Sayings
The tale starts from the beginning, reads to the end, does not interrupt the middle.
Chur, do not interrupt my fairy tale; and whoever kills her will not live for three days (a snake will crawl into his throat).
On the ocean, on the island of Buyan.
This is a saying - not a fairy tale, a fairy tale will come.
Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state.
In the thirtieth kingdom.
For distant lands, in the thirtieth state.
Under the dark forests, under the walking clouds, under the frequent stars, under the red sun.
Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me like a leaf in front of grass!
A frying pan from the nostrils, steam (smoke) from the ears.
It breathes fire, it blazes with fire.
The tail covers the trail, lets valleys and mountains between the legs.
With a valiant whistle, a column of dust.
The horse beats with a hoof, gnaws at the bit.
Quieter than water, lower than grass. You can hear the grass growing.
It grows by leaps and bounds, like wheat dough on dough sour.
The moon was bright on the forehead, stars were frequent in the back of the head.
The horse is running, the earth is trembling, the frying pan is bursting from the ears, the smoke is pouring out of the nostrils (or: the frying pan from the nostrils, the smoke from the nostrils).
Elbow-deep in red gold, knee-deep in pure silver.
It is clothed with heaven, girded with dawns, fastened with stars.
The duck quacked, the shores tinkled, the sea shook, the water stirred.
Hut, hut on chicken legs, turn your back to the forest, front to me!
Stand, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden is in front!
Stand before me like a leaf before grass!
Clear, clear in the sky, freeze, freeze, wolf tail.
Not in words (not in a fairy tale) to say, not to describe with a pen.
A word is not thrown out of a fairy tale (from a song).
Not for reality and a fairy tale chases.
The tit bird flew to distant lands, to si: the sea-okian, to the kingdom of thirty, to the distant state.
The shores are jelly, the rivers are satisfying (milk).
On a field-clearing, on a high mound.
In an open field, in a wide expanse, behind dark forests, behind green meadows, behind fast rivers, steep banks.
Under a bright moon, under white clouds, and frequent stars, etc.
On the sea, on the ocean, on an island on a buoy, there is a baked bull: crushed garlic in the back, cut it from one side, and eat it from the other.
On the sea, on the ocean, on the island on the buoy lies the white combustible stone alatyr.
Is it close, is it far, is it low, is it high.
Not a gray eagle, not a clear falcon rises ...
Not a white (gray) swan swam out ...
Not white snows in the open field turned white... |
The dense forests are not black, they turn black ...
What is not dust, the field rises ...
It’s not a gray-gray fog from the expanse that toils ...
He whistled, barked, with a valiant whistle, a heroic cry.
You will go to the right (along the road) - you will lose your horse; to the left you will go to live not to be.
Until now, the Russian spirit has never been heard of, has not been seen in sight, but now the Russian spirit is in the eye.
They took them for white hands, they sat them at white-oak tables, for tablecloths, for sugar dishes, for honey drinks.
Miracle Yudo, Mosalskaya lip.
To get dead and living water.
Baba Yaga, a bone leg, rides in a mortar, rests with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom.
I was there, drinking beer; beer flowed down his mustache, but it didn’t get into his mouth.
They began to live to live, and now they live, they chew bread.
They began to live to live, to gain mind, and dashing to get rid of.
I myself was there, I drank honey and beer, it flowed down my mustache, it didn’t hit, my soul became drunk and satisfying.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and I knit bagels.
Once upon a time there was a king of oats, he took away all the fairy tales.
I was there, slurping an ear together, flowing down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.
He began to live in the old way, dashing not to know.
Beluzhins served - remained without supper.
He began to live and visit, to chew bread.
When it fills (doskachet, live), then I will say more, but for now there is no urine.
I was at that feast, I drank honey-wine, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth; here they treated me: they took away the pelvis from the bull and poured milk; then they gave a roll, helping in the same pelvis. I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, I decided to wipe myself off, they began to fight with me; I put on a cap, they began to push in the neck!
I dined there. he drank honey, and what cabbage was - now the company is empty.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and a bunch of bagels for me.
Form start
Crane and heron
Russian folktale
An owl flew - a cheerful head. So she flew, flew and sat down, and turned her tail, but looked around and flew again - flew, flew and sat down, turned her tail and looked around and flew again - flew, flew ...
This is a saying, and this is what a fairy tale is. Once upon a time there lived a crane and a heron in the swamp. They built themselves at the ends of the hut.
The crane became bored of living alone, and he decided to marry.
Let me go woo a heron!
The crane went, - tyap-tyap! - kneaded the swamp for seven miles.
Comes and says:
Is the heron at home?
Marry me!
No, crane, I won’t marry you: your legs are in debt, your dress is short, you fly badly yourself, and you have nothing to feed me with! Go away, lanky!
The crane went home without salty slurping. The heron then thought about it:
"Than to live alone, I'd rather marry a crane."
