Lesson objectives:
Create conditions for the formation of interest among teenagers in reading the works of Evgeny Ivanovich Nosov;
Develop students' dialogical speech; develop the ability to be informative in dialogue, establish and maintain communicative contact;
To awaken the “gift of imagination” of schoolchildren, to encourage them to think about their relationship with their families, about kindness and understanding in the family.
Equipment: portrait of Evgeny Ivanovich Nosov, illustrations for the writer’s stories, texts of the novel (for each student).
Preliminary work: reading the story at home, writing down first impressions in a reader’s diary, preparing individual messages, illustrations for the story.
Forms of work: combination of written work (reader's diary) with oral work; dialogue (informational and interpretive), expressive reading of story episodes; working with a dictionary; reading by heart.
(Epigraph on the board )
Great, magical, mysterious country,
from which all people come...
The further the years take me from her,
the deeper my longing for her.
Lydia Latyeva.
During the classes
I. Teacher's opening speech.
A great, magical, mysterious country from which all people come... The further the years take me from it, the deeper my longing for it.
This country is Childhood. We all came out of childhood. This is not just a certain time of life, it is rather a special, fragile makeup of the human soul. This is a world in which the colors are brighter and the feelings are sharper, the world in which Man begins - his Love, Dislike, Fear, Compassion, his spiritual vision.
The tragic, beautiful and naive come together here. That is why everything that happens to a person in childhood is so important: what he hears, with whom he communicates, who he loves, to whom he trusts his soul. The trace of this remains forever. And great happiness if these are memories of a kind, intelligent and loving person, such as we see the grandmother of the main character of E. Nosov’s story “Patchwork Quilt”.
Reading by heart a poem by A.A. Tsatov “Grandma’s hands.” (Individual task).
Grandma's hands
I look at these hands
My grandmother's hands.
I immediately see how much flour
And she had a lot of work.
Dark blue veins
Persistent callus,
Skin folds and wrinkles,
Yes, a rough palm.
Press tightly to your stomach:
The soul is light and light.
My back is sweet and sound
The warmth warms her hands...
And now, as if out of a fog,
From the past far away
Warms his little grandson
This sweet hand.
A.A. Tsatov
(Rogovsky rural district, Podolsk district, Moscow region)
How did the poem make you feel? Whom did you remember while listening to these lines?
Biographical page
(Individual assignment: message prepared by the student at home)
Nosov Evgeniy Ivanovich
(1925, Tolmachevo village near Kursk - 2002, Kursk)
Russian prose writer. Born into a family of village craftsmen, the father raised his son in the craft and farming traditions. At the age of 18, Nosov went to the front; After the war, he worked as a literary employee for a newspaper in Central Asia. In 1951, he settled in Kursk with his family. Nosov’s literary debut was the publication of the story “Rainbow” (1957) on the pages of the Kursk Regional Almanac for Children. The first book was “On the Fishing Path” (1958), followed by others that brought him fame as a true master of words, a singer of human moral strength.
The truthful depiction of the horrors of the war and the fate of its ordinary participants in the stories “Red Wine of Victory” and “Chopin, Sonata Number Two” (1973) introduced Nosov into the circle of writers of “lieutenant prose”. The story “Apple Savior”, the story “My Chomolungma”, the story “Memorable Medal” tell about the fate of the soldiers of the Great Patriotic War, who overcame incredible hardships and preserved humanity, kindness, and living souls.
A distinctive feature of works on “village” themes is their focus on the folk word, richness of intonation, humor, concreteness of everyday details, and depth of humanistic pathos.
“Modern illustrated encyclopedia. Literature and Language”
Moscow: “Rosman”, 2007
II. Analytical reading.
III. Conversation on issues.
What thoughts came to you after reading the story? What have you written down in your reading diaries?
To whose notes one can take as an epigraph the words of K. Paustovsky: “I was friends with my grandmother. I loved her more than all my relatives. She paid me the same..."?
What do you think the novella is about?
We learn a lot about the relationship between the older and younger generations from oral folk art and Russian classical literature.
Remember how the relationships between “elders” and “youngers” develop in Russian folk tales?
Tell us about nanny Savishna from the story by L.N. Tolstoy's "Childhood".
Let's return to the story of E. Nosov:
What does grandma do all day? Do you think she has a lot of time to raise her grandson?
How is the evening going for this little family? Which word, in your opinion, most accurately defines the meaning of these grandmother's stories - “rags”? (In conversations with grandmother, the foundation of future human life is laid.)
IV. Vocabulary work.
We have already talked about the fact that a person can be interested in everything that is understandable... We need to turn to dictionaries in order to better understand the lives of our heroes, to continue the conversation about them.
Knitwear - knitted socks.
Fur mittens - mittens made of sheep skin.
Kaganets is a lamp.
Zastya - obstructing.
