A tale of lost time, what incomprehensible words. Literature lesson in third grade

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Petya Zubov. He studied in the third grade of the fourteenth school and was always behind, both in Russian writing, and in arithmetic, and even in singing.

- I’ll make it! - he said at the end of the first quarter. “I’ll catch up with you all in the second.”

And the second one came - he hoped for a third. So he was late and lagged, lagged and late and did not bother. “I’ll have time” and “I’ll have time.”

And then one day Petya Zubov came to school, late as always. He ran into the locker room. He slammed his briefcase on the fence and shouted:

- Aunt Natasha! Take my coat!

And Aunt Natasha asks from somewhere behind the hangers:

-Who is calling me?

- It's me. Petya Zubov,” the boy answers.

“I’m surprised myself,” Petya answers. “Suddenly I became hoarse for no reason at all.”

Aunt Natasha came out from behind the hangers, looked at Petya and screamed:

Petya Zubov was also scared and asked:

- Aunt Natasha, what’s wrong with you?

- Like what? - Aunt Natasha answers. “You said that you were Petya Zubov, but in fact you must be his grandfather.”

- What kind of grandfather am I? — the boy asks. “I’m Petya, a third-grade student.”

- Look in the mirror! - says Aunt Natasha.

The boy looked in the mirror and almost fell. Petya Zubov saw that he had turned into a tall, thin, pale old man. He grew a beard and mustache. Wrinkles covered the face like a net.

Petya looked at himself, looked, and his gray beard shook.

He shouted in a deep voice:

- Mother! - and ran out of the school.

He runs and thinks:

“Well, if my mother doesn’t recognize me, then everything is lost.”

Petya ran home and called three times.

Mom opened the door for him.

He looks at Petya and is silent. And Petya is silent too. He stands with his gray beard exposed and almost cries.

- Who do you want, grandfather? - Mom finally asked.

- You will not recognise me? - Petya whispered.

“Sorry, no,” my mother answered.

Poor Petya turned away and walked wherever he could.

He walks and thinks:

- What a lonely, unhappy old man I am. No mother, no children, no grandchildren, no friends... And most importantly, I didn’t have time to learn anything. Real old people are either doctors, or masters, or academics, or teachers. Who needs me when I'm just a third grade student? They won’t even give me a pension: after all, I only worked for three years. And how he worked - with twos and threes. What will happen to me? Poor old me! Am I an unhappy boy? How will all this end?

So Petya thought and walked, walked and thought, and he himself did not notice how he went out of the city and ended up in the forest. And he walked through the forest until it got dark.

“It would be nice to have a rest,” Petya thought and suddenly saw a white house off to the side, behind the fir trees.

Petya entered the house - there were no owners. There is a table in the middle of the room. A kerosene lamp hangs above it. There are four stools around the table. The walkers are ticking on the wall. And in the corner there is a pile of hay.

Petya lay down in the hay, buried himself deep in it, warmed up, cried quietly, wiped his tears with his beard and fell asleep.

Petya wakes up - the room is light, a kerosene lamp is burning under the glass. And there are guys sitting around the table - two boys and two girls. Large, copper-clad abacus lies in front of them. The guys count and mutter:

- Two years, and another five, and another seven, and another three... This is for you, Sergei Vladimirovich, and these are yours, Olga Kapitonovna, and this is for you, Marfa Vasilievna, and these are yours, Panteley Zakharovich.

Who are these guys? Why are they so gloomy? Why do they groan, and groan, and sigh, like real old people? Why do they call each other by their first and patronymic names? Why did they gather here at night, in a lonely forest hut?

Petya Zubov froze, not breathing, hanging on every word. And he became scared from what he heard.

Not boys and girls, but evil wizards and evil witches were sitting at the table! This is how it turns out that the world works: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how he is getting old. And the evil wizards found out about this and let's catch the guys wasting their time. And so the wizards caught Petya Zubov, and another boy, and two more girls and turned them into old men. The poor children grew old, and they themselves did not notice it: after all, a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how he is getting old. And the time lost by the boys was taken by the wizards for themselves. And the wizards became little children, and the boys became old men.

What should I do?

What to do?

Isn’t it really possible to restore the lost youth to the children?

The wizards calculated the time and wanted to hide the scores in the table, but Sergei Vladimirovich - the main one - did not allow it. He took the abacus and walked up to the walkers. He turned the hands, tugged the weights, listened to the pendulum tick, and clicked the abacus again.

He counted, he counted, he whispered, he whispered, until the clock showed midnight. Then Sergei Vladimirovich mixed the dominoes and checked again how many he got.

Then he called the wizards to him and spoke quietly:

- Lord wizards! Know that the guys whom we have turned into old men today can still become younger.

- How? - the wizards screamed.

“I’ll tell you now,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich.

He tiptoed out of the house, walked around it, returned, bolted the door and stirred the hay with a stick.

Petya Zubov froze like a mouse.

But the kerosene lamp shone dimly, and the evil wizard did not see Petya. He called the other wizards closer to him and spoke quietly:

“Unfortunately, this is how the world works: a person can be saved from any misfortune.” If the guys whom we turned into old people find each other tomorrow, come here to us at exactly twelve o’clock at night and turn the arrow of the walkers back seventy-seven times, then the children will become children again, and we will die.

The wizards were silent.

Then Olga Kapitonovna said:

- How do they know all this?

And Panteley Zakharovich grumbled:

“They won’t come here by twelve o’clock at night.” Even if it's a minute they'll be late.

And Marfa Vasilievna muttered:

- Where should they go? Where are they! These lazy people won’t even be able to count up to seventy-seven, they’ll immediately lose their minds!

“That’s how it is,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich. “Still, keep your ears open for now.” If the guys get to the clocks and touch the arrows, then we won’t budge. Well, for now there’s no time to waste - let’s go to work.

And the wizards, hiding the abacus in the table, ran like children, but at the same time they groaned, groaned and sighed like real old people.

Petya Zubov waited until the footsteps in the forest died down. Got out of the house. And, without wasting any time, hiding behind trees and bushes, he ran and rushed into the city to look for old schoolchildren.

The city has not yet woken up. It was dark in the windows, empty on the streets, only policemen stood at their posts. But then dawn broke. The first trams rang. And finally Petya Zubov saw an old woman walking slowly down the street with a large basket.

Petya Zubov ran up to her and asked:

- Please tell me, grandma, are you not a schoolgirl?

And the old lady would knock her feet and swing her basket at Petya. Petya barely carried his feet away. He caught his breath a little and moved on. And the city has already completely woken up. Trams are flying, people are rushing to work. Trucks are rumbling - quickly, quickly, we need to hand over the goods to stores, factories, and railways. Janitors clear the snow and sprinkle the panel with sand so that pedestrians do not slip, fall, or waste time. How many times did Petya Zubov see all this and only now did he understand why people are so afraid of not being on time, of being late, of falling behind.

Petya looks around, looking for old people, but doesn’t find a single one suitable. Old people are running through the streets, but you can immediately see that they are real people, not third graders.

Here is an old man with a briefcase. Probably a teacher. Here is an old man with a bucket and a brush - this is a painter. Here is a red fire truck rushing, and in the car there is an old man - the chief of the city fire department. This one, of course, never wasted any time in his life.

Petya walks and wanders, but the young old people, the old children, are nowhere to be found. Life is in full swing all around. He alone, Petya, fell behind, was late, did not have time, is good for nothing, is of no use to anyone.

Exactly at noon, Petya went into a small park and sat down on a bench to rest.

And suddenly he jumped up.

He saw an old woman sitting nearby on another bench and crying.

Petya wanted to run up to her, but didn’t dare.

- I'll wait! - he said to himself. “I’ll see what she will do next.”

And the old woman stopped crying, she sits and dangles her legs. Then she took out a newspaper from the pocket of one, and from the other a piece of sieve with raisins. The old lady unfolded the newspaper - Petya gasped with joy: “Pioneer Truth”! - and the old woman began to read and eat. He picks out the raisins, but doesn’t touch the sieve ones.

The old lady looked at the ball from all sides, carefully wiped it with a handkerchief, stood up, slowly walked up to the tree and let’s play three rubles.

Petya rushed to her through the snow, through the bushes. Runs and shouts:

- Grandmother! Honestly, you are a schoolgirl!

The old woman jumped for joy, grabbed Petya by the hands and answered:

- That's right, that's right! I am a third grade student Marusya Pospelova. Who are you?

Petya told Marusa who he was. They held hands and ran to look for the rest of their comrades. We searched for an hour, two, three. Finally we entered the second courtyard of a huge house. And they see an old woman jumping behind the woodshed. She drew classes on the asphalt with chalk and is jumping on one leg, chasing a pebble.

Petya and Marusya rushed to her.

- Grandmother! Are you a schoolgirl?

- Schoolgirl! - the old woman answers. — Third grade student Nadenka Sokolova. Who are you?

Petya and Marusya told her who they were. All three held hands and ran to look for their last comrade.

But he seemed to have disappeared into the ground. Wherever the old people went - into courtyards, and into gardens, and into children's theaters, and into children's cinemas, and into the House of Entertaining Science - a boy disappeared, and that’s all.

And time goes by. It was already getting dark. Already in the lower floors of the houses the lights came on. The day is ending. What to do? Is everything really lost?

Suddenly Marusya shouted:

- Look! Look!

Petya and Nadenka looked and this is what they saw: a tram was flying, number nine. And there’s an old man hanging on the sausage. The hat is pulled jauntily down over one ear, the beard flutters in the wind. An old man rides and whistles. His comrades are looking for him, they are knocked off their feet, but he is rolling around all over the city and doesn’t give a damn!

The guys rushed after the tram. Luckily for them, a red light came on at the intersection and the tram stopped.

The guys grabbed the sausage maker by the flaps and tore him away from the sausage.

-Are you a schoolboy? - they ask.

- What about it? - he answers. - Second grade student Vasya Zaitsev. What do you want?

The guys told him who they were.

