No one knows where this fabulous country is located. It is surrounded by crystal mountains rising to the very clouds. Transparent rivers flow there, on the banks of which amazing fabulous plants grow. It is always warm in this country. The sun always shines during the day, and at night, when needed, it is a warm, gentle rain. And people do not live in this country. Live in it musical instruments.
Important bassoons with flutes under the handle walk along the streets. Over there, in a wagon drawn by a pair of bass clefs, a double bass with a cello is riding. And here is a sleepy violin peeping out of its case-apartment. She played guitar and clarinet at a friend's wedding all night. A domra housewife hurries down the street to the market. Young balalaikas, sitting on a bench, cheerfully strum their strings that have not yet grown strong. A pair of treble clefs twirls their tails near the sausage shop, begging for a handout.
Where the instruments come from in this country, no one knew. There were rumors that they were made by good gnomes that live in the crystal caves. They make tools from magic trees from the banks of transparent rivers. And also from pure underground metal, which is mined in their caves. And then, breathing life into them, they carry them upstairs. It happens on dark, moonless nights. Whether this is true or not, no one knows. Just in the morning, a new musical instrument is found on a park bench or on the porch of a house. It could be a drum and a guitar, or even just a bow for a violin or cello. This instrument is like a child, it doesn't know anything yet and can't do it. He must be educated and taught. As in big world people, for this were children's musical gardens and music schools. And there was even a conservatory.
And in one of these schools, along with other young instruments, they mastered musical literacy Drum and violin. Like all children in the world, they were naughty in the classroom. At breaks, they threw flats and played in pauses. A young teacher, tall and thin, by the name of Pupitre, treated each instrument with love and attention. He knew that with time many of them could become great artists. And maybe even those whose fame will go beyond their small magical land. But he had a special feeling for the Drum. The music stand knew what life would be like for this not very happy instrument. To be eternally beaten, and only to the beat of leading instruments - such is the fate of almost all drums. Rarely what drum became famous musician. Only in jazz.
The drum sat in the very back row of the school band. All the instruments were clearly visible to him, and only the kind Music Desk saw him. The violin was in plain sight, in the front row. It shone with fresh lacquer, and its strings sparkled in the sun. Pupitre's sharp eye could not escape the glances that the young Drum threw at the Violin. Sometimes, the Drum, daydreaming, struck at random. The music stand reprimanded him, and the violin burst into the merry laughter of its strings. Red Drum blushed even more with shame. So several years passed. Just before the end music school, The music stand said to the Drum:
Son! Have you ever seen a drum duet with a violin? No! Her future is a good bow. And for you, forgive me for being frank, - cymbals and beaters.
Drum remembered these words for the rest of his life. The school is over and many instruments have gone to different cities his fairyland. Very few stayed to study at the conservatory. The violin remains.
The drum went to the farthest city of the musical country. He has worked extensively in various ensembles and orchestras. He traveled with tours to almost all cities, only in hometown he was unable to visit. Somehow the Drum got acquainted with the cheerful Cymbals and remembered the words of the teacher Pupitr. Since then, the Cymbals have been jingling merrily on his shoulders. Sometimes, however, out of time and too loudly, but he did not get angry with them. And he forgave their pranks for their easy disposition and cheerful character. Then heavy mallets appeared, and the Drum felt the weight of their blows on his chest. Sometimes it even hit me in the back. Drum's chest and back began to ache. After each illness, patches and stitches began to appear on the yellow, once smooth, skin. He realized that old age was creeping up unnoticed.
And Violin wanted to become a great artist. Occasionally she remembered with a smile an eccentric named Drum. She studied diligently at the conservatory, and all the teachers were pleased with her progress. She was predicted a great future. Her clear and soft voice captivated the listeners. A little more lack of skill, but it was fixable. Soon she met the beautiful Bow. Together they sounded truly magical. A little more effort and you can give concerts, but misfortune happened. One of her strings broke. What kind of concerts and competitions are there. No, she could do something else. But it became clear to everyone that she would not become a great artist. Bow left her. He went to another violin, young and serviceable. This is how it ended musical career Violins. She could only play simple pieces at weddings, funerals and parties. Sometimes in her environment one bow appeared, then another. But there was no real music, and there could not be. She closed herself in her case and decided never to show herself again at big holidays and concerts.
Every day, as soon as the sun rose over the crystal mountains, and colorful sunbeams scattered along the walls and roofs of houses, music began in the country. From musical kindergartens came the clumsy jingling of young balalaikas, the hesitant, and often simply out of tune, squeaking of flutes or the timid sound of guitar strings. More confident sounds, scales, and sometimes even whole melodies were heard from the windows of the music school. Well, under the windows of the conservatory, located in the center of a fabulous park, one could enjoy wonderful music all day long. And so it was every day, well, of course, except for the holidays. IN holidays in various cities of this country were arranged big concerts. The most famous instruments and delight listeners with their art.
In the evenings, when the sun was hiding behind the mountains, and the sunbeams were dying out, all the instruments fell silent. And when the first star lit up in the purple sky, the most beautiful thing began. Suddenly, in the silence of the night, a sound appeared clear, like a stream from the crystal mountains. This is some old instrument, for example, a cello, began a story about her life. These sounds seemed to come from the very depths of the soul. Before the melody had time to fall silent in the silence of the night, another instrument picked it up in its own way, in another part of the city. It could be both a saxophone and a trumpet. This great music went from house to house, from city to city, from instrument to instrument, and fell silent only when the stars went out in the sky. She did not interfere with rest for those who were tired during the day. She was not loud, and only those who wanted to hear her heard her. Even in other cities. Only no one has ever heard the Drum or the Violin.
And once upon a time musical country the news spread that the old Music Desk was gathering his pupils for an anniversary concert. The day of the concert was appointed, and musical instruments began to gather in their hometown at the appointed time.
Has come gala evening anniversary concert. In a large park near the conservatory, around open stage, gathered almost all the pets of the old teacher. There were so many of them that some had to sit on the grass. The Drum also arrived, but without Cymbals and Beaters. The violin has arrived. She did not want to be seen and pitied, so she sat on the farthest bench in the back of the park.
Fanfares sounded, and a gray-haired old music stand rose onto the stage. He was wearing a new tailcoat and patent leather shoes. When he moved, the creaking of wooden joints was heard.
My children! As you can see, I also became a musical instrument. I can squeak any tune for you,” he joked. - I'm glad to see you all in my hometown. Let's have fun like before. Let the music play!
The orchestra of the best of the best pupils of the old maestro thundered. Harps and violins sounded. Then came the trumpets and horns. The music was for every taste and performed beautifully. Orchestra changed various ensembles, duets, trios and quartets. The gray-haired Music Stand went up to the Drum and with a glance pointed to a bench in the depths of the park, where the Violin was sitting alone.
This extraordinary concert is over late at night. The old Music Stand bowed, creaking its wooden hinges. There were tears of joy in his eyes.
Remember, my children. The instrument is alive as long as it can sound, - said the old gray-haired Music Desk and went down from the stage.