Comes to the crane and says:
Crane, marry me!
No, heron, I don't need you! I don't want to marry, I won't marry you. Get out.
The heron wept with shame and returned home. The heron left, and the crane thought:
"In vain did not take a heron for himself! After all, one is bored."
Comes and says:
Heron! I decided to marry you, marry me!
No, crane, I will not marry you!
The crane went home. Then the heron thought:
"Why did you refuse? What's the point of living alone? I'd better go for a crane."
She comes to woo, but the crane does not want to. That's how they go to this day to woo each other, but they never get married.
Fairy tales are something that helps not only develop a child's imagination, but also expand his inner world, make it bright, exciting and full of adventure. Thanks to them, kids learn the concepts of good and evil, acquire the desire to become like their favorite hero.
Each story is usually preceded by proverbs. They are also present in Pushkin's works.
The concept of saying
Since fairy tales relate to something, the approach to their story should be appropriate. In order for the child to pay attention to the narrator, he must be intrigued and interested. That is why Russian storytellers used the so-called proverbs that precede the beginning of history.
The introduction to the tale is not related to its content, but at the same time explains where or with whom the events take place. For example, “there lived a king”, “in a certain kingdom, in a thirtieth state” and others. Also, the saying could become the end of the story, as if summing up the event or talking about the storyteller himself.
Sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales are not accidental, as he loved this kind of folklore and knew it from childhood thanks to his nanny - Arina Rodionovna.
Pushkin and fairy tales
The poet's fairy tales are based on Russian folk tales, which he listened to and wrote down with pleasure. For example, in the plot of the fairy tale about Balda, written in the Boldino estate, there is a story heard and recorded in the village of Mikhailovsky.
Not only Russian fairy tales influenced the poet's work. The content of "The Tale of the Fisherman and the Fish" is "written off" from a legend from German folklore, and the plot of "About the Dead Princess" is similar to the work of the Brothers Grimm about Snow White.
"The Legend of the Arab Stargazer" became the impetus for the creation of "The Tale of the Golden Cockerel". Knowing how folklore works, we can conclude that sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales are not accidental.
"The Tale of the Golden Cockerel"
This instructive verse retelling of an old legend teaches children to keep a promise. Sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales, examples of which are present both at the beginning and at the end of his works, bring to them the techniques of ancient storytellers.
In the beginning, they are attracted to the plot. In “The Tale of the Golden Cockerel,” the introduction reads as follows: “In a faraway kingdom, in a faraway state, there lived a glorious king Dadon.” This technique is accepted by most storytellers, which indicates its significance and effectiveness.
Sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales, examples of which can be found at the end of the work, are also clearly expressed in this plot: "The fairy tale is a lie, but there is a hint in it, a lesson for good fellows."
In some sense, the "afterword" in this example is more like a conclusion after an instructive fable. In a sense, this work by Pushkin is indeed more like a valuable lesson.
"The Tale of Tsar Saltan", "Ruslan and Lyudmila"
Two introductory lines about the evening work of three sisters near the window fall into the concept of "telling" in Pushkin's fairy tales about Tsar Saltan. After that, the plot can go along any line, but the intrigue is already there, now it only needs to be developed. After such a seemingly ordinary beginning, the poet creates a truly exciting story, during which children experience an adventure and follow their heroes, who are threatened by danger, disappointment, and the fear of losing a loved one. But they still have a happy ending.
As in most folklore works, the sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales at the end of the story are short and concise: "I was there, drinking honey, drinking beer," and the end of the phrase depends on whether the narrator has a mustache or not.
The poem "Ruslan and Lyudmila" differs significantly from the author's fairy tales, so his introduction in this case is quite long and detailed, although it has nothing to do with the content.
Usually, sayings in Pushkin's fairy tales fit in 2-4 lines, when here this is a separate poem, better known as "At Lukomorye, the oak is green." Narrating in it about the place of events, the poet creates a fascinating world that every child wants to get into.
The saying of the first and last chapters of this poem are the same words: "Deeds of bygone days, legends of antiquity deep." Thus, Pushkin, as it were, is not an author, but only a retelling of events that occurred in ancient times and have come down to our time in the form of a legend.
What a fairy tale! Meanwhile, this folklore genre is divided into several more groups, one of which contains proverbs and tiresome tales. This is comic folklore for children. A fairy tale is not for the sake of a fairy tale, but for the sake of fun. Short, without the main action and completion, these works of folk art are created to amuse, confuse the little listener. An unexpected deception is revealed after the first two lines of the tale, numerous repetitions, and now the children have a cry of discontent or a cheerful laugh. Yep, blew it!
Boring Tales
Boring tales can be put on the same level as nursery rhymes and jokes. With these short fairy tales, according to V. Propp, the narrator wanted to calm the children who endlessly asked to tell fairy tales. And unsurprisingly boring tales are short and at the same time endless: "... start reading from the beginning ...".
