Song repertoire for young children. Song repertoire for music lessons. The quiet, flowing, silvery sound of a child's voice can be considered as a kind of aesthetic standard. It is necessary to strive to achieve it in real practice.
7th grade Class teacher Ostanina G.A.Class hour "The land of the fathers is my land" (Toabout Statehood Day and the 380th anniversary of Yakutia joining Russia)
Target : to form an idea of historically significant events in the life of the Yakuts
form mental operations;
develop attention, memory, speech, logical thinking, competence;
develop communication skills and cognitive interest.
We are all residents of a wonderful, rich country. Our Motherland is Russia. Russia, Rus', Motherland, native land, native side, father's house are the most precious words for a Russian person. Rus' is “blue” and “golden”, “wooden” and “field”, “dormant” and “violent”. This is “the land of rain and bad weather” and the land of “spills of formidable quiet external forces.”
Behind the village, at dawn, where there is light from the birches,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”
Where do you get your courage and your beauty?
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?
I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?”
“Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Rus'!”
“We are bequeathed to love our Motherland
And my heart reaches out to her from everywhere,
Do not break the connecting thread,
And sometimes we need to look back.”
Guys, every state has an anthem, coat of arms, flag (display).
Our Motherland is Russia! Our small homeland is Yakutia!
White color -
blue -
green -
What other state symbols of Yakutia do you know?
What rules must be followed when listening to the anthem?
How do you feel when you hear the anthem? (Feeling proud...)
Now let's play a game.
Game “What will you give to your native land”
Children are divided into pairs, join hands and stand in a chain one after another. One person is the driver. The first couple turns to him with the words: “If you want to be with me, what will you give to your native Earth?”
The driver must say what he will do for the Motherland when he grows up, for example: I will plant a garden, build beautiful houses, etc. After his answer, everyone raises their hands, and the child passes under the raised hands. Along the way, he chooses someone from any pair and leads him along. At the end of the chain they form a new pair. The one who is left without a pair comes to the beginning of the chain, and the game continues. If there is an even number of children in the class, there are two.
Children take their seats
"The most necessary thing"
Once upon a time there lived a just and wise king in one of the countries of the East. And he had three sons. But the king grew old and decided to transfer his kingdom to the one of his sons who would be the most capable for the difficult task. He called his sons and said:
My dear sons! You see that your father can no longer rule the country. I would have abdicated the throne long ago if only my cherished dream had come true, which does not give me peace. So I came up with an idea: the one of you who can fulfill my dream will rule the kingdom.
Long live our dear father, his will is sacred to us! What kind of dream is this that our wise parent could not fulfill?
Do you see that huge, spacious storage facility I built a long time ago? I dreamed of filling it with the most necessary things in the world, which would bring happiness to all my people. The storage facility is currently empty. And the one of you who fills it with the most necessary thing in the world, let him inherit my throne. Take from my treasures as much as you wish, and go each on your own from city to city, from country to country, find the most necessary thing and fill my storehouse. I give you three times forty days.
The sons kissed their father's hand and set off. Three times, forty days each, they walked and traveled from city to city, from country to country, they saw strange people, they saw enough of unknown customs, and on the appointed day they appeared and appeared before their father.
Welcome, my dear sons! So, how did you find that very thing you need in the world?
Yes, we found it, our dear father! - the sons answered the king. And the father immediately led them to the door of the storehouse. And all the courtiers gathered there, apparently and invisibly to the people. The king opened the door and called his eldest son.
It's easier to believe and love there,
Dream, be yourself,
They will forgive you there and understand
And they won’t blame you for anything.
Goals: expanding students' historical knowledge; popularization of state symbols and anthem Russian Federation; education of patriotism and citizenship, love for one’s Motherland
Decor:
flag and coat of arms of the Russian Federation; slides with landscapes of Russia
Progress of the event
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Z plays the phonogram “Where the Motherland Begins” The words of the presenter are heard in the background of the music. Presenter: “Where does the Motherland begin? From the picture in your primer..." - this is what the song says. That's how it is in life. After all, at school we learn not only to write and count, at school we talk about good and evil, learn to love and hate, and get a charge of patriotism. At the school desk we experience the most difficult years of our formation as an individual, a citizen. Where does Russia begin? From the Kuril Islands, Kamchatka or from the Commander? What are her steppe eyes sad about Over the reeds of all her lakes?
Russia begins with a passion for work, patience, truth, and kindness.
That's where her star lies. She is beautiful! She burns and shines in the dark.
Hence all her great deeds, Her unique destiny.
And if you are involved in it, Russia does not begin from the mountains, but from you!
The anthem of the Russian Federation is playing (I ask everyone to stand)
1st presenter.
I am a citizen.
I am a citizen of the Universe, I am a citizen of the world.
I am a citizen of my country, I am a citizen of Russia!
2nd presenter
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Good afternoon, dear guests!
We are pleased to welcome you to our event dedicated to the country in which we live - Russia.
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Russia, Rus', Motherland, native land,
Mom, father's house - the most precious words For Russian person. Rus- “blue” and “golden”, “wooden” and “field”, “dormant” and “violent”, this is the land of the rains and bad weather."
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- th presenter; Unknown, mysterious, the country of birch chintz,” with its customs and traditions, we live in the middle of great Russia. Among cities, forests, lakes, fields, And we have, when asked, A sword for the enemy, an embrace for friends!
2- ich t e c.
We are destined to love our Motherland
And with Heart
from everywhere reach out to her
Not interrupt connecting thread.