Bright stars shone on dark sky. A warm breeze stirred the leaves of the trees. Tools began to disperse and go home. Only the old Drum and Violin were left sitting on a bench at the back of the park. The violin clung to the Drum and gently stroked the patches and seams on his bruised chest. “It turns out that life consists not only of the clanging of cymbals and beats with mallets in the chest,” he thought, “But how late he realized this! And how could it be otherwise? After all, the drum and violin can never play a duet. The violin ran her hand over the old drum skin and felt it tremble under her fingers. The worn side of the Drum seemed so warm and dear to her that she tinkled the strings a little audibly. The drum embraced the Violin for her thin waist and gently touched the strings. Even having painfully pricked on a broken string, he did not withdraw his hand. The strings responded to this touch with a clear and gentle sound. He gently stroked the slightly tarnished but still smooth polish on her smooth curves. And she responded more and more gentle sounds. They enjoyed the quiet and gentle music that sounded in each of them. And then Violin felt faint rhythmic beats on the drum skin under her palm.
Morning has come. And the Drum went to his Cymbals and Beaters. And Violin again went to her house-case. But something has changed in their lives. Although they were far apart, Violin constantly heard the quiet and rhythmic beats of the Drum. And he heard how she answered him with the gentle and clear sound of her strings. After all, in this fairyland even the quietest sound reaches the ear of the one to whom it is intended.
Years passed. And so, one morning Violin woke up from a vague alarm. She suddenly realized that she was missing the quiet and gentle beats of the Drum, to which she was so accustomed. She became very lonely and scared. Her strings sounded of their own accord. It was very sad music, but the most beautiful in her entire life. All the instruments in the country fell silent. Not even a sound came from the conservatory. Everyone knew what this disturbing and exciting melody meant. gray cloud covered the sun. darkened crystal mountains. And raindrops, like tears, began to fall from the sky. A gray mist thickened over the river. And for the first time in the history of the country, the inhabitants suddenly felt cold.
The violin did not notice that first one of its strings broke, then another. Droplets of tears emerged from the cracks in her lacquer. And on the highest, farewell note, her last string broke ....
No one knows where this fabulous country is located. It is surrounded by crystal mountains rising to the very clouds. Transparent rivers flow there, on the banks of which amazing fabulous plants grow. It is always warm in this country. The sun always shines during the day, and at night, when needed, it is a warm, gentle rain. And people do not live in this country. Musical instruments live in it.
Important bassoons with flutes under the handle walk along the streets. Over there, in a wagon drawn by a pair of bass clefs, a double bass with a cello is riding. And here is a sleepy violin peeping out of its case-apartment. She played guitar and clarinet at a friend's wedding all night. A domra housewife hurries down the street to the market. Young balalaikas, sitting on a bench, cheerfully strum their strings that have not yet grown strong. A pair of treble clefs twirl their tails near the sausage shop, begging for a handout.
Where the instruments come from in this country, no one knew. There were rumors that they were made by good gnomes that live in the crystal caves. They make tools from magic trees from the banks of transparent rivers. And also from pure underground metal, which is mined in their caves. And then, breathing life into them, they carry them upstairs. It happens on dark, moonless nights. Whether this is true or not, no one knows. Just in the morning, a new musical instrument is found on a park bench or on the porch of a house. It could be a drum and a guitar, or even just a bow for a violin or cello. This instrument is like a child, it doesn't know anything yet and can't do it. He must be educated and taught. As in the big world of people, there were kindergartens and music schools for this. And there was even a conservatory.
And in one of these schools, along with other young instruments, they mastered the musical literacy of the Drum and the Violin. Like all children in the world, they were naughty in the classroom. At breaks, they threw flats and played in pauses. A young teacher, tall and thin, by the name of Pupitre, treated each instrument with love and attention. He knew that with time many of them could become great artists. And maybe even those whose fame will go beyond the borders of their little magical country. But he had a special feeling for the Drum. The music stand knew what kind of life this not very happy instrument would have. To be forever beaten, and only to the beat of leading instruments - this is the fate of almost all drums. It is rare that a drum became a famous musician. Only in jazz.
The drum sat in the very back row of the school band. All the instruments were clearly visible to him, and only the kind Music Desk saw him. The violin was in plain sight, in the front row. It shone with fresh lacquer, and its strings sparkled in the sun. Pupitre's sharp eye could not escape the glances that the young Drum threw at the Violin. Sometimes, the Drum, daydreaming, struck at random. The music stand reprimanded him, and the violin burst into the merry laughter of its strings. Red Drum blushed even more with shame. So several years passed. Just before the end of the music school, the Music Desk said to the Drum:
- Son! Have you ever seen a drum duet with a violin? No! Her future is a good bow. And for you, forgive me for being frank, - cymbals and beaters.
Drum remembered these words for the rest of his life. The school is over and many instruments have gone to different cities of their fairy-tale country. Very few stayed to study at the conservatory. The violin remains.
The drum went to the farthest city of the musical country. He has worked extensively in various ensembles and orchestras. He traveled with tours to almost all cities, only he could not visit his native city. Somehow the Drum got acquainted with the cheerful Cymbals and remembered the words of the teacher Pupitr. Since then, the Cymbals have been jingling merrily on his shoulders. Sometimes, however, out of time and too loudly, but he did not get angry with them. And he forgave their pranks for their easy disposition and cheerful character. Then heavy mallets appeared, and the Drum felt the weight of their blows on his chest. Sometimes it even hit me in the back. Drum's chest and back began to ache. After each illness, patches and stitches began to appear on the yellow, once smooth, skin. He realized that old age was creeping up unnoticed.
And Violin wanted to become a great artist. Occasionally she remembered with a smile an eccentric named Drum. She studied diligently at the conservatory, and all the teachers were pleased with her progress. She was predicted a great future. Her clear and soft voice captivated the listeners. A little more lack of skill, but it was fixable. Soon she met the beautiful Bow. Together they sounded truly magical. A little more effort and you can give concerts, but misfortune happened. One of her strings broke. What kind of concerts and competitions are there. No, she could do something else. But it became clear to everyone that she would not become a great artist. Bow left her. He went to another violin, young and serviceable. This is how Violin's musical career ended. She could only play simple pieces at weddings, funerals and parties. Sometimes in her environment one bow appeared, then another. But there was no real music, and there could not be. She closed herself in her case and decided never to show herself again at big holidays and concerts.
Every day, as soon as the sun rose above the crystal mountains, and multi-colored sunbeams scattered along the walls and roofs of houses, music began in the country. From musical kindergartens came the clumsy strumming of young balalaikas, the hesitant, and often simply out of tune, squeaking of flutes or the timid sound of guitar strings. More confident sounds, scales, and sometimes even whole melodies were heard from the windows of the music school. Well, under the windows of the conservatory, located in the center of a fabulous park, one could enjoy wonderful music all day long. And so it was every day, well, of course, except for the holidays. On holidays, large concerts were held in various cities of this country. The most famous instruments gathered there and delighted the audience with their art.
