In school notebooks and strive to penetrate blots. They do not doze, they wait for the moment. Often blots lurk somewhere, and then crawl out. Sometimes blots freely walk through our notebooks ...
Tale about Pomarka
There were blots. They did not have their faraway kingdom, faraway state. They lived in school notebooks and constantly hid. Some blots hid all their lives and never came out. This happened mainly in the notebooks of excellent students. And some blots lived freely, walked where they wanted. This was observed, as a rule, in notebooks of three students.
Vasya Metelkin fought a real battle with blots. He wanted to know where they came from.
... Here he slowly begins to write, displays one word, the second ... Then - bang! - starts to rush, makes a mistake, and here it is, a blot, ready, right there.
Once Vasya even burst into tears from annoyance. Suddenly he hears someone say to him:
Are you crying because of me?
Vasya raised his eyes. Nobody was welcome. He pinched his arm and stopped crying.
And then he realized that Pomarka herself was talking to him.
- That's where you come from, why do I have all the dictations with blots? Vasya shouted.
“And you yourself are to blame,” said Pomarka. - You start fussing, jumping up, getting angry at someone it’s not clear, biting your nails, in general, doing whatever you want, but just not calmly writing a dictation.
Vasya thought. Or maybe it's really his own fault?
During school holidays, Vasya conducted an experiment. He sat down at the table and took out his watch. When they showed 9 o'clock, the dictation began. The grandmother dictated, and the boy wrote. At first, he had a lot of blots, and even more disturbing thoughts in his head:
Ah, the dictation! How exciting! It's a control job. And on tests, I always worry.
But gradually Vasya accustomed himself to the idea that he should write calmly, drive away disturbing thoughts. The boy cultivated his willpower. He learned to write almost without blots. And it was his victory!
One day Pomarka came to the boy, and he was not happy to see her. But Pomarka, ignoring the boy's bad mood, told him:
- Let's see each other as little as possible at school, and only meet at home, in drafts. Let's chat about this and that, and then you will continue to study, and I will hide, as usual. Because the more I hide, the better.
...Vasya sometimes talks to Pomarka, only at home. While no one sees.
But Vasya knows that you have to keep your eyes peeled for blots!
Questions and tasks for the fairy tale
Where do blots live?
Why did Vasya write dictations with blots?
How did Vasya meet the talking blot?
How did Vasya train his willpower?
Draw a blot.
What proverbs fit the story?
The main victory is a victory over yourself.
Hurry up for a good deed, the bad will not keep up with you.
Tie the problem with string.
The main idea of the fairy tale is that if you have some kind of problem, then you need to take the time to solve this problem, look for ways out how to get rid of it. Vasya found time during the holidays, attracted his grandmother, and entered into a real battle with blots. He wanted to write dictations without blots, and he achieved great success!
The fairy tale about the school is a fairy tale about real miracles, good deeds, amazing transformations. School is magic...
"Magic School"
Fairy tale author: Iris Revue
Once five letters - A, K, L, O, W came together and decided to form a new word. They got the word "school". They scrawled it on the ground with a twig. Soon, builders arrived at this place and built a building, which they also called the "school". Under the cover of night textbooks, globes, notebooks, pencil cases, pencils, brushes, and erasers entered the school. School desks, school boards came here.
And soon the knowledgeable people came.
“Let’s teach children in this building called “school,” they decided. - After all, if we do not teach the younger generation various wisdom, then who will make new discoveries, move the world forward, go to unknown planets, treat people in a new way?
And since we will teach, we will be called "teachers", and the children - "students," they decided.
Soon, in this building, called "school", real miracles began to happen. Children from ignoramuses turned into smart ones. Their knowledge base used to be small, but it has become big!
In addition, from small children they gradually turned into big, adult, smart people.
And such miracles happened every year. The name "magic" was assigned to the school. The school is still standing. Children study there.
... This is the story told to me by five ordinary letters - A, K, L, O, W, which once upon a time formed a new word "school".
Questions for the fairy tale about the school
What letters form the word "school"?
Who built the school?
Who is the teacher at school and who is the student?
What miraculous transformations are taking place at school?
Who are the ignoramuses and who are the wise men?
Can you call your school magical? And why?
What do you like most about school?