Often this is a funny short story that wipes away the tears of resentment in the eyes of the child from the fact that they don’t want to tell him a fairy tale. Children quickly memorize boring tales and repeat them with pleasure.
In some kingdom
In some state
Once upon a time there was a king, the king had a garden,
There was a pond in the garden, there was cancer in the ponds...
Whoever listened is an idiot.
Do you want a fox story? She is in the forest.
It's summer outside, under the window is a shop,
In the dace shop - the end of the fairy tale!
Once upon a time there was an old man, the old man had a well, and in that well there was a dace; here is the end of the story.
There was a king Dodon.
He built a bone house.
Scored from all over the kingdom of bones.
They began to wet - soaked,
They began to dry - the bones dried up.
Wet again.
And when they get wet - then I'll tell you!
There was a king, the king had a court,
There was a stake in the yard, a bast on the stake;
not to tell the tale first?
The crucian swam and swam near the dam ...
My story has already begun.
The crucian swam and swam at the dam ...
The story is half told.
I would have caught you by the tail of a carp ...
Yes, it's a pity that the whole story has been told
I'll tell you a fairy tale about a white bull... That's the whole fairy tale!
- Tell!
You say: tell me, I say: tell me...
- Shall I tell you a boring tale?
-No need.
You say don't, I say don't...
- Shall I tell you a boring tale? (and so on)
Tell a story about a goose?
- Tell.
- And she's already gone.
Tell a story about a duck?
- Tell.
- And she went to the booth.
Sayings
Saying- she is a fable among the people, a saying - is repeated in many fairy tales, and follows before the beginning of the main narrative. Often the saying is not connected with the main text of the tale. She, as it were, anticipates, prepares the listeners, opens a window into the world of fairy-tale action. Russian proverb is easy to learn. These are 2-3 sentences repeated in many fairy tales. "They lived, were ...", etc.
Sometimes a folk saying becomes a household name, and at the same time it is located in the main narrative: "Sivka burka is a prophetic kaurka", "elbow-deep in gold, knee-deep in silver", "... turn to me in front, back to the forest."
Surprisingly, a saying can also be located at the end of a fairy tale. Then she completes the story and the child, listening or reading, understands that the plot of the story is invented "... and I was there, drinking beer honey ...", "... it flowed down his mustache, it didn’t get into his mouth ..". Often these last lines make the kids laugh: "... blue caftan, but it seemed to me to throw off the caftan ...". Sometimes the tale ends with a proverb and sums up or reveals the moral of the tale.
Sayings
The tale starts from the beginning, reads to the end, does not interrupt the middle.
Chur, do not interrupt my fairy tale; and whoever kills her will not live for three days (a snake will crawl into his throat).
On the ocean, on the island of Buyan.
This is a saying - not a fairy tale, a fairy tale will come.
Soon the fairy tale tells, but not soon the deed is done.
In a certain kingdom, in a certain state.
In the thirtieth kingdom.
For distant lands, in the thirtieth state.
Under the dark forests, under the walking clouds, under the frequent stars, under the red sun.
Sivka-burka, prophetic kaurka, stand in front of me like a leaf in front of grass!
A frying pan from the nostrils, steam (smoke) from the ears.
It breathes fire, it blazes with fire.
The tail covers the trail, lets valleys and mountains between the legs.
With a valiant whistle, a column of dust.
The horse beats with a hoof, gnaws at the bit.
Quieter than water, lower than grass. You can hear the grass growing.
It grows by leaps and bounds, like wheat dough on dough sour.
The moon was bright on the forehead, stars were frequent in the back of the head.
The horse is running, the earth is trembling, the frying pan is bursting from the ears, the smoke is pouring out of the nostrils (or: the frying pan from the nostrils, the smoke from the nostrils).
Elbow-deep in red gold, knee-deep in pure silver.
It is clothed with heaven, girded with dawns, fastened with stars.
The duck quacked, the shores tinkled, the sea shook, the water stirred.
Hut, hut on chicken legs, turn your back to the forest, your front to me!
Stand, white birch, behind me, and the red maiden is in front!
Stand before me like a leaf before grass!
Clear, clear in the sky, freeze, freeze, wolf tail.
Not in words (not in a fairy tale) to say, not to describe with a pen.
A word is not thrown out of a fairy tale (from a song).
Not for reality and a fairy tale chases.
The tit bird flew to distant lands, to si: the sea-okian, to the kingdom of thirty, to the distant state.
The shores are jelly, the rivers are satisfying (milk).
On a field-clearing, on a high mound.
In an open field, in a wide expanse, behind dark forests, behind green meadows, behind fast rivers, steep banks.
Under a bright moon, under white clouds, and frequent stars, etc.
On the sea, on the ocean, on an island on a buoy, there is a baked bull: crushed garlic in the back, cut it from one side, and eat it from the other.
