A true story for children. Letter to the editor of an army newspaper
Poems for children are certainly associated with the name of Mikhalkov. Mikhalkov wrote many poems for children. He began writing poetry for children early. In 1935, Mikhalkov's first poems for children appeared in the Pioneer magazine and the Izvestia and Komsomolskaya Pravda newspapers. These were Three Citizens, Uncle Styopa, What Do You Have?, About Mimosa, Stubborn Thomas and other poems for children. In 1936, his first collection of Poems for Children was published in the “Ogonyok Library” series. Mikhalkov entered children's literature quickly and triumphantly; the circulation of his books very quickly became equal to the circulation of Marshak and Chukovsky. Mikhalkov's poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A.A. Fadeev, to give the basics of social education in a lively and entertaining form. In and through play, Mikhalkov helps the child to understand the world around him and instills a love of work.
They were for children.
(1972)
Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich (b. 28.2.1913, Moscow), Russian Soviet writer and public figure, academician of the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences of the USSR (1971), Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1967), Hero of Socialist Labor (1973). Member of the CPSU since 1950. Born into the family of an employee. Studied at the Literary Institute named after. M. Gorky (1935-37). Published since 1928. M.’s poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A.A. Fadeev, to give “the fundamentals of social education” in a lively and entertaining form (Pravda, 1938, February 6). In and through play, M. helps the child to understand the world around him, instills a love of work, and develops the traits necessary for the builder of a new society.
He is the author of numerous essays, short stories, satirical poems and feuilletons, texts of battle posters and leaflets. M.'s topical and poignant fables have gained great popularity, to which he often gives the form of a funny joke, a joke, or a direct journalistic appeal. M. is the author of plays for the children's theater: “Tom Canty” (1938), “Special Assignment” (1945), “Red Tie” (1946), “I Want to Go Home!” (1949), “The Arrogant Bunny” (1951), “Sombrero” (1957), “Dear Boy” (1971), etc.; plays for adults: “Ilya Golovin” (1950), satirical comedies “Hunter” (1956), “Savages” (1958), “Monument to Myself...” (1959), “Crayfish and the Crocodile” (new edition 1960), “Etsitone Burcelli” (1961), etc., script for the film “Frontline Girlfriends” (1942). M.’s fairy tale “The Holiday of Disobedience” (1971) is a success among children.
This page contains poems for children about the Great Patriotic War, about Victory, about the holiday of May 9, about soldiers, about veterans, about mass graves and obelisks, about the eternal flame and about the feat of soldiers.
Read poems to children, they should know about the exploits of those who were affected by that terrible war and to whom they should be grateful for the peaceful sky above their heads.
HERO CITIES: books and poems
PARTIZAN TANA
(Tenth grade student)
A. Barto
There is mortal peace on your face.
We won't remember you like this
We will remember you with your dark complexion,
A brave girl with the heart of a fighter.
You were recently a student
I was waiting for my friends at the porch.
The Nazis beat and tortured
They drove us out into the cold barefoot.
The hands were twisted with ropes.
The interrogation lasted for five hours.
There are scars and abrasions on your face,
But silence is the answer to the enemy...
Wooden platform with crossbar,
You are standing barefoot in the snow.
No, gray-haired collective farmers do not cry,
Wiping my eyes with my hands,
- It's just from the cold, in the air
The old people burst into tears.
Above the silence of a frosty day:
My people will avenge me!
A young voice sounds over the fire,
A young voice rings in the wind:
- I’m not afraid to die, comrades,
I am proud that I will die victorious.
There is mortal peace on your face,
This is not how we will remember you!
SASHKO
A. Barto
My father joins the partisans...
Saying goodbye to your father is not easy.
And then, shedding tears,
Barefoot Sashko is running.
He runs, clutching the stirrup,
Clinging to the horse's mane. -
And I'm a partisan! With everyone!
I'm strong, take me!
Severe and sad pain
The father's heart aches: -
Where can I take you? For a short time?
To death? To fight to the end?
There is no limit to children's grief...
The father leaned in the saddle:
- Grabbing the stirrup is not the point,
You better scout around the village.
And here's a pomegranate in your hands,
Now you are ready for anything;
And here's a pomegranate in your hands,
And let me hug you.
The partisans disappeared into the distance.
Now my father is far away.
Calm, dry-eyed
Standing on the road is Sashko.
Sashko notes: at the hut,
Where is the yard overgrown with grass?
Fascist soldiers are walking,
The fascist stands sentinel.
There are officers from headquarters...
In a minute Sashko is on the porch!
There is childish courage in the heart,
Determination on a child's face.
- I saw partisans in the forest,
I was walking along the edge of the forest yesterday,
I saw with my own eyes
- Someone was sitting by the fire!
There's a cold grenade in my bosom,
Smooth cold metal.
A boy stands in the middle of a hut,
He calculated everything well
Slow, long, detailed
He continues the story...
- Enough! - they shout at him angrily.
-Where are the partisans now?
No longer hiding hatred
Sashko straightens up,
And a child's voice is heard:
- There are partisans here! Here!
A grenade was thrown quickly
In those six at the table;
A grenade was thrown quickly
- Death came to them as retribution.
Sashko! Barefoot boy!
You shouldn't live in a quiet village,
Don't run on a warm road.
