A cheerful gnome lives in the forest. Moritz Junna - Happy Dwarf
SENIOR AND PREPARATORY GROUPS
Development of children's musical culture, accumulation of their experience of interaction with children of other groups; create a festive mood in children and give them pleasure. |
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Development of musical abilities; formation of communicative qualities; expanding knowledge about the environment. |
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Equipment. | Attributes for dancing: colored scarves, umbrellas, animal hats. For games: umbrellas, chairs; baskets, dummies of fruits and vegetables, pine cones. For autumn - baskets with fruits and vegetables; surprise treats in beautiful boxes |
Hello dear guests, have fun and joy!
We've been waiting for you for a long time,
And so we begin our autumn holiday!
Have fun, don't be shy
And smile with us
1. Look guys, our hall is so elegant
We invited guests here, what kind of celebration is there in our hall?
TOGETHER: This autumn has come to us and brought gifts to everyone.
2. Fruits, vegetables, flowers - unprecedented beauty!
And nuts, and honey, and rowan, and fungus!
3. She gave me leaf fall - the leaves glow like gold!
Dance autumn days
Autumn touches the leaves
He pours out handfuls of acorns.
A thread is spun from a gray cloud,
Watering everything with rain.
Summer has come and gone.
The time of autumn has come.
Who would say in autumn:
“Come to our bright hall?”
All children:
Come visit us, autumn!
This is all we ask of you.
Autumn comes and sings a song:
The yellow leaf is spinning
flies slowly
The rain is restless
Dripping knocking
Autumn is golden
Came to visit you - (came to visit us)
Ended suddenly
Summer time
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up
We used to look
How they bloomed
The sky is now frowning
No bright colors
Very golden
Sends you his greetings - (sends us his greetings)
How beautiful it is in your hall -
A world of comfort and warmth.
You guys called me
I've finally arrived
1. Autumn, we are so glad to see you!
Variegated leaves are falling.
Leaves near the trees
They lie like a golden carpet
2. Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me.
3. And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
Yes, autumn is a generous time
All the kids know about this
Autumn dances with children senior group round dance "Autumn in a golden scarf"
Guys, the harvest is ripe. Please help me take it apart.
Game - harvesting: .
Reb. Preg.gr.
Like a bright wonderful bird
He waves his motley wing at me.
reb. Old gr.
Rain is an artist:
He draws puddles
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
Song Autumn Kapitoshka.
You guys are very friendly and attentive. I suggest you play the game.
.
Dance with Umbrellas.
Children's answers:)
Children's answers.)
Children's answers.)
Well, now I invite all the animals to a fun dance.
Dance of funny animals.
What about the birds? There are migratory birds. In winter they tend to warm regions, and in summer they return back. Look, guys, a crane has flown in to say goodbye to us until spring!
Amina's dance
Vedush: (
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
(But fairy tales, fables,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Cones and the gnome dance-game.
Game collect cones
Poems by children of the old group.
1. Yellow, red leaf fall -
Leaves are flying in the wind.
What will happen to our garden?
What if the leaves fall off?
2. Leaf fall, leaf fall
The leaves are spinning and flying!
Multi-colored, carved,
Like painted with a brush...
Autumn gave me paint,
The leaves began to dance.
3. Yellow leaves are dancing,
They fall from the branches and fly.
This golden fairy tale
They call it “leaf fall.”
Dance with scarves.
It's time for us to say goodbye to our guest! What are the main signs of autumn?
The leaves on the trees turn yellow; animals are preparing for the cold winter; birds fly south; the harvest is ripe; The days are getting shorter and colder.
And of course it rains!
Kapitoshka dance.Performed by children of the preparatory group.
Autumn: thanks guys! I really liked your place.
I will come to you every year!
In the meantime, I want to treat you with my gifts - delicious fruits.
Our holiday is over,
It's time for us to say goodbye!
Goodbye kids,
Goodbye kids!
