Spring is coming sweet analysis of the work. Fairy tale "Spring is coming"
Sladkov's stories about forest life. Stories about nature for primary schoolchildren. Stories for primary school students. Extracurricular reading in grades 1-4. Educational stories about the natural world for schoolchildren.
Nikolai Sladkov. Sly dandelion
They say there is nothing more cunning than the fox and the beast. There may not be an animal, but a dandelion is more cunning than a fox! Looks like a simpleton. But in reality it’s on your own mind. Passion is cunning!
It's cold in the spring, hungry. All the flowers sit in the ground, waiting for their warm hour. And the dandelion has already bloomed! It shines like a clear sun. Since autumn he has stored food in the roots; outdid everyone. Insects rush to his flowers. That’s fine with him: let them pollinate.
The seeds will set, the dandelion will close the bud and, like a cradle with twins, quietly lower the bud down. After all, babies need peace and warmth: let them gain strength by lying quietly on the ground in a warm cradle.
And when the kids grow up, their flying wings grow - it’s time to hit the road, to new lands, to green distances. Now they need height, they need space and wind. And the dandelion again raises its stem, straightens it like an arrow, above all anemones, cat's paws, woodlice and weeds. Scatter and sprout!
What about a fox: she has four legs, sharp teeth. And the foxes are only five heels old. She would try to raise a hundred children, when instead of legs there is only a root, and instead of teeth there is a stem and a leaf. Neither run away, nor hide, nor dodge. The bug is threatening too. So the dandelion is cunning, without leaving its place. And nothing - it flourishes.
Nikolai Sladkov. Forest hiding places
The forest is thick, green and full of rustles, squeaks, and songs.
But then the hunter entered it - and instantly everything hid and became wary. Like a wave from a stone thrown into the water, anxiety rolled from tree to tree. All for a bush, for a twig - and silence.
Now if you want to see, become invisible yourself; if you want to hear, become inaudible; If you want to understand, freeze.
I know that. I know that from all the forest hiding places quick eyes are watching me, wet noses are catching the streams of wind running from me. There are many animals and birds around. Try to find it!
I came here to see the Scops Owl - a tiny owl, similar to a starling.
All night long she, as if wound up, shouts her: “I’m sleeping! I'm sleeping! I'm sleeping! - as if a forest clock is ticking: “Tick! Teak! Teak! Teak!.."
By dawn the forest clock will begin: the Scops Owl will fall silent and hide. Yes, she hides so cleverly, as if she had never been in the forest.
Who hasn't heard the voice of the Scops Owl - the night hours - but what does it look like? I only knew her from the picture. And I wanted to see her alive so much that I wandered through the forest all day, examining every tree, every branch, looking into every bush. Tired. I'm hungry. But I never found her.
He sat down on an old stump. I'm silent, I'm sitting.
And lo and behold, out of nowhere - a snake! Gray. A flat head on a thin neck, like a bud on a stalk. She crawled out from somewhere and looked into my eyes, as if she was expecting something from me.
The snake is a creeper, it must know everything.
I tell her, like in a fairy tale:
- Snake, snake, tell me where the scops owl hid - the forest clock?
The snake teased me with its tongue and dashed into the grass!
And suddenly, as in a fairy tale, forest hiding places opened up before me.
The snake rustled for a long time in the grass, appeared again at another stump - and wiggled under its mossy roots. She dove, and a large green lizard with a blue head turned out from under them. It was as if someone had pushed her out of there. She rustled on a dry leaf and snuck into someone’s hole.
There is another hiding place in the hole. The owner there is a stupid-faced mouse-vole.
She was frightened by the blue-headed lizard, jumped out of the hole - from the darkness into the light - she rushed and rushed about - and walked under a lying log!
Another squeak and fuss rose under the deck. There was also a hiding place there. And all day long two animals slept in it - dormouse. Two animals that look like squirrels.
Dormouses jumped out from under the log and were stunned with fear. Ruffed tails. They climbed up the trunk. They clicked, but suddenly they became scared again, and they rushed even higher up the trunk with a screw.
And higher up in the trunk there is a hollow.
The little sleepyheads wanted to enter it - and bumped heads at the entrance. They squeaked in pain, both rushed again at once - and then they fell into the hollow together.
And from there - poof! - little hollow devil! The ears on the top of the head are like horns. The eyes are round and yellow. He sat down on a branch, with his back to me, and turned his head so that he was looking straight at me.
