Trutnev read in his native land. Literary evening “I am proud of my homeland. "I will open the old gate ..."

© Andrey Shalamov, 2016

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To readers

Hello my dear! I am glad that while reading my poems, you share with me the love for the Great Poetry. This is the second complete collection, the first was released in 2012 and was called “Lyrics. Favorites ".

The title of this book "In native land and breathes freely ... "was not chosen by chance, I wanted to say good things in verse about my native land, the Nizhny Novgorod region, where I was born and raised. This collection contains poems about the city where I now live, the village where I spent my childhood, a lot of landscape lyrics and observation poems. I love my Motherland, the Nizhny Novgorod Territory, the beautiful Volga, probably all this determined the choice of works that were included in this collection.

All my poems, and there are already more than 500 of them, can still be found on my page on the Internet at the site "Poems.ru - Site of Contemporary National Poetry"

With kind and best wishes, yours, Andrey Shalamov

In his native land and breathes freely ...

At home and breathe freely
And there are no sweeter smells of intoxicating
Chamomile with cornflowers, how freely
The carpets of living meadows are spread out.

The earth caresses the feet with silks of grasses,
I love, as if in childhood, barefoot
Walk in the meadows carelessly without a road
To the forgotten world that is so familiar to the soul.

Cow herd in black and white spots
In the hum of sleepy velvet bumblebees,
And the sky is covered with white patchy clouds ...
And somewhere ... at the edge ... a nightingale ....

In the native land, everything is close and familiar
And there are no sweeter rivers and fields,
Where did the boy run away from home
V distant childhood my memory ...

My city ...

My city - today you are drunk and a little tired
From the stream of cars and people in a hurry,
You worked all day today and did a lot,
You, like everyone else in the world, also have a soul.

You covered with your houses, heating many lives,
Gave shelter and protection to holy human love,
You are glorified for centuries, you are called, simply, Lower,
You are tired today, rest, extinguish all the lights.

Let the trees serenade you in the night
Let the warmth warm you from heated houses,
Sleep well, silence will be your reward,
And on a milky morning, the dawn will wake up with love.

Well, with the first ray, it's fun again in the vanity of everyday life,
Helping all of us to live in soul in unity with you,
We choose our own path, it is difficult and difficult for everyone,
We are your townspeople, our city, our Nizhny native ...

Volga-mother, Russian mother ...

A glance caresses the vastness of boundaries,
You appease all my sorrows
Light the sky with light from the lightning.

Volga, coast, flooded meadows,
Forests and fields one after another
The sky is wide, the clouds are painted,
This is the Motherland, I grew up here.

Volga, shore, river coolness,
The evening is languid ... the song of the nightingale,
In the dark night ... the rain of stars,
In the morning ... in pink dress... dawn.

Volga, coast, spacious distances,
You can tell a lot about her,
After all, it was not for nothing that they called her,
Volga is a mother, a Russian mother.

Today I am again in the white-trunk forest ...

Today I am again in the white-trunk forest
In the waves of green crowns gilding spilled,
How selflessly I love in Russia
The white-trunk miracle is a gift from nature.

I feel good in the forest, peace and quiet
Lull the soul in the forest cradle,
I'll snuggle up my bare head
To the white-barrel miracle that was sung in the songs.

Give me strength birch, my dear,
All in an intricate knot of leaves and branches,
The native land is painfully underfoot,
Here is the parental land and the traditions of the ancestors.

Today I am again in the white-trunk forest,
Although I don't often go to the bosom of nature,
I hurry to birch paradise with my heart,
Only here to feel the sweet air of freedom.

Where there is no falsehood and evil, there are no boundaries and shackles,
Where you breathe freely, from edge to edge,
I keep in my heart love for Russia,
Dedicating poetry to the white-baked birch.

Carefree traveler

The sky is frozen in gray-blue
The clouds hung low
It smelled like an imminent downpour
That brought from afar.

Bright birches drooped
All the leaves have shrunk on the branches,
Afraid of being hurt by thunderstorms
By the thrust of a violent wave.

Clouds rush from afar
Thunderstorm is thundering
And the wind is squalling and mighty
Left the brakes somewhere.