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SCENARIO OF AUTUMN HOLIDAY
SENIOR AND PREPARATORY GROUPS
Target. | Development of children's musical culture, accumulation of their experience of interaction with children of other groups; create a festive mood in children and give them pleasure. |
Tasks. | Development of musical abilities; formation of communicative qualities; expanding knowledge about the environment. |
Equipment. | Attributes for dancing: colored scarves, umbrellas, animal hats. For games: umbrellas, chairs; baskets, dummies of fruits and vegetables, pine cones. For autumn - baskets with fruits and vegetables; surprise treats in beautiful boxes |
Children enter the hall to the music
Leading
Hello dear guests, have fun and joy!
We've been waiting for you for a long time,
And so we begin our autumn holiday!
Have fun, don't be shy
And smile with us
Children of the preparatory group from the place. Roll call:
- Look guys, our hall is so elegant
We invited guests here, what kind of celebration is there in our hall?
TOGETHER: This autumn has come to us and brought gifts to everyone.
- Fruits, vegetables, flowers - unprecedented beauty!
And nuts, and honey, and rowan, and fungus!
- She gave me leaf fall - the leaves glow like gold!
Children of the preparatory group performDance autumn days
Leading
Autumn touches the leaves
He pours out handfuls of acorns.
A thread is spun from a gray cloud,
Watering everything with rain.
Summer has come and gone.
The time of autumn has come.
Who would say in autumn:
“Come to our bright hall?”
All children :
Come visit us, autumn!
This is all we ask of you.
Autumn comes and sings a song:
The yellow leaf is spinning
flies slowly
The rain is restless
Dripping knocking
Autumn is golden
Came to visit you - (came to visit us)
Ended suddenly
Summer time
Autumn has come
The flowers have dried up
We used to look
How they bloomed
The sky is now frowning
No bright colors
Very golden
Sends you his greetings - (sends us his greetings)
How beautiful it is in your hall -
A world of comfort and warmth.
You guys called me
I've finally arrived
Children of the older group stand in their places and read the poems:
- Autumn, we are so glad to see you!
Variegated leaves are falling.
Leaves near the trees
They lie like a golden carpet
- Autumn decorates the parks
Multi-colored foliage.
Autumn feeds with harvest
Birds, animals and you and me. - And in the gardens and in the vegetable garden,
Both in the forest and near the water.
Prepared by nature
All kinds of fruits.
Leading
Yes, autumn is a generous time
All the kids know about this
Autumn dances with the children of the senior group round dance"Autumn in a golden scarf"
Autumn:
Guys, the harvest is ripe. Please help me take it apart.
Game - harvesting:vegetables are collected in one basket, fruits in another.
All children fall into place.
Reb. Preg.gr.
The rain is quietly knocking on the room.
Autumn has come to my house again,
Like a bright wonderful bird
He waves his motley wing at me.
reb. Old gr.
Rain is an artist:
He draws puddles
And he plays the trumpets
No worse.
Song Autumn Kapitoshka.Performed by children of senior and preparatory groups
Leading
You guys are very friendly and attentive. I suggest you play the game.
Umbrella game (played by three pairs). To the sound of calm music, couples (a boy and a girl) walk around their chairs. When the music changes, the boy and the girl sit on a chair, and the boy runs for an umbrella and sits next to the girl, covering her with the umbrella.
Dance with Umbrellas.Performed by a group of girls from the senior and preparatory groups.
Autumn:
Many animals live in the forest. Do you know what animals do in the fall? How do they prepare for winter? Children's answers:)
Some animals hibernate. Do you guys know who sleeps in winter? ( Children's answers.)
And other animals do winter preparations, who knows about such forest inhabitants?( Children's answers.)
Well, now I invite all the animals to a fun dance.
Dance of funny animals.Performed by older children
Autumn:
What about the birds? There are migratory birds. In winter they tend to warm regions, and in summer they return back. Look, guys, a crane has flown in to say goodbye to us until spring!
Amina's dance
Vedush: ( while the presenter is telling a fairy tale, a child from the preparatory group hides behind a screen and dresses up in a gnome costume)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
(But fairy tales, fables,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Cones and the gnome dance-game. Performed by children of the preparatory group.
Game collect cones
Poems by children of the old group.