In order not to waste time, all four of them got on the tram and went out of town to the forest.

Some schoolchildren were traveling on the same tram. They stood up and gave way to our old men:

- Please sit down, grandfathers and grandmothers.

The old men were embarrassed, blushed and refused. And the schoolchildren, as if on purpose, turned up polite, well-mannered, asking the old people, persuading them:

- Yes, sit down! You have worked hard over your long life and are tired. Sit now and rest.

Then, fortunately, the tram approached the forest, our old men jumped off and ran into the thicket.

But then a new misfortune awaited them. They got lost in the forest.

Night fell, dark, dark. Old people wander through the forest, fall, stumble, but cannot find their way.

- Ah, time, time! - says Petya. - It runs, it runs. Yesterday I didn’t notice the way back to the house - I was afraid to lose time. And now I see that sometimes it’s better to spend a little time in order to save it later.

The old men were completely exhausted. But, fortunately for them, the wind blew, the sky cleared of clouds and the full moon shone in the sky.

Petya Zubov climbed onto the birch tree and saw - there it was, a house, two steps away its walls were white, the windows were shining among the dense fir trees.

Petya went downstairs and whispered to his comrades:

- Quiet! Not a word! Behind me!

The guys crawled through the snow to the house. We looked carefully out the window.

The clock shows five minutes to twelve. The wizards lie in the hay, saving their stolen time.

- They are sleeping! - said Marusya.

- Quiet! - Petya whispered.

Quietly the guys opened the door and crawled towards the walkers. At one minute to twelve they stood up at the clock. Exactly at midnight, Petya extended his hand to the arrows and - one, two, three - spun them back, from right to left.

The wizards jumped up screaming, but could not move. They stand and grow, grow. Now they have turned into adults, now gray hair is shining on their temples, their cheeks are covered with wrinkles.

- Pick me up! - Petya shouted. - I’m becoming small, I can’t reach the arrows! Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three!

Petya's comrades lifted him into their arms.

At the fortieth turn of the arrow, the wizards became decrepit, hunched old men. They were bent closer and closer to the ground, they became lower and lower.

And then, on the seventy-seventh and final turn of the arrow, the evil wizards screamed and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The guys looked at each other and laughed with joy. They became children again. They took it in battle, and miraculously regained the time they had lost in vain.

They were saved, but remember: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how old he is.

A TALE OF LOST TIME.

(Based on the fairy tale by E. Schwartz.)

A script for a children's theater where the children themselves will act.

CHARACTERS:

STORYTELLER
PETYA ZUBOV
PETI'S MOM
MAIN EVIL WIZARD
EVIL WIZARD
1st WICKED WIZARD
2ND WICKED WIZARD
VITYA
LENA
ZINA
KOLYA SNEGIREV IS PETI ZUBOV'S FRIEND
GRANDMOTHER

1 SCENE.

(Music.)

STORYTELLER: This amazing story happened to one boy, a 3rd grade student “B”. His name was Petya Zubov. Petya was a very disorganized boy, he was late everywhere and even received bad marks in some subjects. At the same time, he said, “I’ll have time, I’ll fix it, I’ll catch up.” Weeks passed after weeks, but everything remained the same. And again “I’ll have time, I’ll fix it, I’ll catch up”... Don’t believe me? Let's take a look at his house and see for yourself...

(Music. The curtain opens. Petya’s room is on stage. Petya and his mother are in the room.)

PETI'S MOM: Petya, how long will it take you to get ready? You'll be late for school!

PETER: I'll make it!

PETI'S MOM: Do you remember that you got a D in arithmetic?

PETER: I'll fix it!...

PETI'S MOM: And you started to fall behind in Russian!

PETER: I'll catch up!... (thinking)

(Petya’s mother goes off stage.)

PETER: I wonder if I will overtake Kolka on a bicycle today? (sits, thinks)
If only I had a jet engine!...

(Petya’s mother appears on stage again.)

PETI'S MOM: Peter! Are you in the clouds again? You'll be late for school!

PETER: I'll make it!

PETI'S MOM: (to the hall) And like this every day!

(The curtain closes)

STORYTELLER: Are you sure? Yes, he doesn’t value time, that’s why this amazing story happened to him. What's the story? And he fell into the clutches of evil wizards! What, you think this doesn’t happen? Now let's see!

SCENE 2.

(Music. The curtain opens. We see a forest. In the middle of the scene we see a painted hut. It is attached to a riser or to a screen. The Main Evil Wizard appears.)

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Here we are at home!
But for some reason no one meets me! Strange!
They're probably sleeping! Here are the parasites!

(He approaches the hut. He moves aside the riser or screen. There we see three evil wizards sitting at the table. They are writing something.)

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: What are you doing?

EVIL WIZARD: We're making denunciations!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Denunciations? Who needs them now?
Left behind from life! You don't want to think! Got lazy!
Over the past 10 years, not a single decent nasty thing has been done to people!
And also evil wizards!

1st WICKED WIZARD: It's old age!
In your youth, you probably remember how dashingly I operated!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Shut up, better!
(addresses the Evil Wizard) So tell me, what is your responsibility?

EVIL WIZARD: Our duty is to harm people in every possible way!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: And how are you doing harm?

EVIL WIZARD: (sighs) Oops, things haven't been working out well lately!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: What are you, parasites! Are you going to retire?
It won't work, darlings! We'll have to do some more work!

EVIL WIZARD: But our strength is no longer the same, we are in our old age, in retirement!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: And we will get our years back! Let's look younger!
And with renewed vigor we will begin to harm people!

2ND WICKED WIZARD: How can we get younger?

ALL: But how?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: But listen!
Do you know that there are a lot of guys in the world who waste their time?
So we must choose this time and take it for ourselves!

EVIL WIZARD: Yes, but how will you take it, is it time? After all, this is not a wallet.
Now, if someone loses their wallet, and you take it and appropriate it!
But time, it’s not real!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: For people it is not real, but for us, evil wizards, it is very real!
It's like sand, lost time. You just need to collect it with a broom and put it in a bag. And at the same time, the spell is to say: “What left you has come to us!”
And then we’ll knead dough from this sand, bake it into flat cakes, eat it and become younger!

1st WICKED WIZARD: Where will our old age go?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Old age will pass on to the children!
They will turn into old people instead of us! It's clear?
It benefits us and harms people!

ALL: Ha ha! This is great!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Quiet! Did you remember the spell?

ALL: Remember!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Then take the bags and get to work!

SCENE 3.

STORYTELLER: The evil wizards ran around the city to look for the children who were wasting time... And this is not difficult, because it is morning, all the children must sit at their desks at school.

(Music. The curtain opens. Petya Zubov appears. He walks slowly, he has a dreamy look. The Main Evil Wizard appears with a bag and a broom.)

PETER: (stops) Yes, I wonder if I can overtake Kolka on a bicycle today?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: (triumphantly) Aha, darling, gotcha!
(addresses Petya) Boy, you should be at school!

PETER: I? Yes! I'm going to school!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD:

PETER: I'll make it!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: Chirliks-Mirliks! Sharanda-baranda!

(The main evil wizard sweeps the broom into the bag. Petya goes off stage, followed by the Main evil wizard.
A girl Lena appears on the stage, she jumps over a rope (all children should have backpacks over their shoulders, because they are going to school). The 1st evil sorceress follows her.)

1st WICKED WIZARD: Girl! Why aren't you at school?

LENA: I? And I'm already on my way!

1st WICKED WIZARD: (sarcastically) So the bell rang a long time ago!

GIRL: I'll make it!

1st WICKED WIZARD: Chirliks-Mirliks! Sharanda-baranda!
What went from you has come to us!

(The first evil sorceress sweeps the broom into the bag. The girl Lena goes off stage, the sorceress follows her.
A girl Zina appears on the stage, she plays with a ball. The 2nd evil sorceress follows her. She opens the bag and starts sweeping with a broom.)

2ND WICKED WIZARD: Chirliks-Mirliks! Sharanda-baranda!
What went from you has come to us!

(The girl Zina goes off stage, followed by the 2nd evil sorceress.
A boy, Vitya, appears on the stage, holding a boat in his hand. The Evil Wizard follows him. He opens the bag.)

VITYA: Where should I launch this boat?

EVIL WIZARD: (sarcastically) Boy, won't you be late for school?

VITYA: I'll make it!

EVIL WIZARD: Chirliks-Mirliks! Sharanda-baranda!
What went from you has come to us!

(The boy Vitya goes off stage. The Evil Wizard follows him. Music. The curtain closes.)

SCENE 4.

STORYTELLER: What happened to the guys? Did they really turn into old people or did the spell not work? Let's follow Petya and see...

(The bell rings from class.)

STORYTELLER: Ah ah ah! The bell had already rung from the first lesson, all the kids ran out for recess, and Petya Zubov had just arrived at school... (pause)
The first person Petya met at school was his friend Kolya Snegirev...

(Music. The curtain opens. Petya and Kolya are on stage. Petya stands with his back to the audience.)

PETER: Hello, Kolka!

KOLYA:(surprised) Hello, grandfather! And who are you?

PETER: What are you doing, Kolka? What kind of grandfather am I to you?

KOLYA: (confused) But I don’t know you... Ahh... You are probably the grandfather of one of the guys?

PETER: Why did you get everything right, grandpa, yes grandpa! That's how I give it now, you will be a grandfather!

KOLYA: (scared) Oh, sorry, grandfather, but I think I’ll go...

(Kolya quickly leaves.)

PETER: (confused) Grandfather? Why grandpa?

(Petya turns to the audience. We see grandfather (the boy who plays Petya has a mustache and beard pasted on).)

PETER: Let me look in the mirror! Maybe there's something wrong with me?
I had it somewhere in my backpack.

(Petya begins to look for the mirror in his backpack.)

PETER: (speaks, gradually perking up) Yesterday I let them have bunnies in class, but Marivanna couldn’t figure out who it was, and all the guys were laughing...

(Petya takes out a mirror and looks in it.)

