Goals and objectives of the lesson:

• introduce children to the beauty of the autumn landscape;
• reveal the role of art in understanding the beauty of nature;
• to cultivate in children a love for their native land, using works of painting, literature, and music.

Lesson equipment: interactive whiteboard, 23 slides, drawings, poems and essays by children.

During the classes

1. Teacher's introduction

Available in initial autumn
Short but wonderful time…

Russian nature is part of our great Motherland. You know that the grass is green, the sky is blue, but the moon is often silvery white.

The word “Motherland” contains all the colors of the rainbow and their shades. In it we hear the rustling of leaves, wildflowers and grasses, the ringing of bells, the singing of birds, the babbling of streams. How many interesting things can be seen in the forest, in the field, on the lake, and even near our house, if you look closely at everything. Nature is good in all seasons.

Today we are conducting a general lesson on this topic.

The warm summer is over and autumn is coming to replace it. First autumn month- September. This month we talk about this wonderful time of year in our lessons. literary reading, environment, fine arts, technology.

We read the works of K. G. Paustovsky, M. M. Prishvin, and also wrote our own essays and fairy tales. They learned poems by I. A. Bunin, A. A. Fet, F. I. Tyutchev, K. A. Balmont - they composed their own quatrains. We looked at reproductions of great artists and drew our own drawings.

2. Working with texts.

Children selectively read the texts, and other students add proverbs and sayings (4 people)

September

The cheerful warm summer is over and autumn is coming to replace it. The first autumn month is September. They call it “singing autumn” and “golden flower”. Grasses in meadows, fields and forests dry out, turn yellow, and the foliage of trees and shrubs turns golden.

Autumn the artist

Knitted an Autumn colorful apron
And she took buckets of paints.
Early in the morning, walking through the park,
I circled the leaves with gold.

At the beginning of September there are warm sunny days. The sky sparkles blue, with golden patterns showing through the leaves of maples and birches. The air is clean, transparent, and silvery threads of cobwebs fly in it. Such days are called “Indian summer”. “If it is clear, then autumn is beautiful,” says a Russian folk proverb.

In September, the days become shorter, the sun no longer rises as high in the sky as in summer.

The leaves on the trees turn yellow, first at the tops, where the air is colder, and then on the lower branches. The leaves of birch and linden trees turn golden first.

Gusty cold winds occur more often. The wind blows, plucks a leaf from a branch, and it, slowly spinning, falls to the ground.

In the mornings, white damp fogs spread over forest clearings and river meadows.

In September it often rains, but not the warm summer rains, but cold, shallow, drizzling rains, and the sky is covered with gray clouds. “Autumn is coming and bringing the rains with it.” (Folk proverb.)

There are frosts at the end of the month. The puddles are covered with a thin crust of ice, and silvery frost falls on the grass and bushes.

In the forest in September, rowan berries are pleasing to the eye; their scarlet berries become sweeter after the first frost. That’s why they call September “Rowanberry”. At this time, acorns ripen on oak trees, nuts on hazel trees, and cranberries on swamps. In September, the forest smells of prey and mushrooms. Friendly families of honey mushrooms appear on old mossy stumps. Covered with golden, red and purple leaves, boletus, boletus, chanterelle, russula and milk mushrooms hide in the dry grass. “Mushroom in the box - there will be a pie in winter.”

After the first frost, insect life comes to a standstill. The ants are not visible; they gather in the depths of the anthill and close the entrances to it.

At the beginning of autumn, when there are fewer insects, swifts and swallows fly away, because they feed only on insects. Other birds change food: they willingly peck berries, fruits and grains.

Gathering in flocks, preparing to fly to warmer climes cranes, rooks and cuckoos. The last to fly away are geese, ducks and swans. As long as the reservoirs do not freeze, they will have enough food. September is called the “month of bird flocks.”

2 people They talk about the day of the autumn equinox, and why the leaves turn yellow in the fall.

Autumn equinox day

September 23 is the day of the autumnal equinox. Day and night are equal, they last 12 hours. That's why 23 September called the autumn equinox. After this, the night becomes longer and longer, and the day noticeably decreases.

The short autumn days of autumn are approaching: the sun has barely disappeared and night is already approaching.

Why do leaves turn yellow in autumn?

The leaf is green because it contains green coloring matter. It gives the leaf its color.