You lie calm and strict,
Greatness on a child's brow.
Terrible and furious revenge
Children yearn for hearts...
Sashko! Barefoot boy!
We will take revenge until the end
For the city, torn by battle,
For your peaceful home,
For the young heart of a hero,
Killed in mortal combat.
VICTORY DAY
Belozerov T.
May holiday -
Victory Day 
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.
The road calls them in the morning
To the ceremonial parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
The grandmothers look after them.
WE WERE NOT IN THE WORLD BEFORE...
Vladimov M.
When fireworks thundered from one end to another.
Soldiers, you gave to the planet
Great May, victorious May!
Even then we were not in the world,
When in a military storm of fire,
Deciding the fate of future centuries,
You fought a holy battle!
Even then we were not in the world,
When you came home with Victory.
Soldiers of May, glory to you forever
From all the earth, from all the earth!
Thank you, soldiers.
For life, for childhood and spring,
For silence, for a peaceful home,
For the world we live in!
WHEN YOU WENT TO A DEADLY BATTLE...
A. Voskoboynikov
When you went into mortal combat,
Faithful sons of the fatherland,
About a peaceful and happy life
You dreamed during the war.
You saved the world from fascism,
You have obscured us with your hearts.
I bow to you deeply,
We are eternally indebted to you.
You passed heroically
With battles all four years,
You were able to defeat the enemy
And earn the love of the people.
Thank you, fathers and grandfathers,
Thank you brothers and sons
For your gift for Victory Day,
For the main holiday of the whole country!
WELL, WHAT DO WE KNOW ABOUT THE WAR?
Peter Davydov
Well, what do we know about the War?
Time has rushed us far away.
On the May holiday wave
We remember too little.
And children don’t understand at all
What are they talking about?
Questions are asked again
The answers are soon forgotten.
Other countries, times...
There were other wars too.
And that Great War
It's looking more and more like a movie.
They are in the order box.
What to do with them? Unclear.
No one's fault, no one's fault
That you can't bring people back.
Those who fought in the war
Those who died as boys.
And for some reason I feel ashamed
As if we could help.
But the past can't be returned
There are completely different countries around. 
And in a different way on a long journey
Veterans are seen off there.
On the May holiday wave
There is less and less truth about the war
WHEREEVER YOU GO OR GO...
M. Isakovsky
Wherever you go or go,
But stop here
To the grave this way
Bow with all your heart.
Whoever you are - fisherman, miner,
Scientist or shepherd, -
Remember forever: here lies
Your very best friend.
For both you and me
He did everything he could:
He did not spare himself in battle,
And he saved his homeland.
UNKNOWN SOLDIER
Yu. Korinets
The stars are burning brightly,
And in the Kremlin garden
Unknown Soldier
He sleeps in front of everyone.
Above the granite slab
The eternal light is unquenchable.
The whole country is an orphan
She leaned over him.
He didn't hand over the machine gun
And my cap.
Unknown Soldier
Fell in a fierce battle.
Unknown Soldier -
Someone's son or brother,
He's never been since the war
Won't come back.
The stars are burning brightly,
And in the Kremlin garden
Unknown Soldier
He sleeps in front of everyone.
We lit a light for him
Under the Kremlin wall, 
And his grave is
All the earth, all the earth.
A BOY FROM THE VILLAGE OF POPOVKA
S. Marshak
Among the snowdrifts and funnels
In a village destroyed to the ground,
The child stands with his eyes closed -
The last citizen of the village.
Scared white kitten
A fragment of a stove and pipe -
And that's all that survived
From my former life and hut.
White-headed Petya is standing
And cries like an old man without tears,
He lived in the world for three years,
And what I learned and endured.
In his presence they burned down his hut,
They drove mom away from the yard,
And in a hastily dug grave
The murdered sister lies.
Don't let go of your rifle, soldier,
Until you take revenge on the enemy
For the blood shed in Popovka,
And for the child in the snow.
FALSE FOR CHILDREN
S. Mikhalkov
Summer night, at dawn,
Hitler gave the troops an order
And he sent German soldiers
Against all Soviet people -
This means - against us.
He wanted free people
Turn the hungry into slaves
To be deprived of everything forever.
And the stubborn and rebels,
Those who did not fall to their knees,
Exterminate every single one!
He ordered them to destroy
Trampled and burned
Everything that we kept together
They took better care of their eyes,
So that we endure need,
They didn’t dare sing our songs
Near his house.
To have everything for the Germans
For foreign fascists.
And for the Russians and for others,
For peasants and workers - Nothing!
No! - we told the fascists.
- Our people will not tolerate
So that Russian bread is fragrant
Called by the word "brot"...
And from sea to sea
The Bolsheviks rose up
And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We stood up, united with the Russians,
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvashs -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
Everyone who loves freedom
And Russia is expensive!
NO WAR
S. Mikhalkov
One day the children went to bed -
The windows are all darkened.
And we woke up at dawn -
There is light in the windows - and there is no war! 
You don't have to say goodbye anymore
And don’t accompany him to the front -
They will return from the front,
We will wait for heroes.
The trenches will be overgrown with grass
At the sites of past battles.
Getting better every year
Hundreds of cities will stand still.
And in good moments
You will remember and I will remember,
Like from fierce enemy hordes
We cleared the edges.