He rampages and dances again
On the roofs of collapsed houses
In a thunderstorm he is strong, rude and important,
The owner of the streets and courtyards.

I love fleeting in summer
A gust of wind and thunderstorms
Knock down the heat drowsy sleep
Cool rain tears.

The strong wind blows away quickly
Lead system of rainy clouds,
The city is stifling and dusty
Cold rainwater.

And then the sun with a bright shine,
And the world seemed to be resurrected
Forget about the impudent wind,
Careless traveler of heaven ...

Dreams in the rain

The sky is blue-black,
In wet drops of rain
The cloud is falling
And creeps on me.

Covers half the city
And you can't see a single zgi,
And goosebumps
They ran. Freeze

Under the canopy of the little shop,
Where they sell old stuff
The seller there is a girl
We often drink tea with her.

And we chat about the street
About familiar guys
And about the films of Kusturica,
And about the late sunset ...

The element died out in an instant,
And the rains carried away
The sun threw a glare of light,
It got warm again.

And from the shop until the evening
I will not leave again
I'll listen to the girl
And to dream of something ...

Nizhny Novgorod mine

Nizhny Novgorod is mine, for me you are, of course, fate,
Here, all the people, and maybe the walls, will always help me.

I know every stone on the walls of the gray-haired Kremlin,
It is free to breathe here on the vast expanses of the Volga,
Painfully native land under my feet,
That will always remind us of the Motherland, faith and duty.

I love my city, it is marvelously beautiful in its own way,
Walls and towers are reflected in the waters of the powerful river,
And a wonderful motive spreads over the Volga with the Oka
That lyrical Sormovskaya song, dear and home.

Domes gilded with fire on the green hills,
Guarding the peace of our third Volga capital,
Our main value has always been our deeds,
That page to page is inscribed in history in blood.

The whistle of the steamer will fly over the river wave,
Scaring away flocks of seagulls, whose voice is loud and clear,
Nizhny Novgorod is mine, a glorious city and, indeed, dear,
Previously, they simply called you closed and Gorky.

I look with love at the houses frozen in stone
To the masses of bridges that cut the city like arrows
My Nizhny Novgorod, where is winter today,
Nizhny Novgorod is mine, frozen, winter and white.

I receive communion with my homeland

Our wonderful homeland
The lush green of the forests
Dal - infinitely heavenly
Always at the mercy of the winds.
Gold of the endless field
In the waves of tight ears,
Red hats of the harvesters,
As if there are irons in the fields ...
Blue satin cornflower blue
Rivers and endless lakes
Meadow, infinitely familiar -
Carpet in cute daisies ...
Silk rustle of birches
Touched by the wind slightly
A sketch of our side
Visible directly from the window ...
How i love to enjoy
The view of the surrounding plains
Like drinking water
The air of cornfields and hollows ...
Smells like something special
What does not smell anywhere else,
In London, Varna and Lahti -
Everything is different everywhere ...
I know always coming back
From the bustle of cities
I receive communion with my homeland,
Here is my life and love ...

I want your soul to rise again with love

You and I are slaves
All our habits and our sins
We are used to living to our best, never regretting anything,
We are of course weak
And we are afraid of wrong steps
Erecting idols into the absurd mausoleum's mouth.

We are afraid of fate
The frankness of stuck together dreams
Burning through my whole life somehow and, stone soul,
We do not hear the pleading
Walking blindly into the luxury of palaces
Frank pleas that the soul sends, pitying.

How is it, you and me
Dissolved within days
Our soul was long ago shattered into a hundred pieces,
Just became a crowd
Gray mass and it hurts
To understand that soullessness is both disgusting and tart.

Dust yourself off and find
Your strength in a drooping soul
This power is in love, because it has not disappeared anywhere,
Who offended, I'm sorry,
Don't look for your life in a mirage
I want your soul to be resurrected with love.

"I will open the old gate ..."

I will open the old gate
In the dawn hour of the milky dawn,
I will give you a bouquet of daisies
Me collected on the edge of the summer.

