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Four artists. Author: Georgy Skrebitsky

Four wizard-painters somehow came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; They got together and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as the judge: “It lives high in the sky, it has seen many wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”

Sunny agreed to be a judge. The painters got to work. The first to volunteer to paint a picture was Zimushka-Winter.

“Only Sunny shouldn’t look at my work,” she decided. “She shouldn’t see it until I finish.”

Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me.

The fields and hills turned white. Thin ice the river covered itself, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.

Winter walks through the mountains, through the valleys, walking in large soft felt boots, stepping quietly, inaudibly. And she looks around - here and there her a magical picture will correct.

Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster wind took it and blew it away white hat. I need to put it on again. And over there a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: in the white snow he will be immediately noticed beast of prey or a bird, you can’t hide from them anywhere.

“Dress yourself, sideways, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed in the snow any time soon.”

But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be dressed up more beautifully and warmly.

Winter had prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it was simply amazing: all bright red, like a fire! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.

Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love!”

She dressed the pines and spruce trees in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white hats down to their eyebrows; I put downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.

And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.

And she threw a white blanket over the mountain ash that grows at the edge of the forest. It turned out so well! At the ends of the rowan branches, clusters of berries hang, like red earrings visible from under a white blanket.

Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox one - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; And Gray wolf he ran through the forest and also left his prints. But the bear’s footprint is nowhere to be seen, and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter Toptygina built a cozy den in the thicket of the forest, covered the target with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.

But it’s not just animal tracks that can be seen in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, the snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are chickens of the woods - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the remaining berries.

Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley hazel grouse and black grouse. On the white snow how beautiful they all are!

The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from branch to branch, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from pine cone. He’ll stick it into the crevice and hit it with his beak!

Lives winter forest. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winter - lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.

The sun parted the blue cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys... And under his gentle gaze everything around him becomes even more beautiful.

The snow flared up and glowed. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, on the bushes, on the trees. And the breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and multi-colored lights also sparkled and danced in the air.

It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.

The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires one month, another - he cannot take his eyes off her.

The snow sparkles more and more brightly, everything is more joyful, more fun all around. Winter itself cannot withstand so much heat and light. The time has come to give way to another artist.

“Well, let’s see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Winter grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”

Another artist, Vesna-Krasna, began work. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture should she draw?

Here the forest stands in front of her - gloomy, dull.

“Let me decorate it in my own way, like spring! »

She took thin, delicate brushes. She slightly touched the branches of the birch trees with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on the aspen and poplar trees.

Day after day, Spring paints its picture more and more elegantly.

In a wide forest clearing, she painted a large spring puddle with blue paint. And around her, like blue splashes, scattered the first flowers of snowdrops and lungworts.

He still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; their branches were covered by Spring with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if in the snow, they stand wild apple trees, pears.

The grass is already turning green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, marigold flowers bloomed like golden balls.

Everything comes alive all around. Sensing the warmth, insects and spiders crawl out of various cracks. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.

And how many birds there are in the forests and fields! And for each of them, Spring-Red came up with an important task. Together with the birds, Spring builds cozy nests.

Here on the branch of a birch tree, near the trunk, is a finch’s nest. It’s like a growth on a tree—you won’t notice it right away. And to make it even more invisible, white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!

Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork of branches.

And the long-nosed, handsome kingfisher made his bird house on the steep bank of the river: he dug a hole with his beak, and built a nest in it; only he lined it inside not with fluff, but with fish bones and scales. It’s not for nothing that the kingfisher is considered the most skilled fisherman.

But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. It was woven with their beaks by winged needlewomen - birds, nicknamed remez. Only thumb The birds didn't tie the mitten; Instead, they left a hole - this is the entrance to the nest.

And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!

Days pass by. Became unrecognizable living picture forests and fields.

What's that crawling around in the green grass? Bunnies. They are only two days old, but they are already great: they look in all directions, twirl their mustaches; They are waiting for their mother hare to feed them milk.

Vesna-Krasna decided to finish her picture with these kids. Let the Sun look at her and rejoice at how everything comes to life around her; let him judge: is it possible to paint a picture even more fun, even more elegant?

The Sun peeked out from behind a blue cloud, looked out and admired it. No matter how much it walked across the sky, no matter how many marvelous things it saw, it had never seen such beauty. It looks at the picture of Spring and cannot take its eyes off. Looks a month, then another...

