Program content: enrich the knowledge of families in matters musical culture to instill a love for music and literary works Russians and foreign classics, develop aesthetic taste, fill the lives of children and parents with joy and beauty.
Hall decoration: the curtain is decorated with snowflakes, there are candles in candlesticks on the tables for guests, Christmas trees are placed around the hall.
The musical work “Sweet Dream” by P.I. Tchaikovsky sounds.
Musical director (M.R.).
Quiet, quiet, let's stand side by side, music enters our house
In an amazing outfit - multi-colored, painted.
And suddenly the walls will move apart, the whole earth is visible around:
The waves of the foamy river are splashing, the forest and the meadow are sensitively dozing.
Steppe paths run into the distance, melt in a blue haze -
This music hurries and calls us along.
Listen, this is "Sweet Dream". And with the sounds of this beautiful, like a sweet dream, music, we will be transported to a magical, fairy forest, V winter forest Music Fairies.
The lights dim, the music sounds louder, the Music Fairy enters the hall:
Good afternoon dear friends! Welcome to my domain.
The light turns on.
Fairy of Music. For today's meeting, I have prepared a surprise. I will ask you all to close your eyes so that the winter miracle happens.
The light is turned off, garlands are lit on the Christmas trees, candles are on the tables, I. Haydn's "Serenade" sounds.
Fairy of Music. Snowdrifts fell at dusk, brocade was woven on the windows,
Drawing shadows on the piano, a candle plays with flame.
IN cozy room we're all together in this little fire
Let's listen to poems, and music, and songs all in silence.
The Music Fairy takes out 4 balls of thread: white, green, red, yellow.
He asks the children: - What ball should we choose for this time of year?
Children. White.
Fairy of Music. Yes, here it is, a white ball, I will now roll it on a magic saucer, and together we will find ourselves in a winter fairy tale.
Sounds "Waltz" by P.I. Tchaikovsky.
M.r. It is so good to dream under this waltz, to think about something pleasant! It's winter outside, the air is cold, frosty. And here we are so warm and cozy, and it's so nice to be in the circle of friends. Winter - great time of the year! Sugar crunch underfoot Frost patterns on the windows, a magic carpet covering the entire field to the very horizon. Winter seemed to many poets and composers to be a fairy-tale sorceress who wrapped up all nature with her snow blanket until warm. But she, enchanted by the frost, is full hidden life and its charm. Therefore, many lines of great poets and sounds famous composers imbued with a sense of admiration for the beauty of winter.
Parents read A.S. Pushkin's poem "Winter Morning".
Fairy of Music. Dear friends! Let's listen to the wonderful work of the great Italian composer Antonio Vivaldi's "Winter" from the "Seasons" cycle and let's fantasize what the composer saw, what he thought about when he composed this music. After listening, children and parents exchange their opinions.
M.r. Do you remember how Yesenin says: “Winter sings - it rings out ...”?
Children come out, read a poem by A.S. Yesenin “Winter sings - calls out, the shaggy forest cradles with the ringing of a pine forest ... ..” Then they sing the song “Winter has come” by T. Kireeva.
Fairy of Music. And I want to invite you to listen to one more musical composition, which is called "Snowstorm. Troika ", and wrote his famous Soviet composer Georgy Sviridov (hearing).
Fairy of Music. And now let's try to describe the mood with which the composer rode in a troika (all participants in the evening are involved in the conversation).
M.r. Well, we listened to a lot of good music, and now I invite everyone to play together. Children with parents play the game "Metelitsa".
Fairy of Music. Friends, it's time to say goodbye to you. You are wonderful listeners, sensitive and active. I hope that we will see you again very soon. See you soon!
Candles, garlands go out, lights come on.
M.r. Our musical and literary meeting is coming to an end. And on this frosty evening here, in a cozy music room, without changing traditions, we will finish it with a cup of delicious fragrant tea.