Fairy tale "In the school kingdom-state"
A story about a school, teachers and students. What could be better for a Teacher's Day holiday or any other school event!
Tale for Teacher's Day
can also be successfully used at a graduation party at school, a New Year's concert, congratulations to teachers on March 8 and for many other occasions. A short, funny scene about school. Or a miniature performance - the point is not in the genre, but in the fact that skits on a school theme and performances for teachers staged by students are always successful and popular. Characters:
Tsar Diary;
Minister of education;
Guard;
Reader;
1st Col;
2nd Col;
Deuce;
1st Troyak;
2nd Troyak;
Four;
1st Five;
2nd Five.
In the center of the scene is a throne for the king, near which stands a guard; There is a map hanging on the wall.
Reader.
In some school state
The king's diary sat on the kingdom.
And early one morning
Visit other countries
The king thought. And decree
He scribbled the same hour.
(Unrolls the scroll, reads the decree.)
"To complete the visit
I need a suit like this
To the far side
I wouldn't be embarrassed.
To have visitors
Not fools, not buzzers,
Not lazy, not flatterers,
And as it should - well done!
I order everyone to come to me,
So that everyone can stand out
Show your mind and stuff.
Everyone to appear before the royal eyes!
The dude leaves. The king enters and sits on the throne. He is followed by the Minister of Education.
Minister (to the king).
I am the Minister of Education
I announce with glee:
At your apartment
The first two contenders
Tsar.
The first two? Well, great!
I will talk to them personally.
Minister.
Come in, gentlemen!
Two Colas enter.
1st Col.
We came here
To bow at your feet
And ask the embassy.
They bow to the king.
Tsar.
How to call you, eagles?
2nd Col.
We are according to Father Kola.
We are Cola Colova.
1st Col.
We are both healthy
Both are not hunchbacks
Famous and rich.
2nd Col.
And we want, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Together with the father-king
Behind an unknown hillock.
Tsar.
Well, are you friendly with diploma?
1st Col.
We don't need science.
Out of status Kolam
Bend the spine in half
Learn counting, primer.
2nd Col.
Why do we need this, king?
Tsar.
What?! Yes, shame on you
To the uncouth Kolam,
Come to me in the light
And ask to go abroad?
Wow let's go! What a disgrace!
Guard, lead Kolov into the yard,
Give me a kick without delay
To give them acceleration!
The guard takes the Koles by the collar and leads them out.
Minister.
King, some girl
It also asks for the light,
For you to appreciate
And he invited me to the embassy.
Tsar.
Let's see what the girl is.
Maybe it will fit in a retinue.
I will pass the exam -
If I don't find flaws,
It will go abroad.
Invite the girl here.
The Minister leaves and returns with Deuce.
Deuce.
I bow low to the king
And at the same time I say
What is ready, so to speak,
Our kingdom to represent
Overseas -
This mission is for me.
Tsar.
Well, what's your name?
Deuce.
Everyone calls the deuce, loving.
As I walk down the street
Everyone loves me.
All handkerchiefs get
And sheds tears of happiness.
Tsar.
Is it friendly with grammar,
Reading, math?
Deuce.
Why is a beautiful girl
Mathematics to study?
After all, servants are next to me -
Count if needed.
I don't even know the letters.
I am a pillar noblewoman,
And not letters of a slave!
Tsar.
It's just a shame!
You, dove, are a know-it-all
And a lazy bum.
Not being able to read is a shame!
Everything! End of conversation!
You're not good for anything.
You don't need a suit either!
I tell you girl
Get out of the quarters.
The king turns away. The duo shrugged and walked away.
Minister.
King, to your apartments
Two applicants are torn.
It seems to be not loafers,
Lasy is sharpened in Spanish:
"Oh, boyfriend, monsieur, bonjour,
Guten morgen, lampshade!”
Tsar.
Invite them to a party
Let's see what's what here.
The minister goes out and comes back with two Trojaks.
1st Troyak.
Guten morgen, hande hoh!
Every friend of us is good!
2nd Troyak.
We want nah cordon,
Nah Paris and nah London.
Tsar.
Well, what is your name, friends, what?
1st Troyak.
I am Troyak and he is Troyak!
We are in terms of languages -
Guten morgen, be healthy!
2nd Troyak.
