloves and a blue cloak.
- Mom, can I open the box?
- Of course. Let's see.
Vitya opened the box. It had seven colors: red, orange, yellow, green, white, blue and purple.
- So beautiful. Do you want, Vitya, we will check them right now?
- No, not now. Later.
- And when then? When do we want to draw something wonderful? Anything unusual?
And Vitya put his magic paints on the shelf, where he had the most expensive things - river stones, a shell and broken soldiers.
And then one day ... Vitya was at home. Not because I got sick, it was just Sunday. Dad went to the garage, Mom was baking pies in the kitchen. It was raining outside the window. But not a simple sad rain. And cheerful summer rain.
There was a wonderful big puddle under the window of the Vitin House. It was with her that the neighboring boys started a fuss. They threw stones into the puddle and laughed. The rain drove the boys into the entrance, but they still jumped out into the rain and, having reached the puddle and throwing a stone into it, rushed like an arrow under the canopy of the front door.
Vitya went out onto the balcony to better see what was happening in the yard.
Now the rain is over. The sky cleared, and the dazzling sun flooded everything around with a joyful pure light.
Vitya looked after the flying cloud - at the juicy green of the grass, at the swallows soaring high into the sky, at the boys by the big wonderful puddle in the yard. And my mother was busy in the kitchen over pies. No, no, I looked at what Vitya was doing on the balcony. After all, still a child.
She put the pies in the oven. The dough today turned out to be airy, it even squeaked when she rolled it out.
- Mama! Mama! Rainbow! Run here quickly! Look what a rainbow!
Mom went to Vita on the balcony and with him froze in mute amazement. A huge multicolored rainbow ran across the sky from forest to river.
- What a miracle, Vitya! What's the beautiful! But it will soon melt. Now, if only to draw it! Where are our magic colors?
Mom brought paper, paints, a jar of water, laid it all out on a stool in front of Vitya. Vitya squatted down.
- Will I succeed?
- It will work out. Draw. Start with red.
Vitya took a brush in his hands, dipped it in water, then in red paint, and ran a red arched strip through the sheet.
- Now take the orange paint.
- How's the orange?
- Like an orange.
And Vitya drew an orange arc side by side.
- And now?
- And now it's yellow.
- Yellow as a chicken?
- Yellow as a chicken.
And on the paper lay the third, yellow stripe.
- The next one is green.
- Green like grass?
- Green as grass.
- And now what?
- And now it's blue. But it's a pity we don't have blue. Well, well, let's get the blue one.
The blue stripe lay next to the green one.
- Well, the last one is purple. Here, look, Vitya, what you did. A real rainbow. How alive. And you drew it yourself.
- Mom, so what does this come out? What do I mean now, I can draw myself? Can I do it myself?
- Of course you can. After all, you yourself painted the rainbow. So pretty.
- So, now I can draw cars, planes, birds, and flowers?
- Of course you can. After all, you now have magic colors. You will succeed, Vitya.
- Will it work out? How great, Mom!
Since then, Vitya has never come from kindergarten upset.
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An unusual story about how hard work can turn even the most ordinary colors into magic. The boy did not know how to paint and ruined a lot of colors. However, with perseverance, he learned to paint beautifully and became an artist.
Magic colors read
Once in a hundred years, on New Year's Eve, the kindest of all the kindest old people, Santa Claus, brings seven magic colors. With these paints, you can paint whatever you want, and the painted will come to life.
If you want, draw a herd of cows and then graze them. If you want, draw a ship and sail on it. Or a starship and fly to the stars. And if you need to draw something simpler, for example a chair, please. Draw and sit on it.
Santa Claus brings these colors to the kindest of all the kindest children. And this is understandable. If such paints fall into the hands of an angry boy or girl, they can do a lot of trouble. They will give the person a second nose, and the person will be two-nosed. They will draw horns for a dog, a mustache for a chicken, and a hump for a cat, and the dog will be horned, the chicken will have a mustache, and the cat will have a humpback.
Therefore, Santa Claus takes a very long time to choose which of the children to give magic colors.
The last time he gave them to a very kind boy. The kindest of the kindest.
The boy was very happy with the gift and immediately began to draw. He drew a warm scarf for his grandmother, an elegant dress for his mother, and a hunting rifle for his father. For a blind old man, a boy painted eyes, and for his comrades - a big, big school.
But no one could use what was drawn. The handkerchief for the grandmother looked like a rag for cleaning the floors, and the dress drawn by the mother turned out to be so crooked, colorful and baggy that she did not even want to try it on. The gun was no different from the club. The eyes for the blind were like two blue blots, and he could not see them. And the school, which the boy drew very diligently, turned out to be so ugly that they were even afraid to come close to it.
Trees that looked like panicles appeared in the street. There were horses with wiry legs, cars with crooked wheels, houses with falling walls and side roofs, fur coats and coats with one sleeve longer than the other ... There were thousands of things that could not be used. And people were horrified:
- How could you do so much evil, the kindest of all the kindest boys ?!
And the boy began to cry. He wanted so much to make people happy! .. But he did not know how to draw and only wasted paints in vain.
The boy was crying so loudly that he was heard by the kindest of all the kindest old people - Santa Claus. I heard, and returned to him, and put a new box of paints in front of the boy:
- Only this, my friend, simple paints. But they can also become magical if you really want to.
So said Santa Claus and left.
And the boy thought. How to make simple paints magical and so that they please people, and not bring them misfortune? The kind boy took out a brush and began to paint.