Why do the leaves turn yellow, red, purple in autumn? Green coloring matter ( chlorophyll) is destroyed. And in the summer it is quickly and easily restored, and the leaves remain fresh and green.

But the days are decreasing. The light is getting less and less. Chlorophyll grains continue to break down just as quickly as in summer, but new ones are formed more slowly, there are fewer of them, and the leaf turns pale.

But in the leaf cells there are other coloring substances - yellow ones, only in the summer the lush greenery drowns them out.

Now, as the green coloring matter is constantly being destroyed, they appear brighter. The leaves are turning yellow.

Competition "Test of the Pen".
1) We held a competition “Test of the Pen”, where you tried to compose your own lines. Now we will listen to some students.

Poem by Nastya Abramenko “Autumn”.

I love our autumn!
She brings me light.
And in the fall and in the fall
I'll go on a hike.
I'll find a beautiful bush,
And I will find a tree.
Where are the golden leaves
The crimson ones are growing.
I'll pluck some leaves for myself
And I’ll dry it in a book.
And during the long winter
I'm sad about summer .

Bondarev Alyosha “Autumn”

On an autumn day we went to the forest,
It was a warm time.
I can't even believe it's summer
It was almost yesterday.
And the forest is still green,
Mushrooms are hiding in the grass.
But soon the forest will change color,
The rain will fall to the ground.
Will come golden autumn,
And the birds will fly south.
And nature will rest
Under the snowfall and howling blizzards.

MilyaevaAlyona. "Crystal Day".

Autumn has come,
The crystal day has come.
Trees are golden
They stand in all their glory.
The forest suddenly became quiet...
In crystal silence
Only the leaves tremble
In an inaudible draft...

2) Some children in our class carefully observed nature and wrote their own essays.

An essay on the topic “Autumn Time” by Vladik Kosarev, a 3a grade student.

With the arrival of autumn, changes are observed in nature. They affect plant and animal world. In the mornings it became colder, the trees shed some of their leaves, and the remaining ones changed their color from green to golden yellow, crimson and red.

Nastya Kabina's story "Autumn".

Russian autumn is enchantingly beautiful. You can’t get enough of the forest dressed in gold. How unique the trees are in their beauty! As if in a fairy-tale dance there are fiery red aspen trees, light yellow birch trees, mighty oaks. And nearby, a lonely old tree stretched out its gnarled branches like arms after the sun, as if it wanted to detain it.

The story “Autumn Forest” by 3rd grade student Nastya Slepukhina.
Autumn has come. The autumn forest is incredibly beautiful. Once in the forest, I was amazed by the many various colors. Here there was the gold of the birches, and the crimson of the aspen leaves, and the pine trees were still green. Looking closely, I noticed how a small spider was weaving silver webs. The silence of the forest fascinated me. And only the rustle of falling leaves disturbed the peace in this amazing kingdom.

3) You and I read, wrote, drew, and now we’ll look at reproductions of paintings by great artists.

Isaac Ilyich Levitan "Golden Autumn".

Levitan's autumn landscape seems simple and familiar to us. The artist depicted a narrow river calmly carrying its waters between its banks. On the left, on the high bank of the river, a small birch grove is shown. On the right are individual trees – red-bronze oaks. In the foreground is a river. The water in the river is dark blue, and in the distance it is blue. A lonely birch tree marks the turn of the river.

Levitan's entire painting is permeated with light. There are no gloomy colors here. Bright colors predominate.

You look at the picture and feel the cool, invigorating autumn air. The landscape does not cause sadness - the artist depicts autumn in Pushkin’s style, depicting the “lush withering of nature.” We admire the beauty native land, which has always attracted masters of Russian landscape.

Vasily Dmitrievich Polenov “Golden Autumn”.

In Polenov’s painting we see a bend in the river, a high bank overgrown with forest, and a distance to the very horizon. In the foreground is a clearing with a path, a young birch tree, blushing aspens, and lush, green crowns of oak trees. The autumn sun is not hot. Its soft rays illuminate everything around with an even light. The landscape was painted from the high bank of the river.

Ilya Semenovich Ostroukhov “Golden Autumn”.