The flowers of bird cherry, apple and pear trees have long since faded and fallen into white snow; The grass has long been green in place of the transparent spring puddle; in the birds' nests, chicks hatched and became covered with feathers; The tiny bunnies have already become young, nimble hares...

Even Spring itself cannot recognize its own picture. Something new, unfamiliar appeared in her. This means that the time has come to give way to another artist-painter.

“I’ll see if this artist will paint a picture more joyful, more fun than mine,” says Vesna. “And then I’ll fly to the north, they won’t wait for me there.”

Hot Summer has begun its work. He thinks, wonders what kind of picture he should draw, and decides: “I’ll take simpler colors, but richer ones.” And so it did.

Summer painted the entire forest with lush greenery; green paint covered the meadows and mountains. Only for rivers and lakes I took a transparent, bright blue one.

“Let,” thinks Summer, “let everything in my picture be ripe, ripe.” It looked into the old Orchard, hung ruddy apples and pears on the trees, and tried so hard that even the branches could not stand it - they bent down to the very ground.

In the forest, under the trees and under the bushes, Summer planted many, many different mushrooms. Each fungus has its own place.

“Let boletus with gray roots in brown caps grow in the light birch forest,” Summer decided, “and let boletuses grow in the aspen forest.” Summer dressed them up in orange and yellow hats.

Many more different types of mushrooms appeared in the shady forest: russula, boletus, boletus... And in the clearings, as if flowers were blooming, fly agaric mushrooms opened their bright red umbrellas.

Autumn covered the birches and maples with lemon yellow. And the aspen leaves turned red like ripe apples. The aspen tree became all bright red, all burning like fire.

Autumn wandered into a forest clearing. There is a hundred-year-old oak tree standing in the middle of it, shaking its thick leaves.

“The mighty hero must be dressed in forged copper armor.” So she gave the old man a ceremony.

He looks, and not far away, at the edge of the clearing, thick, spreading linden trees have gathered in a circle, their branches lowered down. “A heavy robe of gold brocade suits them best.”

All the trees and even the bushes were decorated by Autumn in its own way, in the autumnal way: some in a yellow outfit, some in a bright red... Only the pine and spruce trees she did not know how to decorate. After all, they don’t have leaves on their branches, but needles, and you can’t paint them. Let them remain as they were in the summer.

So the pines and spruce trees remained dark green in summer. And this made the forest even brighter, even more elegant in its colorful autumn attire.

Autumn went from the forest to the fields, to the meadows. She removed the golden grain from the fields, took it to the threshing floor, and in the meadows swept the fragrant haystacks into haystacks high, like towers.

The fields and meadows became empty, even wider and more spacious. And the shoals stretched above them in the autumn sky migratory birds: cranes, geese, ducks... And there, you see, high, high, right under the clouds, large snow-white birds - swans - are flying; they fly, flap their wings like handkerchiefs, and send farewell greetings to their native places.

Birds fly away to warm countries. And the animals, in their own animal way, prepare for the cold.

Autumn drives the prickly hedgehog to sleep under a heap of branches, the badger into a deep hole, and the bear makes a bed of fallen leaves. But he teaches the squirrel to dry mushrooms on branches and collect ripe nuts in a hollow. Even the elegant blue-winged jay bird was forced by the mischievous Autumn to take a mouth full of acorns and hide them in a clearing in soft green moss.

In the fall, every bird, every animal is busy, preparing for winter, they have no time to waste.

Autumn is in a hurry, in a hurry, she finds more and more new colors for her painting. The sky is covered with gray clouds. The motley collection of foliage is washed away by the cold rain. And on thin telegraph wires along the road, like black beads on a thread, she places a string of the last flying swallows.

It turned out to be a sad picture. But there is also something good in it.

Autumn is pleased with her work, she can show it to the Red Sun.

The Sun peeked out from behind a gray cloud, and under his gentle gaze the gloomy picture of Autumn immediately cheered up and began to smile.

The last leaves of the birch trees glittered like gold coins on the bare branches. The river, bordered by yellow reeds, became even bluer, the distances beyond the river became even more transparent and wider, the expanses of the native land became even more endless.

He looks at the Red Sun and can’t take his eyes off. The picture turned out wonderful, but it seems as if something in it is not finished, as if the quiet fields and forests, washed by the autumn rain, are waiting for something. The bare branches of bushes and trees can't wait for it to come. new artist and dresses them in white fluffy clothing.

