Zimushka - Winter! Russian soul! She blew snow and brought happiness.
With these lines of praise I would like to begin a dedication to a real beauty - the Russian winter. Without her, there would be no magical New Year, fun snowball fights, fun sledding and skiing. In honor of the Snow Queen, allow me to present my own fairy tales about winter - 2 scenes for children. You can read them to the children at night, act out a family play based on them, or include the stories in a big New Year's performance.
- The first fairy tale tells about the magic that happens on New Year's Eve. Anything happens in the winter forest, you can meet the Snow Maiden or a talking Snowman. Or it may happen that you will find a Golden Cone - a talisman for the fulfillment of your cherished desires.
- In the second tale you will meet Zimushka Winter herself. It turns out she's moping around in her ice house and thinking that people don't like her at all. Only close friends will be able to explain to the snow maiden that she is the most important in the endless cycle of seasons.
Read fairy tales, put on plays, let the kids fall in love with the Russian Winter, just as their grandfathers and great-grandfathers loved it!
Winter's Tale "Golden Cone"
A girl with a large backpack walks across the stage to a cheerful New Year's melody. She hums the song “New Year is coming to us!” from the series New Year's songs. The audience was inspired, they applauded the beautiful song and the cute girl named Varvara.
Behind the scenes there is a loud voice from the guys: Varenka, Varvara, don’t lag behind. You'll get lost again!
Teacher's voice : Class, line up! Our New Year's hike through the winter forest has ended. You will be home soon, but where is Varvara Polyakova?
Varya responds: I’m coming, I’m coming!
The girl hurried and stumbled, almost fell: Oh, the bishop’s stumps, what is it? I almost plowed open a snowdrift with my nose. And in the snow, something sparkled with pure gold (digging). Wow, what a beautiful lump, it sparkles like gold. I’ll take a forest gift with me, let it light up with lights on my Christmas tree. Thank you, Grandfather Frost!
The girl Varvara put the unusual cone in her backpack, bowed to the forest and ran to the guys. Behind the scenes is the sound of a bus and friendly children singing “Christmas tree, Christmas tree, forest scent...”.
A change of scenery. Varya is at home, everything is scattered in the room, the Christmas tree is not decorated. The girl reluctantly takes things apart.
Varya : Oh, the hedgehog is in my side, how can I cope with the cleaning? I would lie on the sofa right now and eat eclairs, I would gobble up the whole box (licks his lips dreamily).
The girl sits down, rakes out her backpack, and finds a gold cone. He strokes her and admires her.
Varya : My little bump, golden, unseen beauty. If you only knew how much I want hot tea and a big box of delicious eclairs.
The golden cone in the girl’s hands lights up, the light goes out. To the sound of a magical melody, an elegant Christmas tree, a table with a teapot and your favorite cakes appear on the stage.
Varenka : That's how it is! It turns out that my bump is not simple, but magical, and it fulfilled my wish. Thank you so much!
The little girl tries the cake and dances with joy to the New Year's song from the cartoon “Once upon a time there was a princess.”
Varya is happy, she chews eclairs and thinks out loud: Boil, boil, pot, to make another wish? Let mom and dad be at home for the holidays, not in a hurry and not talking on the phone. And they’ll just be together at the big festive table.
To the sound of a magical melody, your wish comes true. The parents are at a loss; they are at home.
Mom : Varenka, can you imagine, they let me go on vacation for a whole week (hugs the girl).
Dad : It's a strange coincidence, and I was sent on vacation. They said, for excellent service, you, comrade captain, will receive 10 days of well-deserved leave.
The girl is happy, she hugs her parents, kisses the bump, whispers to her “Thank you!” and hides it in his pocket.
Mom sets the table: Well, since this is the case, the family is assembled! I want to invite an old friend and her daughter to visit us. Varenka, I’ve been wanting to introduce you to Eva for a long time, she’s so smart, a future ballerina.
Varvara nods happily. Mom calls on the phone, a few minutes later guests appear on the doorstep - mother’s friend and daughter.
Mom kisses her friend: Welcome, my dears! Come on in! Here is my beloved daughter Varvara. And this is Eva, meet girls.
The girls hug and smile.
Eva’s mother tells her friend: Can you imagine, we have been preparing for the competition for so long. At the New Year's ball, Eva was supposed to perform the role of the Snow Maiden. And what do you think, we are not tall enough. Just a few centimeters were not enough for Eva to get the main role.
