Three rye spikelets. Sakarias Topelius: Three ears of rye. Fairy tale Three ears of rye
Routing educational activities
(taking into account the systemic - active approach of the SDP according to A.N., Leontiev)
Kind of activityCommunicative group preparatory
Subject: Reading and discussion of the fairy tale by S. Topelius "Three rye spikelets".
Target: Creation of conditions for the development of interest in fiction.
Tasks:
1. To acquaint children with the ability to retell the text, determine the nature of the characters, and convey individual episodes in persons when retelling. Help understand the actions of the characters.
2. Organization of activities for the development of children's initiative,formation of knowledge about the work of S. Topelius.To educate a reader who is able to feel compassion and sympathy for the characters in the book.
3. Organize reflective activities of pupils.
Materials: Tale of S. Topelius "Three rye spikelets", an excerpt from the cartoon "Vovka in the Thirtieth Kingdom"
Preliminary work:
Health-saving technologies:physical education "Mill"
Leaning forward
Hands to the side.
The wind is blowing, howling
Turns our mill.
One two three four -
Twisted, twirled.
(Tilt forward, arms to the sides, touch the floor with your right hand, left hand back to the side; hand position change)
Stages (subsequence) activities | Actions, activities of the teacher | Actions, activities of children, The implementation of which will lead to the achievement of the planned results |
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Introduction to the situation. Task: to motivate children to be included in activities | Guys, today I would like to show you an excerpt from the cartoon "Vovka in the Thirtieth Kingdom." And draw your attention to how Vovka did with the bread? | Listen carefully, watch an excerpt from the cartoon. They reason. |
Creating a problem situation (goal setting) | Think about how Vovka reacted to such a value as bread? What happened to him? Is it easy to bake bread? | Listen to the teacher, answer the questions. |
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Motivation for activity | Do you want to know what are the customs, traditions, how to treat bread? (Yes) What do we need for this? | Discuss, answer questions. They make assumptions. |
Designing a Solution to a Problem Situation | In Rus', bread has always been treated with reverence, with respect, as something sacred. They wrote poems about bread, sang songs. Many customs of Russians are connected with bread: the dearest guests are greeted with bread and salt. Do you guys know any other customs, rituals, traditions? We will get acquainted with one of the customs by listening to a fairy tale: “Three rye ears».
| Listen to the story and answer the questions. Perform a physical exercise. |
Performing an action |
Questions:
What does folk wisdom tell us about this? (proverbs, sayings) What does a loaf of bread look like? (warm, as if poured by the sun, in the sun). Bread - sun - kindnessconnected to each other. Remember what was said in the fairy tale about the sun, when the rich owner did not grow crops? (the sun seemed to bypass his field) Without the sun, there is no harvest, without good deeds, there is no well-being in families, and without bread, there is no dinner.
What role does bread play in everyday life? (It is in demand every day, without bread there is no dinner. It is not easy for people to get it.) “The people have words: the bread of all life is the head.” | The children answer the questions. |
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Reflection, analysis of performance results | Guys, where do you think bread came from? (Listen to the children's answers.) Would you like to know more about this? How can we find out what we don't know yet? (ask adults, from books, search on the Internet, visit a museum of bread…) | Individual statements of children. |
Expected results | Be fluent in oral speech, the ability to express your thoughts. Familiarity with the concept of a museum and its purpose. |
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W Hello, dear visitors of the Orthodox website "Family and Faith"!
TO as it is known a kind person- This happy man! Even when, out of kindness, a person gives his last to his neighbor, he feels sincere joy!
AND a hellish and stingy person, on the contrary, an unhappy one ... Living only for himself, he does not know sincere joy for his neighbors, his life is dark and hopeless ...
W. Topelius, in his wonderful fairy tale-parable, reveals a picturesque picture of bright kindness and dark stinginess, concluding the parable with an anecdotal and ridiculous conclusion of a stingy rich peasant.
Based on the fairy tale by Z. Topelius
Abramova A. A.
« WITH it happened just before Christmas.
There lived a rich peasant in a village. They began to prepare for the holy feast in his house, so the wife says:
- Listen, master, let's put at least three rye spikelets on the roof - for sparrows! After all, today is Christmas.
The peasant answers:
- I'm not so rich to throw so much grain to some sparrows!
But the wife does not let up, she asks her husband:
“Perhaps the poor man who lives on the other side of the lake did not forget about the sparrows on Christmas Eve. But you sow ten times more grain than he...
The old man shouted at her:
- Don't talk nonsense! What else have you thought up: throwing grain to the sparrows! Take it better at the festive table.
They began to bake in a rich house, and cook, and fry, and stew. Only the sparrows that jumped on the roof did not get a single crumb. They circled over the house: they did not find a single grain, not a single bread crust, and they flew away.
Suddenly they look, and on the roof of a poor house, open to all winds, a rich treat is cooked on the roof - as many as three ears of ripe rye. The sparrows rejoiced, they began to peck the grains!
We heard sparrows in the house. The hostess sighed.
- Eh, our oven is empty now and the table is not thick. If we took those three spikelets, if we threshed, if we kneaded the dough, if I baked cakes from that dough - so we would have a treat for the holiday! For children - for joy, for us - for consolation!
The peasant laughed.
- That's it, wife! If yes, if only ... What kind of cakes are there! How much grain can you thresh from three ears of corn! Just right for a sparrow feast! Better gather the children, let them go to the village and buy us fresh bread and a jug of milk - after all, I have saved up some kopecks for the holiday! We will also have a holiday - no worse than that of sparrows!
The children were delighted: Vanya and Masha.
- Let's go to! Let's go to! We'll bring a treat!
And the mother is restless:
- And the cold is in the yard! Yes, and the road is not close! And it's getting dark, come on! And yes, wolves...
And the children do not care:
- Give us, father, a strong stick, with this stick we will scare away any wolf!