And sometimes we need it that way look back... (Photos of Russian nature are projected on the screen)
2nd reader. My Rus', beloved Rus'!
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I look at you, boundless, Sometimes deciduous, sometimes snowy;
I'm watching and I can’t see enough of it.
1- ych t e c. I magnify you again, dear epic land, - I praise every height and span, I admire fields, valleys.
2nd reader.I praise your every path.
I praise early every dawn,
With tireless spiritual thirst
A light verse from I view daisies.
1st presenter. Our Motherland has rich history, and every page of it evokes in us a genuine dignity. We are all children great Russia, protected by the Russian tricolor flag.
2nd in e d y and th. Where does it come from, what is the meaning of the white-blue-red combination?(View slides about R.F. symbols)
1st reader.
Behind the village, at dawn,
Where is the light from the birches, I asked Russia:
“Where do you get your strength?” 2nd reader. Where do you get your courage?
And your beauty
Nightingale dawns,
Blue rivers cleanliness?
Z - reader. Behind the village, at dawn, Where the rye is swaying, I asked Russia:
“Where do you get happiness?”
4thReader
Where do you get a smile, Where do you get a calm smile? Tell me, tell me, Sun-faced Rus'!”
Leading:
So much color! So much blue!
You, my Russia!
Many-faced land.
This is my homeland!
You preserve the friendship of peoples!
Children and adults need this!
Everyone needs this now!
Only here we understand
Russia is a bright home!
He always meets friends
Every region remembers!
Sketch "Regions of Russia"
(showed by 8th grade students)
1 buffoon: Do you recognize us, friends?
2nd: Buffoons - him and me!
1 We open our shift and glorify Russia!
2- After all, Russia is a bright house,
Every region remembers!
2nd Nizhny Novgorod, Tyumen
Have fun all day long!
1st: Altai Territory, Barnaul, Omsk, Cherkessk, Orel, Tambov,
2nd: Tatarstan, Anapa, Biysk,
1st: Oh, look, don’t be mistaken!
2nd: Adler, Astrakhan, Moscow,
Just what the city needs!
1st: Leningrad region.
And also Rostovskaya.
1st: Chuvashia, Essentuki!
Eh! The spaces are wide!!!
Reader: We are children of the same country!
The vast side!
We love you, Russia!
Your daughters, sons!
2nd: Look, friends,
How wide Russia is!
1st: Domes, fields, birches,
In every sound there is a ringing song!
And dewdrops are like tears,
Like fairy tales - a wonderful dream.
1st: Let’s invite all the cities here,
And the edges and regions of the vast Motherland!
So that they tell us
What makes their region, the city famous!
2nd: What is there that they want to tell us about?
"Cities Coming Out"
(students play the role of cities, each glorifies their city)
1. N - Novgorod:
We have GAZ
We have a PAZ
We'll take you on a ride!
2. Stavropol region:
We are proud of Stavropol!
Here is grain, and oil, and gas!
And there are many resorts,
We invite you to visit!
3.Novosibirsk:
Novosibirsk is the capital of Siberia.
The third largest city in Russia!
We also have our own metro!
4. Tambov: You have all, of course, heard the expression “Tambov wolf”.
Don't believe in these fairy tales
when you give your heart to people,
The Tambov wolf is not a beast for you,
The Tambov wolf is your comrade!
5. Rostov: Lives and works all day
Don Cossack to this day,
He sows, plows and forges,
Waiting for you with bread and salt!
Moscow region: We came from the city of Korolev, Moscow region, and are proud that the All-Russian Flight Control Center is located in our city.
6. Krasnodar:
You, Kuban! You, our Motherland!
Our age-old hero!
High-water, free-flowing,
You have spread wide and far!
7. Altai region:
We live in the Altai region,
Where is the capital - Barnaul,
In our depths, who does not know,
There is silver, copper and salt.
Leading:
Russia! Motherland! Fatherland!
The native sky is blue!
Oh, how sublime and pure
Your words ring within me!
And warmed with eternal tenderness.
Your birches and streams,
Your frosty dawns
And your nights are starry.
After all, everyone is a part of Russia.
And infinitely dear to her.
We are gaining strength in life
Under the flag of your homeland!
Conclusion:
Presenter:
We are part of big Russia!
There is no more beautiful country!
And all the boys and girls
Our Russia unites!
A.S. Pushkin wrote: ... “I swear on my honor that for nothing in the world I would not want to change my fatherland or have a different history other than the history of our ancestors, the way God gave it to us.”
My Russia, my Motherland,
I was born here, I remember you from childhood.
But no matter how much I never looked at you
Admiring, I can’t get enough of it;
The full flow of the Volga is beautiful,
Under the breeze of your fields there is excitement,
Ural, Caucasus, dawn time,
Unique evenings in Russia...
I hear power and glory in the singing.
Live, dare, bloom, my country,
Glory in your unity, your wisdom,
The work of worthy sons and daughters.
I would like to end our event with these words:
Oh, Russia, a country with a difficult fate,
I have you, Russia, as one heart,
And I’ll tell a friend, I’ll tell an enemy too -
I can’t live without you, like without my heart.
Leading: Every citizen of his homeland has something to be proud of! We are citizens of Russia and you and I also have something to be proud of!
Literature:
Beskorovainova L.S. Handbook for the class teacher. Rostov n/d: publishing house "Phoenix", 2004.