Ostroukhov peers into the life of the autumn forest from close range. All his attention is drawn to the foreground: two old maples with drooping branches and several young trees, green grass, fallen openwork Maple leaves. In the depths to the left are gnarled trunks of old trees, and then everything seems to merge with bright gold autumn foliage. But, depicting autumn in its golden beauty, Ostroukhov did not forget to draw magpies jumping through the grass. This is what allowed us to clearly experience the life of the autumn sonorous forest.

4) The musical fragment “September” is played. Hunt" by P. I. Tchaikovsky from the cycle "The Seasons".

Against the background of this music, the student reads a poem by F. I. Tyutchev:

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...

Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere, -
Only cobwebs thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

3. Lesson summary.

The teacher speaks in the background of music. The musical fragment “September” by P.I. is played. Tchaikovsky from the cycle “The Seasons”.

Beautiful melody by P.I. Tchaikovsky absorbed quiet sadness, thoughtfulness and color palette autumn.

Autumn is ablaze with birch tree fires, the earth glows with gold scatterings. Autumn is a mixture of joy and sadness. Joy– in the gifts of nature, in the variety of colors. A sadness- the piercing blue of the sky, in which the golden crimson of foliage is buried, the last farewell outfit of nature, the alarming rustle of leaves, flocks of birds flying to warmer climes, the infinity of fine autumn rain.

As you understand folk wisdom: “Autumn rewarded everyone, ruined everything”?

Autumn awarded us with yellow and red apples, blue plums.

She ruined everything: gray rain, black wet tree branches without a golden outfit.

What is the sound of autumn?

• The leaves rustle, saying goodbye to each other and the sun;
• The drops of autumn rain sing a sad song;
• The autumn park and forest smell of dampness and withered leaves.

Our nature is beautiful in all seasons. Let's love her for who she is. But for this we must treat it with care.

“There are many miracles in nature. No matter how long you live in the world, you still won’t fully understand nature. Nature is a mystery that can never be solved. Not a single day is the same, not a single leaf, nature is endless. A variety of shapes, colors, shades - everything is in nature.” M. M. Prishvin

Thanks everyone for the lesson.

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...

Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

Analysis of the poem by F. I. Tyutchev “There is in the original autumn...”

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev is an unsurpassed Russian poet, a contemporary of Pushkin, Zhukovsky, Nekrasov, Tolstoy, who left a rich creative heritage. The meaning of life for Tyutchev is love. Not only to a woman, but also to nature, the Motherland, and all living things. His lyrics are multifaceted. It can be distinguished: philosophical, civil, landscape and love motives.

The poet admired the nature of his native land and yearned for it when he worked and lived in Europe. It is deeply reflected in his work. This poetic world, recreated on the basis of personal impressions, is so vivid and accurate that it seems as if you were next to the poet when he admired the views described in the text.

The poem “There is in the original autumn...” appeared on August 22, 1857. On that day, the poet was returning with his daughter from the Ovstug estate to the capital. And he was amazed by the landscape that surrounded them. Moscow could not boast of untouched, pure, natural beauty. In a big city, changes in weather are not so noticeable. Yearning for the picturesque open spaces, the admiring Fyodor Ivanovich immediately makes a poetic sketch in his notebook, which invariably accompanied him.

The lyrical landscape sketch gives us a picture of the very beginning of autumn. It was the end of August, but changes in the air and weather were already felt, the trees began to dress in gold and copper. Summer has retreated, but just a few steps. This fine line of transition from one season to another was captured by the poet.

The poem is permeated with lyricism, a keen sense of anticipation of something new. Fyodor Ivanovich with attentiveness characteristic only creative people, notes that the described period is very short, not everyone will be able to catch it. The process of withering, preparation for winter and the world gives the brightest colors as a farewell gift.

Tyutchev’s nature is spiritualized and filled with images. Endowing weather phenomena with life and conscious activity is characteristic of many writers. One of the first to use the principle of artistic parallelism was M. Yu. Lermontov.

The author introduces us to the mysteries of early autumn. Even the poet himself does not have enough words to reflect the features of the time he saw and his delight. He uses the comparison of an August day with crystal. It is just as beautiful, the whole world is reflected in it, but at the same time fragile, fleeting, it is impossible to hold it, to record it. And the evenings are even more magnificent, they are “radiant.”