And this artist is not far away. It's already Zimushka-Winter's turn new picture write.

So four wizard-painters work in turn: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn. And each of them does it well in their own way. Sunny will never decide whose picture is better. Who decorated the fields, forests and meadows more elegantly? What is more beautiful: white sparkling snow or a colorful carpet of spring flowers, the lush greens of Summer or yellow ones, golden colors Autumn?

Or maybe everything is fine in its own way? If so, then the wizard-painters have nothing to argue about; Let each of them paint a picture for themselves in their turn. And we will look at their work and admire it.

Four wizard-painters somehow came together: Winter, Spring, Summer and Autumn; They got together and argued: which of them draws better? They argued and argued and decided to choose the Red Sun as the judge: “It lives high in the sky, it has seen many wonderful things in its lifetime, let it judge us.”

Sunny agreed to be a judge. The painters got to work. The first to volunteer to paint a picture was Zimushka-Winter.

“Only Sunny shouldn’t look at my work,” she decided. “I shouldn’t see her until I’m done.”

Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me.

The fields and hills turned white. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.

Winter walks through the mountains, through the valleys, walking in large soft felt boots, stepping quietly, inaudibly. And she herself looks around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.

Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew away his white cap. We need to put it on again... But a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory animal or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.

“Dress yourself, sideways, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed in the snow soon.”

But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be more beautiful and warmer.

Winter had prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it was simply amazing: all bright red, like a fire! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.

Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love!”

And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.

Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; and the gray wolf ran through the forest, also leaving his prints. But the bear’s footprint is nowhere to be seen, and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter Toptygina built a cozy den in the thicket of the forest, covered the target with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.

Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley hazel grouse and black grouse. On the white snow how beautiful they all are!

The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from twig to twig, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from a pine cone. He’ll stick it into the crevice and hit it with his beak!

The winter forest lives. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winter - lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.

The sun parted the blue cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys... And under his gentle gaze everything around him becomes even more beautiful.

It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.

The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires the month, the other - he cannot take his eyes off it.

The snow sparkles more and more brightly, everything is more joyful, more fun all around. Winter itself cannot withstand so much heat and light. The time has come to give way to another artist.

“Well, let’s see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Winter grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”

Another artist began work - Vesna-Krasna. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture should she draw?

Here the forest stands in front of her - gloomy, dull.

“Let me decorate it in my own way, in spring!”

She took thin, delicate brushes. She slightly touched the branches of the birch trees with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on the aspen and poplar trees.

Day after day, Spring paints its picture more and more elegantly.

In a wide forest clearing, she painted a large spring puddle with blue paint. And around her, like blue splashes, scattered the first flowers of snowdrops and lungworts.

The grass is already turning green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, marigold flowers bloomed like golden balls.

Everything comes alive all around. Sensing the warmth, insects and spiders crawl out of various cracks. May beetles hummed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.

And how many birds there are in the forests and fields! And for each of them, Spring-Red came up with an important task. Together with the birds, Spring builds cozy nests.

Here on the branch of a birch tree, near the trunk, is a finch’s nest. It's like a growth on a tree - you won't notice it right away. And to make it even more invisible, white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!

Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork of branches.

And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!

Days pass by. The living picture of forests and fields became unrecognizable.

The flowers of bird cherry, apple and pear trees have long since faded and fallen into white snow; The grass has long been green in place of the transparent spring puddle; in the birds' nests, chicks hatched and became covered with feathers; tiny bunnies have already become young, nimble hares...

Even Spring itself cannot recognize its own picture. Something new, unfamiliar appeared in her. This means that the time has come to give way to another artist-painter.

“I’ll see if this artist will paint a picture more joyful, more fun than mine,” says Vesna. “And then I’ll fly to the north, they won’t wait for me there.”

Hot Summer has begun its work. He thinks, wonders what kind of picture he should draw, and decides: “I’ll take simpler colors, but richer ones.” And so it did.

Summer painted the entire forest with lush greenery; meadows and mountains were covered with green paint. Only for rivers and lakes I took a transparent, bright blue one.

“Let,” thinks Summer, “let everything in my picture be ripe, ripe.” It looked into the old orchard, hung rosy apples and pears on the trees, and tried so hard that even the branches could not stand it - they bent down to the very ground.

In the forest, under the trees and under the bushes, Summer planted many, many different mushrooms. Each fungus has its own place.