PETER: Ay! Who is this?
(grabs his beard) What is this?

(Music. The curtain closes.)

STORYTELLER: Petya got scared and ran home to his mother, but she didn’t recognize him either, she thought the electrician had come to fix the electricity. Then Petya went out into the street and cried. “Now I have neither mother nor friends,” Petya said to himself, “and most importantly, I haven’t had time to learn anything. Real old people, they are either doctors, or masters or teachers. Who needs me? I'm just a 3rd grade student. They won’t even give me a pension - after all, I only worked for three years, and even then I got twos and threes. What will happen to me? Poor old me! I'm an unhappy boy..."
So Petya thought and walked, not knowing where. So he left the city and entered the forest. He walked and walked, and suddenly he saw that there was some kind of hut in the forest. He decided to go inside and relax...

SCENE 5.

(Music. The curtain opens. On the stage, the inside of the hut is a table, chairs, a large clock (the clock can be painted). In the hut, Petya, he looks around, then looks out the window. Evil wizards appear on the stage, they look like children.)

PETER: Some children are coming here...
Only they are somehow strange: their faces are angry, and they do not behave like children...
I'll probably hide, just in case!

(Petya hides, and the evil wizards enter the hut; they look like children. The main evil wizard holds several slingshots in his hands.)

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: To begin with, we will distribute these slingshots to different guys!
They will maim all the dogs and cats, shoot the birds...

EVIL WIZARD: Will be done!
We are young now, we have enough strength for everything!

1st WICKED WIZARD: Yes, now with renewed vigor we will begin to harm people!

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: We just have to be careful for now!

EVIL WIZARD: What is it?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: But listen! (looks around)
Can't anyone hear us?

2ND WICKED WIZARD: It seems no one! Who should be here besides us?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: The fact is that the guys we turned into can still turn into children again!

EVIL WIZARD: How is this possible?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: And like this!
If they accidentally guess and come to our hut today before sunset, turn the hour hand 4 circles back and say our spell: “Chirliks-Mirliks!” Sharanda-baranda! ", then they will become children again.

ALL: And we?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: And we will disappear!

1st WICKED WIZARD: At all?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: At all!

2ND WICKED WIZARD: (scared) Then maybe it would have been better for us to remain old people?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: (mimics) Better!
You yourself said that you have no strength!

2ND WICKED WIZARD: (sadly) She spoke!

EVIL WIZARD: What are you saying, how can they find out all this?

1st WICKED WIZARD: How can they find us?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: That's it!
But still be careful!
Now let's get to work! Let's all go to town!
And with renewed vigor to harm people!

(The evil wizards go off stage. Petya crawls out of his hiding place.)

PETER: We must run quickly, look for the guys who have also turned into old people!
So... There were four wizards, two boys and two girls. So I need to find one more boy and two girls!
But how will I find them? (pause)
You still have to hurry, because you need to get here before sunset!
What did they say? All four of them gather in the hut, turn the arrow back 4 times and say the spell “Chirliks-Mirliks!” Sharanda-baranda! "
We must run!

(Petya goes off stage. Music. The curtain closes.)

SCENE 6.

STORYTELLER: So, Petya ran to look for the children whom the evil wizards had turned into old men. But how can you find them?

(Music. The curtain opens. Petya appears, stops thoughtfully. Grandma appears on the stage.)

PETER: Grandma, are you not a third grade student?

GRANDMOTHER: (surprised) What?

PETER: What class are you in? For example, I am in third grade. Which one are you in?

GRANDMOTHER: (indignantly) Are you laughing at me?
They would be ashamed, in such advanced years, and have not learned to behave!

(Grandma goes off stage.)

PETER: No, nothing will work like that! Only scared grandma!
(thinking) We need to look for some signs!
After all, the transformed children are only outwardly old, but inside they still remain children, just like me. So, we need to look for unusual old people!

(A girl Lena appears, she looks like a grandmother. Lena jumps over the rope.)

PETER: Here! This one has definitely been converted!

(Petya approaches Lena.)

PETER: May I ask you?

LENA: (stops jumping) And what?

PETER: What is your name?

LENA: Lena!

PETER: What class are you in?

LENA: In third! And what?

PETER: And the fact that you have been transformed!!

LENA: How is it turned?

PETER: And like this!

(Petya hands Lena a mirror. She looks in it and gasps.)

LENA: Ah-ah-ah! What is this?

(Petya leans towards Lena and begins to whisper something in her ear.)

LENA: So what should we do?

PETER: We need to find 2 more guys - a boy and a girl, and together with them, before sunset, have time to run to the hut of the evil wizards, then turn the arrow four circles back and say the spell “Chirliki-Mirliki!” Sharanda-baranda” and then we will turn into children again!

LENA: How will we find these guys? After all, they look like old people!

PETER: Just like I found you! According to the signs!
After all, they are not ordinary old people, which means they don’t behave like old people!

LENA: Right! Then let's run and look?

PETER: Let's run!

(Petya and Lena run off stage. Music sounds. Then the action takes place without words, to the music. The Girl Zina appears on the stage (she looks like a grandmother). She plays with a ball. Petya and Lena appear on the other side of the stage. They approach Zina , they say something to her, show her a mirror, Zina gasps, grabs her head, then Petya whispers something in her ear, all three join hands and run off stage. A boy Vitya appears with a boat in his hands (he looks like a grandfather) . Then Petya, Lena and Zina run out from the other side of the stage. They stop, look at Vitya, whisper something to each other, then approach Vitya. Then the same scene occurs as with Zina. All this time music plays. Everyone the guys run off stage. The curtain closes.)

SCENE 7.

STORYTELLER: So, the guys all got together and ran into the forest. If only they could make it before sunset...

(Music. The guys come to the front of the stage.)

LENA: Well, where is this hut? How long have we been walking!...

VITYA: The sun is already setting!

ZINA: We probably won’t make it in time and will remain old people forever! (covers face with hands, cries)

PETER: Guys, I think I remembered the way!
We must follow this path! (points to the side)

VITYA: Will we have time?

PETER: We must make it in time! Let's run!

ALL: Let's run!

(Music. The guys run away from the proscenium. After a while, the curtain opens. We see a hut. The guys appear on the stage.)

PETER: This is the hut!

(Petya pushes it aside and the guys go inside.)

PETER: These are the watches!

VITYA: Turn the needle quickly! The sun is almost down!

PETER: Now!

(Petya approaches the clock. Evil wizards appear on stage.)

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: The door is open!
These are probably transformed guys!

EVIL WIZARD: How did they know?

MAIN EVIL WIZARD: This is not the time to find out!
We must not let them turn the arrow!

PETER: Guys, evil wizards!

(The guys turn and see evil wizards.)

ZINA: What to do?

PETER: Let's stop them!
Lena, get the jump ropes!

(Lena takes out jump ropes.)

PETER: Stretch!

(The guys stretch the jump ropes low. Evil wizards run into the hut, bump into the jump ropes and fall.)

ALL THE GUYS: Hooray!!

PETER: Stop them!
I'm turning the needle!

(Petya approaches the clock. The evil wizards are trying to get up, they interfere with each other. Vitya, Lena and Zina prevent them from getting up. Petya turns the hand.)

PETER: Once! Two! Three! Four!
Chirliks-Mirliks! Sharanda-baranda!

(Music sounds, the lights go out. During this time, the evil wizards run off stage, and the guys quickly take off their mustaches, beards, scarves, etc., i.e., as if they had turned into children. The music stops playing and turns on light. The guys look at each other.)

ALL THE GUYS: Hooray!!
We are children again!
The evil wizards have disappeared!

(Music - it could be polka. The guys hold hands and begin to spin. The curtain closes.)

STORYTELLER: That's the story!...
And what guys all turned out to be great, they defeated the evil wizards!...
And Petya? How much courage and ingenuity he showed!
But now they will probably never waste time!
And you? Did this story teach you anything?

(Music.)

END OF THE PERFORMANCE.

The book by the wonderful playwright E. Schwartz, “The Tale of Lost Time,” includes his most famous fairy tales, which are well known and loved by all generations of readers and viewers in our country. These are “An Ordinary Miracle”, “The Tale of Lost Time”, “The New Adventures of Puss in Boots” and others. The works of E. Schwartz are always unexpected and force not only the heroes, but also the readers to reconsider their lives. For primary school age.

Fairy tales

A series: School Reading (AST)

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by liters company.

Absent-Minded Wizard

Once upon a time there lived a scientist, a real good wizard, named Ivan Ivanovich Sidorov. And he was such an excellent engineer that he easily and quickly built machines, huge as palaces and small as watches. In between, jokingly, he built wonderful machines for his house, light as feathers. And these same machines swept the floor, and drove out flies, and wrote from dictation, and ground coffee, and played dominoes. And his favorite car was the size of a cat, it ran after its owner like a dog, and talked like a person. When Ivan Ivanovich leaves home, this machine answers phone calls, cooks dinner, and opens doors. She will let a good person into the house, talk to him and even sing him a song, like a real bird. And he will drive away the bad guy and even bark after him, like a real chained dog. At night the machine disassembled itself, and in the morning it assembled itself and shouted:

- Master, master! It's time to get up!

Ivan Ivanovich was a good person, but very absent-minded. Either he will go out into the street wearing two hats at once, or he will forget that he has a meeting in the evening. And the machine helped him a lot: when necessary, it will remind him, when necessary, it will correct him.

One day Ivan Ivanovich went for a walk in the forest. The smart machine runs after him, ringing a bell like a bicycle. Having fun. And Ivan Ivanovich asks her:

– Hush, hush, don’t bother me with my thoughts.

And suddenly they heard: hooves knocking, wheels creaking.

And they saw: a boy was coming out to meet them, carrying grain to the mill. They said hello.

The boy stopped the cart and let’s ask Ivan Ivanovich what kind of machine it was and how it was made.

Ivan Ivanovich began to explain.