Of course, this is not a devil, but a Scops Owl - night hours!
I didn’t have time to blink, she - one! - willow foliage. And there was a fuss and a squeaking sound: someone was also hiding.
So from hollow to hollow, from hole to hole, from log to log, from bush to bush, from crevice to crevice, the small fry of the forest shy away in fear, revealing to me their secret hiding places. From tree to tree, from bush to bush, like a wave from a stone, anxiety rolls through the forest. And everyone hides: hop-hop behind a bush, behind a twig - and silence.
If you want to see, become invisible. If you want to hear, become inaudible. If you want to find out, hide.
Nikolai Sladkov. Mysterious beast
A cat catches mice, a seagull eats fish, a flycatcher eats flies. Tell me what you eat and I will tell you who you are.
- Guess who I am? I eat bugs and ants!
I thought and said firmly:
- I didn’t guess! I also eat wasps and bumblebees!
- Yeah! You're a buzzard!
- Don't be a buzzard! I also eat caterpillars and larvae.
— Blackbirds love caterpillars and larvae.
- And I’m not a blackbird! I also gnaw on the antlers shed by moose.
“Then you must be a wood mouse.”
- And not a mouse at all. Sometimes I even eat mice myself!
- Mice? Then, of course, you are a cat.
- Either a mouse or a cat! And you didn't guess right at all.
- Show yourself! - I shouted. And he began to peer into the dark spruce, where the voice was heard.
- I’ll show myself. Just admit yourself defeated.
- It's early! - I answered.
— Sometimes I eat lizards. And occasionally fish.
- Maybe you are a heron?
- Not a heron. I catch chicks and steal eggs from bird nests.
- It looks like you are a marten.
- Don't tell me about the marten. The marten is my old enemy. And I also eat kidneys, nuts, seeds of fir trees and pine trees, berries and mushrooms.
I got angry and shouted:
- Most likely, you are a pig! You eat everything. You are a feral pig who stupidly climbed onto the tree!
The branches swayed, parted, and I saw... a squirrel!
- Remember! - she said. — Cats eat not only mice, seagulls catch not only fish, flycatchers swallow not only flies. And squirrels gnaw not only nuts.
Nikolai Sladkov. Forest time
Forest time is not rushed...
Blue rays broke through the cracks of the green ceiling. They create purple halos on the dark ground. These are sunbeams.
One bunny lies next to me, he slightly moves his ears. There is a quiet matte glow above him. It’s dark all around, and where the bunny is, every spruce needle on the ground, every vein on a fallen leaf is visible. Under the bunny is a gray log with black cracks. And on the log there is a snake. It was as if someone had squeezed thick brown paint out of a thick tube without sparing it; the paint lay down in tight curls and froze. On top is a tiny head with clenched lips and two prickly sparkles - eyes.
Everything here below is motionless and quiet. It seems that time has stopped.
And above, above the green forest ceiling, blue waves of wind roll; there is the sky, clouds, sun. The sun slowly floats to the west, and the sunbeam creeps across the earth to the east. I see this by how the leaves and specks that look closer sink into the shadows and how new blades of grass and sticks protrude from the other side of the shadow.
The ray of the sun is like the hand of a forest clock, and the earth with sticks and specks is the forest dial.
But why doesn’t the snake sink into the shadows, how is it that it is always in the center of the shining oval?
Forest time trembled and stopped. I intensely peer into the twists of the elastic snake’s body: they are moving! They move slightly noticeably, towards each other; I notice this by the jagged stripe on the snake's back. The snake’s body pulsates slightly: it expands and then collapses. The snake moves invisibly exactly as much as the sunspot moves, and therefore is constantly in the center of it. Her body is like living mercury.
The sun is moving in the sky, tiny spots of the sun are moving throughout the vast forest land. And along with them sleepy snakes move in all the forests. They move slowly, imperceptibly, just as lazy forest time moves slowly and imperceptibly. They move as if in a dream...
Nikolai Sladkov. On an unknown path
I had to walk on different paths: bear, boar, wolf. I walked along rabbit paths and even bird paths. But this was the first time I had walked such a path. This path was cleared and trampled by ants.
On animal trails I unraveled animal secrets. Will I see anything on this trail?
I did not walk along the path itself, but nearby. The path is too narrow - like a ribbon. But for the ants it was, of course, not a ribbon, but a wide highway. And many, many Muravyov ran along the highway. They dragged flies, mosquitoes, horseflies. The transparent wings of the insects glittered. It seemed as if a trickle of water was pouring between the blades of grass along the slope.
