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Forest Tales - Nikolai Sladkov. Open Library - an open library of educational information Interesting fairy tales - cartoons for children about spring

Birds and animals have suffered from the hard winter. Whatever the day - a blizzard, whatever the night - frost. Winter has no end in sight. The Bear fell asleep in the den. I forgot, probably, that it's time for him to roll over to the other side.

There is a forest sign: as the Bear rolls over to the other side, so the sun will turn to the summer.

The patience of birds and animals has burst. Send the Bear to wake up:

- Hey, Bear, it's time! Winter is over for everyone! We missed the sun. Roll over, roll over, bed sores, I suppose?

The bear does not hum in response: it doesn’t move, it doesn’t stir. Know snoring.

- Oh, to beat him in the back of the head! exclaimed the Woodpecker. - I suppose it would immediately move!

“No, no,” moaned the Elk, “you have to be respectful, respectful with him. Hey, Mikhailo Potapych! Hear us, we tearfully ask and beg: roll over, at least slowly, on the other side! Life is not nice. We, moose, are standing in an aspen forest, like cows in a stall: you can’t take a step to the side. The snow is deep in the forest! Trouble if the wolves sniff out about us.

The bear moved his ear, grumbles through his teeth:

- And what do I care about you, moose! The deep snow is good for me: it’s warm and I sleep peacefully.

Here the White Partridge wailed:

- Aren't you ashamed, Bear? All the berries, all the bushes with buds were covered with snow - what do you order us to peck? Well, why should you roll over on the other side, hurry up the winter? Hop - and you're done!

And the Bear is his:

- Even funny! You are tired of winter, and I turn over from side to side! Well, what do I care about the kidneys and berries? I have a supply of fat under the skin.

The squirrel endured, endured - could not endure:

- Oh, you shaggy mattress, it's too lazy to roll over, you see! And you would have jumped on the branches with ice cream, you would have skinned your paws to the blood, like me! .. Roll over, couch potato, I count to three: one, two, three!

- Four five six! Bear laughs. - That scared me! And well - shoo otsedova! You interfere with sleep.

The animals tucked their tails in, the birds hung their noses - they began to disperse. And then out of the snow the Mouse suddenly leaned out and how it squeaked:

- So big, but scared? Is it really necessary to talk to him, short-haired, like that? He doesn't understand well or badly. It is necessary with him in our way, in a mouse way. You ask me - I will turn it over in an instant!

Are you a bear? the animals gasped.

- With one left paw! Mouse boasts.

The Mouse darted into the den - let's tickle the Bear.

Runs on it, scratches with claws, bites with teeth. The Bear twitched, squealed like a piglet, kicked his legs.

- Oh, I can't! - howls. - Oh, I'll roll over, just don't tickle! Oh-ho-ho-ho! A-ha-ha-ha!

And the steam from the lair is like smoke from a chimney.

The mouse leaned out and squeaked:

- Turned over like a little one! I would have been told a long time ago.

Well, as the Bear turned over on the other side, the sun immediately turned to the summer. Every day - the sun is higher, every day - spring is closer. Every day - brighter, more fun in the forest!

Forest rustles

Perch and Burbot

H odes under the ice! All fish are sleepy - you alone, Burbot, cheerful and playful. What's wrong with you, huh?

- And the fact that for all fish in winter - winter, but for me, Burbot, in winter - summer! You, perches, doze, and we, burbots, play weddings, caviar with a sword, rejoice, have fun!

- Come on, perch brothers, to Burbot for the wedding! We will disperse our sleep, have fun, have a bite of burbot caviar ...

Otter and Raven

- Tell me, Raven, wise bird, why do people burn a fire in the forest?

- I did not expect, Otter, from you such a question. They got wet in the stream, froze, so they kindled a fire. They warm up by the fire.

- Strange ... But in winter I always bask in the water. There is never frost in the water!