Father gave Vanya a stick, their mother baptized them, and the children went to the village.
How long, how short - they bought four loaves of fresh bread and a jug of milk and went home.
They go, and the snow keeps falling and falling, the snowdrifts grow and grow, but it’s still not close to the house.
Suddenly, a wolf, huge, thin, met them. Mouth opened, stands across the road and howls. Vanya was not timid, he waved his stick, and his voice trembled:
- Do not be afraid, Masha, now I will drive him away!
And the wolf howled suddenly, so plaintively:
- Ooo, what a stu-u-uh, what a fierce stu-u-uh, my wolf cubs have absolutely nothing to eat! They're going to starve! Hungry-u-u!
Masha took pity on the wolf with the cubs, looks at her brother and whispers:
- We have nothing but bread, we will give the wolf cubs two loaves!
Vanya thought, and handed the wolf some bread. The wolf rejoiced, wagged his tail like a dog:
I will never forget your kindness!
The wolf grabbed two loaves with his teeth and ran away. And the kids moved on. They are walking, in a hurry, suddenly they hear: someone behind them is heavily stepping behind them in deep snow. Vanya and Masha looked around, and so they froze on the spot: a huge bear was following them. The bear stopped and growled:
- Sea-r-roses, sea-r-roses! R-r-r-streams are frozen, r-r-rivers are frozen! Bear cubs are crying, drinking pr-r-drow!
Vanya was startled:
“Evon, what’s the matter!” Don't worry, we'll pour you some milk, give the cubs water to drink, and you'll sleep like other bears in your lair until spring!
Look - and the bear is already holding out a birch bark bucket. The children poured out half a jug of milk for him.
“Good children, good children,” muttered the bear and went on his way, waddling from paw to paw.
And Vanya and Masha went on. It's very close to home. They suddenly hear a noise above their heads. They looked: an owl swoops down on them, flaps its wings, shouts in a raspy voice:
- Give me the bread! Give me milk! Bread for me! Milk! - the owl spread its sharp claws, and strives to grab prey.
Vanya waved his stick:
“I’ll give it to you now, robber!”
The owl had to get out! And the children soon reached the house. The mother rushed to meet them, kisses, pardons:
“I was so worried about you!” Why didn't you change your mind! Suddenly, I think, they met a wolf, suddenly what a connecting rod bear met! ..
And the children answer:
- And we really met a wolf! And we gave him bread for his cubs.
- And we met a connecting rod bear! We gave him milk for the cubs.
Mother threw up her hands: that's how my heart felt! And the father asks:
“Did you bring anything home?” Or were they treated to someone else along the way?
Vanya and Masha laughed:
- We also met a robber owl! We threatened her with a stick! And we brought home two loaves of bread and half a jug of milk. So now we will have a real feast!
The first star lit up in the sky, people began to praise the Nativity of Christ.
Sing, Christians
Peace to the rescue
In the poor camp of Bethlehem
God lies in the hay!
They prayed to God and sat down at the table. They look: what a miracle - no matter how much the father cuts off from the loaf, how many pieces of bread he distributes, but the loaf remains intact! The mother began to pour milk - no matter how much it pours, but the milk in the jug does not decrease!
- Well well! Well, miracles!
But everything has its turn: passed holidays.
The owners began to get down to business. Whatever the peasant and his wife undertake, everything goes well with them and argues. Where it was empty, there it became dense. What a wonder?
On the other hand, the wealthy peasant's economy went awry. The owner is crushed:
- All because we do not save good! Give to that, lend to this. No, we are not so rich, wife, not so rich as to think about others. Drive away from the yard all the beggars!
They began to chase everyone who approached their gates. But they didn't have much luck anyway.
– Maybe we eat too much or too fat? the old man thought. And he punishes his wife: - It's true, we need to cook the food in a different way! Go to those who live on the other side of the lake, but learn how to cook!
The old woman went, and the old man waits, waits. Long or short, the wife returned. The old man is impatient.
- What, wife, plucked up mind-mind? Did you find out why everything in their house is going well?
“I got it,” says the old woman, “I found out.
“Tell me what their secret is!”
And the old woman answered:
- Well, listen! Whoever comes into their yard, they welcome him, put him at the table, and even give him with him. A homeless dog will be fed. And always from good heart... That's why, old man, they are lucky.
The owner wondered:
- Wonderful! I have never heard of people getting rich because they help others. Well, okay, let's check: take a whole loaf and give it to the beggars on the high road. Yes, tell them to get away on all four sides!
- No, this will not help ... It is necessary to give from a good heart ...
The old man grumbled:
- Here's another! Not only do you give yours, but also from a good heart. Well, okay, give from a good heart. But only such an agreement: let them work later. We are not rich enough to give away our good for nothing.
But the old woman stands her ground:
- No, if you give, then without any persuasion.
The old man nearly suffocated in annoyance.
- What is it! His own, acquired - to give as a gift!
And the old woman again:
“Well, if it’s for something, it won’t be from a pure heart!”
The old man became thoughtful, shook his head and suddenly said:
- Wonderful things! .. Well, wife, we still have a small sheaf of unthreshed rye.
You know what, take out three ears, but save ... for sparrows. Let's start with them!
It all started on New Year's Eve.
There lived a rich peasant in a village. The village stood on the shore of the lake, and in the most prominent place stood the rich man's house - with outbuildings, barns, sheds, behind blind gates.
And on the other side, at the edge of the forest, huddled a small house, open to all winds. Yes, but the wind could not get hold of anything here.
There was a cold in the yard. The trees cracked with frost, and clouds of snow swirled over the lake.
“Listen, master,” said the rich man’s wife, “let’s put at least three rye ears on the roof for sparrows!” After all, today is New Year's Eve.
“I’m not so rich to throw so much grain to some sparrows,” said the old man.
“Why, that’s the custom,” the wife began again. - They say it's fortunate.