Let's remember everything: how we were friends,
How we put out fires
Like our porch
They drank fresh milk
Gray with dust,
A tired fighter.
Let's not forget those heroes
What lies in the damp ground,
Giving my life on the battlefield
For the people, for you and me...
Glory to our generals,
Glory to our admirals
And to ordinary soldiers -
On foot, swimming, horseback,
Ulanguid, hardened!
Glory to the fallen and the living -
Thank you to them from the bottom of my heart!
HE WAS BURIED IN THE EARTH'S BALL
S. Orlov
They buried him in the globe,
And he was just a soldier,
In total, friends, a simple soldier,
No titles or awards.
The earth is like a mausoleum to him -
For a million centuries,
And the Milky Ways are gathering dust
Around him from the sides.
The clouds sleep on the red slopes,
Blizzards are sweeping,
Heavy thunder roars,
The winds are taking off.
The battle ended a long time ago...
By the hands of all friends
The guy is placed in the globe,
It's like being in a mausoleum...
NAME
S. Pogorelovsky
To the broken pillbox
The guys come
They bring flowers
To the soldier's grave.
He fulfilled his duty
Before our people.
But what's his name?
Where is he from?
Was he killed in the attack?
Died in defense?
Not a word from the grave
He won’t let it slip.
After all, there is no inscription.
Unanswered grave.
To know, in that terrible hour
There was no time for inscriptions.
To the local old ladies
Guys come in -
Find out, ask them,
What once was.
- What happened?!
Oh, darlings!..
Rumble, battle!
The little soldier remained
Alone surrounded.
One -
And didn't give up
Fascist army.
Fought heroically
And he died heroically.
One -
And he kept it
Come on, the whole company!..
He was young, dark-haired,
Short in stature.
Drink before the fight
He ran into the village,
That's what he said, like,
What comes from the Urals.
We ourselves are heartfelt
Buried here -
At the old pine tree
In an unmarked grave.
To the rural post office
The guys are coming.
Registered letter
Will find the addressee.
They will deliver to the capital
His postmen.
The letter will be read
Minister of Defense.
The lists will be reviewed again,
Behind the record is a record...
And here they are -
First name, last name, address!
And will form a column
Countless heroes,
There will be another one -
Posthumously,
Immortal.
Old lady from the Urals
The guys will hug.
They will take her to her son,
To the soldier's grave
Whose bright name
Covered with flowers...
No one is forgotten
And nothing is forgotten!
MONUMENT
Georgy Rublev
It was in May, at dawn.
The battle began at the walls of the Reichstag.
I noticed a German girl
Our soldier on the dusty pavement.
She stood at the post, trembling,
There was fear in his blue eyes. 
And pieces of whistling metal
Death and torment were sown all around.
Then he remembered how, saying goodbye in the summer
He kissed his daughter.
Maybe this girl's father
He shot his own daughter.
But then, in Berlin, under fire
A fighter crawled and shielded with his body
A girl in a short white dress
He carefully took it out of the fire.
And, stroking it with a gentle palm,
He lowered her to the ground.
They say that in the morning Marshal Konev
I reported this to Stalin.
How many children have their childhood restored?
Gave joy and spring
Privates of the Soviet Army
People who won the war!
And in Berlin, on a holiday,
Was erected to stand for centuries,
Monument to the Soviet Soldier
With a rescued girl in her arms.
He stands as a symbol of our glory,
Like a beacon shining in the darkness.
This is him, a soldier of my state,
Protects peace throughout the world.
ST. GEORGE RIBBON
N. Samonii
St. George's ribbon - both gunpowder and fire,
And the bitterness of tears, and the joy of victory.
Not just a proud symbol, but a silk shoulder strap, 
For the good peace that our grandfathers brought to us.
St. George's ribbon - like a surviving flower,
That I saw a childhood ruined by evil,
Burnt villages, ruins, deadly smog...
Not just a symbol - a legacy to memory.
St. George's ribbon - two-color simple stripes -
There is blood and flame on the front roads,
And echelons of lives that have gone downhill...
And a banner striped with evil.
St. George's ribbon - both gunpowder and fire -
And the sorrow of the soul, and the sun of new life.
Pattern of two-color lines - palm history,
Fate ornament... Memorable word.
WHO WAS AT THE WAR
A. Smirnov
My daughter once turned to me: -
Dad, tell me, who was in the war? –
Grandfather Lenya is a military pilot -
There was a combat aircraft flying in the sky.
Grandfather Zhenya was a paratrooper.
He didn't like to remember the war
And he answered my questions: -
The battles were very difficult.
Grandma Sonya worked as a doctor,
She saved the lives of soldiers under fire.
Great-grandfather Alyosha in cold winterHe fought with enemies near Moscow itself.
Great-grandfather Arkady died in the war.
Everyone served their homeland well.
Many people did not return from the war.
It's easier to answer who wasn't there.
OBELISKS
A. Ternovsky
There are obelisks in Russia,
They have the names of soldiers...
My boys the same age
They lie under the obelisks.
And to them, silent in sadness,
Flowers come from the field
The girls who were waiting for them so much
Now they are completely gray. 
VICTORY DAY
N. Tomilina
Victory Day May 9 –
A holiday of peace in the country and spring.
On this day we remember the soldiers,
Those who did not return to their families from the war.