In general, a complete fantasy!
The king rises from his throne, approaches the map.
Tsar.
Where is London and Paris?
The Trojans randomly poke their fingers at the map.
1st Troyak.
London is here, Paris is over there.
2nd Troyak.
Close to Panama City.
In geography - we are gut!
Tsar.
Yes, you are not gut, but kaput!
I'll ask them both out!
Goodbye, sorry!
(To the guard)
Take them to the gate
Show me where the turn is.
(to the Minister)
You are the minister of education!
What kind of gift is this?!
Some kind of oak
Uneducated, rude!
Answer me, eshkin cat,
Where are our literate people?
Is it in the great kingdom
Our school state
Is there anyone smarter?
Minister.
King, let me answer.
There are smart girls
Three good sisters
I sent messengers to them.
Tsar.
Where are they, after all?
Enter three girls with briefcases, bow to the king.
Everything.
Hello, our wise king,
Our learned sovereign!
Tsar.
Come on, come on, what kind of birds
What smart girls?
How beautiful and neat
The eyes of the king are pleasing!
I could take everyone to the embassy.
What's your name beauties?
1st Five.
I am Five.
2nd Five.
I am Five.
Four.
And I'm the youngest Four.
Tsar.
Are you friendly with the sciences?
1st Five.
All things are important to us!
2nd Five.
There are no secondary sciences!
Four.
It is essential to know them.
Tsar.
What about subject notebooks?
I hope they are all right?
The girls take notebooks out of their briefcases and give them to the king.
1st.
See for yourself, my lord.
Four.
And take mine, king.
The king looks at the notebooks with a satisfied air.
Tsar.
No mistakes, no flaw
I take you all in retinue!
Tomorrow to distant shores
The brig will rush us over the waves.
The first one is Germany.
(Into the hall) Thank you for your attention!
General bow, curtain.
Scene "Mommy's son" (mother, son, narrator)
Mom, I won’t go to school today, Something has a headache, and the weather is unimportant. Coldly!.
What are you, son, you have a test today, you can’t miss it!
And you write a note that I felt bad, I will give Irina Viktorovna the head teacher.
It's not good to lie, son. Get ready, get ready quickly.
Well... I don't want to.
You took all the notebooks, but the books? Check your portfolio. Faster, faster, otherwise you'll be late, Glebushka. Well, why don't you want to go, because the lessons are so interesting ...
Yes, you are good at talking. And my head always hurts from these lessons. You know how they scream at the lesson, you can't hear anything!
And you do not pay attention, work for yourself, and that's all!
Yes, don't. Koltsov teases, calls names with a pancake, And Petrenko and Ivanenko recently planted buttons on a chair and hid notebooks. And Buyanov ....! Oh, and I don't want to talk!
And you tell their class teacher.
Yes, I spoke. Even parents are afraid of this Koltsov!
Well, okay, I'll go to school myself, I'll talk with the director, with the head teacher. And you, Glebushka, get ready soon. The end of the quarter is coming soon, and you have your salary today. Go to work buddy.
Zinoviev, a young teacher of a foreign language, took a briefcase with notebooks and plans, put on glasses, a hat, and dejectedly trudged to work. The only thing that consoled him was the near end. school year and today's salary.
Poems about mom .
The eighth of March is a special day,Favorite holiday of our mothers.
He is the most gentle, the kindest
That is why he is dear to us.
No one will regret like a motherIn sadness like her, no one will understand us
Everywhere and everywhere - and in joy and sorrow -
We miss mommy.
And in our mothers the gravity of the earthHearth family and native shelter.
In them our life is perpetual motion
Mother - you are the foundation of all foundations.
It's a beautiful word - mother.Everything on earth is from mother's hands.
She is not obedient and stubborn us,
Good taught - the highest of sciences.
Mom answered me: “To be in tune with the truth,
Don't let the young and the old get into trouble.
Be the first to lead by example
Take an accurate eye when assaulting a target.
I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”Mom answered me: “Build day-to-day,
To stay long in human memory.
Live peacefully with a neighbor, despise the scandal,
Feed lunch to those who are tired on the way.
I asked my mother: “What is happiness?”Mom answered me: “Young mind
To comprehend sciences on the way.
Believe in humanity, if trouble comes.