“But I’m telling you that I’m not so rich as to throw grain to sparrows,” the old man said, as he cut off.
But the wife did not let up.
“Perhaps that poor man who lives on the other side of the lake,” she said, “has not forgotten about the sparrows in new Year's Eve. But you sow ten times more grain than he does.
- Don't talk nonsense! the old man yelled at her. “I feed a lot of mouths already.” What else did you think up - throwing grain to the sparrows!
“That’s how it is,” the old woman sighed, “yes, it’s a custom…”
“Well, here’s the thing,” the old man interrupted her, “know your business, bake bread and watch that the ham doesn’t burn.” And the sparrows are not our concern.
And so, in a rich peasant house, they began to prepare for the New Year - they baked, and fried, and stewed, and boiled. The table was bursting with pots and bowls. Only the hungry sparrows that jumped on the roof did not get a crumb. In vain they circled over the house - not a single grain, not a single bread crust was found.
And in the poor house on the other side of the lake, it was as if they forgot about the New Year. The table and the oven were empty, but a rich treat was prepared for the sparrows on the roof - as many as three ears of ripe rye.
- If we threshed these ears, and did not give them to sparrows, we would have a holiday today! What cakes would I bake for the New Year! said the poor peasant's wife with a sigh.
- What kind of cakes are there! laughed the peasant. - Well, how many grains would you thresh from these ears! Just right for a sparrow feast!
"That's true," agreed the wife. - And yet...
“Don’t grumble, mother,” the peasant interrupted her, “I’ve saved up some money for the New Year. Gather the children as soon as possible, let them go to the village and buy us fresh bread and a jug of milk. We will also have a holiday - no worse than that of sparrows!
“I’m afraid to send them at such a time,” said the mother, “because here, even wolves roam ...
- Nothing, - said the father, - I will give Johan a strong stick, with this stick he will scare away any wolf.
And so little Juhan and his sister Nilla took a sled, a bag for bread, a jug for milk, a hefty stick just in case and went to the village on the other side of the lake.
By the time they got home, dusk had already fallen.
The blizzard has covered the lake with large snowdrifts. Johan and Nilla dragged the sled with difficulty, continually falling into deep snow. And the snow kept falling and falling, the snowdrifts grew and grew, and it was still far from home.
Suddenly something stirred in the darkness before them. A man is not a man, and it does not look like a dog. And it was a wolf - huge, thin. Mouth opened, stands across the road and howls.
“Now I will drive him away,” Johan said and waved his stick.
The wolf didn't even move. Apparently, Johan's stick did not frighten him at all, but he did not seem to be going to attack the children either. He only howled even more plaintively, as if asking for something. And strangely enough, the children understood him perfectly.
“Oooh, what a cold, what a fierce cold,” the wolf complained, “my cubs have nothing to eat at all!” They will go hungry!
“It’s a pity for your wolf cubs,” Nilla said, “but we ourselves have nothing but bread. Here, take two fresh loaves for your wolf cubs, and two will remain for us.
“Thank you, I will never forget your kindness,” said the wolf, grabbed two loaves with his teeth and ran away.
The children tied the bag with the remaining bread tighter and stumbled on.
They hadn't gone very far when they suddenly heard someone treading heavily behind them in the deep snow. Who could it be? Johan and Nilla looked back. And it was a huge bear. The bear was growling something in its own way, and Johan and Nilla at first could not understand him. But soon they began to make out what he was saying.
“Worry-roses, what a sea-rr-roses,” the bear growled. - All r-r-r-streams are frozen, all r-r-rivers are frozen ...
- What are you wandering about? Johan was surprised. - I would sleep in my lair, like other bears, and watch dreams.
— My cubs are crying, asking for a drink. And all the rivers froze, all the streams froze. How can I water my cubs?
Don't worry, we'll pour you some milk. Give me your bucket!
The bear held up a birch bark pail, which he held in his paws, and the children poured him half a jug of milk.
“Good children, good children,” muttered the bear and went on his way, waddling from paw to paw.
And Johan and Nilla went their own way. The load on their sledges became lighter, and now they moved faster through the snowdrifts. Yes, and the light in the window of their house was already visible through the darkness and the blizzard.
But then they heard some strange noise overhead. It was neither wind nor blizzard. Johan and Nilla looked up and saw an ugly owl. With all her might, she beat her wings, trying to keep up with the children.
- Give me the bread! Give me milk! the owl shouted in a raspy voice, already spreading its sharp claws to seize the prey.
- I'll give it to you now! Juhan said and began swinging the stick with such force that the owl feathers flew in all directions.
The owl had to get away before her wings were completely broken off.
And the children soon got home. They shook off the snow, dragged the sled onto the porch, and entered the house.
- Finally! Mother sighed happily. - Why didn't I think of it! And suddenly, I think, the wolf will meet them ...
“He met us,” said Johan. “But he didn’t do anything to us.” And we gave him some bread for his cubs.
“We also met a bear,” Nilla said. He's not scary at all either. We gave him milk for his cubs.
Did you bring anything home? Or did you treat someone else? the mother asked.
- Another owl! We treated her with a stick! Johan and Nilla laughed. - And we brought home two loaves of bread and half a jug of milk. So now we will have a real feast!
The time was already approaching midnight, and the whole family sat down at the table. My father cut the bread into slices, and my mother poured milk into mugs. But no matter how much the father cut off from the loaf, the loaf still remained intact. And the milk in the jug remained the same as it was.
— What miracles! mother and father wondered.
- That's how much we bought! - said Johan and Nilla and offered their mugs and bowls to their mother.
Exactly at midnight, when the clock struck twelve, everyone heard that someone was scratching at the small window.
And what do you think? A wolf and a bear hovered by the window, their front paws resting on the window frame. Both grinned cheerfully and nodded affably to the owners, as if wishing them a Happy New Year.