On this holiday we honor our grandfathers,
Defending their native country,
To those who gave Victory to the peoples
And who returned peace and spring to us!
WHAT IS VICTORY DAY
A. Usachev
What is Victory Day?
This is the morning parade:
Tanks and missiles are coming,
A line of soldiers is marching.
What is Victory Day?
This is a festive fireworks display:
Fireworks fly into the sky
Scattering here and there.
What is Victory Day?
These are songs at the table,
These are speeches and conversations,
This is my grandfather's album.
These are fruits and sweets,
These are the smells of spring...
What is Victory Day -
This means no war.
SMILE, VETERANS!
Elena YAKHNITSKAYA
Looking into the faces of veterans,
I want to wipe the tears from their eyes,
Bow low for victory
And smooth out wrinkles on your cheeks...
Dear dear veterans,
Smile, because the trouble is gone.
Don't let the wounds bother you,
Never bother, never!
Listening to familiar stories
About the war, about the great feat,
I want to hug you all at once,
I want to give you warmth!
This holiday is won by you,
All flowers today are just for you!
You will live long with us,
Let the light of your beloved eyes shine...
Technological map of a literary reading lesson
Academic subject
: literary reading
Class
: 2nd grade
Teacher : Surtaeva Anastasia Alexandrovna
UMK
"Elementary SchoolXXIcentury"
Subject:
Works about Victory Day
. S. Mikhalkov “Fairy tale for children.”
Goals
lesson:
1. Contribute to enriching the reader’s experience through familiarization with a work about the Great Patriotic War.
2. To promote the development of reading interest and reading skills, expressive reading skills, speech, and imaginative thinking.
3. To promote love for the Motherland, its history, and respect for veterans.
FormationUUD at the lesson:
Personal : promote awareness of the value of the subject being studied; knowledge of the heroic past of your country and people.Regulatory : determine the purpose of the activity in the lesson with the help of the teacher and independently; to develop in children the ability to analyze, generalize, and evaluate the results of their activities.
Cognitive : perceive the listened work of art; be able to work with the text of a poetic work: determine the theme, genre, understand the main idea of the work, explain your emotional state during the listening process.
Communication : be able to listen and hear the speech of the teacher and classmates; use speech to regulate your actions; foster a culture of dialogue communication.
Equipment: textbook “Literary reading” author L.A. Efrosinina, 2nd grade M.: “Ventana-Graf”, 2011; workbook “Literary reading” author. L.A. Efrosinina, 2nd grade. M.: “Ventana-Graf”, 2011; blank sheets of paper for modeling; colour pencils; audio recordings by Yu. Levitan about the beginning and end of the war.
Lesson type: literary listening lesson
Lesson content:
1.Self-determination toactivities.
Organizing time .
- With the bell a new lesson came to our class. For it to start well, continue interestingly and end well, let's smile at each other. After all, as you know, a smile lifts your mood.I wish us all a good lesson.
Smiling
Personal: self-determination;
Metasubject:
R .:organization of educational activities
TO .: planning educational cooperation with the teacher and classmates
2. Setting the goals and objectives of the lesson. Motivation for students' learning activities.
Guys, tell me, what do you want to learn today in literary reading lesson?
At the end of the lesson we will summarize our work and know who learned what and what lesson we learned.
They express their opinion.
Personal: self-determination
Metasubject:
R: setting educational goals and objectives;ability to express one's opinion
3. Updating knowledge
Look at the covers of the books and remember who the author of these works is.
What kind of writer do you think the lesson will be dedicated to?
That's right. Name S.V. Mikhalkov is known all over the world to both children and adults. After all, he wrote more than one work. We met you at school with some of them, while your parents introduced you to others at home. You probably know such works as “Uncle Styopa”, “What do you have?”, “My friend and I together” and others. Sergei Vladimirovich is also the author of the words of the Anthem of the Russian Federation.
S. Mikhalkov
The work of Sergei Mikhalkov
Personal: self-determination.
Metasubject:
R
4. Reporting the topic of the lesson
Today we will get acquainted with another of his works.
Read the topic of the lesson.
S.V. Mikhalkov “True for Children”
Personal:
self-determination.Metasubject:
R : understanding and setting the educational task.
5. Introducing a new work.
1. Anticipation
- Yes, the work that we will get acquainted with today is called “True for Children.”
- Guys, what is reality?
What do you think it's about?
2. “Immersion in the lesson.”
Preparation for the perception of the work.
Record by Yu. Levitan about the declaration of war.
This is the announcement the Soviet people heard on the radio on what seemed like an ordinary summer morning.
What did the radio announcer say?
How do you think the Soviet people felt when they heard this message?
The Nazis captured many countries, they mocked people, killed them, burned cities and villages.
But our army managed to defeat the Nazis and liberate not only our native land, but also other countries, including Germany. But Victory is not only a joyful event, but also a very sad one, because it was not possible to do without losses. It is estimated that out of every hundred who fought, only three survived. On many monuments we will not see names, only the number of those buried. They died for the freedom of our Motherland. And thanks to them, you and I live in peacetime; we have not seen that terrible war. This is history for us. We must know her.
“True for Children” by S. Mikhalkov will tell us the story of that terrible time. Listen.