Pripechek - a ledge near the stove.
Long - long.
Hastily - quickly, hastily.
Eagerly - very diligently, diligently.
Occasion is a lucky chance, a coincidence.
A piece of calico is a roll of calico.
(In addition, it is necessary to explain to students what it means to “write off cleanly”, “Nikola’s stern face”, “raw potato bowl and cotton wick”).
What does the grandmother's name and patronymic say?
What worries the boy most about the fate of his grandfather?
What do you think this family went through? What is revealed to the reader behind the scanty lines?
What artistic image unites the entire narrative?
Alexander Solzhenitsyn notes the features of E. Nosov’s stories: “... no author’s explanations or interpretations of what is happening. Before us live those simplest episodes of living life, which are so lacking in history textbooks for us to feel it, as if having lived in it. When grandma begins to pray, it’s as if times and generations are united: there is one God, and heaven and earth are common...”
How do you think the grandson feels when he talks about his grandmother?
What can you talk about confidentially with your elders, especially before going to bed? Do you have a person for confidential conversations?
...The day ends, the intimate conversation ends, the night... “tomorrow we’ll remember something else...”
Think about why the story is not finished?
E. Nosov's story contains both description and narration. Let's add inference reasoning.
How do the heroes of the story live, what is important to them?
So, in the boy’s perception, the most important thing is the life of the soul, family relationships. Her memories are not easy for her grandmother; in her memory the history of the family, the people, is a tragic story. But she, reliving her sorrows, “reads” the family book, the genealogy to her grandson: “Tomorrow we’ll remember something else...”.
“Everything repeats itself in life... Only one thing will never come, one road is dusted, cluttered with time, you can’t walk, you can’t climb, you can’t fly over it - the road to the country of Childhood. They come out of childhood. They don't return to it. There are no keys, no magic words, no magician who can return us to it, only our dowry comes from this country, and no matter how many years you live on earth, it goes, goes, goes...”
Lydia Latyeva.
One of the options for ending the lesson could be for the teacher to read Veronica Tushnova’s poem “Here they say: Russia...”. At the same time, we can talk about the connection between the fate of a Russian woman and the fate of Russia, about their difficult path, about love for near and dear ones...
They say: Russia...
Rivers and birches...
And I see your hands
knobby hands,
hard.
Hands wrinkled from washing,
soaked in bitter tears,
rocked, swaddled,
blessing for victory.
I see your fingers cramped, -
all your worries are happy,
all your labors are ordinary,
all the losses are incalculable...
I wish I could rest
yes no habit
lying on their knees idly...
I'll buy you mittens
Do you want blue ones, do you want red ones?
Don't say "no need" -
Like, what good is beauty to an old woman?
I would be glad to warm your heart
your tired hands.
I hold them as my salvation,
I couldn’t control the excitement.
Your kind hands
Your beautiful hands
My mother, Russia!
VII. Homework.
Finish the work in the reader's diary: what else did you want to write in it after the lesson. (What thoughts arose? What did you think about a little differently than before?).
Literature
- Nosov E. Patchwork quilt // Literature at school, - 1999. - No. 3.
- Solzhenitsyn A.I. Evgeny Nosov: From the “Literary Collection” // New World. - 2000. - No. 7.
- Modern illustrated encyclopedia. Literature and language. Moscow: “Rosman”, 2007.
- Veronica Tushnova. Poems. Moscow: “Eksmo”, 2003.
- Dal V.I. Dictionary. Moscow: “Rosman”, 2000.
- Gorbich O.I. Modern pedagogical technologies for teaching the Russian language at school. M.: PU “First of September”, 2009.
- Kolechenko A.K. Encyclopedia of educational technologies: a manual for teachers. St. Petersburg: KARO, 2005.
From distant distances
My grandmother Varvara Ionovna had a blanket assembled from various scraps of material.
Grandma sometimes sewed simple peasant clothes: trousers and shirts, sweaters and sundresses, and all sorts of things for us kids. From this, scraps remained, from which the grandmother cut identical joints, sewed them in pairs into squares, and from the squares a cheerful multi-colored cloth was obtained, which served as the top for a cotton quilted blanket.