The next day, when the children ran up to the table, two fresh loaves and half a jug of milk stood as if untouched. And so it was every day. And when spring came, the cheerful chirping of sparrows seemed to lure the sun's rays to the poor peasant's small field, and his harvest was such as no one had ever harvested. And no matter what business the peasant and his wife took up, everything in their hands went well and argued.
On the other hand, the wealthy peasant's economy went awry. The sun seemed to bypass his fields, and his bins became empty.
“All because we do not protect good,” the owner lamented. “Give it to it, lend it to it.” After all, glory is about us: the rich! Where is the gratitude? No, we are not so rich, wife, not so rich as to think about others. Drive all the beggars out of the yard!
And they persecuted everyone who approached their gates. But they didn't have much luck anyway.
“Maybe we eat too much,” said the old man.
And he ordered to collect to the table only once a day. Everyone sits hungry, but prosperity in the house does not increase.
"That's right, we eat too fat," said the old man. “Listen, wife, go to those on the other side of the lake and learn how to cook. They say that you can add spruce cones to bread, and boil lingonberry green soup.
“Well, I’ll go,” said the old woman, and set off.
She returned in the evening.
— What, gained mind-reason? the old man asked.
“I got it,” said the old woman. “But they don’t add anything to the bread.”
- Have you tried their bread? It's true, they keep their bread away from the guests.
- No, - the old woman answers, - whoever comes to them, they sit at the table and give them with them. A homeless dog will be fed. And always with a good heart. That is why they are lucky in everything.
“Wonderful,” said the old man, “something I haven’t heard of people getting rich because they help others. Well, okay, take a whole loaf and give it to the beggars on the high road. Yes, tell them to get away on all four sides.
“No,” said the old woman with a sigh, “it won’t help. You have to give from a good heart...
- Here's another! growled the old man. - Not only do you give what is yours, but also from a good heart! .. Well, give it from a good heart. But only such an agreement: let them work later. We are not rich enough to give away our good for nothing.
But the old woman stood her ground:
- No, if you give, then without any persuasion.
- What is it! The old man almost suffocated from annoyance. - His own, acquired - to give away for free!
It happened just before Christmas.
There lived a rich peasant in a village. They began to prepare for the holy feast in his house, so the wife says:
- Listen, master, let's put at least three rye spikelets on the roof - for sparrows! After all, today is Christmas.
The peasant answers:
- I'm not so rich to throw so much grain to some sparrows!
But the wife does not let up, she asks her husband:
“Perhaps the poor man who lives on the other side of the lake did not forget about the sparrows on Christmas Eve. But you sow ten times more grain than he...
The old man shouted at her:
- Don't talk nonsense! What else have you thought up: throwing grain to the sparrows! Take it better at the festive table.
They began to bake in a rich house, and cook, and fry, and stew. Only the sparrows that jumped on the roof did not get a single crumb. They circled over the house: they did not find a single grain, not a single bread crust, and they flew away.
Suddenly they look, and on the roof of a poor house, open to all winds, a rich treat is cooked on the roof - as many as three ears of ripe rye. The sparrows rejoiced, they began to peck the grains!
We heard sparrows in the house. The hostess sighed.
- Eh, our oven is empty now and the table is not thick. If we took those three spikelets, if we threshed, if we kneaded the dough, if I baked cakes from that dough - so we would have a treat for the holiday! For children - for joy, for us - for consolation!
The peasant laughed.
- That's it, wife! If yes, if only ... What kind of cakes are there! How much grain can you thresh from three ears of corn! Just right for a sparrow feast! Better gather the children, let them go to the village and buy us fresh bread and a jug of milk - after all, I have saved up some kopecks for the holiday! We will also have a holiday - no worse than that of sparrows!
The children were delighted: Vanya and Masha.
- Let's go to! Let's go to! We'll bring a treat!
And the mother is restless:
- And the cold is in the yard! Yes, and the road is not close! And it's getting dark, come on! And yes, wolves...
And the children do not care:
- Give us, father, a strong stick, with this stick we will scare away any wolf!
Father gave Vanya a stick, their mother baptized them, and the children went to the village.
How long, how short - they bought four loaves of fresh bread and a jug of milk and went home.
They go, and the snow keeps falling and falling, the snowdrifts grow and grow, but it’s still not close to the house.
Suddenly, a wolf, huge, thin, met them. Mouth opened, stands across the road and howls. Vanya was not timid, he waved his stick, and his voice trembled:
- Do not be afraid, Masha, now I will drive him away!
And the wolf howled suddenly, so plaintively:
- Ooo, what a stu-u-uh, what a fierce stu-u-uh, my wolf cubs have absolutely nothing to eat! They're going to starve! Hungry-u-u!
Masha took pity on the wolf with the cubs, looks at her brother and whispers:
- We have nothing but bread, we will give the wolf cubs two loaves!
Vanya thought, and handed the wolf some bread. The wolf rejoiced, wagged his tail like a dog:
I will never forget your kindness!
The wolf grabbed two loaves with his teeth and ran away. And the kids moved on. They are walking, in a hurry, suddenly they hear: someone behind them is heavily stepping behind them in deep snow. Vanya and Masha looked around, and so they froze on the spot: a huge bear was following them. The bear stopped and growled:
- Sea-r-roses, sea-r-roses! R-r-r-streams are frozen, r-r-rivers are frozen! Bear cubs are crying, drinking pr-r-drow!
Vanya was startled:
“Evon, what’s the matter!” Don't worry, we'll pour you some milk, give the cubs water to drink, and you'll sleep like other bears in your lair until spring!
Look - and the bear is already holding out a birch bark bucket. The children poured out half a jug of milk for him.
“Good children, good children,” muttered the bear and went on his way, waddling from paw to paw.
And Vanya and Masha went on. It's very close to home. They suddenly hear a noise above their heads. They looked: an owl swoops down on them, flaps its wings, shouts in a raspy voice:
- Give me the bread! Give me milk! Bread for me! Milk! - the owl spread its sharp claws, and strives to grab prey.
