Using the works of modern children's writers in educational work in preschools. Literary reading lesson on the topic V. Berestov “How to find a path” Relationships to the work of how to find a path

The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost. They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree, from tree to tree. Guys - to her:
- Belka, Belka, tell me,
Belka, Belka, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge.

“Very simple,” Belka answers. - Jump from this tree to that one, from that one to the crooked birch tree. From the crooked birch tree you can see a large, large oak tree. The roof is visible from the top of the oak tree. This is the gatehouse... Well, what about you? Jump!
- Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:
- Bunny, Bunny, tell me.
Bunny, Bunny, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge.

To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.
- Thanks honey! - the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.

They see a snail crawling.
- Hey, Snail, tell me,
Hey Snail, show me
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge.

It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. - Lu-u-better, I’ll take you there-u-u. Follow me.
- Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.

A bee sits on a flower. Guys - to her:
- Bee, Bee, tell me,
Bee, Bee, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge.
“W-w-w,” says the Bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow. See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...
And she flew away. The guys didn’t even have time to say thank you to her.

They went to where the bees were flying and quickly found the guardhouse. What a joy! And then grandfather treated them to tea with honey.

Story by Berestov V. Illustrations.

1. Meet the writer and the book exhibition.

Valentin Dmitrievich Berestov is a famous children's poet and writer, translator. The future poet learned to read at the age of 4. I wrote poetry since childhood.

Berestov wrote many wonderful works for children during his life. Here are some of them at our exhibition.

Let's read the titles of the books on the screen.

(… “How to find a path.”)

Slides 7 – 13.

This is exactly what we will do now - we will go into the forest to look for a path.

But first, let's do some breathing exercises.

2. Breathing exercises.

1st exercise “Blow out the candle.”

Take a deep breath and exhale all the air at once. Blow out one large candle.

Take a deep breath and exhale the air in three portions, blowing out each candle.

3. Logic exercises.

Now let's do another interesting task.

Slide 14.

FOREST NICK

WATCHMEN KA

BEES KA

SNAIL

BUNNY

SQUIRREL

We look at the vertical line with our eyes and try to read the words.

1) to myself, with my eyes;

2) to himself, moving his lips;

3) in a whisper;

4) out loud, in chorus.

What do these words have in common?

(All words are names of objects.)

Which word is "superfluous"?

(Gatehouse, answers the question What? Inanimate.)

What's happened gatehouse?

Now let’s read how this word is interpreted in the dictionary of Sergei Ivanovich Ozhegov.

(Wardman's quarters, watchman's housing.)

So, we are ready to go on a journey.

4. Work according to the textbook.

To do this, let’s open a textbook on literary reading and, based on the content, determine on which page the work of V. Berestov “How to Find a Path” is located.

The guys in our class prepared an expressive reading of the work.

A) Expressive reading of the work.

B) Identification of primary perception.

What impressed you most?

Name the main characters of the work.

(Guys, Squirrel, Hare, Snail, Bee)

C) Analysis of the work.

Do all the animals know where the forester's lodge is?

(Everyone has a very good idea of how to find the path.)

Are they all ready to help the guys get to her? (Yes.)

Please confirm your answer.

Work in groups using the textbook.

The 1st group will find and read what Belka answers to the children’s request to tell them how to find the path to grandfather’s lodge.

(Very simple.)

2nd group - what the Hare says.

(Nothing could be simpler.)

Group 3 – what Snail offers.

(… “I’ll take you there-oo-oo-oo”)

4th group - what the Bee says.

(“W-w-w-says the Bee. – I’ll show you.”)

As soon as the group is ready to respond, raises the red signal.

Examination.

Are the Squirrel, the Hare, the Snail, and the Bee talking about the same place? (Yes.)

So, we found out that all the animals are ready to help the guys and are talking about the same place.

What do they suggest the kids do to find the way to their grandfather’s lodge?

5. Work in groups using cards.

Take the card with the red circle. Read the words. For each word from the first column, select a word from the second column and connect them with arrows.

Exercise.Show with arrows what the animals propose to do in order to find the path to grandfather’s lodge.

Squirrel sniff

Hare jump

Snail go

Bee crawl

Examination.

One group reads, the rest raise a red signal if they connected the words the same way, and if they completed the task differently, a blue signal.

Do they advise going our separate ways or not?

(Their advice differs.)

Why?

(From the Squirrel’s point of view, it is most convenient to move around by jumping on branches. From the Hare’s point of view, it is very convenient to navigate by smell. The Snail thinks that it will be fastest if it crawls to the guardhouse. And the Bee thinks that if the children follow the flight of the bees , then they will easily find the guardhouse.)

Those. For each of them, his path is familiar and convenient.

Whose advice would each of you take?

6. Individual work using cards.

Take the card with the blue circle and check the box whose advice you would use.

Exercise.Whose advice would you use to find the way to the forester's lodge? Check ˅ .

Proteins □

Hare □

Snails □

Bees □

Examination.

Whose advice did the children take?

(The children took the Bee’s advice.)

Why?

(They gave advice from a human point of view - follow them.)

Whose animal advice is not suitable for the heroes?

(The advice of the Hare, Squirrel, and Snail is not suitable for the heroes.)

Why?

(The guys don’t know how to move like the Squirrel and the Snail. They don’t have such a sensitive nose as the Hare.)

So, what other ways can you look at the world in new ways?

With the help of movements and senses.)

Slide 15.

7. Physical education session with music.

Slide 16.