I lie under its cozy thickness and wait for my grandmother to come to me. And she’s on her feet almost at the first rooster, still busy around the house: rinsing something, putting cow’s swill in the oven, covering the bread on the table with a towel, sorting it into pairs and stuffing knitting and fur mittens into the stoves. And after all, she extinguishes the lamp, lighting the kagan, which she put together from a bottle, a raw potato circle and a cotton wick. Covering the timid tongue of fire with her palm, similar to a pumpkin seed, she places the kagan on a high stove so that it immediately illuminates the kitchen, where under a bench with buckets of Seim water, a goose planted on eggs quietly rustles with basket hay, and the adjacent walk-through room with her grandmother’s wooden bed , above which in the corner in a wide gilded frame hung the stern face of Nikola. Finally, grandma comes into our room and, standing in front of Nikola, takes off her jacket with a deft cross of her hands, then throws off her long, toe-length skirt to the floor and walks barefoot outside her circle. All in white, with bare shoulders and arms, she begins to quickly and incomprehensibly whisper something to the holy saint, flickering from the moving light on the stove, at the same time not forgetting to unravel her braid, the half-gray remnant of the once ripe wheat beauty, throwing it over her sunken chest and dexterously, by touch, fingering strands and silk ribbons. And, bending over herself three times with a wide cross, and at the same time poking me from afar with a pinch, she hastily climbs under the blanket and, having grown cold in front of the icon, passionately clings to me, warm, settled under the cotton canopy.
Having subdued her breathing and gotten used to it, the grandmother lifts the blanket with her knees, makes a sloping cellar out of it, above which the doorposts are clearly visible, and in the quiet and peaceful voice of a person who has finished the day and got to bed, asks:
- So how far have we finished reading our book?
- About the blue joint.
. -Have they already reached him? But did you mention this one? About blue bells? About mom's first dress? She was a big girl, but everything was out of place, everything was altered and altered. Here, just before Trinity, here are Chinese peddlers with goods. And in the village this is such an opportunity. The women drop everything and run out into the street. Well, the Chinese know what to do. One piece of calico is rolled out right on the grass - a May meadow, and that’s all! They dissolve another one - and even more beautiful. Your mother grabbed your hand, tugged, tugged so painfully: buy it, buy it. . . Or didn’t you say anything about it?
“We’ve already talked about bells,” I remember.
- Ah, well, then let's move on. This joint, which is paired with bells, you see, there are white grains sprinkled on the blue, sort of like stars in the night sky, it’s from my grandfather’s shirt. And he brought it back from the German war. They were standing near Riga then. Yes, the Germans drove them away from there, from the Courland land, hungry and without ammunition. Yes, that’s how the pawns retreated. Your grandfather bled from his leg, his wet and dirty footcloths caused him to get sick, his leg was swollen right up to his groin. They put us in a gig with other wounded, took us to some station, and from there to St. Petersburg itself. And then the tsar was soon pushed out, the revolution began. Grandfather, right there on crutches, was elected to some committee. Well, since you have chosen, let’s jump and jump. Well, I jumped and almost lost my leg. They wrote him off clean and released him, thank God, in peace.
I don’t like that grandfather was escorted out of St. Petersburg and that, it turns out, he did not participate in the storming of the Winter Palace.
- Hey, Winter! - Grandma begs. - I even go to the neighbors with chicken: the man is at home, but there is no one to kill. No, he’s not my hero, not a hero, I won’t lie. - And in a calm, kind voice he continues: - And I’ve seen so many different things. God forbid what happened to him, dear one. When I came home, the whites nearly chopped him up with sabers; they found the master’s collar in the barn. . . Well, okay, good night about this, Queen of Heaven. From those times, besides this flap, the crutch remained somewhere in the attic. And also a soldier's cap.
“Is this a bayonet?” I cry jubilantly.
- No! This is a cloth sack with wings. They put it on top of a hat in a snowstorm.
This is the second week I’ve been thinking about rag dolls, remembering the Odessa handicraft fair and the needlewomen girls, how they deftly and beautifully folded and sewed bright dolls and horses from colorful scraps and threads.
Under my pillow lives a pot-bellied Bird of Happiness with fluttering wings, Nadenka brought it a long time ago from the M@STER@ festival, made it with her own hands from a light rag and thread - a little Miracle!
Today, in the art literature department, the book “Russian Folk Doll” (authors Galina and Maria Dain) asked to be picked up.
Reading:
"Back in the middle of the twentieth century, in almost every family in the village and city, children played with rag dolls. And only since the 1960s, when industrial enterprises began to produce millions of batches of plastic toys, the tradition of making home dolls has almost died out. However, it did not disappear completely, being deeply deposited in people’s memory".
Surprisingly, I never thought about what kind of dolls my mother had? We need to ask the aunties what they were playing.
Grandma Olya told me that as a child she wrapped a wooden spoon in a rag and nursed it)
The writer Evgeny Nosov has a story “Patchwork Blanket”, where a cheerful multi-colored cloth, skillfully assembled from scraps and scraps from sewing a simple peasant renovation, brings the grandson and grandmother closer together.
patchwork quilt
From distant distances
My grandmother Varvara Ionovna had a blanket made from various scraps of material.
Grandma sometimes sewed simple peasant clothes: pants and shirts, sweaters and sundresses, and all sorts of things for us kids. From this, scraps remained, from which the grandmother cut identical joints, sewed them in pairs into squares, and from the squares a cheerful multi-colored cloth was obtained, which served as the top of a cotton quilted blanket.
