Essay-discussion on the topic: “Music in my life.” My favorite piece of music My favorite piece of music

Favorite pieces of music and playing music

Some statements from other threads on the topic of playing music at home:

For music lovers:

I play various classical pieces on the piano. It's strange, but I ONLY play classics! Maybe because it's easier to play? And I listen ONLY to modern stylish music and only through (or how to put it correctly) a very good tape recorder (because of the sound, of course).

From what I play on the piano, my favorite is Mozart’s “Two Early Minuets in F Major”, “Sonata No. 15 in C Major”. This is a sleeping pill! (my former and current American husbands instantly fall asleep to this music. Naturally, I don’t play it at night!). This is a sedative, this is psychotherapy, this is relaxation for the mind, this is light, beautiful, magical music!

Also my favorite is Beethoven's Moonlight Sonata. This is already a difficult, serious work that requires good technique. When I play it, I feel proud of myself! (many people cannot play the “Moonlight Sonata”). Needs long training.

I play a lot of things. And Bach's minuets, of course, I love Schubert's Serenade (I play), Elise. "Polka" by Tchaikovsky, "Waltz in E Flat Major" by Tchaikovsky - lovely!!!... full of everything.

It's good that I can play the piano well! (I really only play everything from notes, I don’t remember anything by heart)

And how wonderful it is to play Christmas music on Christmas Eve. Here in America there are many collections of Christmas music, songs.... They are very beautiful and light.

2. Olga_Taevskaya(ibid., comment 148)
How interesting, what a smart girl... good luck to you in improving your playing of the piano (piano, grand piano), you will always be able to find a job... and this should inspire additional confidence.

3. janet(ibid., comment 150)

to: Olga Taevskaya: What do you like and play? It is very interesting to me!

to all:

And in general it’s interesting who plays what.

Write please. I'll try too. Only not the generally known and generally accepted, but YOUR (I’m addressing everyone) favorite. What you don't listen to... but play yourself.

By the way, I love listening to another person (if he plays without mistakes, of course), sitting next to the piano and LOOKING at his hands.

But I don’t like listening to 99% of symphonic music on the radio! (classic)

4. Olga_Taevskaya(ibid., comment 156)
“What do you like and play? I’m very interested!”

Improvisations on your favorite melodies. I select melodies by ear and like to make my own arrangements. It happens that they sell sheet music (film soundtracks or collections of popular themes), favorite pieces from collections of popular music, jazz collections.

Favorites (there were before, now I don’t play much, the online magazine takes up almost all my time):
Mozart. Fantasia in F minor, sonatas, Turkish Rondo from Sonata in A major
Beethoven Sonatas, Für Elise
Rachmaninov - Elegy, preludes. Italian polka
Chopin (waltzes, nocturnes)
Swan of Saint-Saens
Schubert "Serenade"
Schubert. Musical moment
Mendelssohn - Songs without words
Verdi - arrangement of opera melodies for piano
Tango by various authors, blues
Music from films
Brahms. Hungarian dance 5
Sviridov, Romance from music to A. Pushkin's story Snowstorm
Grieg (Peer Gynt, Sonata, The Heart of a Poet)
Popular melodies from operettas.
Monty, Csardas
Liszt Hungarian Rhapsody
Fiebig, Poem for piano
Romances
Strauss Waltzes
Sketches of Burgmuller
Glinka and other Russians. composers (variations):
Glinka - "Lark", "Among the Flat Valley"
Handel Passacaglia
Chaikovsky. Seasons. Waltzes, ballet music and other themes.
Schnittke (I’m trying to play sonatas, but listening to his music works better for now :-)
Doga - Waltz from the film "My affectionate and gentle beast"
Griboyedov's Waltz
Waltzes by Tchaikovsky
Berkovich - Variations on a Theme of Paganini
Glinka, nocturne "Separation"
The list is endless...

I loved to sight read (minimum notes and maximum sounds) :-)

If you like to look at the hands of pianists, you may find this link useful:
http://www.youtube.com/results?search_query=piano+play&search_type=&aq=f

5.janet
to Olga Taevskaya:

This is a serious list of works! I, girl, will be simpler... much...

By the way, I had a period in my life (after music school) when I hated playing. And I didn’t sit down at the piano for many, many years. And... only after many years I suddenly wanted to play! So interesting!

I remembered everything quickly. Somewhere in the brain, everything is still preserved if you spent a lot of effort and time on “something.”

Now I enjoy playing

6. Olga_Taevskaya
A list, rather, of what she either played freely or tried to perform periodically, or taught in order to perform... with varying success. I knew some things by heart... In general, these are the works that were always on hand in my library and which I preferred to play while playing music depending on the mood.

About remembering after the break. Yes, in dance, after a long break, technique is not fully restored. Pianists are recovering.
It’s enough to play scales for a week or two, stretching exercises, and again your fingers will start running :-) well, before playing music and improvising, you need to play well, then you can play complex pieces from sight. In general, even simple music playing is a lot of work and requires a lot of effort and time.

I wish you to be in the mood to play music as often as possible!

Do you compose songs? Or do you sing to your own accompaniment? I really like to light candles, company - and sing something like “There are days when you give up...” - there are such beautiful chord progressions. Or something no less romantic...

Here I found another beautiful hit for playing music:
A. Petrov, Waltz from the film "St. Petersburg Mysteries"
There children play 4 hands - very cleanly played and inspired and ascetic.
Just smart guys

Music appeared in my life long before I learned to distinguish between different styles and movements, and learned about the work of great composers and musicians. The first melody that I still remember was my mother’s lullaby. When the words ended, my mother quietly sang la-lala-la-la, and her melodic tunes calmed me and, for sure, marked the beginning of my good relationship with music. Then there were musical performances and plays, favorite children's songs and first idols.

My taste changed simultaneously with age, today I liked rock, tomorrow pop music, in a week I was ready to give my last money for records of famous rappers, sometimes I listened to reggae when I was in the mood, and did my homework while listening to popular songs coming from radio channels. And all the time it seemed to me that without music my world would be imperfect, just as cold beauty without a warm smile becomes repulsive, or the sea becomes boring without a storm and white-white waves.

Music plays an important role in my life. When I feel sad, I turn on some funny and popular song, quietly start humming it, and my mood improves in just a few minutes. It’s interesting that, at the same time as the fashionable styles of music that my peers prefer, I love the works of famous classical composers. The sounds of violin and piano awaken mixed feelings in my soul. On the one hand, it seems to me that I am soaring above the clouds and indulging in dreams, listening to the light tints, chimes and strong chords, and on the other hand, an alarming or touching melody touches all the strings of the soul and brings tears. But this mood quickly passes, because I understand that the musician reflected part of his world and his experiences and conveyed thoughts and emotions to the listeners with the help of notes.

Classical music, in my opinion, is an art that opens up a whole world of passions and emotions, high feelings and noble impulses. It makes people spiritually rich and paints life with new and bright colors. Talented musicians, like no one else, are able to express in music sadness and joy, lightness and disappointment, the vagaries of nature or the experiences typical of lovers. If you add words to a good melody, you get a work that captures the hearts of a huge number of people, it is remembered for a long time and listened to again and again, until every word and every sound takes on a new meaning.

(Painting by Maksimyuk Ivan. Evening Blues)

Music in my life is the necessary stimulus that helps me achieve my goals, a constant guide and a skillful healer of mental wounds. Every morning I start with a cheerful tune, and when I come home after school, I always turn on something new from my favorite artists or listen to old and well-known recordings, each of which is associated with a certain moment in my life or pleasant memories. This is how it turns out that my world is woven from music, beautiful songs and favorite melodies.