Hare and Vole

- Frost and blizzard, snow and cold. If you want to smell the green grass, nibble on the juicy leaves, endure until spring. And where else is that spring - beyond the mountains and beyond the seas ...

- Not beyond the seas, Hare, spring, not far off, but under your feet! Dig the snow to the ground - there is a green lingonberry, and a cuff, and a strawberry, and a dandelion. And sniff and eat.

Badger and Bear

- What, Bear, are you still sleeping?

- I'm sleeping, Badger, I'm sleeping. So, brother, I accelerated - the fifth month without waking up. All sides lay down!

- Or maybe, Bear, it's time for us to get up?

- It's not time. Sleep some more.

- And we will not oversleep spring with you from acceleration?

- Do not be afraid! She, brother, will wake you up.

- And what is she - will she knock on us, sing a song, or maybe tickle our heels? I, Misha, fear is heavy on the rise!

- Whoa! You'll jump up! She, Borya, will give you a bucket of water under the sides - I suppose you won’t lie down! Sleep while dry.

Magpie and Dipper

- Oh-oh-oh, Olyapka, did you think of swimming in the wormwood?!

And swim and dive!

- Will you freeze?

- My pen is warm!

- Will you get wet?

- I have a water-repellent feather!

- Will you drown?

- I can swim!

- BUT … but … Are you hungry after swimming?

- Aya, for this I dive, to have a bite with a water bug!

winter debts

Sparrow chirped on a dunghill - and jumps! And the Crow croaks with its nasty voice:

- What, Sparrow, rejoiced at, why chirped?

“The wings itch, Crow, the nose itches,” Sparrow replies. - Passion to fight hunting! And don't croak here, don't spoil my spring mood!

- I'll ruin it! - Crow does not lag behind. How can I ask a question!

- In scared!

- And I'll scare you. Did you peck crumbs in the garbage in the winter?

- Pecked.

- Did you pick up grain at the barnyard?

- Picked.

- Did you have lunch in the bird cafeteria near the school?

Thanks guys for feeding me.

- That's it! - Crow yells. “What are you thinking of paying for all this?” With your chirping?

- Am I the only one who used it? Sparrow was confused. - And the Tit was there, and the Woodpecker, and the Magpie, and the Jackdaw. And you, Crow, were...

- Do not confuse others! - Crow wheezes. - You answer for yourself. Borrowed - give back! Like all decent birds do.

- Decent, maybe they do, - Sparrow got angry. “But are you doing it, Crow?”

- I'll cry first! Do you hear the tractor plowing in the field? And after him, I choose all kinds of root beetles and root rodents from the furrow. And Magpie and Jackdaw help me. And looking at us, other birds are trying.

“You don’t vouch for others either!” - Sparrow rests. - Others may have forgotten to think.

But the Crow does not let up:

- And you fly and check!

Sparrow flew to check. He flew into the garden - there the Tit lives in a new nest box.

- Congratulations on your new home! Sparrow says. - For joy, I suppose I forgot about the debts!

- Do not forget, Sparrow, that you are! - Replies Sinica. - The guys treated me with delicious lard in the winter, and I will treat them with sweet apples in the fall. I guard the garden from codling moths and leafworms.

- For what need, Sparrow, did you fly into the forest to me?

“Yes, they demand payment from me,” Sparrow chirps. - And you, Woodpecker, how do you pay? BUT?

“I’m trying so hard,” Woodpecker answers. - I protect the forest from woodworms and bark beetles. I fight them without sparing my stomach! Even got fat...

“Look at you,” Sparrow thought. - I thought...

Sparrow returned to the dunghill and said to the Crow:

- Yours, hag, the truth! All for winter debts work out. Am I worse than others? How can I start feeding my chicks with mosquitoes, horseflies and flies! So that the bloodsuckers do not bite these guys! I'll pay back my debts!

He said so and let's jump up and chirp again on the dunghill. As long as there is free time. Until the sparrows hatch in the nest.

Polite Jackdaw

I have many acquaintances among wild birds. I know one sparrow. He is all white - an albino. You can immediately distinguish him in a flock of sparrows: everyone is gray, but he is white.