The mothers are upset, and Varvara takes the girl aside and whispers: Don’t be upset! I have a magic cone that makes any wish come true.
Eva : It doesn’t happen, it’s fantasy! It’s just that when you really, really want something, it will definitely come true.
Varvara proudly: Don’t believe me? I'll show you now!
He takes a pine cone out of his pocket and whispers a wish to her. The bump flashes with light, and a minute later Eva’s mother’s phone rings. She receives the good news that the aspiring ballerina was finally hired for the main role, because she is very talented and dances the Snow Maiden better than anyone else.
Eva rejoices, she does not believe her happiness, hugs her friend.
The owner of the cone immediately became proud: I told you so, but you didn’t believe it! Now I, like Santa Claus, will make any wishes come true. Here look!
Varya takes a cone out of her pocket, but it goes out right in her hands.
Varvara is upset: What are these, Christmas tree sticks? My bump went out, probably Santa Claus was offended by me.
The girl is worried, but at this time the doorbell rings. She runs to open it, and the real Santa Claus stands on the threshold and hands Varvara a large box.
The girl is delighted, calling her parents: Mom, Dad, look, Grandfather Frost has come!
The girl turns away for a moment, and the New Year's guest disappears. Varya immediately opens the gift, and there are skis and sports equipment.
Varvara : But no one, no one knew that I had long dreamed of skiing. Mom, Dad, I want to be a famous athlete.
Mom : Look, there is a note in the box - For your kind heart! Happy New Year, Grandfather Frost!
The parents are whispering, they didn’t give their daughter a gift, maybe grandma tried?
And only Varvara knew: It was the real Grandfather Frost!
The audience is delighted, they stand up and applaud the beautiful New Year's tale.
A wonderful tale of Russian winter in the literary drawing room
Fedorova Lyudmila Ivanovna,
teacher of Russian language and literature
BOU "Kalinin general education boarding school for students with disabilities" of the Ministry of Education and Youth Policy of the Chuvash Republic,
participant of the All-Russian competition for literature teachers for the best extracurricular event “Literary Lounge”.
Topic:
A wonderful fairy tale of Russian winter
“You have to live in beauty to know it”
(N. Berdyaev)
Target:
— acquaintance with the literary heritage of Russia, reflecting the greatness of our culture and the richness of the Russian language;
— improving the quality of artistic and aesthetic development of children.
Tasks:
- to form in children an aesthetic attitude to the world;
— to cultivate in children an attitude towards the word as an effective means of communication;
— to promote the artistic development of the child through the means of art based on works about winter.
Form:
evening in the literary drawing room.
Equipment:
slide presentation, exhibition of books and reproductions of paintings on the topic.
Musical arrangement:
Pyotr Tchaikovsky “Winter”, Georgy Sviridov “Waltz of Snowflakes”.
Preliminary work:
advertising, reading and learning poems about winter.
Progress of the event:
1.
Organizational moment.
(music by P.I. Tchaikovsky “Winter” sounds).
2. Introductory word. Announcing the topic and purpose of the lesson.
We gathered in our living room, united by one goal - to communicate with the world of literature, music, and painting. Let's talk about winter, about Russian winter. Let's admire nature depicted in poetry, music, paintings.
I would like to start the event with these words: “You have to live in beauty to recognize it.” So said the religious and political philosopher N. Berdyaev. This sounds like a call. I encourage you to see the beauty of your native nature today, tomorrow and always.
3. Main part. Winter in nature, music, painting, poetry.
I swept everything around
Arriving from the kingdom of blizzards.
Autumn, best friend,
I sent it south.
I'm frosty and white
And she came to you for a long time.
She brought with her cold weather, blizzards, dressed the ground and houses with snow, put fur coats and hats on passers-by... You, of course, guessed that it was winter.
The heroine of our celebration, Winter, came to visit us.
Our land is beautiful in all seasons. Spring pleases us with its blueness and light.
Summer captivates us with bright and different shaped flowers. Enchants with a rainbow-arc. Autumn enchants with yellow, crimson, purple flowers. But winter, specifically the Russian winter, is something special. It seems that, at first glance, everything is very simple: white snow, white day, white earth.