Andrea Bocelli - Time to say goodbye Bocelli's voice evokes in everyone's mind the beautiful views of Tuscany, the taste of Chianti, the image of sunny Italy. The song was written by Francesco Sartori (music) and Lucio Quarantoto (text) for Andrea Bocelli, who first sang this song in 1995 at the Sanremo festival. The main thing, of course, is the voice. Sonorous, rich in “low overtones,” slightly cracked, it does not shine with artificial shine, polished by the opera school. His voice is original and bold, especially in open and loud climaxes.

Italy is a luxurious country!
The soul groans and yearns for her.
She is all paradise, all full of joy,
And in her luxurious love springs.
The wave runs and rustles thoughtfully
And kisses the wonderful shores;
In it the beautiful skies shine;
The lemon burns and the aroma wafts.

And the whole country is filled with inspiration;
Everything bears the stamp of what has happened;
And the traveler beholds the great creation,
Fiery himself, he hurries from the snowy countries;
The soul is boiling, and all of it is tenderness,
An involuntary tear trembles in my eyes;
He is immersed in a dreamy thought,
He listens to the noise of things long past...

Here is a low world of cold vanity,
Here the proud mind does not take its eyes off nature;
And more iridescent in the radiance of beauty,
The sun moves across the sky hotter and clearer.
And wonderful noise and wonderful dreams
Here the sea suddenly becomes calm;
In it the clouds flicker with a frisky movement,
Green forest and blue sky.

And the night, and the whole night breathes with inspiration.
How the earth sleeps, intoxicated with beauty!
And the myrtle passionately sways its head over her,
Among the skies, in the radiance of the moon
She looks at the world, thinks and hears,
How a wave speaks under an oar;
How octaves will rush through the garden,
They sound and flow captivatingly in the distance.

Land of love and sea of enchantment!
Brilliant worldly desert garden!
That garden where in the cloud of dreams
Raphael and Torquat still live!
Will I see you, full of expectations?
The soul is in the rays, and thoughts say,
I am attracted and burned by your breath, -
I'm in heaven, all the sound and fluttering!..

(Nikolai Vasilyevich Gogol)

Italy... Oh Italy! No matter how quickly time flies, Italy will never grow old. The antiquity of this country only conveys the unique flavor of its youth. The charm of eternal youth is created by nature, the sea, cheerful people... But constantly modern realities block the breath of History. Modernity, Antiquity, Renaissance, and the Middle Ages are intricately intertwined in the image of Italy, making it the Olympus of poets, artists, sculptors of all times, their Muse, their inspiration. And the great artists Leonardo da Vinci, Raphael Santi, Michelangelo.

Artistic work of fine art consonant Time to say goodbye“Mona Lisa” - Leonardo gave this image a special warmth and ease. The expression of her face is mysterious and mysterious, even somewhat cold. Her smile, hidden in the corners of her lips, strangely does not match her gaze. Behind Mona Lisa is a blue sky, mirror-like surface of water, silhouettes of rocky mountains, ceilings of air. Leonardo seems to be telling us that man stands at the center of the world, and there is nothing more majestic and beautiful.

A. Pushkin “Blizzard”.(last scene of "Blizzard")
Author Burmin found Marya Gavrilovna by the pond, under a willow tree, with a book in her hands and in a white dress, the real heroine of the novel. After the first questions, Marya Gavrilovna deliberately stopped maintaining the conversation, thus increasing mutual confusion, which could only be gotten rid of with a sudden and decisive explanation. And so it happened: Burmin, feeling the difficulty of his situation, announced that he had been looking for a long time for an opportunity to open his heart to her, and demanded a minute of attention. Marya Gavrilovna closed the book and lowered her eyes as a sign of agreement.
Burmin : I love you, I love you passionately..." ( Marya Gavrilovna blushed and bowed her head even lower.) I acted carelessly, indulging in a sweet habit, the habit of seeing and hearing you every day...” ( Marya Gavrilovna remembered St.-Preux's first letter.) Now it’s too late to resist my fate; the memory of you, your dear, incomparable image will henceforth be the torment and joy of my life; but I still have to fulfill a difficult duty, reveal to you a terrible secret and put an insurmountable barrier between us...
Marya Gavrilovna : She always existed, I could never be your wife...
Burmin: ( quiet) I know, I know that you once loved, but death and three years of mourning... Kind, dear Marya Gavrilovna! don’t try to deprive me of my last consolation: the thought that you would agree to make me happy if... be silent, for God’s sake, be silent. You are tormenting me. Yes, I know, I feel that you would be mine, but - I am the most unfortunate creature ... I am married!
Marya Gavrilovna looked at him in surprise.
Burmin: I am married, I have been married for four years now, and I don’t know who my wife is, and where she is, and whether I should ever meet her!
Marya Gavrilovna : (exclaiming) What are you saying? How strange! Continue; I'll tell you later... but go ahead, do me a favor.
Burmin : At the beginning of 1812, I hurried to Vilna, where our regiment was located. Arriving one day at the station late in the evening, I ordered the horses to be laid as quickly as possible, when suddenly a terrible snowstorm arose, and the caretaker and the coachmen advised me to wait it out. I obeyed them, but an incomprehensible anxiety took possession of me; it seemed like someone was pushing me like that. Meanwhile, the snowstorm did not subside; I couldn’t bear it, ordered the laying again and rode into the storm. The coachman decided to go along the river, which should have shortened our journey by three miles. The banks were covered; The driver drove past the place where we entered the road, and thus we found ourselves in an unfamiliar direction. The storm did not subside; I saw a light and ordered to go there. We arrived at the village; there was a fire in the wooden church. The church was open, several sleighs stood outside the fence; people were walking around the porch. "Here! here!" - several voices shouted. I told the coachman to drive up. “For mercy, where did you stop? - someone told me; - the bride fainted; the priest doesn't know what to do; we were ready to go back. Come out quickly." I silently jumped out of the sleigh and entered the church, dimly lit by two or three candles. The girl was sitting on a bench in a dark corner of the church; the other rubbed her temples. “Thank God,” this one said, “you came by force. You almost killed the young lady.” The old priest came up to me with the question: “Will you order us to begin?” “Begin, begin, father,” I answered absentmindedly. The girl was raised. She seemed not bad to me... An incomprehensible, unforgivable frivolity... I stood next to her in front of the lectern; the priest was in a hurry; three men and a maid supported the bride and were busy only with her. We were married. “Kiss,” we were told. My wife turned her pale face to me. I wanted to kiss her... She screamed: “Ai, not him! not him! - and fell unconscious. The witnesses looked at me with frightened eyes. I turned around, left the church without any obstacle, rushed into the wagon and shouted: let’s go!”
Marya Gavrilovna : (screamed) My God! And you don’t know what happened to your poor wife?
Burmin : I don’t know, I don’t know the name of the village where I got married; I don’t remember which station I left from. At that time, I believed so little importance in my criminal prank that, having driven away from the church, I fell asleep, and woke up the next morning, at the third station. The servant who was then with me died on the campaign, so I have no hope of finding the one on whom I played such a cruel joke, and who is now so cruelly avenged.
Marya Gavrilovna : (grabbing his hand) My God, my God! So it was you! And you don't recognize me?
Author : Burmin turned pale... and threw himself at her feet... End.