I will hear the cry of a rooster asleep,
That guarded the peace at night,
Horn for collecting Pavlushka the shepherd,
A funny cow hero.

We parted just five minutes ago
And it seems that the century has passed,
I'm drowning in your eyes again
Calling to the senses of beautiful flowers.

You will cling to your lips, I will sigh from tenderness,
The soul will rise as a bird in the skies,
And the heart will listen to the silence
Love given to us together ...

Great is the Poet and the Man ...

(To Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin)

Forgotten lines of the string ...
Mist will connect in verses,
The connection of the elements
Love and fidelity of the page ...

Is Pushkin Forgotten? - Not forgotten,
Great and regal, road
His poetry is from God
Pierced our way of life and life.

I dream of getting to Boldino,
Walk through the park and the alleys
With reverence, shy,
Touching its edges to its fullest.

Find that oak tree and chain on it
Breathe in that poet's air
And meet the first ray of dawn
Washed in the gentle rain

Great is the Poet and the Man,
He is the son of the Decembrist era,
He is the pillar of Russian poetry
And the genius of the past forever ...

Granny

The spindle itself spins tirelessly
And rides with a light knock on the hut,
Long years, and my grandmother is dreaming of me
She played a role in my destiny.

Bowed back, calloused hands
Eyes that were full of love
All the severities of war, and hunger all the torment
The weak lay on your shoulders.

Volga region, poverty, war and hard times
They bent, but did not conquer the spirit,
And my grandmother was light for a song, to sing,
And sang to support everyone around.

And that song flowed, flew across the open spaces
In spite of the war, and hunger with misfortune,
She taught us herself: “Do not believe the conversations,
That everyone is dissatisfied with their fate. "

“There is water in the well, and there is a crust of bread,
And apples, and a field with quinoa ",
And if there is no water, it will heat a lot of snow,
The order in the house is simply golden.

And they always lived like this, and there was happiness in the house,
She taught us - "Be kind!"
She loved both grandchildren and children madly,
But once she said to me: "I am going to die."

“I'm not afraid of death, because you are my inheritance,
I will bequeath to you - to do good! "
I remembered forever, I remembered from childhood
Words ... simple, spindle ... thread ...

White sail

White sail on blue azure
Visible to everyone from afar.
He is born from the splash of the sea from the storm,
He was born as from a drop of a river.

Anyone can see the white sail
A mysterious breeze is driving you
You rush on the gray sea
In a halo of sparkling spray.

You fly full of the wind of dreams
Illuminated by the glow of the day
The road of searches is before you,
Will you take me with you ...

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Tatiana Malygina
Literary evening "I am proud of my homeland"

Literary evening"I AM proud of my homeland»

Goals: foster a sense of patriotism, pride in the country, instill a sense of love for native land, foster a respectful attitude towards the older generation.

Registration: drawings, poems, a story about homeland of Yu... Yakovlev, collections of poems by A. Tarkhanov, M. Shulgin, M. Vagatova, R. Rugin.

The song is playing "Where does it begin Homeland»

The course of the event.

Leading:

In a large country, each person has his own little corner - a village, a street, a house where he is was born... This is his little one homeland... And our common, great Homeland.

Homeland starts at your doorstep. She is huge and beautiful.

Homeland is always with you wherever you live. And everyone has one. Like Mom.

Motherland is the mother of its people... She is proud of her sons and daughters, takes care of them; and comes to the rescue, gives strength.

We love Homeland... And to love Homeland means to live one life with her.

My dear country is wide,

There are many forests, fields and rivers in it

I don’t know such an arc,

Where man breathes so freely.

Grigory Lazarev.

Sun of happiness and freedom

Shines my motherland.

Russian, Khanty - all peoples,

We are friends like one family.

Russian, Khanty, Nenets - brothers

We are equal in our rights

We are all happy in our arms

Our mother country.

E. Trutneva "In the native land!"

How good it is in the native land!

You are the happiest in the world.

In the gardens, the starlings sing to you,

The warm wind is friends with you,

Sunny spring hare

It bursts into your window,

Sweet honey in the fragrant hive!

And how many forest berries

Will you collect in a basket in the summer?