In the evenings, when the sun was hiding behind the mountains and the sunbeams were dying out, all the instruments fell silent. And when the first star lit up in the purple sky, the most beautiful thing began. Suddenly, in the silence of the night, a sound appeared clear, like a stream from the crystal mountains. This is some old instrument, for example, a cello, began a story about her life. These sounds seemed to come from the very depths of the soul. Before the melody had time to fall silent in the silence of the night, another instrument picked it up in its own way, in another part of the city. It could be both a saxophone and a trumpet. This magnificent music passed from house to house, from city to city, from instrument to instrument, and fell silent only when the stars went out in the sky. She did not interfere with rest for those who were tired during the day. She was not loud, and only those who wanted to hear her heard her. Even in other cities. Only no one has ever heard the Drum or the Violin.
And then one day the news spread throughout the musical country that the old Music Desk was gathering his pupils for an anniversary concert. The day of the concert was appointed, and musical instruments began to gather in their hometown at the appointed time.
The solemn evening of the anniversary concert has come. In the large park near the conservatory, around the open stage, almost all the pupils of the old teacher gathered. There were so many of them that some had to sit on the grass. The Drum also arrived, but without Cymbals and Beaters. The violin has arrived. She did not want to be seen and pitied, so she sat on the farthest bench in the back of the park.
Fanfares sounded, and a gray-haired old music stand rose onto the stage. He was wearing a new tailcoat and patent leather shoes. When he moved, the creaking of wooden joints was heard.
- My children! As you can see, I also became a musical instrument. I can squeak any tune for you. - he joked, - I'm glad to see you all in my hometown. Let's have fun like before. Let the music play!
The orchestra of the best of the best pupils of the old maestro thundered. Harps and violins sounded. Then came the trumpets and horns. The music was for every taste and performed beautifully. The orchestra was replaced by various ensembles, duets, trios and quartets. The gray-haired Music Stand went up to the Drum and with a glance pointed to a bench in the depths of the park, where the Violin was sitting alone.
This extraordinary concert ended late at night. The old Music Stand bowed, creaking its wooden hinges. There were tears of joy in his eyes.
- Remember, my children. The instrument is alive as long as it can sound. - said the old gray-haired Music Desk and went down from the stage.
Bright stars shone in the dark sky. A warm breeze stirred the leaves of the trees. Tools began to disperse and go home. Only the old Drum and Violin were left sitting on a bench at the back of the park. The violin clung to the Drum and gently stroked the patches and seams on his bruised chest. “It turns out that life consists not only of the clanging of cymbals and beats with mallets in the chest,” he thought, “But how late he realized this! And how could it be otherwise? After all, the drum and violin can never play a duet. The violin ran her hand over the old drum skin and felt it tremble under her fingers. The shabby side of the Drum seemed so warm and dear to her that she almost audibly rang the strings. The drum embraced the Violin by her thin waist and gently touched the strings. Even having painfully pricked on a broken string, he did not withdraw his hand. The strings responded to this touch with a clear and gentle sound. He gently stroked the slightly tarnished but still smooth polish on her smooth curves. And she responded with even more and more gentle sounds. They enjoyed the quiet and gentle music that sounded in each of them. And then Violin felt faint rhythmic beats on the drum skin under her palm.
Morning has come. And the Drum went to his Cymbals and Beaters. And the violin again went to its house-case. But something has changed in their lives. Although they were far apart, Violin constantly heard the quiet and rhythmic beats of the Drum. And he heard how she answered him with the gentle and clear sound of her strings. Indeed, in this fabulous country, even the quietest sound reaches the hearing of the one to whom it is intended.
Years passed. And so, one morning Violin woke up from a vague alarm. She suddenly realized that she was missing the quiet and gentle beats of the Drum, to which she was so accustomed. She became very lonely and scared. Her strings sounded of their own accord. It was very sad music, but the most beautiful in her entire life. All the instruments in the country fell silent. Not even a sound came from the conservatory. Everyone knew what this disturbing and exciting melody meant. A gray cloud covered the sun. The crystal mountains darkened. And raindrops, like tears, began to fall from the sky. A gray mist thickened over the river. And for the first time in the history of the country, the inhabitants suddenly felt cold.
The violin did not notice that first one of its strings broke, then another. Droplets of tears emerged from the cracks in her lacquer. And on the highest, farewell note, her last string broke ....
The game is the main way of teaching and educating preschoolers. This is not an exaggeration. The game is the planet where the child lives. Especially a child preschool age. This is the air he breathes. His way of knowing the world. Favorite hobby. We would even say a vital necessity. Little of. It is the game main way education and upbringing of a preschooler. Anything: sports, painting, music. Even rules of conduct.
Psychologists have noticed that the rules of the road are best presented to kids in the form of a game action, under the code name "Policemen-Pedestrians" (similar to "Daughters-Mothers"), where children play the roles of a policeman, pedestrian, traffic light, etc. And where participants receive penalty points for breaking the rules. Such a game proved to be more effective than any of the most eloquent didactic monologues about the dangers of running a red light or playing on the roadway.
All of the above applies to musical education as well. The main conclusion that the authors have come to over many years of work with preschoolers is that almost any task that arises in the process of musical education preschoolers (including in the family), can and should be solved with the help of the game.
What kind of tasks are we talking about?
We list them not in order of importance, but quite arbitrarily.
- Instill a love for good music. Both serious and light.
- develop musical taste. What is important, since music can have both positive and negative effects on the child.
- To teach how to play a particular musical instrument (including children).
- Develop creative abilities.
- Learn to move to music.
- Develop emotional culture, emotional susceptibility.
There are, of course, others, but these are the main ones. Which, in our opinion, can be solved not only by teachers, but also by moms and dads. Including those who do not play any musical instrument and do not even know the notes.
However, it is not too late to learn both at any age. So...
Games for children from 6 months to 1.5 years
hide and seek with sound
The child does not see you. You ring a melodious bell, softly strike a rattle, a tambourine, another percussion instrument or hum. The baby turns if he lies in the crib, looks for you, crawls or goes to the sound and is glad that he has discovered you and the source of the sound ... The game not only helps to fix the connection between the sound and its source, but also teaches that the sound is joy.
Where is the music?
You cover the sound source with matter, turn on the music (it's good if the music sounds classical, light in character) and ask the baby: "Where is the music?" The baby approaches or crawls, tears off the matter (at this moment the music should be turned off) and rejoices that the meaning of what is happening is clear to him. The game is connected with listening to music and therefore is especially useful. Many children, taking into account the game and motor moment, especially if they liked the music, are ready to play this game again and again.
The game can be made more difficult by moving the sound source to another room. But do not forget that the music should not sound too loud.
1.5 to 3 years
What instrument was played?
There are two instruments in front of the child. Suppose a tambourine and a drum. Ask the baby to turn away and tap on one of the instruments. If the kid guesses which instrument you played, he gets your approval and applause.
Gradually, the number of instruments (we are talking about children's musical instruments), both melodic and percussion, can be increased.
The game develops the subtlety of hearing, teaches to recognize different timbres.