“Let boletus mushrooms with gray roots and brown caps grow in the light birch forest,” Summer decided, “and let boletuses grow in the aspen forest.” Summer dressed them up in orange and yellow hats.

Quite a few more different mushrooms appeared in the shady forest: russula, boletus, boletus... And in the clearings, as if flowers were blooming, fly agaric mushrooms opened their bright red umbrellas.

But the best mushroom turned out to be the boletus mushroom. He grew up in pine forest, crawled out of the wet green moss, stood up a little, shook off the withered yellow needles, and suddenly became so handsome - to the envy of all the mushrooms, surprisingly.

Around him there are green bushes of lingonberries and blueberries growing, all of them are covered with berries. Lingonberries have red berries, while blueberries have dark blue, almost black.

The bushes were surrounded by boletus mushroom. And he stands among them, so stocky, strong, a real forest hero.

Hot Summer looks at her painting, looks and thinks: “There aren’t enough berries in my forest. We need to add more." It took over the entire slope of the forest ravine and decorated it with dense raspberry bushes.

The bushes are turning green cheerfully. And how good the berries are on them - large, sweet, just asking to be eaten in your mouth! A mother bear and her cubs climbed into a raspberry patch, but nothing delicious berries They can’t tear themselves away.

Good in the forest! It seems that I would never leave here.

But the artist Hot Summer is in a hurry, he needs to go everywhere.

Summer looked into the field; covered the ears of wheat and rye with heavy gilding. The fields of grain became yellow and golden; so they bend like ripe ears in the wind.

And in the lush meadows, Summer started a cheerful haymaking: wildflowers lay down in the fragrant heaps of hay, hid their multi-colored heads in a green heap of grass and dozed off there.

Green haystacks in the meadows; golden fields of grain; rosy apples, pears in the garden... A good picture of a Hot Summer! You can show it to the Red Sun too.

The Sun peeked out from behind a gray cloud, looked and admired. Everything is bright and joyful. I would never take my eyes off the lush greenery dark forest, from golden fields, from the blue surface of rivers and lakes. He admires the Sun for a month, then another. Well drawn!

Only here’s the problem: day by day the foliage on the bushes and trees fades, withers, and the whole picture of the Hot Summer becomes not so juicy. Apparently, the time has come to give up his place to another artist. How will he cope with his job? It will not be easy for him to paint a picture better than those that Winter-Winter, Spring-Red and Hot Summer have already shown the Sun.

But Autumn does not even think of losing heart.

For her work she took the most bright colors and first of all she went with them into the forest. There she began to work on her painting.

Autumn covered the birches and maples with lemon yellow. And the aspen leaves turned red like ripe apples. The aspen tree became all bright red, all burning like fire.

Autumn wandered into a forest clearing. There is a hundred-year-old oak tree standing in the middle of it, shaking its thick leaves.

“The mighty hero must be dressed in forged copper armor.” So she gave the old man a ceremony.

He looks, and not far away, at the edge of the clearing, thick, spreading linden trees have gathered in a circle, their branches lowered down. “A heavy robe of gold brocade suits them best.”

All the trees and even the bushes were decorated by Autumn in its own way, in the autumnal way: some in a yellow outfit, some in a bright red one... She didn’t know how to decorate only the pine and spruce trees. After all, they don’t have leaves on their branches, but needles, and you can’t paint them. Let them remain as they were in the summer.

So the pine trees and spruce trees remained, dark green in summer. And this made the forest even brighter, even more elegant in its colorful autumn attire.

The fields and meadows became empty, even wider and more spacious. And schools of migratory birds stretched above them in the autumn sky: cranes, geese, ducks... And there, you see, high, high, right under the clouds, large snow-white birds - swans - are flying; they fly, flap their wings like handkerchiefs, and send farewell greetings to their native places.

Birds fly away to warm countries. And the animals, in their own animal way, prepare for the cold.

In the fall, every bird, every animal is busy, preparing for winter, they have no time to waste.

It turned out to be a sad picture. But there is also something good in it.

Autumn is pleased with her work, she can show it to the Red Sun.

The Sun peeked out from behind a gray cloud, and under his gentle gaze the gloomy picture of Autumn immediately cheered up and began to smile.

The last leaves of the birch trees glittered like gold coins on the bare branches. The river, bordered by yellow reeds, became even bluer, the expanses beyond the river became even more transparent and wider, the expanses of the native land became even more endless.