I know forty. I distinguish this one by impudence. In winter, it used to be that people hung food out the window, so she would immediately fly in and ruffle everything.

But I noticed one jackdaw for her politeness.

There was a blizzard.

In early spring there are special blizzards - solar. Snow whirlwinds curl in the air, everything sparkles and rushes! Stone houses look like rocks. There is a snowstorm at the top, from the roofs, as from mountains, snowy waterfalls flow. Icicles from the wind grow in different directions, like a shaggy beard of Santa Claus.

And above the eaves, under the roof, there is a secluded place. There, two bricks fell out of the wall. In this recess, my jackdaw settled down. All black, only on the neck is a gray collar. The jackdaw basked in the sun and even pecked at some tidbit. Cubby!

If I were that jackdaw, I wouldn't give up this place to anyone!

And suddenly I see: another one flies up to my big jackdaw, smaller and dimmer in color. Jump-jump on the ledge. Wag your tail! She sat opposite my jackdaw and looked. The wind flutters it - so it wrings its feathers, so it whips with white grits!

My jackdaw grabbed a piece of her beak - and walked out of the recess onto the ledge! I gave way to a stranger's warm place!

And someone else's jackdaw grabs a piece from my beak - and on her warm place. She pressed someone else's piece with her paw - she pecks. Here is shameless!

My jackdaw on the eaves - under the snow, in the wind, without food. The snow cuts her, the wind wrings her feathers. And she, fool, suffers! Does not kick out the little one.

“Probably,” I think, “someone else’s jackdaw is very old, so they give way to her place. Or maybe this is a well-known and respected jackdaw? Or maybe she is small, but remote - a fighter. I didn't understand anything then...

And recently I see: both jackdaws - mine and someone else's - are sitting side by side on an old chimney and both have twigs in their beaks.

Hey, let's build a nest together! Here everyone will understand.

And the little jackdaw is not at all old and not a fighter. Yes, and she is not a stranger now.

And my friend big jackdaw is not a jackdaw at all, but a gal!

But still my friend gal is very polite. I see this for the first time.

Black grouse notes

Black grouse do not sing in the forests yet. Still only writing notes. This is how they write music. One flies from a birch to a white meadow, puffs out his neck like a rooster. And mince legs in the snow, mince. He drags his half-bent wings, the snow furrows his wings - he draws musical lines.

The second black grouse will fly off and follow the first one through the snow as soon as it starts! So the points with your feet on the musical lines and arrange: “Do-re-mi-fa-sol-la-si!”

The first one immediately into the fray: do not interfere, they say, to compose! Chufyrknet on the second yes on his lines behind him: “Si-la-sol-fa-mi-re-do!”

He will drive away, raise his head up, think. He mutters, mutters, turns back and forth and writes down his mumbling on his lines with his paws. For memory.

Fun! They walk, run - line the snow with wings on musical lines. They mumble, they chime, they compose. They compose their spring songs and write them down in the snow with their legs and wings.

But soon the grouse will finish composing songs - they will begin to learn. Then they will fly up to high birch trees - from above, you can clearly see the notes! - and they will sing. Everyone will sing the same way, everyone has the same notes: grooves and crosses, crosses and grooves.

They learn everything and learn it until the snow melts. And it will come down - it does not matter: they sing from memory. During the day they sing, in the evening they sing, but especially in the morning.

They sing well, like the notes!

Whose thaw?

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.

- My! – shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!

There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

“Hey, grow up, I’ve already arrived!” In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

- Why is she yours? - Magpie chirped. - I saw it first!

“You saw it,” Rook barked, “and I dreamed about her all winter.” For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!

- What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:

- Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!

Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.

And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.

- And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you look, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

- Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

- Spring, spring, digger! - Magpie shouted peevishly.

- Knew where to please! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...

- Why do you need our thawed patch? screeched Skylark.

