Nikolay sladkov whose thawed patch is a summary. Forest Tales - Nikolay Sladkov

Spring has come. The sun began to bake more strongly, streams rumbled, the forest began to awaken after a winter sleep. At such a time, you usually want spring to come as soon as possible, so that the buds bloom on the trees faster, the first flowers appear from under the snow, and birds fly. And as is usually the case, when you strongly expect something, this something does not come in any way.

The hare loved spring. He was impatiently waiting for his garden to be free of snow, but this year there was so much snow in winter that it seemed that it would not melt until summer. For days the Hare wandered through the forest, watched the spring drive away the winter, tried to guess how the big streams would flow, and went to old friends.
Once he went to his friend, the Hedgehog.
- Hi, Hare, - the Hedgehog greeted, - I'm glad you came. But I'm just doing the spring cleaning. Can you help move the bed?
- Of course, - the Hare nodded, - at least some occupation.
- Are you bored or what? - Hedgehog asked, moving the bed.
- I miss, - the Hare sighed, - I want spring to come as soon as possible.
- Have you already cleaned the house? See how much dust is behind the bed! - The hedgehog took a rag and began to wash the floor. - If winter is not driven out of the house with a rag, then spring will not come.
- Yes, all this is a fairy tale, - the Hare waved his paw and sat down at the table, - especially since my house is always clean.
- You are great, but I can't clean the house in winter. The mood is not right. But at the expense of fairy tales, you are mistaken. Of course, winter is not hiding in my room, but you can still drive it away.
The hedgehog finished cleaning the floor, looked around.
- It seems that everything. You can go.
- Where to go, - the Hare did not understand.
- Look at the spring, - explained the Hedgehog, putting on galoshes.
- What are you talking about? Wherever you go, it's still winter everywhere.
- But not everywhere, - the Hedgehog smiled. - I found such an interesting place here the other day. Spring has already come there.
- It can't be, - the Hare did not believe.
- Maybe! Come on, and you will see everything for yourself.
Friends went out into the street. The sun was shining brightly. The melted snow glittered like huge mountains of crystal. Somewhere under the snow streams gurgled.
The hedgehog took his friend along the trampled path down the river.
- Well, tell me, where are we going? - The Hare was impatient to figure out what the Hedgehog was up to.
- I won't say, - the Hedgehog smiled slyly, - otherwise there won't be a surprise.
For a while the friends walked in silence. It was very slippery and I constantly had to look at my step.
- Yes, I know the whole forest! What can you show that I haven't seen?
- Come on, let's go. There is very little left.
- And I guessed, we are going to the house of mice. Right?
- Right! - The Hedgehog happily confirmed.
- And what's so interesting about that?
- And here, look! - The hedgehog stopped and pointed to a large bump with his paw.
The hare looked, and his mouth opened by itself in surprise: in the midst of the melting snowdrifts, a large mound covered with young grass flaunted as a bright green spot.
The thawed patch looked so unusual, so fabulous, that the hare involuntarily admired it. He came closer. The thaw was carefully cleared of snow. Old leaves and branches are collected separately in a pile. A small fence was laid out with pebbles, protecting the site from the stream. In addition to grass, snowdrops and some other early flowers grew on the thawed patch. Little Mouse was digging up a vegetable garden with a tiny shovel. She noticed the guests and turned.
- Hedgehog, Hare? Hello! Didn't expect to see you. Especially you, Hare.
- Hi, - the Hare greeted. - Why is it me especially?
- Don't be offended. It's just that the Hedgehog comes in sometimes in the spring, but you’re so economic, in the spring you don’t even have a minute to spare.
- I AM? Yes, I am like that, - the words of the Mouse liked the Hare, - only now there is nothing to do, the snow has not melted.
- We came to look at your garden, - explained the Hedgehog. - You arranged everything here so beautifully.
- Glad you liked it. We cleared everything of the snow long ago. There was a lot of snow this year. And the grass under the snow has already begun to grow. Here we planted flowers for beauty. This is where the mouse salad will grow. And here, - the Mouse pointed to the area on the edge of the thawed patches, - a sunflower will grow here. It will be huge, enormous, and in the summer in its shade it will be possible to hide from the heat. But we haven't planted him yet, it's too early.
The hare looked and did not cease to be surprised. And the Mouse told and told everything:
- The salad grows back quickly. He's not afraid of the frost. So we will have fresh vitamins soon. And here there will be a radish. And here, - the Mouse pointed to a small tubercle, - here we planted a potato.
- Potato? - Hedgehog was surprised. - Where did you get it?
- Found in the fall and buried near the house. We thought we would eat it in the spring, when other supplies run out. So she stayed. And now we want to grow her.
- Great, - the Hedgehog admired, - what are you hardworking!
And then suddenly the Hare started, as if he remembered something:
- Oh, why am I chilling here, - he said in bewilderment, - I have a lot to do! Bye!
He turned around and galloped in big leaps to the house.
- What's with him? - The Mouse was surprised.
- Nothing, - the Hedgehog smiled, - you just drove the winter out of his head.
The Mouse thoughtfully looked after the Hare, and then laughed loudly.