Why couldn’t the children find their grandfather’s lodge themselves?

(We got lost, the path disappeared.)

Can animals be called helpers of heroes?

They all wanted to help, but each from their own point of view. Another thing is that this help may not always be useful to the guys. Everyone can choose their own way of understanding the world, which is most acceptable to them. Other people's opinions must be respected.

8. Conversation about genre.

- What genre of literature have we seen today?

(A fairy tale.)

How did you guess that this was a fairy tale?

(The animals are talking.)

Is everything fabulous here? (No. Children walking. Animal habits.)

What are the names of such fairy tales, in which there is not only personification, but also truth?

(A fairy tale is not a fairy tale.)

What types of elements does a fairy tale combine?

(The fairy tale is a chain. Children meet different animals.)

Valentin Berestov’s fairy tale “How to Find a Path” is about how forest residents helped lost children find their way to their grandfather’s lodge.

Valentin Berestov. How to find a track

The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost. They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree. Guys - to her:

Belka, Belka, tell me,

Belka, Belka, show me,

How to find a track

To grandpa's lodge?

- Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.

The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:

Bunny, Bunny, tell me,

Bunny, Bunny, show me,

How to find a track

To grandpa's lodge?

- To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So? Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.

“Thank you, Bunny,” the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.

They see a snail crawling.

Hey Snail, tell me

Hey Snail, show me

How to find a track

To grandpa's lodge?

“It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. Lu-u-better, I'll take you there-u-u. Follow me.

- Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. - We have no time to crawl. We'd better ask someone else.

A bee sits on a flower. Guys to her:

Bee, Bee, tell me

Bee, Bee, show me,

How to find a track

To grandpa's lodge?

“W-w-w,” says the bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow. See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...

And she flew away. The guys didn’t even have time to say thank you to her. They went to where the bees were flying and quickly found the guardhouse. What a joy! And then grandfather treated them to tea with honey.

HOW TO FIND THE TRAIL

The guys went to visit their grandfather the forester. We went and got lost. They look, Squirrel is jumping over them. From tree to tree. From tree to tree. Guys - to her:

- Belka, Belka, tell me,
Belka, Belka, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge?

- Thank you, Belka! - the guys say. - Only we don’t know how to jump on trees. We'd better ask someone else.
The Hare is jumping. The guys sang their song to him too:

- Bunny, Bunny, tell me,
Bunny, Bunny, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge?

- To the lodge? - asked the Hare. - There is nothing simpler. At first it will smell like mushrooms. So? Then - hare cabbage. So? Then it smells like a fox hole. So?

Skip this smell to the right or left. So? When it is left behind, smell it like this and you will smell the smoke. Jump straight onto it without turning anywhere. This is the forester grandfather setting the samovar.

“Thank you, Bunny,” the guys say. “It’s a pity that our noses are not as sensitive as yours.” I'll have to ask someone else.
They see a snail crawling.

- Hey, Snail, tell me,
Hey Snail, show me
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge?

“It’s a long time to tell,” sighed the Snail. “Lu-u-better, I’ll take you there-u-u.” Follow me.

- Thank you, Snail! - the guys say. “We don’t have time to crawl.” We'd better ask someone else.

A bee sits on a flower. Guys to her:

- Bee, Bee, tell me,
Bee, Bee, show me,
How to find a track
To grandpa's lodge?

“W-w-w,” says the bee. - I’ll show you... Look where I’m flying. Follow.
See my sisters. Where they go, you go too. We bring honey to grandpa's apiary. Well, goodbye! I'm in a big hurry. W-w-w...

STORK AND NIGHTINGALE

...There was a time when birds could not sing. And suddenly they learned that in one distant country there lived an old, wise man who taught music. Then the birds sent the Stork and the Nightingale to him to check if this was so.

The stork was in a hurry. He couldn't wait to become the world's first musician.
He was in such a hurry that he ran to the sage and didn’t even knock on the door, didn’t greet the old man, and shouted with all his might right in his ear:

- Hey, old man! Come on, teach me music!

But the sage decided to first teach him politeness. He took the Stork out the threshold, knocked on the door and said:

- You have to do it like this.

- All clear! - Stork was happy. – Is this music? - and flew away to quickly surprise the world with his art.

The nightingale arrived later on its small wings. He timidly knocked on the door, said hello, asked for forgiveness for disturbing me and said that he really wanted to study music.

The sage liked the friendly bird. And he taught the nightingale everything he knew.

Since then, the modest Nightingale has become the best singer in the world.

And the eccentric Stork can only knock with his beak. Moreover, he boasts and teaches other birds:

- Hey, do you hear? You have to do it like this, like this! This is real music! If you don't believe me, ask an old sage.

SNAKE-BRAGGER

One day Vitya made a Snake. The day was cloudy, and the boy drew the sun on the Snake.

Vitya let go of the thread. The snake began to rise higher and higher, shaking its long tail and singing a song:

- I'm flying
And I soar
I light a candle
And warm!

- Who are you? - asked the birds.

- Don't you see? - answered the Serpent. - I am the sun!

- Not true! Not true! - the birds screamed. - The sun is behind the clouds.

- Behind what kind of clouds? – the Serpent got angry. - The sun is me! There was no other sun, no, there will not be and there is no need! Clear?

- Not true! Not true! - the birds were alarmed.

- Wha-o-o? Tsits, short-tailed ones! – the Snake barked, angrily shaking his long tail.

The birds scattered in fright. But then the sun came out.