Sgibneva E.P. Cool watch. Rostov on Don: “Phoenix”, 2005
Mukhtar Auezov. "Gray Fierce."
Artist A. Lurie.
K. A. Fedina
We leave the city at dawn. Below, over the river, a milky white fog spreads. From the silver sea of fog, like a vision, the walls of the city cathedral rise, the roofs of the houses darken. Far, far across the river, out of the fog, as in ancient times, a shepherd’s horn can be heard.
There is something ancient and ghostly in all this! We pass a bridge, an empty market square, and turn onto a large highway. The sun rises over the meadows. The ribbon of the river smokes in the wisps of rising fog; in the unmown lowlands overgrown with sedge, corncrakes tirelessly tear down. Gray from the morning dew, tall, thick banks of fresh hay lie close to the road. Here and there, in the vast expanses of water meadows, the steel blade of a scythe will flash like lightning in the ray of the rising sun and suddenly go out. From the meadows comes the fog and honey smell of herbs. Under the steep bank of the river, reflected in the mirror of the water, an azure kingfisher flew by - our Paradise Bird.
Silence, morning, space. We drive out onto the highway - a wide, brisk road lined with old spreading birch trees covered with cracked bark. There are few of these ancient birches left - they are decrepit, hollow and seem to be sleeping soundly, having lowered their weeping branches to the very ground.
There are still some missing wooden crosses along the road, overgrown with tall weeds. According to folk custom, in the Smolensk region memorial places were marked with such roadside crosses where unexpected death overtook a passer-by or a person passing by. How many terrible stories I heard as a child about those who were killed and died on the road, who got drunk, were struck down by thunderstorms, and drowned! These silent monuments of sad events evoked an uneasy feeling. I remember how devoutly my mother crossed herself, how we used to hurry our horses, passing a place covered with the memory of a long-standing tragic death...
Here at the crossroads stands a familiar hewn stone. According to the stories of the old people, there once stood a cheerful tavern here; the troikas of coachmen and landowners rolled up here, rattling their bells; the shaggy horses of men who had been on a spree returning from the city dozed at the chewed hitching post, covered with army coats. By old custom, instead of a written sign, a “witch’s broom” hung over the roof of the tavern - a thick spruce branch that served as a calling beacon for passing and passing revelers.
The road runs, twists, disappears into curly birch groves, disappears into deep ravines and ditches overgrown with alder, darkens with spring gullies, turns red with washed-out clay. All around are hills, fields, rye is swaying and smoking, oats are gently green, meadows are misty. The sun shines cheerfully and brightly; plump, white, slightly golden clouds float across the blue summer sky, and their purple shadows glide across the hills beyond the river, across the gray grain... The old thatched roofs of the village turn black, the untouched forests beyond the river turn blue; The old village cemetery with tall pine trees, with lopsided crosses on the graves, and the peaked roof of the cemetery chapel, the chapel, seems like a green island. A man in a shirt belted with a strap walks slowly from the cemetery; bare feet, gray with dust, step softly along the smooth road, hot from the sun, the old man's keen eyes look at us with curiosity...
We drive slowly, sometimes walking on the uphill slopes. The coachman walks next to the arc, cheerfully cracking his whip on the dusty soldiers' boots. The bronze-black back of his head was covered with curly hair; horseflies stuck to the faded cloth of an old soldier's tunic. Horseflies greedily hover over the horse's sweaty back, sticking to the withers and chest. Baring his teeth, the driver crushes them with his hand, wiping his dirty, calloused palm stained with blood on his knees.
The day is clear, parky, and the sun is high. Along the tops of the birches the warm midday breeze will rustle and die down. He sways the branches of the birch trees, bringing the smell of herbs and grain from the fields. The groves smell of dampness, mushrooms, and in some places there is still dew under the trees. Hanging in the sultry air, a long-tailed kestrel splashes above its wings...
I look at the fields, at the trees, at the sunlit kestrel hanging motionless in the air. How many pictures, events, forgotten destinies, stories are resurrected by these places and roads familiar from childhood! Here, above the river, stood opposite the church, a large, empty, iridescent house of the Pensky nobles, and I remember the stories I once heard about the formidable lady Penchikha, who mercilessly whipped the courtyard girls and women, about the half-crazed dwarf gentleman who went to pray in the field under old oak (this spreading oak was shown to me in childhood). The recent past also seems distant, almost fabulous: the volost government on the edge of the village, the government office surrounded by noisy, drunken men, the black-bearded foreman Fetisych with swollen scarlet eyes, the consumptive long-necked clerk... These obsolete times seem to be a distant past.
The house of the Pensky nobles was razed to the ground; the house of the Pensky nobles was smashed into pieces; burned, you can’t find a firebrand, “volost government”; The men razed to the ground the yard of the blacksmith Marya, who in the troubled years sheltered robber bandits... What remained of the old high white bell tower, and the familiar well-trodden road still winds and runs among the green meadows.
We stop for food at the ancient Boldinsky monastery.
We pass the monastery's once rich village with high plank roofs, carved elegant porches, and intricate birdhouses in the trees. The monastery is surrounded by a brick fence with loopholes, through which - people say - young monks once climbed at night to visit the soldier women. The monastery's forged gates with a heavy iron lock are heavy and indestructible. The monastery became famous for the cheerful entrances of the monks, whom the spiritual authorities sent to this remote monastery for repentance. Now in the monastery there is a museum and a utility warehouse, and in the deserted monastery courtyard a cheerful green ant makes its way between the stones. The dark figure of the only surviving eunuch monk, who renounced his rank and remained to live at the museum, darted around the corner of the stone house like a frightened bird...