Sweet honey in a fragrant hive

The bee has been saving you all summer.

Greets the new year with you

Your forest guest is a tree.

They are waiting for you in the land of your beloved

Hiking, games and science,

And every step you take is taken care of

Her caring hands!

Leading: A. M. Sengepov "Ma muvyam"

Mon's lamp anya mov

Art tahiin vantsum ma.

An pa wantsum tamas mov-

ma samemn isa luv.

Vesum voshn, crucian rap,

Muipa seing seras pann.

Rat moviem, nangat namlam,

Samm husya isa tileam.

Khanty yokhlan iski mov,

tovi ity sying luv.

Rusyang, hantang, lehsang mov

Arsar tas si tile luv.

Asev lamp wutang mov:

Wentang, Hulang, Tasyang Luv

Laskam samup hantang mov

MA SAMEMN ISA LUV.

N. Polyakova « my motherland»

-What means: my motherland?

You ask. I will answer:

From the beginning of the path the earth

Runs towards you.

Then the garden will beckon you

Each fragrant branch.

Then you will see a slender row

Multi-storey houses.

Then the bus is blue

And the train is long, long

The train leaves the edge of the steppe

With title: Tselinny.

Then the wheat fields

Edge to edge.

All this - Your homeland,

Your native land.

The older you get and the stronger

All the more before you

She's tempting ways

Trustingly will reveal.

A. Prokofiev

Not in the world Homeland sweeter.

Sounds "Song of Kazyma"

Leading:

I love cedar thickets

And the steeps of native shores

And sledges in the wake of the departing

In the silent gave snow.

Mikul Shulgin

Winter forest

In silver fire

My cedar forest

His head reached the gray skies.

He is chest-deep in snow

Like a white hare.

And he matches

Moonlight like chalk.

He's just a forest

He is a universal bridge;

The crowns are here in the ground

The crowns are there, among the stars.

The forest froze sensitively,

As if waiting for a miracle

Its long rumble goes along the trunks.

Chu! Deer run

Loud talk suddenly.

Hey, sit down, I'll give you a ride!

Hey, don't hesitate, friend!

I. Nikitin "Noise, noise, green forest"

Leading: I. Ernykhov "Ma muvyaem"

Wusty Karup Wenshet,

Nersi hashup ppanat,

Nuwi sayup rap

Isa manam moslat.

Longsn pitum wenshi

Lap Kivartum Sumat,

Mui Huramat Waitlan

There, yukhat, throw yourself!

Nyara pitum sumatle,

Vari honang nangk pai,

Lor wut pelak ehum,

Vasya pa uwang pusl.

Johan honang kurtat,

Sanghm uhapat vlshat -

Sit ma muvem takhet,

Sam pitum movie.

Leading: Our country is wide and immense. The nature of our the edges: Plains and mountains, forests and steppes, lakes and rivers

Prokopy Saltykov "North"

Lakes, lakes,

Lakes without an edge

The buckets are blue,

The water is blue.

Yes thickets are rare

Curl up in a flash

May you be poor, north,

Grass and foliage.

Let you take as a friend

Blizzards and blizzards

Snowy land.

And yet, and still

You're the most loved one.

Stern comrade,

My father dear

"Swans"

Shining with its snowy plumage,

A wild flock stretches to the north.

I hear in a soft, yearning cry

Apparently, their dear side is dearer to them

Paradise of someone else's, cheerful paradise ...

Comic Khanty sounds "Song of the Mouse"

Leading:

We love to laugh

Ride on sleds, on the white snow in winter

And honestly, from a big frost

We go home reluctantly

Let the red sun

It shines for us in the window,

It touches the eyes with rays

We are children of the north

On our planet

We have a lot of friends.

Roman Rugin "Duma of the North"

Ivan Surikov "Childhood"

This is my village

Here is my home,

Here I am rolling in a sled

Steep on the mountain.

Here the sled has rolled,

And I'm on the side - bang!

Swaying head over heels

Downhill, into a snowdrift.

And boy friends

Standing over me.

They laugh merrily at my misfortune.

All face and hands

He covered me with snow ...

I'm in a snowdrift, grief,

And the guys laugh.