A tale about Tsar Saltan, about his son, the glorious and mighty hero, Prince Guidon Saltanovich, and about the beautiful Princess Swan. Here he shrunk to a point,
Turned into a mosquito
He flew and squealed,
I caught up with the ship at sea,
Slowly sank
On the ship - and hid in a crack.
The wind makes a cheerful noise,
The ship is running merrily
Past Buyan Island,
To the kingdom of the glorious Saltan,
And the desired country
It's visible from afar.
The guests came ashore;
Tsar Saltan invites them to visit,
And follow them to the palace
Our daredevil has flown.
He sees: all shining in gold,
Tsar Saltan sits in his chamber
On the throne and in the crown
With a sad thought on his face;
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They sit near the king
And they look into his eyes.
Tsar Saltan seats guests
At his table and asks:
"Oh, you, gentlemen, guests,
How long did it take? Where?
Is it good or bad overseas?
And what miracle is there in the world?"
The shipbuilders responded:
“We have traveled all over the world;
Living overseas is not bad,
In the world, here’s a miracle:
The island was steep in the sea,
Not private, not residential;
It lay as an empty plain;
A single oak tree grew on it;
And now it stands on it
New city with a palace,
With golden-domed churches,
With towers and gardens,
And Prince Guidon sits in it;
He sent you his regards."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle;
He says: “As long as I’m alive,
I’ll visit the wonderful island,
I’ll stay with Guidon.”
And the weaver with the cook,
With in-law Babarikha
They don't want to let him in
A wonderful island to visit.
“It’s a curiosity, really,”
Winking at others slyly,
The cook says, -
The city is by the sea!
Know that this is not a trifle:
Spruce in the forest, under the spruce squirrel,
Squirrel sings songs
And he gnaws all the nuts,
And nuts are not simple,
All the shells are golden,
The cores are pure emerald;
That's what they call a miracle."
Tsar Saltan marvels at the miracle,
And the mosquito is angry, angry -
And the mosquito just bit into it
Aunt right in the right eye.
The cook turned pale
She froze and winced.
Servants, in-law and sister
They catch a mosquito with a scream.
"You damned midge!
We you!.." And he through the window
Yes, calm down to your destiny
Flew across the sea.

Nikolay Gogol
Viy.

They approached the church and stepped under its dilapidated wooden vaults, which showed how little the owner of the estate cared about God and his soul. Yavtukh and Dorosh still left, and the philosopher was left alone. Everything was the same. Everything was in the same menacingly familiar form. He stopped for a minute. In the middle, the coffin of the terrible witch still stood motionless. “I won’t be afraid, by God, I won’t be afraid!” - he said and, still drawing a circle around himself, began to recall all his spells. The silence was terrible; the candles fluttered and bathed the entire church in light. The philosopher turned over one sheet, then turned over another and noticed that he was reading something completely different from what was written in the book. With fear, he crossed himself and began to sing. This encouraged him somewhat: the reading went forward, and the sheets flashed by one after another. Suddenly... in the midst of silence... the iron lid of the coffin burst with a crash and a dead man stood up. He was even scarier than the first time. His teeth clashed terribly, row on row, his lips twitched in convulsions, and spells flew, squealing wildly. A whirlwind rose through the church, icons fell to the ground, and broken glass windows flew from top to bottom. The doors broke off their hinges, and an untold force of monsters flew into God's church. A terrible noise from wings and scratching claws filled the entire church. Everything flew and rushed around, looking everywhere for the philosopher.

Khoma lost the last remnant of hops in his head. He just crossed himself and read random prayers. And at the same time he heard how evil spirits rushed around him, almost catching him with the ends of their wings and disgusting tails. He did not have the courage to look at them; I only saw how some huge monster stood across the entire wall with its tangled hair, like in a forest; Two eyes looked terribly through the network of hair, raising their eyebrows slightly upward. Above him, something was held in the air in the form of a huge bubble, with a thousand pincers and scorpion stings stretching out from the middle. The black earth hung on them in clumps. Everyone looked at him, searched for him and could not see him, surrounded by a mysterious circle.

- Bring Viy! follow Viy! – the words of the dead man were heard.

And suddenly there was silence in the church; a wolf howl was heard in the distance, and soon heavy footsteps were heard echoing through the church; Looking sideways, he saw that they were leading some squat, hefty, club-footed man. He was all covered in black earth. His legs and arms covered with earth stood out like stringy, strong roots. He walked heavily, constantly stumbling. Long eyelids were lowered to the ground. Khoma noticed with horror that his face was iron. They brought him by the arms and stood him directly in front of the place where Khoma stood.

- Lift my eyelids: I can’t see! - Viy said in an underground voice - and the whole host rushed to lift his eyelids.

"Don't look!" - some inner voice whispered to the philosopher. He couldn’t bear it and looked.

- Here he is! - Viy shouted and pointed an iron finger at him. And everyone, no matter how many there were, rushed at the philosopher. He fell to the ground lifeless, and the spirit immediately flew out of him out of fear.

A rooster crowed. This was already the second cry; The dwarves heard it first. The frightened spirits rushed, randomly, into the windows and doors in order to fly out as quickly as possible, but that was not the case: they remained there, stuck in the doors and windows. The priest who entered stopped at the sight of such a disgrace of God's shrine and did not dare to serve a requiem mass in such a place. So the church remained forever with monsters stuck in the doors and windows, overgrown with forest, roots, weeds, wild thorns; and no one will find the way to her now.

On the desk:

art is a creative reflection, reproduction of reality in artistic images.
shade - highlight, cast a shadow, make more noticeable.
inexpressible - one that is difficult to convey in words.
harmony - consistency, harmony.
grief - extreme sadness, grief, suffering.

Aphorisms:

“Music is the only art that penetrates the human heart so deeply that it can depict the experiences of these souls.” Stendhal.
“Painting is a serene and silent art, which of necessity appeals to the sight, without having the means to appeal to the ear.” Walter Scott.
“The poet is an artist of words: they are for him what paints are for painting or marble for a sculptor.” Valery Bryusov.

Exhibition of children's drawings.

Reproduction of Raphael's paintings "The Sistine Madonna".

Recording of “Moonlight Sonata” by V. Beethoven.

Goals:

introduce students to the world of sounds and colors, introduce them to the poem by S.P. Shevyrev “Sounds”;
pay attention to the poet’s ability to recreate the characteristics of different types of art in a concise poetic form;
show the impact of different types of art on a person;
strive to cultivate a love of music, poetry, and painting;
develop creative thinking.

During the classes.

I. The teacher's word.

We see, hear, feel everything that surrounds us. Guys, if you were artists, what colors would you use to paint a spring morning? And if you were musicians, what sounds would you hear? And if you were poets, what words would you use to describe a spring morning?

Yes, our world is full of sounds and colors. Listen: music sounds around us and within ourselves: in the waltz of rain streams, the songs of the wind, in the crunching of spring ice.

The world blooms with all the colors of the rainbow when we are happy and loved, the colors fade when we are unhappy and sad.

An artist, poet, composer, as it were, turns on “his inner hearing”, “his inner vision”, expresses his feelings, writes them down in the languages of art, sounds, colors, words.

Guys, today we have an unusual lesson. We begin a journey into the wonderful world of sounds and colors.

Lesson topic: “Three “languages” of art. S.P. Shevyrev. Poem "Sounds".

Open your textbooks to page 172. Let's read the epigraph - the words of the famous sculptor Sergei Konenkov: “Art, like a reliable and faithful guide, leads us to the heights of the human spirit, makes us more vigilant, sensitive and noble.” Do you agree with this statement?

Now let's see what peaks of the human spirit you have reached. For homework, you were given three topics to choose from:

My favorite piece of music.

My favorite writer.

Student messages.

My favorite piece of music.

A melody sounds.

“Moonlight Sonata” by Ludwig van Beethoven is my favorite piece of music.

I was shocked by the story of this composer's unhappy love. Already at the very beginning you feel pain, suffering, mental anguish.

He was about thirty years old, and fate brought him fame, money, fame. Only he lacked love. Can't he want her?

Juliet Guicciardi!

He remembers very well the day when she first came to his house. It seemed that light was emanating from her - as if a month had come out from behind the clouds.

One day, before the end of his lessons with Juliet, Beethoven himself sat down at the piano.

It was the end of winter. Snow flakes were slowly falling outside the window. He began to play, overcome by fear: would she understand him?

The chords could be heard passionate recognition, courage, suffering. She stood nearby, her face glowing. She sat down at the piano without hesitation and did the best she could: she repeated what he had played. He heard his confession again. There was less courage in him, but more tenderness.