Literary and musical evening prepared by I. Brileva
Literary evening "Tale after tale"
Senior group
preliminary work: the group organized an exhibition of children's works on fairy tales, illustrations of artists for fairy tales, an exhibition of books.
Teacher: Do you like to listen to fairy tales? Fairy tales appeared many years ago and were passed down from the elders to the younger ones. All peoples have fairy tales - Russian, Ukrainian, Eskimo, Even and others. Almost all fairy tales have good and evil. name evil heroes fairy tales. Of course - this is Baba Yaga, Koschei the Immortal, etc. And the good ones? Vasilisa, Ivanushka, Zhiharka, Emelya and others. In almost all fairy tales, good triumphs over evil. Fairy tales teach us to be kind, honest, smart. Let's go to fairy tales today. And what does it take to get into a fairy tale? Of course, say the magic words:
LET THE HEROES OF FAIRY TALES GIVE US HEAT, LET GOOD IN THE WORLD OVERCOME EVIL.
Children are divided into two teams: "Kolobok" and "Turnip". For each correct answer, the team receives one point.
1 task. Quiz "Name the fairy tale" (Assignment in turn to each team).
“And the road is long, and the basket is not easy,
Sit on a stump, eat a pie ”(Masha and the Bear)
“Oh, you, Petya, simplicity blundered a little,
You didn’t listen to the cat, you looked out the window ”(Cat, rooster and fox).
"The red girl is sad, she doesn't like spring
It’s hard for her in the sun, the poor thing is shedding tears ”(Snow Maiden)
“There is no river, no pond where you can drink water
Very tasty water in a hole, from a hoof” (Sister Alyonushka and brother Ivanushka)
"The goats opened the door
And they all disappeared somewhere ”(Wolf and seven kids).
“He pounded, yes he pounded on the plate with his nose
I didn’t swallow anything and stayed with my nose ”(The Fox and the Crane).
2 task. I have a lot of items in my shopping cart. Help to find out what fairy tales they are from and to whom they need to be returned.
Wolf tail, rolling pin, gilded spoon, pouring apple, three spoons, testicle.
3 task. The postman brought telegrams. Guess what fairy-tale heroes did they send them to us?
“And he left his grandfather, and he left his grandmother”
"Save us, the gray wolf wants to eat us"
"She laid a simple testicle"
"Help me find Masha"
4 task. For captains. Write a story and name it. In the meantime, the captains are completing the task, let's look at illustrations for fairy tales and try to guess which fairy tales are visiting us.
5 task. The teacher invites the children to stage a fragment of a fairy tale for both teams. (Pre-prepared).
6 task. Now it remains for me to see how you carefully listen to fairy tales and remember them.
What did Zhikharka say when he laid out the spoons?
What was the name of the kid Alyonushka near the pond?
Who can call Sivka-Burka?
What words did Emelya say to fulfill his desire?
What was the name of the cockerel fox when the cat was not at home?
What song did the goat sing?
Our journey through fairy tales is over. Let's summarize. The winning team receives incentive prizes.
1 host: Poetry is not just an art form. For the initiates, it is the light that guides life path and, reflecting from the radiance of the human soul, shines on others, helping to find the truth, remove sorrows and find harmony in the soul.
2 host: And it's so necessary modern man who lives in the roaring world of frantic speeds, fuss and envy, lies and commercialism. In this world, we sometimes forget about the most important thing, about what helps a person to remain a person in any conditions - about the soul that each of us has.
1 host: For someone it is free, bright and open, and for someone it is tiny, hidden from the light, driven into the bowels of the human essence, but it still exists, and its hour will certainly come.
Marina Tsvetaeva famously said:
If the soul was born winged,
What are her mansions and what are her huts ...
2 host: About the few of us, perhaps about the very rare people we can say that their soul is winged. And today, fate has given us a happy moment of meeting with a person whose soul is undoubtedly capable of not only soaring itself, but also raising everyone who comes into contact with it to the heights of spiritual bliss.