Vanya waved his stick:
“I’ll give it to you now, robber!”
The owl had to get out! And the children soon reached the house. The mother rushed to meet them, kisses, pardons:
“I was so worried about you!” Why didn't you change your mind! Suddenly, I think, they met a wolf, suddenly what a connecting rod bear met! ..
And the children answer:
- And we really met a wolf! And we gave him bread for his cubs.
- And we met a connecting rod bear! We gave him milk for the cubs.
Mother threw up her hands: that's how my heart felt! And the father asks:
“Did you bring anything home?” Or were they treated to someone else along the way?
Vanya and Masha laughed:
- We also met a robber owl! We threatened her with a stick! And we brought home two loaves of bread and half a jug of milk. So now we will have a real feast!
The first star lit up in the sky, people began to praise the Nativity of Christ.
Sing, Christians
Peace to the rescue
In the poor camp of Bethlehem
God lies in the hay!
They prayed to God and sat down at the table. They look: what a miracle - no matter how much the father cuts off from the loaf, how many pieces of bread he distributes, but the loaf remains intact! The mother began to pour milk - no matter how much it pours, but the milk in the jug does not decrease!
- Well well! Well, miracles!
But everything has its turn: the holidays are over.
The owners began to get down to business. Whatever the peasant and his wife undertake, everything goes well with them and argues. Where it was empty, there it became dense. What a wonder?
On the other hand, the wealthy peasant's economy went awry. The owner is crushed:
- All because we do not save good! Give to that, lend to this. No, we are not so rich, wife, not so rich as to think about others. Drive away from the yard all the beggars!
They began to chase everyone who approached their gates. But they didn't have much luck anyway.
– Maybe we eat too much or too fat? the old man thought. And he punishes his wife: - It's true, we need to cook the food in a different way! Go to those who live on the other side of the lake, but learn how to cook!
The old woman went, and the old man waits, waits. Long or short, the wife returned. The old man is impatient.
- What, wife, plucked up mind-mind? Did you find out why everything in their house is going well?
“I got it,” says the old woman, “I found out.
“Tell me what their secret is!”
And the old woman answered:
- Well, listen! Whoever comes into their yard, they welcome him, put him at the table, and even give him with him. A homeless dog will be fed. And always from a good heart ... That's why, old man, they are lucky.
The owner wondered:
- Wonderful! I have never heard of people getting rich because they help others. Well, okay, let's check: take a whole loaf and give it to the beggars on the high road. Yes, tell them to get away on all four sides!
- No, this will not help ... It is necessary to give from a good heart ...
The old man grumbled:
- Here's another! Not only do you give yours, but also from a good heart. Well, okay, give from a good heart. But only such an agreement: let them work later. We are not rich enough to give away our good for nothing.
But the old woman stands her ground:
- No, if you give, then without any persuasion.
The old man nearly suffocated in annoyance.
- What is it! His own, acquired - to give as a gift!
And the old woman again:
“Well, if it’s for something, it won’t be from a pure heart!”
The old man became thoughtful, shook his head and suddenly said:
- Wonderful things! .. Well, wife, we still have a small sheaf of unthreshed rye.
You know what, take out three ears, but save ... for sparrows. Let's start with them!
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Lead boy
So the Nativity of Christ has come - a great, bright, joyful holiday.
leading girl
At this time, angels in heaven rejoice and people rejoice, because everything that is bright, peaceful, high, noble, holy in our life, all this is a gift from Christ the Savior who was born in the city of Bethlehem.
leading girl
Let's remember the events of the great Christmas night and what preceded it.
The lights go out in the hall, only the model of the cave on the stage is beautifully illuminated with garlands.
Lead boy
Before the birth of the Savior, the Roman emperor Augustus ordered a census to be carried out. All subjects went to the census in their hometowns. Righteous Joseph and Holy Mary from Nazareth, where they lived, went to Bethlehem, where they were from.
leading girl
In this city, Joseph and Mary could not find a place in the hotel, and they stopped for the night in a cave where shepherds drove cattle in bad weather. This is where Jesus Christ was born. The Mother swaddled the Baby and laid it on fragrant straw in a manger - a feeder for cattle.
A beautiful slide with the icon of the Mother of God with the Infant Christ is projected in the opening of the cave.
child reader
Angels, ray invisibly,
Praise the birth of Christ.
The Virgin bowed over the Son,
In her heart is purity,
Meekness, love and humility.
It blows with the breath of roses ...
To the sinful earth for salvation
The Christ child has been sent.
T. Shorygina
Children's choir sings the song "Christmas"
(lyrics by T. Shorygina, music by L. Ershova).
Christmas
There were many stars in the sky
Warm clear night.
Quietly sleeping Jesus Christ
On the straw in the manger.
Sleeping quietly
Quietly sleeping Christ
On the straw in the manger.
Virgin Mother, bending over Him,
She sang softly.
The night shimmered golden
Star cover.
The night shimmered golden
shimmering gold
Star cover.
Angels sang to Christ
Glorified the birth
He brought beauty into the world
I'm lying to the rescue!
Brought into the world
He brought beauty
I believe in salvation!
Lead boy
The first of the people who received the news of the birth of the Divine Child were shepherds who were tending their flocks near the city of Bethlehem.
Loud music sounds.
In the foreground of the screen (if a planar nativity scene is used) or on the stage, if children play the roles of shepherds, a "burning fire" appears. Around the fire are figures of shepherds or children in shepherd costumes.
Children read by roles a poem by T. Shorygina.
1st shepherd
The wind runs through the grass like a wave,
A small fire flickers in the dark.
Heaven with a shining moon
Like a starry, silk tent.
2nd shepherd
The night is fragrant with laurel subtly,
Silver in the stream water.