He looks at the Red Sun and can’t take his eyes off. The picture turned out wonderful, but it seems as if something in it is not finished, as if the quiet fields and forests, washed by the autumn rain, are waiting for something. The bare branches of bushes and trees can’t wait for a new artist to come and dress them in a white fluffy headdress.

And this artist is not far away. It’s already Zimushka-Winter’s turn to paint a new picture.

Summary of a lesson on speech development in a preparatory school group

Topic: Retelling the story “Four Artists. Winter" (according to G. Skrebitsky)

Target:

Teaching a coherent retelling with visual support in the form of graphic diagrams displaying the sequence of events.

Main goals:

1. Developing retell planning skills.

2. Formation of coherent monologue speech.

3. Consolidating the use of various grammatical structures in the formation of speech utterances.

Methodical techniques:

Reading; conversation; examination of illustrations, pictures, graphic diagrams; drawing up a graphic plan for the story; Lexical and grammatical exercises based on the text.

Equipment:

Painting and illustrations for the story; subject pictures: fur coats, hats, mittens, heroes, bedspread, winter landscape; graphic diagrams, ball, chips according to the number of children (numbered from 1 to 6), magnets.

Preliminary work:

Reading the story “Four Artists” by G. Skrebitsky.

Looking at illustrations about nature. Guessing riddles about the seasons.

Learning proverbs about winter. Observations in nature.

Repetition lexical topic"Winter". Lotto "Seasons".

Consolidating the ability to compose complex and common sentences.

Sensory – vocabulary work. Clarification and explanation of the meaning of words.

What does the word mean rite ?(Dress, dress up)

What does it mean jammed ? (Put it on top)

How do you understand the word sorceress ? Say it differently. (Sorceress, fairy, witch)

Who are the heroes? (Giants, brave, brave and strong warriors)

Give the bunches of berries a different name (Fruit clusters)

What is a bedspread? (Blanket, cape)

What means stand decorously ? (Important, calm)

What can you grab? (Hat, hat, cap, Panama hat)

What can you wear? (In a fur coat, in a jacket, in overalls)

Progress of the lesson

1. Organizational moment. Development of auditory attention and perception.

(The artist comes - Winter)

The teacher reads by heart an excerpt from S. V. Konovalenko’s poem “The Seasons”:

She came so snowy

Covered with white clothes

Forests, fields, houses and streets

She's a diligent artist

Everything will be painted into the kingdom of snow,

Hang lace from frost -

So fabulously beautiful!

Teacher: About what time year goes by speech? (About winter.)

-Did you recognize me? (Children's answers)

- Yes, I am the artist Winter.

-I received your letter and found out that you want to learn how to beautifully talk about the winter forest and depict its beauty.

- Guys, in which story did you read about me? (In the story “Four Artists”)

- Name four artists from this story? (Winter spring Summer Autumn)

- Listen, guys, I want to read you an excerpt from this story.

2. Preparation for text comprehension. Development of long-term memory.

Remember the story “The Four Artists”. Who is its author? (Georgy Alekseevich Skrebitsky.)

Name four artists from this story? (Winter spring Summer Autumn.)

3. Reading the adapted story “Four Artists.” Winter"

(according to G. Skrebitsky). Development of speech hearing, attention, memory.

- Listen, I will read you an excerpt from this story. ...Winter looked into the forest...

She dressed the pines and fir trees in thick coats of snow; she pulled snow-white hats down to their eyebrows; I put downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other decorously, calmly.

Winter also dressed various bushes and young trees, like children, in white coats.

And she threw a white blanket over the rowan tree. From under the blanket, clusters of berries can be seen like red earrings.

The gray-haired sorceress Winter decorated the winter forest well!

4. Conversation on the content of the story. Development of dialogical speech, visual perception, thinking.

The teacher invites the children to look at the illustrations for the story and answer questions.

- What did Winter dress the pine and spruce trees in? (Winter has dressed the pines and spruce trees in heavy snow coats.)

- What did she pull down to their very eyebrows? (She clapped their snow-white hats down to their eyebrows.)

- What did you put on the branches of the pines and spruces? (On put on downy mittens for pine and spruce branches.)

- What did Winter dress the various bushes and young trees in? (Winter dressed various bushes and young trees in white coats.)

- What did winter throw at the rowan tree? (On she threw a white blanket over the rowan tree.)

- What does the author compare bunches of rowan berries with? (With red earrings that are visible from under the white blanket.)