We don’t stay long in the empty monastery. The sun is already high, light dust rises above the road. The roads here wind along the river through copses and fields - leading into the blue, rippling distance.
A large dark cloud is growing across the river. We watch how a terrible cloud approaches from the west, how threatening tufted clouds swirl and run in a gray ridge in front of it. The frozen air is heavy and motionless. As if trying to emphasize the pre-storm silence, grasshoppers chirp with all their might; Evil horseflies cling even more persistently to the tired horse. The reflection of the sun breaking through the clouds falls on the faces like amber reflections. A sudden whirlwind suddenly blows up from the road, carries dust into the eyes, desperately flutters, twists leaves on the trees, plays with the horse’s mane with burrs stuck in it. The thunderclaps are getting louder and more menacing. A vague feeling of forgotten childhood fear arises in the soul.
The first drops of rain, mixing with dust, fall heavily onto the road, onto the dusty wings of the cart. Urging the horse, we ride as long as the rain allows, then, hastily tying the horse to the fence, we hide into the forest under the trees. The tops of the trees sway menacingly above us, creaking sadly. Lightning flashes continuously one after another, thunder rumbles, close blows fall with a crash, after which the rain suddenly begins to fall even more heavily.
Waiting out the thunderstorm, we sit for a long time in the forest under the trees, then, wet almost to the bones, we walk out onto the water-filled road along the rain-beaten grass. The horse, darkened by the rain, greets us with a joyful neigh. Far, far beyond the fields, gray clouds of smoke rise. This is a village barn on fire, ignited by a rolling thunderstorm. The menacing dark cloud is slowly leaving. Rinse less and less often
Scenario for the event “What is Russia?” (Poetry page)
Before the start, songs about Russia are played. Signals are heard: “I love you, Russia.”
Everyone is sitting at the tables: guests, participants, poets, etc.
Presenter 1.
Long time ago barefoot boys
We went to see the sunrises
And they understood that Russia
There is nothing dearer to the heart in the world.
Presenter 2.
What words should I say to you?
To express your love, Fatherland,
With you to be sad, dream and rejoice
Until my last breath of life.
Music background. A young man reads Viktor Kryuchkov’s poem “What is Russia?”
What is Russia?
Icy twinkling of stars?
The rumble of the taiga? Snowy peaks?
Or the glow of white birches?
Yes, that's right.
But not only... not only...
It has north, and south, and east,
And her nightingale throat exudes sadness and delight.
Her speech is leisurely, melodious
And captivates with its directness,
Every village is proud here
Unpretentious in its beauty.
Nobody can take away this pride
Although someone wouldn’t mind taking it away,
Russia will take out its heart,
If you need to help someone.
Yes, Russia is easy to offend,
And deceive for a while,
But Russia - to break?
Will not work!
Russians will find their way!
They will gather a daring gang
And they will disperse the crooks and thieves.
Yes, Russia suits courage,
But cowardice is not for her.
What is Russia?
And who even knows?
It's overseas, let them guess
About the mysterious Russian soul.
The song “Love Russia” is played (lyrics by Milyavsky, music by S. Tulikov).
Presenter 1.
“Love Russia” - that’s what the song says, But how to love her, the Motherland, you have to! Or maybe the way the poets and writers of Russia loved, wrote and spoke about her.
The portrait of Igor Severyanin is highlighted.
Sing about Russia and strive to go to church
Over forested mountains, field carpets...
To sing about Russia, to welcome spring,
What to expect for the bride, what to console the mother...
Sing about Russia to forget the melancholy,
What is love to love,
What to be immortal.
A portrait of Vladimir Zhukov is displayed.
For thousands of miles - fields, forests, and steep slopes,
The blue edges are drowning in the expanse.
Where there is a harsher and better land,
What are you, Russia, my Motherland?!
Performed “Russian Waltz (lyrics by N. Dobronravov, music by A. Pakhmutova).
Reader. My Russia is a country of peace, a country of blue skies and bright sun. How can I not love her? I see her in every epic, in every leaf. I feel it in the rustle of autumn, in the roar of combine harvesters, in the smell of freshly plowed earth.
Reader. There was a lot to love about the Russian land for our grandfathers, although their life on this land was not sweet, and how could we, the new generations who came to this land, not love it. This is our home, this is our Russia.
What could it be better than Russia -
My boundless love,
What could be better than Russia?
When in the September wind
Aspen tree in crimson paint
Drops leaves in the morning.
Ask the clouds in heaven,
By the yellow ripened fields,
What could be better than Russia -
My native fatherland.
What could be better than Russia?
When in January at night
Over the white winter plain
The frozen stars are silent.
Ask about it at home,
Where the mother always waits for her sons,
What could be better than Russia -
My destiny and hope!
Presenter 2. Rus', Russia - these words are close and dear to the heart of each of us.
You can't understand Russia with your mind,
The general arshin cannot be measured:
She will become special -
You can only believe in Russia!
Reader. Russia can do without each of us, but none of us can do without it. (I. Turgenev)
Thank you, my Motherland,
For the heavens of unique blue,
I'll say one thing: I wouldn't live a day
In this world without Russia.
A song by L. Afanasyev is playing.
Your beauty has not been aged,
Neither sorrow nor misfortune -
Ivanami and Maryami
You were always proud...
