Once upon a time there was a peasant Ivan, and he had a wife, Marya. Ivan da Marya lived in love and harmony, only they had no children. So they grew old in solitude. They greatly lamented their misfortune, and only looking at other people's children consoled themselves. And there is nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. One day, when winter came and the young snow attacked knee-deep, the children poured out into the street to play, and our old men sat down by the window to look at them. The children ran, frolicked and began to sculpt a woman out of snow. Ivan and Marya looked in silence, lost in thought. Suddenly Ivan chuckled and said:
- We should go, wife, and make a woman for ourselves!
On Mary, apparently, he also found a fun hour.
- Well, - she says, - let's go, roam in old age! Only for what you sculpt a woman: it will be one with you and me. We better blind ourselves a child from the snow, if God did not give a living one!
“What’s true is true ...” Ivan said, took his hat and went into the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt a doll out of snow: they rolled up the body with arms and legs, put a round lump of snow on top and smoothed the head out of it.
- God help? - said someone, passing by.
- Thank you, thank you! Ivan answered.
- What are you doing?
- Yes, that's what you see! - says Ivan.
- Snow Maiden ... - said Marya, laughing.
So they fashioned a nose, made two dimples in their forehead, and as soon as Ivan drew a mouth, a warm spirit suddenly breathed out of it. Ivan hastily took his hand away, only looks - the dimples in his forehead have already become bulging, and now blue eyes peer out of them, now lips are smiling like crimson.
- What is this? Is it not an obsession? - said Ivan, putting the sign of the cross on himself.
And the doll tilts its head towards him, as if alive, and moved its arms and legs in the snow, like a baby in swaddling clothes.
- Oh, Ivan, Ivan! cried Marya, trembling with joy. - The Lord gives us a child!- and rushed to hug the Snow Maiden, and all the snow fell off the Snow Maiden, like a shell from an egg, and in Marya's arms she was already in fact live girl. - Oh, my dear Snow Maiden! - the old woman said, hugging her desired and unexpected child, and ran with him to the hut.
Ivan hardly came to his senses from such a miracle, and Marya was unconscious with joy.
And now the Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds, and every day, everything is better. Ivan and Marya are overjoyed at her. And they had fun in the house. The girls from the village are hopeless for them: they amuse and clean the grandmother's daughter like a doll, talk to her, sing songs, play all sorts of games with her and teach her everything how they do things. And the Snow Maiden is so smart: she notices and adopts everything.
And over the winter she became like a girl of about thirteen: she understands everything, talks about everything, and in such a sweet voice that you will hear. And she is so kind, obedient and friendly to everyone. And by herself she is white as snow; eyes that forget-me-not, a light blond braid to the waist, one blush is not at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And even without that, she was so pretty and good that it was a feast for the eyes. And how it used to play out, so comforting and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone does not stop admiring the Snow Maiden. The old woman, Marya, does not have a soul in her. The winter has passed. The spring sun played joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. In the clearings an ant turned green, and a lark sang. Already the red maidens gathered in a round dance under the village and sang:
- Spring is red! On what did you come, on what did you come? ..
- On a bipod, on a harrow!
And the Snow Maiden got bored.
- What is the matter with you, my child? - Marya said to her more than once, fondling her. - Are you sick? You are all so sad, completely asleep from your face. Haven't you been jinxed by an unkind person?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
- Nothing, grandma! I am healthy...
That's last snow drove spring with its red days. Gardens and meadows blossomed, the nightingale and every bird sang, and everything became livelier and more cheerful. And the Snow Maiden, warm-hearted, became even more bored, shy of her girlfriends and hides from the sun in the shade, like a lily of the valley under a tree. She only liked to splash around the icy spring under the green willow.
The Snow Maiden would still have a shadow and a chill, or even better - frequent rain. In the rain and dusk, she became more cheerful. And how once it moved gray cloud and sprinkled with large hail. The Snow Maiden was so happy with him, as no one else would be happy with erratic pearls. When the sun was hot again and the hail took on water, the Snow Maiden wept for him so much, as if she herself wanted to shed tears, like a sister weeps for her brother.
Now the end of spring has come; Ivanov's day came. The girls from the village gathered for a walk in the grove, went for the Snow Maiden and stuck to Grandmother Marya:
- Let the Snow Maiden go with us!