I lie under its cozy thickness and wait for my grandmother to come to me. And she’s on her feet almost at the first rooster, still busy around the house: rinsing something, putting cow’s swill in the oven, covering the bread on the table with a towel, sorting it into pairs and stuffing knitting and fur mittens into the stoves. And after all that, she extinguishes the lamp, lighting the kagan, which she put together from a vial, a raw potato mug and a cotton wick. Covering the timid tongue of fire with her palm, like a pumpkin seed, she places the kagan on a high stove so that it immediately illuminates the kitchen, where under a bench with buckets of Seim water, a goose planted on eggs quietly rustles with basket hay, and the adjacent walk-through room with her grandmother’s wooden bed, above in the corner of which hung the stern-faced Nikola in a wide gilded frame. Finally, grandma comes into our room and, standing in front of Nikola, takes off her jacket with a deft cross of her hands, then throws off her long, toe-length skirt to the floor and walks barefoot outside her circle. All in white, with bare shoulders and arms, she begins to quickly and incomprehensibly whisper something to the holy saint, flickering from the moving light on the stove, at the same time not forgetting to unravel her braid, the half-gray remnant of the once ripe wheat beauty, throwing it over her sunken chest and dexterously, by touch, fingering strands and silk ribbons. And, bending over herself three times with a wide cross, and at the same time poking me from afar with a pinch, she hastily climbs under the blanket and, having grown cold in front of the icon, passionately clings to me, warm, settled under the cotton canopy.
Having subdued her breathing and gotten used to it, the grandmother lifts the blanket with her knees, makes a sloping cellar out of it, above which the doorposts are clearly visible, and in the quiet and peaceful voice of a person who has finished the day and got to bed, asks:
- So how far have we finished reading our book?
- About the blue joint.
.—Have they already reached him? But did you mention this one? About blue bells? About mom's first dress? She was a big girl, but everything was out of place, everything was altered and altered. Here, just before Trinity, here are Chinese peddlers with goods. And in the village this is such an opportunity. The women drop everything and run out into the street. Well, the Chinese know what to do. One piece of calico is rolled out right on the grass - a May meadow, and that’s all! They open another one - and even more beautiful. Your mother grabbed your hand, tugged, tugged painfully: buy it, buy it... Or didn’t she tell you about that?
“We’ve already talked about bells,” I remember.
- Ah, well, then let's move on. This joint, which is paired with bells, you see, there are white grains sprinkled on the blue, sort of like stars in the night sky, it’s from my grandfather’s shirt. And he brought it back from the German war. They were standing near Riga then. Yes, the Germans drove them away from there, from the Courland land, hungry and without ammunition. Yes, that’s how the pawns retreated. Your grandfather bled from his leg, his wet and dirty footcloths caused him to get sick, his leg was swollen right up to his groin. They put us in a gig with other wounded, took us to some station, and from there to St. Petersburg itself. And then the tsar was soon pushed out, the revolution began. Grandfather, right there on crutches, was elected to some committee. Well, since you have chosen, let’s jump and jump. Well, I jumped and almost lost my leg. They wrote him off clean and released him, thank God, in peace.
I don’t like that grandfather was escorted out of St. Petersburg and that, it turns out, he did not participate in the storming of the Winter Palace.
- Who cares about Winter! - Grandma begs. “I even go to the neighbors with a chicken: the guy is at home, but there’s no one to kill it.” No, he’s not my hero, he’s not a hero, I won’t lie.” And in a calm, kind voice he continues: “And I’ve seen so many different things.” God forbid what happened to him, dear one. When I came home, the whites almost cut me to pieces with sabers, they found the master’s collar in the barn... Well, okay, good night about that, Queen of Heaven. From those times, besides this flap, the crutch remained somewhere in the attic. And also a soldier's cap.
“Is this a bayonet?” I cry jubilantly.
- No! This is a cloth sack with wings. They put it on top of a hat in a snowstorm. When grandpa comes home from the night, from the stables, you ask nicely. Perhaps he will show you the head. And then he’ll let you vilify me.
I silently nod dreamily.
- Well... So let's move on. But this, my granddaughter, this little scrap... - Grandmother sighs and, putting out a thin, whip-like, bluish hand with a dark brush, as if made of bark, strokes for a long time the light, unremarkable triangle.
“So what?” I fiddle with my grandmother, who has suddenly fallen silent. “And grandmother?”
Grandma doesn't answer. I squint in bewilderment, imagining that she was overcome by a sudden dream. But she is not sleeping, and I see how in the dark eye socket the moisture accumulated there flickers like dull tin.
I fall silent, and she, taking a deep breath, lowers her knees and destroys the blanket closet.
“I had a girl,” she sighs, crossing herself again, and, turning and pulling the patchwork blanket over me, says in a warm, familiar whisper: “Sleep, calm down.” Tomorrow we'll remember something else... ________________________________________ ___
So is a rag doll.