One day a thought came to him: You're crazy! Do you believe that Juliet will be given to you! A count's daughter - a musician!

Beethoven spent that night in early June without sleep until sunrise. Then I spent the whole day running around the hills like a madman. The mind already understood, but the heart did not accept the fact that Juliet had left him.

Exhausted, he returned home when it was already getting dark. And again I re-read the lines of her letter. Then he sat down at the piano...

I know that I am languishing in vain.
I know - I love fruitlessly.
Her indifference is clear to me.
My heart is not pleasing to her.
I compose tender songs
And I listen inaccessibly to her,
To her, beloved by all, I know:
My worship is not needed.

He just stretched out his hands to the piano and dropped them helplessly.

Like a landscape illuminated by lightning, a picture of happiness suddenly appeared before him. Last summer! Gone joy!

"Moonlight Sonata" is my favorite piece of music.

My favorite piece of painting.

I love painting. I like many paintings by different artists, but my favorite is Raphael.

Raphael... For more than five centuries now, this name has been perceived as a certain ideal of harmony and perfection. Generations change, artistic styles change, but the admiration for the great master of the Renaissance will remain the same. This is probably the only artist who tries to talk to everyone about something carefully and intimately, about generosity and purity, about the fragility of beauty and harmony. Raphael painted many paintings, one of them is the Sistine Madonna. This picture is admired by every person in the world. The peculiarity of this painting is frozen movement, without which it is difficult to create the impression of life in painting. Madonna descends to the ground, but she is in no hurry to complete her action, she has stopped and only the position of her legs shows that she has just taken a step. But the main movement in the picture is expressed not in the movement of the legs, but in the folds of clothing. The movement of the Madonna’s figure is enhanced by the folded cloak at her feet and the billowing veil over her head, and therefore it seems that the Madonna is not walking, but hovering above the clouds.

What struck me most was how skillfully Raphael depicted the girl’s face, delicate facial features, small tender lips, large brown eyes. Madonna and her son look in the same direction, but in the baby’s gaze there is a childish intelligence, either fear or anxiety. The Madonna's gaze is radiant, her eyes glow with tenderness and kindness. There is a shy smile on Madonna's lips.

Probably, Raphael is the only artist whose works touch and delight different people, be it a famous painter, a famous writer, an art critic, or a simple person who understands little about art.

My favorite piece.

An expressive reading of a short fragment from Jules Verne’s novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

My favorite work is Jules Verne's novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

When you read this novel, you imagine the events described in reality, as if you were present there yourself, although we know that Jules Verne is a science fiction writer. He built his fantasies on a scientific basis. The contract he signed with his publisher said “novels of a new type.” This is how the genre of his works was determined.

The novel “The Children of Captain Grant” tells how on the ship “Duncan” Lord Glenarvan and his wife Helen went in search of Captain Grant, his children and their friends. The Britannia was shipwrecked off the coast of Patagonia. Captain Grant and the two surviving sailors wrote a note for help, sealed it in a bottle and threw it into the sea. It so happened that the shark swallowed the bottle, and was soon caught by the sailors of the Duncan. The bottle was removed from the shark's ripped open belly. This is how everyone learned about the fate of Britannia.

Quite unexpectedly, the secretary of the geographical society, Paganel, who happened to be on the ship, joins the search.

The travelers went through difficult trials: crossing the Alps, an earthquake, the disappearance of Robert, his abduction by a condor, an attack by red wolves, a flood, a tornado and much more. The heroes of the book are noble, literate and educated people. Thanks to their knowledge, ingenuity and ingenuity, they overcome various challenges with honor.

For example, if you remember what awaited travelers when they decided to spend the night on an omba, a huge tree. Ball lightning exploded at the end of a horizontal branch and the tree caught fire. They could not rush into the water, because a flock of caimans, American alligators, had gathered in it. In addition, a huge tornado was approaching them. As a result, the tree fell into the water and rushed downstream. Only about three o'clock in the morning the unfortunate people washed up on the ground.

I was delighted by Captain Grant's son, Robert, a twelve-year-old boy. He proved himself to be a fearless, brave and inquisitive traveler. When Captain Grant was finally found, he was told about his son's exploits, and he could be proud of him.

The book "Captain Grant's Children" makes you think about life. After reading it, you understand that you cannot live without friendship. Thanks to unity and courage, the heroes of the novel achieved their goal. They were all different people, but they knew how to understand each other.

The book is very exciting. Easy to read. I would advise everyone to read it.

“Captain Grant's Children” is my every work.

Guys, have you noticed that the path to understanding art is to recognize yourself and your experiences in an artistic image, because... A work of art is always an expression of the author’s feelings. As in Bulat Okudzhava’s song:

Everyone writes as he hears
Everyone can hear him breathing
As he breathes, so he writes,
Not trying to please.

This is exactly how the creative process happens.

Today we heard for the first time the name of the 19th century poet Stepan Petrovich Shevyrev. Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet himself. A student from our class interviews him.

Now let's turn to the poem. Let's read this poem expressively.

Make up two questions about this poem: reproductive and developmental.

Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet before class. What would you ask him? Role-play the conversation.

The first stanza is a kind of introduction before the full disclosure of the meaning of the work. It talks about the Almighty, who disposes of us. He sent us three languages to express the holy feelings of the soul. The author says that the one who received from Him both the soul of an angel and the gift of art is very happy.

The second stanza reveals to us one of the languages that the Almighty sent us. This language speaks in colors. It is not difficult to guess that this is painting. Painting affects our consciousness. She captivates our eyes. Isn’t it a miracle that in two-dimensional space on canvas, on cardboard, on paper of different, even the smallest, sizes, the most complex scenes are played out before us: these are battles, meetings and disputes of people, communication between man and deities, wide panoramas of the steppes are revealed , sea spaces. Pay attention to the exhibition of children's drawings. Looking at a painting, we involuntarily think about what the artist was thinking about when he painted this picture. It’s as if the image of the painter is revealed before us, and it seems to us that we know everything about the artist. But Stepan Shevyrev talks about something completely different. Yes, the painting bears the stamp of the painter’s personality, his attitude to the world. But, according to the author himself, this language will highlight all the lovely features, but it will not be able to fully tell about the artist’s inner world, about what is going on in his soul, his heart.

He will highlight all the cute features,
Will remind you of an object loved by your soul,
But he will keep silent about the hearts of beauty,
He will not express his inexpressible soul.

Another language is speech full of expressiveness, imagery and emotionality. This language speaks in words. And it is thanks to them that speech becomes special, unique.

A word heard, read, spoken out loud or silently allows you to look into life and see the reflection of life in the word. Almost every word evokes certain ideas, thoughts, feelings, and images in our minds. Even the simplest commonly used word, if you suddenly think about its meaning, often seems mysterious and difficult to define. A word is more than a simple sign or symbol. It's a magnet! It is filled with the idea that it expresses. It is alive with the power of this idea. But sometimes there are situations when words are not enough to express all the feelings and emotions that overwhelm our inner world.

Another language with which we can express our thoughts and feelings is music. The author speaks of this language as something lofty that can touch us to tears. These sweet sounds, in which both the joy of heaven and the sorrow of the soul, penetrate into our inner world, making us think about all the sad and happy moments of our life. The voice of music goes straight to the heart.

2. How do different types of art affect a person? Read the aphorisms of wise people. Explain which one you accept. (About music: we listen to music. Don’t be surprised. The hall is full. The chandelier sparkles. On the stage, a musician plays the violin. The sounds are now abrupt, now drawn-out, flow from under the bow, intertwine, scatter in splashes. Sometimes joyfully, sometimes sadly they form into melody. The violin cries - and our hearts involuntarily clench. We are sad. But then bright chords began to sound. The concert is over. What made us experience so much excitement, so many varied feelings? Sounds. From sounds a melody arises, music is born. This is closer to me. About painting: this language can influence a person without words: with picturesque paintings or landscapes. About the word: each word evokes in our minds a certain idea, thoughts, feelings, images. With a word you can kill, with a word you can save, with a word you can lead shelves. The word is great power. With the help of words you can accomplish great things. From student responses.)