On the sea, on the ocean, on the island on the buoy lies the white combustible stone alatyr.
Is it close, is it far, is it low, is it high.
Not a gray eagle, not a clear falcon rises ...
Not a white (gray) swan swam out ...
Not white snows in the open field turned white... |
The dense forests are not black, they turn black ...
What is not dust, the field rises ...
It’s not a gray-gray fog from the expanse that toils ...
He whistled, barked, with a valiant whistle, a heroic cry.
You will go to the right (along the road) - you will lose your horse; to the left you will go to live not to be.
Until now, the Russian spirit has never been heard of, has not been seen in sight, but now the Russian spirit is in the eye.
They took them for white hands, they sat them at white-oak tables, for tablecloths, for sugar dishes, for honey drinks.
Miracle Yudo, Mosalskaya lip.
To get dead and living water.
Baba Yaga, a bone leg, rides in a mortar, rests with a pestle, sweeps the trail with a broom.
I was there, drinking beer; beer flowed down his mustache, but it didn’t get into his mouth.
They began to live to live, and now they live, they chew bread.
They began to live to live, to gain mind, and dashing to get rid of.
I myself was there, I drank honey and beer, it flowed down my mustache, it didn’t hit, my soul became drunk and satisfying.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and I knit bagels.
Once upon a time there was a king of oats, he took away all the fairy tales.
I was there, slurping an ear together, flowing down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth.
He began to live in the old way, dashing not to know.
Beluzhins served - remained without supper.
He began to live and visit, to chew bread.
When it fills (doskachet, live), then I will say more, but for now there is no urine.
I was at that feast, I drank honey-wine, it flowed down my mustache, but it didn’t get into my mouth; here they treated me: they took away the pelvis from the bull and poured milk; then they gave a roll, helping in the same pelvis. I didn’t drink, I didn’t eat, I decided to wipe myself off, they began to fight with me; I put on a cap, they began to push in the neck!
I dined there. he drank honey, and what cabbage was - now the company is empty.
Here's a fairy tale for you, and a bunch of bagels for me.
Sayings and boring tales for children are very interesting. They not only occupy the child, but also allow you to train your memory, develop your imagination, but also make the world of childhood wider and more interesting.
The course of the holiday.
Mushroom and Shut froze under the trees. The Storyteller comes out.
Storyteller:
My path is not far, not close,
I walked, walked, bow low to you.
The stories come here.
Invite them kids?
Children:
Yes!
The storyteller touches the Jester and the Mushroom with a magic wand. Heroes come to life.
Mushroom:
We kindly ask you to come
To our spacious book house!
We kindly ask you to look
How we have fun.
Jester:
Good school today
The hall is on fire.
We are on our cheerful holiday
We invite all friends!
Teacher:
The fairy tale has a pure soul,
Like a forest stream.
She comes slowly
In the cool hour of the night.
The native people are its creator,
The cunning people, the wise people,
I put my dream into it
Like gold in a chest.
The fairy tale was born long ago, before people learned to read and write. Fairy tales were composed by folk dreamers and told to their relatives and friends. So the story went from mouth to mouth.
Storyteller:
Let's open the curtain-veil
And in front of us for a moment
Spread the branches of a wonderful forest
And, holding back a little excitement,
Let's enter the world of fairy tales and miracles.
Today we will take you on an exciting journey to the land of fairy tales.
Happy journey!
Mushroom:
Miracles await us in this hall today.
Do you hear? Here voices of good fairy tales come to life.
Storyteller:
To invite a fairy tale
We must repeat out loud:
Fairy tale, fairy tale, tell me!
Children:
Fairy tale, fairy tale, tell me!
Baba Yaga flies on a broomstick and screams loudly.
Baba Yaga:
Watch out! Disperse!
ATV, stop!
What kind of congregation do you have
At an odd hour?
Where is it seen that I
Did you have fun here?
Enough, cover you, friends.
Storyteller:
Baba Yaga, why do you want to stop the holiday? Our kids want to have fun!
Baba Yaga:
What about me? What I want, then I turn back!
Storyteller:
The guys and I called a fairy tale. Where are you doing her?
Baba Yaga:
I saw your fairy tale
At Koshchei's palace.
I can replace it for you
I'm changing my face now.
Takes out powder and powders.
Fairy tale element,
I have a document
I fly on my broomstick
And I scare the kids.
Storyteller:
What are you, Grandma Yaga,
Children can't be scared
We need to rescue the story.
Can we send you?
Baba Yaga:
I don't even think.
Give me my broom.
Seeing the plaintive eyes of the guys, Baba Yaga agrees.
Well! Let the heroes of fairy tales give us warmth. May good forever triumph over evil.
Sounds video "Song of a fairy tale"
Baba Yaga:
I'm glad to help you in trouble
But I expect a reward from you.