1 host: Our guest is Larisa Mezhenina, poetess, author of two amazing collections of poems, the last one, by the way, she illustrated, and just a wonderful person.
2 host: The ability of this fragile girl to see only the good in people is surprising. This is evidenced by the epigraph to one of her poems: “Each of us is an angel, but with only one wing. And we can fly only by embracing each other. How many of us can remember situations when they were called angels? And has this happened in our lives?
1 host: There is something very sad, even tragic in these words. Tragedies, as if sent by someone unkind, accompany a person in this world, destroying plans and putting up barriers on the roads to a dream.
2 host: The beginning of Larisa's life was sunny. Everyone who knew Larisa Mezhenina in school years remember her as amazing person with an unusually warm look of large clear eyes, always ready to help, listen.
1 host: Sociable, active, she is always in the center of events both at school and, later, at the institute. Everything seemed to come too easily to her, effortlessly. Whatever she undertook, everything was done somehow cheerfully, effortlessly. And, most importantly, it was easy and calm next to her.
2 host: A person of unusually bright, versatile talent, from childhood she was fond of drawing, music, and poetry.
When they read it in class creative work, there was silence. Mezhenina's writings were like poetic miniatures. They felt a special handwriting, quiet, amazing light responsible for everything that happens on Earth.
Reader: “Listen to the morning silence. Do you hear the rustling of flower petals from the light touch of a breeze, how a small fast stream murmurs in the green grass, how amber juice flows down the snow-white bark of a slender young birch?
Silence…
Why was my heart beating so wildly all of a sudden? Just for a moment it suddenly seemed that none of this was there, only a dark void, smoke and ashes!
These thoughts do not give me rest, especially at night, when the sky becomes gray from the stars, from these small shining lights.
But our Earth is also like that, only, probably, even smaller, even more tender, it is fragile and defenseless. Our Earth is a part of the vast Universe, it is its tiny blue part.
And how terrible it is to imagine that one day it can go out, go out forever ...
And maybe someone on another planet, once looking into the sky, will think: “A star has fallen. It's fortunate."
But then there will be no happiness, because life on Earth will disappear!”
1 host: Could Larisa Mezhenina know when she had just turned sixteen that fate did not think about her dreams at all, on the contrary, a few years would pass, and she would subject the girl to severe trials.
2 host: The subsequent life of Larisa is full of dramatic events. The sudden onset of the disease chained the girl to bed, separated her from her peers, friends, fellow students. Larisa Mezhenina could not imagine a life isolated from others. But fate decreed otherwise.
1 host: For more than two years, Larisa was not destined to communicate with friends, walk, play the guitar, write and even speak. The doctors lost hope. But the hope of the parents did not die. It was they who did everything to put their daughter on her feet.
2 host: The disease did not pass without a trace, Larisa had to leave her studies, there was no question of work. But there was time to stop, think about the past and the future. The most important thing was not to get angry either at the world or at people, not to lose faith in yourself and convey all this in your poems, which help to live and feel needed in this life ...
1 host: The poems of Larisa Mezhenina amaze, maybe surprise, make you think about many things, you want to turn to them again and again. They help us find answers to difficult questions of life, teach us fidelity and nobility, tenderness and love...
1 reader
Prayer
Do not leave me in the hour of sorrow,
Don't reject my soul
And on it, as if on the tablets,
Write a revelation.
Don't leave me in pitch darkness
What can I do alone, tell me?
From my sinful soul,
Do not turn away your bright face.
2 reader
I won't call you
I won't even call
Because I live
As the soul tells
And my soul says to me:
"Throw off the burden of the past,
From love and from resentment
Only time heals."
I won't call you.
The threads are all breaking.
And my way with your way
They won't intersect.
1 reader
Great wisdom is to wait
Great happiness - to believe
And feel like again
Hope will open doors.
To fasten when there is no strength,
And, swallowing tears, laugh.
And, falling, do not ask.
And believe, and not be afraid.