The puppet people, like a colorful patchwork mosaic, preserve the skill and art of their creators.
And no matter who makes rag dolls, everyone will have their own “patchwork story.”
Lesson. Evgeny Nosov's story “Patchwork Quilt”
(Author: Bayramova N.N.)
I teach this lesson in 7th grade as a general lesson, because the idea of the literature course at this stage is literature and history. The program includes works created on historical material, the focus is on man and his perception of the world in difficult moments of history.
We remember this work in both 9th and 11th grades, selecting arguments for an essay-reasoning on the following problems: the problem of educating patriotism, love for the motherland; the problem of home, family, relationships between generations; the problem of human destiny; person and history, etc.
Homework for the lesson was reading a story by E. Nosov, compiling a dictionary of little-known words, a creative task - coloring a triangle in the color of your mood
The purpose of the teacher’s activity is to promote the formation of semantic reading skills; the ability to extract information from various sources, freely use dictionaries of various types, transform, save and transmit information obtained as a result of reading.
Planned educational results Subject: development of dialogic and monologue speech; mastering the skills of linguistic text analysis
Meta-subject: the ability to understand the goals of educational activities and the ability to explain them; choose adequate language means to successfully solve communicative problems
Personal: development of critical thinking, awareness of the value of family, the need for mutual understanding between generations; nurturing love for family and homeland, awareness of the aesthetic and spiritual value of the Russian language.
Methods and forms of teaching Reading with stops, with a pencil; analytical conversation; linguistic text analysis; cluster
Equipment Multimedia installation; text of the story "Patchwork Quilt", sheets with tasks for work in groups: dictionaries: explanatory, etymological, V. Dahl's dictionary.
Visual demonstration material Presentation; collage of paper scraps-moods
Call stage.
1. Updating students' knowledge.
Happy to see you. In one of the lessons we found out what happiness is. Let's remember the etymology of this word. How and when it happened, its synonyms. (The word “Happiness” came about when something was shared. “Leave with a part,” i.e., leave with some allotment, piece, share. Hence the synonyms: fate, share, inheritance, i.e. fate .)
2. Implementation of homework. Motivation.
So happiness is a piece, a particle, a shred. And our life consists of such patches. Today you brought with you your scraps of mood. What are they?
(Students come to the board, attach their uniquely colored piece of paper with a magnet, explain why it is this or that color, how it relates to their mood at this moment in life. The teacher helps to technically “weave” the canvas from fragments, corrects speech, and sets the sequence for students to exit to the board, thanks for your sincerity, etc. On the board, a canvas is gradually “stitched” from scraps of moods)
Your shreds - separate pieces - have merged into a single whole, into a patchwork quilt. This is how a class, a country and humanity are made up of scraps! The focus of the lesson will be E. Nosov's story "Patchwork Quilt"
Conception stage
I. Updating students' knowledge. Conversation. Primary perception
1. What associations does the title of the story evoke? (Warmth, comfort, skillful hands of a craftswoman, ancient art, grandmother, beauty, antiquity)
2. What does the very beginning of the story resemble? (Reading paragraphs 1 and 2 - the beginning of the story). -fairy tale, legend
3. But will there be a fairy tale?
(Grandmother talks about her difficult, not at all fairy-tale life, but like a bedtime story)
4. Is there a specific detail in the text that indicates the real geographical place where the action takes place, where the family lives? (Seim water comes from the Seim River, a tributary of the Desna. The cities of Kursk, Lgov, Rylsk, Putivl are central Russia, the birthplace of the writer Evgeny Nosov.)
5. What is your grandmother's name? Guess who her father was? Why does the author call the heroine this way?
(Varvara Ionovna. Ion is a church name, my grandmother’s father was most likely a priest, the history of such people in the 20th century is tragic. By calling the heroine this way, the author implies deep, serious spiritual roots.)
II. Goal setting.
The plot is based on the life of grandmother Varvara Ionovna. What kind of person is she? To understand, you need to delve into all the details. We work in groups. First, we delve into the task, then we read with a pencil, highlighting what we need in the text. We discuss and decide who will represent the group’s work.
Work in three groups (students distribute the task within the group, dividing into pairs. The task is different, but equally structured (see Appendix 1,2,3):
1. Work with V. Dahl’s dictionary, explanation of dialectisms, vernacular.
2. Morphological analysis of the passage “Portrait of a Grandmother”, mini-study.
3. Multi-level analysis of the word from the text “devoutly”.
4. Analysis of grandmother's speech.
III. Immersion in the text. Reading fragment 1
Fragment 1. “Portrait of a Grandmother” (third paragraph).
(The teacher reads. The students follow the text and underline.)