Name the leitmotif words (a repeatedly repeated element that serves to highlight a certain aspect of an artistic idea).
Soul – heart – feelings. What meaning does the author give to these words?
Why did the poet call the poem “Sounds”?
Can you think of another name?
What is the meaning of the subtitle? (K.N.N)
Which lines are addressed directly to K.N.N?
Do you agree with the poet who prefers music to painting and literature?
What lines do you remember?

What did we learn in the lesson?

What was the main thing?

What was interesting?

What new will we learn today?

Different types of art do not exist on their own; they constantly interact with each other. Their power over time and space is great. Composers write operas based on the works of prose writers and poets. Artists create paintings based on literary works. Writers talk about the lives of painters and musicians, making them the heroes of their works. Music breaks into poetry. As Paustovsky said, “we need everything that enriches a person’s inner world.”

Dear guys, I thank you for your sympathetic hearts. It is the “three languages” of art that perform the miracle. Some of you love to read poetry, others admire painting and create magnificent pictures themselves with the help of paints, while others enthusiastically listen to music and sing songs with inspiration. This wonderful, amazing world of melodies and songs, enchanting sounds was revealed to you by a wise wizard. Let this music of childhood be with you always.

Guys, let's finish our lesson with our favorite song.

This is the music of childhood.

There is a wonderful thing in the world,
Amazing world -
The world of melodies and songs
The broadcast worries...
A world of enchanting sounds
We were spinning again...
This is a wise wizard
He opened it for us.

To us, to you, to everyone
A generous inheritance for the soul,
To us, to you, to everyone
This symphony of childhood!
Let the years fly by
Will always be with us
This music of childhood
Always in the heart...

There is a melody of the sky
And rain and birches,
There is a melody of the sun
And seas and dreams.
In the light hubbub of birds,
In the light rustle of wings.
We are a maestro-wizard
He gave it...

Words by A. Anufriev, music by J. Eisenberg.

Homework:

1. page 174 – title, make an outline;

2. memorize your favorite lines;

3. find the paths in the poem.

On the desk:

art is a creative reflection, reproduction of reality in artistic images.
shade - highlight, cast a shadow, make more noticeable.
inexpressible - one that is difficult to convey in words.
harmony - consistency, harmony.
grief - extreme sadness, grief, suffering.

Aphorisms:

“Music is the only art that penetrates the human heart so deeply that it can depict the experiences of these souls.” Stendhal.
“Painting is a serene and silent art, which of necessity appeals to the sight, without having the means to appeal to the ear.” Walter Scott.
“The poet is an artist of words: they are for him what paints are for painting or marble for a sculptor.” Valery Bryusov.

Exhibition of children's drawings.

Reproduction of Raphael's paintings "The Sistine Madonna".

Recording of “Moonlight Sonata” by V. Beethoven.

Goals:

introduce students to the world of sounds and colors, introduce them to the poem by S.P. Shevyrev “Sounds”;
pay attention to the poet’s ability to recreate the characteristics of different types of art in a concise poetic form;
show the impact of different types of art on a person;
strive to cultivate a love of music, poetry, and painting;
develop creative thinking.

During the classes.

I. The teacher's word.

Yes, our world is full of sounds and colors. Listen: music sounds around us and within ourselves: in the waltz of rain streams, the songs of the wind, in the crunching of spring ice.

The world blooms with all the colors of the rainbow when we are happy and loved, the colors fade when we are unhappy and sad.

An artist, poet, composer, as it were, turns on “his inner hearing”, “his inner vision”, expresses his feelings, writes them down in the languages of art, sounds, colors, words.

Guys, today we have an unusual lesson. We begin a journey into the wonderful world of sounds and colors.

Lesson topic: “Three “languages” of art. S.P. Shevyrev. Poem "Sounds".

Now let's see what peaks of the human spirit you have reached. For homework, you were given three topics to choose from:

My favorite piece of music.

My favorite writer.

Student messages.

My favorite piece of music.

A melody sounds.

“Moonlight Sonata” by Ludwig van Beethoven is my favorite piece of music.

I was shocked by the story of this composer's unhappy love. Already at the very beginning you feel pain, suffering, mental anguish.

He was about thirty years old, and fate brought him fame, money, fame. Only he lacked love. Can't he want her?

Juliet Guicciardi!

He remembers very well the day when she first came to his house. It seemed that light was emanating from her - as if a month had come out from behind the clouds.

One day, before the end of his lessons with Juliet, Beethoven himself sat down at the piano.

It was the end of winter. Snow flakes were slowly falling outside the window. He began to play, overcome by fear: would she understand him?

One day a thought came to him: You're crazy! Do you believe that Juliet will be given to you! A count's daughter - a musician!

Exhausted, he returned home when it was already getting dark. And again I re-read the lines of her letter. Then he sat down at the piano...

I know that I am languishing in vain.
I know - I love fruitlessly.
Her indifference is clear to me.
My heart is not pleasing to her.
I compose tender songs
And I listen inaccessibly to her,
To her, beloved by all, I know:
My worship is not needed.

He just stretched out his hands to the piano and dropped them helplessly.

Like a landscape illuminated by lightning, a picture of happiness suddenly appeared before him. Last summer! Gone joy!

"Moonlight Sonata" is my favorite piece of music.

My favorite piece of painting.

I love painting. I like many paintings by different artists, but my favorite is Raphael.

Probably, Raphael is the only artist whose works touch and delight different people, be it a famous painter, a famous writer, an art critic, or a simple person who understands little about art.

My favorite piece.

An expressive reading of a short fragment from Jules Verne’s novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

My favorite work is Jules Verne's novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

Quite unexpectedly, the secretary of the geographical society, Paganel, who happened to be on the ship, joins the search.

The book is very exciting. Easy to read. I would advise everyone to read it.

“Captain Grant's Children” is my every work.

Everyone writes as he hears
Everyone can hear him breathing
As he breathes, so he writes,
Not trying to please.

This is exactly how the creative process happens.

Today we heard for the first time the name of the 19th century poet Stepan Petrovich Shevyrev. Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet himself. A student from our class interviews him.

Now let's turn to the poem. Let's read this poem expressively.

Make up two questions about this poem: reproductive and developmental.

Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet before class. What would you ask him? Role-play the conversation.

He will highlight all the cute features,
Will remind you of an object loved by your soul,
But he will keep silent about the hearts of beauty,
He will not express his inexpressible soul.

Another language is speech full of expressiveness, imagery and emotionality. This language speaks in words. And it is thanks to them that speech becomes special, unique.

Name the leitmotif words (a repeatedly repeated element that serves to highlight a certain aspect of an artistic idea).
Soul – heart – feelings. What meaning does the author give to these words?
Why did the poet call the poem “Sounds”?
Can you think of another name?
What is the meaning of the subtitle? (K.N.N)
Which lines are addressed directly to K.N.N?
Do you agree with the poet who prefers music to painting and literature?
What lines do you remember?

What did we learn in the lesson?

What was the main thing?

What was interesting?

What new will we learn today?

Guys, let's finish our lesson with our favorite song.

This is the music of childhood.

There is a wonderful thing in the world,
Amazing world -
The world of melodies and songs
The broadcast worries...
A world of enchanting sounds
We were spinning again...
This is a wise wizard
He opened it for us.

To us, to you, to everyone
A generous inheritance for the soul,
To us, to you, to everyone
This symphony of childhood!
Let the years fly by
Will always be with us
This music of childhood
Always in the heart...

There is a melody of the sky
And rain and birches,
There is a melody of the sun
And seas and dreams.
In the light hubbub of birds,
In the light rustle of wings.
We are a maestro-wizard
He gave it...