And firmly and accurately know -
Hope will open doors
When you learn to wait
And it is sacred to believe in love.
2 reader
Lived in other people's thoughts
I carried someone else's pain,
Waiting for someone else's sweetheart
And entered a stranger's house.
A strange shadow followed me
And I confessed to myself
That this life ... was a stranger,
Even though it seemed like it.
1 reader
I will be the sun, I will be the wind
I'll be the morning rain
blossoming branch,
White cherry under the window ...
I will be pure water
At noon I quench my thirst
And meadow grass
Waiting for your arrival.
If you want, I'll be a bright light
And a happy day in fate
And hope for a miracle
Just to like you.
2 reader
The breath of herbs stirs the air ...
The buzzing of bees takes away sadness,
And silence familiar echo
Gives relief from pain.
And yellow eyelashes to the sun
Opened the first flowers
To give everything a piece
Your love and warmth.
And happiness every moment
Capable of capturing the heart
And this is the rebirth of the world
It carries the will to live.
1 reader
Again, two candles burn separately,
But above them is a halo.
Lonely heart is silent
The flow of words has irrevocably gone ...
And do not look for the guilty -
This may be the main law
If you want to rise from the ashes,
That will not be unnecessary obstacles.
And, leaving a stream of reproaches,
It is unworthy to grumble at fate,
So that everything that life brings us
Try to accept it.
2 reader
Kindness
When fate doesn't work out
Be able to wake up cloudless
And, overcoming the pain in myself,
Be kinder and smile.
And again from a sense of right
To you your bright world will return.
No need to regret kindness:
Good is good and will respond.
The floor is given to poetess Larisa Mezhenina.
2 host: So our meeting has come to an end, and we hope that your acquaintance with Larisa Mezhenina will not be in vain for you: your souls will become brighter, your hearts will be filled with love for life, and you yourself will become kinder and at least a little wiser.
1 host: Let the poems of Larisa Mezhenina become a reliable companion of your life, and Larisa pleases us with her new creativity for a long time to come.
2 host: May good luck and inspiration always accompany our wonderful guest, and may strength and health increase every minute. We really need you, Larisa, and we look forward to meeting you again.
The use of ICT made it possible to create an atmosphere of success for each participant in the literary lounge. Conducted using a multimedia presentation extracurricular activity became a lesson in spirituality, contributed to the education of schoolchildren of such spiritual and moral qualities as love for all living things, duty, responsibility for everything that happens around, respect for the personality of another person, the ability to see beauty in the simple and ordinary, to give warmth and kindness.
On February 28, 2013, our country celebrated the 100th anniversary of the birth of S.V. Mikhalkov - a classic of Russian children's literature, poet, fabulist, playwright, author of two hymns Soviet Union And Russian Federation. In connection with this round date in senior group In the kindergarten, a literary evening was held dedicated to this great man, the purpose of which was to expand ideas about his life and work, as well as to foster interest in literature and reading books.
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Literary evening for older children, dedicated to creativity S.V. Mikhalkov.
Goals:
- Expand children's understanding of life and creativity famous writer S.V. Mikhalkov;
- Raise interest in literature, reading books, the desire to get acquainted with new works;
- Develop intellectual abilities logical thinking, coherent and expressive speech of children;
- Cultivate friendships good qualities character on the examples of the actions of the heroes of the writer's works;
- Develop Creative skills children in the theatrical field.
Preliminary work:
- Design of an exhibition of books based on the works of S. Mikhalkov;
- Reading the works "Cat's House", "Uncle Styopa - a policeman", "What do you have?", "Three little pigs";
- Memorizing the poems "My Puppy", "Kittens", the song "Song of Friends";
- Exhibition of children's drawings based on the works of SV Mikhalkov;
- Preparing children and attributes for staging the poem by S. Mikhalkov “What do you have ?.
Evening progress..
Educator: We don't know much poetry
We respect Uncle Stepa,
And we are not afraid of vaccinations -
We strive to be healthy.