Calendar autumn has not yet arrived, but nature has its own laws. You can no longer hear the birds singing, the harvest has been harvested, the fields are resting, a little sad that they are no longer in demand. The ponds over which the fog rises in the evenings turn silver, which gives them “radiance.”

Gone summer heat, the nights are cool now. And the cranes, having gathered in a wedge, moved towards the southern edges with drawn-out cries. The “web of thin hair” also speaks of the approaching autumn. The air is filled with silence, peace, harmony reigns all around. Nature froze in solemn anticipation, golden September is about to come. Everyone understands that there is still a long way to go before the onset of snow storms, which makes it even more pleasant and cheerful for people, forest animals and other living creatures.

This poem does not contain the dull landscape that we can find in Fet. The poet saves us from describing dying nature and sad times. There is still a long way to go. Bare trees, cold rains, the wind tearing off the last leaves - there is still time for all this. Time to enjoy beauty, happiness.
The description is facilitated by means artistic expression, selected by the poet.

Tyutchev himself rarely saw Russian autumn. He encountered this period more often in Europe. Therefore, what he saw was especially valuable for him.

The poem you read leaves you with joy, peace - emotions similar to the feelings experienced by the author himself.

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There is in the initial autumn

A short but wonderful time -

Transparent air, crystal day,

And the evenings are radiant...

Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,

Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -

Only a web of thin hair

Glistens on the idle furrow...

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,

But the first winter storms are still far away -

And pure and warm azure flows

To the resting field...

Other editions and options

3   The whole day is like crystal

Autographs - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 22. L. 3;

Album Tyutch. - Birileva; Ed. 1868. pp. 175 et seq. ed.

COMMENTS:

Autographs (3) - RGALI. F. 505. Op. 1. Unit hr. 22. L. 3, 4; Album Tutch. - Birileva.

First publication - RB. 1858. Part II. Book 10. P. 3. Included in the publication. 1868. P. 175; Ed. St. Petersburg, 1886. P. 222; Ed. 1900. P. 224.

Printed according to the autograph of RGALI.

The first autograph of RGALI (fol. 3) is written in pencil on the back of a sheet with a list of postal stations and travel expenses on the way from Ovstug to Moscow. The handwriting is uneven, the writing of some letters reveals road bumps. Starting from the 9th line, with the words “the birds are no longer heard,” the text was added by the hand of the poet’s daughter M. F. Tyutcheva. She also made an explanatory note in fr. in English: “Written in the carriage on the third day of our journey.” Second autograph of RGALI (l. 4) by Belova. In the third autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva before the text the date on fr. language Ern's hand. F. Tyutcheva: “August 22, 1857.” The autographs present options for the 3rd line: a pencil autograph from RGALI - “The whole day stands as if crystal,” the same option in the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva, white autograph of RGALI - “Transparent air, crystal day.”

IN RB The 3rd line is printed according to the version of the white autograph of RGALI, in subsequent editions - according to the version of the draft autograph of RGALI and the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva.

Dated according to E. F. Tyutcheva’s note in the autograph from Album Tutch. - Birileva August 22, 1857

I. S. Aksakov believed that this poem clearly demonstrates Tyutchev’s “ability to convey in a few features the whole integrity of the impression, the whole reality of the image”: “Nothing can be added here; any new feature would be superfluous. This “thin hair of a cobweb” is enough for this one sign to resurrect in the reader’s memory the former feeling of such autumn days in its entirety” ( Biogr. pp. 90–91).

L.N. Tolstoy marked the poem with the letter “K!” (Beauty!) ( THOSE. P. 147). Special attention he drew on the epithet “idle.” On September 1, 1909, Tolstoy, in a conversation with A. B. Goldenweiser, remembering the lines: “Only a thin hair of a cobweb // Glistens on an idle furrow,” remarked: “Here this word “idle” seems to be meaningless and it’s impossible to say that outside of poetry , and meanwhile, this word immediately says that the work is finished, everything has been removed, and the full impression is obtained. The ability to find such images lies in the art of writing poetry, and Tyutchev was a great master at this” (Goldenweiser A.B. Near Tolstoy. M., 1959. P. 315). A little later, on September 8, talking with V.G. Chertkov, the writer returned to this poem and said: “I especially like “idle.” The peculiarity of poetry is that one word in it hints at many things" ( Tolstoy in the memoirs P. 63).