The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - with his eyes he sees badly! sneezed and said:

“I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

- How can you say that? Skylark was horrified. “Do you know, excavator, what spring is!”

I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I don’t need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.

- In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

“And scandals begin on thawed patches,” the Mole snorted again. – And for what? Thaw like thaw.

- Don't tell me! Magpie jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

- Sit, walk, stretch! Grach growled. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

- And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! Skylark yelled. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

- Why are you arguing then? Mole didn't understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march.

- Right! Soroka said. - And while I'm busy with seeds and beetles ...

Here the shouting and squabbling began again.

And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet spring. Sing songs, dig in the warm earth, kill the worm.

- It's time for me too! The mole said. And he fell into a place where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even to argue with no one. Where it's always dark and quiet.

N.I. Sladkov

FINAL SILENT READING SKILL TEST

Option I

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow. - My! – shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first! There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere Rook. “Hey, grow up, I’ve already arrived!” In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly! - Why is she yours? - Magpie chirped. - I saw it first! “You saw it,” Rook barked, “and I dreamed about her all winter.” For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm edges. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw! - What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, as I see it, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head! Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped: - Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you are quarreling. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs! Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings: - Why is it yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through her eyes. And maybe I was in such a hurry to get to her from the south that I almost dislocated my wings on the way. - And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you look, you can also find the shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in the winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling. Lark jumped up onto a bump, closed his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, murmured. Magpie and Rook gaped their beaks - they listened. They will never sing like that, their throat is not right, they can only chirp and croak.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled. And the Mole looked out - sniffed. - No way, did I hit the thaw hole right? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs? - Spring, spring, digger! - Magpie shouted peevishly. - Knew where to please! Grach growled suspiciously. – Even if he is blind... – Why do you need our thawed patch? screeched Skylark. The mole sniffed at Rook, Magpie, Lark - with his eyes he sees badly! - sneezed and said: - I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I hear you're bad. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You also have some kind of spring here ... - How can you say that? Skylark was horrified. “Do you know, excavator, what spring is!” I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I don’t need any spring, I have the same underground all year round. - In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily. “And scandals begin on thawed patches,” the Mole snorted again. – And for what? Thaw like thaw. - Don't tell me! Magpie jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins. - Sit, walk, stretch! Grach growled. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth! - And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! Skylark yelled. - How many thawed patches are in the field - so many larks in the sky! And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring. - Why are you arguing then? Mole didn't understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march. - Right! Soroka said. - And for now I'll take care of the seeds and beetles ... Then screams and squabbles began again. And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet spring. Sing songs, dig in the warm earth, kill the worm. - It's time for me too! The mole said. And he fell into a place where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even to argue with no one. Where it is always warm and quiet.

(661 words)

Think about the questions. Mark the answers, complete the tasks.

1. What were the birds arguing about? Write down the answer.

2. Why did Magpie consider the thawed patch to be hers?

She saw her first.
She was waiting for her.
She lived on it.

3. Why did Grach consider the thaw patch to be his?

He saw her first.
He dreamed about her all winter.
He saw many insects.

4. Why did Lark consider the thawed patch his own?

He saw her first.
He noticed a lot of spider bugs.
He was born here.

5. Why and how did the Lark rejoice? Write down the answer.

6. Why did the Mole appear on the thaw?

enjoy the arrival of spring
meet friends
push the earth out of the hole

7. How many larks are in the field? Find the answer in the text and write it down.

8. Choose the statements that are given in this text.

In the spring, thawed patches appear.
How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks in the sky.
In the spring the birds argue.
In spring, the mole crawls out of the ground.
And it’s good to sing over thawed patches!

Snow melts in spring.
Birds arrive in spring.
In the spring, thawed patches appear.
Birds argue in spring.
All living things rejoice in spring.

10. Define main idea fairy tales. Write it down.

Lesson topic: literary listening. N. Sladkov "Snow and wind". N. Sladkov "Thawed patch".