Lesson topic: Literary hearing. N. Sladkov "Snow and Wind". N. Sladkov “Thawed Line”.

Subject goals: hear artistic text performed by students; classify the work as one of the genres; meaningfully, read correctly; answer the teacher's questions about the content of the reading; correlate the author, title and characters of the read works.

On the formation of UUD:

Regulatory UUD: to promote the acceptance and preservation of the learning task; adequately perceive the assessment of the teacher and comrades; planning your actions; developing self-control when learning new material.

Cognitive UUD: contributethe formationunderstanding basic terms and concepts; identify musical intonations that are different in meaning; learn to think.

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

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

Lesson type : gaining new knowledge

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

Lesson content.

Teacher activity

Student activities

UUD

Organizing time.

Hello guys! We got up evenly. 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 the work of the new author, but first, we will clearly repeat the phrases:
Chi-chi-chi, chi-chi-chi
On Easter they give ... (Easter cakes).
Chi-chi-chi, chi-chi-chi
Sewed a dress from ... (spoilage)

Speak tongue twisters

R: Accept and save the learning task.

Formulation and solution of educational tasks:

What big topic are we working on over the course of several lessons? Spring is a great time of the year. Time for the awakening of nature, time for hope. Many poems, songs, fairy tales, stories have been written about spring.

Look at the slide, read the author's first and last name. Is he familiar to you?

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

What do these words mean?

Why are the words "Snow" and "Wind" with a capital letter printed?

- And what can happen to them in the spring?

What do you think we will set ourselves a goal?

Teachers answer the questions posed.

R.: Set educational tasks.

They predict.

Solving educational problems

Acquaintance with the work of NI Sladkov "Snow and Wind".

Let's eavesdrop on the conversation of "Wind and Snow" in the work of N.I. Sladkov. We open the tutorials on page 103.

What time of year is described in the work?

Who are the heroes of this text?

What event happened to them?

1st paragraph

Why does the Wind call Snow "Buddy"?

What does "You have no face" mean in the text?

2nd paragraph

Why are things so bad?

What do you mean "Worse at all"?

Why should everyone care when the snow is dying?

3rd paragraph

What is the advice for?

Correct advice gave the Wind?

Will gain strength, and then where and when?

Was Snow overjoyed at this advice?

Read Wind's advice to your friend.

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

And at the end of the text.

Does your mood differ?

How do you think you can say that the Wind is a true friend - Snow's friend?

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

Why did Soroka consider the thawed patch to be hers?

She was the first to see her.

She was waiting for her.

She lived on it.

Why did Rook consider the thawed patch to be his own?

He saw her first.

He dreamed about her all winter.

He saw many insects.

Why did the Lark consider the thawed patch to be his?

He saw her first.

He noticed a lot of spider bugs.

He was born here.

Why did the Mole appear on the thaw?

rejoice at the arrival of spring

meet friends

push the earth out of the hole

Spring.

Snow and Wind

The snow began to melt.

Considers a friend, they spent the winter together.

Unhealthy, sick….

Doesn't want to melt the snow.

Almost melted.

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

When they want to help.

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

Yes.

Tay quickly, drain into streams and rivers and swim to warm seaside resorts to relax and gain strength.

Things are bad, Wind, - I evaporate ... ...

Oh - oh - oh, flowed!

Got better!

Yes!

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

C: Collaborate with peers on common learning objectives;

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

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

Communicative: listen to and perceive the teacher's speech

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

self-expression: monologue different 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 a detailed oral speech;

Homework

Write down d.z

Reflection

Follow the outline of what today's lesson has taught you.
I got it,
-understood but not all,
- I didn't understand a lot.
Did you enjoy the lesson?

To summarize the lesson what we achieved in the lesson

L: participation in the creative, constructive process.

Whose thaw? (read with pictures)

Nikolay Sladkov
Whose thaw?

Soroka saw the first thaw - a dark speck on the white snow.

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

There are seeds on the thawed patches, spider beetles are swarming, the lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes ran up, and her beak was wide open, but out of nowhere - Rook.

Hello, I've already arrived! In winter she walked through the crow dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - Magpie chirped. - I was the first to see!