By the fire they talk quietly
Shepherds tending their flocks.
3rd shepherd
I hear in the grove behind the village
Quiet mysterious singing.
1st shepherd
As if a star choir sings from heaven.
2nd shepherd
Or rustling the branches of the forest.
leading girl
In the valley of the shepherds, not far from Jerusalem, a shining Angel of God appeared to the shepherds.
An angel appears.
Angel
Shepherds, do not be afraid in vain,
I brought great joy!
This night of grace, clear
Our Savior Christ has come into the world!
The children's choir sings the first verse of the song "Christmas, an angel has arrived...".
Christmas, an angel has arrived,
He flew across the sky, sang a song to people:
You people rejoice
Celebrate all day,
Today Christ's Christmas!
You people rejoice
Celebrate all day,
Today is Christmas Day!
3rd shepherd
To look at Christ
worship God,
The shepherds set off
On a long journey.
They came to the cave
Quietly stood near the door,
They brought as a gift to Mary
Honey, fragrant herbs.
Found the path by the asterisk
Bright, golden.
Performing the song "Asterisk"
(lyrics by T. Shorygina, music by L. Ershova.)
Star
This asterisk was not easy.
God Almighty Himself
I lit that star.
A golden star lit up in the sky,
This asterisk was not easy ...
And the star burns and shines
We are illuminating the path to salvation.
child reader
In the bottomless high
The asterisk is on fire.
Humble work, modest
God has not forgotten.
First to the cave
The shepherds have arrived.
sincere faith -
It's the salt of the earth!
Meekness and patience,
Life is quite simple.
People for consolation
Holy night has come!
T. Shorygina
The children's choir sings the second verse of the song "Christmas, an angel has arrived...".
The shepherds were the first to come to the cave
And the Child-God with the Mother was found,
Today is Christmas Day!
They stood, prayed, bowed to Christ, -
Today is Christmas Day!
The shepherds leave the stage.
The wolves appear.
Lead boy
According to the star, they found the way to the cave in which the Savior was born, the wise men of the East - the magi. They came to worship the Child and brought Him gifts - gold, frankincense and myrrh.
The scene with the Magi can also be shown in a flat nativity scene. If the puppets of the Magi cannot be prepared, you can stage a scene for children in the costumes of the Magi.
Children in roles read N. Veselovskaya's poem "The Conversation of the Magi".
first sorcerer
We are stargazers, we are visionaries,
We are all privy to secrets.
Let's go worship the baby
We are each from our own country.
Second sorcerer
By the command of God
A bright star guides us -
Through deserts and villages
Through forests and cities.
Third Magus
We are driven by insight in everything
We bring gifts to the Child.
first sorcerer
He is the King of kings; and, therefore, it is necessary
Bring Him a gift - gold ...
And now it burns like fire
The first gift to the Divine Infant!
Second sorcerer
And I carry something completely different:
fragrant vessel,
It's quiet here
myrrh and aloe
They will pour at the burial.
Alas! I know in advance
The Savior will die for the people.
But lies and malice will be put to shame,
And He will rise from the grave!
Third Magus
He is the Divine, and therefore
I carry incense for Him,
After all, incense is burned for the glory of God,
He is a fragrant resin ...
first sorcerer
Look! Seems like a road
She brought us to a new city.
Second sorcerer
The star is out of place.
Third Magus
So here.
Let us open the gate.
The children's choir sings the third verse of the song "Christmas, an angel has arrived."
The wise men from the east come with a star,
Frankincense, myrrh, gold
They bring it to Christ.
They stood, wept,
Gifts were given to Christ,
Today is Christmas Day!
They stood, wept,
Gifts were given to Christ,
Today is Christmas Day!
leading girl
At the entrance to the cave where Christ was born, there were three trees: a palm tree, an olive tree and a fir tree. They also wanted to bow to the Divine Child.
The history of the Christmas tree (verses by N. Veselovskaya) can also be shown in a flat nativity scene, using large flat images of a Christmas tree, palm trees and olives. Or you can stage this scene for children dressed in costumes of trees and an angel.
Palm
I am a palm tree with a lush round crown,
And I keep pride in my heart.
Your leaf, wide and green
I will bow before the Child.
He will probably smile at me
After all, I'm the most beautiful of all. Right?
Olive
And I am the beauty of the olive tree.
Not all trees are so slender...
My fruits with a touch of blue
The fragrances are full.
And there is nothing to think, deciding
Which, of course, I'm good.
Christmas tree
But I have nothing to brag about:
I have only cones and needles.
Palm
So don't go to Christ
You still poke him...
Olive
Or drop a bump on Him.
Palm and Olive(in chorus)
Christmas tree, go away
Don't go near Christ.
Palm
You are not beautiful at all...
Olive
A stick in a fur coat, and nothing more.
Christmas tree
Well, dear friends, I will not go to Christ. I'll wait for you here at the entrance to the cave. True, I would very much like to see Him, but what can you do ...
An angel appears.
Christmas tree, palm and olive(in chorus)
Oh who is it?
Angel
Oh, quiet and humble Christmas tree! Your meekness pleases Christ. Now I will dress you with stars from the sky.
The angel decorates the Christmas tree, sprinkling it with sparkles.
Angel
I myself will take you to the holy cradle of the Child. And from now on, in memory of you, people will decorate a Christmas tree every year.
child reader
We will decorate the Christmas tree
bright star,
We will braid the Christmas tree
Golden thread.
How beautiful on the Christmas tree
Festive outfit.
On her pins and needles
The fires are burning.
And sweet at heart
Fun, light.
Everyone is happy today
Christmas has come!
T. Shorygina
Lead boy
The time of the Nativity of Christ is the time of miracles and Christmas gifts.
Heaven gave Christ
Christmas star.
Earth with love and faith
Gave the Baby a cave.
The angels praised with singing.
Preserving the beauty of the soul,
Chastity and humility
People gave Mother to Christ!