- Peck the braggart! Pluck the deceiver's tail! - the birds shouted and attacked the Snake.

Vitya began to quickly unwind the thread, and the Serpent fell into the grass.

-What did you do there? - asked the boy.

- And what? – the Serpent was offended. - And you can’t joke?

“It’s a joke,” said Vitya, “but why lie and brag?” You must improve.

- Here's another new thing! – the Snake grumbled. - I won’t even think about it! Let the birds correct themselves!

- Ah well! – Vitya was indignant. - OK then! Then I'll fix you myself.

Now you won’t deceive or scare anyone, even if you burst with anger!

The boy took a brush and paints and turned the drawn sun into a funny face.

The snake flew into the sky again, singing a song:

- I'm flying,
I'm floating
What do I want,
That's what I'm doing!

He teased, lied, and boasted. But now everyone saw his funny face and thought he was joking. And he didn’t even think of joking.

- I am the sun! Do you hear? I am the sun! - shouted the Snake.

- Ha-ha-ha! - the birds laughed. - Oh, I made you laugh! Oh, I killed you! You won't get bored with you, brother!

- Tsk, short-tailed ones! - the Snake grumbled, angrily shaking his long tail.

But the birds laughed even louder, circled around the Serpent and pulled his tail.

VITYA, FITULKA AND ERASER

One day Vitya took paper and a pencil and drew a little man: a head in a circle, eyes with dots, a nose with a comma, a mouth with a squiggle, a belly with a cucumber, arms and legs like matches. And suddenly-

- Hello! – the little man squeaked. - My name is Fityulka. How about you?

“And I’m Vitya,” answered the surprised boy.

“Sorry, I didn’t hear,” said the little man. – If it doesn’t bother you, please draw ears for me.

- Of course, it won’t be difficult! – Vitya shouted and quickly drew the little man’s ears.

- I am extremely grateful to you! – Fityulka was delighted. - The audibility is excellent. Only one ear you placed for me right in the middle of my cheek. However, if it is necessary, I don’t mind.

“No, don’t,” said Vitya. - Come on, Eraser, help!

The eraser rubbed Fitulka's ear, and it disappeared. And Vitya drew a new one. Where needed.

- Do you want me to wipe your nose? – Eraser suggested.

“Thank you for your attention,” answered the polite Fityulka. “But you’d better rub my other cheek.” The paper, you see, is as white as snow, and, if you please, I am freezing.

- How is this - with our permission? - Vitya was surprised and drew Fityulka a warm hat with earflaps, a fur coat, felt boots, and a beard so that his cheeks would not freeze.

- Well, how? - asked the boy. -Are you warm?

- Thank you, grandson! - Fityulka said in a deep voice. - Respected the old man. Now I’ll get through the winter.

- Just a minute! - said Vitya. - Summer is coming now.

He drew the sky with a blue pencil, grass and trees with green, and the bright, bright sun with yellow.

- Well, how? Fine? - he asked Fityulka.

“That would be good,” sighed the bearded Fityulka. “However, I was exhausted, as if in a bathhouse, just to take off my fur coat.”

- Sorry, grandpa! - Vitya whispered. - Come on, Eraser, help!

The eraser rubbed the hat - the hat was gone, rubbed the fur coat and felt boots - neither the fur coat nor the felt boots were gone.

Vitya corrected the drawing, drew panties for Fityulka and couldn’t believe his eyes.

- In shorts, but with such a long beard! It doesn't happen that way. Come on, Eraser, help!

The eraser instantly shaved off Fityulka's beard, and the little man became younger.

- Hey, Vitka, let's play football! - Fityulka shouted. – Draw me a ball!

Vitya drew Fityulka a wonderful soccer ball.

- Now let's play! – Fityulka suggested.

- How am I going to play with you? – Vitya thought. - You are drawn, the ball is also drawn. You know? You can practice alone for now. And I’ll go into the yard and play with the guys. Do not be bored!

And he left... Fityulka became so unbearably bored that even Eraser felt sorry for him:

- Okay, let me play with you.

- Let's! – Fityulka was delighted. - Hold the ball! Pass!

The eraser hit the ball. Once! Half the ball was gone - it was erased! Again! There's nothing left at all!

- Give me the ball! - Fityulka whined. - Give it up!

- How can I give it away? – Eraser was surprised. - He’s no longer there. You can't give away what you don't have.

“Okay, okay,” Fityulka grumbled. “I’ll tell Vitya everything.”

“But you can’t tell,” Eraser got angry. - Because I will wipe your mouth. I can't stand it when they whine and snitch!

- No...

That's all Fityulka managed to shout. His mouth was now empty. Now he could only sniffle and sob. Two huge tears rolled out of his eyes.

- Oh, you crybaby! Oh you sneak! - Eraser was angry. “I want to and I’ll grind you all into powder.” I just feel sorry for the paper.

Vitya returned.

-What happened here? Where's the ball? Hey, Fityulka, where did you put the ball? Why are you silent? You don't have a mouth, do you?

The boy looked at Fityulka and saw that he really had an empty space instead of a mouth.

- Hey, Eraser, what happened here without me? I’m asking you in Russian, answer!

“Really in Russian,” thought Eraser. “If he had asked me in German, I probably wouldn’t have understood him.”

“These are all your tricks, Eraser,” Vitya guessed. – How many times have I asked you not to touch the drawing! Get into the pencil case!

- Come on, Eraser, help! Fityulka needs to wipe away her tears!

The eraser jumped out of the pencil case and gasped: next to Fityulka there was a whole football team. And just below the sun a brand new ball was flying.