Marya did not want to let her in, and the Snow Maiden did not want to go with them; they couldn't answer. In addition, Marya thought: maybe her Snow Maiden will clear up! And she dressed her up, kissed her and said:
- Come on, my child, have fun with your girlfriends! And you, girls, take care of my Snow Maiden ... After all, I have it, you know, like gunpowder in the eye!
- Good good! - they shouted cheerfully, picked up the Snow Maiden and went in a crowd into the grove.
There they made wreaths for themselves, knitted bunches of flowers and sang their cheerful songs. The Snow Maiden was always with them.
When the sun set, the girls made a fire of grass and small brushwood, lit it, and everyone in wreaths stood in a row one after another; and the Snow Maiden was placed behind everyone.
- Look, - they said, - how we will run, and you also run after us, do not lag behind!
And so everyone, having sung a song, galloped through the fire.
Suddenly something behind them rustled and groaned plaintively:
They looked around in fear: no one was there. They look at each other and do not see the Snow Maiden among themselves.
“Ah, it’s true, she hid, minx,” they said and fled to look for her, but could not find her in any way. They called, hawked - she did not respond.
- Where would she go? the girls said.
- Apparently, she ran away home, - they said later and went to the village, but Snegurochka was not in the village either.
They looked for her the next day, they looked for her on the third. We went through the whole grove - bush by bush, tree by tree. The Snow Maiden was still gone, and the trail disappeared. For a long time Ivan and Marya grieved and cried because of their Snow Maiden. For a long time the poor old woman went every day to the grove to look for her, and she kept calling like a miserable cuckoo:
- Ay, ay, Snow Maiden! Ay, ay, dove! ..
And more than once she heard, as if in the voice of the Snow Maiden, she answered: “Ay!”. The Snow Maiden is still not there! Where did the Snow Maiden go? Did a fierce beast rush her off into the dense forest, and didn’t a bird of prey carry her away to the blue sea?
No, it was not a fierce beast that rushed her into the dense forest, and not a bird of prey carried her away to the blue sea; and when the Snow Maiden ran after her friends and jumped into the fire, she suddenly reached up light steam, twisted into a thin cloud, melted ... and flew into the heavenly heights.
That's the end of the tale, and who listened - well done!
Once upon a time there was a peasant Ivan, and he had a wife, Marya. Ivan da Marya lived in love and harmony, only they had no children. So they grew old in solitude. They greatly lamented their misfortune, and only looking at other people's children consoled themselves. And there is nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. One day, when winter came and the young snow attacked knee-deep, the children poured out into the street to play, and our old men sat down by the window to look at them. The children ran, frolicked and began to sculpt a woman out of snow. Ivan and Marya looked in silence, lost in thought. Suddenly Ivan chuckled and said:
- We should go, wife, and make a woman for ourselves!
On Mary, apparently, he also found a fun hour.
- Well, - she says, - let's go, roam in old age! Only for what you sculpt a woman: it will be one with you and me. We better blind ourselves a child from the snow, if God did not give a living one!
“What’s true is true ...” Ivan said, took his hat and went into the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt a doll out of snow: they rolled up the body with arms and legs, put a round lump of snow on top and smoothed the head out of it.
- God help? - said someone, passing by.
- Thank you, thank you! Ivan answered.
- What are you doing?
- Yes, that's what you see! - says Ivan.
- Snow Maiden ... - said Marya, laughing.
So they fashioned a nose, made two dimples in their forehead, and as soon as Ivan drew a mouth, a warm spirit suddenly breathed out of it. Ivan hastily took his hand away, only looks - the dimples in his forehead have already become bulging, and now blue eyes peer out of them, now lips are smiling like crimson.
- What is this? Is it not an obsession? - said Ivan, putting the sign of the cross on himself.
And the doll tilts its head towards him, as if alive, and moved its arms and legs in the snow, like a baby in swaddling clothes.
- Oh, Ivan, Ivan! cried Marya, trembling with joy. - The Lord gives us a child! - and rushed to hug the Snow Maiden, and all the snow fell off the Snow Maiden, like a shell from an egg, and in Marya's arms there was already a really living girl.
- Oh, my dear Snow Maiden! - the old woman said, hugging her desired and unexpected child, and ran with him to the hut.
Ivan hardly came to his senses from such a miracle, and Marya was unconscious with joy.
And now the Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds, and every day, everything is better. Ivan and Marya are overjoyed at her. And they had fun in the house. The girls from the village are hopeless for them: they amuse and clean the grandmother's daughter like a doll, talk to her, sing songs, play all sorts of games with her and teach her everything how they do things. And the Snow Maiden is so smart: she notices and adopts everything.