Let's sing a song of friends
We live wonderful!
(Children, standing at their places, perform "The Song of Friends" by S.V. Mikhalkov)
Educator: Hello dear children and respected adults! Today we are gathered here to talk about a wonderful children's writer -Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov. He was born on March 13, 1913 in Moscow. And he would be fulfilled now 100 years . Sergei Vladimirovich wrote his first poem at the age of 9. At the age of 15, his works were already published in well-known newspapers and magazines of the country. But after the publication of his poem "Uncle Styopa" Mikhalkov really became famous. In addition to poems and fables, Sergei Vladimirovich wrote children's songs and scripts for cartoons. The anthem of the Russian Federation was also composed by Mikhalkov. Let's listen to an excerpt from this piece.
(The anthem of the Russian Federation sounds. Children stand near their seats and sing along. Sit down).
Educator: Died Sergei MikhalkovAugust 27, 2009.But his works still bring joy to everyone. Not only children, but also their parents, grandparents know the heroes from the works of Sergei Mikhalkov. Why do we love his work? Yes, because his works are kind, interesting and instructive.
1st child: You guys listen
I want to tell you:
Our kittens were born
There are exactly five of them.
2nd child: We decided, we guessed -
How should we name kittens?
Finally we named them:
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE.
3rd child: ONCE - the kitten is the whitest,
TWO - the kitten is the most daring,
THREE - the kitten is the smartest,
And FOUR is the noisiest.
4th child: FIVE is like THREE and TWO -
Same tail and head
The same spot on the back
He also sleeps all day in a basket.
5th child: We have good kittens -
ONE TWO THREE FOUR FIVE!
Come visit us guys
(Knock on the door)
Educator: Who is knocking on my door
With a thick shoulder bag
With the number "five" on a copper plaque,
In a blue uniform cap.
Children (in chorus): This is it, this is it -
Leningrad postman!
(A child in the form of a postman enters)
Postman: At seven o'clock I started the business.
At 10 - the bag lost weight.
And got to you guys.
Here is the envelope and the parcel.
If you like riddles
You will find clues in it.
Well, it's time for me
Goodbye, kids!
Educator: Thank you kind postman. Now we'll all see.
(Postman leaves)
Educator: Guys, what work did the postman come to us from? Who wrote it?
Children: S.Ya. Marshak "Mail".
Educator: Well done! And now let's see what kind of letter we received.(Opens). Yes, this is for everyone famous riddles Sergei Mikhalkov. Let's try to figure them out.
What do you guys know
About my riddle poems?
Where is the answer, there is the end
Who will tell - well done!
It is important to walk around the yard
With a sharp beak, a crocodile
I've been shaking my head all day
He muttered something loudly.
Only it was true
No crocodile
And turkeys are a true friend.
Guess who? Turkey
Yes! Turkey! Confess, brothers
It was hard to guess!
A miracle happened to the turkey -
He turned into a camel!
He began to bark and growl,
Tap on the ground with your tail.
I'm confused, however,
Is he a camel or…Who? Dog
Right, right! Guessed
It's like they've seen her somewhere!
Now let's go with you
Let's go to the forest for mushrooms.
Look guys:
Here - chanterelles, here - mushrooms,
Well, it's in the meadow -
Poisonous… What? toadstools
What? Toadstools? Really?
But the toadstools wanted
Become useful mushrooms
And they came to the kitchen themselves,
And they said: "As you wish,
Either fry or boil.
We love chefs!
We hate... Who? Doctors
What I told you is a secret!
You guessed it by accident.
It was a big secret.
But there are no secrets from you.
The dog's name is not Shavka
And she does not sleep under the bench.
And she looks out the window
And meows like... Who? Cat
Educator: Well done boys! We coped with the task "excellent".
Sergei Vladimirovich Mikhalkov always wanted to convey something good and kind to children in his works, to teach them how to do the right thing. All children, he believed, should be well brought up, polite, neat and attentive. Respect your parents. Know professions and treat them with respect.
