December - and winter has come,
Decorate the Christmas tree with snow glitter.
There is noise and chaos in the area,
How good it is to play on the slide!
Metzger A.
December. Winter has come...
Everything around is clean and bright,
It's like someone whitewashed it overnight
Earth colored canvas.
Bogdan S.
Early morning in December
The first snow is already in the yard.
We clear the paths
In warm fur clothes.
Lukanova L.
December walks through the forest,
She sprinkles pearls and silver.
There is a noisy camp at the edge of the forest
Restless crows.
They'll make noise and fly away
Get simple food.
And December - they laugh after them,
Shower your friends with snow.
Kersten T
Little, little snow -
The kids are bored.
Little, little laughter
Today in the yard.
Sparkling silver
Suddenly December is coming,
And a flock of snowflakes
He leads.
He sprinkled the kids
So much snow!..
In the yard, in the yard
So much laughter!
You won't see a puddle in December -
The puddles froze long ago.
In December there is frost and cold,
The window is painted.
In December - a wise old year
Sums it all up.
Snowy tree from the market,
He will come to us through the threshold!
And it immediately smells like pine.
Let's decorate the Christmas tree
And FROST, as a hero,
Waiting impatiently.
Kapustyuk N.
I am December, the eldest son,
Mr. Ice and snow.
I'm not afraid of work
Day and night I work:
I sprinkle the ground with snow,
I cover the rivers with ice,
So that children don't get bored
On these winter days,
To boldly get it
Sleds, skis and skates!
Zubareva N.
Even though the snow isn't falling yet,
But winter didn’t miss the start,
And froze slightly
The cold wind blew me around.
Covered the whole sky with gray,
Trees, stands shook,
She hurried to burst through the windows,
Forcing me to hide in the blankets.
Winter is taking over
And sends out his own: “Hello!” –
Pinches everyone's noses and cheeks,
Painting faces red!
While December has just arrived -
He is the most affectionate friend:
Gives everyone red blush
And the first joyful snowball!
Mokosiy T.
In December, in December
All trees are in silver.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers glitter with gold,
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top
The bravest light.
A year has passed like yesterday.
Above Moscow at this hour
The clock of the Kremlin tower is striking
Fireworks - twelve times.
Samuel Marshak
During the day, December covered everything
White feather beds.
The river quickly cooled down
Mirrors - ice floes.
It stings the ears, stings the nose.
The fluffy snow is spreading.
The frost is angry, angry,
And the blizzard sings.
It's time for miracles in December -
Fairy tales wake up
Stars are falling from the sky
And dreams come true.
Coming New Year
With bright lights.
There will be songs and a round dance
And a bag of gifts!
Valevsky A.
Snow swirls in December.
Hello, Mother Winter!
You're on a festive horse
She galloped up to us herself.
The sled rushes in the wind.
Wait for me, briefcase.
Let me just figure it out
A joyful trill of the wind.
Let me just breathe
Fresh winter chill
And, as it should, I will take it
For textbooks later.
Domnin S.
December opened the gates of winter.
We run to the window, waking up.
And there is a thick pattern on the glass,
the garden and yard are covered with snow,
and we look through the ice floes
for winter pictures.
And there the snow is raging,
and our house is a fabulous frigate
sails under sail.
All of a sudden younger brother how he yells:
- “Look, Anton, the snowdrift is creeping!”
And let me laugh
our cunning cat can
disguise yourself as snow.
Valeeva A.
Cold morning in December
I left home for school,
And just beyond the threshold - snowfall!
What a holiday! I'm so glad!
There is so much snow,
What is white in the yard is white!
And the flakes are spinning and flying!
What a fairy tale! I'm so glad!
The snowdrifts are very deep.
I throw snowballs into the sky!
The trees are shining!
What a miracle! I'm so glad!
And our school is at dawn
Stands in magical silver!
How does this outfit suit her!
This is the dress! I'm so glad!
There is such beauty everywhere
What blinding purity!
It's just a pity that there was a call,
And I was late for class...