And over the winter she became like a girl of about thirteen: she understands everything, talks about everything, and in such a sweet voice that you will hear. And she is so kind, obedient and friendly to everyone. And by herself she is white as snow; eyes that forget-me-not, a light blond braid to the waist, one blush is not at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And even without that, she was so pretty and good that it was a feast for the eyes. And how it used to play out, so comforting and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone does not stop admiring the Snow Maiden. Old Marya does not have a soul in her.
- Here, Ivan! she used to say to her husband. - God gave us joy in old age! My sadness is over!
And Ivan said to her:
- Thank the Lord! Here joy is not eternal, and sadness is not endless...
The winter has passed. The spring sun played joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. In the clearings an ant turned green, and a lark sang. Already the red maidens gathered in a round dance under the village and sang:
- Spring is red! On what did you come, on what did you come? ..
- On a bipod, on a harrow!
And the Snow Maiden got bored.
- What is the matter with you, my child? - Marya said to her more than once, fondling her. - Are you sick? You are all so sad, completely asleep from your face. Haven't you been jinxed by an unkind person?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
- Nothing, grandma! I am healthy...
So the last snow was driven away by spring with its red days. Gardens and meadows blossomed, the nightingale and every bird sang, and everything became livelier and more cheerful. And the Snow Maiden, warm-hearted, became even more bored, shy of her girlfriends and hides from the sun in the shade, like a lily of the valley under a tree. She only liked to splash around the icy spring under the green willow.
The Snow Maiden would still have a shadow and a chill, or even better - frequent rain. In the rain and dusk, she became more cheerful. And once a gray cloud approached and sprinkled with large hail. The Snow Maiden was so happy with him, as no one else would be happy with erratic pearls. When the sun was hot again and the hail took on water, the Snow Maiden wept for him so much, as if she wanted to shed tears herself, like a sister weeps for her brother.
Now the end of spring has come; Ivanov's day came. The girls from the village gathered for a walk in the grove, went for the Snow Maiden and stuck to Grandmother Marya:
- Let the Snow Maiden go with us!
Marya did not want to let her in, and the Snow Maiden did not want to go with them; they couldn't answer. In addition, Marya thought: maybe her Snow Maiden will clear up! And she dressed her up, kissed her and said:
- Come on, my child, have fun with your girlfriends! And you, girls, take care of my Snow Maiden ... After all, I have it, you know, like gunpowder in the eye!
- Good good! - they shouted cheerfully, picked up the Snow Maiden and went in a crowd into the grove. There they made wreaths for themselves, knitted bunches of flowers and sang their cheerful songs. The Snow Maiden was always with them.
When the sun set, the girls made a fire of grass and small brushwood, lit it, and everyone in wreaths stood in a row one after another; and the Snow Maiden was placed behind everyone.
- Look, - they said, - how we will run, and you also run after us, do not lag behind!
And so everyone, having sung a song, galloped through the fire.
Suddenly something behind them rustled and groaned plaintively:
- Ay!
They looked around in fear: no one was there. They look at each other and do not see the Snow Maiden among themselves.
“Ah, it’s true, she hid, minx,” they said and fled to look for her, but could not find her in any way. They called, hawked - she did not respond.
- Where would she go? the girls said.
- Apparently, she ran away home, - they said later and went to the village, but Snegurochka was not in the village either.
They looked for her the next day, they looked for her on the third. We went through the whole grove - bush by bush, tree by tree. The Snow Maiden was still gone, and the trail disappeared. For a long time Ivan and Marya grieved and cried because of their Snow Maiden. For a long time the poor old woman went every day to the grove to look for her, and she kept calling like a miserable cuckoo:
- Ay, ay, Snow Maiden! Ay, ay, dove! ..
And more than once she heard, as if in the voice of the Snow Maiden, she answered: “Ay!”. The Snow Maiden is still not there! Where did the Snow Maiden go? Did a fierce beast rush her off into the dense forest, and didn’t a bird of prey carry her away to the blue sea?