Presenter 1.
The words of this song are hardly sincere
You heard it for the first time...
And I, like you, they sank into my heart -
Words about the Fatherland, words about Russia,
Words about the land that gave and gives
We give you your tenderness, warmth, and care:
Ivans and Marys walked on this land
Fight for happiness, fight, work!
Presenter 2. It was our Motherland that gave the world Lomonosov and Pushkin, Glinka and Pirogov, Repin and Mendeleev, Tolstoy and Tchaikovsky, the great commanders Suvorov and Kutuzov. We have always been inspired by these great names.
And we are grateful to Ivan and Maryam,
Russia who raised to the stars.
And since we are in debt to our Motherland,
We are obliged to always work this way,
So that she becomes stronger and more beautiful,
So that she is proud of us, like our fathers.
The song “I asked Russia”, poems by N. Yakunin, is performed.
Behind the village, at dawn,
Where there is light from the birches,
I asked Russia:
“Where do you get your strength?
Where do you get your courage?
And your beauty
Nightingale dawns,
The purity of blue rivers?
Behind the village, at dawn,
Where the rye sways,
I asked Russia:
“Where do you get happiness?
Where do you get your smile?
Where is the calm sadness?
Tell me, tell me
Sun-faced Rus'."
On the edge of the edge
In blue silence
Behind the village, at dawn,
Suddenly I heard
In the quiet rustle of the fields,
Light ringing of branches:
"Yes from our loved ones,
Dear mothers."
I returned home
And he asked his mother:
“Where did you get it, dear,
So much vitality?
Mom thought
Straightening the scarf
And she answered quietly:
“In Russia, son.”
How rivers merge into the sea,
Falling into the blue expanse,
Our destinies merged forever
With your immortal destiny.
Against the background of music, the poem “Live, Russia!” is read.
You have lived in all centuries,
You loved and suffered
Gaunt hand
I've flipped through so many years.
You were loved
And she bowed down as an outcast,
To the golden domes
You prayed furiously.
I lived with you for centuries,
Beloved Russia,
Never your hand
She didn't ask for alms.
You lived - and I lived
You are full - and I suffered,
You were tormented
But she did not betray her sons.
Where to find which ones
Do my words please you?
You are Russia, you are my mother.
Your love is my reward.
The moment I'm exhausted,
The thread of life will be exhausted,
I will pray: “Live, Russia!
I will live only by you!”
Crafts from paper napkins primary school
Master Class. “Do-it-yourself postcard for Russia Day”
Audience: the master class is intended for classes with second-grade students.
Purpose of the master class: making a postcard for Russia Day.
The purpose of the master class: development of children's creative abilities.
Objectives of the master class:
Develop the ability to work with napkins;
Develop creative thinking;
Cultivate hard work, patience and accuracy in doing work;
To foster patriotism in children.
Napkins (red, white, blue)
Sheet of white cardboard
Scissors (small and large)
Pencil
Black marker
Ruler
Glue stick
Yellow colored paper
Progress
Russia is like a word from a song.
Birch young foliage.
There are forests, fields and rivers all around.
Expanse, Russian soul.
I love you, my Russia,
For the clear light of your eyes,
I love you, I understand with all my heart
The steppes are filled with mysterious sadness.
I love everything that is called
In one broad word - Rus'.
What is Russia? Can't answer. If you look at a world map, you can see it from any point. And all because it occupies one sixth of the land.
Also, Russia is a country that cannot be broken by any wars, because an amazing people lives in Russia. At first he can endure ruin and hunger for a long time, but then powerful forces appear that can defeat everything.
In Russia there is a trinity of symbols - the coat of arms, the flag and the anthem.
The coat of arms is one of the main official state symbols of the Russian Federation, along with the anthem and flag. This is an image of a majestic and proud double-headed eagle, crowned with two crowns intertwined with a third. This powerful bird holds a red shield with an image of a silver rider slaying a dragon.
The anthem is one of the main official state symbols of the Russian Federation, along with the coat of arms and flag.
The flag is one of the main official state symbols of the Russian Federation, along with the coat of arms and anthem.
The flag will help us for today's postcard.
Step-by-step work process
1. We mark a sheet of white cardboard on the wrong side into rectangles (6x6cm). 3 lines, each line has 4 rectangles. Mark the center of each rectangle for future holes.
2. Use small scissors to make holes inside each rectangle. Then flowers will be inserted into these rectangles.
Many symbolic meanings are attributed to the colors of the Russian flag, but there is no official interpretation of the colors of the State Flag of the Russian Federation. The most popular decryption is as follows:
white – nobility and frankness,
blue – fidelity, honesty and chastity,
red – courage, boldness, generosity and love.
3. Take 4 napkins of each flag color and cut the folds on both sides.
4. Fold each cut napkin in half.
5. Then cut in half again.
6. Cut the napkins to the folded corner.
7. Carefully unfold the napkins, separating each layer.
8. Place on top of each other and twist, making a flower.
9. You should get 12 flowers, 4 flowers of each color.
10. We push each flower into a hole in the cardboard.
11. We secure each flower from the bottom, gluing it with a leaf at the bottom.
13. Cut out each phrase in an oval shape.
14. Using a glue stick, glue these “phrases” to the flowers.
15. The postcard is ready.
Participant in the competition for teachers " Best master class»
Municipal educational institution for orphans and children left without parental care "Children's Home-School"
Extracurricular activity
“The Moscow land is generous with talents”
Prepared
Primary school teacher
Terentyeva E.A.