IV. Step-by-step presentation of group work.
1. Vocabulary work. Explanation of the lexical meaning of words according to V. Dahl's dictionary
Group 1: maybe, vyazenki, dosi, zastya
2nd group: kaganets, kruzhalka, okaziya, okromya 3rd group: stove, pripechek, pawns
2. Morphological analysis of the passage, results
Group 1 task: Analyze which part of speech words occur more often than others. Why? What features does the grandson emphasize? (The passage contains 26 verbs and verb forms, moreover, verbs of active action (students give examples). Dynamic portrait)
Group 2 task: Analyze how the grandmother does her chores. Choose adverbs and adjectives that characterize the grandmother’s actions. (Adverbs and adjectives: dexterous, quickly, dexterously, i.e. skillfully, habitually, quickly.)
Group 3 task: What details of the grandmother’s appearance are emphasized by the grandson and how do they characterize the grandmother. (A braid, a sunken chest, a thin arm “dark, as if made of bark.” The grandmother is old, has been through a lot, but hardworking, efficient, restless.)
How did the grandmother appear to us, seen through the eyes of her grandson?
(Grandmother works all her life. Her grandson notes her dexterity and efficiency. She does not give in to old age, she works hard, maintains order in the house. She is the keeper of the hearth, she does the housework. She doesn’t have enough strength for everyone: to water the cow, and to sit the goose under the bench, and do some handicrafts, and say a prayer to Nicholas the Pleasant, and talk to your grandson at night.)
3. Vocabulary work. Multi-level analysis of the word "Earthly". Presentation of results
What details show that the relationship between grandmother and grandson is good?
(All the details of the portrait are imbued with love. The grandmother baptizes her grandson at night, lying down, “devotedly clings” to him). What does this capacious word mean?
1 group. Synonyms: diligently, zealously, unrestrainedly, strongly
Group 2: Definition according to S. Ozhegov’s dictionary
Group 3: Etymology of the word according to the dictionaries of V. Dahl and N. Shansky. Earnestly - earnestly, truth; truth - from*ist - “real”.
Thus, there is another synonym for the word “devoutly” - truly. The grandmother loves her grandson with all her soul, with all her essence, truly, and completely devotes herself to the family.
Reading the fragment "Starting a Conversation"
1. What was the rhythm of the story? Why?
(It feels like the rhythm has changed, it has become calmer, slower. The action has changed: from active to moderate, calming - reading a “book”)
2. What book are we talking about?
(A patchwork quilt is a book about the past, a book of memories, a book of times, history. Grandmother’s speech is figurative. Each segment of life is painted in its own color)
3. What historical events did the family have to endure?
(In meager lines, the tragedy of the 21st century is revealed: the imperialist war, revolution, civil war - all these historical events left an indelible mark on the fate of this family. The child learns his ancestry and the history of the country.)
4. How many pieces can this evening conversation be divided into?
V. Immersion in the text. Reading fragment 2.
Fragment 2. "The first shreds." We remind you before reading that after reading the groups present the results of work on task IV “Grandma’s Speech.”
VI. Step-by-step presentation of group work.
1 group. What does grandma say? (In a quiet voice, kind, calm, familiar.)
Why did the author use the verb “to question”, which belongs to the high style? (We are talking about the holy of holies of the family, about dear memories; and also in this word you can feel the smile of a loving grandson).
2nd group. What words predominate in grandma’s speech? Why? Explain vernacular and outdated words. (In the grandmother’s speech there are many colloquial and outdated words (reinterpreted, opportunity, piece of calico, hvoroba, gig, collar, bashlyk). They help to reliably convey her speech, create a feeling of simplicity, peaceful village life. They are dear to the writer, they remind of childhood).
3rd group. In what words do you feel the relationship of grandmother and grandson to grandfather? Relationship between grandmother and grandson? (The grandmother ironically talks about her grandfather, but in a kind way. She calls him “heartfelt,” that is, dear to her heart; “And I’ve seen so many different things” - she regrets, sympathizes, loves her grandfather; she rejoices - “they let him go, thank God, in peace ")
Students summarize and formulate a general conclusion from their observations:
Grandma's speech is simple. She is not educated. But in her speech one can hear melodiousness and expressiveness. In the intonation we can hear warmth, irony, and tenderness towards the grandfather, grandson, children, and sad notes from sad memories. The grandson absorbs not only these stories, but also original figures of speech.
Yes, the 20th century was tragic for our country. And all these tragic events passed through the lives of ordinary people (“the whites almost hacked them to death”, during the imperialist war my grandfather remained disabled). This story contains the simplest episodes of life, which cannot be read about in a history textbook.
VII. Immersion in the text. Reading fragment 3.
Before reading. Which episode do you think is the most poignant? (first dress, war, death of loved ones)
Fragment 3. “I had a girl...”