No, it was not a fierce beast that rushed her into the dense forest, and not a bird of prey carried her away to the blue sea; and when the Snow Maiden ran after her friends and jumped into the fire, she suddenly stretched upward in a light steam, twisted into a thin cloud, melted ... and flew into the heights of heaven. That's
Russian folktale Snow Maiden
Once upon a time there was a peasant Ivan, and he had a wife, Marya. Ivan da Marya lived in love and harmony, only they had no children. So they grew old in solitude. They greatly lamented their misfortune, and only looking at other people's children, they consoled themselves. And there is nothing to do! So, apparently, they were destined. One day, when winter came, and the young snow was knee-deep, the children poured out into the street to play, and our old men sat down by the window to look at them. The children ran, frolicked and began to sculpt a woman out of snow. Ivan and Marya looked in silence, lost in thought. Suddenly Ivan chuckled and said:
We should go too, wife, and make ourselves a woman!
On Mary, apparently, he also found a fun hour.
Well, - she says, - let's go, roam in old age! Only for what you sculpt a woman: it will be one with you and me. We better blind ourselves a child from the snow, if God did not give a living one!
What is true is true ... - said Ivan, took his hat and went into the garden with the old woman.
They really began to sculpt a doll out of snow: they rolled up the body with arms and legs, put a round lump of snow on top and smoothed the head out of it.
God help? - said someone, passing by.
Thanks, thank you! Ivan replied.
What are you doing?
Yes, that's what you see! - says Ivan.
Snow Maiden ... - said Marya, laughing.
So they fashioned a nose, made two dimples in their forehead, and as soon as Ivan drew a mouth, a warm spirit suddenly breathed out of it. Ivan hastily took his hand away, only looks - the dimples in his forehead have already become bulging, and now blue eyes peer out of them, now lips are smiling like crimson.
What is this? Not an obsession, is it what? - said Ivan, putting the sign of the cross on himself.
And the doll tilts its head towards him, as if alive, and moved its arms and legs in the snow, like a baby in swaddling clothes.
Ah, Ivan, Ivan! cried Marya, trembling with joy. - The Lord gives us a child! - and rushed to hug the Snow Maiden, and all the snow fell off the Snow Maiden, like a shell from an egg, and in Marya's arms was already, in fact, a living girl.
Oh, my dear Snow Maiden! - the old woman said, hugging her desired and unexpected child, and ran with him to the hut.
Ivan hardly came to his senses from such a miracle, and Marya was unconscious with joy.
And now the Snow Maiden is growing by leaps and bounds, and every day, everything is better. Ivan and Marya are overjoyed at her. And they had fun in the house. The girls from the village are hopeless for them: they amuse and clean the grandmother's daughter like a doll, talk to her, sing songs, play all sorts of games with her and teach her everything how they do things. And the Snow Maiden is so smart: she notices and adopts everything.
And over the winter she became like a girl of about thirteen: she understands everything, talks about everything, and in such a sweet voice that you will hear. And she is so kind, obedient and friendly to everyone. And by herself she is white as snow; eyes that forget-me-not, a light blond braid to the waist, one blush is not at all, as if there was no living blood in the body ... And even without that, she was so pretty and good that it was a feast for the eyes. And how it used to play out, so comforting and pleasant that the soul rejoices! And everyone does not stop admiring the Snow Maiden. Old Marya does not have a soul in her.
Here, Ivan! she used to say to her husband. - God gave us joy in old age! My sadness is over!
And Ivan said to her:
Thank the Lord! Here joy is not eternal, and sadness is not endless...
The winter has passed. The spring sun played joyfully in the sky and warmed the earth. In the clearings an ant turned green, and a lark sang. Already the red maidens gathered in a round dance under the village and sang:
Spring is red! On what did you come, on what did you come? ..
On a bipod, on a harrow!
And the Snow Maiden got bored.
What's wrong with you, my child? - Marya said to her more than once, fondling her. - Are you sick? You are all so sad, completely asleep from your face. Haven't you been jinxed by an unkind person?
And the Snow Maiden answered her every time:
Nothing, grandma! I am healthy...
So the last snow was driven away by spring with its red days. Gardens and meadows blossomed, the nightingale and every bird sang, and everything became livelier and more cheerful. And the Snow Maiden, warm-hearted, became even more bored, shy of her girlfriends and hides from the sun in the shade, like a lily of the valley under a tree. She only liked to splash around the icy spring under the green willow.
The Snow Maiden would still have a shadow and a chill, or even better - frequent rain. In the rain and dusk, she became more cheerful. And once a gray cloud approached and sprinkled with large hail. The Snow Maiden was so happy with him, as no one else would be happy with erratic pearls. When the sun was hot again, and the hail took on water, the Snow Maiden wept over it. She cried so hard, as if she herself wanted to shed tears, like a sister crying for her brother.