Wonderful drawing! – Eraser admired and cheerfully got down to business.

EVIL MORNING

The forest wakes up, rustles, murmurs, makes noise:

- Good morning! Good morning! Good morning!

The wolf cubs wake up in their hole:

- Good morning, mommy! Good morning, daddy!

The parents frown. They scoured the forest all night, didn’t kill anyone, and are very angry.

“The morning is not always good,” the mother wolf grumbles, “that’s why decent wolves go to bed in the morning.” “Puppies!” - Papa Wolf is angry. “It would be better if you bit me than say such words.” “Good morning!” Is this how decent wolves should greet each other?

- How about it, daddy? We don’t know, the wolf cubs whine. Papa Wolf thought, thought and barked:

- That's how! Evil morning, children!

- Evil morning, daddy! Evil morning, mommy! – the wolf cubs happily pick up.

And so they squeal merrily, shouting these terrible words that their parents cannot stand:

- Good morning, kids! Good morning!

MASTER BIRD

We were driving from the desert to the city of Kunya-Urgench. There were sands all around. Suddenly I saw either a lighthouse or a factory chimney ahead.

- What is this? – I asked the Turkmen driver.

“An ancient tower in Kunya-Urgench,” answered the driver.

Of course, I was delighted. This means that soon we will get out of the hot sands, find ourselves in the shade of trees, and hear the water gurgling in the ditches.

Not so! We drove and drove, but the tower not only did not get closer, but, on the contrary, seemed to be moving further and further into the sand. She's very tall.

And the driver told me this story.

In ancient times, Kunya-Urgench was the capital of Khorezm - a rich, prosperous country. Khorezm was surrounded on all sides by sands. Nomads flew into the country from the sands, plundered it, and there was no way to keep track of when and where they would appear.

And so one master proposed to the Khorezm king to build a high tower. So high that you can see in all directions from it. Then no enemy will sneak in unnoticed.
The king gathered his wise men and asked them for advice. The sages thought and decided this:

“If you can see from the tower in all directions, then the tower itself will also be visible from everywhere. And it will be easier for enemies to reach us. The tower will show them the way. Therefore, it is absolutely clear that the master is a state traitor. His head needs to be cut off. And the construction of the tower should be prohibited.”

The king did not listen to the wise men. He ordered the construction of a tower.

And then an unexpected thing happened: the tower had not yet been completed, but the enemy raids had stopped. What's the matter?

It turns out that the wise men judged correctly: the tower was visible from everywhere. And the enemies, seeing her, thought that Khorezm was very close. They abandoned slow camels that carried water and food in the sands, rushed on fast horses to the beckoning tower, and every single one of them died in the desert from thirst and hunger.

Finally, one khan, the leader of the nomads, having destroyed his best army, unraveled the secret of the Khorezmians. He decided to take revenge.

Without lighting fires at night, hiding during the day in the depressions between the sand ridges, the khan quietly led his horde to the very foot of the tower.

The old master was still working on its top, laying brick after brick.

“Get down, dog!” the angry khan shouted to him. - I will cut off your empty head!

“My head is not empty, it is full of knowledge,” the master calmly answered. “Send me up here some more paper, glue and reed.” I will make feathers from reeds, glue a long scroll from paper and write everything I know on it. Then my head will truly become empty, and by cutting it off you will not lose anything: you will still have my knowledge.

Khan agreed. The master lowered a rope from the top of the tower, and a bag of paper, glue and reeds was tied to it. The old master glued together large wings from paper and reeds and flew away.

Then the khan said to his chronicler:

“Write down in history everything that happened, so that our grandchildren will know what a vile deception, what a base lie, what vile treachery these Khorezmians are capable of.”

- And the chronicler replied:

- Of course, the master deceived you. He made not a scroll, but wings and flew on them. But this is no longer a simple deception, but high intelligence. And our grandchildren will admire the man who learned to fly.

– Don’t write anything down in history! - the khan got angry. “Let no one know how we were fooled.”

Centuries have passed. People forgot the name of the formidable khan, the name of the king and his cowardly sages. But every boy in Kunya-Urgench knows who the master was and what he did, as if it had happened quite recently.

His name was Usta Kush, which translated means Master Bird.

COLTSFOOT

This bright yellow flower on a light hairy stem appears in the spring along with snowdrops. He is in such a hurry that he does not have time to release the leaves. He doesn't even know what they are.

And it blooms where the earth is disturbed, wounded, naked. Blooms on slopes. Blooms on embankments covered with coal and slag. It blooms near pits and in the pits themselves. Cheerfully turning yellow on piles of discarded earth.

– Coltsfoot has blossomed! Coltsfoot has blossomed! - people are happy.

-Who do they call that? - the flower is surprised. – Probably the land on which I grow. For me she is a mother, but for other flowers she is still a stepmother.
But now the time of flowers passes, and the time of big green leaves comes. On the inside they are soft, light, velvety: you rub them on your cheek and it becomes warm.

“This is mother,” people say.

But on the outside the leaves are hard and slippery; If you apply it to your cheek, you will feel the cold.

“And this is the stepmother,” people explain. But coltsfoot leaves don’t care what they are called. They have too much to worry about. Like strong green shields, they rush to cover and shade the earth, and with their underside, their warm, maternal side, they press themselves to the earth and whisper to it:

We are with you, earth. You're turning green again.

RIVER SKNIZHKA

What kind of strange procession moves through the meadows and vegetable gardens, without even looking at the haystack, at the beds of cabbage and turnips, at the cow and calf?