V. F. Savodnik ranked the poem “among the best examples of Tyutchev’s objective lyrics” and noted that it was “very typical of Tyutchev’s manner of depicting nature. Objectivity, complete simplicity, accuracy and precision of epithets, sometimes completely unexpected (“crystal” day), the ability to capture a small but characteristic feature of the depicted moment (“webs of fine hair”), and at the same time convey the general impression - a feeling of light calmness, serene humility - these are the main features that characterize Tyutchev’s artistic techniques. The lines of his drawing are surprisingly simple and noble, the colors are dim, but soft and transparent, and the whole play gives the impression of a masterful watercolor, subtle and graceful, caressing the eye with a harmonious combination of colors" ( Gardener. pp. 172–173).

Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind each poetic work of those times, a whole Universe was certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.

5th grade

F.I. Tyutchev.
“There is in the primordial autumn...”

Lesson summary on analyzing poetic text

Goals: continue to develop students’ ability to read and perceive landscape poetry; skills of analyzing poetic text.

DURING THE CLASSES

1. The teacher’s word about the poet.

Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev spent almost twenty years abroad, working in the Russian diplomatic mission. When he returned to Russia, he settled in St. Petersburg, occasionally visiting his native village of Ovstug in the Bryansk province. Such trips helped Tyutchev to experience the joy and beauty of Russian nature in a new way.

On August 22, 1857, the poet and his daughter Maria set off from Ovstug to Moscow. The road was tiring, father and daughter were dozing. And suddenly he took from her hands a piece of paper with a list of postal stations and travel expenses and on the back of it began to quickly write:

There is in the initial autumn
A short but wonderful time -
The whole day is like crystal,
And the evenings are radiant...

Where the cheerful sickle walked and the ear fell,
Now everything is empty - space is everywhere -
Only a web of thin hair
Glistens on the idle furrow.

Maria, seeing her father’s hand trembling impatiently, and the stroller bouncing on potholes preventing him from writing, takes a pencil and paper from him and, under his dictation, finishes the poem:

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard,
But the first winter storms are still far away -
And pure and warm azure flows
To the resting field...

2. Analysis of the poem.

We analyze the poem during the conversation, writing down the main thoughts in a notebook.

In the poem “There is in the original autumn...” Fyodor Ivanovich Tyutchev conveys to the reader his mood, his travel impressions of the autumn landscape, his thoughts.

– How many stanzas is the poem divided into? What does each stanza say?

In the first quatrain, the poet describes the picture of nature that he sees. In the second stanza, he remembers the time of the harvest, and then carefully peers into the cobwebs on the stubble (on an idle furrow). In the third stanza, he says that winter storms are ahead, but now the poet does not want to think about them and is enjoying the last warmth.

– What epithets does the poet use?

To create a mood of gentle sadness and solemnity, Tyutchev uses expressive epithets: in the primordial autumn, a wondrous time, a vigorous sickle, on an idle furrow (on idle- that is, on a vacationer on whom work has been completed), clear and warm azure, resting field.

Finding metaphors: the sickle walked, the azure flowed. The poet compares the web to a hair: only the cobwebs of thin hair shine; he calls blue sky azure. We, following the poet, imagine the field as a large resting person.

Nature froze in anticipation, and only two verbs help convey the state of peace in the first quatrain: There is And costs.

– What is the rhyming method in these stanzas? What does it help convey? Observe the length of the lines.

We imagine that the poet looks thoughtfully at the autumn field and reflects leisurely. This state of thoughtfulness conveys different way rhymes (in the first stanzas the rhyme is cross, in the third it is circular, or encircling), different line lengths: long lines of 10 syllables rhyme with shorter lines of 8 syllables, lines of 11 syllables rhyme with lines of 9 syllables. Shorter lines follow long ones, the rhythm seems to be lost, and this creates the impression that the person is tired and wants to rest.

The air is empty, the birds are no longer heard, (11 syllables)

But the first winter storms are still far away - (12 syllables)

And pure and warm azure flows (11 syllables)

To a resting field... (9 syllables)

Describing an autumn day, Tyutchev conveys to readers the beauty of nature, the mood of sadness and peace.

3. Expressive reading of a poem by F.I. Tyutcheva.

4. Miniature essay “The Journey of the Golden Leaf.”

T.V. SOROKINA,
Ulyanovsk region