Words by A. Anufriev, music by J. Eisenberg.

Homework:

1. page 174 – title, make an outline;

2. memorize your favorite lines;

3. find the paths in the poem.

In the modern world, it is difficult to imagine a person who does not have a favorite genre of music, favorite song or artist. Among the many musical genres, I single out rock. Often, when meeting a person, one of the main questions is preferences in music, which is why you can already make some guesses about the character of the interlocutor himself.

For me, music is of no small importance in life; thanks to my favorite performers, I can take my mind off problems, remember good moments, get inspired and dream. In fact, I can call myself a music lover, since I listen to a lot of things, but my main focus is rock. Many people know the group The Beatles; they became my discovery in the world of rock music, and later the reason to go to music school. I started playing the guitar, following my idols, and began to delve more deeply into the world of music and its history.

I myself admire creative people, it doesn’t matter what kind of music you play, the main thing is that you do what you love and give joy to others. I mostly prefer rock from when my parents were little. Of course, there are more possibilities now, but this does not mean that the lyrics and music are filled with quality. As was said earlier, in addition to rock, I can listen to other styles, for me the only important thing is quality and meaning. Unfortunately, lately it is not often possible to find music that is ideal in all respects.

Often, today's musicians become popular due to shocking performances and beautiful shows. But for me, as a person who has been studying the history of music for a long time, this is not acceptable. Therefore, I try to follow quality performers, as well as instill a love for music in the people who surround me.

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I am a real fan of modern music. My favorite genres include pop, rock and rap. It would seem that such a difference in genres is strange, but in fact it all depends on the mood. In each of these categories, I have favorite artists that I follow. Since I do modern dancing, I mostly listen to fast foreign pop music, it’s very catchy, energetic, I immediately want to dance. This kind of music helps improve your mood, wake up in the morning or do something.

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Essay on musical literature on the topic

"My favorite composer"

4th grade student

visiting class Kamyshlovsky

Mochalova Ivana

My favorite composer is Ludwig van Beethoven, a brilliant German musician, a representative of the Viennese classical school.

The composer received his initial musical education under the guidance of his father. Then, moving in 1792 to the capital of European musical art, Vienna, he became one of the most fashionable pianists at the end of the 18th century.

The early period of Beethoven’s work was marked by the appearance of a number of sonatas, including the famous “Pathetique” and the so-called “Lunar”, as well as a number of chamber ensemble works. Having once listened to the “Moonlight” sonata in a musical literature lesson, I was deeply impressed. This is still one of my favorite Beethoven compositions.

In the late 1700s, the composer began to develop progressive deafness. However, he managed to overcome the mental crisis and continued to create. The works of the early 19th century are permeated with dramatic and heroic motifs. Among them, I especially like “Appassionata,” which, being carried away by Beethoven’s work, I listened to at home.

In the work of late Beethoven, a wealth of contrasts again comes to the fore. He writes dramatic and jubilant, lyrical and prayerful music, harmoniously combining classical traditions and modern style.

One of Beethoven's greatest contributions to the development of classical music was that he pioneered the synthesis of the symphonic and oratorio genres, as clearly evidenced by his ninth symphony.

I admire the works of Ludwig van Beethoven and his character - courage, determination, efficiency. His brilliant creations have entered the treasury of world culture and still continue to excite the hearts of millions of people.

Rylsk, 2016

“Music inspires the whole world, supplies the soul with wings, promotes the flight of imagination; music gives life and joy to everything that exists... It can be called the embodiment of everything beautiful and everything sublime.”

What is music? Different peoples, different countries, different languages talk about music as a great secret. And one cannot but agree with this. Having a strong impact on a person’s inner world, it can bring pleasure or, on the contrary, cause strong mental anxiety, encourage listeners to think and open up previously unknown aspects of life. It is music that is given the ability to express feelings so complex that they are sometimes impossible to describe in words.
For me personally, music is something limitless, alluring, full of secrets and mysteries. This is the most magnificent art of my life! This is a world of fantasy and deep feelings.

My interest in music began to manifest itself in early childhood. When guests came to us, I really enjoyed performing in front of them at any holidays, singing my favorite songs to them.

Soon I started going to music school to study piano. Every day brought me joy. It seemed as if I was in some kind of fairy tale. The very first success at music school was “Clowns” by D.B. Kabalevsky, in which the composer, using musical colors, paints us two clowns - a cheerful one and a sad one. This is a small piece that I played at a concert for the first time in my life. I remember how I entered the hall. How beautifully the light fell from the large chandelier onto the white keys of the piano! I performed the piece and heard loud applause from the audience. It was such a great delight for me! Then I performed at concerts many more times, but this one was one that I will remember for the rest of my life!
Music plays an important role in my life. When I feel sad, I turn on some funny and popular song, quietly start humming it, and my mood improves in just a few minutes.

My taste changed along with age, today I liked pop music, and tomorrow rock - a genre that combines elements of pop music and rock music. Sometimes I listened to reggae when I was in the mood. And all the time it seemed to me that without music my world would be imperfect.

I have a lot of favorite works. One of them is “Libertango” by Astor Piazzolla.

Astor Piazzola is an Argentine musician and composer, born in the city of Mar del Plata. He not only studied music, but was also interested in acting. In his youth, Astor starred in a cameo role in the film “The Day You Love Me.” He wrote his “Libertango - “Tango of Freedom” in 1974. These are orchestral variations on a very short musical theme. The musicians perform it on different instruments, resulting in a very long and very bright, endless improvisation. When I listen to this music, I imagine the Argentine dance “Tango” - bright, passionate, spectacular.
I also really like the work “Love” by O. Toussaint and Paul de Senneville. Playing it on the piano, I am distracted from various difficulties and problems and immerse myself in this charming, bewitching melody.
Listening to music and feeling every shade of it is wonderful. Music makes us better and kinder. It seems to me that music is everywhere where the human soul lives, you just need to hear it.

The wind sings barely audibly,

Linden sighs by the garden...

Sensitive music lives everywhere -

In the rustle of grass,

In the noise of the oak forests -

You just need to listen...

Vadim Semernin

There are many areas of music: classical, rock, jazz and others. In my opinion, the most difficult area of professional musical art is classical music, which is often called academic music. It is quite difficult to perform, because you need to convey all the author’s ideas and convey the main idea.

Classical music is an art that opens up a whole world of passions and emotions, high feelings and noble impulses. It makes people spiritually rich and paints life with new and bright colors.

Talented musicians, like no one else, are able to express in music sadness and joy, bright dreams and disappointment, the vagaries of nature or the experiences typical of lovers. If you add words to a good melody, you get a work that captures the hearts of a huge number of people, it is remembered for a long time and listened to again and again, until every word and every sound takes on a new meaning. That's why I just adore the classics. But music cannot exist without an author, a composer. And if we love music, then everyone probably has a favorite composer. Such a composer for me is Georgy Vasilyevich Sviridov. He is my fellow countryman, because he was born in the city of Fatezh, Kursk region. This is very close to my hometown of Rylsk, where I was born and live. I first became acquainted with the work of G.V. Sviridov while learning the play “The Sorcerer”. The work made a very strong impression on me. Before us stands the image of an evil, grumpy creature who brews his love potion and mutters spells under his breath, and then rushes through fields and forests. All this is conveyed very expressively by the music.

I listened to a lot of Georgy Vasilyevich’s works in music literature classes and at home. Among them are “Kursk Songs”, the poem “In Memory of Sergei Yesenin”, musical illustrations for the film “Blizzard”, “Pathetic Oratorio” and a number of others. The music for Mikhail Schweitzer’s film “Time Forward!”, which tells about the construction of Magnitogorsk, made the strongest impression on me. Every person has heard it many times in his life, but few of today’s youth know that it was G.V. Sviridov who wrote it.