(Staging of the work by S.V. Mikhalkov “What do you have?”)
Who was sitting on the bench
Who looked at the street
Tolya sang,
Boris was silent
Nikolai shook his leg.
It was in the evening
There was nothing to do.
The jackdaw sat on the fence,
The cat climbed into the attic.
Then Borya told the guys
Just:
And I have a nail in my pocket.
And you?
And we have a guest today.
And you?
And today we have a cat
I gave birth to kittens yesterday.
The kittens have grown a little
They don't want to eat from a saucer.
And we have gas in the kitchen.
And you?
And we have plumbing.
Here.
And from our window
Red Square is visible.
And from your window
Just a little street.
We walked along Neglinnaya,
We went to the boulevard
They bought us blue-blue,
Pretty red ball.
And our fire went out -
This time.
The truck brought firewood -
This is two.
And fourthly, our mother
Takes flight
Because our mother
It's called a pilot
Vova answered from the ladder:
Mom is a pilot?
What is it!
Here at Kolya, for example,
Mom is a policeman.
And Tolya and Vera
Both mothers are engineers.
And Leva's mother is a cook.
Mom is a pilot?
What is it!
All the more important, - said Nata, -
Mom is a carriage driver,
'Cause up to the hooks
Mom drives two trailers.
And Nina asked quietly:
Is it bad to be a dressmaker?
Who sews pants for the guys?
Well, not a pilot, of course.
The pilot drives the planes -
This is very good.
The cook makes compotes -
It is also good.
The doctor treats us for measles,
There is a teacher at the school.
We need different mothers
Mothers are important.
It was in the evening
There was nothing to argue.
Educator: I really liked the way you guys performed. You were active and cheerful, you know many works by S.V. Marshak. and I want to end our lesson with these lines:
Fables and his poems
They know every single one.
You won't read this anywhere.
Only in Mikhalkov's books.
The script of the literary evening
"Journey through the tales of A.S. Pushkin"
for older preschoolers
Purpose: to form interest in the fairy tales of A.S. Pushkin; create conditions for interaction between teachers, pupils and their parents.
Tasks:
1. Continue to introduce children to the work of A.S. Pushkin;
2. In a playful way, repeat and consolidate children's knowledge of the content
fairy tales by A.S. Pushkin;
3. Develop speech, creative thinking, memory;
4. Develop the ability to act out small theatrical performances;
5. To educate the spiritual and moral qualities of a preschooler through fairy tales, love for Russian writers, learn to take care of books.
- Preliminary work:
Viewing the presentation "Biography of A.S. Pushkin";
- reading fairy tales by A.S. Pushkin;
- viewing illustrations and drawing scenes from the fairy tales of A.S. Pushkin;
- listening to fragments from N.A. Rimsky-Korsakov "The Tale of Tsar Saltan", M.I. Glinka "Ruslan and Lyudmila";
Watching the films "The Tale of dead princess and seven heroes”, “The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish”, etc.;
Learning poems, songs, dances, dramatizations.
Evening progress:
Images from the childhood of A.S. Pushkin appear on the screen
Educator: Guys, do you like fairy tales? (Yes). And who invents these fairy tales, you know? It's clear who the storytellers are. Listen to what I'm about to tell you guys. It was a long time ago, 200 years have already passed. The boy Sasha was born in Russia. He was smart, curious, black and curly. As a child, he was very fond of listening to Russian folk tales, which the kind old nanny, Arina Rodionovna, told him.
An image of a portrait of A.S. Pushkin appears on the screen
Enter Arina Rodionovna
Arina Rodionovna - hello, hello, young people. What did you complain about?
Host: “Dear nanny, children have gathered here who are very fond of the works of A. S. Pushkin, especially his fairy tales. And they all know that in your childhood you told Sasha a great many of them.