T. Shorygina
leading girl
And also the time of Christmas is the time of Christmas Christmas stories. One of them - the fairy tale "Three rye spikelets" today we will tell and show you.
Three rye spikelets
(According to the fairy tale by Z. Topelius)
Characters:
Narrator
Wealthy Peasant
Wealthy farmer's wife
poor peasant
Poor peasant's wife
Vanya (son)
Masha (daughter)
flock of sparrows
Wolf
Bear
Owl
Props for a fairy tale
Spikelets of rye (or other cereal).
"Strong stick" - a gnarled thick branch.
A bag suitable for putting "four loaves of bread" into it, a strap should be attached to the bag in order to quickly throw it on Vanya's back and take it off just as quickly.
"Pitcher of milk".
Birchbark, or another bucket.
Christmas tree for a festive evening in the house of the poor.
Dishes on the table in the poor man's house.
At one end of the stage is the rich man's house, at the other the poor man's house. In the middle of the scene is a lake made of silvery fabric, surrounded by a forest.
Magical music sounds.
Narrator
It happened just before Christmas.
There lived a rich peasant in a village. They began to prepare for the holy feast in his house, so the wife says ...
Wealthy farmer's wife
Listen, master, let's put at least three spikelets of rye on the roof - for the sparrows! After all, today is Christmas.
Wealthy Peasant
I'm not so rich to throw away so much grain to some sparrows!
Wealthy farmer's wife
Probably the poor man who lives on the other side of the lake has not forgotten about the sparrows on Christmas Eve. But you sow ten times more grain than he...
Wealthy Peasant
Don't talk nonsense! What else have you thought up: throwing grain to the sparrows! Take it better at the festive table.
Narrator
They began to bake, cook, fry and stew in a rich house. Only the sparrows that jumped on the roof did not get a single crumb. They circled over the house: they did not find a single grain, and they flew away.
The roles of sparrows can also be played by children. They dance, move around the stage to the music, "flying" from the rich man's house to the poor man's house.
Narrator
Sparrows are watching, and on the roof of a poor house, open to all winds, a rich treat is cooked on the roof - as many as three ears of ripe rye. The sparrows rejoiced, they began to peck the grains!
We heard sparrows in the house. The owner sighed...
Poor peasant's wife
Eh, our oven is empty now, but the table is not thick. If we took those three spikelets, if we threshed, if we kneaded the dough, if I baked cakes from that dough - so we would have a treat for the holiday! For children - for joy, for us - for consolation!
poor peasant
Enough, wife! If only, if only ... What kind of cakes are there! How much grain can you thresh from three ears of corn! Just right for a sparrow feast! Better gather the children, let them go to the village and buy us fresh bread and a jug of milk - after all, I have saved up some kopecks for the holiday! We will also have a holiday - no worse than that of sparrows!
Children in the house of a poor peasant decorate a Christmas tree and sing some kind of Christmas carol. After the end of the song, the father turns to the children.
poor peasant
Vanya, Masha! Get ready, go to the village, and buy us a jug of milk and fresh bread for the holiday.
Vania
Let's go to! Let's go to!
Masha
We'll bring a treat!
Poor peasant's wife
Yes, maybe they shouldn’t go ... After all, it’s cold in the yard! Yes, and the road is not close! And it's getting dark, come on! And yes, wolves...
Vania
Don't be afraid, mother. And you, father, give us a strong stick, with this stick we will scare away every wolf!
Narrator
Father gave Vanya a stick, their mother baptized them, and the children went to the village.
Children walk past the lake, through the forest.
Sounds like music or soundtrack howling wind.
Narrator
How long, how short - they bought four loaves of fresh bread, and a jug of milk and went home.
They go, and the snow keeps falling, and falling, the snowdrifts grow, and grow, but it’s still not close to the house.
Suddenly, a wolf, huge, thin, met them. Mouth opened, stands across the road and howls. Vanya was not timid, he waved his stick, but his voice was trembling ...
The wolf enters the scene.
Vania
Do not be afraid, Masha, now I will drive him away!
Narrator
And the wolf howled suddenly, so plaintively...
Wolf
Woo, what a stu-u-uh, what a fierce stu-u-uh, my wolf cubs have absolutely nothing to eat! They're going to starve! Hungry-u-u!
Masha
Vania! I feel sorry for the wolf with the cubs, only we have nothing but bread, we will give two loaves to the cubs!
Narrator
Vanya thought, and handed the wolf some bread. The wolf rejoiced, wagging its tail like a dog.
Wolf
I will never forget your kindness!
The wolf runs away.
Narrator
The wolf grabbed two loaves and ran away.
And the kids moved on. They are walking, in a hurry, suddenly they hear: someone behind them is heavily stepping behind them in deep snow. Vanya and Masha looked around, and so they froze on the spot: a huge bear was following them. The bear stopped and growled.
A bear appears.
Bear
Sea-r-roses, sea-r-roses! R-r-r-streams are frozen, r-r-rivers are frozen! Bear cubs are crying, drinking pr-r-drow!
Vania
Wow, what's the matter! Don't worry, we'll pour you some milk, give the cubs water to drink, and you'll sleep like other bears in your lair until spring!
The bear holds out a birch bark bucket to the children. Vanya and Masha are pouring milk from a jug for him.
Bear
Good kids, good kids!
The bear leaves.
Narrator
And the bear went on his way, waddling from paw to paw.
And Vanya and Masha went on. It's very close to home. They suddenly hear a noise above their heads. They looked: an owl flies at them, flaps its wings, screams in a raspy voice.
Owl
Give me bread! Give me milk! Bread for me! Milk!
The owl flies around trying to grab prey.
Vania (wielding a stick)
Here I will give you now, robber!
Narrator
The owl had to get out!
And the children soon reached the house. The mother rushed to meet them, kisses, pardons.