Always show sensitivity and sincerity.
I love you mom, why I don't knowProbably because I live and dream
And I rejoice in the sun, and every day.
For this, I love you dear.
For the sky, for the wind, for the air around
I love you mom
You're the best friend!
Chastushki.
We are funny friendsWe dance and sing
And now we will tell you
How we live with mothers.
Olya washed the floors, Katya helpedIt's just a pity - mom again
Washed everything.
Dad solved my problemHelped with math
We then decided with mom
That he couldn't decide.
Sooty saucepanLena cleaned with sand,
Two hours in Lena's trough
Mom washed it afterwards.
Mom in the morning our MilaGave me two candies
I barely had time to give
And then she ate them herself.
We sang to you as best we couldWe are only children
But we know, our mothers -
The best in the world.
Let the songs ring everywhereAbout our beloved mothers,
We are for everything, for everything, dear,
We say: "Thank you!"
Poems about grandmother.
I am with my grandmother
I've been friends for a long time.
She is in all undertakings with me at the same time.
I do not know boredom with her,
I like everything about her
And grandmother's hands
I love everything the most.
Our grandmothers are funnyWell, if necessary,
And dance "Gypsy".
Cakes, bagels, cheesecakesWe all love from the bottom of our hearts.
If you love pies
Ask Grandma to cook.
Who came to me in the morning?Who said: "It's time to get up"?
Who managed to cook the porridge?
Who watered the flowers?
Who set the table for dinner?
Who poured the tea into the cup?
Who braided my hair?Whole house swept alone?
Who told me a story?
Who kissed me?
Who grandchildren love laughter?
Who is the best in the world?
GRANDMOTHER!
On holiday your so desiredWhat else can we say?
Allow grandmothers
Wish you good health.
Do not be ill! Don't get old!
Never grumble!
So stay young forever.
Scene "Scientific grandmother ».
Two old ladies meet.
1. Hello my dove! Let's sit and chat!
2. What are you, I haven’t done my homework yet….
3. Which lessons? Have you fallen into childhood? You've been out of school for a hundred years!
4. Yes? And the grandchildren? Now it is very fashionable to do homework for grandchildren! Who will help them, except us?
5. Truth? You are spoiling them!
6. I?! I don't pamper! I am very strict with them. I’ll do my homework, and they always rewrite me cleanly.
7. Yes! It's really strict.
8. So if anything, ask me, I have a lot of experience! Check - I have a poem ... “At the seashore, the oak is green; a golden chain on that oak ... "
9. So, good!
10. "... And day and night the wolf scientist ..."
11. Stop! What wolf?
12. Well, I don’t know, either steppe, or forest, or some other ....
13. Yes, not a wolf, but a scientist cat! Are you crazy or something, can a wolf be smart? As far as I remember, Pushkin had a CAT!!
14. Ah, I get it, I get it. Then I’ll start all over again: “At the seashore there is a green oak, a golden chain on that oak, and day and night the scientist’s cat howls at the stars with a rooster!
15. What? What rooster? Which stars? Where did you read this?
16. Oh, well, what a bore you are! Well, I messed up a bit! Because I have so many lessons! The head is spinning! Mathematics, Russian, geography, history... You won't remember right away!
17. Listen, assistant! What are the grandchildren doing? What are they doing?
18. They are learning smart games! Computer! I'm not computer savvy yet! And what do you think, if I continue to study so hard, maybe a monument will be erected in my honor?
19. It has already been placed!
20. How? Where? When?
21. Look in your granddaughter's diary. A wonderful monument ... KOL is called. Monument to grandmothers who do homework for their grandchildren.
This year, sixth graders made up fairy tales themselves, and this is what came of it
Chernykh Kristina, 6th grade student
Barin and servant
Once upon a time there was a master, and he had a servant. And the master loved to listen to fairy tales so much that he forced his servant to tell them. And the servant did not know any fairy tales. Here the servant came to tell the tale to the master, sat down and said:
Here we go, go, go, go...
The gentleman is tired of this word "walk", and he asks:
Where did we come from?
And the servant does not seem to hear, all his own:
Walk, walk, walk, walk...
The master got angry and drove the servant away.