(music plays quietly, teacher reads)
3. Checking primary perception.
What feelings did you experience while listening to this piece?
- What genre does this work belong to?
- What pictures did you imagine while listening to this poem?
A story about what actually happened or is happening.
They express their opinion.
That Nazi Germany attacked our country.
Children's statements.
Listening to the teacher read.
Children's statements.
Poem.
Children's statements.
Personal:
self-determination and self-knowledge through comparison with the characters of a literary work;
Metasubject:
R.: learn to express your assumption (version).
P.: perception of the listened work;
the ability to determine the theme and genre of a work;
TO.: the ability to listen and hear the artistic word, the teacher’s speech.
6. Working with text
7. Physical exercise.
1. Secondary perception of the text.
Children, do you want to read this work yourself?
2. Vocabulary work: Are there any unfamiliar words in the poem?
Which?
You will find out who the “Soviet people” are by reading the first clue on page 93.
What is the Soviet Union?
Read the hint on page 93 in the “Pay attention” section
- Explain the meaning of the word "front".
3. Analysis of the work.
How many parts were there? - Read the introduction. - For whom did the author write this work?
When did the war start? Read
Who gave the German troops the order?
Who stood up to defend the Motherland?
In 1941, war came to our land. Early in the morning of June 22, Nazi troops crossed the border of the USSR. The Nazis wanted to enslave our people, seize the natural resources of our country, plunder or destroy its cultural values.
The whole country, everyone from young to old, stood up to defend the Motherland. Men went to the front, women, old people and children worked at machines, dug trenches, grew grain, and sent food to the front for their native army.
How can you title the 1st part?
How long did the war last?
Yes, it's really long.- The war went on for 1418 days and nights. It claimed about 27 million lives of Soviet people.
War means 1,725 destroyed and burned cities and towns, over 70 thousand villages in our country. War means 32 thousand blown up plants and factories, 65 thousand kilometers of railway tracks.
All the people of our country stood up to defend the Motherland. Everyone, young and old, men, women, children - everyone fought against the fascists.
What cities are mentioned in part 2?
Who defended our Motherland?
How can you title the 2nd part?
Whom does the poet glorify?
What news spread far and wide?
How can you title the 3rd part?
Victory Day, May 9, 1945. This is a big national holiday. This day brought peace not only to our people, but to the entire Earth.
Listen to how Yuri Levitan announces the end of the war.
Record.
Like soldiers on parade
We walk row by row,
Left - once, right - once,
Look at us all.
We're kicking, stomping,
We clap our hands!
We are the eyes of a moment, a moment,
We shrug our shoulders.
Lined up again
It was like going to a parade.
One-two, one-two,
It's time for us to get busy!
4. Preparation for expressive reading of a work.
Do you think the whole work should be read in the same way?
What is said in the first part?
With what intonation will you read it?
What is the second part about?
What is the third part about?
5 . Expressive reading of a poem.
Yes!
Independent reading aloud.
Yes.
Soviet people, front
Soviet people are the people who lived in the Soviet Union.
Our country was called the Soviet Union at that time.
The front is a place of military action.
Three.
They are reading.
For children.
Summer night, at dawn.
Hitler.
Russian regiments, all Soviet peoples.
Children's statements.
For a long time.
With the heroes.
About Moscow and Orel.
Army, brothers and fathers.
Children's statements.
Generals, admirals and ordinary soldiers.
Our brothers and fathers are coming, coming, coming from the front!
Children's statements.
Listening to the recording.
Children perform the following movements:
Walking at marching pace.
They stomp their feet one by one.
Two hand claps above your head.
Eyes blink twice.
Shrug twice
Walking at marching pace.
No.
It talks about the beginning of the war and how the Soviet people rose to defend their Motherland.
With anxiety. With anger. With hatred.
The fact that the war lasted a long time and our fighters beat the enemies.
Proudly. It is necessary to convey the tension that the fighters experienced.
About victory.
With admiration, joy, pride, solemnly.
Reading a poem by children.
Personal: understanding the role of reading for solving educational problems;
knowledge of the heroic past of one’s country and people using the example of a literary work;
Metasubject:
R
P .: formation of a cognitive learning task;
choosing the type of reading depending on the goal;
search and selection of necessary information;
the ability to work with a work in poetic form;
TO .: ability to answer questions about the content of the work;
the ability to relate emotionally to the events described in the work;
the ability to listen to classmates’ answers, supplement and clarify them, supporting them with facts from the text;
the ability to fully and accurately express one’s thoughts;
ability to work in groups;
8. Independent work with checking using a finished sample.
1. Cover modeling .
We became familiar with the work and decided on the genre. And now you have interesting creative work ahead of you. Everyone has blank sheets of paper and colored pencils on their desks. Model the book cover of the work you read in class.
What will you show on the cover of the book?
2. Selection of proverbs for the work. - Let's finish working on our book by choosing a proverb for the work we read today.
There are several proverbs written on the board:
1) Don’t spare your strength or your life for your Motherland.
2) What peace builds, war destroys.
3) Fight boldly for your native cause.
4) He who stands up for his homeland is a true hero.
5) The first thing in life is to serve the Fatherland.
6) Fear has big eyes, but they don’t see anything.
7) Learning to read and write is always useful.
- What proverb do you think reflects the content of S. Mikhalkov’s work “True for Children”?