These are huge silvery willows, important, imperturbable, stood in pairs, held hands, leaned towards each other to make it easier to whisper, and, turning right, then left, and even back, slowly, reluctantly wander to where the great light flows. Oka.
Come to them. Push apart the tall nettles with a stick. Just please don’t touch the blackberries and currants. And if neither nettles nor even tasty berries stop you, then you will see the small river Sknizhka under a heavy canopy of branches. Even during the day it runs in the twilight, and its water does not seem transparent, but somehow black-green.

The willows tremble over it with every leaf. So that the sun doesn’t bake her, so that the wind doesn’t wrinkle her (it’s so bad for her to worry!), so that the cow doesn’t drink her, and the calf doesn’t muddy her, in order to protect her from the evil eye. And since it is not known whose is bad and whose is good, then just in case it is hidden from anyone’s eyes.

So until the very mouth (thank you, good willows!) the Book will see neither the sun, nor the sky, nor clouds, nor houses, nor a bather, nor a fisherman, nor a boat, nor a float, nor forests, nor fields, nor children, nor nets :

And the caring willows deliberately turn this way and that, so that the road is longer, so that Little Book will not soon reach the Oka, so that for a long time she will not see the wide world.

“Oh, oh, she’s still just a child, it’s too early, too early for her...” the willows whisper, intertwining more and more closely over her, bending lower and lower towards the black-green water and stroking her with their branches.

And the river runs and runs. You can't hold her back even with affection.

SUNNY BUNNY*

The Sun has many friendly sons - the rays. The smallest one is called Bunny, because he never sits still, runs everywhere, even climbs into places where other rays cannot reach. Bunny loves to play with the kids: he allows himself to be caught in the mirror and happily jumps wherever he is sent.

Like many kids, Bunny did not like to go to bed. One evening, when the Sun was taking his children to rest, the Bunny hid and decided to see what would happen next.
It got dark, and the Bunny was left all alone. He tried to shine with all his might, but one ray, and such a small one at that, would not make the big black night any brighter. Even the stars cannot do this, although there are a lot of them. The bunny got bored alone, and he ran to where it was light. It was a city. There were so many lights there that no one noticed the Bunny. Most of all he liked the three cheerful lights: green, yellow and red. They played hide and seek - two hide, one leads. The bunny flew up to them.

The red light angrily shouted to him:

Then the yellow one looked out and whispered:

- Carefully! And the green one said:

- The path is clear! Please go away! Can't you see, we're working! We are a traffic light!

Then the Bunny began to look for the children and look into the dark windows. All the children slept soundly in their cribs and had interesting dreams. None of them woke up to play with the Bunny.
The bunny became sad - after all, no one needs him in the city at night. And he ran into the forest. “This is where,” he thinks, “I’ll play with the animals and birds.”

The houses ran out, and instead of a street there was only a road. It was a lot of fun here. The lights of the cars flashed to each other, they ran races, played tag.

- I drive! - shouted the Bunny, rushing first to one light and then to another.

The cars at first shied away from him, thinking that another car was rushing towards them, and then they got angry and honked:

- Get out of the way! You don't know our rules!

- Well, okay! - said the Bunny and turned into the forest. The first thing the Bunny saw in the quiet dark forest was a green light in the grass. Red and yellow were not nearby.

- That's good! – the Bunny was happy. - So it’s not a traffic light. You can play.

But the light seemed to disappear through the ground. The Bunny searched and searched for him and found nothing in the grass except some boring worm. And this was Firefly.

And then midges flew towards the Bunny from all sides.

- Let’s dance and spin! – the midge buzzed and went to dance.

There were more and more midges and mosquitoes. They pushed and jumped stupidly and quickly tired of the Bunny.

Where are the animals? Someone ran by, their eyes sparkled. The bunny did not know that it was a wolf, and chased him. The hungry beast ran away without looking back, hid in a pile of dead wood and howled and clattered its teeth all night; fear and anger. He didn’t even think that for the first time in his life he was afraid of a hare. Although sunny, but still a hare.

Not finding the animals, the Bunny flew to the nests. Some rook woke up and screamed out of sleep:

- Brrrats! Carraul! We fell asleep! Let's get to work!

The other rooks stirred, raised their heads, saw that it was dark all around, and grumbled:

- Rrrano! Rrrano! Sleep, fool! Only one large bird was not sleeping - it was flying low, looking for something.

-Have you lost something? “Allow me, I’ll give you some light,” suggested the Bunny.

- Get out! - said the bird. “Because of you, I can’t see anything.”

The bunny was surprised: what kind of bird is this if it needs darkness to see better? He illuminated it and saw an owl in front of him. They both got scared of each other and scattered in different directions.

“All the good animals and birds are sleeping, there is nothing to do in the forest,” the Bunny sighed and flew to the sea.
Ships were sailing along the sea. There were spotlights and steep cabin windows. The ships were so huge and important that the Bunny did not dare to play with them and dived under the water.

The fish swam to his light. It was not interesting to play with them: they filled their mouths with water and remained silent. The bunny touched them and jumped away - they were so slippery and cold. Pisces is behind him. They move their fins and widen their eyes.

“And I’ll run away from you,” said the Bunny and surfaced. Not so! Following him, a Flying Fish jumped out of the water, almost caught up with him, but, fortunately, fell off and plopped into the sea.

The bunny rushed over the sea, almost crying: “Ju-u-duck!” And suddenly he saw in the distance a kind, kind, alluring fire. It was the Lighthouse.