And the car ran off into the forest to chase squirrels, ringing like a bell. The boy listened to Ivan Ivanovich, laughed and said:

- No, you are a real wizard.

“Yes, something like that,” answers Ivan Ivanovich.

– You can probably do everything?

“Yes,” answers Ivan Ivanovich.

- Well, can you, for example, turn my horse into a cat?

- From what! - Ivan Ivanovich answers.

He took out a small device from his vest pocket.

“This,” he says, “is zoological magic glass.” One two Three! - And he pointed the diminutive magic glass at the horse.

And suddenly - these are miracles! - the arc became tiny, the shafts were thin, the harness was light, the reins hung like ribbons. And the boy saw: instead of a horse, a cat was harnessed to his cart. The cat stands as important as a horse, and digs the ground with its front paw, like a hoof. The boy touched it - the fur is soft. I stroked her and she purred. A real cat, only in harness.

They laughed.

Then a wonderful little car ran out of the forest. And suddenly she stopped dead in her tracks. And she began to give alarm bells, and red lights lit up on her back.

- What's happened? - Ivan Ivanovich was scared.

- Like what? - the machine screamed. – You absent-mindedly forgot that our magnifying zoological magic glass is being repaired at the glass factory! Now how do you turn the cat back into a horse?

What to do here?

The boy is crying, the cat is meowing, the machine is ringing, and Ivan Ivanovich asks:

“Please, I beg you, be quiet, don’t disturb me from thinking.”

He thought, thought and said:

“There’s nothing, friends, to cry, there’s nothing to meow, there’s nothing to call.” The horse, of course, turned into a cat, but the strength in it remained the same, that of a horse. Ride calmly, boy, on this one-horsepower cat. And in exactly a month, without leaving my house, I will point a magic magnifying glass at the cat, and it will become a horse again.

The boy calmed down.

He gave his address to Ivan Ivanovich, pulled the reins, and said: “But!” And the cat drove the cart.

When they returned from the mill to the village of Murino, everyone, young and old, came running to marvel at the wonderful cat.

The boy unharnessed the cat.

The dogs rushed at her, and she hit them with her paw with all her horsepower. And then the dogs immediately realized that it was better not to mess with such a cat.

They brought the cat into the house. She began to live and live. A cat is like a cat. He catches mice, laps up milk, and dozes on the stove. And in the morning they will harness it to a cart, and the cat works like a horse.

Everyone loved her very much and even forgot that she was once a horse.

So twenty-five days passed.

At night the cat sleeps on the stove.

Suddenly - bang! boom! bang-bang-bang!

Everyone jumped up.

They turned on the light.

And they see: the stove has fallen apart brick by brick. And the horse lies on the bricks and looks, ears raised, unable to understand anything from sleep.

What happened, it turns out?

That very night, a magnifying zoological magic glass was brought to Ivan Ivanovich from repair. The machine was already taken apart for the night. And Ivan Ivanovich himself did not think of telling the village of Murino on the phone to take the cat out of the room into the yard, because he would now turn it into a horse. Without warning anyone, he sent the magic device to the indicated address: one, two, three - and instead of a cat, a whole horse ended up on the stove. Of course, the stove fell apart into small bricks under such weight.

But everything ended well.

The very next day Ivan Ivanovich built them a stove even better than the previous one.

But the horse remained a horse.

But it’s true, she developed cat-like habits.

She plows the ground, pulls the plow, tries - and suddenly she sees a field mouse. And now he forgets everything and rushes at his prey like an arrow.

And I forgot how to laugh.

Meowed in a deep voice.

And her disposition remained feline, freedom-loving. The stables were no longer locked at night. If you lock it, the horse shouts to the whole village:

- Meow! Meow!

At night she opened the stable gates with her hoof and silently went out into the yard. She watched for mice, she lay in wait for rats. Or, easily, like a cat, the horse would fly up onto the roof and wander there until dawn. The other cats loved her. We were friends with her. Were playing. They went to visit her in the stable, told her about all their cat affairs, and she told them about horse affairs.

And they understood each other like the best friends.

A Tale of Lost Time

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Petya Zubov. He studied in the third grade of the fourteenth school and was always behind, both in Russian writing, and in arithmetic, and even in singing.

- I’ll make it! – he said at the end of the first quarter. “I’ll catch up with you all in the second.”

And the second one came - he hoped for a third. So he was late and lagged, lagged and late and did not bother. “I’ll have time” and “I’ll have time.”

And then one day Petya Zubov came to school, late as always. He ran into the locker room. He slammed his briefcase on the fence and shouted:

- Aunt Natasha! Take my coat!

And Aunt Natasha asks from somewhere behind the hangers:

-Who is calling me?

- It's me. Petya Zubov,” the boy answers.

“And I’m surprised myself,” Petya answers. “Suddenly I became hoarse for no reason at all.”

Aunt Natasha came out from behind the hangers, looked at Petya and screamed:

Petya Zubov was also scared and asked:

- Aunt Natasha, what’s wrong with you?

- Like what? - Aunt Natasha answers. – You said that you were Petya Zubov, but in fact you must be his grandfather.

- What kind of grandfather am I? - asks the boy. – I’m Petya, a third grade student.

- Look in the mirror! - says Aunt Natasha.

The boy looked in the mirror and almost fell. Petya Zubov saw that he had turned into a tall, thin, pale old man. He grew a thick beard and mustache. Wrinkles covered the face like a net.

Petya looked at himself, looked, and his gray beard shook.

He shouted in a deep voice:

- Mother! – and ran out of the school.

He runs and thinks: “Well, if my mother doesn’t recognize me, then everything is lost.”

Petya ran home and called three times.

Mom opened the door for him.

She looks at Petya and is silent. And Petya is silent too. He stands with his gray beard exposed and almost cries.

- Who do you want, grandfather? – Mom finally asked.

- You will not recognise me? - Petya whispered.

“Sorry, no,” my mother answered.

Poor Petya turned away and walked wherever he could.

He walks and thinks: “What a lonely, unhappy old man I am. No mother, no children, no grandchildren, no friends... And most importantly, I didn’t have time to learn anything. Real old people are either doctors, or masters, or academics, or teachers. And who needs me when I’m just a third grade student? They won’t even give me a pension - after all, I’ve only worked for three years. And how he worked - with twos and threes. What will happen to me? Poor old me! Unhappy boy I am! How will all this end?

So Petya thought and walked, walked and thought - and he himself did not notice how he went out of the city and ended up in the forest. And he walked through the forest until it got dark.

“It would be nice to have a rest,” Petya thought and suddenly saw that some white house was visible to the side, behind the fir trees. Petya entered the house - there were no owners. There is a table in the middle of the room. A kerosene lamp hangs above it. There are four stools around the table. The walkers are ticking on the wall. And in the corner there is a pile of hay.

Petya lay down in the hay, buried himself deep in it, warmed up, cried quietly, wiped his tears with his beard and fell asleep.

- Two years, and another five, and another seven, and another three... This is for you, Sergei Vladimirovich, and this is yours, Olga Kapitonovna, and this is for you, Marfa Vasilievna, and these are yours, Panteley Zakharovich.

Petya Zubov froze, not breathing, hanging on every word. And he became scared from what he heard.

Not boys and girls, but evil wizards and evil witches were sitting at the table! This is how it turns out that the world works: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how he is getting old. And the evil wizards found out about this and let's catch the guys wasting their time. And so the wizards caught Petya Zubov, and another boy, and two more girls and turned them into old men. The poor children grew old and did not notice it themselves: after all, a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how he is getting old. And the time lost by the boys was taken by the wizards for themselves. And the wizards became little children, and the boys became old men.

What should I do?

What to do?

Isn’t it really possible to restore the lost youth to the children?

The wizards calculated the time and wanted to hide the scores in the table, but Sergei Vladimirovich, the main one, did not allow it. He took the abacus and walked up to the walkers.

He turned the hands, tugged the weights, listened to the pendulum tick, and clicked the abacus again.

He counted, he counted, he whispered, he whispered, until the clock showed midnight. Then Sergei Vladimirovich mixed the dominoes and checked again how many he got.

Then he called the wizards to him and spoke quietly:

- Lord wizards! Know that the guys whom we have turned into old men today can still become younger.

- How?! - the wizards exclaimed.

“I’ll tell you now,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich.

He tiptoed out of the house, walked around it, returned, bolted the door and stirred the hay with a stick.

Petya Zubov froze like a mouse.

But the kerosene lamp shone dimly, and the evil wizard did not see Petya. He called the other wizards closer to him and spoke quietly:

The wizards were silent. Then Olga Kapitonovna said:

– How do they know all this?

And Panteley Zakharovich grumbled:

“They won’t come here by twelve o’clock at night.” Even if it's a minute they'll be late.

And Marfa Vasilievna muttered:

- Where should they go? Where are they! These lazy people won’t even be able to count up to seventy-seven, they’ll immediately lose their minds.

“That’s how it is,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich. – Still, keep your eyes open for now. If the guys get to the clocks and touch the arrows, then we won’t budge. Well, for now there’s no time to waste - let’s go to work.

And the wizards, hiding the abacus in the table, ran like children, but at the same time they groaned, groaned and sighed like real old people.

Petya Zubov ran up to her and asked:

– Please tell me, grandma, are you not a schoolgirl?

- I'm sorry, what? – the old woman asked sternly.

-Aren't you a third grader? – Petya whispered timidly.

Exactly at noon, Petya went into a small park and sat down on a bench to rest.

And suddenly he jumped up.

He saw an old woman sitting nearby on another bench and crying.

Petya wanted to run up to her, but didn’t dare.

- I'll wait! - he said to himself. “I’ll see what she will do next.”

And the old woman stopped crying, she sits and dangles her legs. Then she took out a newspaper from one pocket, and from another a piece of sieve with raisins. The old lady unfolded the newspaper, and Petya gasped with joy: “Pioneer Truth”! - and the old woman began to read and eat. He picks out the raisins, but doesn’t touch the sieve ones.