He drew, without unbending, all day and all evening. He painted on the other, and on the third, and on the fourth day. I drew until the colors ran out. Then he asked for new ones.
A year has passed ... Two years have passed ... Many, many years have passed. The boy became an adult, but he still did not part with the colors. His eyes became sharp-sighted, his hands were skillful, and now instead of crooked houses with falling walls, tall, light buildings flaunted in his drawings, and instead of dresses that looked like sacks, bright, elegant clothes.
The boy did not notice how he became a real artist. He painted everything that was around, and what no one had ever seen: planes that looked like huge arrows, and ships that looked like planes, air bridges and glass palaces.
People looked at his drawings with surprise, but no one was horrified. On the contrary, everyone was happy and admired.
What wonderful pictures! What magical colors! - they said, although the colors were the most ordinary.
The pictures were really so good that people wanted to bring them to life. And then happy days came when what was drawn on paper began to pass into life: palaces made of glass, and air bridges, and winged ships ...
It happens in this world. This happens not only with paints, but also with an ordinary ax or sewing needle, and even with simple clay. This happens to everything that the hands of the greatest of the greatest wizards touch - the hands of a hardworking, persistent person.
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Pichugin Bridge - E.A. Permyak
An instructive story about what a real feat is. So the boy Sema Pichuga built a bridge across the river from logs and poles. And this bridge was named Pichugin. Much time has passed since then, the bridge was replaced with a stone one, ...
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Blind horse - Ushinsky K.D.
An interesting story about a rich merchant and his horse. In the ancient Slavic city, the merchant Usedom lived and he had a horse, Catching the Wind. Once robbers attacked the merchant, but a faithful friend saved his master. However, the payment for ...
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Winter summer-1. Winter summer - Bianki V.V.
First-grader Mike came to visit her grandparents-forester for the New Year. The teacher at school explained to the children that there are no fairy tales and Mike no longer believed in Santa Claus and the fairy tale, which made her grandmother very upset ...
Visiting Mother Meadows
Harris D.Ch. 
One day Brother Rabbit and Brother Turtle came to visit Mother Meadows. They chatted merrily and laughed at Brother Fox. They did not know that he was standing outside the door and hears everything. Away ...
Wolf Brother's Failure
Harris D.Ch. 
One day Brother Wolf proposed to Brother Fox a plan on how to capture Brother Rabbit. Brother Fox had to pretend to be dead and lie at home without moving. But Brother Rabbit cannot be fooled so easily. Wolf Brother's failure to read - Probably ...
How Brother Wolf got into trouble
Harris D.Ch. 
Once Brother Wolf ran to Brother Rabbit with a request to hide him in the house from the dogs that were chasing him. Rabbit closed the Wolf in a box and decided to teach a lesson for all his dirty tricks. How Brother Wolf got ...
Charushin E.I. 
The story describes the young of various forest animals: wolf, lynx, fox and deer. Soon they will become big handsome beasts. In the meantime, they play and play naughty, charming, like any kids. Wolf The Wolf lived in the forest with his mother. Gone ...
Who lives how
Charushin E.I. 
The story describes the life of a wide variety of animals and birds: a squirrel and a hare, a fox and a wolf, a lion and an elephant. Grouse with grouse A grouse walks in the clearing, protects chickens. And they are swarming, looking for food. Flying is not yet ...
Torn Eye
Seton-Thompson 
A story about the rabbit Molly and her son, who was nicknamed Torn Eye after a snake attacked him. Mom taught him the wisdom of survival in nature and her lessons were not in vain. Torn ear to read Near the edge ...
Animals of hot and cold countries
Charushin E.I. 
Small interesting stories about animals living in different climatic conditions: in the hot tropics, in the savannah, in the northern and southern ice, in the tundra. Lion Beware, zebras are striped horses! Watch out, swift antelopes! Watch out, cool wild buffaloes! ...
What is the favorite holiday of all the guys? Of course, New Year! On this magical night, a miracle descends on the earth, everything sparkles with lights, laughter is heard, and Santa Claus brings long-awaited gifts. Dedicated to the New Year great amount poetry. V …
In this section of the site you will find a selection of poems about the main wizard and friend of all children - Santa Claus. About good grandfather many poems have been written, but we have selected the most suitable for children 5,6,7 years old. Poems about ...
Winter has come, and with it fluffy snow, blizzards, patterns on the windows, frosty air. The guys rejoice at the white flakes of snow, take out skates and sledges from the far corners. Work is in full swing in the courtyard: they are building a snow fortress, an ice slide, sculpting ...
A selection of short and memorable poems about winter and New Year, Santa Claus, snowflakes, a Christmas tree for junior group kindergarten. Read and study short poems with children 3-4 years old for matinees and New Years. Here …
1 - About the baby bus who was afraid of the dark
Donald Bisset 
A fairy tale about how a mother-bus taught her baby-bus not to be afraid of the dark ... About a baby-bus who was afraid of the dark to read Once upon a time there was a baby-bus. He was bright red and lived with his dad and mom in the garage. Every morning …
2 - Three kittens
V.G. Suteev 
A little fairy tale for the little ones about three fidgety kittens and their funny adventures. Young children love short stories with pictures, which is why Suteev's fairy tales are so popular and loved! Three kittens read Three kittens - black, gray and ...
3 - Hedgehog in the fog
Kozlov S.G. 
The tale of the Hedgehog, how he walked at night and got lost in the fog. He fell into the river, but someone carried him to the bank. It was a magical night! Hedgehog in the fog to read Thirty mosquitoes ran into the clearing and began to play ...
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