- Yellow, red leaf fall -
Leaves are flying in the wind.
What will happen to our garden?
What if the leaves fall off? - Leaf fall, leaf fall
The leaves are spinning and flying!
Multi-colored, carved,
Like painted with a brush...
Autumn gave me paint,
The leaves began to dance. - Yellow leaves are dancing
They fall from the branches and fly.
This golden fairy tale
They call it “leaf fall.”
Dance with scarves. Performed by girls of the senior and preparatory groups.
Leading
It's time for us to say goodbye to our guest! What are the main signs of autumn?
The leaves on the trees turn yellow; animals are preparing for the cold winter; birds fly south; the harvest is ripe; The days are getting shorter and colder.
And of course it rains!
Kapitoshka dance.Performed by children of the preparatory group.
Autumn: thanks guys! I really liked your place.
I will come to you every year!
In the meantime, I want to treat you with my gifts - delicious fruits.
Surprise: autumn gives out baskets of apples and pears.
Our holiday is over,
It's time for us to say goodbye!
Goodbye kids,
Goodbye kids!
Yunna Moritz
Cheerful gnome
(Gnome house, gnome house!)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Read by T. Zhukova
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz (b. June 2, 1937, Kyiv), Russian poetess.
The poems of Yunna Petrovna Moritz have been translated into all major European languages, as well as Japanese, Turkish, and Chinese. Many songs have been written and performed based on her poems, for example “When We Were Young” by Sergei Nikitin. She writes a lot for children, ever since she published several poems in the magazine “Youth” (at that time Moritz was banned from publishing for independence and inflexibility in his work and was even expelled from the Gorky Literary Institute). Children's poems - kind, humorous and paradoxical - are immortalized in cartoons ("Rubber Hedgehog", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Favorite Pony"). Yunna Moritz puts her thoughts not only in letters and lines, but also in graphics and painting, “which are not illustrations, they are such poems, in such a language.”
“Writing poetry is like climbing a mountain: with each step there is significant experience, more perfect skill. Another effort - and the height is taken!.. The height is taken, but the fact is that true poetry begins precisely after this, it begins with soaring, with magic, and this is a secret accessible to few. Junna Moritz was lucky: she discovered magical land, didn’t make it up, but discovered it. She populated it with living inhabitants, not fairy tales, but living ones.
Yunna Moritz discovered a new magical land. Here everything is fair, kind, loving and full of correspondence between one another: the music could not be different, and it is probably impossible to read and sing these poems differently.
Part 1
LITERARY CRUISE
(“Amazing adventures on the liner “J. Moritz”” TO THE 70TH ANNIVERSARY OF J. P. MORITZ)
Tasks:
To teach how to perceive a poetic work by ear.
Teach children to feel the rhythm of poetic works.
Learn to see how the author relates to what he talks about in the work.
Book exhibition “Uncompromising talent”, travel map
Characters:
Presenter, Captain - librarians
Girl
Dwarf, Squirrel, Frog, Cat, Old Lady - children or adults.
Leading: We welcome you aboard the ocean liner Junna Moritz. Let me introduce you to the captain of our ship... We are setting off on a literary cruise across a sea of wonderful poetry. They were written by the man whose name the ship bears: our voyage is dedicated to the 70th anniversary of the birth of Yunna Petrovna Moritz. Extraordinary encounters, amazing adventures and... surprises for those who are not afraid of difficulties await you! We will introduce you to all the sights that we will meet along the way.
Leading: Full speed ahead! We are heading out to the open sea.
The song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Leading: And now the island “Yunna” is already visible. It appeared on the map in 1937. Perhaps one of the passengers has already been to this island and can tell about it? (Children's answers)
Then we ask you, dear captain, to tell the story about such a mysterious island.
Captain: Yes, this island appeared in 1937, when a girl named Yunna was born. Well, now Yunna Petrovna Moritz.