The old lady looked at the ball from all sides, carefully wiped it with a handkerchief, stood up, slowly walked up to the tree and let’s play three rubles.

Petya rushed to her through the snow, through the bushes. Runs and shouts:

- Grandmother! Honestly, you are a schoolgirl!

The old woman jumped for joy, grabbed Petya by the hands and answered:

- That's right, that's right! I am a third grade student Marusya Pospelova. Who are you?

Petya and Marusya rushed to her.

- Grandmother! Are you a schoolgirl?

“A schoolgirl,” the old woman answers. – Third grade student Nadenka Sokolova. Who are you?

Petya and Marusya told her who they were. All three held hands and ran to look for their last comrade.

But he seemed to have disappeared into the ground. Wherever the old people went - into courtyards, and into gardens, and into children's theaters, and into children's cinema, and into the House of Entertaining Science - the boy disappeared, and that’s all.

And time goes by. It was already getting dark. Already in the lower floors of the houses the lights came on. The day is ending. What to do? Is everything really lost?

Suddenly Marusya shouted:

- Look! Look!

Petya and Nadenka looked and this is what they saw: a tram was flying, number nine. And there’s an old man hanging on the “sausage.” The hat is pulled jauntily down over one ear, the beard flutters in the wind. An old man rides and whistles. His comrades are looking for him, they are knocked off their feet, but he is rolling around all over the city and doesn’t give a damn!

The guys rushed after the tram. Luckily for them, a red light came on at the intersection and the tram stopped.

The guys grabbed the “sausage maker” by the floors and tore him away from the “sausage.”

-Are you a schoolboy? - they ask.

- What about it? - he answers. – Second grade student Vasya Zaitsev. What do you want?

The guys told him who they were.

In order not to waste time, all four of them got on the tram and went out of town to the forest.

Some schoolchildren were traveling on the same tram. They stood up and gave way to our old men:

– Please sit down, grandfathers and grandmothers.

The old men were embarrassed, blushed and refused.

And the schoolchildren, as if on purpose, turned up polite, well-mannered, asking the old people, persuading them:

- Yes, sit down! You have worked hard over your long life and are tired. Sit now and rest.

Here, fortunately, the tram approached the forest, our old men jumped off and ran into the thicket.

But then a new misfortune awaited them. They got lost in the forest.

Night fell, dark, dark. Old people wander through the forest, fall, stumble, but cannot find their way.

- Oh time, time! - says Petya. - It runs, it runs. Yesterday I didn’t notice the way back to the house - I was afraid to lose time. And now I see that sometimes it’s better to spend a little time in order to save it later.

The old men were completely exhausted. But, fortunately for them, the wind blew, the sky cleared of clouds, and the full moon shone in the sky.

Petya Zubov climbed onto the birch tree and saw - there it was, a house, two steps away its walls were white, the windows were shining among the dense fir trees.

Petya went downstairs and whispered to his comrades:

- Quiet! Not a word! Behind me!

The guys crawled through the snow towards the house. We looked carefully out the window.

The clock shows five minutes to twelve. The wizards lie in the hay, saving their stolen time.

- They are sleeping! - said Marusya.

- Quiet! - Petya whispered.

The wizards jumped up screaming, but could not move. They stand and grow, grow. Now they have turned into adults, now gray hair is shining on their temples, their cheeks are covered with wrinkles.

“Lift me up,” Petya shouted. - I’m becoming small, I can’t reach the arrows! Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three!

Petya's comrades lifted him into their arms. At the fortieth turn of the arrow, the wizards became decrepit, hunched old men. They were bent closer and closer to the ground, they became lower and lower. And then, on the seventy-seventh and last turn of the arrows, the evil wizards screamed and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The guys looked at each other and laughed with joy. They became children again. They took it in battle, and miraculously regained the time they had lost in vain.

They were saved, but remember: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how old he is.

Two brothers

Trees cannot talk and stand still, but they are still alive. They are breathing. They grow throughout their lives. Even huge old trees grow up every year like little children.

Shepherds tend the flocks, and forest rangers take care of the forests.

And in one huge forest there lived a forester named Blackbeard. He wandered back and forth through the forest all day, and he knew every tree in his area by name.

In the forest the forester was always cheerful, but at home he often sighed and frowned. Everything went well for him in the forest, but at home the poor forester was very upset by his sons. Their names were Senior and Junior. The eldest was twelve years old, and the youngest was seven. No matter how much the forester persuaded his children, no matter how much he asked, the brothers quarreled every day, like strangers.

And then one day - it was the twenty-eighth of December, in the morning - the forester called his sons and said that he would not arrange a Christmas tree for them for the New Year. You have to go to the city for Christmas tree decorations. Send mom - the wolves will eat her along the way. Go on his own - he doesn’t know how to go shopping. And you can’t go together either. Without parents, the older brother will completely destroy the younger one.

The eldest was a smart boy. He studied well, read a lot and could speak convincingly. And so he began to convince his father that he would not offend Junior and that everything would be in perfect order at home until his parents returned from the city.

– Do you give me your word? - asked the father.

“I give you my word of honor,” replied the Elder.

“Okay,” said the father. “We won’t be home for three days.” We will return on the thirty-first in the evening, at eight o'clock. Until that time, you will be the master here. You are responsible for the house, and most importantly, for your brother. You will be his father instead. Look!

And so mom prepared three lunches, three breakfasts and three dinners for three days and showed the boys how to heat them up. And the father brought firewood for three days and gave the Elder a box of matches. After that, they harnessed the horse to the sleigh, the bells rang, the runners creaked, and the parents left.

The first day went well. The second one is even better.

And then came the thirty-first of December. At six o’clock the Elder fed the Younger dinner and sat down to read the book “The Adventures of Sinbad the Sailor.” And he reached the most interesting place, when the Rock bird appears above the ship, huge as a cloud, and it carries in its talons a stone the size of a house.

- Play with me, please.

Their quarrels always started like this. The Younger was bored without the Elder, and he drove his brother without any pity and shouted: “Leave me alone!”

And this time things ended badly. The elder endured and endured, then grabbed the younger by the collar and shouted: “Leave me alone!” – pushed him out into the yard and locked the door.

But in winter it gets dark early, and it was already dark night in the yard. The younger one banged on the door with his fists and shouted:

- What are you doing! After all, you are my father!

The Elder’s heart sank for a moment, he took a step towards the door, but then he thought: “Okay, okay. I'll just read five lines and send him back. During this time, nothing will happen to him.”

The elder jumped up and shouted:

- What is this! What have I done! The youngest is there in the cold, alone, undressed!

And he rushed into the yard.

It was a dark, dark night, and everything was quiet and quiet around.

Then the Elder lit a lantern and with the lantern searched all the nooks and crannies in the yard.

The brother disappeared without a trace.

Fresh snow dusted the ground, and there were no traces of Junior in the snow. He disappeared to God knows where, as if he had been carried away by the bird Rock.

The elder cried bitterly and loudly asked the younger for forgiveness.

But that didn't help either. The younger brother did not respond.

The clock in the house struck eight times, and at the same moment bells began to ring far, far away in the forest.

“Our people are returning,” the Elder thought sadly. – Oh, if only everything moved back two hours! I wouldn't kick my younger brother out into the yard. And now we would stand side by side and rejoice.”

And the bells rang closer and closer; Then you could hear the horse snorting, then the runners creaked, and the sleigh drove into the yard. And the father jumped out of the sleigh. His black beard was covered with frost in the cold and was now completely white.

Following the father, the mother came out of the sleigh with large baskets in her hands. Both father and mother were cheerful - they did not know that such a misfortune had happened at home.

- Why did you run out into the yard without a coat? - asked the mother.

-Where is Junior? - asked the father.

The elder did not answer a word.

-Where is your little brother? – the father asked again.

And the Elder began to cry. And his father took him by the hand and led him into the house. And the mother silently followed them. And the Elder told his parents everything.

Having finished the story, the boy looked at his father. The room was warm, but the frost on my father’s beard did not melt. And the Elder screamed. He suddenly realized that now his father’s beard was not white from frost. The father was so upset that he even turned gray.

“Get dressed,” the father said quietly. - Get dressed and leave. And don't you dare come back until you find your little brother.

- So, now we will be left completely without children? - the mother asked, crying, but the father did not answer her.

And the Elder got dressed, took the lantern and left the house.

He walked and called his brother, walked and called, but no one answered him. The familiar forest stood like a wall around him, but it seemed to the Elder that he was now alone in the world. Trees, of course, are living beings, but they do not know how to talk and stand rooted to the spot. And besides, in winter they sleep soundly. And the boy had no one to talk to. He walked through the places where he often ran with his younger brother. And now it was difficult for him to understand why they had been quarreling all their lives like strangers. He remembered how thin Junior was, and how a strand of hair on the back of his head always stood on end, and how he laughed when Senior occasionally joked with him, and how happy and tried when Senior accepted him into his game. And the Elder felt sorry, so sorry for his brother that he did not notice either the cold, or the darkness, or the silence. Only occasionally did he feel very creepy, and he looked around like a hare. The eldest, however, was already a big boy, twelve years old, but next to the huge trees in the huge forest he seemed very small.

So my father’s plot ended, and the plot of the neighboring forester began, who came to visit every Sunday to play chess with his father. His plot also ended, and the boy walked along the plot of the forester, who visited them only once a month. And then there were forest rangers, whom the boy saw only once every three months, once every six months, once a year. The candle in the lantern had long gone out, and the Elder walked, walked, walked faster and faster.

The areas of such foresters, which the Elder had only heard about, but had never met in his life, had already run out. And then the path went up and up, and when dawn broke, the boy saw: steeply, wherever you look, there are mountains and mountains covered with dense forests.

The elder stopped.

He knew it was a seven-week drive from their home to the mountains. How did he get here in just one night?

And suddenly the boy heard a light ringing somewhere far, far away. At first he thought it was ringing in his ears. Then he trembled with joy: weren’t these bells? Maybe the younger brother has been found and the father is chasing the Elder in a sleigh to take him home?