I walk along the ant trail and count my steps: sixty-three, sixty-four, sixty-five steps... Wow! These are my big ones, but how many ants are there?! Only at the seventieth step did the trickle disappear under the stone. Serious trail.
I sat down on a stone to rest. I sit and watch the living vein beat under my feet. The wind blows - ripples along a living stream. The sun will shine and the stream will sparkle.
Suddenly, it was as if a wave rushed along the ant road. The snake swerved along it and - dive! - under the stone on which I was sitting. I even pulled my leg back - it was probably a harmful viper. Well, rightly so - now the ants will neutralize it.
I knew that ants boldly attack snakes. They will stick around the snake and all that will remain is scales and bones. I even decided to take the skeleton of this snake and show it to the guys.
I'm sitting, waiting. A living stream beats and beats underfoot. Well, now it's time! I carefully lift the stone so as not to damage the snake skeleton. There is a snake under the stone. But not dead, but alive and not at all like a skeleton! On the contrary, she became even thicker! The snake, which was supposed to be eaten by the ants, calmly and slowly ate the Ants itself. She pressed them with her muzzle and pulled them into her mouth with her tongue. This snake was not a viper. I have never seen such snakes before. The scales are like sandpaper, fine, the top and bottom are the same. Looks more like a worm than a snake.
An amazing snake: it raised its blunt tail up, moved it from side to side, like its head, and suddenly crawled forward with its tail! But the eyes are not visible. Either a snake with two heads, or without a head at all! And it eats something - ants!
The skeleton didn't come out, so I took the snake. At home I looked at it in detail and determined the name. I found her eyes: small, about the size of a pinhead, under the scales. That’s why they call it the blind snake. She lives in burrows underground. She doesn't need eyes there. But crawling either with your head or your tail forward is convenient. And she can dig the ground.
This is the unprecedented beast that the unknown path led me to.
What can I say! Every path leads somewhere. Just don’t be lazy to go.
Spring din
Nikolay Sladkov
Spring din
The cheerful May thunder struck - it loosened the tongues of all living things. Streams of sounds poured out and flooded the forest. May thundered in the forest!
Everything that can sound sounded.
Gloomy silent owls mutter. Cowardly hares scream fearlessly and loudly.
The forest is full of screams, whistles, knocks and songs. Some songs flew into the forest along with migratory birds from distant countries. Others were born here, in the forest. The songs met after a long separation and they ring with joy from dawn to dusk.
And in the heated, steamy thicket, where the stream muttered angrily, where the golden willows peered into the water, where the bird cherry trees threw tremulous white bridges from bank to bank, the first mosquito squeaked. And the white bells of the first lilies of the valley sounded barely audible...
The thunderstorm has passed a long time ago, but on the birch trees mischievous raindrops are jumping from leaf to leaf, as if from step to step. They hang on the tip, trembling with fear, and, flashing desperately, jump into the puddle.
And in the puddles the frogs are tossing and turning and chatting blissfully.
Even the dry, twisted leaves that had overwintered on the ground came to life: now they scurry and rustle along the ground like mice, now they flutter up like herds of fast birds.
Sounds from all sides: from fields and forests, from the sky, from water, from underground.
The din of spring is booming!
Subject: N.I. Sladkov “Spring din”L.A. Efrosinina Literary reading in 2nd grade
Objective of the lesson: systematization of children’s knowledge about their native nature based on N. Sladkov’s story “Spring Gum”
Lesson objectives:
- educational: expand and accumulate students’ reading experience through studying the works of N. Sladkov; developing: increase cognitive activity; promote the formation of a culture of speech, enrich the vocabulary of students, motivate independent search activities; educational: cultivate love for native nature, the desire to protect it.
Equipment: computer, multimedia projector, screen, multimedia presentation, sheets with blank covers, explanatory dictionary, words on cards with a list of feelings (pleasure, admiration, joy, anxiety, despondency, inspiration, pride, responsibility, sadness)
Progress of the lesson.
