My brother and I, when dandelions ripen, had constant fun with them. We used to go somewhere to our trade - he is in front, I am in the heel.
"Seryozha!" - I will call him busily. He'll look back, and I'll blow a dandelion right in his face. For this, he begins to watch for me and, as you gape, he also fuknet. And so we plucked these uninteresting flowers just for fun. But once I managed to make a discovery.
We lived in the village, in front of the window we had a meadow, all golden from many blooming dandelions. It was very beautiful. Everyone said: “Very beautiful! The meadow is golden. One day I got up early to fish and noticed that the meadow was not golden, but green. When I returned home around noon, the meadow was again all golden. I began to observe. By evening the meadow turned green again. Then I went and found a dandelion, and it turned out that he squeezed his petals, as if our fingers were yellow from the side of the palm of our hand and, clenched into a fist, we would close the yellow. In the morning, when the sun rose, I saw how dandelions open their palms, and from this the meadow becomes golden again.
Since then, the dandelion has become one of the most interesting flowers for us, because dandelions went to bed with us children and got up with us.
My brother and I, when dandelions ripen, had constant fun with them. Sometimes, we go somewhere to our craft, he is in front, I am in the heel.
"Seryozha!" - I will call him in a businesslike manner. He'll look back, and I'll blow a dandelion right in his face. For this, he begins to watch for me and, as you gape, he also fuknet. And so we plucked these uninteresting flowers just for fun. But once I managed to make a discovery.
We lived in the village, in front of the window we had a meadow, all golden from many blooming dandelions. It was very beautiful. Everyone said: “Very beautiful! Golden Meadow. One day I got up early to fish and noticed that the meadow was not golden, but green. When I returned home around noon, the meadow was again all golden. I began to observe. By evening the meadow turned green again. Then I went and found a dandelion, and it turned out that he squeezed his petals, as if our fingers were yellow from the side of the palm of our hand and, clenched into a fist, we would close the yellow. In the morning, when the sun rose, I saw how dandelions open their palms and from this the meadow becomes golden again.
Since then, the dandelion has become one of the most interesting flowers for us, because dandelions went to bed with us children and got up with us.
M. PRISHVIN "GOLDEN MEADOW" (RETELLING)
Age: children 6-7 years old, preparatory group.
Target: The development of coherent speech (dialogical and monologue forms) and free communication with adults and children.
Tasks:
Teach children to retell a literary text;
Introduce new concepts
To develop the ability to emotionally respond to the beauty of nature and the content of a literary work;
Develop communication skills of interaction with adults and children (the ability to listen and hear others).
Equipment:
Portrait of the writer M. Prishvin. M. Prishvin's book with the story "Golden Meadow", photos or pictures depicting dandelions, "dandelions" made of paper and pieces of cotton wool for breathing exercises.
Organizing time:
Game "Wish"
Look at me, in my hands imagine the sun. It is warm, affectionate. Let's pass this good sun to each other and wish each other something good for today's game.
Guys, today we have tomeeting an amazing person. Most of all he loved children and nature. Take a look at his portrait (display). This is a portrait of the writer Mikhail Prishvin. I will read to you the story of the writer Mikhail Prishvin, which is called "Golden Meadow". But who will be the main character of the story, will tell you mystery:
Burned in the dewy grass
The flower is golden.
Then faded, faded.
And turned into fluff. (Dandelion)
What words in the riddle gave you the correct answer?
So which plant will be the hero of the story "Golden Meadow"?
What do you know about this flower?
Vocabulary work.
In the story you will meet unfamiliar words. Let's immediately find out what they mean so that everything is clear to you:
fishing - getting something. What kind of fishing could the guys do in the forest, what could they get there?
Go to heel - follow each other.
Fukat - blow.
Breathing exercise "Blow on a dandelion"
Let's try to blow ourselves, while uttering "fu".
On a bright sunny day
Golden blossomed flower.
Light breeze blowing -
Our flower swayed.
A strong wind is blowing -
Petals care.
(Children blow on dandelion petals with different strengths and observe the intensity of the movement of the petals.)
Fluffy white ball.
Showed off in a clean field.
Blow on it a little
There was a flower - and there is no flower.
(Then they blow on the “dandelion” cotton wool without puffing out the cheeks.)
Main part:
Sit back and listen carefully.
Reading the story of Mikhail Prishvin "Golden Meadow"
“My brother and I, when dandelions ripen, had constant fun with them. We used to go somewhere to our trade - he was ahead, I was in the heel. "Serezha!" - I will call him busily. He'll look back, and I'll blow a dandelion right in his face. For this, he begins to watch for me and, as you gape, he also fuknet. And so we plucked these uninteresting flowers just for fun. But once I managed to make a discovery. We lived in the village, in front of the window we had a meadow, all golden from many blooming dandelions. It was very beautiful. Everyone said: “Very beautiful! The meadow is golden.” One day I got up early to fish and noticed that the meadow was not golden, but green. When I returned home around noon, the meadow was again all golden. I began to observe. By evening the meadow turned green again. Then I went and found a dandelion, and it turned out that he squeezed his petals, as it does not matter if your fingers were yellow from the side of your palm and, clenched into a fist, we would close the yellow. In the morning, when the sun rose, I saw dandelions open their palms, and from this the meadow became golden again. Since then, the dandelion has become one of the most interesting flowers for us, because dandelions went to bed with us children, and got up with us.”
Questions about the content of the story:
- What did I read to you? (story)
- Why do you think this is a story? (there is no magic in it, everything is like in life).
- What is this story about? about nature, about the golden meadow)
- What fun did the brothers have with dandelions?
- Where did the brothers live?