Mushroom:
Grandma, don't waste time
And for a fairy tale you fly.
Baba Yaga:
That's shameless, that's impudent!
Where did you see grandma?
I am younger than all of you together.
I'll be two hundred by lunchtime.
Gore you deprive
Get out and don't interfere.
He sits on a broomstick and flies away.
Storyteller:
You can't kill evil, but you have to fight it,
Evil is laziness of the soul.
Let everyone in the morning
As soon as it wakes up
Hurry to do good.
Teacher:
While Baba Yaga is doing a good deed and looking for a fairy tale, I suggest you remember the fairy tales you have read.
Teacher:
The old woman plucked a flower from the garden,
I gave it to the girl Zhenya.
And in the petals of those magic power.
Their girl Zhenya asked for something.
What should I say cutting off the petals,
What is the name of this fairy tale?
Children:
Semi-flower.
Light, calm music sounds. The girl Zhenya comes out from behind the screen with a seven-flower in her hands, breaks off the petals.
Zhenya:
Fly, fly, petal,
Through the west to the east
Through the north, through the south,
Returning, making a circle,
As soon as you touch the ground
To be, in my opinion, led!
Teacher:
Before the wolf did not tremble,
He ran away from the bear.
And the fox on the tooth
Still got it...
Children:
Gingerbread man!
Kolobok appears and sings a song.
Kolobok:
I'm Gingerbread Man, Gingerbread Man,
Kolobok - ruddy side!
I left my grandmother
I left my grandfather...
Teacher:
Someone is walking through the forest
Carries a box on the back.
Smells delicious like pies
What is the story before you?
Children:
Masha and the Bear.
A bear appears with a box. Calm music sounds.
Bear:
I'll sit, I'll sit on a stump,
Eat, eat a pie.
The bear leaves.
Teacher:
A good girl is walking through the forest,
But the girl does not know that danger awaits.
Behind the bushes glows a pair of angry eyes,
Someone strange will meet
Girl now.
Who will ask the girl about her path?
Who will deceive the grandmother,
To enter the house?
Children:
Little Red Riding Hood.
Little Red Riding Hood sings a song under karaoke.
Teacher:
Unfortunately, not all fairy-tale heroes were able to come to
us for the holiday. But they sent telegrams, however, they forgot to sign them. Let's guess together who sent us the telegrams.
The teacher reads telegrams.
Teacher:
“I ran to your holiday and broke an egg ...”
Teacher:
Who is in such a hurry to us?
Children:
Mouse. Fairy tale "Ryaba Hen"
Teacher:
“I can’t come to your holiday, my trousers ran away from me ...”
Children:
Dirty from "Moydodyr"
Teacher:
Save! We were eaten by a gray wolf!”
Children:
The wolf and the seven Young goats.
Teacher:
“When you hear thunder and knocking, do not be afraid. It’s me in my little box hurrying to you!”
Children:
"Princess Frog"
Teacher:
In the land of fairy tales, trouble has occurred. Some items are missing from the stories. Let's help find these items and return them to fairy tales.Your task is to name the fairy tale from which this object is.
1. In what fairy tale was the shoe lost? (Cinderella)
2. In which fairy tale did the princess bite off an apple and die? (The Tale of the Dead Princess)
3. In which fairy tale was the princess tested with a pea? (Princess on the Pea)
4. In what fairy tale was the golden key lost? (The Adventures of Pinocchio)
5. In what fairy tale does a stove meet on the way of children and save them? (Swan geese)
6. What is the name of the fairy tale in which the girl lived in a flower? (Thumbelina)
Baba Yaga arrives.
Baba Yaga:
For the heat, for the blizzard,
Everyone scolds me, hag,
And there's no more harm in me
Than daisies in the meadow.
What are you waiting for, kids?
Take away. Here she is.
Baba Yaga opens the bundle, which contains sparkles and confetti. Throws them up.
The Storyteller comes out.
Storyteller:
All a moment's attention
I want to start a story.
This fairy tale's name
Hurry to guess!
Is everyone ready to listen?
There will be a fairy tale, give it time
The old man says to the old woman:
Bake me...
Children:
Gingerbread man!
A melody sounds, a grandfather and a woman come out of the house.
Dramatization of the fairy tale "Gingerbread Man"
Grandfather:
Oh, I wanted a kolobok
We have butter and flour
Here you knead the dough
And treated everyone with a kolobok!
grandmother:
I'll gladly get down to business
Though the task is not easy
To make the dough fluffy white,
We need more than just flour!
Attention is needed and skill
Don't forget about salt and sugar
For a better meal
I'll start kneading the dough!
To the music, the grandmother kneads the dough, with the end of the music she covers the tub with a towel
.
grandmother:
I kneaded the dough, added oil,
Out of strength, oh, how tired I am!
Grandmother sits on a stump, begins to doze off. The dough child picks up the towel and throws it back.