Teacher activities
The student reads an excerpt from the work.Slide 3
“I just fooled you on the first of April! I am a spring person, not a winter person! Now I’ll stop the snowfall and drive away the frost. Then I’ll get to work on the snow, be patient!” (N. Sladkov “April jokes”)Slide 4
“Here’s my advice for you, snow. “Hurry up, flow into streams and rivers and swim to warm seaside resorts to relax and gain strength.” (N. Sladkov “Snow and Wind”)Slide 5
“Suddenly, from one of these hills, a small gray bird took off - a lark, it took off but did not rush off into the distance, not at all.” (G. Skrebitsky “Lark”).Slide 19
- What work did you come across?- What did you learn new?I want to end the lesson with the words of Nikolai Ivanovich Sladkov: “Nature has a goal - to make people happy.” Those who felt at least a little happier in class today, smile at each other.Nature has many unknown wonders, we just need to be able to find and see them, and works help us with this N. Sladkova. If you are interested in the work of N.I. Sladkova, I suggest you read other interesting books by borrowing them from the library.Slide 20A glare of sunlight slid through the loosely closed curtains, bounced off the polished surface of the table and, bouncing several times on the smooth wood, dissolved into a martini glass.
That day the sun was especially generous with such mischievous reflections. Bright, warm and swift, they seemed to paint everything around in vibrant tones, characteristic only of spring. It brought a smile to my face, especially the dear memories that were carefully kept in the back corner of my memory for the rest of the year. They awakened love.
She thought that as long as the sun peeks through the curtains like this, while it blinds eyes unaccustomed to the warm light of the long winter - the stronger the light, the better - while the colors of the world sparkle like champagne bubbles - as long as there remains All this is worth living and worth enjoying life! And she also thought about how much she loved him. Once again on this early spring morning.
“Close the curtains, sunlight is inappropriate at this hour,” he straightened out the newspaper with irritation, trying to shield himself from the annoying rays.
She complied with his request, noting with sadness that even when he is angry and draped in this carefully tailored and well-sewn image of a business man, even then he is beautiful.
She could not fully understand why she so willingly agreed to the rules of the game that her life had become. Translucent hints, foreign luxury, constant omissions, averted glances, questions left unanswered. Minutes on a silent telephone, drop by drop flowing into hours, days, weeks, years. She knew that it shouldn’t be like this, that he had his own, different, world, family... She also knew that she was losing those few years of youth, measured out by fate, that life was bright, real, with noisy student holidays and dates in solemnly beautiful spring square - this life, common for many and unattainable for her, passes by. Once upon a time, ladies in long rustling dresses and gentlemen in wigs walked along such wide alleys, similar to those that glow golden in the sunlight outside the window. She smiled, imagining him in a wig.
- What are you thinking about? - he asked, putting down the newspaper. The twilight seemed to soften his morning irritation.
“About you. About me. About my love for you. About how I treasure moments like these - you and me, just the two of us, and there is no your family, no business, no nothing but us,” she wanted to say.
- About how beautiful the mountains are in spring.
- Mountains, spring... All this is nonsense. You need to think less about it.
“Stopping thinking about the sun, mountains and spring mornings is the same as stopping thinking about you. And that means stopping living. Because for me there is no place in this world without you.”
- Yes, maybe you're right.
She looked thoughtfully at the liquid in the glass filled with sunlight. It looks like water, but is actually poison. Their relationship is also similar. For love. Lord, how long can this go on?
How long can this continue? Suspicions, questions, reproaches. These bright, spring years, which so sharply reminded him that there were not many of them left in his life. A spacious office, shrinking in size every day. And most importantly - a vile, cold fear that makes you peer into the darkness, replacing a tense day at night. She's already twenty-four. And every spring adds another year, one more wrinkle, one more sad thought. The thought of a different, young world, of a new life that belongs only to her. But the years that have scattered them across different generations will not go away. No matter how much more time passes, there will always be exactly twenty-five of them left. A quarter of a century... How immensely much, but at the same time - so insignificantly little!
What can you accomplish in a quarter of a century? Get back on your feet. Set up your own business, start a family. And begin to slowly die, because there is nothing more to strive for, nothing to dream about. Because there is no one else to love.
During these four years with her, he lived a life incommensurate with what he had before. A life full of new ideas, fresh thoughts and young laughter. A laugh that was surprising because it was him laughing. Yes! He lived again, felt again, experienced again... He loved! He loved her, her love for him, his love for her. He loved his life. For the first time in so many years. Perhaps for the first time ever.
- Probably. Or are you right?
"Do you love me?" - she wanted to ask. “I love you more than anything in the world. More than mountains, spring, sun, more than rain, snow and sunbeams.” She paused, peering through the glass of her glass at the intricately curved contours of his chair.