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

What is he croaking here! - Magpie rattled. - 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 was freezing all winter, rushed from the garbage dump to the dump, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that is taken away. You, Rook, are only seemingly dark, but on your own mind. Shoot from the thawed patches until you peck at the crown!

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

Spring, sun, the sky is clear, and you are quarreling. And where - on my thawed patch! Do not overshadow my joy of meeting her. I'm hungry for songs!

Magpie and Rook only flapped their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. The magpie was waiting for her all winter, she looked through all her eyes.

And I, perhaps, 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 the eggshells from the testicle from which I hatched! I remember, it happened, in the winter in a foreign land, a native nest - and I do not want to sing. And now the song is still breaking out of its beak - even the tongue trembles.

The Lark jumped on a hummock, screwed up his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song flowed like a spring trickle: it rang, gurgled, began to purr. Magpie and Rook opened their beaks - they were heard. They will never sing like that, their throats are not right, they can only chirp and croak.

For a long time, probably, they would have listened, having fallen asleep in the spring sun, but the earth suddenly trembled underfoot, swelled up in a hillock and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffled.

Did you get straight into a thawed patch? So it is: the ground is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells ... Phew! Does the spring smell like cha? Spring, or what, is it upstairs?

Spring, spring, earthmoving! Soroka shouted grumpily.

Knew where to please! - Rook muttered suspiciously. - Even though he is blind ...

Why do you need our thawed patch? squeaked the Lark.

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

I don’t need anything from you. And I don't need your thaw. I’ll push the earth out of the hole and back. Because I feel: you are rotten. Fight, almost fight. Yes, and light, dry, fresh air. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! You also have some kind of spring here ...

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

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

Thawed patches appear in the spring, - said Magpie, Lark and Rook dreamily.

And on thawed patches, scandals begin, ”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, warm up! - Rook barked. - Dig your nose in the warm earth!

And it's good to sing like over thawed patches! - the Lark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks. And everyone is singing! There is nothing better in the spring than a thawed patch.

Whose thaw?

Soroka saw the first thaw - a dark speck on the white snow.

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

Hello, I've already arrived! In winter she walked through the crow dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly!

Why is she yours? - Magpie chirped. - I was the first to see!

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

Spring, sun, the sky is clear, and you are quarreling. And where - on my thawed patch! Do not overshadow my joy of meeting her. I'm hungry for songs!

Magpie and Rook only flapped their wings.

Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. The magpie was waiting for her all winter, she looked through all her eyes.

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

For a long time, probably, they would have listened, having fallen asleep in the spring sun, but the earth suddenly trembled underfoot, swelled up in a hillock and crumbled.

And the Mole looked out - sniffled.

Did you get straight into a thawed patch? So it is: the ground is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells ... Phew! Does the spring smell like cha? Spring, or what, is it upstairs?

Spring, spring, earthmoving! Soroka shouted grumpily.

Knew where to please! - Rook muttered suspiciously. - Even though he is blind ...

Why do you need our thawed patch? squeaked the Lark.

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

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

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

Thawed patches appear in the spring, - said Magpie, Lark and Rook dreamily.

And on thawed patches, scandals begin, ”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, warm up! - Rook barked. - Dig your nose in the warm earth!

Why argue then? - the Mole did not understand. - Lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march.

Right! - said the Magpie. - In the meantime, I'll take care of seeds and beetles ...

Here shouts and bickering began again.

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

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

Hare dance

Frost is still in the yard. But a special frost, spring. An ear that is in the shade freezes, and that in the sun burns. Drops from green aspens, but the droplets do not reach the ground, freeze on the fly into the ice. On the sunny side of the trees, the water glistens, and the shadowy side is covered with a matte shell of ice.

Willow trees have turned pink, alder thickets have been watered. Snow melts and burns during the day, frost clicks at night. It's time for bunny songs. It's time for the night hare round dances.

You can hear the singing of the hares at night. And how they lead a round dance, you can't see it in the dark.

But you can understand everything in the footsteps: there was a straight hare path - from hemp to hemp, through hummocks, through deadwood, under white snow collars - and suddenly it swirled in unthinkable loops! Eights among the birches, circles-round dances around the trees, a merry-go-round between the bushes.

As if the heads of hares were spinning, and they went to dodge and be confused.

They sing and dance: “Gu-gu-gu-gu-oo! Gu-gu-gu-gu-oo! "

As if blowing birch bark pipes. Even the split lips are shaking!

They don't care about foxes and eagle owls now. All winter they lived in fear, all winter they hid and were silent. Enough!

March outside. The sun overcomes the frost.