Arina Rodionovna : “Ah - yes, well done, so you say, love and know the tales of Alexander Sergeevich?When Sashenka grew up and learned to read and write, he began to write beautiful poems and fairy tales. And his fairy tales turned out so well, and wonderful, that he became a great storyteller in Rus'.
Leading:Nanny! Tell us a story too!
Nanny:Tell a story? Well, listen. (Lights a candle.) Dear children, will you help me tell fairy tales? And not only to tell, but also to show!
Here is the queen dressing up
Before with your mirror,
Chatted with him...
(Queen comes out with a mirror.)
Queen:I am, tell me, all the nicer,
All blush and whiter?
Presenter:What is a mirror in response to her?
Nanny:You are beautiful, no doubt;
But the princess is sweeter than all,
All blush and whiter
Presenter:How the queen jumps
Yes, how to wave the handle,
Yes, as it slams on the mirror,
With a heel, how it will stomp! ..
Queen:Oh you vile glass!
You're lying to me for evil.
How can she compete with me?
I will calm the foolishness in it.
Look how grown up!
And it's no wonder that it's white:
Mother belly sat
Yes, I just looked at the snow!
But tell me how can she
To be nicer to me in everything?
Admit it: I'm more beautiful than everyone.
Go around our whole kingdom,
Though the whole world; I don't have an even one.
Is not it?
Presenter:Mirror in response:
Nanny:And the princess is still nicer,
Everything is blusher and whiter
Presenter:Nothing to do. She,
Black full of envy,
Throwing a mirror under the bench,
Called Chernavka to her
Princess:Chernavka, hurry to me! (Chernavka comes running.)
Nanny:And punish her
To his hay girl ...
Queen:The message of the princess in the wilderness of the forest
And, tying her alive
Under the pine tree leave there
To be eaten by wolves. (Queen and girl leave.)
Nanny:And the rumor began to ring:
The royal daughter is missing!
Of course, you guys know what happened next with the young princess and who saved her. The tale ended well - good triumphed over evil.
Presenter: A.S. Pushkin was very fond of Russians folk songs, Arina Rodionovna sang them to him. Let Arina Rodionovna now rest and listen to the Russian performance by the girls folk song"There was a birch in the field."
(Girls sing a song)
Leading:
Today is not an easy day at all, we will talk about Pushkin here,
About the poet whose poems we glorify these days.
He was a brilliant poet, we remember him for many years.
And that's why now we invite you to a fairy tale.
(music plays)
On the screen of the video "Lukomorye", children read poems under the clip.
1 child.
Near the seaside, a green oak;
Golden chain on an oak tree:
2 child.
And day and night the cat is a scientist,
Everything goes round and round in a chain;
Goes to the right - the song starts,
Left - tells a fairy tale.
3 child.
There are miracles: the goblin roams there,
4 child.
The mermaid sits on the branches;
5 child.
There on unknown paths
Traces of unseen beasts;
The hut is there, on chicken legs,
Stands without windows, without doors;
6 child.
There the forest and valleys of visions are full;
There, the waves will rush about the dawn,
On the sandy and empty shore,
And thirty beautiful knights
A series of clear waters emerge,
And with them their uncle is sea;
7 child.
There is a queen in passing,
Captivates the formidable king;
8 child.
There in the clouds before the people,
Through the forests, through the seas
The sorcerer carries the hero;
9 child.
In the dungeon there the princess is grieving,
And the brown wolf, surely, serves her;
10 child.
There is a stupa with Baba Yaga,
Goes, wanders by itself
11 child.
There, King Koschei languishes over gold;
Chorus.
There is a Russian spirit ... there it smells of Russia!
Leading: Now an excerpt from A.S. Pushkin's poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" has been read. But he wrote not only poems, but also poems. Most of all he liked to write about the seasons. Children read poems: “Winter is not angry for nothing ...”, “Already, the sky breathed in autumn ...”, “Frost and sun, a wonderful day ...” and others.