Leading:

Quiz

1. Name our Homeland?

2. Name our capital Homeland?

3. What do you represent when the word is spoken « Homeland?»

4. Competition "Remember the proverbs"

5. How do you yourself answer question: "What means my motherland» ?

6. An excerpt from a poem:

Mon's lamp anya mov

Art tahiin vantsum ma.

An pa wantsum tamas mov-

7. Name the writers and poets who write about Homeland?

8. Translate words into Khanty language:

(river, lake, water, sky)

Leading:

T. Teneva "Veterans"

These people are fallen leaves ...

They can't fly on the branches.

Though thoughts are wise and transcendental -

Death is obvious and everyday.

They contain fragments of forgotten battles,

They contain excerpts from the book of destinies ...

Time cast them out of steel.

Is their feat ridiculous?

We defended it. Saved. Revived.

All peoples managed to unite.

Where else was the Fatherland so loved,

To pay for love with your life?

I look into these honest faces

With a sense of vague guilt.

And I want to bow to the ground

To the generation of a terrible war.

Their fateful winds carried:

So, by chance, they brought it here ...

Old people are the conscience of Russia

They fall ... But they have sprouted in us.

I love you the vastness of the epic land,

Your lakes and rivers are blue.

The mountains are the darkness and the whiteness of the plain,

Tall forest and low grass.

The song is playing "How healthy that we are all gathered here".

Full name of the educational institution:(including region and locality) Perm Territory, the city of Perm Municipal autonomous educational institution "Average comprehensive school No. 28 "

Subject: Extracurricular Reading

Topic: Writers of our region for children.

Class: 2

Educational and methodological support:, Boykina reading. Work programs. 1-4 grades. Moscow: Enlightenment, 2013 Lesson developments in literary reading for the educational complex "School of Russia" Moscow: Waco 2013 Literary reading... Textbook. Grade 2 (comp.,) Moscow: Education, 2013

Lesson implementation time: 45 minutes

The purpose of the lesson: to acquaint students with the works of Perm writers, with biographies of Perm writers; to form interest in books, desire and ability to consciously choose and read them

Lesson Objectives:

Educational

Expand the students' understanding of the literature of their native land,

· Teach to work with books,

Develop the ability to think and feel,

Formulate a sustained interest in books,

· Develop a habit of in-depth reading.

Developing

Develop the speech of students,

The ability to understand and verbally express their own attitude to the work,

· Artistic, creative and cognitive abilities; emotional responsiveness when reading works.

Educational

Foster a feeling of love, respect for the native land

· To enrich the moral experience and develop the moral feelings of students.

To introduce children to literature as the art of words, to understand what makes literature fiction,

Lesson type: Lesson in assimilation of new knowledge

Lesson form: Lesson - staging

Equipment:

Exhibition of books by Perm writers, an exhibition of books written by students, an exhibition of drawings, portraits of writers, a map of the Perm region.

Preliminary work:

Reading stories, fairy tales, poems by Perm writers, illustrating the works you like, trying out the pen: creating your own books, participating in a poetry competition, meeting with writers: A. Zelenin, A. Polyanskaya

Lesson plan:

During the classes

1. Organizational moment

2. Statement of the goal and objectives of the lesson. Motivation learning activities students.

Poem(read by a student in Russian national costume)

« In the native land "

Everything for you in your native land!
You are happier than everyone in the world
In the gardens, the starlings sing to you,
The May wind is friends with you.

Sunny spring hare
It bursts into your window,
And how many forest berries
You will collect in a basket in the summer.

Sweet honey in a fragrant hive
The bee has been saving you all summer.
Greets the New Year with you
Your forest guest is a tree.

They are waiting for you in the land of your beloved
Hiking, games and science.
And every step you take is taken care of
Her caring hands!

F. Trutnevoy

Evgenia Fedorovna Trutneva (1884-1959). Famous children's poet. She was brought up by foster parents.
After graduating from the gymnasium in Perm in 1904, she worked in the office of the Perm railroad, secretary and class teacher at the Perm women's gymnasium named after. Since 1931 she worked at the Pedagogical Institute, first as a librarian, then as a laboratory assistant at the department.