Marshak’s poems and fairy tales begin to be read from the very first days in kindergartens, then they are performed at matinees, in junior classes learn by heart. In the bustle, the author himself is forgotten, but in vain, because Marshak’s life was full of events that radically changed his worldview. Perhaps this is why his works are so deep in meaning and truly immortal.
Our river, like in a fairy tale,
The frost paved the way overnight,
Updated skates, sleds,
I brought a Christmas tree from the forest.
The tree cried at first
From home warmth.
In the morning I stopped crying,
She breathed and came to life.
Its needles tremble a little,
The lights lit up on the branches.
Like a ladder, like a Christmas tree
The lights shoot up.
Firecrackers sparkle with gold.
I lit a star with silver
Reached the top
The bravest light.
Samuil Yakovlevich Marshak (1887-1964) - Russian Soviet poet, playwright, translator, literary critic. Winner of the Lenin and four Stalin Prizes.
He started writing poetry early. In 1902, V.V. Stasov drew attention to the talented boy, who introduced him to M. Gorky. In 1904-1906, Marshak lived in the family of M. Gorky in Yalta. Began publishing in 1907. In 1912-1914 he attended lectures at the Faculty of Art University of London. In 1915-1917, the first translations of Marshak from English poetry were published in Russian magazines. In 1920, he lived in Krasnodar (formerly Yekaterinodar), organized one of the country's first theaters for children here, and wrote fairy tale plays for it. In 1923, the first poetry books for little ones were published: “The House That Jack Built”, “Children in a Cage”, “The Tale of a Stupid Mouse”. In 1923-1925 he headed the magazine " New Robinson"who became a collector of young Soviet children's literature. For a number of years, Marshak led the Leningrad edition of Detgiz. Gorky more than once involved Marshak as his closest assistant in the development of plans" great literature for little ones." The role of Marshak, a poet for children, was accurately described by A. A. Fadeev, emphasizing that Marshak was able to talk to the child about the most important things in his poems. complex concepts of great social content, about labor valor and about working people without any didactics, in a lively, cheerful, exciting and understandable form for children, in the form of a children's game. This distinctive features Marshak's works for children, starting from his early books "Fire", "Mail", "War with the Dnieper", later - the satirical pamphlet "Mr. Twister" (1933) and romantic poem"Story about unknown hero"(1938) up to the works of military and post-war years- "Military Post" (1944), "Fairy Tale" (1947), " All year round"(1948) and many others. Marshak left excellent examples of children's fairy tales, songs, riddles, plays for children's theaters ("Twelve Months", "Fear Grief - No Happiness", "Smart Things", etc.).
B. E. Galanov.
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LESSON ABOUT THE WORLD
Topic: In December, in December all the trees are silver.
Goals:
- introduce students to the main changes in nature in January;
- learn about the main signs of the season;
- teach children to draw conclusions, analyze, observe.
Equipment: multimedia presentation(application)
DURING THE CLASSES
Class organization. Mood (slide 2)
The world around us
Interesting to know!
Its secrets and mysteries
We're ready to solve it!
Examination homework. Lotto game "Let's play in the profession."
The teacher distributes to each desk large map with images of professions, shows students small cards with a set of tools, and the children guess which profession they belong to.
Students work in pairs.
Work on new topic. Challenge (slide 3)
The teacher asks a riddle.
His days are shorter than all days, longer than nights. Snow fell on the fields and meadows until spring. Only our month will pass, We will celebrate the New Year. (December)
Cross discussion (slide 4)
They say about December: “The end of the year and the beginning of winter.” -Why do they say that? As a result of cross-discussion, children come to unanimous opinion: December first winter month And last month in the old year.
Generalization (done by children):
December is the first winter month, as January and February are the following months. This month ends old year, and in January a new one begins.
Understanding (slide 5)
In the old days, December was called fierce, gloomy, jelly. They said about him: “December is the tail of the year.” Why do you think they said that?
Cluster on the board:
Discussion. Game “Get to know me” (6 slide)
I'll call various signs weather. If you hear something that is typical for January, you need to clap your hands. Signs: rainy, frosty, slushy, hot, snowy, cold, chilly, damp.
Working with the textbook (p.87). Explanation of the meaning of the proverb: “A lot of snow, a lot of bread.”