- What was the meadow like early in the morning? On midday? In the evening?
- What does the author compare dandelion petals to? (with human palm)
- Why did the dandelion become an interesting flower for children?
- Now come up with a definition for the word "dandelion". What is he? (yellow, white, fluffy, silver, light)
- Can a boy be called an observant person who loves nature? (the boy is observant, because when he went fishing in the morning, he noticed that the meadow was green, and when he returned, the meadow was golden). And he managed to reveal the secret of these flowers.
- Why do you think Mikhail Prishvin called his story "Golden Meadow"?
- And what else can be a meadow? (colorful, cheerful, beautiful)
- Guys, I will read the story to you again, be careful and try to remember it.
Retelling.
Attention game - "morning, afternoon, evening"
At the command "morning", the children squat, as dandelions squeeze their petals; on the command "day" they get up, bloom like dandelions, and on the command "evening" they squat again.
Fizminutka "Dandelion"
Dandelion, dandelion! (squat, then slowly rise)
The stem is thin, like a finger.
If the wind is fast-fast (They scatter in different directions)
Will fly into the meadow,
Everything around will rustle. (They say "shhhhhhhhhhh")
dandelion stamens
They will scatter in a round dance (Join hands and walk in a circle)
And merge with the sky.
Summary of the lesson.
Communicative game "interview"
Guys, and now, I offer you the game "Interview". We will choose a correspondent and a reporter (one is interviewing, the other is filming).
Did you enjoy the games?
What did you do today?
What writer did you meet? What story did you read?
Who is the hero of the story?
Do you like dandelion?
Have you ever fucked him?
Guys, I am very glad that you liked both the story and the games. In the evening, tell your parents what you learned today. And in the library, take the books of M. Prishvin and read with your parents.
Dandelion talk
Dandelion is one of the first to appear in spring, like a yellow sun in young green grass. In the morning on a sunny meadow without a clock, you can find out the time. At 5-6 o'clock the sun rises and the dandelions open. By evening, the yellow lights go out and close. The dandelion loves the sun so much that it does not take its eyes off it - it turns its flower head after it. But dandelions are not always yellow, like the sun. Time passes, and yellow petals are replaced by white fluffs. White fluffs are seeds. The wind is blowing, the seeds are scattered far, far in different directions. They fall to the ground and grow. New flowers appear. Dandelion is a medicinal plant. medicinal plant- This is a plant that is used in medicine for treatment. Dandelion leaves and roots are used to treat coughs and improve appetite.
And people make delicious jam from dandelion flowers. And not only people use dandelions. Bees, bumblebees and butterflies love to fly to dandelions. They eat dandelion sweet nectar. And the bees then make dandelion honey out of it - thick and fragrant.
Let's not pick dandelions and keep the beauty. And the bees will thank us for saving flowers for them. And we will admire the beauty of this flower, and of all nature, as the writer Mikhail Prishvin was able to do. You have yet to get acquainted with many of his works, but in each of them he sees the amazing and beautiful in nature. All nature at Mikhail Prishvin becomes alive: dandelions, how people fall asleep in the evenings and wake up in the mornings, the forest knows how to whisper, and animals and birds talk, a mushroom, like a hero, breaks out from under the leaves.
But Mikhail Prishvin urges his readers not only to admire nature, but also to protect it. The heroes of Prishvin never offend the defenseless and harmless. On the contrary, they protect them: in the story "The Frog" a man saves a traveling frog, in the story "Zhurka" he grows a crane, and in the story "Khromka" he heals a lame duck.
This concludes our lesson. I will put a book with stories by Mikhail Prishvin in the library of our group, and you can look at illustrations for his stories or take home to read with your parents.
In the summer we had one fun. My friend and I always walked together: he was in front, and I was in the back. And so I will call his name, he will turn around, and I will direct a stream of air with dandelion seeds at him. In retaliation, he waits for the right moment and blows on me. We didn't take these flowers seriously, we plucked them without counting for fun!
But, one day, I learned an interesting fact about them.
Near the village house, we had a view of a sunny field filled with many dandelions. When I had to get up at sunrise to go fishing, the clearing was dark green. Returning, the color of the observed object was again bright yellow. By evening, the meadow again changed to green color. Taking a closer look at the magic flower, I realized that it clenched its petals like a fist. Early in the morning, after sunrise, the meadow was covered with gold. Therefore, to this day, for me, dandelion is an interesting plant that sleeps and gets up as we do.
The idea of the work: Love nature, be attentive, develop the ability to observe. Treat all living things with care and sensitivity.
A picture or drawing of a golden meadow
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My brother and I, when dandelions ripen, had constant fun with them. We used to go somewhere to our craft - he was in front, I was in the heel.
Seryozha! - I will call him in a businesslike manner. He'll look back, and I'll blow a dandelion right in his face. For this, he begins to watch for me and, as you gape, he also fuknet. And so we plucked these uninteresting flowers just for fun. But once I managed to make a discovery.
We lived in the village, in front of the window we had a meadow, all golden from many blooming dandelions. It was very beautiful. Everyone said: Very beautiful! The meadow is golden.
One day I got up early to fish and noticed that the meadow was not golden, but green. When I returned home around noon, the meadow was again all golden. I began to observe. By evening the meadow turned green again. Then I went and found a dandelion, and it turned out that he squeezed his petals, as if your fingers were yellow on the side of your palm and, clenched into a fist, we would close the yellow. In the morning, when the sun rose, I saw dandelions open their palms, and from this the meadow became golden again.
Since then, the dandelion has become one of the most interesting flowers for us, because dandelions went to bed with us children and got up with us.
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Mikhail Prishvin. Stories.
Golden meadow. We read for free online.