Dough:
I'll run away from the tub
I don't want to be a bun.
I feel bad here
I feel stuffy here.
Over the edge
Let's run!
Very sweet dough
I can't sit here.
I don't have enough space in the tub...
Cramped, cramped, run away!
Grandfather:
Baba, the dough has run away!
Woman:
Hey, hey, hey, where, where?
How did I sleep?
Here is the misfortune, here is the trouble!
Baba, together with grandfather, catch the dough, carry it into the house.
Grandfather and woman come out, take out round bread.
Grandfather:
The bread was removed and it became quieter,
The bins breathe hot
The field is sleeping, it is tired,
Winter is coming.
Smoke floats over the village
Pies are baked in houses.
Come in don't be shy
Eat good bread!
They treat the audience with bread and leave.
Teacher:
Let's play a game with you
"Say the Name".
Guys! In almost all fairy tales, heroes are called by a double name, I will say the first name, and you the second.Koschei the Deathless
Vasilisa - beautiful
Sister - Alyonushka
Boy - with a finger
Ivan Tsarevich
Brother - Ivanushka
Dragon
Tiny - Khavroshechka.
Teacher:
Thank you guys, you know the names of the heroes of fairy tales well.
Now let's check who knows fairy tales better. I will ask you questions and you will answer.
Teacher
: What song did the bun sing?Children:
“I left my grandmother, I left my grandfather ...”Teacher:
What did the goat sing to her kids?Children:
“You guys, you goats, boil the door, your mother came, she brought milk.”Teacher:
What words can call Sivka - Burka?Children:
Sivka - Burka! Prophetic kaurka, stand before me like a leaf before grass!
Teacher: What words did Emelya say when he addressed the pike?
Children: At the command of the pike, at my will.
Teacher:
What words did the girl Zhenya say when she tore off the petal?
Children:
Fly, fly petal. Through the west to the east, through the north, through the south. Returning, making a circle. Just touch the ground. To be, in my opinion, led!Zhenya girl:
We will grow up, we will become different,
And maybe among worries
We stop believing in fairy tales
But the fairy tale will come to us again!
And we will meet her with a smile:
Let it live with us again!
And this fairy tale to our children,
We will tell you again in a good hour.
Storyteller:
My young friend!
Take with you on the road
Your favorite fairy tale friends.
At the cherished hour, they will help you.
Find a dream and make life brighter.
Now is the moment to say goodbye
We say to you: "Goodbye"
Teacher:
Our holiday is coming to an end. Let's all sing the song Little Country together.
Children sing a song, and fairy tale characters dance to this video.
Teacher:
Our holiday has come to an end. See you!
A collection of poems about fairy tales will please you with a huge selection. Poems about Russian folk tales are striking in how they instantly immerse the reader into the farthest corner of each fairy tale. Preschoolers will need poems for children's matinees or themed activities.
Toddlers easily memorize many short verses. And school-age children will also enjoy fairy tales in rhyming lines. Poems about fairy tales will not leave adults indifferent, they will touch the most tender strings of the soul and stir up good childhood memories.
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Let the fairy tale be fiction and lies,
But read between the lines here
That you will confidently enter life
Only through the school threshold.
transparent sunbeam
Your path will be laid out in the world,
And life is based on what
You will understand when you wake up at dawn!
Why do we need fairy tales?
What is a person looking for in them?
Maybe kindness and affection.
Maybe yesterday's snow.
In a fairy tale, joy wins
The story teaches us to love.
In a fairy tale, animals come to life
They start talking.
In a fairy tale, everything happens honestly:
Both the beginning and the end.
The brave prince leads the princess
Definitely down the aisle.
Snow White and Mermaid
Old dwarf, good dwarf -
It's a pity to leave us a fairy tale,
What a cozy sweet home.
Read fairy tales to children!
Teach them to love.
Maybe in this world
It will make life easier for people.
***
Where they play together
Count skillfully
There you can even a fairy tale
Appear boldly.
***
Maxim Tank
I gave away a long time ago
Dear Guys,
Those fairy tales
What did you ever hear
From animals and birds
From birches and firs,
From bonfires and constellations
Rains and blizzards
From the storytellers of many
Overseas and ours,
After all, everyone asks for fairy tales -
Well, don't give them away!
And when you are behind a fairy tale
Come to me again
I didn't know where to take it
Honestly.
On frozen glass
Confused look
I looked - but a fairy tale
Here she is, right there!
Snow castle, and in it -
ice dungeon,
And spring is there
He is languishing in captivity at Koshchei.
Help!
Will I be a slave for long?"
And swan geese fly to her
From everywhere:
We are in a hurry to help!
We missed you! .. "
And the sun hit
In the window with rays
And the rays are so warm
And such a caress in them,
What took and melted
Winter fairy tale.
There are many fairy tales in the world
Y. Entin
There are many fairy tales in the world
Sad and funny
And live in the world
We cannot do without them.
