The sky was barely breathing in autumn. “The sky was already breathing in autumn...

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Lesson objectives:

  • to form the foundations of reading activity: the ability to work with poetic text, teach to see and understand the beauty of nature, express one’s attitude towards nature;
  • develop expressive speech skills, the ability to define concepts: comparison, rhyme, logical stress, pause;
  • enrich the reader's experience (expanding the reader's knowledge about the poetry of A.S. Pushkin).

Equipment:

  • textbook by Efrosinin L.A., grade 2, part 1;
  • notebook “Literary reading”, children’s drawings about autumn, presentation, musical excerpts.

Presentation for the lesson.

1. Organizational moment.

- What is the lesson now?

– Check your readiness for the lesson.

2. Checking homework.

Exhibition of children's drawings.

– What was your homework?

– What autumn pictures did you paint?

– What mood did you want to convey?

– What colors predominate in your works? Why?

3. Updating knowledge. Conversation.

There is a time of the year when the earth puts on its most expensive clothes.

These days it seems that the earth is starting to glow. The beauty of autumn is especially visible in the forest.

– Have you ever been in the forest in the fall?

– Wander in silence along forest paths?

– What feelings do you experience when you walk along a path in the autumn forest?

Teacher: At such an hour you feel a special connection with nature, with the Motherland, you understand that you are a part of this earth and the earth belongs to you.

October is coming to an end. Late autumn is approaching. There are no singing birds and few flowering plants. It rains, the sun shines less often, the fields are empty. Birds fly away. Gardens, groves, and forests become bare and transparent. Many works of painting, music, and literature are devoted to the depiction of different seasons, especially autumn.

4. Statement of the educational problem.

Over the course of several lessons we will talk about autumn. Let's get acquainted with the works of Russian writers and poets. We will learn to read expressively, develop memory, learn to speak beautifully. Let us become imbued with the understanding that nature must be treated with care, and we will learn to see and appreciate the beauty of nature.

5. Introduction of new knowledge.

1) I would like to start studying the topic with the words of a poet.

Read these lines. Who do you think is their author?

The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she’s sweet to me, dear reader,
Quiet beauty, shining humbly.
To tell you frankly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her.

That's right - these are the words of A.S. Pushkin. The poet's favorite season is autumn.

2) Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin! (Presentation by A.S. Pushkin)

When was the first time each of us heard this name?

Maybe in the cradle, when you listened to your grandmother’s melodious singing?

Or, lying in bed, listening to wonderful fairy tales that mom read?

Pushkin comes to us in early childhood and stays with us for the rest of his life.

It is difficult to find a person who does not know or love the wonderful works of this poet.

During his lifetime he was called “the never-setting sun of Russian poetry.”

And although more than 200 years have passed since his birth, our love for him does not weaken.

Blessed is both the day and the hour,
When with the warmth of your home
For the first time to each of us
Pushkin's word comes.
G. Gots

6. Physical education minute

Imagine that we are in the autumn forest and walking along the paths. How did you see the autumn forest?

So we stopped and
Hands raised and shook
These are trees in the forest.
Hands bent
The brushes were shaken
The wind blows away the dew
To the side of the hand
Let's wave smoothly
These are the birds flying towards us.
We'll also show you how they sit down.
The wings were folded back.

7. Listening to a poem.

1) Now let’s listen to how A.S. Pushkin describes autumn in his poem (reading of a poem by the teacher accompanied by music):

The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Reached south; was approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

(Emotional pause. Music)

2) Conversation.

– What pictures were presented during the hearing?

3) Cover modeling.

4) Vocabulary work.

– Explain the words:

Caravan –

– What words do you still not understand?

Naked -

Shined -

5) Work on a poem. Textbook p.106.

- Read the poem.

– What period of autumn is the poet talking about? (Find the words in the text.)

- “The sky was already breathing in autumn...”

– How do you understand these words?

– In what meaning is the word “breathed” used? (Students' answers)

“Forests mysterious canopy

She stripped herself naked with a sad noise.”

Have you ever watched birds migrating in autumn?

How do they fly?

Why does Pushkin use the word “stretched”?

8. Work on expressiveness.

1) Setting logical stress, reading tempo, pausing.

2) What feelings does the poet convey? (Feelings of regret, sadness, despondency about the past summer.)

3) Expressive reading of the poem.

9. Reflection.

IN autumn bad weather seven weathers in the yard: sows, blows, twists, stirs, roars, and pours from above, and sweeps from below.