Change roles from time to time: the child asks - you answer.
dance just like me
Under dance music you do the most simple moves and ask the baby to repeat them exactly. And often you don't have to ask. The kid repeats the movements on his own initiative. Young children generally love to imitate. game moment intensifies if you announce in advance who is dancing. For example, Baba Yaga, Gena the crocodile, another fairy-tale character or beast.
The child is getting older, and the circle of dancing characters is expanding more and more.
By the age of 3-4, the child is already able to “order” you a dance image of one or another fairy tale hero or a cartoon character.
The game becomes especially gambling if two or more children participate in it. Then you (or the children) yourself evaluate who danced better and who becomes the "customer".
The game helps the development of coordination of movements to music, develops the imagination and imagination of the baby.
Learn the song
You play, hum or whistle a well-known song to a child. He has to guess what song it is. In the case of a correct answer - approval and applause. Games in which the winner earns points or points will start a little later.
Three to five years old
At this age, the game still remains the main means of musical education. Moreover. The expansion of the mental, mental, physical capabilities of the child significantly increases the range of tasks that can be solved thanks to games.
From the age of three or four, we repeat, rivalry and gambling excitement are included in the game. Draw five or seven circles in a row on a thick sheet of paper. Separately for you and for the child. If there are more than two participants, then the number of rows increases. Put chips of different colors on the first circles. For most of our games these simple preparations enough. We start playing.
Listening to the silence
Children have increased emotionality, and they do everything loudly: they don’t speak, but scream, if they are happy, then they squeal with delight, if they are upset, they sob uncontrollably. This is fine. They cannot do otherwise. For this they cannot be blamed. But sometimes invite them to sit down, stop, freeze and listen to ... silence. Which they don't hear. They are unable to hear.
This can be done at home, but it is better somewhere in nature. In the field, in the forest, in the park, near the river. Or just on the street or in the yard.
So, the rules of the game.
“Hush,” you say. - Quieter. Quite quiet. Let's play - who can hear the silence better and name more sounds. We speak in turn.
- The car has passed. Here the bird sang. Train whistle. Someone's conversation. Trees rustled branches.
The child listens to the silence, to the surrounding sounds. He begins to understand that among these sounds there are also such beautiful and bewitching ones as the singing of birds, the sound of a forest, river or sea.
By the way, silence, pause is quite a musical category. Sustaining exactly a pause (another moment and it will break off) is a great art. Both in music and in life...
For each sound source named, the token moves forward. The winner is the one who named more such sources.
story-play
Any of the stories (for example, about musical instruments) can be built in the form of a game. To do this, before starting the game, put the mugs with chips already prepared by us on the table and tell the baby:
“Now I’ll tell you the tale of the Drum and the Violin. It's a game. After the story, I will ask a few questions. If you listen carefully, you will easily answer them. If the answer is correct, you move the chip. Wrong - me. The one who advances the most circles wins. After such a warning, the child listens to the story with special interest and attention. The game is sacred.
Naturally, the story should be short and, if possible, entertaining. For example, here's one we came up with...
Tale of the Drum and the Violin
Drum lived in one kingdom. A variety of musical instruments lived in this musical realm: violins, pianos, accordions. But the Drum was one of the most famous and beloved. Because everyone understood his language. Because he woke up the whole city in the morning with his sonorous and clear song:
The city woke up, and everyone said: "It's good that Drum lives in our city. Otherwise, we might be late for work."
When the Drum grew up, the king of this kingdom - the Royal took him to work. sentry. Now the Drum not only woke everyone up in the morning, but also guarded the royal palace. And during the parade, the soldiers marched to his music.
In the same kingdom, the king had a daughter - Violin. As soon as the Drum saw the Violin, he immediately fell in love with her. When Violin rode in a carriage past the gate he was guarding, Drum greeted her with his knock.
Princess Drum liked it too. One day she came up to him and sang on the highest of her four strings - "mi".
Do, re, mi, fa, salt, la,
Tomorrow is the king's ball.
Come, mi, fa, salt, la.
I'll be there waiting for you.
The drum put on a new leather uniform and came to the ball. When the dancing began, the Violin played cheerful music on all its four strings, and the Drum played along with it. Then other instruments began to play, and they danced the waltz together and liked each other even more. Drum invited Violin to become his wife. She agreed.
At the wedding, King Royal played Mendelssohn's "Wedding March" to celebrate. It was a very fun wedding.
It's good if after final words fairy tales you turn this popular music Mendelssohn.
And now the questions for the child. For example, these:
- What were the soldiers doing when the drum was playing?
- Why did the inhabitants of the city love Drum?
- How many strings does the violin have?
- What is the name of the highest string?
- What dance did the Violin and the Drum play at the ball?
- What is the name of the music that was played after the wedding? Etc. and so on.
Of course, the questions may be different. As, however, and a fairy tale, which you, perhaps, compose better than us.
We remind you that the one who answered the question correctly moves the chip forward.
Thanks to such fairy tale games, the child will not only learn more about musical instruments, composers, musicians, but will also develop such important quality- the ability to concentrate.
Remember how we general education school in singing lessons, from year to year, notes were taught without much success. A child can learn notes at 3-4 years old, as they say, effortlessly.
Learning notes
Draw five lines on a sheet of paper and write three notes with a distinctly colored felt-tip pen: do, re, mi. On the first additional line - up to. Under the first line - re. On the first - mi. Put the sheet in a conspicuous place. Explain to the child what the notes are called. And you can, having prepared all the same circles with chips, start playing.
You ask the baby what note it is, pointing to do, re and mi in turn. The conditions of the game do not change: in the case of a correct answer, the child moves the chip. If it's wrong, you.
Gradually increase the number of notes to one octave.
We play by notes
We show our daughter or son on a children's musical instrument, preferably a keyboard, or on an ordinary piano, where notes of the first octave are played. The conditions of the game are somewhat more complicated. You ask the child to play this or that note. And again, move the chips, creating a game situation.
So within one or two weeks you will teach your child to play the notes.
The next stage of the same game is the performance of songs according to the notes. Write large and distinct notes of a simple, known to the child songs within the first octave and offer to play it. Or put in front of him already printed sheet music, which are sold in every music store, pasting the name of the song in case the child already knows how to read. Explain the conditions of the game: play and determine which song is written here.
What to do in case of a correct or incorrect answer of the child, you already know.
For many children, playing familiar songs soon becomes a favorite pastime.
Guess the Key
Ask the child to turn away and press one of the 3 keys: do, re, mi. The task of the baby is to press these keys and find the one that you offered him. It is also important for the child to say what note it is. The game helps the development of absolute pitch. That is, hearing, when the baby hears any sound (not just music) immediately in the notes. Gradually, the number of pressed notes can be increased, including not only white, but also black keys.
Let's add that absolute pitch helps in learning to play musical instruments. Especially on strings.
Who will sing first
This is a game for two or more players. Are you playing or humming a tune famous song. Which of the children or adults taking part in the game will be the first to sing?
Know the song
Another version of the game. Taken by us from the popular TV program of the early 90s. The child must recognize the song by the first seven notes. Or six. Or five.
In the event that there are two or more players, the first one suggests: "I recognize a song from seven notes." Second: "And I'm from six." Third: "I'm out of five." The one who agreed to guess from least quantity first notes.