Aladdin Lamp,
Take us to the fairy tale
crystal slipper,
Help on the way!
Cipollino boy,
Bear Winnie the Pooh -
Everyone is on our way
A true friend.
Let the heroes of fairy tales
They give us warmth
May goodness forever
Evil wins.
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Let's fill the fairy tale with reality
Where it will be just me and you.
At the blue swallow on the wings
Let's go to the world of dreams.
That world is blizzard and snow-covered,
Like a city in endless dreams.
It is inhabited by Snow White
And Puss in Big Boots.
Let's step into the reality of illustrations
To the wonderful inventions of Perrault.
What will the story be called?
Trust me, don't we care?
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I love listening to stories
Mom in the evening I pray:
Read these stories to me
Then I close my eyes
I will dream in a dream
As if on a dashing horse
I'm jumping to fight with Koshchei,
Or with a three-headed serpent.
I win evil in a fairy tale
I do good to people.
All the guys know it
Fairy tales help in life:
We must always be honest
Never be afraid
Help the weak along the way
Go to people with kindness.
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We are inseparable from a good fairy tale,
Well, and songs in a fairy tale - to heaven!
Can you imagine how boring it would be
If there were no songs, no miracles.
Fairy tales walk around the world
M. Plyatskovsky
Fairy tales walk around the world
Harnessing the carriage at night.
Fairy tales live in glades
They roam at dawn in the mists.
And the prince will love Snow White,
And Koshchei's greed will destroy ...
Let Evil play tricks,
But still good wins!
The world is lit up with wonders
Fairy tales fly over the forests
They sit on the windowsill
They look through the windows, like into rivers.
And Cinderella will be rescued by a fairy;
There will be no Gorynych snake ...
Let Evil play tricks,
But still, good wins!
Fairy tales are with me everywhere
I will never forget them.
It is worth closing my eyelashes -
Suddenly Sivka-burka will dream.
And the moon will shine bright
In the eyes of Vasilisa the Beautiful...
Let Evil play tricks,
But still good wins!
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They say there are no fairy tales...
You don't believe! Who told you so?
The one who grew up completely forgets
As once in his childhood he dreamed.
They say that there are no miracles in the world.
Lie! Believe me, miracles happen!
The main thing is to believe in them, like children,
And they will visit you immediately.
Who does not believe, he lives in vain,
Wasting your life in vain.
Losing hope is a danger.
You know, you know... I'm right!
In general, believe and everything will be as before!
And hope will come to you again.
Well, where there is faith with hope,
There lives, of course, and love!
How would we live without books?
S. V. Mikhalkov
Imagine for a moment
How would we live without books?
What would a student do?
If there were no books
If everything disappeared at once,
What was written for children:
From magical good tales
For funny stories...
You wanted to dispel boredom
Find an answer to a question.
He reached out for a book,
But it's not on the shelf!
No, you can't imagine
For such a moment to arise
And you could be left
All characters in children's books.
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Gloomy centuries float,
They float like clouds in the sky.
Hurry, run year after year,
And the fairy tale is on you! - lives!
When and who laid it down
In my hut somewhere -
And the oldest old-timer
Won't give you an answer.
And about the animals
And about kings
And what was in the world -
All a fairy tale in my memory
Saved us with you.
She lives in any house
And travels across countries.
And why?
Yes, because
What we cannot do without it.
Come fairy tale
Julius Kim
If you are not very afraid of Koshchei
Or Barmaley and Baba Yaga,
Come visit us soon
Where the green oak is on the shore.
There walks a black cat scientist,
He drinks milk and does not catch mice,
This is a real talking cat
And on the chain sits Gorynych the snake.
Come visit us
The cat will tell you everything
Because he saw everything himself.
Ah, how quiet and dark!
Oh, how wonderful and wonderful!
Oh, how scary and funny
You will learn many magical stories:
Here you have the "Turnip" and the golden key.
Here is Chernomor, the one that
In vain he scared everyone with his beard.
And in the end, the whole world marvels,
After adventures, battles and fights,
You will become cheerful, like Pinocchio,
And smart, smart, like Ivan the Fool!
Come visit us
Come visit us soon!
The cat will tell you everything
Because he saw everything himself.
Ah, how quiet and dark!
Oh, how wonderful and wonderful!
Oh, how scary and funny
But in the end everything will be fine!
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In a cozy fairyland
There is no anger, no sadness.
In it you can meet, oddly enough,
In the tavern - Hans Christian.
And next to him, and next to him
You can see the Brothers Grimm.
And noble Charles Perrault
Takes up the pen again
So that on the pages of old books
Suddenly revive a magical moment
And again to convene guests here -
Children in love with miracles.
Let them enter the land of their dreams
Heroes of fantasy worlds!