- Who does the author compare Winter with in his story? (The author compares Winter with an artist, with a gray-haired sorceress.)

5. Lexico-grammatical exercises.

a) Ball game “Pick up actions.” Memory development. Activation of the verb dictionary.

The teacher invites the children to remember the action words for the word “Winter”.

- Winter in the forest... (looked in),in fur coats... (ritualized),hats... (jam-chila),mittens... (put it on),cover... (threw it on),forest... (decorated).

b) Game “Pick a sign”. Enrichment and activation of the vocabulary of adjectives.

Children stand in a circle. Passing the picture around, each child selects a sign for it .

Fur coats (what kind?)... ( heavy, snowy, white, fabulous, warm );

hats... (snow-white, huge, warm, snowy, beautiful);

mittens... ( downy, soft, warm, white )-,heroes... (forest, strong, strong, tall, important);cover... (winter, huge, snowy, white, warm, fluffy);winter... (cold, icy, frosty, snowy, wonderful, caring, long-awaited).

c) Game “Make a sentence”. Restoring the text of the story from illustrations.

The teacher invites the children to choose an illustration for the story and make a sentence based on it.

6.Re-reading the story. Development of auditory attention and memory.

- Guys, now I will read the story again. Listen carefully and try to remember.

7. Drawing up a graphic plan for the story. Development of visual perception, attention.

The teacher draws the children's attention to graphic diagrams. Children create a story plan with visual support. In case of difficulty, the teacher helps them.

8..Retelling the story with visual support in the form of graphic diagrams. Development of coherent speech.

With the help of chips, children determine the order of the retelling. Children retell the text in a chain.

9. Summary. Assessment of children's work.

- What did you like most about the story “Four Artists. Winter"?

Remember the proverbs about winter:

Winter is not summer, she’s wearing a fur coat.

Take care of your nose in the extreme cold.

In winter the sun shines, but does not warm.

Winter ends, spring begins.

The frost is not great, but it does not require you to stand.

December ends the year and begins winter.

January is the beginning of the year, the middle of winter.

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Sunny agreed to be a judge. The painters got to work. The first to volunteer to paint a picture was Zimushka-Winter.
“Only Sunny shouldn’t look at my work,” she decided. “I shouldn’t see her until I’m done.”
Winter has stretched gray clouds across the sky and let's cover the earth with fresh fluffy snow! One day I decorated everything around me.
The fields and hills turned white. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale.
Winter walks through the mountains, through the valleys, walking in large soft felt boots, stepping quietly, inaudibly. And she herself looks around - here and there she will correct her magical picture.
Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew away his white cap. We need to put it on again... But a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: on the white snow, a predatory animal or bird will immediately notice him, you can’t hide from them anywhere.

“Dress yourself, sideways, in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t be noticed in the snow soon.”
But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be more beautiful and warmer.

Winter had prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it was simply amazing: all bright red, like a fire! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.
Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love!”
She dressed the pines and spruce trees in heavy snow coats; she pulled snow-white hats down to their eyebrows; I put downy mittens on the branches. The forest heroes stand next to each other, stand decorously, calmly.
And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.
And she threw a white blanket over the mountain ash that grows at the edge of the forest. It turned out so well! At the ends of the rowan branches, clusters of berries hang, like red earrings visible from under a white blanket.
Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; and the gray wolf ran through the forest, also leaving his prints. But the bear’s footprint is nowhere to be seen, and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter Toptygina built a cozy den in the thicket of the forest, covered the target with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.
But it’s not just animal tracks that can be seen in the snow. In a forest clearing, where green lingonberry and blueberry bushes stick out, the snow, like crosses, is trampled by bird tracks. These are chickens of the woods - hazel grouse and black grouse - running around the clearing here, pecking at the remaining berries.