– What season of autumn is this proverb dedicated to?

Popularly, autumn is associated with the time of harvest.

Bread becomes the main character in the life of a peasant.

“Water is for fish, grass is for berries, and rye bread is the head of everything,” the people said.

How much bread they collect - that’s how life will turn out. Mood, well-being, and health depended on the harvest. “Water is for fish, grass is for berries, and rye bread is the head of everything,” the people said.

But autumn is not only a “bread sum”, autumn is also a “charm of the eyes” (A.S. Pushkin). Autumn is a beauty: colorful leaves, mountains of ruddy apples, clear fragrant morning air.

As the seasons change, so does our mood. It’s sad in the fall to look at the flowers drying up in the flower beds, sad from the dull cold rain, gloomy dark mornings, bare trees, chilly puddles and gray skies.

And I would like to end our lesson with the words:

There is no bad weather
Every weather is a blessing,
Is it raining or snowing?
Any time of year
We must accept it gratefully.

10. Homework.

  • Learn the poem by heart.
  • Complete the task in your notebook.

“The sky was already breathing in autumn...” (excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”)

The sky was already breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less often,

The day was getting shorter

Mysterious forest canopy

With a sad noise she stripped herself,

Fog lay over the fields,

Noisy caravan of geese

Stretched to the south: approaching

Quite a boring time;

It was already November outside the yard.

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It's a sad time! Ouch charm!...
Alexander Pushkin

It's a sad time! Ouch charm!






And distant gray winter threats.

Autumn morning
Alexander Pushkin

There was a noise; field pipe
My solitude has been announced,
And with the image of a mistress draga
The last dream has flown away.
The shadow of the night has already rolled down from the sky.
The dawn has risen, the pale day is shining -
And all around me there is desolation...
She's gone... I was off the coast,
Where my dear went on a clear evening;
On the shore, in the green meadows
I didn't find any barely visible traces,
Left by her beautiful foot.
Wandering thoughtfully in the depths of the forests,
I pronounced the name of the incomparable;
I called her - and a solitary voice
Empty valleys called her into the distance.
He came to the stream, attracted by dreams;
Its streams flowed slowly,
The unforgettable image did not tremble in them.
She's gone!.. Until sweet spring
I said goodbye to bliss and to my soul.
Already autumn's cold hand
The heads of birch and linden trees are bare,
She rustles in the deserted oak groves;
There a yellow leaf spins day and night,
There is fog on the chilled waves,
And an instant whistling of the wind is heard.
Fields, hills, familiar oak forests!
Keepers of sacred silence!
Witnesses of my melancholy, fun!
You are forgotten... until sweet spring!

The sky was already breathing in autumn...
Alexander Pushkin
The sky was already breathing in autumn,
The sun shone less often,
The day was getting shorter
Mysterious forest canopy
With a sad noise she stripped herself,
Fog lay over the fields,
Noisy caravan of geese
Stretched to the south: approaching
Quite a boring time;
It was already November outside the yard.

Autumn
Alexander Pushkin

October has already arrived - the grove is already shaking off
The last leaves from their naked branches;
The autumn chill has blown in - the road is freezing.
The stream still runs babbling behind the mill,
But the pond was already frozen; my neighbor is in a hurry
To the departing fields with my desire,
And the winter ones suffer from mad fun,
And the barking of dogs wakes up the sleeping oak forests.

Now is my time: I don’t like spring;
The thaw is boring to me; stench, dirt - in the spring I am sick;
The blood is fermenting; feelings and mind are constrained by melancholy.
I'm happier in the harsh winter
I love her snow; in the presence of the moon
How easy the running of a sleigh with a friend is fast and free,
When under the sable, warm and fresh,
She shakes your hand, glowing and trembling!

How fun it is to put sharp iron on your feet,
Slide along the mirror of standing, smooth rivers!
And the brilliant worries of the winter holidays?..
But you also need to know honor; six months of snow and snow,
After all, this is finally true for the inhabitant of the den,
The bear will get bored. You can't take a whole century
We'll ride in a sleigh with the young Armids
Or sour at the stoves behind double glass.

Oh, summer is red! I would love you
If only it weren't for the heat, the dust, the mosquitoes, and the flies.
You, ruining all your spiritual abilities,
You torture us; like the fields we suffer from drought;
Just to get something to drink and refresh yourself -
We have no other thought, and it’s a pity for the old woman’s winter,
And, having seen her off with pancakes and wine,
We are celebrating her funeral with ice cream and ice.