But the ringing did not come closer, and never before had the bells rung so subtly and so evenly.

“I’ll go and find out what that ringing is,” said the Elder.

He walked for an hour, and two, and three. The ringing became louder and louder. And then the boy found himself among amazing trees - tall pines grew around, but they were transparent like glass. The tops of the pine trees sparkled in the sun so much that it was painful to look at. The pine trees swayed in the wind, branches hit branches and rang, rang, rang.

The boy went further and saw transparent fir trees, transparent birches, transparent maples. A huge transparent oak stood in the middle of a clearing and rang with a bass sound like a bumblebee. The boy slipped and looked at his feet. What is this? And the ground in this forest is transparent! And in the ground, the transparent roots of the trees darken and intertwine like snakes, and go deep into the depths.

The boy approached the birch tree and broke off a twig. And while he was looking at it, the twig melted like an icicle.

And the Elder understood: the forest, frozen through and turned into ice, stood around. And this forest grows on icy ground, and the roots of the trees are also icy.

“It’s such a terrible frost here, why am I not cold?” – asked the Elder.

“I ordered that the cold should not cause you any harm for the time being,” someone answered in a thin, ringing voice.

The boy looked back.

Behind him stood a tall old man in a fur coat, hat and felt boots made of pure fluffy snow. The old man's beard and mustache were icy and tinkled quietly when he spoke. The old man looked at the boy without blinking. His face, neither kind nor evil, was so calm that the boy’s heart sank.

And the old man, after a pause, repeated clearly, smoothly, as if he was reading from a book or dictating:

- I gave orders. To the cold. Didn't cause it. You. For the time being. Not the slightest harm. You know who I am?

– Are you like Grandfather Frost? - asked the boy.

- Not at all! – the old man answered coldly. – Grandfather Frost is my son. I cursed him - this big guy is too good-natured. I am Great-Grandfather Frost, and this is a completely different matter, my young friend. Follow me.

And the old man went forward, silently stepping on the ice with his soft snow-white felt boots.

Soon they stopped at a high steep hill. Great-Grandfather Frost rummaged through the snow from which his fur coat was made and pulled out a huge ice key. The lock clicked and a heavy ice gate opened in the hill.

“Follow me,” the old man repeated.

- But I need to look for my brother! - the boy exclaimed.

“Your brother is here,” Great-Grandfather Frost said calmly. - Follow me.

And they entered the hill, and the gate slammed shut, and the Elder found himself in a huge, empty ice hall. Through the wide open high doors the next hall was visible, followed by another and another. There seemed to be no end to these spacious, deserted rooms. Round ice lanterns glowed on the walls with a cold white light. Above the door to the next room, on an ice tablet, the number “2” was carved.

“There are forty-nine such halls in my palace. Follow me,” Great-Grandfather Frost ordered.

The icy floor was so slippery that the boy fell twice, but the old man didn’t even turn around. He walked forward steadily and stopped only in the twenty-fifth hall of the ice palace.

In the middle of this hall there was a tall white stove. The boy was happy. He really wanted to warm up.

But in this stove the ice logs burned with a black flame. Black reflections bounced across the floor. An icy cold breath came from the stove door.

And Great-Grandfather Frost sat down on the ice bench by the ice stove and extended his icy fingers to the icy flame.

“Sit down next to us, we’ll freeze,” he suggested to the boy.

The boy didn't answer.

And the old man sat down comfortably and froze, froze, froze, until the ice logs turned into ice coals.

Then Great-Grandfather Frost refilled the stove with ice-cold wood and lit it with ice-cold matches.

“Well, now I’ll devote some time to talking with you,” he said to the boy. - You. Must. Listen. Me. Attentively. Understood?

The boy nodded his head.

And Great-Grandfather Frost continued clearly and smoothly:

- You. Kicked me out. Younger brother. Out in the cold. Having said. So he. Left it. You. At rest. I like this action. You love peace just like me. You will stay here forever. Understood?

- But they are waiting for us at home! – the Elder exclaimed pitifully.

- You. You will stay. Here. “Forever,” repeated Great-Grandfather Frost.

He went up to the stove, shook the hem of his snowy coat, and the boy cried out sadly. Birds fell from the snow onto the icy floor. Tits, nuthatches, woodpeckers, small forest animals, disheveled and stiff, lay in a heap on the floor.

“These fussy creatures don’t leave the forest alone even in winter,” said the old man.

-Are they dead? - asked the boy.

“I calmed them down, but not completely,” answered Great-Grandfather Frost. – They should be turned in front of the stove until they become completely transparent and icy. Get busy. Immediately. This. Useful. Business.

- I will run away! - the boy shouted.

– You won’t run away anywhere! – Great-Grandfather Frost answered firmly. “Your brother is locked in the forty-ninth hall. For now, he will keep you here, and later you will get used to me. Get to work.

And the boy sat down in front of the open stove door. He picked up a woodpecker from the floor, and his hands began to tremble. It seemed to him that the bird was still breathing. But the old man looked at the boy without blinking, and the boy gloomily held out the woodpecker to the icy flame.

And the feathers of the unfortunate bird first turned white as snow. Then she all became hard as stone. And when she became transparent like glass, the old man said:

- Ready! Get on with the next one.

The boy worked until late at night, and Great-Grandfather Frost stood motionless nearby. Then he carefully put the ice birds in a bag and asked the boy:

-Aren't your hands cold?

“No,” he answered.

“I gave orders so that the cold would not cause you any harm for the time being,” said the old man. - But remember! If. You. You will disobey. Me. That's me. You. I'll freeze it. Sit here and wait. I'll be back soon.

And Great-Grandfather Frost, taking the bag, went into the depths of the palace, and the boy was left alone.

Somewhere far, far away, a door slammed shut, and the echo rolled through all the halls.

And Great-Grandfather Frost returned with an empty bag.

“It’s time to go to bed,” said Great-Grandfather Frost.

And he pointed the boy to an ice bed that stood in the corner. He himself occupied the same bed at the opposite end of the hall.

Two or three minutes passed, and the boy thought that someone was winding a pocket watch. But he soon realized that it was Great-Grandfather Frost snoring quietly in his sleep.

In the morning the old man woke him up.

“Go to the pantry,” he said. – The doors in it are in the left corner of the hall. Bring breakfast number one. It's on shelf number nine.

And the boy went to the pantry. It was as big as a hall. Frozen food lined the shelves. And the Elder brought breakfast number one on a platter.

And the cutlets, and the tea, and the bread - everything was ice-cold, and all of it had to be chewed or sucked like candy.

“I’ll go fishing,” said Great-Grandfather Frost, having finished breakfast. – You can wander through all the rooms and even leave the palace. Goodbye, my young student.

And Great-Grandfather Frost left, silently stepping in his snow-white felt boots, and the boy rushed into the forty-ninth hall. He ran and fell and called out to his brother at the top of his voice, but only an echo answered him. And so he finally reached the forty-ninth hall and stopped dead in his tracks.

All the doors were wide open, except for one, the last one, above which stood the number “49”. The last hall was tightly locked.

- Jr! - shouted the older brother. - I came for you. Are you here?

- Are you here? - repeated the echo.

The door was carved from solid frozen icy oak. The boy grabbed the icy oak bark with his nails, but his fingers slipped and broke. Then he began pounding on the door with his fists, shoulders, and feet until he was completely exhausted. And at least an ice sliver would break off from the ice oak.

And the boy quietly returned back, and almost immediately Great-Grandfather Frost entered the hall.

And after an icy dinner until late at night, the boy spun the unfortunate frozen birds, squirrels and hares in front of the icy fire.

And so days after days went by.

And all these days the Elder thought, and thought, and thought about only one thing: how to break the icy oak door. He searched the entire pantry. He turned over bags of frozen cabbage, frozen grain, frozen nuts, hoping to find an axe. And he finally found it, but the ax also bounced off the icy oak as if from a stone.

And the Elder thought and thought, both in reality and in his dreams, about one thing, all about one thing.

And the old man praised the boy for his calmness. Standing by the stove, motionless as a pillar, watching birds, hares, and squirrels turn into ice, Great-Grandfather Frost said:

- No, I was not mistaken about you, my young friend. "Leave me alone!" - what great words. With the help of these words people constantly destroy their brothers. "Leave me alone!" These. Great ones. Words. They will install. Some day. Eternal. Peace. On the ground.

Both father and mother, and the poor younger brother, and all the forest rangers they knew spoke simply, but Great-Grandfather Frost seemed to be reading from a book, and his conversation was as depressing as the huge numbered halls.

The old man loved to remember ancient, ancient times, when glaciers covered almost the entire earth.

- Oh, how quiet, how wonderful it was to live in the cold white world then! - he said, and his icy mustache and beard rang quietly. “I was young and full of strength then.” Where have my dear friends gone - calm, respectable, giant mammoths! How I loved talking with them! True, the language of mammoths is difficult. These huge animals also had huge, unusually long words. To pronounce just one word in the mammoth language, it took two, and sometimes three days. But. Us. Nowhere. Was. Hurry.

And then one day, listening to the stories of Great-Grandfather Frost, the boy jumped up and jumped on the spot like crazy.

-What does your ridiculous behavior mean? – the old man asked dryly.

The boy did not answer a word, but his heart was pounding with joy. When you think about one thing and one thing, you will certainly eventually figure out what to do.

The boy remembered that in his pocket were the very matches that his father gave him when leaving for the city.

And the next morning, as soon as Great-Grandfather Frost went fishing, the boy took an ax and a rope from the storeroom and ran out of the palace.

The old man went left, and the boy ran to the right, towards the living forest, which darkened behind the transparent trunks of icy trees. At the very edge of the living forest, a huge pine tree lay in the snow. And the ax sounded, and the boy returned to the palace with a large bundle of firewood.

At the icy oak door to the forty-ninth hall, the boy built a high fire. A match flashed, wood chips crackled, firewood caught fire, a real flame jumped, and the boy laughed with joy. He sat down by the fire and warmed himself, warmed himself, warmed himself.