It is difficult to convey the emotions that I experienced upon recognizing the author of the famous screensaver for the “Time” program. I know that this particular work was used in the staging of the opening ceremony of the XXII Winter Olympic Games in Sochi.

On December 16, 2015, the 100th anniversary of the birth of Georgy Vasilyevich Sviridov was celebrated. The composer received national recognition and love from his viewers and listeners. During his creative life, the composer was awarded many prestigious awards and entered the history of music as the Greatest Composer of our time.

The work of Rachmaninov is of great interest to me. Sergei Vasilyevich Rachmaninov is a brilliant composer, an outstanding virtuoso pianist and conductor, whose name has become a symbol of Russian national and world musical culture. He was born into a noble family. Lived near Novgorod. Rachmaninov's musical abilities manifested themselves in early childhood. His first piano lessons were given to him by his mother. Then music teacher A.D. Ornatskaya was invited, thanks to whom in the fall of 1882 Rachmaninov entered the junior department of the St. Petersburg Conservatory in the class of V.V. Demyansky. Education went poorly, as Rachmaninov often skipped classes, so at the family council it was decided to transfer the boy to Moscow, and in the fall of 1885 he was accepted into the third year of the junior department of the Moscow Conservatory under Professor N.S. Zverev. Nikolai Sergeevich Zverev's students lived in his house for free. He fed them, clothed them, taught them, took them to theaters, museums, concerts, took them to the dacha in the summer and even to the Crimea. Rachmaninov entered Zverev’s house as a twelve-year-old boy and left as a sixteen-year-old musician. While in the house of his teacher, Sergei Vasilyevich Rachmaninov received an invaluable life and professional school. At the age of 19, Rachmaninov graduated from the conservatory as a pianist and composer with a large gold medal.

The work of Sergei Vasilyevich Rachmaninov is extremely multifaceted, his legacy includes various genres, but piano music occupies a special place in it. He wrote his best works for his favorite instrument, the piano. Among them: 24 preludes, 15 etudes-pictures, 4 concertos for piano and orchestra, “Rhapsody on a Theme of Paganini” for piano and orchestra and a number of others.

I listen to the works of S. V. Rachmaninov, because the music in them is filled with love for the Motherland, Russian nature; she is majestic, spiritual, soulful. I especially like the famous “Bell” “Prelude in C sharp minor” for piano and the Symphonic Fantasy “Cliff”. Listening to the music of Fantasia, I invent a fairy tale and I really like to imagine more and more new images.

Music is the most important part of my life. It is closely connected with my memories, dreams, desires - the most intimate part of the life of my soul. This is why music is so dear to me, and I am sure that it will accompany me throughout my life. I would like to finish my essay with the wonderful words of the great musician, composer D. D. Shostakovich: “Love and study the great art of music: it will open up to you a whole world of high feelings, passions, thoughts. It will make you spiritually richer, purer, more perfect. Thanks to music, you will find new strengths in yourself that were previously unknown to you. You will see life in new colors."

Bibliography:

1. Alfeevskaya G. History of Russian music of the twentieth century: S.S. Prokofiev, D.D. Shostakovich, G.V. Sviridov, A.G. Schnittke, R.K. Shchedrin. M., 2009. P. 24. 2. Vysotskaya L.N. History of musical art: Textbook / Compiled by: L.N. Vysotskaya, V.V. Amosova. - Vladimir: Vladim Publishing House. state Univ., 2012. 3. Rachmaninov S.V. Biographies and memoirs. M., 2010. 4. Sviridov G.V. Music as fate / Comp., author's foreword. and comment. A.S. Belonenko. M., Mol. Guard, 2002.

Music is everywhere in the modern world. There are so many different musical styles around: pop, rap, alternative, rock, disco, techno, drum and bass and, of course, the immortal classics. Different people like different music depending on their tastes and preferences.

Scientists say that by knowing a person’s musical preferences, one can determine his character. I agree with this statement, because I think that music can show nature and soul. For example, they believe that people who listen to rock music are smart and reasonable.

Concerning

Me, then I love listening to “The Mill”. This group sings in folk rock style. Their repertoire includes many Varangian, Scandinavian, English and many other ballads. I like this group because of the unusual music and good lyrics. Each of their songs has a deep meaning and represents a whole story. Using music, they create a magical world populated by knights, Vikings, Valkyries and many magical creatures. In addition, their soloist has an extraordinary voice; it seems to me that such talent is born extremely rarely.

I admire people who can create their own music. Unfortunately, I am deprived of such talent. In my

Understanding, such people can show feelings, paint pictures with the help of their songs. They are able to make the listener laugh or cry, think about the important and eternal.

It is important that the music is of high quality. I don't like it when it doesn't carry any meaning other than primitive instincts. Unfortunately, a lot of modern pop music has gone down this path.

I think you can’t live without music, it’s everywhere. I always listen to music, regardless of my mood. She often helps me in everyday life. Boring housework becomes easier and more fun with a good music track. And a long journey is brightened up by the presence of your favorite band. One modern poet wrote: “The world would be meaninglessly small without songs” - and I completely agree with him on this.

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Most modern parents whose children are in school ask the question: why write compositions in a music lesson? Even if it is an essay based on a piece of music! Absolutely fair doubt! After all, 10-15 years ago, a music lesson involved not only singing, notation, but also listening to music (if the teacher had the technical capabilities for this).

A modern music lesson is needed not only to teach a child to sing correctly and know notes, but also to feel, understand, and analyze what he hears. To correctly describe music, it is necessary to work out several important points. But more on that later, but first, an example of an essay based on a piece of music.

Essay by a 4th grade student

Of all the musical works, W.A. Mozart’s play “Rondo in Turkish Style” left the greatest impression on my soul.

The piece begins immediately at a fast tempo, the sound of violins can be heard. I imagine two puppies running from different directions towards the same tasty bone.

In the second part of Rondo, the music becomes more solemn, loud percussion instruments are heard. Some points are repeated. It looks like puppies, having grabbed a bone with their teeth, begin to pull it, each for themselves.

The final part of the piece is very melodic and lyrical. You can hear the piano keys moving. And my imaginary puppies stopped quarreling and calmly lay down on the grass, bellies up.

I really liked this work because it is like a small story - interesting and unusual.

How to write an essay on a piece of music?

Preparing to write an essay

Listening to music. You cannot write an essay on a piece of music if you do not listen to it at least 2-3 times.
Thinking about what you heard. After the last sounds have died down, you need to sit in silence for a while, recording in your memory all the stages of the work, putting everything “on the shelves.”
It is necessary to define the general one.
Planning. An essay must have an introduction, a main part and a conclusion. In the introduction, you can write about what work was listened to, a few words about the composer.
The main part of the essay on a piece of music will be based entirely on the piece itself.
When drawing up a plan, it is very important to make notes for yourself about how the music begins, what instruments are heard, whether the sound is quiet or loud, what is heard in the middle, what is the ending.
In the last paragraph, it is very important to convey your feelings and emotions about what you listened to.

Writing an essay on a piece of music - how many words should there be?

In both first and second grade, children talk about music orally. From the third grade you can already start putting your thoughts on paper. In grades 3-4, the essay should be from 40 to 60 words. Students in grades 5-6 have a larger vocabulary and can write about 90 words. And the extensive experience of seventh and eighth graders will allow them to describe the play in 100-120 words.

An essay on a piece of music should be divided into several paragraphs according to its meaning. It is advisable not to build too large sentences so as not to get confused with punctuation marks.

On the desk:

art is a creative reflection, reproduction of reality in artistic images.
shade - highlight, cast a shadow, make more noticeable.
inexpressible - one that is difficult to convey in words.
harmony - consistency, harmony.
grief - extreme sadness, grief, suffering.