Now the end of spring has come; Ivanov's day came. The girls from the village gathered for a walk in the grove, went for the Snow Maiden and stuck to Grandmother Marya:
Let the Snow Maiden go with us!
Marya did not want to let her in, and the Snow Maiden did not want to go with them; they couldn't answer. In addition, Marya thought: maybe her Snow Maiden will clear up! And she dressed her up, kissed her and said:
Come on, my child, have fun with your girlfriends! And you, girls, look, take care of my Snow Maiden ... After all, I have it, you know, like gunpowder in the eye!
Good good! - they shouted cheerfully, picked up the Snow Maiden and went in a crowd into the grove. There they made wreaths for themselves, knitted bunches of flowers and sang their cheerful songs. The Snow Maiden was always with them.
When the sun set, the girls made a fire of grass and small brushwood, lit it, and everyone in wreaths stood in a row one after another; and the Snow Maiden was placed behind everyone.
Look, - they said, - how we will run, and you also run after us, do not lag behind!
And so everyone, having sung a song, galloped through the fire.
Suddenly something behind them rustled and groaned plaintively:
They looked around in fear: no one was there. They look at each other and do not see the Snow Maiden among themselves.
And, right, she hid, a minx, - they said and fled to look for her, but could not find her in any way. They called, hawked - she did not respond.
Where would she go? the girls said.
Apparently, she ran away home, - they said later, and went to the village, but Snegurochka was not in the village either.
They looked for her the next day, they looked for her on the third. We went through the whole grove - bush by bush, tree by tree. The Snow Maiden was still gone, and the trail disappeared. For a long time Ivan and Marya grieved and cried because of their Snow Maiden. For a long time the poor old woman went every day to the grove to look for her, and she kept calling like a miserable cuckoo:
Ay, ay, Snow Maiden! Ay, ay, dove! ..
No, it was not a fierce beast that rushed her into the dense forest, and not a bird of prey carried her away to the blue sea; and when the Snow Maiden ran after her friends and jumped into the fire, she suddenly stretched upward in a light steam, twisted into a thin cloud, melted ... and flew into the heights of heaven.
Ilyicheva Olga
GCD "Hare in Russian folk tales"
Synopsis of directly educational activities
(senior preschool age)
Subject: « Hare in Russian folk tales» .
Program content:
1. Continue to introduce children to Russian folk tales.
2. Improve the ability of children to characterize characters fairy tales.
3. Form an assessment of such moral concepts as "industriousness", "courage", "gullibility", "boasting".
4. Exercise in the formation of single-root words, enrich children's speech with adjectives, teach to understand figurative meaning words and phrases.
5. Exercise in the ability to convey the mood of the characters fairy tales using a variety of means of expression.
6. Develop children's creative imagination
Material: illustrations for Russian folk tales« Hare - brag» , "Zayushkina's hut", "Kolobok".
propaedeutic work: getting to know fairy tales"Kolobok", "Zayushkina's hut", « Hare - brag» ; looking at drawings different artists- illustrators.
Activity progress:
The teacher puts up illustrations for fairy tales"Kolobok", "Zayushkina's hut", « Hare - brag» with a picture of a hare.
IN: Look how many hares came to visit us today.
Are you familiar with them?
What are they from fairy tales?
Why are these fairy tales are called Russian folk?
What helps us better understand the characters fairy tales?
D: Answer questions
IN: Children, let's look at illustrations depicting a hare with you and tell you which hare in these fairy tales?
D: Weak, small, shy, cowardly ...
IN: What could have happened if the gingerbread man had not met the fox?
D: Answer
IN: What if the hare did not meet the rooster who would help him?
D: Answer.
IN: And now let's come up with the longest word about a hare from fairy tales"Zayushkina's hut"
A game is played to form new adjectives.
D: short-tailed, long-eared, cowardly, long-legged ...
Name affectionate words about a bunny from fairy tales"Zayushkina's hut"
D:Answer
Physical education minute
Hare - hare - children jump with their arms folded, imitating a hare.
Little bunny - squat down, showing a hand from the floor.
Long ears - put the palms to the head.
Fast legs - run in place.
Hare - hare - the same.
Little bunny - the same.
Children are afraid - they wrap their arms around themselves,
Bunny - a coward - depict fear, tremble.