Yes, here they are: black grouse, motley hazel grouse and black grouse. On the white snow how beautiful they all are!
The picture of the winter forest turned out well, not dead, but alive! Either a gray squirrel will jump from twig to twig, or a spotted woodpecker, sitting on the trunk of an old tree, will begin to knock out seeds from a pine cone. He’ll stick it into the crevice and hit it with his beak!
The winter forest lives. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress - Winter - lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.
The sun parted the blue cloud. He looks at the winter forest, at the valleys... And under his gentle gaze everything around him becomes even more beautiful.
The snow flared up and glowed. Blue, red, green lights lit up on the ground, on the bushes, on the trees. And the breeze blew, shook off the frost from the branches, and multi-colored lights also sparkled and danced in the air.
It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.
The Sun admires the picture of Winter, admires the month, the other - he cannot take his eyes off it.
The snow sparkles more and more brightly, everything is more joyful, more fun all around. Winter itself cannot withstand so much heat and light. The time has come to give way to another artist.
“Well, let’s see if he can paint a picture more beautiful than mine,” Winter grumbles. “And it’s time for me to rest.”
Another artist began work - Vesna-Krasna. She didn't get down to business right away. At first I thought: what kind of picture should she draw?
Here the forest stands in front of her - gloomy, dull.
“Let me decorate it in my own way, in spring!”
She took thin, delicate brushes. She slightly touched the branches of the birch trees with greenery, and hung long pink and silver earrings on the aspen and poplar trees.

Day after day, Spring paints its picture more and more elegantly.
In a wide forest clearing, she painted a large spring puddle with blue paint. And around her, like blue splashes, scattered the first flowers of snowdrops and lungworts.
He still draws a day and another. There are bird cherry bushes on the slope of the ravine; their branches were covered by Spring with shaggy clusters of white flowers. And on the edge of the forest, also all white, as if covered in snow, there are wild apple and pear trees.
The grass is already turning green in the middle of the meadow. And in the dampest places, marigold flowers bloomed like golden balls.
Everything comes alive all around. Sensing the warmth, insects and spiders crawl out of various cracks. May beetles buzzed near the green birch branches. The first bees and butterflies fly to the flowers.
And how many birds there are in the forests and fields! And for each of them, Spring-Red came up with an important task. Together with the birds, Spring builds cozy nests.
Here on the branch of a birch tree, near the trunk, is a finch’s nest. It's like a growth on a tree - you won't notice it right away. And to make it even more invisible, white birch skin is woven into the outer walls of the nest. It turned out to be a nice nest!
Even better is the oriole's nest. Like a wicker basket, it is suspended in a fork of branches.

But, of course, the most wonderful nest was invented by Vesna-Krasna for one small reddish bird. A brown mitten hangs over the stream on a flexible alder branch. The mitten is woven not from wool, but from thin plants. It was woven by winged needlewomen - remeza birds - with their beaks. Only the bird's thumb was not tied; Instead, they left a hole - this is the entrance to the nest.
And many other wonderful houses for birds and animals were invented by the entertainer Spring!
Days pass by. The living picture of forests and fields became unrecognizable.

Tatiana Turusova
Abstract of GCD based on the fairy tale by G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter" using productive reading technology

Fairy tale by G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter"

Target. Acquaintance with the work of G. Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter". To develop children's ability to perceive literary text, comprehend the events of the fairy tale.

Tasks:

Learn to listen carefully to a literary text and understand the meaning of a fairy tale.

Teach children to select and use figurative expressions in speech.

Enrich children's knowledge about winter and winter phenomena.

Develop the ability to guess and predict the content of a text before reading from illustrations and music.

Develop pantomime skills, teach children to create expressive images using facial expressions and gestures.

Form coherent speech in children.

To educate a literate reader who reflects on the author’s intentions; reader drawing his own conclusions.

Equipment: photo illustrations depicting winter landscapes; audio recording of P. I. Tchaikovsky’s cycle “The Seasons. Winter"; hats-masks, magic wand, multi-colored plumes.

Methods and techniques used:

verbal: speech explanation, questions for children, intonation, logical stress, pauses.

practical: dramatization game.

visual: display of photo illustrations, facial expressions, gestures, use of TSO. A method of reviving children's emotions with the help of music.

Dictionary: sorceress, pulled herself together, more beautiful.

Progress of the lesson

Working with text before reading (anticipation)

Children sit in a semicircle on chairs. The music of P. I. Tchaikovsky “The Seasons” sounds. Winter"

Educator: We have children today unusual activity. I invite you, without leaving the group, to take a walk in the beautiful, Magic world nature.

Listen to this amazing music. It was composed by the great Russian composer Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky. This music is from the series “Seasons”. What time of year is the music dedicated to? What is the character of the music? What do you imagine when listening to it? And now let's look at photo illustrations depicting winter landscapes.

All the pictures are different, but they are all about winter. Winter, guys, can be depicted not only in a picture, but also in words. Today, guys, I invite you to listen to the fairy tale by Georgy Alekseevich Skrebitsky “Four Artists. Winter".