Aphorisms:

“Music is the only art that penetrates the human heart so deeply that it can depict the experiences of these souls.” Stendhal.
“Painting is a serene and silent art, which of necessity appeals to the sight, without having the means to appeal to the ear.” Walter Scott.
“The poet is an artist of words: they are for him what paints are for painting or marble for a sculptor.” Valery Bryusov.

Exhibition of children's drawings.

Reproduction of Raphael's paintings "The Sistine Madonna".

Recording of “Moonlight Sonata” by V. Beethoven.

Goals:

introduce students to the world of sounds and colors, introduce them to the poem by S.P. Shevyrev “Sounds”;
pay attention to the poet’s ability to recreate the characteristics of different types of art in a concise poetic form;
show the impact of different types of art on a person;
strive to cultivate a love of music, poetry, and painting;
develop creative thinking.

During the classes.

I. The teacher's word.

Yes, our world is full of sounds and colors. Listen: music sounds around us and within ourselves: in the waltz of rain streams, the songs of the wind, in the crunching of spring ice.

The world blooms with all the colors of the rainbow when we are happy and loved, the colors fade when we are unhappy and sad.

An artist, poet, composer, as it were, turns on “his inner hearing”, “his inner vision”, expresses his feelings, writes them down in the languages of art, sounds, colors, words.

Guys, today we have an unusual lesson. We begin a journey into the wonderful world of sounds and colors.

Lesson topic: “Three “languages” of art. S.P. Shevyrev. Poem "Sounds".

Now let's see what peaks of the human spirit you have reached. For homework, you were given three topics to choose from:

My favorite piece of music.

My favorite writer.

Student messages.

My favorite piece of music.

A melody sounds.

“Moonlight Sonata” by Ludwig van Beethoven is my favorite piece of music.

I was shocked by the story of this composer's unhappy love. Already at the very beginning you feel pain, suffering, mental anguish.

He was about thirty years old, and fate brought him fame, money, fame. Only he lacked love. Can't he want her?

Juliet Guicciardi!

He remembers very well the day when she first came to his house. It seemed that light was emanating from her - as if a month had come out from behind the clouds.

One day, before the end of his lessons with Juliet, Beethoven himself sat down at the piano.

It was the end of winter. Snow flakes were slowly falling outside the window. He began to play, overcome by fear: would she understand him?

One day a thought came to him: You're crazy! Do you believe that Juliet will be given to you! A count's daughter - a musician!

Exhausted, he returned home when it was already getting dark. And again I re-read the lines of her letter. Then he sat down at the piano...

I know that I am languishing in vain.
I know - I love fruitlessly.
Her indifference is clear to me.
My heart is not pleasing to her.
I compose tender songs
And I listen inaccessibly to her,
To her, beloved by all, I know:
My worship is not needed.

He just stretched out his hands to the piano and dropped them helplessly.

Like a landscape illuminated by lightning, a picture of happiness suddenly appeared before him. Last summer! Gone joy!

"Moonlight Sonata" is my favorite piece of music.

My favorite piece of painting.

I love painting. I like many paintings by different artists, but my favorite is Raphael.

Probably, Raphael is the only artist whose works touch and delight different people, be it a famous painter, a famous writer, an art critic, or a simple person who understands little about art.

My favorite piece.

An expressive reading of a short fragment from Jules Verne’s novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

My favorite work is Jules Verne's novel “The Children of Captain Grant.”

Quite unexpectedly, the secretary of the geographical society, Paganel, who happened to be on the ship, joins the search.

The book is very exciting. Easy to read. I would advise everyone to read it.

“Captain Grant's Children” is my every work.

Everyone writes as he hears
Everyone can hear him breathing
As he breathes, so he writes,
Not trying to please.

This is exactly how the creative process happens.

Today we heard for the first time the name of the 19th century poet Stepan Petrovich Shevyrev. Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet himself. A student from our class interviews him.

Now let's turn to the poem. Let's read this poem expressively.

Make up two questions about this poem: reproductive and developmental.

Imagine: we had the opportunity to meet the poet before class. What would you ask him? Role-play the conversation.

He will highlight all the cute features,
Will remind you of an object loved by your soul,
But he will keep silent about the hearts of beauty,
He will not express his inexpressible soul.

Another language is speech full of expressiveness, imagery and emotionality. This language speaks in words. And it is thanks to them that speech becomes special, unique.

Name the leitmotif words (a repeatedly repeated element that serves to highlight a certain aspect of an artistic idea).
Soul – heart – feelings. What meaning does the author give to these words?
Why did the poet call the poem “Sounds”?
Can you think of another name?
What is the meaning of the subtitle? (K.N.N)
Which lines are addressed directly to K.N.N?
Do you agree with the poet who prefers music to painting and literature?
What lines do you remember?

What did we learn in the lesson?

What was the main thing?

What was interesting?

What new will we learn today?

Guys, let's finish our lesson with our favorite song.

This is the music of childhood.

There is a wonderful thing in the world,
Amazing world -
The world of melodies and songs
The broadcast worries...
A world of enchanting sounds
We were spinning again...
This is a wise wizard
He opened it for us.

To us, to you, to everyone
A generous inheritance for the soul,
To us, to you, to everyone
This symphony of childhood!
Let the years fly by
Will always be with us
This music of childhood
Always in the heart...

There is a melody of the sky
And rain and birches,
There is a melody of the sun
And seas and dreams.
In the light hubbub of birds,
In the light rustle of wings.
We are a maestro-wizard
He gave it...

Words by A. Anufriev, music by J. Eisenberg.

Homework:

1. page 174 – title, make an outline;

2. memorize your favorite lines;

3. find the paths in the poem.

Rylsk, 2016

My interest in music began to manifest itself in early childhood. When guests came to us, I really enjoyed performing in front of them at any holidays, singing my favorite songs to them.

I have a lot of favorite works. One of them is “Libertango” by Astor Piazzolla.

The wind sings barely audibly,

Linden sighs by the garden...

Sensitive music lives everywhere -

In the rustle of grass,

In the noise of the oak forests -

You just need to listen...

Vadim Semernin

Classical music is an art that opens up a whole world of passions and emotions, high feelings and noble impulses. It makes people spiritually rich and paints life with new and bright colors.

Bibliography:

(Painting by Maksimyuk Ivan. Evening Blues)

Essay by a 4th grade student

Of all the musical works, W.A. Mozart’s play “Rondo in Turkish Style” left the greatest impression on my soul.

The piece begins immediately at a fast tempo, the sound of violins can be heard. I imagine two puppies running from different directions towards the same tasty bone.

In the second part of Rondo, the music becomes more solemn, loud percussion instruments are heard. Some points are repeated. It looks like puppies, having grabbed a bone with their teeth, begin to pull it, each for themselves.

The final part of the piece is very melodic and lyrical. You can hear the piano keys moving. And my imaginary puppies stopped quarreling and calmly lay down on the grass, bellies up.

I really liked this work because it is like a small story - interesting and unusual.

How to write an essay on a piece of music?

Preparing to write an essay

Listening to music. You cannot write an essay on a piece of music if you do not listen to it at least 2-3 times.
Thinking about what you heard. After the last sounds have died down, you need to sit in silence for a while, recording in your memory all the stages of the work, putting everything “on the shelves.”
It is necessary to define the general one.
Planning. An essay must have an introduction, a main part and a conclusion. In the introduction, you can write about what work was listened to, a few words about the composer.
The main part of the essay on a piece of music will be based entirely on the piece itself.
When drawing up a plan, it is very important to make notes for yourself about how the music begins, what instruments are heard, whether the sound is quiet or loud, what is heard in the middle, what is the ending.
In the last paragraph, it is very important to convey your feelings and emotions about what you listened to.

Writing an essay on a piece of music - how many words should there be?

An essay on a piece of music should be divided into several paragraphs according to its meaning. It is advisable not to build too large sentences so as not to get confused with punctuation marks.