At first the oak door only shone and sparkled so that it was painful to look at, but finally it was all covered with small water droplets. And when the fire went out, the boy saw: the door had melted a little.

- Yeah! - he said and hit the door with an ax.

But the ice oak was still hard as stone.

- OK! - said the boy. - Tomorrow we'll start over.

In the evening, sitting by the ice stove, the boy took and carefully hid a small titmouse in his sleeve. Great-Grandfather Frost did not notice anything. And the next day, when the fire flared up, the boy held out the bird to the fire.

He waited and waited, and suddenly the bird’s beak trembled, and its eyes opened, and it looked at the boy.

- Hello! – the boy told her, almost crying with joy. - Wait, Great-Grandfather Frost! We'll still live!

And every day now the boy warmed birds, squirrels and hares. He arranged snow houses for his new friends in the corners of the hall, where it was darker. He covered these houses with moss, which he collected from the living forest. Of course, it was cold at night, but then, around the fire, the birds, squirrels, and hares stocked up on warmth until tomorrow morning.

Bags of cabbage, grain and nuts are now put to use. The boy fed his friends to the fullest. And then he played with them by the fire or talked about his brother, who was hidden there, behind the door. And it seemed to him that the birds, the squirrels, and the hares understood him.

And then one day the boy, as always, brought a bundle of firewood, lit a fire and sat down by the fire.

But none of his friends came out of their snow houses.

The boy wanted to ask: “Where are you?” – but a heavy icy hand forcefully pushed him away from the fire.

It was Great-Grandfather Frost who crept up to him, silently stepping in his snow-white felt boots.

He blew on the fire, and the logs became transparent and the flames became black. And when the ice wood burned out, the oak door became the same as many days ago.

- More. Once. You'll get caught. I'll freeze it! - Great-Grandfather Frost said coldly. And he picked up the ax from the floor and hid it deep in the snow of his fur coat.

The boy cried all day. And at night, out of grief, I fell asleep like the dead. And suddenly he heard through his sleep: someone was carefully drumming on his cheek with soft paws.

The boy opened his eyes.

The hare stood nearby.

And all his friends gathered around the ice bed.

In the morning they did not leave their houses because they sensed danger. But now that Great-Grandfather Frost had fallen asleep, they came to the rescue of their friend.

When the boy woke up, seven squirrels rushed to the old man's icy bed. They dived into the snow of Great-Grandfather Frost's fur coat and rummaged there for a long time. And suddenly something rang quietly.

“Leave me alone,” the old man muttered in his sleep.

And the squirrels jumped onto the floor and ran up to the boy.

And he saw: they brought a large bunch of ice keys in their teeth.

And the boy understood everything.

With the keys in his hands, he rushed to the forty-ninth hall. His friends flew, jumped, and ran after him.

Here is the oak door.

The boy found a key with the number “49”. But where is the keyhole? He searched and searched and searched, but in vain.

Then the nuthatch flew to the door. Clinging to the oak bark with its paws, the nuthatch began to crawl up the door upside down. And then he found something. And he chirped quietly. And seven woodpeckers flew to the place of the door to which the nuthatch pointed.

And the woodpeckers patiently knocked on the ice with their hard beaks. They knocked, knocked, knocked, and suddenly a rectangular piece of ice fell off the door, fell to the floor and broke.

And behind the board the boy saw a large keyhole.

And he inserted the key and turned it, and the lock clicked, and the stubborn door finally opened with a ringing sound.

And the boy, trembling, entered the last hall of the ice palace. Transparent ice birds and ice beasts lay in piles on the floor.

And on the ice table in the middle of the room stood the poor younger brother. He was very sad and looked straight ahead, and tears glistened on his cheeks, and a strand of hair on the back of his head, as always, stood on end. But he was all transparent, like glass, and his face, and his hands, and his jacket, and the strand of hair on the back of his head, and the tears on his cheeks - everything was icy. And he did not breathe and was silent, not answering his brother. And the Elder whispered:

- Let's run, please, let's run! Mom is waiting! Let's quickly run home!

Without waiting for an answer, the Elder grabbed his icy brother in his arms and ran carefully through the icy halls to the exit from the palace, while his friends flew, jumped, and rushed after him.

Great-Grandfather Frost was still fast asleep. And they got out of the palace safely.

The sun has just risen. The ice trees sparkled so much that it was painful to watch. The elder ran towards the living forest carefully, afraid of tripping and dropping the younger. And suddenly a loud scream came from behind.

- Boy! Boy! Boy!

It immediately became terribly cold. The eldest felt that his legs were getting cold, his hands were freezing, and his hands were going numb. And Junior sadly looked straight ahead, and his frozen tears glistened in the sun.

- Stop! - the old man ordered.

The elder stopped.

And suddenly all the birds huddled close to the boy, as if they covered him with a living, warm fur coat. And the Elder came to life and ran forward, carefully looking at his feet, protecting his younger brother with all his might.

The old man was approaching, but the boy did not dare to run faster: the icy ground was so slippery. And so, when he already thought that he was dead, the hares suddenly rushed head over heels at the feet of the evil old man. And Great-Grandfather Frost fell, and when he got up, the hares knocked him to the ground again and again. They did this trembling with fear, but they had to save their best friend. And when Great-Grandfather Frost rose for the last time, the boy, holding his brother tightly in his arms, was already far below, in the living forest. And Great-Grandfather Frost cried with anger.

And when he cried, it immediately became warmer.

And the Elder saw that the snow was quickly melting around and streams were running through the ravines. And below, at the foot of the mountains, buds swelled on the trees.

- Look - a snowdrop! – the Elder shouted joyfully.

But Junior did not answer a word. He was still motionless, like a doll, and sadly looked straight ahead.

End of introductory fragment.

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The given introductory fragment of the book The Tale of Lost Time (collection) (E. L. Schwartz) provided by our book partner -

Once upon a time there lived a boy named Petya Zubov. He studied in the third grade of the fourteenth school and was always behind, both in Russian writing, and in arithmetic, and even in singing.

I'll make it! - he said at the end of the first quarter. - I’ll catch up with you all in the second.

And the second came - he hoped for a third. So he was late and lagged, lagged and late and did not bother. “I’ll have time” and “I’ll have time.”

And then one day Petya Zubov came to school, late as always. He ran into the locker room. He slammed his briefcase on the fence and shouted:

Aunt Natasha! Take my coat!

And Aunt Natasha asks from somewhere behind the hangers:

Who's calling me?

It's me. Petya Zubov,” the boy answers.

“And I’m surprised myself,” Petya answers. - Suddenly hoarse for no reason at all.

Aunt Natasha came out from behind the hangers, looked at Petya and screamed:

Petya Zubov was also scared and asked:

Aunt Natasha, what's wrong with you?

Like what? - Aunt Natasha answers. “You said that you were Petya Zubov, but in fact you must be his grandfather.”

What kind of grandfather am I? - asks the boy. “I’m Petya, a third grade student.”

Look in the mirror! - says Aunt Natasha.

The boy looked in the mirror and almost fell. Petya Zubov saw that he had turned into a tall, thin, pale old man. He grew a beard and mustache. Wrinkles covered the face like a net.

Petya looked at himself, looked, and his gray beard shook.

He shouted in a deep voice:

Mother! - and ran out of the school.

He runs and thinks:

Well, if my mother doesn’t recognize me, then everything is lost.

Petya ran home and called three times.

Mom opened the door for him.

He looks at Petya and is silent. And Petya is silent too. He stands with his gray beard exposed and almost cries.

Who do you want, grandfather? - Mom finally asked.

You will not recognise me? - Petya whispered.

Sorry - no,” my mother answered.

Poor Petya turned away and walked wherever he could.

He walks and thinks:

What a lonely, unhappy old man I am. No mother, no children, no grandchildren, no friends... And most importantly, I didn’t have time to learn anything. Real old people are either doctors, or masters, or academics, or teachers. Who needs me when I'm just a third grade student? They won’t even give me a pension: after all, I only worked for three years. And how he worked - with twos and threes. What will happen to me? Poor old me! Am I an unhappy boy? How will all this end?

So Petya thought and walked, walked and thought, and he himself did not notice how he went out of the city and ended up in the forest. And he walked through the forest until it got dark.

It would be nice to have a rest, - Petya thought and suddenly saw that some white house was visible to the side, behind the fir trees.

Petya lay down in the hay, buried himself deep in it, warmed up, cried quietly, wiped his tears with his beard and fell asleep.

Two years, and another five, and another seven, and another three... This is for you, Sergei Vladimirovich, and this is yours, Olga Kapitonovna, and this is for you, Marfa Vasilievna, and these are yours, Pantelei Zakharovich.

Petya Zubov froze, not breathing, hanging on every word. And he became scared from what he heard.

What should I do?

What to do?

Isn’t it really possible to restore the lost youth to the children?

He counted, he counted, he whispered, he whispered, until the clock showed midnight. Then Sergei Vladimirovich mixed the dominoes and checked again how many he got.

Then he called the wizards to him and spoke quietly:

Gentlemen wizards! Know that the guys whom we have turned into old men today can still become younger.

How? - the wizards screamed.

I’ll tell you now,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich.

He tiptoed out of the house, walked around it, returned, bolted the door and stirred the hay with a stick.

Petya Zubov froze like a mouse.

But the kerosene lamp shone dimly, and the evil wizard did not see Petya. He called the other wizards closer to him and spoke quietly:

Unfortunately, this is how the world works: a person can be saved from any misfortune. If the guys whom we turned into old people find each other tomorrow, come here to us at exactly twelve o’clock at night and turn the arrow of the walkers back seventy-seven times, then the children will become children again, and we will die.

The wizards were silent.

Then Olga Kapitonovna said:

How do they know all this?

And Panteley Zakharovich grumbled:

They won't come here at twelve o'clock at night. Even if it's a minute they'll be late.