Arina Rodionovna : Well done boys. I see you have not forgotten about my Sashenka! And it's time for me to say goodbye. But I didn't come empty-handed. I have a present for you from a squirrel.
GAME "DISSEMBLE THE NUTS".
The game is played to a perky melody, of your choice music director. Two blindfolded children sort out cones and nuts.
A meow is heard behind the door.
Leading:
I think someone is meowing. Guess who brought the cat?
A cat appears from behind the door to the music.
Leading:
How did you get here?
Cat:
Hello my friends!
The scientist cat is me.
I'm friends with fairy tales
Please visit me!
I am a scientist cat, a magical cat,
I live in fairyland.
And everyone here recognizes me
And everyone here is known to me.
By the way, I can get in anywhere.
Here is my magic book.
I open a magical book
I'm in a fairy tale with you...
Screensaver on the screen "Pushkin's Tales"
Cat:
But first, for the sake of order,
I'll give you riddles.
Agree without fear!
Let's remember Pushkin's fairy tales,
Heroes and names.
Ready? Attention!
Mystery: He lived in a dugout for 33 years,
And went fishing in any weather.
Yes, his old wife scolded him openly
For a broken, worthless trough.
Call me with a smile!
This is a fairy tale about ... (fisherman and fish)
On the screen, the page “turns over” and the name of the fairy tale opens,
(further also after each riddle)
Cat:
And here is the next riddle:
Slightly danger where visible.
Faithful watchman as from a dream
Moves, stirs,
Will turn to that side
And shouts: “Kiri-ku-ku!
Reign lying on your side!”
("The Tale of the Golden Cockerel")
Cat :
Guys, tell me, what fairy tale is this item from?(mirror) (The cat takes the mirror) "The Tale of the Dead Princess and the Seven Bogatyrs"
- And what did the queen do when the mirror told her that she was not the cutest of all?
Game: "Repeat after me"
Shows movement, children with him.
And the queen - to laugh,
And shrug your shoulders
And wink your eyes
And snap your fingers
And spin, akimbo,
Proudly looking in the mirror.
Cat:
Mystery:
The stars are shining in the blue sky.
The waves crash in the blue sea.
On the banks of the Okiyana
the kingdom of the glorious... Saltan!
Leading:
Now we will see a dramatization of an excerpt from this tale.
(Staging of an excerpt from "The Tale of Tsar Saltan ...")
Girl - storyteller, looking out the window
In this fairy tale girls
They dreamed of becoming queens.
Look what's up
Actually it worked out.
Storyteller:
Three maidens by the window,
Were spinning late in the evening.
1girl:
"If only I were a queen, -
Storyteller
: One girl says, -
1 girl:
That is for the whole baptized world
I would prepare a feast."
2 girl
: "If I were a queen, -
Storyteller
: Her sister says, -
2 girl
: Then there would be one for the whole world
I wove canvases.
3 girl:
"If I were a queen, -
Storyteller
: The third sister said, -
3 girl
: I would be for the father-king,
She gave birth to a hero."
Storyteller:
Just had time to say
The door creaked softly
And the king enters the room,
The sides of that sovereign.
During the entire conversation
He stood behind the fence;
Speech last throughout
Loved him.
Tsar: "Hello, red girl, -
Storyteller:
He says, - be a queen,
And give birth to a hero
Me by the end of September.
Well, you, dove sisters,
Get out of the light
Ride after me
Following me and my sister:
Be one of you weaver
And another cook."
Girl - storyteller looking out the window
But greed guys do not lead to good.
And the fairy tale will show how life will punish them.
Cat:
Now I know for sure that you know and love the fairy tales of A.S. Pushkin. It's time for me to say goodbye to you and go to A.S. Pushkin's favorite poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila".
The cat is leaving.
Leading:
Our journey is over. Did you like it?
This is Pushkin. It's a miracle. It's a beauty without end.
In our lives there will always be voices of these fairy tales.
How many fairy tales does the poet have? They are not many and not few,
But everything Pushkin is our eternal beginning.