November, 2012
Objectives of the event:
Creating an idea of characteristic features folk crafts of Khokhloma, Dymkovo, Zhostovo, Gzhel, as well as such products as Russian nesting dolls.
Development of perception, imagination, sense of beauty, harmony, national identity, creative abilities.
Forming an interest in the history and culture of one’s people.
Fostering respect for Russian masters and the native people.
Cultivating pride in national culture and creativity.
Developing interest in studying your native land.
Develop creativity, thinking, speech.
Strengthen the patriotic and moral qualities of the individual.
Develop the emotional sphere.
Learn to cherish the traditions of the Russian people.
Develop students' cognitive activity.
Exhibition of Russian folk crafts.
Posters about folk crafts.
Book of poems by Vladislav Bakhrevsky “Golden Keys to the Heart”.
Children's drawings and crafts.
Musical arrangement.
Students' reports about the cities of the Golden Ring of Russia.
Progress of the event
The hall is decorated with posters; drawings that children made in class visual arts; drawings by teachers; student reports about the cities of the Golden Ring of Russia.
There was an exhibition of samples of decorative and applied art of the Moscow region and children's works: Gzhel dishes, Zhostovo trays, Bogorodsk toy, nesting dolls from Sergiev Posad, Pavlovsk scarf, folk costume of a resident of the Moscow province, Kudrinsk wood carving, lacquer miniature of Fedoskino.
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”
Where do you get your courage and your beauty?
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?
Behind the village, at dawn, where the rye sways,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?”
“Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Rus'!”
Student 2: Moscow region, Moscow region,
Beloved and dear land!
Moscow region, Moscow region!
We admire you.
Student 3: The sun is rising brightly, people are rushing to the fair.
And at the fair there are goods: samovars are sold,
People buy dryers and great toys!
Host: - Do you know who came to us? That's right, Peddler. He goes to fairs and sells goods. Let's take a look in his box (takes out objects and shows).
Here are Khokhloma, Gzhel, and Dymkovo ladies. And the tray is good - Zhostovo!
Student 3: - See how much product I have in the box! I would like to invite you to the fair to help me sell my goods. But I doubt it: can you help me, do you know what my products are called?
Children: We know, we know! And not only what they are called, but also how and where they are made.
Student 3: - But we’ll check it now.
Amazing miracle we will bow more than once.
Now a story will be told about folk crafts.
Host: It’s no secret that the Russian nesting doll has become the best souvenir from Russia.
(Girls dressed as nesting dolls come out. They demonstrate several nesting dolls, taking them out one after another.)
Russian Matryoshenkas, white maidens.
All with scarlet cheeks, covered with scarves.
An amazing miracle - they talk about it everywhere.
Look how good the nesting doll is - the Russian soul!
Moscow matryoshka ditties are performed.
We are funny nesting dolls
We love to sing and dance,
We have rosy cheeks
Scarlet lips are burning.
On my sundress -
Clubfooted roosters.
I myself am not a clubfoot,
Clubfooted grooms.
There are two flowers on the window -
Blue and scarlet.
I'm a fighting girl
Even though she is small in stature.
I am a brave matryoshka,
The most skillful.
Round face and blush,
Dressed in a sundress.
Little white girls,
Where did you get whitewashed?
Yesterday we milked the cows
They washed their face with milk.
The matryoshka first appeared in the 90s. XIX century in Moscow.
The most cheerful bazaar in Rus' at that time was in Sergievsky Posad. No matter how clever the lively traders were, how they did not praise their goods! Whoever is more unusual will be more suitable for buyers. It seemed that nothing could surprise buyers anymore. But one day the sellers became wary and the buyers listened.
Student 4: Here are Masha, Dashka and Natasha
Three things in one pile.
And my son Vanyusha stayed at home,
Frost was scared.
This is how a peasant from the village of Abramtsevo described his goods and slowly laid out wooden dolls in multi-colored sundresses in front of customers. Suddenly he broke one in half, and in it was another, smaller one. He opened it, and another one was looking out of it. What a miracle?
That's it, master!
But he didn’t come up with this curiosity. The landowner Mamontova brought a Japanese toy from abroad - a large-headed wooden Japanese. You open it, and there is a Japanese woman in it, and there is also a Japanese baby hidden in it. The Mamontovs really liked the toy. They asked the turner Zvezdochkin to carve a doll out of wood like a Japanese one. The artist Malyutin was commissioned to paint it.
Malyutin loved to paint wood and often used motifs from Russian folk tales.
His doll did not look like a Japanese one. It was a girl in a Russian sundress and apron. The real Matryona. So they called the doll a matryoshka.
Many people admired the nesting doll, but only the rich could buy it.
Inventive craftsmen have already come up with new uniform nesting dolls. Dolls from the Cossacks, knights, and fly agarics appeared, but the cheerful peasant girl remained her favorite toy.
The matryoshka began to be exported abroad. And there everyone fell in love with her and surprised everyone.
You can make a matryoshka doll only on lathe, where the first, smallest, figurine is carved from seasoned birch or linden wood, and along it - bottom part larger figures, then its upper half, and so on the entire row of multi-place toys.
The shapes of the nesting doll are soft, rounded, the outlines of the head smoothly transition into the body. The base of the figure is stable.
After the master makes a wooden doll blank, the artist begins work.