Write it down on the back cover.
What other proverbs about heroes and the defense of the Motherland can be included in our book?
And now we will collect your models into one common book.
Genre and theme of the work.
Title.
Children work independently and then check their work against a finished sample.
Children's statements. Children explain their choice.
Children find out which proverbs are suitable and write them down.
Children hand in their work.
Personal:
self-determination and self-knowledge
Metasubject:
R .: understanding and setting the educational task;
correction – making corrections based on the results of independent activities;
P .: the formation of literary literacy, the ability to determine the genre, the main idea of the work, the author and the title;
TO .: the ability to express your thoughts orally and in writing;
9. Generalization on the topic of the lesson
Let's summarize the lesson. Guys, what do you call people who fought and went through the whole war? - Every year there are fewer and fewer of them. But they awarded orders and medals to those who showed courage and heroism during the war. It turns out that those who conquered peace and happiness on Earth, veterans of the Great Patriotic War, live next to us. These are our grandparents, great-grandparents. To know about the war, you need to talk with them, ask them about what their life was like. We all must remember the price at which peace on Earth was won.
Veterans.
Personal:
showing respect to veterans of the Great Patriotic War
10. Homework (optional).
Do your homework of your choice:
1.Page 91-93. Prepare an expressive reading of the poem; 2. Learn by heart one of the parts.
3.Draw an illustration for the book.
Write down homework
Personal: self-determination;
choosing a task to satisfy personal interest;
knowledge of the heroic past of your family;
Metasubject:
R .: consolidating the ability to read or tell a work expressively.
11. Summing up the lesson. Reflection.
Please complete the sentences:
In class I learned...
It was interesting to me…
I like it…
It was difficult for me...
Thank you for the lesson!
Children's statements
Personal:
Metasubject:
R. : self-assessment of activities;the ability to express one’s opinion;
TO. : the ability to listen to the speech of the teacher and classmates.
I am writing this story to children...
Summer night, at dawn,
Hitler gave the troops an order
And he sent German soldiers
Against all Soviet people
This means - against us.
He wanted free people
Turn the hungry into slaves
To be deprived of everything forever.
And the stubborn and rebels,
Those who did not fall to their knees,
Exterminate every single one!
He ordered them to destroy
Trampled and burned
Everything that we kept together
They took better care of their eyes,
So that we endure need,
They didn’t dare sing our songs
Near his house,
So that everything is for the Germans,
For foreign fascists,
And for the Russians and for others,
For peasants and workers
"No! - we told the fascists,
Our people will not tolerate
So that Russian bread is fragrant
Called by the word "brot".
We live in the Soviet country,
We recognize the German language,
Italian, Danish, Swedish
And we admit Turkish,
Both English and French
But in my native land in Russian
We write, we think, we sing.
Then we can only breathe freely,
If we hear native speech,
Speech in Russian,
And in his ancient capital,
Both in the town and in the village,
And far from home.
Where is strength found in the world?
So that she can break us,
Bent us under the yoke
In those regions where on the days of victory
Our great-grandparents
Have you feasted so many times?
And from sea to sea
The Bolsheviks rose up
And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We stood up, united with the Russians,
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvash
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
Everyone who loves freedom
And Russia is expensive!
And when Russia stood up
In this difficult menacing hour,
“Everything - to the front!” - Moscow said.
“We’ll give you everything!” - said Kuzbass.
“Never,” said the mountains,
The Ural has never been in debt!”
"Enough oil for the engines,
I’ll help!” - said Baku.
"I own riches,
You can’t count them, even if you count them forever!
I won’t regret anything!”
This is how Altai responded.
"We are left homeless
Ready to welcome you into your home,
Shelter will be given to orphans!”
Meeting the disadvantaged
Replying to Kazakhstan,
Uzbekistan swore.
"Every faithful warrior will
And fed and watered,
The whole country is shod and dressed.”
“Everything - to the front!” - Moscow
"All! - the country answered her.
Everything is for future victories!”
Days and weeks flew by
This was not the first year of war.
Showed himself in action
Our people are heroic.
You can't even tell it in a fairy tale,
Neither words nor pen,
How helmets flew from enemies
Near Moscow and Orel.
How, advancing to the west,
Red fighters fought
Our army is dear,
Our brothers and fathers.
How the partisans fought.
The Motherland is proud of them!
How wounds heal
Battle cities.
You can’t describe what they were like in this one
All the battles there were.
The Germans were beaten here and there,
When they beat you, fireworks!
These fireworks are from Moscow
Were heard by everyone in the world,
Both friend and enemy heard them.
If there are fireworks, that means
Over some roof somewhere
The red flag waved again.
Look at the school map,
Where were we in February?
How many miles did we walk in March?
In your native land?
Here we stood in April,
Here the troops met May,
Here we took so many prisoners,
So try to calculate it!
Glory to our generals,
Glory to our admirals
And to the ordinary soldiers
On foot, swimming, horseback,
Tempered in hot battles!
Glory to the fallen and the living,
Thank you to them from the bottom of my heart!
Let's not forget those heroes
What lies in the damp ground,
Giving my life on the battlefield
For the people - for you and me.