How does snow make you feel?
Physical exercise “Snowball” (slide 7)
A little white snow fell. Let's all gather in a circle. Let's all stomp, Let's all clap. Let's play happily, Let's warm our hands.
Let's all stomp, Let's all clap. If it's cold to stand, We'll pat you on the knees again, On the knees. To make us warmer, Let's jump more fun. Let's all jump, Let's all jump.
Re-call. Work with text. Work in groups (slide 8)
Winter has come. Carefully covered nature with a blanket of clean white snow, bound rivers and lakes with ice, cooled the air severe frosts. The month of December received its name - Student, from the word cold. There are still thaws, but there is still a long winter ahead. Winter is adding more and more snow in December. So the nights are long, frosty and cozy. Christmas trees are decorated in houses, because New Year is coming soon.
What was the month of December called before?
Why? -What else was it called? -Why? -What is typical for December? -When do people decorate Christmas trees?
Understanding.
Working with textbook illustrations (p.87). Compilation of mini-stories.
Reflection. “True and false statements” (slide 9)
If the statement is true, then clap your hands, and if it is false, then raise your right hand.
1. Today we talked about December. (+)
And with my fairy tale. What does it consist of? nervous system person?
With a magic wand will wave -
The snowdrop will bloom in the forest. (-)
6.The field became white and white,
Fluffy snow is falling.
And it got colder,
The waters of the rivers are frozen in ice, (+)
Self-esteem (slide 10)
You need to evaluate your work by coloring one flower opposite the desired statement.
Quickly, correctly and independently. Correct, but slow. That's right, but with the help of others. Fast, but wrong.
Lesson summary (slide 11)
We have become better, smarter, and are not tired in class. There is a desire to learn and, of course, not to be lazy! This is a miracle of miracles - a whole forest of knowledge has grown!
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In December, in December all the trees are silver.
Mood The world around us is interesting to explore! We are ready to unravel its secrets and riddles!
Riddle His days are shorter than all days, Longest than nights of all nights. Snow fell on the fields and meadows until spring. Only our month will pass, We will celebrate the New Year. (December)
Proverb: The end of the year and the beginning of winter.
December frowning ponytail of the year fierce student
Signs: rainy, frosty, slushy, hot, snowy, cold, chilly, damp
Fizminutka A little white snow fell. Let's all gather in a circle. Let's all stomp, Let's all clap. Let's play happily, Let's warm our hands. Let's all stomp, Let's all clap. If it's cold to stand, We'll pat you on the knees again, On the knees. To make us warmer, Let's jump more fun. Let's all jump, Let's all jump.
Winter has come. She carefully covered nature with a blanket of pure white snow, bound rivers and lakes with ice, and cooled the air with severe frosts. The month of December received its name - Student, from the word cold. There are still thaws, but there is still a long winter ahead. Winter is adding more and more snow in December. So the nights are long, frosty and cozy. Christmas trees are decorated in houses, because New Year is coming soon.
True and false statements 1. Today we talked about December. 2.December is the last winter month. 3. December the student. 4.December comes with affection and its own fairy tale. He waves his magic wand and the snowdrop blooms in the forest. 5. In December the nights are long and frosty. 6. The field has become white and white, fluffy snow is falling. And it got colder, the waters of the rivers were frozen with ice. (+) (-) (+) (-) (+) (+)
Self-assessment Quickly, correctly and independently. Correct, but slow. That's right, but with the help of others. Fast, but wrong.
Summary of the lesson We have become better, smarter, We didn’t get tired during the lesson. There is a desire to learn and, of course, not to be lazy! This is a miracle of miracles - a whole forest of knowledge has grown!
Great ones about poetry:
Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.
Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.
The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.
Marina Tsvetaeva
Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.
Humboldt V.
Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.
The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.
If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without knowing shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.
A. A. Akhmatova
Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.
I. S. Turgenev
For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.
G. Lichtenberg
A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.
Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.
Murasaki Shikibu
I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.
Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin
-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...
Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"
We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.
John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"
Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.
Alexander Alexandrovich Blok
Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind each poetic work of those times, a whole Universe was certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.
Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"
I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...
Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!
Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky
Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.
Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"
Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.