The chip is moved forward either by guessing the song, or, in case of an incorrect answer, by another participant.
The game develops ear for music. Helps to better remember the melody of the song.
Tap the rhythm
You tap on a tambourine or clap your hands to the rhythm of a famous song. Ask your child to guess the song. Now switch roles. The child knocks, and you guess.
A message to an African tribe
You beat on the drum a certain rhythm message to the neighbor African tribe. Tell the child the content of the message. And it is better if he comes up with a message himself. For example, "the weather is nice outside", "it's my birthday soon", etc. The kid must accurately repeat the rhythm. Role reversal is also possible in this game: the child knocks the message - you repeat.
Such games develop not only rhythmic abilities, but also the child's imagination.
Music and movement
These are games for two or more children.
Who imitates better?
Who imitates better, depicting ball games, snowball fights, figure skating, etc. to cheerful music?
Come up with moves
Who will come up with more movements for various dances: gypsy, polka, Russian dance, fast modern dance etc.
fairy tale characters dancing
Show how various people would dance to cheerful music fairy tale characters(Baba Yaga, Goblin, Serpent Gorynych). Or cartoon characters.
Dance game "Sparrows"
If you have family celebration, children came to visit, then they will play this game with special pleasure.
Everyone stands in a circle. In the center of the circle "sparrows".
Participants move in a circle and sing to an arbitrary tune:
Show, show, sparrows,
How girls walk
Sparrow shows, and everyone repeats his movements.
Show, show, little sparrow
How the good guys walk.
Sparrow again shows.
During the game, the driver may be asked to portray the gait of not only animals, cartoon characters, etc., but also dads, moms, grandmothers, and other relatives and friends.
Music games related to movement not only bring children and adults joy and good mood, but also improve coordination, develop fantasy, imagination. Both an adult and other children can choose the best among the dancers.
Doll games (from 2 to 7 years old)
Doll is not only true friend preschool child, but also an indispensable participant in all games. She easily becomes a student, teacher, assistant. A listener to whom a child can sing a song, play something, just tell about his sorrows and joys.
Sing a high or low note
Sometimes for this purpose the doll becomes a real helper. Is your child unable to sing high notes? Take a mouse doll and ask the baby to sing as thinly as this animal sings and squeaks. And a miracle will happen - the child will suddenly sing in a thin voice. A bear doll will help you sing a low note.
Learning the words of the song
In this difficult matter, games with dolls can also help. Let's say you are learning the words of a song about Cheburashka with five-year-old Olya and you feel that your daughter is bored. She can't concentrate, she looks around distractedly.
“Come on, Olenka, let’s play,” you suggest. You will be the teacher, and the dolls will be the students. Learn the words of the song with the puppets.
The girl's eyes lit up. The game is a completely different matter. Olya sits the dolls on the sofa and repeats the words for them after you. Then he checks how the dolls learned the words by saying the words in their voices. First, in the voice of a mouse doll. Then Cheburashka himself. Then Barbie. The song is easy and fast to learn.
Playing with dolls can also help in learning to play a particular musical instrument.
Olya-teacher
Olya, already familiar to us, is learning to play the piano or the violin. Thanks to the doll, the girl can be not only a student, but also, which she sometimes prefers, a teacher. Here the chain is clear and quite natural: you or the music teacher teach Olya, and she teaches the same thing - the doll itself. “I have already told you a hundred times,” the girl says to the Barbie doll in your words and in your intonations, “that you need to sit up straight and not stoop when you play the piano!”
The role of a teacher will help Olya master the wisdom of playing a musical instrument. It has long been known that you learn best what you teach others.
Game situations
The bow moves smoothly
Such situations should be created as often as possible when learning to play musical instruments. The first steps of learning, associated with the repetition of the same exercises, playing scales, etudes, staging moments without connecting games or game situations, often causes boredom in little musicians. This is the most important and most dangerous enemy of any training!
Let's take an example. Once again you explain to the little violinist that to get a good sound, the bow must go straight. The little student stared blankly out the window, thinking of something else, and looking forward to going outside to play with his friends. But here you explain it differently:
“Let’s play, Andryusha,” you say. “You are the driver, and the bow is the train.” Passengers are on the train. You must keep the train straight. If you drive to the side, the train will derail and crash. Passengers will die.
And you immediately notice the change. Andrei tries to lead the bow evenly. He is interested. It's already a game.
Similar situations were skillfully created by the Japanese teacher Shinichi Suzuki, who achieved exceptional success in teaching 3-4 year old children to play the violin.
Legato piano playing (connected)
You need to explain to the baby that the previous finger can only be lifted from the key when the next one has already been placed. Try to say little student like that:
- Five fingers - five athletes. They run and pass the baton to each other. If you release the key ahead of time, it means that the wand has fallen, and you have to start running from the beginning.
Game, game and more game will help you turn the most boring exercises into an exciting activity. One more example.
Tribunes applauding
The little musician repeats the difficult passage. It doesn't work at all. We create a game situation.
“There are international competitions going on,” you say. - The stands are full. The task of the competitors is to play the difficult place as quickly as possible without making mistakes. The host announces to the whole stadium: "Alyosha, the Russian team is performing. First attempt." I am the judge, I will count the mistakes. Get started.
You will see how Alyosha will change immediately. He is a participant in the competition and represents the interests of Russia. The stands are cheering for him. Several "trials" and the difficult place is played without errors.
The game helps to achieve the main thing. What is the secret of success when learning to play a musical instrument (as, indeed, in any other business)? In concentration.
So, the game is not only the main, but also the only the right way education and upbringing of a small person.
And further. Best of all, if you come up with games for your child - just yours, and not a child in general - you come up with yourself. Because everything here is very individual. Games that some children enjoy playing may not be enjoyed by others. For example, if we talk about the last game situation - "tribunes applaud", then there are children who have a similar game situation, despite all its far-fetchedness, will cause unnecessary excitement and tension. In this case, the same competition should be given a more intimate character. For example, competitions are not held at the stadium, but in an ordinary room, and dolls participate in the competition.
In other words, the games we offer are not so much ready-made solutions, but the direction in which you should move.
Lev Madorsky, music school teacher
Anatoly Zak, child psychologist
Discussion
Everything here is written correctly, but my daughter used to study music at a music school only under duress. Until she began to find notes on the Internet for such songs that she would be interested and familiar with. Her favorite sheet music site [link-1] She plays the flute with us. There she downloads notes, includes a midi backing track (from the same site) and pleases us with playing her favorite tunes. Therefore, you need to play musical instruments not only effortlessly, but also so that the child himself is interested! Thank you!
I give piano and solfeggio lessons for children of all classes of a music school, as well as for adults. I have experience working with children in a music school.
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Group of early musical development for children from 2 years old. Development of fine motor skills of hands Formation of concentration of attention Development of rhythm, memory, musical ear the child learns to communicate with other children To instill a love for music.
It’s just that coaches love adequate kids, maybe with early start workouts show good results at first, and then, of course, thanks, they were very encouraging. The fact is that I want to instill in my child a love of sports with early age. We don’t aim for big sports, but ...