The dispute between Masha and Vitya about fairy tales
(from the movie "New Year's Adventures of Masha and Vitya")
There are no miracles in the world today!
For those who do not believe in them themselves.
There is no koshchei: even children know this!
And fairy tales live here and there.
Lukomorye is not on the map,
So there is no way to a fairy tale!
This is a saying, not a fairy tale
The story is ahead.
There is a hut on chicken legs in a fairy tale.
Believe in such a funny!
There, a frog turns into a princess.
What is meaningless in our age!
Lukomorye is not on the map,
So there is no way to a fairy tale!
This is a saying, not a fairy tale
The story is ahead.
Science will give us answers to questions.
And snow white lives in the forest.
Rockets are sent to distant stars!
But there is also a flying carpet.
Lukomorye is not on the map,
So there is no way to a fairy tale!
This is a saying, not a fairy tale
The story is ahead!
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There is a hero in every fairy tale
The hero dreams of making friends with me,
And the magic key from the door in the wall
Bring Pinocchio to me.
More and more family books read,
I have more and more good friends!
During summer holidays and school days -
They are with me everywhere!
Let's open familiar books
And again, let's go from page to page:
It's always nice to be with your favorite character.
Meet again, make friends.
It does not matter that we have known the book for a long time.
Even if you are well acquainted with the hero,
And how it will end there is also known
Good books are always interesting.
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Since childhood, everyone loved fairy tales:
That's how it usually is for kids.
Their eyes light up
In them, the further, the more terrible!
How brave Ivan Tsarevich
Miracle Yudo won
And how funny the gray wolf
He served him
Like Alyonushka sister
Didn't save my brother
And like a proud Firebird
She burned her wings.
Faces sparkle with joy
amazing guys,
At night they may dream
Friendship of fairy animals
And goodness wins in them,
Envy, evil perishes,
Evil wizard dies
So, THE CHILDREN ARE LUCKY!
***
In order not to offend fairy tales -
We need to see them more often.
Read and draw them
Love them and play them!
Fairy tales will wean everyone to be angry,
And learn to have fun
Be kinder and humble
Patient, wiser
Petit, Sasha, Tanya,
Lesha, Katya, Vanya.
And other kids
Who can read books
Fairy tales often “check”,
Read them daily.
*** Sergei Ostrovoy
If a fairy tale knocks on the door,
You quickly let her in
Because a fairy tale is a bird:
You scare a little - and you won’t find it.
You follow her to the threshold
And she doesn't have...
Only a thousand roads
Scattered around the world.
Which way will she go?
Where will she show up?
Should she swim or walk
Or rush from where
Only where the fairy tale be
There will be a miracle...
She has miracles
And always ready
Every time for all of us
Golden word!
FAIRY TALES
Sergei Ostrovoy
Tales must be told at night
Under the shaggy rustles of the stars.
Here you will meet with a miracle firsthand.
Here you will grab the devil by the tail.
Tales must be told vividly.
Bewitch with colored speech.
From trouble, from a crow's karka,
Destiny would leave.
Tales need to be told well.
To part the distance. And breadth.
So that after even with the devil, even with the wolf,
But not scary. You are a rich man.
Tales must be told with feeling.
With a secret crafty game.
Fiction would live in a miracle of oral
Next to the truth - the older sister.
Tales must be told quietly.
With arrangement. Not in a hurry.
To a good end, and not famously -
The soul managed to believe ...
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What fairy tale to tell you?
About white clouds over the blue sea?
Is it about the milky way in the sky,
Or the Phoenix born with fire?
I know a lot of them
This whole world is a collection of fairy tales.
Look - the wind has died down,
And the rain, on the water, left its smear.
In the open sea, the sail turns white,
In a misty grove, leaves are falling.
Lazily, a cat, cleans his mustache with his paw,
And in these fairy tales, everywhere, happiness!
Do not frown, do not grieve and do not be sad!
I will paint the world with a rainbow of love.
You just start a fairy tale in your heart,
And again you will feel the excitement in your chest!
*** Irina Polonina
"I open the book of fairy tales, breathing a little,
For a ball I run to distant lands:
- Hello, childhood - a ball flying into the sky,
Geese-swans, yes pike for Emel
In these fairy tales I'm afraid to get lost again,
In every truth there is a lie - yes, there is a hint in them,
And such sadness hurts the soul!
As if my lesson was not learned again.
I see my mother and the belt ... And sniff under the table:
“Hide me quickly, asylum, sim-sim!”
"Here, you bastard!" - the floor creaks under mom.
How many years and winters have flown by!
Gingerbread house and grandmother Yaga,
It's easy for you to deceive me, gray-haired.
From the rivulet, where the jelly banks,
Feeling like yesterday I just started the journey...
Where are you, nets with cute goldfish,
Serpent Gorynych and the prince on horseback...?
Oh, you, fairy tales, with a sweet childhood dream,
How much wise goodness you have given me! "