In each locality, the matryoshka is painted differently. I'll tell you about the painting of a matryoshka doll from Sergiev Posad. We draw a painted scarf, eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth for the nesting doll, and blush the cheeks. From under the scarf you can see light brown hair, parted in the middle. We draw handles. Then we dress the nesting doll in an embroidered shirt and sundress.
The colors are bright, rich, we use gilding and varnish.
This is our Russian nesting doll!
Student 5: Scarlet silk scarf, Russian floral sundress.
The hand rests on the wooden sides.
And there are secrets inside: maybe three, maybe six.
Our Russian nesting doll is getting a little flushed!
(The matryoshka dance is performed)
Student 6: A snowball is falling softly, blue smoke is curling.
Smoke comes out of the chimneys in a column, as if everything is in a haze.
Blue distances. And the village was big - they called it Dymkovo.
Student 7: The evenings are long in winter, the master sculpts here from clay.
All toys are not simple, but magically painted:
Circles, squares, stripes - a seemingly simple pattern,
And I can’t look away.
Student 8: We came from Dymkovo and brought you toys.
Masters and craftswomen live in Dymkovo-Selo
Someone made a turkey - fluffy sides.
Someone's clay suddenly became a peacock.
Someone sculpted a tit – it immediately became more fun!
(Toys are demonstrated: a horse, a turkey, a duck, a lady in a hat, etc.)
Student 9: Lamb-whistle, left horn - curl,
The right horn is a curl, on the chest is a flower.
Marfutka Duck walks along the shore,
Marfutochka Duck is taking him for a swim.
Turkey-turkey-turkey, you look like a chest.
The chest is not simple, red, white, gold.
And these wonderful toys appeared in the settlement of Dymkovo, not far from the city of Khlynov. Dymkovo craftsmen were engaged in various crafts, but toy making was their favorite.
In ancient times, 100 or more years ago, holiday fairs were organized, the best decoration of which were Dymkovo whistle toys, made in the form of fairy-tale animals. These toys were loved not only by children, but also by adults; they decorated their homes with them.
(Whistling into toy whistles)
The legend of the Dymkovo horse has survived to this day. (showing a skate)
“Every spring, wonderful horses with silver manes and golden tails lead the chariot of the Sun into the sky. The sun brings warmth and harvests to people, which is why bright circles and stripes appeared on Dymkovo toys.”
An old Dymkovo toy is a complex handicraft. In the spring, red clay was collected and mixed with river sand. Balls were rolled out of the resulting clay, which were turned into “pancakes”, and then the “pancake” was folded so that the desired shape of the toy was obtained. Small parts sculpted separately and then attached to the main figure. They did this skillfully; for this purpose, the craftswomen always had a wet rag and a sharp splinter on hand. After modeling, the toys were dried for several days, then fired in a Russian oven and cooled.
The next stage of work is “whitening”: the figurine is immersed in a solution of chalk and milk. And the red clay figurine becomes dazzling white.
Now you can start coloring. To do this, you will need special paints, made with eggs and kvass. The patterns seem to be simple: cells, stripes, dots, circles, ovals. But the craftswomen know how to combine them with each other in such a way that the toy becomes bright, interesting, and original. In addition, the toy was decorated with shining diamond leaves of gold leaf, which made it even more elegant and richer.
(They demonstrate wooden dishes with Khokhloma painting).
Student 10: Khokhloma painting - a scattering of scarlet berries,
Echoes of summer in the green grass,
Coppice groves, silk splashes
Sunny honey golden foliage.
Student 11: Khokhloma painting, like witchcraft,
She asks herself to sing into a fairy-tale song,
And nowhere in the world are there such inflorescences.
Our Khokhloma is the most wonderful of all miracles.
This painting of wooden utensils and furniture is named after a village located in the Nizhny Novgorod region. In the village of Khokhloma, this wonderful tableware was sold at fairs, which was brought here from the villages of Semino, Kuligino, Novopokrovskoye.
And we’ll tell you when and how this miracle of folk craftsmen was born.
In ancient times, a master painter lived in Moscow. The king highly valued his skill and generously rewarded him for his work. The master loved his craft, but most of all he loved free life, and therefore one day he secretly left the royal court and moved to the Volga, into the deep forests. He built himself a hut. And she looked very ordinary, but when you step over the threshold, you can’t take your eyes off the furniture and the dishes that the master made. It was as if the sun had settled in his hut. The master knew how to make festive dishes out of simple wooden dishes so that they would burn like gold. To do this, he rubbed the dishes with tin powder, covered them with boiled linseed oil and put them in the oven. The heat turned the oil yellow, and the tin through it began to look like gold.
The fame of the master spread throughout the land, and it reached the formidable king. He ordered the archers to find the fugitive. But popular rumor flew faster than the archers’ feet.
The master learned about his misfortune, gathered people and revealed to them the secrets of his craft. And in the morning, when the royal guards arrived, everyone saw the master artist’s hut burning with a bright flame. The hut burned down, and no matter how hard they looked for the master himself, he was nowhere to be found. His fellow villagers picked up his craft. And they made so many beautiful painted dishes that they decided to sell them to anyone who wanted them.
Wooden utensils have been in widespread use since ancient times:
A wooden spoon with a bowl could be seen on the boyar’s table both in the peasant’s hut and in royal everyday life. Such utensils were required in large quantities, because the tree wore out quickly. Therefore, already in the 16th century, dishes were made for sale and brought to markets in hundreds and thousands of pieces.
The most honorable dish on the table was the salt lick. (product display).