It's not scary at all to be around him. The lighthouse blinked welcomingly at passing ships. The bunny decided to help him and also began to wink. But he is a Bunny because he cannot sit in one place. And the baby began to frolic, running back and forth.

- You should go to bed, son! – Mayak said affectionately. - You're disturbing me a little. What if some ship goes astray because of you!

-Where am I going to go? – Bunny asked plaintively.

“To the mountains,” advised the kind Mayak. – The Sun and your brothers come there first.

There was a fire in the mountains. Shepherds in hats sat around the fire and sang a long song. Sheep dozed nearby, huddled together. The bunny quietly crept up to the fire, lay down on the spread cloak and fell asleep.

I woke up - there was no cloak, no shepherds, no sheep. The fire burned out. The poor bunny was chilled, shrank, and turned pale. And then the Sun appeared, brothers-rays poured out. And the Bunny rolled head over heels into the valley with them - to play, sparkle, and amuse the children.

*Written together with Nikolai Panchenko based on his story.

HONEST TRACKED

The caterpillar considered itself very beautiful and did not let a single drop of dew pass without looking at it.

- How good I am! - the Caterpillar rejoiced, looking with pleasure at its flat face and arching its furry back to see two golden stripes on it. “It’s a pity that no one, no one notices this.”

But one day she got lucky. A girl walked through the meadow and picked flowers. The caterpillar climbed onto the most beautiful flower and began to wait. And the girl saw her and said:

- That's disgusting! It's disgusting to even look at you!

- Ah well! - the Caterpillar got angry. “Then I give my honest caterpillar word that no one, ever, anywhere, for anything, under any circumstances, under any circumstances, will see me again!”

You gave your word - you need to keep it, even if you are a Caterpillar. And the Caterpillar crawled up the tree. From trunk to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to branch, from branch to twig, from twig to leaf. She took out a silk thread from her abdomen and began to wrap herself around it. She worked for a long time and finally made a cocoon.

- Ugh, how tired I am! – the Caterpillar sighed. - I'm completely exhausted. It was warm and dark in the cocoon, there was nothing more to do, and the Caterpillar fell asleep. She woke up because her back was itching terribly. Then the Caterpillar began to rub against the walls of the cocoon. She rubbed and rubbed, rubbed right through them and fell out. But she fell somehow strangely - not down, but up.

And then the Caterpillar saw the same girl in the same meadow. "Horrible! - thought the Caterpillar. “I may not be beautiful, it’s not my fault, but now everyone will know that I’m also a liar.” I gave an honest assurance that no one would see me, and I didn’t keep it. A shame!" And the Caterpillar fell into the grass.

And the girl saw her and said:

- Such a beauty!

“So trust people,” grumbled the Caterpillar. “Today they say one thing, and tomorrow they say something completely different.”

Just in case, she looked into the dew drop. What's happened? In front of her is an unfamiliar face with a long, very long mustache. The caterpillar tried to arch its back and saw that large multi-colored wings appeared on its back.

- Oh, that's it! – she guessed. - A miracle happened to me. The most ordinary miracle: I became a Butterfly! This happens.

And she merrily circled over the meadow, because she did not give the butterfly’s honest word that no one would see her.

WHAT PEOPLE WILL SAY

In the old days, there lived a peasant son, Ashir, and the daughter of a khan, Altyn. And they fell in love with each other.

“Come with me, Altyn,” says Ashir. – We will raise children, share sorrow and joy.

“It’s better to come with me,” Altyn answers. - We will live without grief and worries.

They come to the garden. Nightingales sing, streams flow, flowers bloom.

- Beautiful garden! - says Ashir.

“Consider it yours,” Altyn answers.

- You will see how I will take care of the trees, what flowers I will plant.

– What will people say? – Altyn answers. - Greedy, they say, Altyn couldn’t hire a gardener. She made her husband bend his back. No, honey, I won’t allow such shame.

- Rich flock! - says Ashir.

“Consider it yours,” Altyn answers.

“I love herding flocks,” says Ashir. “You’ll see, not a single sheep will be lost.”

– What will people say? – Altyn answers. “I couldn’t, they say, hire a shepherd.”

- Excellent horses! - says Ashir.

- Consider them yours! – Altyn answers.

“I like to follow horses,” says Ashir. “You’ll see how I will groom them, how I will comb their manes and tails.”

– What will people say? – Altyn answers. “I couldn’t, they say, hire a groom.”

Ashir frowned.

- It will be boring for me to live without doing anything.

“And we,” Altyn answers, “will invite guests so that you don’t get bored.”

“That’s good,” says Ashir. “I’ll cook pilaf for them: you’ll lick your fingers and swallow your tongue.”

– What will people say? – Altyn answers. “I couldn’t, they say, hire a cook.”

“Well,” says Ashir, “then I’ll sing songs to them, I know a lot of songs.”

“Don’t worry,” Altyn replies, “we’re calling singers.”

“And I,” says Ashir, “will tell fairy tales.”

“Thank you for reminding me,” Altyn answers. – We’ll have to invite storytellers too.

“I’ll be lost from such a life,” says Ashir. - I’ll run away from you wherever I look.

– What will people say? – Altyn answers. – Bad, they say, Altyn. The groom ran away from her. No, honey, I'll run away with you!

And they left to raise children, to share joy and sorrow. What did the people say? And people still tell this tale about them.