On the second day, the master asks the servant to continue the tale. The servant came and said:
Here, sir, we walked and walked and came to a high mountain. And let's climb this mountain. We climb, we climb, we climb, we climb ...
And so the whole day he kept talking, as they climbed the mountain. Barin could not bear it:
Will we get there soon?
And the servant is all his own:
We climb, we climb, we climb ...
The master was tired of this, and he drove the servant away.
The servant comes on the third day. The master asks him again:
So we climbed the mountain, and then we went again. They went, they went, they went, they came. There are two barrels: one barrel with manure, and the other with honey. I, like a servant, was put in dung, and you, like a gentleman, in honey.
But this is correct! But this is good!
And so we sat, sat, sat...
The master listened to all this, listened, could not stand it and said:
Will they take us out soon?
And the servant is all his own:
Sitting, sitting, sitting...
The master got angry again and drove him away.
On the fourth morning, the master's servant again called:
How long have we been sitting there?
Here, sir, they pulled us out, and two bosses came. And they made me lick you, and you lick me.
Kononov Stas, 6th grade student
How the master barked in the church
Once upon a time there lived a man-hunter and a gentleman. The master always called all the peasants fools. The hunter did not say anything to the master.
Once the master went to church and a hunter caught his eye. The gentleman drove up to him, and they began to talk. Here the hunter says:
My sir, my dog has littered, everyone around me is asking for puppies.
Leave me the best, - said the master.
I have those that bark loudly and those that bark softly. What are you?
who bark loudly.
… In the meantime, they had already entered the church.
But like this! Woof! Woof! Woof! barked the barin.
The priest heard this and became angry:
Get out, sir, from the church! he shouted.
The men took the master out.
Well, are men stupid? - asked the hunter.
Not! Not! I am a fool, they are not fools!
Razhev Ivan, 6th grade student
Who is the best?
Once mushrooms gathered for the holiday of "summer rain". They rocked in dances, played their favorite game - hide and seek. And suddenly, in the midst of this fun, the Amanita mushroom began to assert that it was the best of the mushrooms. He began to speak:
I'm so handsome, I have a red hat with white polka dots! Therefore, I am the best mushroom!
No, - said Chanterelle, - I'm the best, because I have a notch in my hat and I'm in a red dress!
Here another mushroom entered into an argument, which began to show its white shirt and lace skirt.
Old grandfather Borovik came out here, tapped with his staff, and immediately everyone quieted down and began to listen attentively. He began to speak:
But tell us, handsome fly agaric, or you, Pale grebe, is it you that people have been so stubbornly looking for all summer? Is it because of you that they bow to every bush, look under every tree? Not! After all, the best mushroom is not the one that is the most beautiful, but the one that benefits others. If suddenly one of the people eats a fly agaric, and even worse, a pale grebe, then such a person will need to be urgently saved! But if a porcini mushroom gets into the mushroom picker's basket, then he will delight the whole family with delicious mushroom soup, mushroom sauce, and many more dishes. He will feed, give strength, add health! So who is the best?!
Ragina Sofia, 6th grade student
Grade 6
In a certain region, in a certain city, in a certain school there was a 6th grade. And he was so uncontrollable, just horror. Every day something happened: either a fight, or they break glass, or they tear up books ... The teachers broke their heads, they don’t know what to do.
At this school there lived a watchman, so, an inconspicuous old man. He looked at all this, how children, like imps, harass teachers, and decided to help the school. He began to think how to teach them a lesson and teach them to reason. When the children went to physical education, they left their things in the wardrobe, which was looked after by the old man. And the old man began to spoil things, write all sorts of filth in his diaries. The children all quarreled, accused each other, not even suspecting who could do it. After all, no one could think of an old man.
The guys stopped being friends, being naughty, and there was such silence at school - both at breaks and in the classroom. The children followed each other and chatted. Teachers could not even imagine that such a time would come. Scolded children and at home. Sixth-graders would give everything for being friends and playing together, as before. They realized that it was not without reason that all this happened to them, they sorted everything out. But the old man was so carried away that he did not want to return everything to its place.
Here is the conclusion: do not do bad things to another without understanding what will happen to you.