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At 3, I went to one lesson and started messing around and disturbing everyone (she is very active), I took her off the dance, at 4 I went, it was also hard at first and stood in the corner and was put out the door a couple of times, but I got back to normal at 4 years to do. I threw it off on the fact that we don’t go to the garden and she seized upon communication.
By the way, that year mine was already about 6, at our dances there was a set of 3-year-old little ones, and once they combined classes. Mine complained terribly that they interfere, they don’t go to listen, they pester her, touch her, indulge and interfere with her studies. So most likely yours is just immature.
And now it’s too early, and you already shoved a child somewhere last year ?! Like - go to the "game" where you can run / jump / fool around and do whatever you want.
We are just looking for classes :) Marfa is almost 5 years old. Until this semi individual sessions in the pool - each child has his own pace, the coach selects different exercises each time, etc. As a result, someone swam a month later, and someone doesn’t swim a year later (ours) - but he gets pleasure, he’s not afraid of a coach and water, well, there are some health benefits :)
Early music education - the way to professionals? And when? How, well, how to instill in a child a desire to learn? Ps - any lessons (sports, music) Psychologists are sure that parents are quite capable of instilling in their child a love of learning, especially since the opportunity to "help" the baby ...
Simply introduce the world of music, teach some basics, instill, if not love, but some affection for the classics, discover Innate good taste, loves classical music, feels it, loves opera and ballet from an early age, attracts the playing of the orchestra.
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in essence, alas, I can’t say anything, if only to go to a studio, maybe they will advise there.. Have you studied ballet before? Or where else does the complex come from? Just wondering, I have a DVD with Sarah Jessica Parker, something like a ballet, but I'm still not going to try it, it's very badly filmed ...
It is important for me to get acquainted with music and the instrument, an attempt to instill sympathy and give it to 7 If your goal is to instill in a child a love of music, this can be done with the help of This is not how children are taught to music. At this age, you need to listen to children's classics and do ...
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Thanks for a really interesting discussion. My native aunt professional musician. Former chief accompanist of the Novosibirsk Opera. Incl. she also plays the violin. I have not yet discussed this topic with her, but after this controversial discussion, I will definitely talk to her.
She herself was very talented child, and began learning piano at the age of 4. But the violin later.
I am also familiar with Japanese theory, i.e. read a lot about her. But I also know that we practically do not have teachers who teach exactly on this theory, i.e. those who work with kids can hardly imagine how they do it in Japan. Most likely, conventional methods are used.
Thanks again for the discussion.
Hello, why did you choose the violin??? Why do you need this) Please forgive me for the strange question!
Incl. IMHO, just instill a love for music, listen, sing, develop a sense of rhythm, and wait for the keys to "gouge". I'm not a teacher, but somehow connected with music and I can say that, IMHO, it's too early to learn notes. At this age, they are taught to feel the rhythm, listen and ...
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Recently I was talking to our music teacher about this topic. Her opinion is that early teaching is bad, then it is very difficult to retrain. She has students with whom she began to study from the age of 3, so now she is tormented with them, because. they are already accustomed to holding their hand incorrectly and other problems that arose due to their early age. Incl. IMHO, just instill a love for music, listen, sing, develop a sense of rhythm, and wait for the keys to "gouge".
Associations with animals or people. The bear sings low, the nightingale sings high. Different - dad, mom. remember the fairy tale "Three Bears". "Teremok", "Turnip" - you can also tell with musical accompaniment.
The experience of teaching music to young children: I am especially interested in learning to play instruments (violin, cello, etc.), singing, and also how to teach a child to listen and understand music (for example, with painting, everything is much simpler: the child looks at the picture. ..
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imagined two year old next to the cello :-))) She will not be able to reach the handles along the entire length of the fretboard! And the strings will not be able to pinch with tiny fingers. Are there natural barriers to learning? instrumental music... I would prefer a metallophone, honestly. The benefits for the child's ears are certainly not less, but easier to manage. And won't the child be pleased with the euphonious result? From the violin-cello for the first couple of years, you will not get exactly digestible sound. It will be torture for the ears. Where will the pleasure from activities come from, so necessary in early development?
Now about "listen and understand." I haven’t read Lupan for a long time, I don’t remember what she advises. Maybe I'll repeat it, maybe not. IMHO: there should not be much music, it should not sound in the background. Music appears as a significant and pleasant event: "Do you want to listen to music?"
What to choose to listen to? The other day I had a discussion on this topic with the leadership of the music publishing house "Two Giraffes". They release classics for kids in a "castrated" form, performed not on normal instruments, but "on combs", on a synthesizer. From the sound of this "classic" my teeth are simply reduced. If you treat the music as a background, then maybe it will do. "Two Giraffes" say that this performance is addressed to infants, for better falling asleep. Well, maybe so, but at the age of two it is simply harmful to listen to dissected classics. What's so scary about children's album“Tchaikovsky, that it cannot be put on sale in the usual, “piano” version, but it must be played without fail “on a comb”?
Fortunately, with some difficulty, I found a series of 24 "Classics for Children" audio cassettes in the Music Baby series from Top Entertainment. In "normal" performance. True, I shook manufacturers for a long time at the exhibition so that they swore that the 17 cassettes I bought would not sound like a synthesizer.
Indeed, the effect is amazing! The son enthusiastically "conducts" both Beethoven's 9th symphony and scenes from Tchaikovsky's ballets. And from synthetic monotonous analogues, he (I’m not talking about myself) began to get tired in a minute.
Then, IMHO, you need a live sound. Music in a live, even imperfect, performance fascinates children. Here the performance of songs by dad with a guitar will do. But, of course, it's good to go to real concerts. I have been taking my children to the opera since they were two, because good opera I prefer everything in the world. Muscovites, of course, find it easier than residents of other cities - there is the N. Sats Theater for children, from the age of 6 (and in reality even earlier) children are allowed to attend morning performances Grand Theatre. What we use. One live opera in its impact on a child (mine, for example) is equal to several months of "developing" classes.
As for the ability to name musical composition and its author, I attach absolutely no importance to it. This knowledge has no practical impact on musicality. So, sometimes I'll call something. At the age of two, the name of the composer is not very interesting for children. To “order” this or that piece, my son uses images from the music itself: “Loud music”, “where the uncle rides a horse”, “where the kite hunts the swan”, “where the aunt sings sadly”, “where New Year and a fir-tree". I consider musical literature not important at all for a two-year-old.
And the left-handed daughter is not retrained, she writes as it is convenient for her and treats writing normally.
I bought all kinds of cassettes with classics for kids and sounds of nature for my son (1g3m). Listens to them somewhere from 5 months. Now he already has his favorite and least favorite melodies (he loves polkas and tango very much, as well as the clatter of horses, and categorically asks to turn off Bach) That's the kind of music we are. listeners.
Music. Where to begin? Girls, tell me how it goes music lessons with a teacher for 3 year olds? Music. Early development. Techniques early development: Montessori, Doman, Zaitsev's cubes, learning to read, groups, activities with children.