How to explain this? I like her,
Like you probably are a consumptive maiden
Sometimes I like it. Condemned to death
The poor thing bows down without a murmur, without anger.
A smile is visible on faded lips;
She does not hear the gaping of the grave abyss;
There is still a crimson color playing on the face.
She is still alive today, gone tomorrow.

It's a sad time! charm of the eyes!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me -
I love the lush decay of nature,
Forests dressed in scarlet and gold,
In their canopy there is noise and fresh breath,
And the skies are covered with wavy darkness,
And a rare ray of sunshine, and the first frosts,
And distant threats of gray winter.

And every autumn I bloom again;
The Russian cold is good for my health;
I feel love again for the habits of life:
One by one sleep flies away, one by one hunger comes;
The blood plays easily and joyfully in the heart,
Desires are boiling - I’m happy, young again,
I'm full of life again - that's my body
(Please forgive me the unnecessary prosaicism).

They lead the horse to me; in the open expanse,
Waving his mane, he carries the rider,
And loudly under his shining hoof
The frozen valley rings and the ice cracks.
But the short day goes out, and in the forgotten fireplace
The fire is burning again - then the bright light is pouring,
It smolders slowly - and I read in front of it
Or I harbor long thoughts in my soul.

And I forget the world - and in sweet silence
I'm sweetly lulled by my imagination,
And poetry awakens in me:
The soul is embarrassed by lyrical excitement,
It trembles and sounds and searches, as in a dream,
To finally pour out with free manifestation -
And then an invisible swarm of guests comes towards me,
Old acquaintances, fruits of my dreams.

And the thoughts in my head are agitated in courage,
And light rhymes run towards them,
And fingers ask for pen, pen for paper,
A minute - and the poems will flow freely.
So the ship slumbers motionless in the motionless moisture,
But choo! - the sailors suddenly rush and crawl
Up, down - and the sails are inflated, the winds are full;
The mass has moved and is cutting through the waves.

The days of late autumn are usually scolded,
But she’s sweet to me, dear reader,
Quiet beauty, shining humbly.
So unloved child in the family
It attracts me to itself. To tell you frankly,
Of the annual times, I am glad only for her,
There is a lot of good in her; a lover is not vain,
I found something in her like a wayward dream.

“The autumn weather that year...”

That year the weather was autumn
I stood in the yard for a long time,
Winter was waiting, nature was waiting.
Snow only fell in January...
(Excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin, chapter 5, stanzas I and II)

"Golden autumn has come"

Golden autumn has arrived.
Nature is tremulous, pale,
Like a sacrifice, luxuriously decorated...
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and there she was,
Winter sorceress is coming..
(Excerpt from the novel “Eugene Onegin”, chapter 7, stanzas XXIX and XXX)

Yakovleva Maria
Notes on speech development “Memorizing the poem by A. S. Pushkin “The sky was breathing in autumn” in the senior group

Lesson summary on speech development. Memorizing poem A. WITH. Pushkin“Already the sky was breathing in autumn» V senior group

Target: teach children to see, feel and understand beauty autumn nature.

Tasks:

Educational: consolidate children’s ideas about characteristic features autumn; teach children to name signs autumn, describe changes in nature using figurative words and expressions; learn an excerpt from the work of A.S. Pushkin"Eugene Onegin" “Already the sky was breathing in autumn...» .

Developmental: develop thinking, memory, coherent speech, imagination and creativity.

Educational: cultivate a positive attitude towards nature and a desire to take care of it.

Materials: image illustration autumn(doll- autumn, step-by-step illustrations poem, autumn leaves.

Progress of the lesson:

IN: - Guys, today we will talk about an amazing time of year, and which one, you will find out by guessing riddle:

What kind of sorceress took the paint?

I painted the leaves, took them off the branches,

I hid the midges to sleep until spring,

What kind of sorceress, you tell me?

D: - Autumn.

Educator: - That's right, today she came to us autumn(illustration of image autumn) .

IN: - What happens autumn?

D: - Golden, colorful, boring, gloomy, rainy, cloudy.

IN: - Autumn invites us to play a game "Say the word". I will tell you a sentence, and you will complement it. Be careful!