IN: Guys, let's look at the illustration for fairy tale« Hare - brag»
Describe this rabbit. What is he doing? Remember how you bragged hare? Can it name: mischievous, naughty, bully?
D: Answer.
IN: To draw such a hare, the artist watched the animals, studied their habits. And among you there are no such boastful ones?
Is it good to brag?
D: Answer
IN: What proverbs about boasting do you know?
D: - do not be brave on the stove, but do not be afraid in the field;
Afraid like a shy crow;
Scared like hare tambourine;
Hiding like a frog in the reeds.
IN: And now I suggest you play the game "Say it differently"
"The soul has gone to the heels"- scared.
"Asked the strekacha"- ran away.
"Passed out"- tired.
"Punched his nose"- confessed.
IN: The next game is called "What does it look like?"
The teacher offers one child to portray a boastful hare: the child must express the image with facial expressions and gestures, and the rest of the children guess who it is?
IN: Which of these rabbits would you like to be friends with and why?
D: Answer.
IN: Summarizes the activity.
Fairy tales are an integral part children's world. From the very early years they teach kids kindness and justice. Fairy tale "Hare and Fox" - beautiful work, telling about how good life is for those who have real faithful friends. This children's story wins the hearts of not only little listeners, but also their parents.
Fairy tale "The Hare and the Fox" - great fun for children
The kids really love this piece. The tale "The Hare and the Fox" is one of their favorites. When creating this beautiful story, the people endowed the main characters with certain character traits. The tale "The Hare and the Fox" is a struggle between two sides. As usual, good opposes evil. Acquaintance with the miserable, insecure Bunny, the arrogant Fox, the fearless Rooster and other characters gives the guys incredible pleasure, cheers up, teaches them to empathize with the weak. Children of any age will be happy to listen to such a fairy tale. The crumbs learn not to take away someone else's, they understand the meaning of mutual assistance.
Plot
The action of the fairy tale "The Hare and the Fox" begins in winter. Heroes need to build their own home. The hare is going to live in a bast hut. The fox decides to build an ice house. However, with the advent of spring, her "palace" melts. The fox goes to the Hare and kicks him out of the house. The unfortunate now has nowhere to live. The hare walks through the forest in tears. Different animals worry about him and try to help. However, after talking to the Fox, they run away. Wolf, Bear and Bull are not able to cope with the cunning red beast. Only the Rooster bravely fights for the Hare's house, no matter what. As a result, justice is restored.
Instructive story
What is the moral? The proverb for the fairy tale "The Fox and the Hare" gives an answer to this question. "Stand bravely for a just cause" - these are the words about the brave Rooster. Another proverb for the fairy tale "The Fox and the Hare" is "you don't recognize a friend without trouble." In a word, this work teaches kids to pay attention to someone else's grief, fearlessness, kindness. In addition, children understand that even in the most difficult situation do not despair. There will always be a solution. Hare tried different variants. And, despite the fact that he did not succeed, he still managed to regain his home.
Showing creativity
And the Hare is also an opportunity to show your artistic abilities. With children, you can put on a great performance. The costumes are very easy to prepare. To date, they can be purchased at one of the children's goods stores, or you can sew them yourself.
The folk tale "The Fox and the Hare" is perfectly played out by kids even in the very early age. The words and actions are quite simple. Making decorations is also not difficult. Houses can be prepared in advance by drawing on large paper sheets, or cut out of plywood, or you can do it differently. Small plywood blanks are pre-painted. In the performance, the Bunny and the Fox will independently build houses from them. Transparent plastic is also suitable for the ice palace. "Snowdrifts" can be made by sticking pieces of cotton wool on sheets of drawing paper or the same plywood.
In the second act, the scenery changes. Of the previous ones, only the bast hut remains on the stage. Lisa's house is being removed. Bushes and flowers appear in place of snowdrifts. While the Bunny will collect bouquets, the Fox will sneak into his house. Returning, the Hare will knock on the door and cry. However, Lisa is relentless.
Everything else follows the plot. The Wolf, the Bear and the Bull are trying to help the hero. But the Fox also drives them all away. Only a Rooster with a saber on his shoulder copes with this task. He sings an angry song, threatening the Fox to make a hat out of her. Frightened, she runs away from the hut. The Hare and the Rooster stay in the house together. In a word, to put on such a performance means to give children great opportunity express themselves as actors. This fairy tale perfect for this.