What is the impact of mutual understanding between grandmother and grandson? (The grandmother became sad - the grandson fell silent. Silence was established. Silence of mutual understanding)
VIII. Summarizing. Generalization.
Do you think the story is over? What are these finals called? Why exactly this ending in the story?
(Open ending: the grandmother’s stories are not over, there will still be evenings: “Tomorrow we’ll remember something else.” The history of this family is not over: the grandson is growing up. The history of the country is not over: its fate is our fate, share, destiny, our happiness. So we returned to the word with which the lesson began)
Why do you think our lesson has such an epigraph?
All boundless Russia
We inherit like our father's house
We, Russian people, are simple,
Fed by their own labor (B. Ruchyev)
Grandmother Varvara Ionovna is a collective image of all ordinary Russian women, whose fate is to bear all the hardships on their shoulders, to keep the family hearth in difficult times.
This is our Russia itself - a long-suffering worker and martyr. And we must love our homeland, as a grandson loves his grandmother, absorbing into the flesh and blood the traditions of the family, history, speech.
Reflection stage.
What did you like most about the story?
What were you thinking about when the conversation was about the heroine of the story - grandmother?
What would you ask your grandmother?
Monitoring. Determining the level of comprehension of the text. Creating a cluster. "The meaning of the story's title."
A patchwork quilt is a concrete household item
- a symbol of craftsmanship, home comfort, folk talent, beauty
- symbol of the unification of generations
- symbol of human life
- symbol of history
Homework:
1. Essay - reasoning “The meaning of the title of E. Nosov’s story “Patchwork Quilt” based on a cluster.
2. Talk with grandmothers about your parents’ childhood, about her childhood, youth; After all, you can study the history of the country from the stories of our grandmothers. Maybe you too would like to write the story “The Story Grandma Told”
Final words from the teacher.
I also remembered my grandmother, my storyteller, my Arina Rodionovna, and her stories - after all, she was born in 1913, even before the revolution, and was orphaned early. And all the historical cataclysms of the 20th century affected her life. The most important thing is that you need to have time to listen to your grandmothers while they are around.
Human life
Story
patchwork quilt
Comfort, talent,
skill, beauty
Connection of generations
ANNEX 1.
TASKS (for the first group):
MAYBE -
VYAZENKI -
DOSI -
ZASTYA –
PORTRAIT OF GRANDMOTHER
What parts of speech are there in the portrait of the grandmother? Count the number of verbs and verb forms. Why are there so many of them in the grandmother’s portrait?
What features of the grandmother does the grandson emphasize?
The word "EAST"
Assignment: find synonyms for this word.
GRANDMOTHER'S SPEECH
How does grandma conduct this evening conversation? Find the definition of grandmother's voice in the text.
The grandmother “asks”: “So how long have we finished reading our book?” The verb QUESTION belongs to the high style. Why does the author use it?
APPENDIX 2.
Evgeny Nosov “Patchwork Quilt”
TASKS (for the second group):
Explain the words using V.I. Dahl’s dictionary:
STOVE –
PRIPECHEK –
PAWNS –
PORTRAIT OF GRANDMOTHER
What details of the grandmother’s appearance does the grandson emphasize?
What do these details tell about your grandmother?
The word "EAST"
Assignment: indicate the etymology of the word (using the words of V.I. Dahl and the “Etymological Dictionary of the Russian Language by N. Shansky”).
GRANDMOTHER'S SPEECH
What is the relationship between grandmother and grandfather?
A) Find words in which this relationship is expressed.
B) Compare:
Grandmother: “...they let us go, thank God, in peace.”
Grandson: “I like that grandfather was escorted out of St. Petersburg.”
Draw a conclusion about your attitude towards your grandfather.
In what words does the grandmother convey her attitude towards her grandson?
APPENDIX 3.
Evgeny Nosov “Patchwork Quilt”
TASKS (for the third group)
Explain the words using V.I. Dahl’s dictionary:
KAGANETS –
MUG –
OKROMYA –
PORTRAIT OF GRANDMOTHER
How does grandma perform all her actions? Find adverbs and adjectives in the text that characterize the grandmother’s actions.
The word "EAST"
Assignment: find the definition of this word in S. Ozhegov’s dictionary.
GRANDMOTHER'S SPEECH
What style of words are often found in grandmother's speech? Why?
Explain the words: REINVERSED, OKAZIA, PIECE (chintz), KHVOROBA, GIG, CLAMP, BASHLYK.
What words (find in the text) show the imagery and poetry of the grandmother’s speech?
patchwork quilt
From distant distances
My grandmother Varvara Ionovna had a blanket made from various scraps of material.
Grandma sometimes sewed simple peasant clothes: pants and shirts, sweaters and sundresses, and all sorts of things for us kids. From this, scraps remained, from which the grandmother cut identical joints, sewed them in pairs into squares, and from the squares a cheerful multi-colored cloth was obtained, which served as the top of a cotton quilted blanket.