She began to write poetry back in her gymnasium years.
During the Great Patriotic War, in charge of the literary department of the Perm Puppet Theater, she wrote for him the plays "Behind Enemy Lines" and "Fairy Tale". During her lifetime, more than 40 collections of her poems were published: "Gift", "Snowy City", "Homeland", "Victory", "Path", "Mushrooms", "In the Homeland", "Seasons", "At the Golden Ear "," My calendar ", etc.

Teacher:Perm region, Prikamye Is a large, rich region, a part of the country called Russia. To love your land, you need to get to know it, study it. You can study in different ways. This is what various scientists do. And we will try to look at our native Kama region through the eyes of children's writers. Each of them in his own way expresses his love for our big and small Motherland. Let this love find a response in your soul.

3. Updating knowledge.

Teacher: Name the writers of the Perm Territory and their works that you read (Children's Answers)

Teacher:"Captain Ko-Ko and the Green Glass", "Yasha Bubenchikov", "Shoes", "House with a Bell", "Astrologer". Who wrote these works?

4. Primary assimilation of new knowledge.

Biography. Born on January 06, 1928 in the village of Zadorino, Parfenyevsky district, Kostroma region. He lost his father in the early 30s, early childhood spent in the village with a peasant grandmother, at school he studied at the station Nikolo-Poloma, where his mother worked as a teacher. During the war, he left the eighth grade and worked as a tractor driver, then he studied for one year at an art-industrial school in the village of Krasnoe-on-Volga, in 1946 he moved to the Leningrad Construction College, combining his studies with work. After defending his diploma, he worked at construction sites in Siberia, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Perm. Since 1969 he was engaged exclusively in creative work for children and youth. Compiled several collections: "Get up, Mitenka!" "Shanezhka" "Door in the meadow" "Vereshok" "One hundred silver horses" "Happy pearls" Patriotic War"," Veteran of Labor ". Honored Worker of Culture. The Perm Regional Children's Library is named after.

The return of the elephant(read by 7 students in masks of fairy-tale heroes).
Under the scorching sun
From the slope
On the slope
Walks through the mountains
Traveler Elephant.
He passed all the lands,
I saw all the countries
Sweeping with a broom
Sidewalks in Madrid
In the Istanbul port
Loaded steamers,
But everywhere, but throughout the house he was sad.
And finally, he was completely yearning,
I bought a suitcase and got ready for the trip.
And so he walks,
Shaking ears -
To relatives and friends
He carries gifts.
And the homeland

It's getting closer every minute
And the mountain slopes
Lower and lower ...
And the path ended!
And by the bright river
The elephant's fellow countrymen greeted the Elephant with a crowd.

They hug him and rock him
And he to them -
Everyone, everyone! -
Gives you a gift.
The elephant brings perfume and earrings,
For an elephant - a briefcase with an ABC book and boots,
To the giraffe - a coat in a golden cage,
And the Hippo - a cap with a pompom.
And everyone is grateful, everyone is quite happy,

But here it is heard:
- Sorry! And me?
Do I not? -
Suddenly came out from somewhere
And the gray Mouse squeaked piteously.
And immediately the Elephant became quiet and embarrassed.
- How shameless I am! he said.
And he took off his jacket
And felt my pocket
And opened the suitcase wide with his trunk,
And slammed it again
And sat down side by side,
And sadly he said:
- The suitcase is empty!
And everyone was discouraged ...

But then in full mouth
Behemoth shouted to the sad crowd:
- Just think, grief!
Is it worth it, brothers,
Are we so worried about the Mouse?
After all, we are GREAT!
And the Mouse is barely visible.
But the Elephant whispered:
- Do not boast, old man.
The mouse is not worse than you, Behemoth!
She, gray, is also a gift hunting.
And I correct my mistake
I am leaving friends and family again.