But there is another ending to this story. Only the groom disappeared and was nowhere to be found. Then the khan’s daughter ordered to sell all her wealth and use this money to build a caravanserai - a hotel for travelers, where they could relax and water the camels. And she also ordered that people pass the bricks for this building along a chain from hand to hand across the entire desert from the other end of the country. They paid them a lot of money for this.

They say that a loving woman walked along this chain from end to end, looking into the faces of everyone who passed the bricks from hand to hand. Among the poor, tramps and beggars who stood in a chain, she actually found her beloved and went somewhere with him. And the fortress-like building of the caravanserai still rises above the desert.

Khvorostina

All the branches on the tree have long since turned green. Only one remained black and naked, as if there was no one at all.

A woodpecker sat on it, tapped it with its beak and said:

- So-so! A completely dry branch. The branch woke up from his knock and gasped:

- Fathers! Is it already summer? Did I really sleep through spring?

“You have dried up,” the neighboring branches rustled. “I wish the wind would break you or a man would cut you down as soon as possible, otherwise you’ll spoil the whole tree.”

“Nothing,” the branch answered. “Soon I too will turn green.”

– Have you ever heard of buds opening in the middle of summer? - the neighboring branches grumbled. - It was not green in the spring, in the spring!

“If I’m going to turn green, it means I’m not completely dry,” answered the branch.

- You twig! - the neighbors got angry. - Stick, club, log, log, snag!

“Say what you want,” said the branch. - But I will still live.

But her hard buds never opened. She didn’t feed anyone, didn’t hide anyone in the shade, didn’t shelter anyone in the foliage. It did not bloom and did not send winged seeds to the wind.

In autumn, the leaves on the branches turned yellow and, well, they began to fly and whirl. The neighboring branches fell asleep. Now they themselves have become black, naked. The dry branch was no different from them. Even the woodpecker sat on it as if nothing had happened and asked:

- Why do not you sleep? Let's sleep, gain strength until spring! “And then he recognized her.” - How absent-minded I am! I'm talking about spring to Khvorostina! It is not possible for a dry branch to come to life again.
He fluttered and flew away, and the branch straightened up and said:

- Wait and see.

Winter has come. Snowflakes fell on the branch, covered every twig, every bud, filled every fork. The branch became warm and heavy, as if from leaves. Freezing. Needles of frost grew on the branch and enveloped it on all sides. The branch sparkled in the rays of the frosty sun.

"Well! - she thought. “It turns out that being a dry branch is not so bad.”

Then the thaw came. Drops hung on the branch. They shimmered, glittered, fell one after another, and each time the branch rose and trembled. As if alive. And again it snows. And again frost. It was a long winter. But then the branch looked up: the sky was warm and blue. I looked down: there were black circles under the trees.

The snow has melted. Last year's leaves appeared out of nowhere and began to rush through the forest. Apparently, they decided that their time had come again.

The wind died down and they calmed down. But the branch noticed that even without the wind they rustled quietly. It's the blades of grass coming out from under them.

The blades of grass came out one by one, and the foliage on the tree blossomed all at once. The neighboring branches woke up and were surprised:

- Look! The twig did not break during the winter. Looks strong.

The thread heard this and became sad:

- So, I really am a twig. This means that nothing will work out for me. Even if a man chopped me down and threw me into the fire...

And she imagined how the fire would light up, how tongues of fire would flash on her, like large red leaves. This made her feel warm and a little painful.

Then a woodpecker sat on her:

- Hi Hi! How is your health? Are bark beetles bothering you?

“Woodpecker, woodpecker...” sighed the branch. “Again you mixed everything up - you mistook a dry branch for a living one.”

- How dry are you? – the woodpecker was surprised. -You just fell asleep. Others are turning green with all their might, but yours have just opened their buds. By the way, where did the twig that was sticking out here go?

- So it was me! – the branch was happy.

- Stop talking nonsense! - said the woodpecker. “It was a completely dry branch.” Somehow, I can somehow distinguish a living branch from a dry one. I still work with my head.

LITERARY READING LESSON

Educational and educational complex "Promising primary school" 2nd grade

Topic: "V. Berestov ""How to find a path"

Lesson type: discovery of new knowledge

(using elements of productive reading technology)

Goals: developing educational and cognitive interest in fairy tales through text analysis and identifying new ways through which you can see the world in a new way during joint and group activities under the guidance of a teacher

Equipment: computer, multimedia projector, Russian language textbook part 2, textbook on literary reading, individual cards.

Regulatory Actions .

Providing students with organization of their educational activities. Emotionally positive attitude to the lesson.

Identification and awareness by students of what has been learned in the lesson.

Meaning formation (what the lesson taught)

Cognitive UUD

Constructing a speech utterance in oral form.

Independent formulation of a cognitive goal.

Semantic reading, text analysis, information search, generalization.

Communicative UUD

The ability to negotiate, control the actions of a partner, and express one’s opinion.

Personal UUD

Value attitude towards joint cognitive activity

During the classes:

1. Organizational moment.

The bell rang and stopped.

The lesson begins.

You can sit quietly at your desk,

Or you can go to the forest -

Look at the world in a new way.

You are ready? Then let's begin.

2. Updating basic knowledge.

And we can take with us the objects depicted on the screen.

Name them.

(Magnifying glass, binoculars, frame, colored glass.)

Why do you think we need them?

( With the help of these objects you can look at the world in a new way.)

What other ways of seeing the world in new ways are you familiar with?

(Look out the window, look into a puddle, squint.)

3. Setting the goal of the lesson.

So, what are we going to learn in class?