Subject goals: listen to the literary text performed by students; to attribute the work to one of the genres; meaningfully, correctly read; answer the teacher's questions on the content of the reading; correlate the author, title and characters of the read works.

On the formation of UUD:

Regulatory UUD: promote acceptance and retention of the learning task; adequately perceive the assessment of the teacher and comrades; planning your action; development of self-control when studying new material.

Cognitive UUD: promoteformationunderstanding of basic terms and concepts; identify different musical intonations; learn to think.

Communicative UUD: to promote the development of communicative and speech actions, constructive ways of interacting with others (teacher, peers); understand the possibility of different positions of other people, different from one's own, and focus on the partner's position in communication and interaction; promote positive dialogue between learners (tactfulness).

Personal: emotionally "live" the text, express their emotions;understand the emotions of the characters, sympathize, empathize.

Lesson type : getting new knowledge

Equipment: textbookL.A. Efrosinina "Literary reading(UMK"Elementary school of the 21st century"),2 class from the section"Spring, red spring..."

Lesson content.

Teacher activity

Student activities

UUD

Organizing time.

Hello guys! They stood up straight. Check your readiness for literary reading.

Prepare the workplace.

L: positive attitude towards school and learning activities.

Motivational.

Today in the lesson we will get acquainted with the biography and work of the new author, but first we will clearly repeat the tongue twisters:
Chi-chi-chi, chi-chi-chi
On Easter they give ... (cakes).
Chi-chi-chi, chi-chi-chi
They sewed a dress from ... (damage)

speak tongue twisters

R: accept and save the learning task.

Statement and decision learning objectives:

What big topic are you and I working on over several lessons? Spring is a wonderful time of the year. A time of awakening of nature, a time of hope. Many poems, songs, fairy tales and stories have been written about spring.

Look at the slide, read the name and surname of the author. Does he know you?

Read the title of the story and guess what or who it is about? (prediction)

What do these words mean?

Why are the words "Snow" and "Wind" capitalized?

- And what can happen to them in the spring?

What do you think is the goal we will set for ourselves?

Answer the teacher's questions.

R: They set educational tasks.

They predict.

Solving educational problems

Acquaintance with the work of N. I. Sladkov "Snow and Wind".

Let's eavesdrop on the conversation "Wind and Snow" in the work of N.I. Sladkov. Open your textbooks to page 103.

What time of year is described in the work?

Who are the characters in this text?

What event happened to them?

1st paragraph

Why does the Wind call Snow "Buddy"?

What does "You don't have a face" mean in the text?

2nd paragraph

Why are things so bad?

What does "Raskis completely" mean?

And why does everyone even have something when the snow dies?

3rd paragraph

Why give advice?

Did the Wind give the right advice?

Strength will be gained, and then where and when?

Was Snow happy with this advice?

Read Wind's advice to your friend.

Read again Snow's words at the beginning of the conversation.

And at the end of the text.

Is the mood different?

How do you think, can we say that the Wind is a true friend - a friend of Snow?

And now we open the reader on page 59. Who is the author of the work? What is it called?

Why did Magpie consider the thawed patch to be hers?

She saw her first.

She was waiting for her.

She lived on it.

Why did Grach consider the thaw patch to be his?

He saw her first.

He dreamed about her all winter.

He saw many insects.

Why did Lark consider the thawed patch his own?

He saw her first.

He noticed a lot of spider bugs.

He was born here.

Why did the Mole appear on the thaw?

enjoy the arrival of spring

meet friends

push the earth out of the hole

Spring.

Snow and wind

The snow has begun to melt.

Considers a friend, they spent the winter together.

Ill, sick...

Doesn't want to melt the snow.

Melted almost.

Everyone is happy about spring, waiting for the snow to melt.

When they want to help.

Under the action of heat, it will rise from the seas and oceans into clouds and snow in winter.

Yes.

Tai quickly, flow into streams and rivers and swim to warm seaside resorts to rest and gain strength.

Things are bad, Wind, - I'm evaporating ......