And so he got up
I sighed wearily
I waved my trunk like a hand
And he moved again to foreign lands,
For distant mountains
And beyond the seas.
He's gone!
And again from home away
That the streets were shallow, then loaded the ships.
Steamship ramps rattled under him,
The clouds frightened him by the bad weather,
He did not know any rest,
No respite
And - I earned a gift for the Mouse!
But only now he bought
Not clothes
And not a perfume
And the harmonica!
And he played himself,
And he patted his ears,
And grunted happily,
And he stomped to the house.
He walked and laughed!
He walked and trumpeted:
- Good gift
I bought it for Mouse!
Now it will be nice and fun for everyone
Now I walk home for good!

Skomoroshina "Great, matchmaker"(two students are involved in costumes of Russian men)

Hello, matchmaker!

Yes, I say, great, matchmaker!

Yes, I went to sell a goat.

Well, how is the matchmaker?

They gave three rubles, but it seemed cheap - did not give it away.

And how does Vanyukh's matchmaker live?

Yes, I say, how does Vanyukh's matchmaker live?

Oh, sniff the tobacco? I smelled recently.

You, matchmaker, have you grown a lot of beard?

Tobacco - from quit? No, matchmaker, I've been sniffing for forty years - I'm used to it.

And what, matchmaker, did you marry your son?

I bought a turnip, a whole bag.

Is the little bit good?

Is the snitch good?

Not very bad. The winter is long - the guys will eat.

You, matchmaker, have you completely become deaf?

No, my son came with two, and I came with one: I’m old - I don’t have the strength.

You, matchmaker, don't you smell at all?

A? No, matchmaker, even though it's late, but I'll go home, I don't spend the night.

Well, matchmaker, we talked enough. Goodbye!

Yes, I say goodbye!

Cho, stop by? OK OK! Now we will both stop by with our son!

Teacher: Nikita and Bogdan showed us a buffoonery, and it was written down by a famous Perm scientist, a collector of folklore

Biography

Folk works of folklore have survived to this day thanks to

collectors of folklore. One such scientist was Ivan Vasilievich

Zyryanov. He loved his native land, his native Prikamye, and of course his native village Romanikha, Krasnovishersky district. Ivan Vasilyevich is known as a collector of Ural folklore, songs, ditties, fairy tales, jokes, fables, buffoons in the Kama region. He taught at the Perm Pedagogical Institute. He published several collections of folklore: "Visher ditties". "Lyrical folk songs", "Ural ditties about love", "Cherdyn wedding", "Old man's secret", "Fairy tales", "Skomoroshins".

Teacher: Tell kids, do you like riddles?

Biography. More than forty years ago, a book appeared in the shops of the city of Perm, the circulation of which was one hundred thousand copies, but it was sold out instantly. It was called "One Hundred Riddles". It was composed by the Permian poet Boris Shirshov. Boris Valentinovich Shirshov (1923-1973) was born in the Irkutsk region, but spent most of his life in Perm. He only left here for the front. In the war, Shirshov commanded a machine-gun platoon, was wounded. He returned to Perm. All his books were printed here.

Riddles from the book of B. Shirshov(read by two students)

If you let him off the leash

He will fly away from you for the clouds. (Balloon)

I walked barefoot by the fence

And scalded with green boiling water. (Nettle)

Eagerly breathes in the dust,

But he does not get sick, does not sneeze. (Vacuum cleaner)

Serrated saw

I went into the thick forest,

I went around the whole forest,

I didn't cut anything. (Comb)

Over black white
They write every now and then
Rub it with a rag

The page is blank. (blackboard)

I'm from home beyond the threshold
Just one step took
The door closed behind my back
There is no path in front of me.
I'm at home - and not at home,
Between heaven and earth,
Guess ka, friends:
Where am I? (On the balcony)

I don't look like a horse
And I have the saddle.
There are knitting needles. They confess
Not suitable for knitting.
Not an alarm clock, not a tram,
But I’m calling that and know. (bike)

behind trees, bushes
Flames flashed quickly
Flashed, ran-
There is no smoke or fire. (fox)

Walks across the sky
Painter without brushes.
Paint brown
Colors people (Sun)

Bubbles were blowing
Foam climbed up -
And he was gone.
It all disappeared (soap)

Helped us at the halt:
Cooked soup, baked potatoes.
He's good for a hike,
Yes, you won't carry it with you. (bonfire)

In our kitchen all year round
Santa Claus lives in the closet. (fridge)

Teacher wrote many poems for adults, but there are also poems that he wrote especially for children. One of these poems is called "Liars".(read by two boys in fisherman costumes)

Two anglers, two liars

We sat over the river.