Wherever we hit the enemy,
Wherever the enemy retreats,
Always remembered about the home front
Our soldier and general:
You can't finish off the fascists
And cleanse the world of them
Without Moscow tractor drivers,
Without Ivanovo weavers,
Without the one who day and night
Coal comes from the mines,
Sows grain, sharpens shells,
Melts steel, forges armor.”
You can't tell you were in this one
All miracles about our rear,
Apparently, the time will come,
And about honest workers,
Famous, unknown
Our people will compose songs.
Without a gun and without a grenade
And away from the front
These people are like soldiers
We were also at war.
We will never forget
Their heroic deeds.
Honor and glory to these people
And great praise!
One by one, on foot,
Over rocks and grass
They drive prisoners under escort,
They are driving to Mother Moscow.
There are not ten or twenty of them,
There are not two hundred and fifty of them
Maybe the army will gather
Officers and soldiers.
Dust swirls in clouds
Over the front road...
Why are you unhappy, Krauts?
Why did you hang your head?
You didn't wait, you didn't guess
Neither in a dream nor in reality
Just like we said
You will end up in Moscow.
Trophies are being carried past you
To our Russian museums,
To show people
What did you want to take us with?
And cars are rushing towards me
Our valiant regiments.
— How far is it to Berlin?
People are shouting at you from the trucks.
Dust swirls in clouds...
Along the roads, here and there,
Murderers and Murderers
They are being taken prisoner under escort...
Dust... Dust... Dust... Dust...
I continue the story for the children!
Under the victorious roar of guns
On these stormy days
In the sea, in the sky and on land
We didn't fight alone.
I shook hands with English fighters
Russian army soldiers,
And distant San Francisco
Turned out to be just as close
Like Moscow and Leningrad.
Next to us, together with us,
Like a stream breaking the ice,
For the sake of liberty and honor
And the people's holy vengeance
The people stood behind the people.
“We,” said the Yugoslavs,
Let's not give up our glory!
We will not be under the yoke!
And the Slovaks said:
- Our will was crushed!
How can we not fight!
Break away from Berlin
Italians and Romanians:
- Stop fighting for Berlin!
Bulgarians are also reluctant
To die for a German for nothing:
- Let him go down alone!
A Frenchman will live in Paris,
In Prague - Czech, in Athens - Greek.
Not offended, not humiliated
He will be a proud man!
Cities will breathe freely
No raids, no alarms!
Go anywhere
On any of all roads!..
One day the children went to bed
The windows are all darkened
And we woke up at dawn
There is light in the windows and there is no war!
You don't have to say goodbye anymore
And don’t accompany me to the front,
And don’t be afraid of raids,
And don't wait for night worries.
Blackout canceled
And now for many years
For people only for treatment
Blue light will be needed.
People celebrate Victory!
The news flies everywhere:
From the front they go, they go, they go
Our brothers and fathers!
Everyone has medals on their chests,
And many have orders.
Where haven't they been?
And what time did they give?
The war did not abandon them!
You can’t tell you were in this one,
What kind of life did they lead?
How they got cold in the Carpathians,
Where they swam by river, where they swam by sea,
How they lived in eight capitals,
How many countries have you walked through?
Like on the streets of Berlin
In the hour of fighting they found the Reichstag,
Like two faithful sons above him
Russian son and Georgian son
They hoisted a red flag.
From Berlin to Amur,
And then to Port Arthur,
What lies by the warm waters,
We visited Khingan,
What always stands in the fog,
And on the Pacific
We finished our hike.
Neighbor says to neighbor:
- As soon as I get home to myself,
I'll go straight to school
And collective farm children
Tanek, Manek, Fedek, Grishek
I'll start learning again!
- Well, I’ll come home,
Neighbor says to neighbor,
After the front I’ll rest,
I'll wear it for another week
A tunic and an overcoat,
I'll start building in the city,
What was destroyed in the war!
- And the collective farm misses me,
The third one from the shelf answers,
My collective farm near Kostroma.
I've been going for eight days
Yes, I'm counting every minute
Soon, soon home!
Cars run day and night,
Columns are walking along the highway
Frontline trucks,
And the accordions sing
About the affairs of front-line soldiers...
You can’t describe what they were like in this one
(Even a poem won’t help!),
How proud the soldiers were
That the people meet them
They are our protectors!
And mixed on the platforms
With a noisy, joyful crowd:
Sons in military uniforms,
And husbands in military uniforms,
And fathers in military uniforms,
That they came home from the war.
Hello, victorious warrior,
My comrade, friend and brother,
My protector, my savior
Red Army soldiers!
Throughout the war in any village,
In every house and hut
People thought with excitement
Remembered with admiration
And with love about you.
And everywhere they were proud of you,
And you can't find your family
There is no home where they would not be stored
Your photos:
In modest frames above the bed,
On the chest of drawers, on the wall,
Where are you filmed in your overcoat,
Shot on foot or on horseback,
Is it filmed alone or with a crew?
In a combat situation
Are you an officer or, let's say,
Private infantryman.
Finally at the desired hour
Our dream come true
At the hour of the long-awaited victory
You have returned to your father's house!
But there are still quite a few of them
Officers and soldiers
whose death has passed,
But he was hit by a shell in battle.
If you meet someone like this,
Young but gray-haired
Combat veteran
(Sign of a wound on the chest),
Do him a favor
Help him like a friend
Don't pass by indifferently!..