She spent her pre-war childhood in Kyiv. In the family where Yunna was raised, education was valued: her father had 2 diplomas (an engineer and a lawyer); my mother received a classical education at the gymnasium, knew literature well, and drew wonderfully. The daughter’s extraordinary creative abilities developed thanks to the fact that her mother introduced her to the world of artistic culture. The war has begun. The war found the family in Kyiv. Four-year-old Yunna began to compose poems “out of fear” in a world where bombs were falling, a trainload of refugees was burning, and where the basement where ice cream used to be stored became home. Tuberculosis dulled the constant feeling of hunger, but awakened the imagination. Stuttering and a strong tic did not allow Yunna to go to kindergarten and separated her from her peers. She was talking to a spoon wrapped in a rag: the spoon was no longer an object reminiscent of food, but something else, a doll from an imaginary children's paradise. At the age of 6-7, she went to the hospital, read poetry to the wounded, and wrote letters to the front. It was a serious, adult matter and at the same time a game that changed an unpleasant world. She always studied well: both at school (gold medalist) and at Kiev University (excellent student). I started writing poems for children in connection with the birth of my son. Many poems were set to music and became songs popular among children and adults.
Leading: Thank you for your story, dear captain. Our journey continues. Now we are approaching the island of “Old Daisies”. Look, a girl meets us here.
Girl: Hello guys! Look how many daisies I picked in the clearing. On my island they are all different and unusual. ( Addresses children) Would you guys like us to pick daisies together? It's very easy to do.
( The girl hands out pre-prepared white sheets of paper to the children. And teaches children how to fold l from paper 
chamomile petals. All petals are joined into one flower.)
Girl: Probably, when Yunna Moritz was little, she also collected these amazing flowers. And as an adult, she wrote the following lines:
Reads the poem "White Daisies"
Hug daisy
white chamomile,
And they stand in an embrace -
Heart wide open!
Summer girlfriends
White daisies,
Forest fairies to you
Weaved shirts -
They are not afraid of the storm,
Dusty swirl,
They don't need washing
Ironing and ironing.
Then the wind came rushing,
Dust sighed heavily,
But she remained white
Chamomile shirt.
Here comes the rain,
The bird has become wet,
But it remained dry
Chamomile shirt.
And again chamomile
Hug a chamomile
And they stand in an embrace -
Heart wide open!
Leading: How accurately everything is noted. Yunna had to watch the flowers for many days.
Captain: Thank you, dear child! It's time for us, the ship is heading for the Merry Dwarves archipelago.
The song “Let the water throw us” sounds (Music by G. Gladkov, lyrics by V. Levin)
Dwarf: Hello, dear guests! You are welcome to my amazing house, invented by the amazing poetess Yuna Moritz.
Reads the poem “The gnome’s house, the gnome is at home!”
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes, with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest, the house of a gnome!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it, the gnome is at home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
In a crimson hat, he walked like rubber
Pointy ears, pillows on paws,
Sleeps in a basket, crimson... (“Crimson cat”)
I'm green like grass
He takes the cart to such places,
When they were like me. ("Favorite Pony")
Captain: Thank you gnome for your hospitality. It's time for us to hit the road. Quiet move! The quietest move! Straight ahead is the Belichiy continent.
Verse 2 from the song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Squirrel: Welcome, dear guests! Welcome!
Reads the poem “Come and visit!”
The squirrel's house is clean,
The children washed the dishes
The trash was swept into the yard,
They knocked out the carpet with a stick.
The postman knocked -
Noble old Elephant,
He wiped his feet on the mat:
Sign for “Murzilka”! –
Holds out a twig
Shows the box:
Write small
“Got a squirrel.”
Who else is knocking on doors?
These are midges, birds, animals!
Wipe your feet
Dear babies!
Come in and sit down!
After all, there are, by the way,
Pigs are very polite.
It all comes not from nutrition, but from education!
Squirrel: I'm a very polite squirrel. Do you guys know polite words? Let's check it now. Listen and answer in unison.