- Can I open the curtains?
She doesn't love him. That would be too good. And the years had taught him to fear anything too good. It always turned out to be a mirage.
- No.
Sometimes, when a person dear to you is silent, you know what is going on in his soul, and then the unspoken words only bring you closer. They become a shared secret, known only to two. But when the world of his thoughts is closed to you, silence becomes an unbearable torture that is impossible not to interrupt.
- Sorry. What will we do today?
When did this happen? When did she stop loving him? Did you love her at all? It was a question he preferred not to ask himself. But he appeared himself: uninvited, tormenting, he woke him up at night, forced him to stand at the traffic light longer than necessary. He tried to read the answer to it at the bottom of a glass of cognac, he even clearly saw two letters burning in the dark liquid... He did not then have the courage to peer at them to find out what language they were written in.
He didn't ask himself that question anymore.
- Whatever you want. I don't care.
“He always says what he thinks. Or what I think,” she thought with a bitter smile. She didn’t care either, just to sit like this, opposite him, and look at the contours of the chair through her martini glass.
- What do you think? - She continued this verbal game without much desire.
- I think it's better for us to leave.
His own words shocked him. He had never thought anything like this! But in some strange, mystical way they brought him calm and confidence - the same calm and confidence that he could not come to all this time. She looked at him silently, and he felt that such a solution was still better than none. After all, she doesn't love him anyway.
She heard his words, understood their meaning perfectly, but did not answer. She couldn’t make out who said them: he or was it some voice invisible to both of them that read aloud thoughts that she was afraid to admit even to herself?
Looking away from the sun in his martini, she saw that he was waiting for her answer. And, as throughout their entire morning conversation, as, indeed, always, she said what he wanted to hear. Why all this, he doesn’t love her.
- Yes, I think you're right.
She left that same day, taking with her only the essentials: a couple of dresses, a passport and his photograph.
Long after the gravel had died down under the wheels of the car taking her away, he sat in the same chair and thought about how the glass of a martini glass strangely changed the contours of the window, which was still covered by heavy velvet curtains. The curtains that he never dared to open.
UMK : “Primary school of the 21st century”
Class : 2 "B"
Lesson type: discovery of new knowledge
Lesson topic: N. Sladkov “April jokes”, “Spring conversation”
Target:
Introduce new works, show the image of springmonth-April;
Practice expressive reading;
Learn to determine the main idea of a work, think, reason.
Tasks:
Learn to work with a book exhibition
Develop attention, speech, logical thinking, creative abilities through analysis of a literary work.
Cultivate love for native nature.
Planned results:
Subject:
Personal:
Develop the ability to work in pairs;
To develop the ability for self-esteem and interest in educational material;
Metasubject:
1) educational:
Form the mental activity of students;
Develop the ability to classify and compare according to given parameters;
2) regulatory:
- form educational activities; self-control, goal setting, forecasting;
To develop the ability to exercise control and perform a learning activity in the mind;
3) communicative:
Develop creative thinking;
Develop the ability to work in pairs, coordinate actions with a partner;
Develop the ability to express your thoughts and prove your point of view;
Develop the ability to independently search for an answer to a question;
Forms and methods of teaching: frontal, individual; explanatory and illustrative.
Lesson progress
- Hello, guys! Today I will give you a literary reading lesson, my name is Daria Sergeevna.(birds singing sounds)The bell has already rung
And we will be happy to start the lesson
I wish everyone good luck,
Good luck to work!
What mood did you have when you came to class?
Let's smile at each other at the beginning of the lesson. It's always nice to start any business with a smile.
I think that today we will work well, learn a lot of interesting things, and our good mood will not leave us.
- What knowledge do we gain in literary reading lessons? What do we learn in literary reading lessons?
Why
Children, why do you think our lesson began with birdsong?
When do birds chirp and sing so joyfully? Why?
We are also very happy when spring comes!
Greet the teachers and check their readiness for the lesson. They are listening.
- Yes, I like it. This is interesting!
- This is probably related to our lesson topic.
- When spring comes.
- They rejoice at the arrival of spring.
Personal :
action of self-determination,
desire and desire to study well.
Regulatory: workplace organization
Communication : planning educational cooperation with the teacher and with peers.
Formation of the topic and objectives of the lesson by students
Working with a book exhibition
- The exhibition contains books with read works and new ones.