1. Summer has replaced (autumn) .

2. People dressed in autumn(warm).

3. There is a light drizzle... (rain).

4. Grays walk across the sky (clouds).

5. It often blows cold... (wind).

6. The leaves on the trees have become... (yellow, red, crimson, gold, multi-colored).

7. They fall from trees... (leaves).

8. Birds fly away... (to warm regions).

9. The bunny changes his gray fur coat to... (white).

10. The sun is too hot... (few).

11. Schoolchildren walk with briefcases (to school).

IN: - Guys, Autumn wants to play one more game. A game "Yes and no" if your answer means "Yes", then you clap your hands, and if "No", then you stamp your feet.

Flowers bloom in autumn? - No

Mushrooms grow in autumn?- Yes

Fogs they float in the fall? - Yes

Well, do birds build nests? - No

Do the bugs fly? - no

Is everyone collecting the harvest? - yes

Do flocks of birds fly away? - yes

Is the sun shining very hot? - No

Can children sunbathe? - no

Should we wear jackets and hats? - Yes

Does it rain often, often? - yes

Are the leaves falling from the trees? - Yes

IN: - Well done boys! Now let's get up and rest a little.

Physical education minute:

walks autumn along the path,

Got my feet wet in the meadows.

walks autumn, wanders autumn,

The wind knocked the leaves off the maple tree

We walk together in the forest (steps in place)

And we collect leaves (bending forward)

Everyone is happy to collect them

Just wonderful leaf fall! (jumping in place, clapping your hands).

The children sit at the tables.

IN: - Which ones do you know? autumn months?

D: - September October November.

IN: - Do you know how autumn the months were called in old times?

D: - No.

IN: - Then listen.

1. September – fieldfare. Why do you think it was called the fieldfare? (because rowan berries ripen at this time).

IN: - Many poets wrote about autumn, and today we will listen to how Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin describes autumn in his work:

Already the sky was breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less often,

The day was getting shorter

The forests are a mysterious canopy,

With a sad noise she stripped herself,

Fog lay over the fields,

Noisy caravan of geese

Reached south: was approaching

Quite a boring time;

It was already November outside the yard.

IN: - Today we Let's try to remember this poem A. WITH. Pushkin.

Help us remember poem pictures(illustrations).

“Already the sky was breathing in autumn...» showing illustration

IN: - Which autumn sky?

D: - Gloomy, gray, low.

“The sun shone less often...” showing illustration

IN: - Why?

D: - Because it is often covered by clouds.

“The day was getting shorter...” showing illustration

IN: - The night is getting longer and the day is getting shorter.

"The mysterious canopy of the forests"

With a sad noise she was naked..." show illustration

IN: - How to understand this? Leaves from trees in the forest are falling off, i.e. leaf fall in the forest.

“Fog lay on the fields...” showing illustration

IN: - Fog is a phenomenon when cold air descends onto the warm surfaces of the earth or water.

“The caravan of noisy geese stretched to the south...” showing illustration

IN: - We know that birds in autumn...(What) flying away... (Where) South.

“A rather boring time was approaching;

It was already November outside..." show illustration

IN: - What month is it?

D: - November – last month autumn.

IN: - Let's try to tell it together poem based on drawings(read).

Children read chain poem.

Summarizing:

IN: - Autumn thanks you all. Thanks guys, I really liked how much you know about autumn. Gives leaves.

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The sky was already breathing in autumn,

The sun shone less often,

The day was getting shorter

Mysterious forest canopy

With a sad noise she stripped herself,

Fog lay over the fields,

Noisy caravan of geese

Stretched to the south: approaching

Quite a boring time;

It was already November outside the yard.

Before us is one of the brilliant examples of landscape poetry by A.S. Pushkin. In his works, the author often returns to the description of nature, in particular autumn. Reading the written lines, one gets the complete feeling that Alexander Sergeevich is not just admiring autumn, but also feels nature somehow deeply, in a special way.

It is interesting that it is autumn that is marked in the poet’s biography as the most fruitful time. The brightness of the colors and the atmosphere of this season inspired the author to work actively.

The landscape sketch immerses the reader in the beautiful autumn season. A variety of speech patterns creates a laconic but capacious image of nature. Each word is chosen with such care that it creates a lasting associative series in the reader. A colossal number of epithets conveys not only the autumn mood, but also lifts the curtain on the poet’s state of mind. And, despite the fading nature, each line is imbued with trembling and joyful anticipation of the arrival of a fabulous winter, no less beloved by the author.