Game “Say the Word”
Getting out of bed, is it difficult to say to mom... (good morning)
If you meet friends during the day, don’t be too lazy to tell them... (good afternoon)
Well, in the evening when we meet we can say.....(good evening)
The boy is polite and developed and says when meeting... (hello)
When leaving when parting, we’ll say goodbye... (goodbye)
And let’s go to bed to sleep, then we must tell everyone... (good night)
If they give you something, I need to tell you... (thank you)
If you offended someone in a prank, you must say..... (please forgive me)
Squirrel: Well done! Come visit me on your way back!
Captain: Goodbye squirrel! Give up the mooring lines! Let's hit the road! Ocean liner slowly approaching the bay of the Merry Little Frogs.
Verse 2 of the song “Let the water throw us” sounds (Music by G. Gladkov, lyrics by V. Levin)
Frog: Kwa-kwa, ours for you. In my kingdom, I have the highest qualification for cheerfulness.
Reads the poem "Merry Frog"
A cheerful frog lived in one river,
Her hut was upside down, bre-ke-ke!
The hut did not stand, but floated upside down,
But this did not change the frog's affairs!
She danced in a green sundress, para-pam!
The sad frogs languished and suffered,
They sobbed into the green pillows, qua-qua.
And the sad frogs never saw happiness!
They turned out to be sad old ladies.
They mutter sadly and moan in the distance:
Kwa-kwa. It ached for the rain
In the back, in the leg, in the hand...
And the cheerful old lady, the cheerful Frog,
As soon as he remembers what happened, -
Laughs, bre-ke-ke!
She played the accordion with both hands,
She was banging the drum with both feet!
The hut was tumbling, the frog was having fun,
She danced in a green sundress, para-pam!
Frog: What do I really love to do?
Of course, dance. Let's Dance.
Frog: Kwa-kwa, wonderful! And I also love to sing! Do you guys like it? Then let's play the Guess the Song game. And the songs will sound based on the poems of Yu. Moritz. Based on one or two lines to the song, guess which one they are talking about.
« A lot of people think they can fly:
« Big horse secret"
“A dog can only bite because it lives as a dog”
« Under a sad moo, under a cheerful growl,
"Big secret for a small company"
« The pony has long bangs made of delicate silk"
Captain: It's time for us to hit the road, happy frog. Goodbye. Ahead is "Cat Cape".
The 3rd verse to the song “Full speed ahead!” (Music by G. Gladkova, lyrics by A. Aronova).
Cat: Meow-meow, pur-pur-pur! What a surprise! Guests! Amazing! We have a lot of cats on the Cape. What do you know about cats? A little bit of everything, perhaps? And I’m not a simple cat, but a crimson one.
Reads the poem "Crimson Cat"
Martha had a basket in the kitchen,
In which the domestic cat was dozing.
The basket stood, and the cat dozed,
She dozed at the bottom, smiling in her sleep.
Marfuta sleepily went to the forester
With a basket where the cat slept on its side.
Marfuta didn't know that the cat was in a basket
The forester, pouring raspberries into a basket,
I got a little distracted with the chatty Marfuta.
The forester did not notice that the cat was in the basket
She dozed at the bottom, smiling in her sleep...
And the cat woke up and arched her back,
And I started trying wild raspberries.
No one noticed that the cat was in a basket
He giggles quietly and smacks his lips dashingly!
The forester brings a frying pan with mushrooms,
Marfuta kindly asks for breakfast.
The cat in the basket giggles at them -
He eats food for pleasure!
Marfuta ate butter for a year,
And the cat turned crimson from the berries.
A crimson beast on crimson paws, -
What a noble raspberry scent!
Marfuta comes up and sees in the basket
The smile of a mustachioed crimson cat.
There are no such things! - Marfuta said.
There are such things! - the cat told her
And proudly tied a crimson bow!
Cat: Guys, why did I turn crimson? I really like to play.
The game "Cat and Mice" is played
Oh, respected. Bon Voyage!
Captain: Be healthy, don't get sick, and catch mice faster. There is one more island left on the map. Forward!
Old lady: Arrived! Is my granddaughter among you? Can not see.
Reads the poem "The Hardworking Old Lady"
A lazy cat doesn't catch mice.
A lazy boy doesn't wash his ears.
A lazy mouse will not dig a hole.