Part 2

Commented reading

Four artists. Winter

The fields and hills turned white. The river became covered with thin ice, became silent, and fell asleep, like in a fairy tale. (Why did this happen)

Here is a hillock in the middle of a field, the prankster took the wind from it and blew away his white cap. I need to put it on again. And over there a gray hare is sneaking between the bushes. It’s bad for him, the gray one: (Why does the gray bunny feel bad in winter) on the white snow, a predatory animal or bird will immediately notice it; you can’t hide from them anywhere.

“I’ll dress the slanted one in a white fur coat,” Winter decided, “then you won’t soon notice him in the snow.”

But Lisa Patrikeevna has no need to dress in white. She lives in a deep hole, hiding underground from enemies. She just needs to be dressed up more beautifully and warmly.

Winter has prepared a wonderful fur coat for her, it’s simply amazing: (What color is a fox’s coat in winter) all bright red, like fire is burning! The fox will move its fluffy tail, as if it would scatter sparks across the snow.

Winter looked into the forest. “I’ll decorate it so much that the Sun will fall in love!” (How winter can brighten up a forest)

And below them, various bushes and young trees took refuge. Winter also dressed them, like children, in white fur coats.

Under the trees, Winter painted all the snow with a pattern of different footprints and footprints. (Whose traces can be seen in the forest in winter) Here is a hare's footprint: in front there are two large paw prints next to each other, and behind - one after the other - two small ones; and the fox - as if drawn by a thread: paw into paw, so it stretches in a chain; and the gray wolf ran through the forest, also leaving his prints. But the bear's footprint is nowhere to be seen (Why there is no bear trail) , and no wonder: Zimushka-Winter arranged a cozy den for Toptygina in the thicket of the forest, covered it with a thick snow blanket on top: sleep well! And he is happy to try - he doesn’t crawl out of the den. That’s why you can’t see a bear’s footprint in the forest.

The winter forest lives. Snowy fields and valleys live. The whole picture of the gray-haired sorceress Winter lives on. You can show it to Sunny too.

The sun parted the blue cloud. Looks at the winter forest, at the valleys. And under his gentle gaze everything around becomes even more beautiful. (What happens when the sun starts to shine in winter)

It turned out to be a wonderful picture! Perhaps you couldn’t draw it better.

Fizminutka“We’ve worked hard, let’s rest”

We worked hard - let's rest, (Walking in place.)

Let's stand up and take a deep breath. (Stretching.)

Arms to the sides, forward, (Turns of the torso.)

Left, right turn. (Tilts left and right.)

Three bends, stand up straight. (Squats.)

Raise your arms up and down. (Jumping.)

Hands gradually lowered, (Walking in place.)

They brought smiles to everyone.

Part 3

Discussion of what you read.

Conversation with children about the content of what they read.

Do you think the work you read is a fairy tale or a short story?

How did Winter take care of the animals?

Snow in winter varies. Do you agree with this? Think about what snow is like on a clear frosty day.

What does snow look like when the thaw begins?

Why do you think there is snow under sun rays turned from snow-white to multi-colored?

Try to tell me what's in winter nature you like the most.

Part 4

Playing text.

Sketches for the expression of emotions and movements.

The teacher invites the children to depict characters fairy tales in its different episodes. Let's imagine that with magic wand we can get into this fairy tale.

Imagine Winter, which steps quietly, inaudibly. And she looks around.

Show how a gray hare sneaks between the bushes.

Show Lisa Patrikeevna in a new fur coat.

Remember how Winter treated the pine and spruce trees. What did the author name the trees in the fairy tale? Show how the forest heroes stand. How can you depict bushes and young trees?

What pattern did Winter paint the snow with? Let's follow the fox's trail.

How can you show that the snow flared up, lit up, sparkled?

Bottom line

What is this fairy tale about? (about winter)

Who wrote it? (G. Skrebitsky)

That's why Georgy Alekseevich Skrebitsky wrote this a beautiful fairy tale, in which he draws pictures of nature, teaches how to observe nature, see and understand its beauty.

1. Skorolupova O. A. Classes with older children preschool age on the topic “Winter” - M.: TC Sfera, 2003.

2. Chindilova, O. V. Reading fiction preschoolers: approaches to understanding and forms of implementation. – Preschool education. – 2011. – No. 1. – P. 59 – 61.

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