Poor peasant's wife
Oh, how I worried about you! Why didn't you change your mind! Suddenly, I think, they met a wolf, suddenly what a connecting rod bear met! ..
Vania
We really met a wolf! And we gave him bread for his cubs.
Masha
And we met a connecting rod bear! We gave him milk for the cubs.
Father
Did you bring anything home? Or were they treated to someone else along the way?
Vania
We also met a robber owl! We threatened her with a stick!
Masha
And we brought home two loaves of bread and half a jug of milk. So now we will have a real feast!
Children take out a knapsack and put a loaf of bread on the table, put a jug of milk.
Narrator
The first star lit up in the sky, people began to praise the Nativity of Christ.
The song "It always happens"
(words and music by A. Kryachko).
This is how it always happens
Sweeps the snow of the field,
The earth became white
Sleeping under a snow blanket -
This is always the case in winter.
There is a tower-teremok,
Smoke comes out of the chimney.
And under a warm blanket
The son is sleeping in the cradle.
His sister is sleeping next to him.
And quietly snores ...
Behind the window all the tracks
The moon is bright silver.
Mom covered the kids
rocked the cradle,
Quietly sang a song -
It's always been like this in the family...
Year after year, round dance,
Everyone goes, the years run,
Grow up, recruit
Strength, dexterity, intelligence.
Helping mom and dad
It always happens in the family!
Save, Lord, our house,
To have happiness in it.
Save, Lord, our house,
So that everyone is warm in it,
And all the strife and strife
Let them freeze under the window.
Outside the window snow sweeps,
Dad is carrying a Christmas tree
So it's going to be a holiday soon.
Christmas and New Year!
Come, guests, to us,
You are welcome in our house
Grandma washed the tablecloth
Mom set the table for her -
It's always been like this at home!
That's how it's always been with us...
The family of a poor peasant sits down at the table.
Narrator
Everyone in the house prayed to God and sat down at the table. They look: what a miracle - how much the father does not cut off from the loaf, how many pieces of bread he does not distribute, but the loaf remains intact! The mother began to pour milk - no matter how much it pours out, but the milk in the jug does not decrease!
Poor peasant and children(in chorus)
Well, miracles!
The scene is changing. The owners in their homes are taken to work.
Narrator
But everything has its turn: the holidays are over. The owners began to get down to business. Whatever the peasant and his wife undertake, everything goes well with them, but they argue. Where it was empty, there it became dense. What a wonder?
On the other hand, the wealthy peasant's economy went awry. Owner collapses...
Wealthy Peasant
All because, wife, that we do not save the good! Give to that, lend to this. No, we are not so rich, not so rich to think about others. Drive away, wife, away from the yard of all beggars!
Narrator
They began to chase everyone who approached their gates. But they didn't have much luck anyway. The old man began to think ...
Wealthy Peasant
Maybe we eat too much or too fat? We probably need to cook our food differently! Go, wife, to those who live on the other side of the lake, but learn how to cook!
The wife of a rich peasant goes to the house of the poor, watches how the poor peasant and his wife work, how they meet guests, treat them.
Narrator
The old woman went, and the old man waits, waits. Long or short, the wife returned. The old man is impatient.
Wealthy Peasant
What, wife, plucked up mind-mind? Did you find out why everything in their house is going well?
Wealthy farmer's wife
Got it, got it.
Wealthy Peasant
Tell me what their secret is!
Wealthy farmer's wife
Well, listen! Whoever comes into their yard, they welcome him, put him at the table, and even give him with him. A homeless dog will be fed. And always from a good heart ... That's why, old man, they are lucky.
Wealthy Peasant
Wonderful! I have never heard of people getting rich by helping others. Well, okay, let's check: take a whole loaf and give it to the beggars on the high road. Yes, tell them to get away on all four sides!
Wealthy farmer's wife
No, this will not help ... It is necessary to give from a good heart ...
Wealthy Peasant
Here's another! Not only do you give yours, but also from a good heart. Well, okay, give from a good heart. But only such an agreement: let them work later. We are not rich enough to give away our good for nothing.
Wealthy farmer's wife
No, if you give, then without any persuasion.
Wealthy Peasant
What is it! His own, acquired - to give as a gift!
Wealthy farmer's wife
So after all, if for something, it will not be from a pure heart!
Wealthy Peasant
Wonderful deeds! .. Well, that's what, wife, we still have a sheaf of unthreshed rye. You know what, take out three ears of corn, but save ... for sparrows. Let's start with them!
The song "About a cold and hot heart" is performed
(lyrics 1 and 2 verses by an unknown author, verses 3 and 4 verses and music by A. Kryachko).
About cold and hot heart
Where are the butterflies, dragonflies
Play your game
There our tears freeze
In the icy wind
We can't keep warm
When the blizzard blows.
As long as the heart reigns here
Cold as ice.
Make it hard to warm up
But still, every time
There is someone who has a heart
His will warm us.
And the butterflies will swirl
The nightingales rise
Where the one will pass, whose heart
Filled with love.
All "artists" bow to the audience and leave the stage.
Leading
Thank you guys for the story and songs.
And on our stage, like last year, there is a Christmas tree, decorated with toys and sweets. Everyone who reads poems about winter and the holiday will get a toy or candy. Before you go out and read poetry, let's one of the poems " Holy holiday- Christmas "let's read it all together. I will begin each quatrain, and you will finish it.
We will decorate the spruce with a star
And a golden garland.
After all, today is a celebration
Bright holiday - Christmas!
Christmas trees are beautiful outfit,
The lights on it are on.
After all, today is a celebration
Bright holiday - Christmas!
Let's sing and have fun
Circling around the Christmas tree
After all, today is a celebration
Bright holiday - Christmas!
Children read poems about winter and the holiday, take sweets and homemade toys from the Christmas tree as gifts.
After the end of the matinee, the host invites everyone to the classes, to the festive tables.