The lazy boy doesn't like cleaning.
A lazy fly doesn't want to fly.
Tell the kind old lady what to do,
When they got started in the old woman's hut:
Lazy cat, lazy mouse,
And also the lazy sleepy fly
And with them in addition a lazy boy?
The old woman went hunting - for a cat!
She got used to it and catches mice little by little.
I dug a hole under the logs for my mouse,
She brought a bag of millet and a crust.
Then - for the boy! - starting cleaning
And quickly washed my ears for the boy,
The old lady took an interesting book,
Which I read in one gulp - for the boy!
Now - for the lazy, sleepy fly! –
The old lady spread her tender wings
And she flew off into the distance to visit her friend!
Oh, tomorrow the old lady will have to again
For a cat - to grab mice when hunting,
For a mouse - to fuss in a hole under a log.
How would they live in this lazy hut?
Wouldn't there be a lazy old woman on earth?
Old lady: I'm exhausted. Now you have to work hard.
Auction ( which poems belong to the pen of Yu. Moritz, and which do not)
"With and without glasses"
"Pot-bellied teapot"
"Crimson Cat"
"Favorite Pony"
" Mustachioed - Striped"
"Confusion"
"Rubber hedgehog"
"Pony"
Game "Say the Word"
Pony rides girls, pony rides boys,
Dad flies with a broom and sweeps the ceiling,
This is very interesting - why is the goat silent?
I'm lying on the grass, a hundred fantasies in my head.
A watermelon flies above the ground, it chirps and whistles:
I am mustard, I am lemon! I closed for... (renovation) "Laughing Confusion"
Leading: Well, good old lady, it’s time for us to hit the road! Thanks for the science. Goodbye!
Captain: Dear travelers, travel time has ended. We hope you enjoyed it. After all, Yu. P. Moritz wrote funny and kind poems for those who are able to preserve their childhood forever, who are ready to go on a journey across the sea of books with pleasure, like we do today. But what route you take is up to you. Think, choose, and most importantly, read more good books.
Literature:
Moritz Y. P. The dog can be a biter... / Artist. Belomlinsky. –M.: RIO “Samovar”, 1998.
Moritz Yu. P. Jump - play. / Artist. Kalaushina G. – M.: Publishing house. "Baby", 1978.
Moritz Yu. P. A big secret for a small company. // M.: Publishing house. "Baby", 1987.
Moritz Y. P. Pony. .../ Artist. Belomlinsky. –M.: RIO “Samovar”, 1998.
Moritz Yu. P. Bouquet of cats./ Artist. Zlatogorov G. – M.: Publishing house. "Martin", 1997.
part 1
Yunna Moritz
Cheerful gnome
(Gnome house, gnome house!)
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
He feeds the squirrels pine cones,
Sits down at the table with bears,
With fluffy bunnies
Yes with little mice!
He shares toys
With chattering cuckoos,
With raccoons and woodpeckers,
With an owl covered in patlas!
He shares nuts
With roe deer, with deer,
With painstaking moles,
With funny beavers.
The last winter apple
He shared with the little one,
A completely chilled finch!
But fairy tales,
Coloring books,
Long epics
With little jokes,
Sweet riddles
He shares with the kids
With girls, with boys!
There is a plank house in the forest,
Gnome's house!
And a cheerful gnome lives in it,
Gnome is home!
Open up, board house,
Let the gnome come out cheerful!
Read by T. Zhukova
Yunna Petrovna (Pinkhusovna) Moritz (b. June 2, 1937, Kyiv), Russian poetess.
The poems of Yunna Petrovna Moritz have been translated into all major European languages, as well as Japanese, Turkish, and Chinese. Many songs have been written and performed based on her poems, for example “When We Were Young” by Sergei Nikitin. She writes a lot for children, ever since she published several poems in the magazine “Youth” (at that time Moritz was banned from publishing for independence and inflexibility in his work and was even expelled from the Gorky Literary Institute). Children's poems - kind, humorous and paradoxical - are immortalized in cartoons ("Rubber Hedgehog", "Big Secret for a Small Company", "Favorite Pony"). Yunna Moritz puts her thoughts not only in letters and lines, but also in graphics and painting, “which are not illustrations, they are such poems, in such a language.”