(Look at the world in a new way.)

And for the world to reveal its secrets to us, what should we be able to do?

(Imagine, fantasize, observe.)

Which section are we continuing to work on?

("Point of view")

What is a point of view?

(Your own, special view of the world.)

So, today in the lesson we will continue to find out how you can see the world in a new way.

And the work on p. will help us with this. 131 (reader)

Find and read.

(“How to find a path” Valentin Berestov)

4. Presentation of new material.

What is the name of the work? Who is its author?

What is the topic of the lesson? (introduction to the workValentina Berestova

"How to find a path")

What else is this work about?(we can guess about children and animals from the pictures)

Getting to know the work of V. Berestov

-Valentin Dmitrievich Berestov is a famous children's poet and writer, translator.

Born on April 1, 1928 in the small, quiet town of Meshchovsk, Kaluga region, in the family of a teacher. The future poet learned to read at the age of 4. I wrote poetry since childhood. The first poetic experiment ended sadly. For teasing his classmates, their author, eight-year-old Berestov, was punished. He already composed other poems in secret and wrote them down in a notebook.

Berestov recalled: “Most of all, as a child, I wanted to write about my friends, about school, about our dreams and games.”

After the Second World War, their family moved to Moscow, where he entered the university at the history department.

When Berestov had a daughter, Marishka, he began to compose children's poems and fairy tales, which we still read today.

Berestov wrote many wonderful works for children during his life. Here are some of them at our exhibition.

Working with the textbook .

Familiarization with the work plan for the work.

1) Determine the genre of the work.

2) Identify the main characters of the work.

3) Compile a “dictionary” of unclear words.

4) Find out how to find a track.

5) Identify new ways through which you can understand the world and look at it in a new way.

6) Determine the main idea of the work.

Reading a work by children who read well. Introductory reading.

What genre of work are we familiar with?(Fairy tale.)

How did you guess that this was a fairy tale?(The animals are talking.)

Is everything fabulous here?(No. Children walking. Animal habits.)

What are the names of such fairy tales, in which there is not only personification, but also truth?

(A fairy tale is not a fairy tale.)

What type of fairy tale does this fairy tale combine?(The fairy tale is a chain. Children meet different animals.)

Name the main characters of the work.

(Guys, Squirrel, Hare, Snail, Bee)

Dictionary. What words did you not understand?

Forester, lodge, sensitive noses, apiary

Physical education minute

Study reading.

Where did the guys go?(to grandfather the forester)

Why did the guys have to look for a path? Read it.(Let's go and get lost)

Who did the children turn to for help? (To the squirrel, hare, snail, bee )

Do all the animals know where the forester's lodge is?(Everyone has a very good idea of how to find the path.)

Are they all ready to help the guys get to her? (Yes.) Please confirm your answer.

( Very simple - Squirrel, There is nothing simpler - Hare, “I’ll take you there-oo-oo-oo” - Snail, “W-w-says the Bee. - I’ll show you.)

Are the Squirrel, the Hare, the Snail, and the Bee talking about the same place?(Yes.)

So, we found out that all the animals are ready to help the guys and are talking about the same place.

What do they suggest the kids do to find the way to their grandfather’s lodge?

Work in pairs.

Take the card with the red circle. Read the words. For each word from the first column, select a word from the second column. Show with arrows what the animals propose to do in order to find the path to grandfather’s lodge. Prove orally with an example from the text.

Squirrel sniff

Hare jump

Snail go

Bee crawl

One pair reads, the rest raise their hands if they completed the task differently.

Do they advise going our separate ways or not? (Same)

Is their advice the same?(Their advice differs.) Why?

Those. For each of them, his path is familiar and convenient.

Whose advice would each of you take?

Individual work using cards.

Take the card with the blue circle and check the box whose advice you would use to find the way to the forester’s lodge.

Mark ˅. (tick in the box)

Proteins □

Hare □

Snails □

Bees □

Checking student answers.

Whose advice did the children take? Read it.(The children took the Bee’s advice.) Why?

(They gave advice from a human point of view - follow them.)

Whose animal advice is not suitable for the heroes?

(The advice of the Hare, Squirrel, and Snail is not suitable for the heroes.)

Why?

(The guys don’t know how to move like the Squirrel and the Snail. They don’t have such a sensitive nose as the Hare.)

So, what other ways can you look at the world in new ways?

(Using movements and senses.) Have we achieved the goal of the lesson? (Yes, because we learned new ways of understanding the world)

Is it possible to name animalsmagical helpers of the heroes?(No, because animals try to help without resorting to magic, with their experience, on their own)

But just assistants to heroes? (Yes. They all wanted to help, but each from their own point of view. Another thing is that this help may not always be useful to the guys. Everyone can choose their own way of understanding the world, which is most acceptable to them. Everyone looks at the world in their own way, based on from living conditions, experience, age, hobbies, opportunities, etc.)

- So what is the main idea of this piece? What does it teach?

Compare how the guys reacted even to the animals’ advice that was inappropriate for them.(Always thanked. Respected.) (Other people’s opinion must be respected)

5. Homework to choose from:

6. Reflection of activity.

If, while traveling through a fairytale forest, you learned new ways to see the world in a new way, and actively took part in finding answers to questions, take a flowerblue colors. If you worked, but experienced difficulties, did not understand much -red colors. And if you didn’t learn anything, didn’t work -yellow colors. Decorate the forest path with flowers.

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Literature

Educational technologies: collection. mat. M.: Balass, 2012.