But there are so many amazing, beautiful, mysterious things nearby. Here in Russia, sometimes in winter there is such beauty that words cannot describe it! “Simply breathtaking!” - they say in such cases. It is in moments like these that beautiful works are born. People create them: poets paint with words, artists with paints, composers with sounds.
Imagine this picture: white snow covered the earth, cities, villages and turned it into a magical snowy kingdom. Various miracles are observed in this kingdom:
— the snowdrifts are not just white, but dazzlingly white;
- fogs - white, silvery, impenetrable;
- silvery frost - it is so different: needle-like, prickly, fluffy, fringed;
- frost flowers on tree branches, on stems - so different, unique, indescribable;
- patterns on the glass - either the same on all windows, or suddenly so different;
- snowflakes are of amazing shape, and prove that there are no two identical snowflakes, and thousands and thousands of them fall from the sky;
- snowfall - so different: balls, flakes, peas, hail, cereals, grains, powder.
Snowfall and wind together create a blizzard, blizzard, blizzard, blizzard. But they also create amazing mystery, arouse curiosity, and awaken inspiration in creative people. This is how beautiful works are created. For example, " Waltz of Snowflakes"
by Georgy Sviridov
. This waltz is about winter, about blizzards, about snowflakes. Creative people - composer Georgy Sviridov and musicians gave us such magnificent music, it’s breathtaking. In this video we will simultaneously listen to music about winter images, look at pictures of nature and see the dance of snowflakes, the dance of nature.
(“Waltz of Snowflakes” by G. Sviridov https://rutube.ru/video/508c7dce89449f429dfff0147956e99b /)
Winter beauty also inspired artists. They selected all the necessary shades of colors to describe the white winter and gave the world masterpieces. I bring to your attention video material where you can get acquainted with the paintings of famous artists.
(https://www.youtube.com/watch ?v=5oc14YWy8kM)
I would especially like to dwell on the history of the creation of the painting “February Blue”. The author I. Grabar himself recalls: “I dug a trench in the snow and, looking at the birch from the bottom up, as if at a crystal cascade created by nature, I captured this miracle.”
I. Grabar’s painting greatly excited 5th grade student Anton Protsenko, and he wrote the poem “A Familiar Picture”:
I’m walking through the forest and I see a picture: There are birch trees, and everything is so beautiful! The azure sky plays with flowers, On the tree the frost glows with lights, And the sun looks through the cloud slyly, Admiring the birch tree at the very edge.
I look around and suddenly realize that I have known this birch tree for a long time: It was painted in a famous painting by a wonderful artist. Oh, what's his name? I saw the picture, now I remember that the author is Grabar, although I don’t know the name.
In their poems, poets were able to revive, humanize, and spiritualize various natural phenomena. They chose very beautiful expressions. Listen to how the poet Vyazemsky very tenderly and affectionately addresses winter:
Hello, Russian young lady,
Beautiful soul
Snow-white winch;
Hello, mother - winter!
(“Maslenitsa on the wrong side”).
— What else do poets call winter? (winter-winter, sorceress, sorceress, enchantress, beauty, mischief). With these words, poets express their love for their native nature, for the Russian winter.
4. Reading competition.
It's time to start our competition, the purpose of which is to identify the best and strongest in the art of reading. We will hear the names of famous poets and familiar lines. I hope that today we will feel the richness of the Russian language, the greatness of Russian nature, and feel the Russian soul.
The winners will be determined by a strict independent jury: Russian language teachers.
4.1. Reading of poems accompanied by a slide presentation (depending on the content of the poem).
4.2. Summing up the results of the competition. (The jury is working).
Poetry lovers were able to show off their acting skills today. The depth of penetration into the semantic structure and figurative system of the literary text made it possible to reveal the content of many poems in a new way. I hope there will be more fans of the club.
It's time to announce the winners.
4.3. The jury's word.
5.
Reflection.
Our reading competition has come to an end, the page about the wonderful fairy tale of the Russian winter is closing. I would like to know if you liked the meeting in the literary lounge and what you liked about it? Is there anyone who would like to express their opinion about our event today?
I would like to note that it is not for nothing that nature is humanized and spiritualized by creative people. Russian winter is beautiful, it is closer and dearer to us. She “smells of Russia”, she has the eternal and great Russian spirit.
I would like to wish everyone the best, best, brightest.