IN folk proverbs bread and salt are combined into one inseparable whole.
“Eat bread and salt, but tell the truth,” says one.
“Without salt, without bread – bad conversation,” echoes another.
A wooden spoon also occupied a special place. Taking a piece of wood of a certain size - a spoon, the master spoon maker cut it into several parts. Then came the final finishing. The inside was removed with a knife hook, and the surface was planed, smoothed, and the product was ready.
The whole family worked on making spoons. The most important operations were the responsibility of men, and the surface of the spoons was finished by women and children. Then they were given to the master for painting.
Now the artist gets down to business. First, the entire product must be coated with silver aluminum powder, and only then painted with oil paints.
The painted item is again covered with linseed oil and dried in an oven, after which the silver gives a golden hue, and the red patterns glow even brighter on the gold and black background.
Khokhloma painting is a floral ornament.
Here are the elements of Khokhloma painting (showing samples from the stand):
“grass”, “apple”, “berry”, “grapes” and others.
The most important types of painting: “grass” and “Kudrina”.
Student 12: Spoons, spoons, painted spoons!
The spoons are gilded, the patterns are twisted!
Even slurp up cabbage soup with them, but if you want, play music!
(The boys beat out a rhythm with spoons and dance).
Student 13: How good it is - this Zhostovo tray!
All the flowers burn on it, as if painted with fire.
On a Zhostovo tray in the mirror surface of varnish
Rye copper of ears, steppe blush of poppy.
The crimson of the late leaves, the first snowdrop of the forest...
And Zhostovo brushes are more tender than light willow.
At the beginning of the 19th century. Not far from Moscow, in the ancient villages of Zhostovo, Ostashkovo, Novosiltsevo, a craft of painted lacquer trays arose.
In the 20s XX century small workshops merged into one artel, which later became the Zhostovo Decorative Painting Factory.
The birth of trays begins with cutting out a blank of the required size from an iron sheet. Then, using powerful presses, the workpiece is given the desired shape.
There are 26 in the factory various forms trays: round, oval, rectangular, “guitar”, octagonal, etc. The sharp edges of the mold are bent, the workpiece is primed, dried, sanded and coated with black paint and then varnish.
Zhostovo painting is a floral arrangement of roses, tulips, asters, dahlias, poppies, bells, daisies, and forget-me-nots. These flowers are collected in bouquets, garlands, and wreaths. They are supplemented with leaves and small twigs. The drawing is applied in a certain sequence.
Student 14: Blue birds across a blue sky, a sea of blue flowers.
Jugs and mugs - fact or fiction?
Golden handicrafts!
The blue fairy tale is a feast for the eyes, like drops in the spring.
Affection, care, warmth and patience - Russian ringing Gzhel!
There is a village near Moscow called Gzhel. Rich deposits of high-quality clay have long been discovered in this area, which led to the development of pottery here. This small village was first mentioned 650 years ago in a message from the Grand Duke of Moscow Ivan Kalita.
Gzhel dishes are made from white clay. This dish is white and has blue flowers painted on it.
Gzhel masters used only Blue colour, different shades of blue: from light blue to dark blue and even purple. The painting technique, which is still used by Gzhel masters, is called majolica.
Gzhel porcelain is diverse, it reflects all the styles and changes in tastes of past centuries.
But one thing remains constant in it - its folk character, since it was created in the sphere of folk craftsmen and traditions.
Student 3: Yes, Russian craftsmen knew how to work. They put all their skill into their work. That’s why the products turned out so beautiful and made people so happy.
Student 15: Look! These things have come to visit us today,
To tell us the secrets of ancient, wonderful beauty.
To introduce us to the world of Russia, the world of legends and goodness.
To say that there are miracle people in Russia - masters!
Presenter: And our guys also made crafts with their own hands!
(Children come out, each showing their handicrafts).
Well, thanks, guys! I see you know a lot about folk crafts. Yes, and you know how to do something yourself! Come with me to the fair! We will sell such products quickly!
So let’s take the balalaika for goodbye and sing along to it together!
^ Ditties performed:
Who said that ditties are no longer in fashion these days?
And it’s really just a matter of fashion if people love them!
Hey girls who are laughing
Sing some ditties!
Come out quickly
Make your guests happy!
We are Orekhov girls,
We won't get lost anywhere
We play our own music,
We dance and sing ourselves.
We respect our city
We protect our city
About my dear Nut
We sing sonorous songs.
We are friends with a cheerful song,
We all speak Russian.
We live well, don’t worry,
We eat bread with sour cream.
Oh, birch-birch tree
Curly-curly,
The city is not that big.
But still wonderful!
We are very glad to have guests,
We are still waiting for you to visit us.
We'll treat you to bread and tea,
We'll invite you to dance with us.
Children perform the Russian folk round dance “A princess walked around the city.”
A student reads poems by Vladislav Bakhrevsky “Memories of Orekhovo-Zuyevo.”
For shortcomings, pains, distances,
Behind the delight of green fields
We are not childhood, we left our souls,
Swans, cranes, bullfinches.
There's an unexpected miracle close there,
There the hedgehogs are all circling and telling fortunes,
And in the grass, like a sly saying,
Golden crown of snake.
All participants of the celebration and guests sing the song “Moscow Nights”.
Literature:
Klepinina Z.A. “My land: nature, history, culture.”
Dine G.L. "Toymaker"
Clients Alexey "Folk Crafts".
Bakhrevsky Vl. "Golden keys to the heart."