“Writing poetry is like climbing a mountain: with each step there is significant experience, more perfect skill. Another effort - and the height is taken!.. The height is taken, but the fact is that true poetry begins precisely after this, it begins with soaring, with magic, and this is a secret accessible to few. Junna Moritz was lucky: she discovered a magical land, she didn’t invent it, but discovered it. She populated it with living inhabitants, not fairy tales, but living ones.
Yunna Moritz discovered a new magical land. Here everything is fair, kind, loving and full of correspondence between one another: the music could not be different, and it is probably impossible to read and sing these poems differently.
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It was winter. There was a lot of snow. The trees in the forest stood waist-deep in snowdrifts. People sat in their houses and stoked the stoves. But the evil stepmother drove the girl into the forest forsnowdrops.. The girl cried and left the house. Write down only those sentences that contain words with prefixes. Label the prefixes. Find a word denoting an object with the following composition: prefix + root + suffix + ending. Label all parts in it
It was winter. There was a lot of snow. The trees in the forest stood waist-deep in snowdrifts. People sat in their houses and lit the stoves. But the evil stepmother drove the girl into the forest forsnowdrops. The girl began to cry and left the house.
Write down only those sentences that contain words with prefixes. Label the prefixes. Find a word denoting an object with the following composition: prefix + root + suffix + ending. Label all the parts in it.
Two little girls came with boxes, bowed to the stump and moved on. An old man came with a bag, groaning, bowed to the stump and wandered on. All day long different people came to the forest, bowed to the stump and moved on. The old stump became proud and said to the trees: “You see, even people bow to me.” The grandmother came and bowed, the girls came and bowed, the old man came and bowed. Not a single person passed me without bowing. Therefore, I am the most important one here in the forest. And you, too, bow to me. But the trees stood silently around him in all their proud and sad autumn beauty. The old stump got angry and shouted: - Bow to me! I am your king! But then a small, fast titmouse flew in, sat on a young birch tree, which was dropping its golden jagged leaves one by one, and chirped cheerfully: “Look, how the whole forest became noisy!” Shut up! You're not a king, you're just an ordinary old stump. And people are not bowing to you at all, but are looking for a scent near you. And even those are not found. Everything has been robbed a long time ago.
game - Burim, Help me write a poem, I need to compose a poem "Let's protect the forest from fire" from the following My homeland is greenwent in and found
house-in-it
boletus-moss mushroom
wandered - dialed
grow-here
marvelous forest - transparent, fresh
wealth-kingdom
need to know and protect
we know, we protect
miracle of miracles - our forest
stump boy
halt - dozed off
matches out of habit
the fire is warming - the old forest
night-help
We didn't have time, we burned out
forest-tear
take care - don't lie
forever-never
fire-nightmare
springs-bergs
and the forests we preserved
You can’t use all the words, but the main thing is to use them with meaning
Write down personal pronouns, determine their person and case. Stump There was a big old stump in the forest. The grandmother came with a bag, bowed to the stump and moved on.Two little girls came with boxes, bowed to the stump and moved on. An old man came with a bag, bowed to the stump with a groan and wandered on.
All day long different people came to the forest, bowed to the stump and moved on.
The old stump became proud and said to the trees:
- You see, even people bow to me. The grandmother came and bowed, the girls came and bowed, the old man came and bowed. Not a single person passed me without bowing. Therefore, I am the most important one here in the forest. And you, too, bow to me!
But the trees stood silently around him in all their proud and sad autumn beauty.
The old stump got angry and shouted:
Bow to me! I am your king!
But then a small, fast titmouse flew in, sat on a young birch tree, which was dropping its golden jagged leaves one by one, and chirped cheerfully:
-Look, how the whole forest became noisy! Shut up! You're not a king, you're just an ordinary old stump. And people don’t bow to you at all, but look for honey mushrooms near you. And even those are not found. Everything has been robbed a long time ago.