And Marfa Vasilievna muttered:

Where should they go? Where are they! These lazy people won’t even be able to count up to seventy-seven, they’ll immediately lose their minds!

That’s how it is,” answered Sergei Vladimirovich. - Still, keep your eyes open for now. If the guys get to the clocks and touch the arrows, then we won’t budge. Well, for now there’s no time to waste - let’s go to work.

And the wizards, hiding the abacus in the table, ran like children, but at the same time they groaned, groaned and sighed like real old people.

Petya Zubov ran up to her and asked:

Please tell me, grandma, are you not a schoolgirl?

Exactly at noon, Petya went into a small park and sat down on a bench to rest.

And suddenly he jumped up.

He saw an old woman sitting nearby on another bench and crying.

Petya wanted to run up to her, but didn’t dare.

I'll wait! - he said to himself. - I'll see what she will do next.

And the old woman stopped crying, she sits and dangles her legs. Then she took out a newspaper from the pocket of one, and from the other a piece of sieve with raisins. The old lady unfolded the newspaper - Petya gasped with joy: “Pioneer truth”! - and the old woman began to read and eat. He picks out the raisins, but doesn’t touch the sieve ones.

The old lady looked at the ball from all sides, carefully wiped it with a handkerchief, stood up, slowly walked up to the tree and let’s play three rubles.

Petya rushed to her through the snow, through the bushes. Runs and shouts:

Grandmother! Honestly, you are a schoolgirl!

The old woman jumped for joy, grabbed Petya by the hands and answered:

That's right, that's right! I am a third grade student Marusya Pospelova. Who are you?

Petya and Marusya rushed to her.

Grandmother! Are you a schoolgirl?

Schoolgirl! - the old woman answers. - Third grade student Nadenka Sokolova. Who are you?

Petya and Marusya told her who they were. All three held hands and ran to look for their last comrade.

And time goes by. It was already getting dark. Already in the lower floors of the houses the lights came on. The day is ending. What to do? Is everything really lost?

Suddenly Marusya shouted:

Look! Look!

The guys rushed after the tram. Luckily for them, a red light came on at the intersection and the tram stopped.

The guys grabbed the sausage maker by the flaps and tore him away from the sausage.

Are you a schoolboy? - they ask.

But what about it? - he answers. - Second grade student Vasya Zaitsev. What do you want?

The guys told him who they were.

In order not to waste time, all four of them got on the tram and went out of town to the forest.

Some schoolchildren were traveling on the same tram. They stood up and gave way to our old men:

Please sit down, grandparents.

The old men were embarrassed, blushed and refused. And the schoolchildren, as if on purpose, turned up polite, well-mannered, asking the old people, persuading them:

Come sit down! You have worked hard over your long life and are tired. Sit now and rest.

Here, fortunately, the tram approached the forest, our old people jumped off and ran into the thicket.

But then a new misfortune awaited them. They got lost in the forest.

Night fell, dark, dark. Old people wander through the forest, fall, stumble, but cannot find their way.

Ah, time, time! - says Petya. - It runs, it runs. Yesterday I didn’t notice the way back to the house - I was afraid to lose time. And now I see that sometimes it’s better to spend a little time in order to save it later.

The old men were completely exhausted. But, fortunately for them, the wind blew, the sky cleared of clouds and the full moon shone in the sky.

Petya Zubov climbed onto the birch tree and saw - there it was, a house, two steps away its walls were white, the windows were shining among the dense fir trees.

Petya went downstairs and whispered to his comrades:

Quiet! Not a word! Behind me!

The guys crawled through the snow to the house. We looked carefully out the window.

The clock shows five minutes to twelve. The wizards lie in the hay, saving their stolen time.

They are sleeping! - said Marusya.

Quiet! - Petya whispered.

The wizards jumped up screaming, but could not move. They stand and grow, grow. Now they have turned into adults, now gray hair is shining on their temples, their cheeks are covered with wrinkles.

Lift me up! - Petya shouted. - I’m becoming small, I can’t reach the arrows! Thirty-one, thirty-two, thirty-three!

Petya's comrades lifted him into their arms.

At the fortieth turn of the arrow, the wizards became decrepit, hunched old men. They were bent closer and closer to the ground, they became lower and lower.

And then, on the seventy-seventh and final turn of the arrow, the evil wizards screamed and disappeared, as if they had never existed.

The guys looked at each other and laughed with joy. They became children again. They took it in battle, and miraculously regained the time they had lost in vain.

They were saved, but remember: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how old he is.

Shevtsova N.R.,

primary school teacher of the first category

State institution "Secondary school No. 5 with a preschool mini-center"

Kapshagay city, Almaty region.

Literature lesson in third grade.

Subject: E. Schwartz “The Tale of Lost Time.”

Target: ensuring a deep understanding of the meaning of the text;

Show, using examples of literary heroes, how laziness prevents people from living, makes them funny, helpless, sick;

Give each student the opportunity to get rid of laziness;

Develop children's memory, vocabulary, speech, sense of humor using works of art;

Lesson type: Lesson on the integrated application of knowledge

Lesson teaching methods: Reproductive, illustrated, partially searchable.

During the classes:

1. Organizational moment.

2. Checking homework.

3. Conversation about fairy tales.

“A fairy tale is one of the main genres of folklore, an epic, often prosaic work of a magical, adventurous or everyday nature, with a focus on fiction.” Slide No. 1

What is “folklore”? (Folk art)

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Epic works include narrative works - most folklore works, novels, stories, stories, short stories.

Name the fairy tales you have read. (Students' answers)

What 2 groups can they be divided into? (Folk and original) Slide No. 2

3. Assignments based on fairy tales.Slide No. 3

Determine the type of fairy tale.

Ugly duck

Princess Frog

Little Red Riding Hood

Ivan Tsarevich and the Grey Wolf

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sleeping beauty

4. Work on the topic of the lesson. Slide No. 4

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Today we will get acquainted with the fairy tale by E. Schwartz “The Tale of Lost Time”, in which he talks about how his heroes were not appreciated, not taken care of..... And what exactly, you will find out by guessing the riddles. Slide No. 5

A conversation about time, about caring for it.

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introduction to the biography of E. Schwartz (messages from children ). Slide No. 6

Listen to the guys' message about the writer.

On the board is a portrait of E. Schwartz and the years of his life: 1896–1958.

“Evgeniy Lvovich Schwartz was born in 1896 into the family of a zemstvo doctor. The future writer spent his childhood in Maykop. The parents loved the theater, they themselves took part in amateur performances and passed on their love of theater and literature to their son. At the real school, Schwartz filled his own and other people's albums with poetry.

In 1913, he entered the Faculty of Law of the Shanyavsky People's University in Moscow. The Civil War changed his plans. Schwartz entered the Rostov Theater Workshop.

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Over time, he began to be published in the provincial press, and since 1924 in magazines and almanacs of Leningrad. His talent was most fully revealed in the genre of fairy tale plays for children and adults. The best plays - “The Naked King”, “Little Red Riding Hood and the Gray Wolf”, “The Snow Queen”, “Puppet City”, “Two Maples”, “Shadow”, “Dragon” - were created by Evgeniy Schwartz from 1934 to 1944. In a tragic time for our country of mass repressions and the Great Patriotic War, the writer raised “eternal questions” in his fairy tales: about the essence of human nature, about good and evil, about what “feat” is...”

5. Physical exercise.

6. Determine the genre of the fairy tale. Slide No. 7

“Adventurous character” means adventurous character.

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. Vocabulary work. Slide No. 8

You will come across unfamiliar words in the text, let's look at their meaning.

LOADED (beard) – wide and thick

KEROSENE LAMP - a lamp that illuminates using kerosene.

WALKERS are small wall clocks with a simplified design and weights.

FLOOMS, FLOORS - the lower part of clothing that opens at the front, for example, the skirts of a jacket, the skirts of a coat.

7. Vocabulary work. Slide №9

Find synonyms:

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frowning

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Choose antonyms:

Grow old

Work

8. Reading and analysis of a fairy tale.

What was the name of the hero of the fairy tale? (Petya Zubov)

What happened to him? (He suddenly became old.)

When did the events described in the work take place? (In the middle of the 20th century). --- Why do you think so? (A kerosene lamp, an abacus, a clock, the newspaper “Pionerskaya Pravda” - signs of that time).

Where did this story happen? (In the city).

Where did Petya end up? (Into the forest, into the hut of evil wizards)

What did he see and hear there?

What did Petya decide to do?

How does Petya characterize his decision to look for old schoolchildren?

What happened as a result of this decision?

Who did Petya find first?

How? (Selective reading on pages)

Similar work on the page.

Was the guys behavior the same?

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When Petya found all the old children, what happened next? How did the fairy tale end?

Why were the children able to defeat the wizards?

9.Work in groups.Slide number 10

Choose those character traits that help you achieve your goal.

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read it. Highlight the 5 most important actions aimed at achieving your goal. Slide No. 11

- be persistent
- be decisive
- don’t get upset when you fail or make a mistake
- do not rush
- don’t expect quick results
- believe in success
- believe that everything can be learned
- support friends in difficult times
- do not be sad
- To not give up
- do not give in to failure or difficulties
- don’t be shy to ask for help
- don’t give up what you started

10. Work on proverbs. Slide No. 12

“Time for business, time for fun.”

“A person who wastes time in vain does not notice how old he is.”

11. Lesson summary.

Did you like the fairy tale? How? What does she teach? Find the main idea of the fairy tale and read it (...you remember: a person who wastes time in vain does not notice how he is aging”).

How do you understand the title of the fairy tale? What other advice does the writer give? (...sometimes it’s better to spend a little time in order to save it later”)

What is the name of the textbook section? (“Time for business is time for fun”) What other sayings about time do you remember? (“Finished the matter - go for a walk boldly”)

Do you think Petya is a positive or negative hero? Why do you think so?

What new did you learn in class today? What qualities did you develop during the lesson? Will you now relate to time?

12. Homework.

Think about the questions:

Why do people write fairy tales?