Timin Daniel, 6th grade student
"Brave" jackal
In a distant forest lived a Jackal. Since childhood, he offended all animals and mocked them. He called the bear lazy, he considered the giraffe a weakling and despised him for not eating meat. He called the wolf a cowardly dog, because he, with his tail between his legs, ran from the hunters. Lisu considered stupid and unable to arrange his personal life. He considered himself the most cunning and lucky. He was always full and satisfied with life.
The forest inhabitants could not answer him, because he was protected and fed with the remnants of his food by a strong Lion - the owner of the forest. Once upon a time, the little Jackal was orphaned, and the kind Leo took pity on the baby, did not use him as food, but began to take care of him. The kid ate and slept in his lair, played with the fluffy tassel of his unfailing uncle Leo's tail. And in the end, as is often the case, he grew up selfish and vicious. He did not love anyone, he teased everyone and was not afraid of anything, because his uncle was always nearby ... It seemed that such a carefree life would continue forever.
But one day the native forest was filled with strange unfamiliar sounds. Some people on huge iron horses disturbed the usual peace of the forest inhabitants, began to catch them, put them in cages and take them away. The fearless Jackal was not ready for such a turn of events. He did not know how to protect himself from people that even his uncle Leo was afraid of. Once in a strong network of hunters, he could only whine plaintively.
Now the Jackal lives in a zoo of one big city. From his cell next door, he sees the long neck of the Giraffe, at night he hears the lonely howl of the Wolf, he knows that the old Bear walks from corner to corner behind the wall. But for some reason, none of the animals during the general walk remembers the Jackal's evil jokes, everyone greets him warmly when they meet, trying to cheer up their comrade in captivity. Only now the little Jackal is afraid to meet their eyes and prefers not to talk to anyone. Did he finally feel ashamed?
Our fairy tale about the school is of an educational plan. Magic is a miracle, and we love miracles. Worldly magics are performed with the help of a magic wand, and scientific ones - with the help of a completely different device ...
Fairy tale "School and magic"
There was a school. And what was not in it! Desks and boards, globes and textbooks, computers and pointers. The school had children as students and adults as teachers.
And there was magic in the school. No one saw him in the eyes, but the facts said that it was. What was this magic?
And next. For example, Anya Formochkina is standing at the blackboard and cannot solve the example. And suddenly - as if a miracle is happening - she picks up the chalk and begins to quickly write the solution. As if someone had told her.
Or, for example, Misha Pesochkin cannot remember a proverb. Another moment - and like lightning flashed - Misha grabs a pen and writes the right proverb.
All the students thought that magic would not bypass them, and save them in a hopeless situation.
The children in this unusual school were interested in learning. They knew that they were not alone at school, that magic lived somewhere.
And only one student, an excellent student Vitya Sovochkin, did not believe in the existence of magic.
“It’s all grandmother’s tales,” he said. - There is no magic.
But once there was a test in Vitya's class. Victor could not solve the problem in any way. After all, sometimes excellent students also experience difficulties. And suddenly, as if someone whispered something in his ear, Vitino's face lit up:
"Eureka," he rejoiced.
The solution has been found. Vitya quickly wrote it down in a notebook for control works and then I thought:
“Looks like the guys are right. There is some kind of magic. We need to figure it all out, ”he decided, and the first thing he decided to consult with his parents.
Vitin's dad said that there really is magic, and it lies in the features of our brain. In moments of difficulty, the hidden reserves of the brain come to the rescue, insight arises. And the solution comes!
Vitya was delighted. He sorted everything out. It became clear to him. But he didn't tell the kids anything. Let them believe that magic lives in the school, lurks somewhere behind a closet, or hides at the end of the school corridor. It's so great to believe in magic!
Questions and tasks for the fairy tale
What was the magic at school?
What events happened to Anya Formochkina and Misha Pesochkin?
What marks did Vitya Sovochkin study for?
What, according to Vitya's dad, was the magic?
Why didn't Vitya tell his classmates about the secrets of magic?
Is there magic in your school? Where do you think it's hiding?
What proverbs fit the story?
Anyone who does not believe in magic will never know it.
Your mind is the king in your head.
Every business has its place.
The main meaning of the fairy tale is that when necessary, magic can help. This magic is our brain, which includes its hidden reserves in difficult periods. Illumination is a priceless gift. It plays an important role in any business. Illumination is magic, and magic is happiness!