Guys, look at the board, look at the book covers. Read the titles and author.
What books have you read?
What books have you not read yet?
Formulate the topic of the lesson?
What do all these books have in common?
Determine what we will do in the lesson?
- Sladkov N.I. “Spring Conversation” and “April Jokes”.
- Yes, sure.
- Spring.
Cognitive :
Conscious construction of a speech utterance
Personal:
Learning motivation
Regulatory:
Determine and formulate the purpose of the activity in the lesson with the help of the teacher
Communicative: argue your position and coordinate it with the positions of partners in cooperation when developing a common solution in joint activities.
The stage of preparing schoolchildren to perceive a literary work
A portrait of Sladkov appears on the slide. (Nikolai Ivanovich Sladkov) Who is this?
Have you read Sladkov's works? What can you tell us about this?
What did you find out about him?
Nikolai Sladkov was born on January 5, 1920 in Moscow. During the war, he volunteered to go to the front and became a military topographer. In his youth he was fond of hunting, but later abandoned this activity, considering sport hunting to be barbaric. Instead, he began to engage in photo hunting and put forward the call “Don’t take a gun into the forest, take a photo gun into the forest.” In total he wrote more than 60 books about nature.
Which of his works are you already familiar with?
What benefits do starlings bring?
My riddle will help you what the work we will get to know in class will be about. Listen carefully.
It's frosty at night,
In the morning - drops,
The rains pounded loudly,
Following the month of March.
So, looking at the board, tell me, what work will we study today?
Read the title. "April jokes" Why do you think N. Sladkov named his work that way?
Perhaps, but how can we test this assumption?
- Children's answers. Sladkov.
-Sladkov Nikolai Ivanovich writer, children's answers.
- Starling is great.
- Worms are selected from the furrow, larvae are collected from the beds, molting wool is selected, caterpillars are collected.
- April.
- April jokes.
- It says about April.
Cognitive :
get acquainted with a new folklore genre, teach how to navigate your knowledge system: distinguish the new from the already known with the help of the teacher, extracting the necessary information, determining the basic information.
Regulatory:
Learn to placea learning task based on the correlation of what is already known and learned by the student and what is still unknown;
Communicative:
- develop the ability to listen and understand others;
- develop the ability to construct a speech utterance in accordance with the assigned tasks
Primary perception stage
Vocabulary work
Rereading and analysis
So, guys, open your textbook to page 113, now let’s read “April Joke”
We listen to everything carefully.
Reading in a chain.
Name the main character?
What words did you have difficulty with?
The frost hit - frosts set in.
Migratory birds are birds that fly south in winter.
What migratory birds do you know?
Yunnat – young naturalist (nature lover)
Frightened - to become very cowardly, to become frightened, to become intimidated, fearing the consequences of something.
Reading in semantic parts (pendulum)
A) Reading the first part up to the words “wrap..”
What does April like?
What did April pretend to be?
What did the starlings and rooks think? Why?
B) Reading the second part until the words “Is there anything?”
What did April do?
Why was April scared? What words did he say to the birds? Read it.
B) Reading the third part.
What month is this?
What is April doing?
Who is helping? Who is this?
What are they doing? Read it.
What activities does April do?
How did you imagine April? In order for us to begin to create an image of April, I suggest you work in groups.
Working with text.
Work in groups using cards. "Exact Word"
I give each group cards with characteristics.
Your task is to choose the most suitable characteristic of each image of April and confirm it with a sentence from the text.
Groups 1 and 2 work with the first part of the text.
“This April loves to joke. I took it today and pretended it was the first of April in winter. Snow poured out, frost hit .»
What joke did April come up with?
What is his character like? (select card)
What words prove this? (I pretended to joke, Happy April Fools
cheated).
Groups 3 and 4 work with the second part of the text.
“April heard about that and got scared. “What am I,” he thinks, “what kind of April, what kind of spring month, if I scattered all the birds?”
Let's shout:
Hey, migratory birds! Don't be afraid, don't fly away! I was joking. I just fooled you on the first of April! I am a spring person, not a winter person! Now I’ll stop the snowfall and drive away the frost. Then I’ll get to work on the snow, be patient!”
What did April look like here? (find suitable cards)
What words confirm that April has chickened out?
– Got scared. How is that?
What does it mean to “cheat on the first of April”? (Deceived)
What can you inflate?