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I am a little against early acquaintance with the notes, hand placements, theory, etc. That "music" to which I gave my daughter is about what Nadezhda Grigorievna described. Learning to distinguish the nature of music, develop a sense of rhythm, musical taste - IMHO, this is what a preschooler needs. I just always felt sorry for those "pros" who go to listen to concerts with scores. And one more thing: keep in mind that early learning on the piano, but does not contribute to the development of good hearing. Especially if it's f-but even a little upset. The thinnest instrument human voice, the strings are closest to it. That is, if you want the child to correctly intonate in the future, you need to give it either to the choir or to the violin. But this is a little later, but for now the best option is what Nadezhda Grigoryevna described. You can write to Nastya Starynina (Centre "Lada"), she has some interesting developments (her articles are on "Nanny"). More good technique: http://kirushin-.chat.ru/ However, the taste and color, as they say... Someone is also studying according to Tyulenev or Lena Danilova.
What goals do you pursue, intending to "give" for such classes and what tasks do you set? You need to decide before starting classes. I think that for this age it is not necessary to start acquaintance with music from the "real" :) learning to play the instrument.
Such classes, first of all, help the GENERAL DEVELOPMENT of the child: the development of his emotionality, artistic taste, the development of musicality and creativity; develop an ear for music musical memory, auditory perception, sense of rhythm, teach correct intonation.
What happens in class? Children sing, listen to diverse music, get acquainted with the sound and appearance different musical instruments. It is necessary that the baby himself be a member of the orchestra of rhythm instruments: the teacher plays the piano, and the child (children) plays drums, maracas, triangles, tambourines, metalophone, etc. By actively becoming a participant in the process itself, the child is not OUTSIDE, but INSIDE happening, he himself creates. Such classes cannot be imagined without another active element - rhythmics (this is movement to the music). By conveying the nature of music in movements, the child learns to feel his body, to navigate in space, and by creating a certain image with the help of movements to music, he learns figurative thinking.
The musical alphabet and read the "wisdom" go by the wayside and are possible, but only if this is not a formal learning of professional skills. The main thing at this age is development, and not direct and hard training.
in one big and beautiful theater lived musical instruments.
In the evenings, when the theater was filled with smart dressed people, the orchestra excitedly tuned in for the performance. Fanfare solemnly heralded the beginning of the performance. The instruments performed with their numbers, got upset at failures, rejoiced at the applause.
When people left the theatre, the instruments took on a life of their own.
So…
Musical instruments lived in one large and beautiful theater. Among them was the beautiful Violin, the most graceful of the stringed family. The curls of a curved neck adorned her chiseled head. Her waist was such that even a prima ballerina could not compete with her. No one could say that there is at least one extra line in the appearance of the Violin. In addition, she sang sweetly. Connoisseurs praised Violin's voice and singing technique. Only sometimes someone dared to notice that she sings rather dryly, without a soul. But Violin did not think about it. She had many admirers, but none of them could get an answer in the cold heart of the beauty.
The instruments were often assembled together. The Violas, Violin's cousins, came.
Her aunt Cello, the owner of a pleasant chest voice, looked in. She was somewhat plump, but every movement spoke of her former grace.
The piano was constantly worried about its many wonderful keys.
Fagot grumbled good-naturedly on every occasion. He found the violin too haughty, so their conversation sometimes resembled a duet of wrangling.
Slightly self-satisfied tools from the Brass family constantly took care that some speck did not darken the surface of their golden robes.
Forgetting about the saying “not all that glitters is gold,” they considered themselves to be the purest gold and were very fond of brilliant marches.
Ringing Trumpets began the march. It was picked up by straight-hearted Trombones. Horns entered. It was wonderful!
The woodwinds - oboes, clarinets, flutes - kept decorously, in pairs.
Piccolo's sharp-tongued Flute loved to gossip, and now and then with curiosity, she stretched her head and teased someone, but not very evil. Therefore, no one was offended by her, and many appreciated her wit.
Everything was harmonious in the society of instruments, but this is what happened one day.
The modest courageous double bass fell in love with the beautiful Violin with all his heart. For a long time he could not admit this even to himself, but you can’t command the heart, but it never stopped loving.
The double bass sighed intermittently in his far corner of the orchestra and finally made up his mind - he wrote a letter to Violin, in which he confessed his love to her.
That evening the double bass played like never before. Even the indifferent Violin was surprised and, inviting him to visit, said that she was touched by his attention. But doesn’t the Double Bass know, she said, how many admirers have sought her favor, but she still hasn’t fallen in love with anyone, and even more so the Double Bass, so huge and clumsy, can hardly count on her favor.
Who knows what the Contrabass was thinking about returning home. Perhaps he recalled the sounds of Violin's voice or the hope with which he wrote his letter to her - a confession, or maybe he parted forever with the dream of happiness. His heart beat unevenly and painfully.
Dark was the night of farewell. The light flashed for a while in the window of his house and went out ...
Nobody has seen him since. The brothers were looking for him, but the place in the far right corner was empty.
Violin seemed to take the news of the Double Bass calmly, but in fact something broke in her. Even the invariably brilliant technique of singing has faded. Nothing gave her relief.
Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Late at night, when everyone was already asleep, Violin quietly got out of her cozy house and ran to the old sorceress Harp.
Come in, - the Harp said sternly, - I know that the cherished doors of Art do not open before you. They are closed to those who do not know life, who do not have a soul, who do not know love.
If you want to become a real artist, you must travel the world three times a hundred years. It will be difficult for you, pampered and capricious, but if you go through hardships, remaining faithful to art, recognition awaits you.
So said the wise Harp and fell silent.
The violin returned home and, without delay, got ready for the road. That night, she stepped into a frightening, vast world.
Yes, the fragile, spoiled Violin found the strength to meet unknown trials.
Weeks followed weeks, months followed months, years followed years, and years turned into centuries.
In the first hundred years, Violin learned loneliness, in which there is always so much room for reflection, memories ...
She spent the second century in continuous work. Her beauty faded, but her voice began to fill with warmth and sounded deeper.
Violin has had the hardest time in the last hundred years. The cold fettered her, making the strings brittle, and sometimes the heat made the air so hot that there was nothing to breathe. Having lost appearance, she recognized contempt, was persecuted, but it was in the midst of adversity that the Violin learned to appreciate kindness, compassion, love. She got a soul.
Three hundred years later, almost exhausted, Violin returned to her theater. Harp greeted her with joy, immediately realizing how the Violin had changed.
In the evening Violin came on stage and sang. How she sang!
Her songs smoothed out the wrinkles of fatigue and grief, connected loving hearts into one big heart, and the evil ones were made good.
She sang without expecting payment, nor the worship and gratitude of warmed hearts, she healed the wounds inflicted by centuries of wandering.
Since then, the older Violin is, the more wonderfully she sings, the more she is loved, and even called the queen of music.
Music begins with the silence of the morning or the noise of a busy day, the whistle of the wind, the roar of the crowd or the gentle speech of a loved one. From here, it gathers drop by drop in the tunes of a popular song, in dance and heartfelt romance, in various music of work and rest, holiday and entertainment.