Oh - yo - yoy, flowed!

Got better!

Yes!

L: educational and cognitive interest in the new learning material; assessment of life situations and actions of heroes;

K: cooperate with peers in the implementation of common learning tasks;

P: analyze and compare the information received, be able to rely on your own life experience;

K: participate in dialogue, polylogue; listen to the opinions of others; defend your point of view;

Communicative: listen and perceive the speech of the teacher

K: formulate your thoughts in extended oral speech; participate in dialogue, polylogue; listen to the opinions of others; defend your point of view;

self-expression: monologue statements of various types;

Lesson summary

What was the topic of our lesson?

What works have we met?

Who wrote them?

Who is Nikolai Sladkov?

Anwser the questions

Summarize the lesson

K: formulate your thoughts in extended oral speech;

Homework

Write down d.z

Reflection

Tell the diagram about what today's lesson gave you.
I got it,
I understand but not all
-I didn't understand a lot.
Did you like the lesson?

Summing up the lesson what was achieved in the lesson

L: participation in the creative, creative process.

Whose thaw? (read with illustrations)

Nikolai Sladkov
Whose thaw?

I saw Forty-first thawed patch - a dark speck on white snow.

My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I saw it first!

There are seeds on the thawed patch, spider bugs swarm, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes fled, and her beak was already open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, grow up, already arrived! In winter, she roamed through the crow's garbage dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - chirped Magpie. - I saw it first!

You saw, - Rook barked, - and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles to her in a hurry! For her sake, he left the warm countries. Without her, I wouldn't be here. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw!

What is he croaking here! - Magpie rumbled. - All winter in the south, he warmed himself, basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I froze all winter, rushed from the garbage heap to the landfill, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that one is taken away. You, Rook, are only dark in appearance, but you are on your own mind. Shoo from the thawed patch until it pecked at the crown of the head!

Lark flew up to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped:

Spring, the sun, the sky is clear, and you quarrel. And where - on my thaw! Do not overshadow the joy of meeting her. I want songs!

Magpie and Rook only fluttered their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. Magpie waited for her all winter, looked through all her eyes.

And maybe I was in such a hurry from the south to her that I almost dislocated my wings on the way.

And I was born on it! squeaked the Lark. - If you search, you can also find shells from the egg from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and reluctance to sing. And now the song is torn from the beak - even the tongue is trembling.

They would probably have listened for a long time, languishing in the spring sun, but suddenly the earth trembled under their feet, swelled up like a tubercle and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffed.

Did you hit the thaw hole right away? So it is: the earth is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells... Phew! Does it smell like spring? Spring, is it cha, are you upstairs?

Spring, spring, digger! - grumpy shouted Magpie.

Knew where to go! Grach growled suspiciously. Even if you're blind...

Why do you need our thaw? creaked Skylark.

The mole sniffed at the Rook, at the Magpie, at the Lark - he sees badly with his eyes! sneezed and said:

I don't need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. Here I will push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: it's bad for you. Quarrel, almost fight. Moreover, it is light, dry, and the air is fresh. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You still have some kind of spring here ...

How can you say that? - Lark was horrified. - Do you know, excavator, what spring is!

I don't know and I don't want to know! Mole snorted. - I do not need any spring, I have the same underground all year round.

In the spring, thawed patches appear, - Magpie, Lark and Rook said dreamily.

And scandals begin on thawed patches, - the Mole snorted again. - And for what? Thaw like thaw.

Don't tell! Soroka jumped up. - And the seeds? And the beetles? Are the sprouts green? All winter without vitamins.

Sit, walk, stretch! Grach barked. - Digging with your nose in the warm earth!

And it’s good to sing over thawed patches! - Skylark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone sings! There is nothing better than a thaw in spring.

Lovely and touching stories about forest animals with wonderful, colorful illustrations. Together with the heroes of this book, funny and kind little animals, the child will go on a wonderful journey through the magical world of a fairy tale.