In what meaning is it used? (In figurative
Groups 5 and 6 work with the last part of the text.
“Oh, not a firm April word!
This month, spring, is not serious. All he could do was joke and deceive. It can deceive not only on the first of April, but even on the fifteenth, or even the twentieth. It’s a joke for him, but woe for the forest birds and animals.”
How do you understand the expression “not a firm April word”?
What can you say about the character of April?
How did April appear before us? What is he like?
What can we say about April's character??
Pay attention to punctuation marks: use interrogative and exclamation intonations in your voice.Reading
April was -
cowardly;
frivolous;
business.
( Compare with the weather now)
– So changeable, fickle
– Make a picture plan, arranging illustrations in accordance with the content.(Illustrations are posted on the board) Appendix 1
– Which proverb reveals the main idea of the fairy tale?
A spring day feeds the year.
I saw a rook - welcome spring.
Spring and autumn - there are eight weather conditions outside. Explain
– What is the genre of this work?
– Determine the type of fairy tale? What kind of fairy tale is this? (scientific - artistic)
– Which facts (events) are fictitious? Real?
- Yes
- April.
- Because the main character of the work is April.
- Make a joke
- In winter
- We need to turn back, because they are afraid of winter.
- I heard and became afraid.
“Hey, migratory birds...”
- Frivolous, spring.
- He jokes and deceives.
- Young people, nature lovers, they hung birdhouses and nest boxes.
- Melts snow, breaks ice, warms the earth
I pretended to be in winter.
- Joking
- Spring and autumn - there are eight weather conditions outside.
- Fairy tale
Personal :
educational and cognitive interest in new educational material
Regulatory :
Selects actions in accordance with the task and the conditions for its implementation
Cognitive:
Finds unfamiliar words in the text and determines their meanings
Communication :
formalizes his thoughts in oral speech;
Able to ask clarifying questions;
Consciously reads out loud and to himself.
Fizminutka
Electronic
Preparation for perception
Primary perception
Vocabulary work
Checking Primary Perception
Preparing for expressive reading
Guess what we'll talk about?
Look at the picture and name the characters.
What is the name of the story?
Let's read the work, listen carefully.
Reading in a chain.
Did you like the piece?
There were unfamiliar words in the story, look at the board. (Dictionary:
drops - melting snow falling from roofs, from trees in drops, drops.
log - a small log, caftan - an ancient outer swinging men's and women's clothing with a deep smell.
busy - doing something with diligence, working.).
What mood did the work evoke in you?
What words convey this mood? Read it.
Read it to yourself. Name all the characters who participated in the conversation
Selective reading.
What did the sparrows scream? Why?
What did the crows scream? Why?
What did the titmice scream? Why?
Guys, find repetitions in the text, with what feeling should you read them? Try reading it.
Find the appeal in the text. Read it. Highlight your message with your voice. (Highlighted sentences)
Find exclamatory sentences. What are these proposals? Read it. Highlight with your voice.
Find interrogative sentences. What are these proposals? Read it. Highlight with your voice.
Read the highlighted words in different ways: the way the author wanted, the way the characters pronounce it, and the way you want to read them.
Reading by roles with masks. At the blackboard
- About spring
- Crow, rooster, sparrows, starlings, jackdaws, titmice.
- Spring conversation
- Yes.
- Children's answers
- Good, joyful, spring.
- They are reading.
- Heroes of the story: crows, drops, roosters, children, sparrows, titmice, starlings, jackdaws.
- Children read
- Expressively, etc.
"It's time! It's time!"
Drip, drip, drip.
Sunshine, sunshine
Alive, alive!
Blue - caftan, blue - caftan!
So-so, so-so.”
- These are sentences ending with an exclamation point.
- These are sentences with a question mark at the end.
Cognitive :
gain new knowledge: find answers to questions using the textbook, your life experience and information received in the lesson.
Communication :
learn to formulate your own opinion and position; be able to resolve conflict situations, make decisions, take responsibility.
Regulatory :
control, self-regulation, correction
Lesson summary. Reflection.
What did you like?
What new did you learn?
What did you do best today?
What did you learn in the lesson?
What did you do well in the lesson?
What else needs to be worked on?
How do you rate yourself in class?
Complete the “tree of success.”
Everything worked out, I'm happy with my work
Not everything worked out, but I can do better
There are still difficulties at work
Personal :
Self-esteem;
Mindfulness of teaching;
Adequate response to difficulties