Subdue the formidable element
Words full of love
You are the whole boundless Russia
I. Theater FanfareMusical instruments lived in one large and beautiful theater. In the evenings, when the theater filled with smartly dressed people, the orchestra excitedly tuned in to perform. Fanfare solemnly heralded the beginning of the performance. The instruments performed with their numbers, got upset at failures, rejoiced at the applause. When people left the theater, the chandeliers changed from a bright glow to a gentle Moonlight, and the instruments began to live their own special lives.
II. Beauty Violin
So... Musical instruments lived in one large and beautiful theater. Among them was the beautiful Violin, the most graceful of the String family. The curls of a curved neck adorned her chiseled head. Her waist was such that even a prima ballerina could not compete with her. She dressed with the most exquisite taste. Her clothes shone like finely polished expensive wood. No one could say that there is at least one extra line in the appearance of the Violin. In addition, she sang very sweetly. Connoisseurs praised Violin's voice and singing technique. Only occasionally did someone dare to notice that she sings rather dryly, without a soul. But Violin did not think about it. She had many fans. No one could resist her beauty, and no one could get an answer in the beauty's cold heart.
She was capricious and pampered. Her house was upholstered inside with silk, velvet pillows lay in the bedroom. Every day the chambers were fumigated with fragrant rosin. When Violin went for a walk, her admirers bowed respectfully to her. In response, she languidly said something like: "Oh, what dampness in the air today. I'm afraid to chill my throat." - and retired to the house.
III. Bassoon and Violin
(Duet bickering)
The instruments were often assembled together. Violas came - Violin's cousins. Aunt Cello looked in. She was somewhat plump, but every movement reminded her of her former grace. She had a pleasant low voice and a lot of genuine dignity. The piano, even at a party, worried about its wonderful keys. They caused a lot of trouble. Sometimes one of the keys sank and broke all the beauty. I had to go to the doctor, and who is pleased? Fagot grumbled good-naturedly on every occasion. He found the violin too haughty, so their conversation sometimes resembled a duet of wrangling.
IV. Brass March
Slightly self-satisfied Brass instruments were constantly careful not to let any speck mar the surface of their golden robes. Forgetting the proverb "All that glitters is not gold," they considered themselves to be pure gold and were very fond of brilliant marches. Ringing Trumpets began the march. It was picked up by straight-hearted Trombones. This was followed by the golden move of French Horns. It was wonderful!
V. Flute Piccolo
The woodwinds - oboes, clarinets, flutes - kept decorously, in pairs. But the sharp-tongued Flute Piccolo loved to gossip. Every now and then she would stick her head out curiously and tease someone, but not too viciously. Therefore, almost no one was offended by her, and many appreciated her wit.
The drum was a strict guardian of order and followed the observance of tact. When order was violated, he somehow especially knocked on his echoing stomach, and everything immediately fell into place. But this rarely happened, because usually everything was harmonious in the society of instruments.
VI. Declaration of love
(Letter from the double bass to the Violin)
Everything was harmonious in the society of instruments, but this is what happened one day. The modest courageous double bass fell in love with the beautiful Violin with all his heart. For a long time he could not admit this even to himself, but you cannot command the heart, and it did not stop loving. The double bass sighed intermittently in the far corner of the orchestra and finally made up his mind - he wrote a letter to the Violin about his love for her, that there was no one for him whom he dreamed of so much, whose image and singing would be as dear to him as violin shape.
VII. Polite refusal
(Violin's answer to double bass)
That evening the double bass played like never before. Love raised his art to such heights that even the indifferent Violin was surprised and, inviting him to visit, said that she was touched by his attention. But doesn’t he know, she asked, how many admirers seek her favor, but she still hasn’t loved anyone, and even more so the Double Bass, she thought to herself, is so huge and clumsy, he can hardly count on her favor . Yes, - Violin continued, - I appreciate your feelings, but I ask you to understand me ... Our hearts are not in tune ... Please forgive me, but NO!
Violin said all this in her clear voice in an elegant manner, which testified to her good breeding. However, with this polite refusal, she completely broke the heart of poor Contrabass. He sighed sadly and walked away with his head bowed low.
VIII. Farewell Double Bass
Who knows what the Contrabass was thinking about when he returned home. Perhaps he recalled the sounds of Violin's voice, or the hope with which he wrote his letter of confession to her, or perhaps he said goodbye forever to the dream of happiness ... His heart beat unevenly and with pain. The light in his window flickered for a moment and went out. Did he tore all his strings, fell and died?! One way or another, but the double bass disappeared. In the following days, the place in the far right corner of the orchestra, the last in the row of the Contrabass brothers, was empty.
IX. Experiences of the Violin and advice of the Harp
It seemed that Violin calmly accepted the news of the disappearance of the double bass, but, in fact, something broke in her. Even the ever-brilliant technique of her singing has faded. Nothing brought her relief, nothing distracted her from the shock, even the most fashionable and elegant ffs that she ordered for herself from the best Masters did not help her. Finally, she couldn't take it anymore. Late at night, when many instruments were already sleeping peacefully, Violin got out of her cozy house and ran to the old sorceress Harp. “I’ve been waiting for you for a long time,” Harp said sternly and somehow solemnly, letting her into her strange home, “I know that the Treasured doors of Art do not open before you. there is no soul who does not know love.If you want to become a real artist, you must travel the world three times a hundred years.It will be difficult for you, pampered and capricious, but if you go through all the trials, remaining faithful to art, recognition awaits you ". So said the wise Harp and fell silent.
X. Trials of the Violin
Returning home, Violin, without delay, got ready for the road. That very night she left the theatre. Yes, the fragile, spoiled Violin found the strength to go towards unknown trials. From now on, time counted the beat for her. Weeks followed weeks, months followed months, years followed years, and years turned into centuries.
In the first hundred years, Violin learned loneliness, in which there is always so much room for reflection, memories ... Loneliness - a harsh and merciless teacher - taught Violin a lot. She spent the second century in continuous, almost backbreaking work. Her beauty faded, but her voice began to fill with warmth and sound deeper.
Violin has had the hardest time in the last hundred years. The cold fettered her, making the strings brittle, and sometimes the heat made the air so hot that there was nothing to breathe. Having lost her outward brilliance, she recognized contempt and hatred, she was persecuted, but it was in the midst of adversity that Violin learned to appreciate compassion, generosity, and love. She got a soul!
XI. Return to the theater
Three hundred years later, almost exhausted, Violin returned to her theater. The harp greeted her with joy, immediately realizing how the wanderer had changed. In the evening, Violin went on stage and sang. How she sang! Her strong and gentle, deep and tremulous voice smoothed out the wrinkles of fatigue and grief, united loving hearts into one big heart, and made the evil ones kind. Everyone listened to her with bated breath, and the modest little singer sang and sang, not expecting either payment or worship. And the gratitude of warmed hearts healed the wounds inflicted on her by centuries of wandering.
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Since then, people have understood that the longer the violin lives, the more wonderfully it sings, the more it is valued and even called the Queen of Music.