I lie under its cozy thickness and wait for my grandmother to come to me. And she’s on her feet almost at the first rooster, still busy around the house: rinsing something, putting cow’s swill in the oven, covering the bread on the table with a towel, sorting it into pairs and stuffing knitting and fur mittens into the stoves. And after all, she extinguishes the lamp, lighting the kagan, which she put together from a bottle, a raw potato circle and a cotton wick. Covering the timid tongue of fire with her palm, similar to a pumpkin seed, she places the kagan on a high stove so that it immediately illuminates the kitchen, where under a bench with buckets of Seim water, a goose planted on eggs quietly rustles with basket hay, and the adjacent walk-through room with her grandmother’s wooden bed , above which in the corner in a wide gilded frame hung the stern face of Nikola. Finally, grandma comes into our room and, standing in front of Nikola, takes off her jacket with a deft cross of her hands, then throws off her long, toe-length skirt to the floor and walks barefoot outside her circle. All in white, with bare shoulders and arms, she begins to quickly and incomprehensibly whisper something to the holy saint, flickering from the moving light on the stove, at the same time not forgetting to unravel her braid, the half-gray remnant of the once ripe wheat beauty, throwing it over her sunken chest and dexterously, by touch, fingering strands and silk ribbons. And, bending over herself three times with a wide cross, and at the same time poking me from afar with a pinch, she hastily climbs under the blanket and, having grown cold in front of the icon, passionately clings to me, warm, settled under the cotton canopy.
Having subdued her breathing and gotten used to it, the grandmother lifts the blanket with her knees, makes a sloping cellar out of it, above which the doorposts are clearly visible, and in the quiet and peaceful voice of a person who has finished the day and got to bed, asks:
So how far have we finished reading our book?
About the blue joint.
Have you already reached it? But did you mention this one? About blue bells? About mom's first dress? She was a big girl, but everything was out of place, everything was altered and altered. Here, just before Trinity, here are Chinese peddlers with goods. And in the village this is such an opportunity. The women drop everything and run out into the street. Well, the Chinese know what to do. One piece of calico is rolled out right on the grass - a May meadow, and that’s all! They dissolve another one - and even more beautiful. Your mother grabbed your hand, tugged, tugged painfully: buy it, buy it... Or didn’t she tell you about that?
It’s already been about bells, I remember.
Ah, well, then let's move on. This joint, which is paired with bells, you see, there are white grains sprinkled on the blue, sort of like stars in the night sky, it’s from my grandfather’s shirt. And he brought it back from the German war. They were standing near Riga then. Yes, the Germans drove them away from there, from the Courland land, hungry and without ammunition. Yes, that’s how the pawns retreated. Your grandfather bled from his leg, his wet and dirty footcloths caused him to get sick, his leg was swollen right up to his groin. They put us in a gig with other wounded, took us to some station, and from there to St. Petersburg itself. And then the tsar was soon pushed out, the revolution began. Grandfather, right there on crutches, was elected to some committee. Well, since you have chosen, let’s jump and jump. Well, I jumped and almost lost my leg. They wrote him off clean and released him, thank God, in peace.
I don’t like that grandfather was escorted out of St. Petersburg and that, it turns out, he did not participate in the storming of the Winter Palace.
What a winter for you! - Grandma begs. - I even go to the neighbors with chicken: the man is at home, but there is no one to kill. No, he’s not my hero, he’s not a hero, I won’t lie.” And in a calm, kind voice he continues: “And I’ve seen so many different things.” God forbid what happened to him, dear one. When I came home, the whites nearly chopped him up with sabers, they found the master’s collar in the barn... Well, okay, good night about that, Queen of Heaven. From those times, besides this flap, the crutch remained somewhere in the attic. And also a soldier's cap.
Is this a bayonet? - I cry jubilantly.
Nope! This is a cloth sack with wings. They put it on top of a hat in a snowstorm. When grandpa comes home from the night, from the stables, you ask nicely. Perhaps he will show you the head. And then he’ll let you vilify me.
I silently nod dreamily.
Well... So let's move on. But this, my granddaughter, this scrap... - The grandmother sighs and, putting out a thin, whip-like, bluish hand with a dark brush, as if made of bark, strokes for a long time the light, unremarkable triangle.
So what? - I fiddle with my grandmother, who suddenly fell silent. - And grandmother?
Grandma doesn't answer. I squint in bewilderment, imagining that she was overcome by a sudden dream. But she is not sleeping, and I see how in the dark eye socket the moisture accumulated there flickers like dull tin.
I fall silent, and she, taking a deep breath, lowers her knees and destroys the blanket closet.
I had a girl,” she sighs, crossing herself again, and, turning and pulling the patchwork blanket over me, says in a warm, familiar whisper: “Sleep, calm down.” Tomorrow we'll remember something else...