It's time for bunny songs.

The time of the bunny round dances.

N.I. Sladkov

FINAL SILENCE READING SKILLS

Option I

Soroka saw the first thaw - a dark speck on the white snow. - My! - shouted. - My thaw, since I first saw it! There are seeds on thawed patches, spider beetles swarm, a lemongrass butterfly lies on its side - it warms up. Magpie's eyes ran up, and her beak was wide open, but out of nowhere Rook. - Hello, I've already arrived! In winter she walked through the crow dumps, and now on my thawed patch! Ugly! - Why is she yours? - Magpie chirped. - I was the first to see! - You saw, - Rook barked, - and I dreamed about her all winter. For a thousand miles I was in a hurry to see her! For her sake warmer climes left. Where there are thawed patches, there we are, rooks. My thaw! - What is he croaking here! - Magpie rattled. - Throughout the winter in the south he basked and basked, ate and drank what he wanted, and returned - give him a thawed patch without a queue! And I was freezing all winter, rushed from the garbage dump to the dump, swallowed snow instead of water, and now, a little alive, weak, I finally looked out for a thawed patch, and that is taken away. You, Rook, as I see, are only seemingly dark, but on your own mind. Shoot from the thawed patches until you peck at the crown! The Lark flew in to the noise, looked around, listened and chirped: - Spring, sun, clear sky, and you are quarreling. And where - on my thawed patch! Do not overshadow my joy of meeting her. I'm hungry for songs! Magpie and Rook only flapped their wings: - Why is she yours? This is our thaw, we found it. The magpie was waiting for her all winter, she looked through all her eyes. And I, perhaps, was in such a hurry 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 eggshells from the testicle from which I hatched! I remember, it used to be, in a foreign nest in winter, my dear nest - and I was reluctant to sing. And now the song is still breaking out of its beak - even the tongue trembles. The Lark jumped on a hummock, screwed up his eyes, his neck trembled - and the song poured like a spring stream: it rang, gurgled, purred. Magpie and Rook opened their beaks - they were heard. They will never sing like that, their throats are not right, they can only chirp and croak.

For a long time, probably, they would have listened, having fallen asleep in the spring sun, but the earth suddenly trembled underfoot, swelled up in a hillock and crumbled. And the Mole looked out - sniffled. - No way, did I hit right into the thawed patch? So it is: the ground is soft, warm, there is no snow. And it smells ... Phew! Does the spring smell like cha? Spring, or what, is it upstairs? - Spring, spring, earthmoving! Soroka shouted grumpily. - Knew where to please! - Rook muttered suspiciously. - Even though he is blind ... - Why do you need our thawed patch? Squeaked the Lark. The Mole sniffed at the Rook, the Magpie, the Lark - with his eyes he sees badly! - sneezed and said: - I do not 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, you are rotten. Fight, almost fight. Yes, and light, dry, fresh air. Not like in my dungeon: dark, damp, musty. Grace! Also, you have some kind of spring here ... - How can you say that? - the Lark was horrified. - Yes, do you know, digger, what spring is! “I don’t know, and I don’t want to know!” Snorted the Mole. - I don’t need any spring, it’s the same underground all year round. “Thawed patches appear in the spring,” said Magpie, Lark and Rook dreamily. “And scandals begin on thawed patches,” 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, warm up! - Rook barked. - Dig your nose in the warm earth! - And it's good to sing like over thawed patches! - the Lark soared. - How many thawed patches in the field - so many larks in the sky! And everyone is singing! There is nothing better in the spring than a thawed patch. - Why argue then? - the Mole did not understand. - The lark wants to sing - let him sing. Rook wants to march - let him march. - Right! - said the Magpie. - In the meantime, I'll take care of the seeds and beetles ... Then the screams and bickering began again. And while they were shouting and quarreling, new thawed patches appeared in the field. Birds scattered over them to meet the spring. Singing songs, digging in the warm earth, starving the worm. - It's time for me too! - The mole said. And he fell where there is no spring, no thawed patches, no sun and no moon, no wind and no rain. And where even there is no one to argue with. Where everything is always warm and quiet.

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Reflect on the questions. Mark the answers, complete the assignments.

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

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

She was the first to see her.
She was waiting for her.
She lived on it.

3. Why did Rook consider the thawed patch to be his own?

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

4. Why did the Lark consider the thawed patch to be his?

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

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

6. Why did the Mole appear on the thaw?

rejoice at the arrival of spring
meet friends
push the earth out of the hole

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

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

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

Sleep melts in the spring.
Birds arrive in the spring.
Thawed patches appear in the spring.
Birds argue in the spring.
All living things rejoice in spring.

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