One of them caught a loach,

Gudgeon is different.

A bush of fishermen divided,

Sprawling, thick,

And the first liar did not see

Whom the second caught.

The second did not make out in any way,

Whom the neighbor was dragging,

And he shouted: - I have a pike perch!

Almost a crocodile.

Here is the first, praising a friend,

He replied: - You are strong!

And I kicked the chub!

With a log, perhaps he!

Let me see! - said one

Another said: - Don't you dare!

Don't come near me now

You’ll scare away all the chubs!

I better wait

I am with you, neighbor ...

The first answered: - I won't let it go.

Where there is noise, there is no bite ...

The sunset faded and faded

Over the forest across the river.

Time to go! - one said.

Let's go, ”said the other.

Not melting your catches,

Send the liars home ...

I was the first to walk along the path

My brother is behind me.

Teacher: Look closely at the portrait. Do you recognize this writer?

Biography of Mamin - Sibiryak Many years ago the remarkable Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak lived in the Urals. He called himself a Siberian because he knew well and dearly loved his native land - the Urals and Siberia. The Ural Mountains stretch for hundreds of kilometers. Here in 1852, in the factory village of Visimo-Shaitansk, Mamin-Sibiryak was born. The Mamin family lived modestly. The father was a priest. For many years he taught children free of charge in the village school. Mitya helped his mother with the housework, nursed the younger sister. Mitya dreamed that someday he would tell about the life of the people, write books about his native Urals. Mamin-Sibiryak wrote many wonderful stories for kids and teenagers. And although many years have passed since then, their children are still reading with interest.

5. Primary anchoring.

Guess the riddle, name the fairy tale.(Tasks are read by two students in turn)

Cross-eyed, small In a gray fur coat, in felt boots (hare) "A Tale of a Brave Hare ..."

In summer he walks without a road near pines and birches,

And in winter he sleeps in a den, hides his nose from the frost (bear) "The Tale of Komar Komarovich"

A pillow with needles lay between the trees,

I lay quietly, then suddenly ran away (hedgehog) "Smarter than everyone"

Mischievous boy in a gray Armenian

The crumbs are scampering around the yard and collecting (the sparrow) "The Tale of the Sparrow Sparrow"

Flies, squeaks, drags long legs,

He will not miss the chance: he will sit down and bite (mosquito). "The Tale of Komar Komarovich"

Flies all day, everyone gets bored

Night will come, then the (fly) will stop "The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived"

Toothy, hairy. As it starts, the cat sings the song "The Tale of the Voronushka"

Who walks gloomy and hungry in the cold autumn? (wolf) "The tale of the brave hare ..."

6. Reflection

Teacher: So our lesson has come to an end. And we will end our meeting with a song.

The song "Hello, my Motherland"(performed by the whole class)

1. In the morning the sun rises

Calls everyone to the street

I leave the house:

"Hello, my street!"

2. I sing and above

The birds are singing to me

Herbs whisper to me on the way:

"Hurry, buddy, grow up"

3. I answer the herbs,

I answer the winds

I answer the sun:

"Hello, my Motherland"

Bibliography:

1. "Skomoroshins" - Perm: Book Publishing House, 1984

2. L. Kuzmin "Chagall is an eccentric ..." - Perm book publishing house, 1973

3. -Sibiryak Stories and fairy tales (Make up Moscow "Children's Literature", 1977

4. -Siberian "Alyonushkin's Tales" - Moscow "Children's Literature", 1986

5. "In the native land" Poems. - Perm: Book Publishing House, 1954

6. "One Hundred Riddles" - Perm: Book Publishing House, 1962

7. "Literature of the Kama region" Reader for primary school(comp.,) - Perm: Book World, 2001

8. "Writers of the Perm region" Bibliographic reference book (comp.) - Perm book publishing house, 1985

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