They take on things boldly
Well done front-line soldiers,
And in the country any business
It’s convenient for them, it’s out of their hands!
We need all Soviet citizens
Feed, dress, put on shoes,
So that everyone is happy
From the heart, not just any way!
If earlier "self-propelled guns"
Supplied by another plant
Then today the frying pans
Launched at full speed.
And the platforms with the forest are running,
There - with ore, and there - with coal,
From Donbass to Dneproges
Night after night, day after day.
Yes! We have one concern
And everyone has the same dream,
To the sunny heights
The country has risen again
Strong, glorious and mighty
From the capital to the village,
Much more beautiful, much better
What ever was.
The days of fighting are over,
We fought well
Like soldiers, they performed
An order from our Motherland.
And today, in a peaceful hour,
Dear Motherland,
Rely on us again!
With everything that the Motherland has,
Together the people own
He keeps score of the fields, forests,
Cornfields, pastures and waters,
Mines, mines and factories
And as an example to other nations
He manages them himself!
And we are in power
Not a landowner, not a banker,
And a simple worker is a master
And the collective farm foreman.
Chosen by the people
Our Soviet deputy
Not of noble birth
And he is not rich in gold.
He is rich in his freedom
And the consciousness of
What on behalf of the people
He decides his fate!
He is rich in his love
To that land that in a terrible hour,
Sprinkled with your blood,
He, like his own mother, saved.
Two chambers will meet,
Deputies will sit next to you:
Belarusian and Armenian,
Ukrainian, Moldovan,
Ossetian, Kazakh, Tatar,
Both Estonian and Georgian
All nations as one!
There will be quite a few of them,
Sons and daughters:
And soldiers and commanders,
And other heroes!..
With our beloved party
We are not separated anywhere.
She stands for the people
With her, the Motherland is strong.
Who is unknown today
But fearless, brave and honest,
One who loves his people
And he follows the party,
Who can do anything?
He will help his country
In the region where he lives!
So let's help our government
In cities and villages
Bringing happiness to the people
Sergey Mikhalkov. True story for children
(text fragments)
..."I will never forget the frosty night at the field airfield, when with indescribable excitement I saw off the pilots of the Northwestern Front on a combat mission. Packs of leaflets were loaded onto the planes... These were my poetic messages to our partisans," Mikhalkov recalled. In 1944, “True for Children” was born from these journalistic poems.
Sergey Mikhalkov
"No! - we told the fascists, -
Our people will not tolerate
So that Russian bread is fragrant
Called by the word "brot".
And from sea to sea
The Bolsheviks rose up
And from sea to sea
The Russian regiments stood up.
We stood up, united with the Russians,
Belarusians, Latvians,
People of free Ukraine,
Both Armenians and Georgians,
Moldovans, Chuvashs -
All Soviet peoples
Against a common enemy
Everyone who loves freedom
And Russia is expensive!...................
Mikhalkov Sergey Vladimirovich [b. 28.2 (13.3).1913, Moscow], Russian Soviet writer and public figure, academician of the Academy of Pedagogical Sciences of the USSR (1971), Honored Artist of the RSFSR (1967), Hero of Socialist Labor (1973). Member of the CPSU since 1950. Born into the family of an employee. Studied at the Literary Institute named after. M. Gorky (1935-37). Published since 1928. M.’s poems for children are famous, in which he was able, in the words of A. A. Fadeev, to give “the fundamentals of social education” in a lively and entertaining form (Pravda, 1938, February 6). In and through play, M. helps the child to understand the world around him, instills a love of work, and develops the traits necessary for the builder of a new society.
During the Great Patriotic War of 1941-45, M. was a military correspondent for front-line newspapers; author of numerous essays, short stories, satirical poems and feuilletons, texts of combat posters and leaflets. M.'s topical and poignant fables have gained great popularity, to which he often gives the form of a funny joke, a joke, or a direct journalistic appeal. M. is the author of plays for the children's theater: "Tom Canty" (1938), "Special Assignment" (1945), "Red Tie" (1946), "I Want to Go Home!" (1949), “The Arrogant Bunny” (1951), “Sombrero” (1957), “Dear Boy” (1971), etc.; plays for adults: "Ilya Golovin" (1950), satirical comedies "Hunter" (1956), "Savages" (1958), "Monument to Myself..." (1959), "Crayfish and the Crocodile" (new edition 1960), "Etsitone Burcelli" (1961), etc., script for the film "Frontline Girlfriends" (1942). M.'s fairy tale story "The Feast of Disobedience" (1971) is a success among children. A book of pedagogical articles and notes by M. “Everything Begins from Childhood” (1968) is devoted to reflections on the upbringing of the younger generation. Acts also as a translator. Deputy of the Supreme Soviet of the USSR of the 8th convocation. Secretary of the Board of the USSR SP; 1st Secretary of the Board of the Moscow Organization of the SP of the RSFSR (1965-70); Chairman of the Board of the RSFSR Joint Venture (since 1970). Editor-in-Chief of the satirical film magazine "Fitil" (since 1962). M.'s works have been translated into many foreign languages and languages of the peoples of the USSR. USSR State Prize (1941, 1942, 1950), Lenin Prize (1970). Awarded 3 Orders of Lenin, the Order of the October Revolution, 3 other orders, as well as medals.
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