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Trutneva, Evgenia Fedorovna - In the native land. Literary evening "I am proud of my Motherland Trutnev in his native land read

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To readers

Hello my dear! I am glad that reading my poems, you share with me the love for Great Poetry. This is the second complete collection, the first was released in 2012 and was called “Lyrika. Favorites".

The title of this book "In the native land and breathe freely ..." was not chosen by chance, I wanted to say good verses about my native land, the Nizhny Novgorod region, where I was born and raised. This collection contains poems about the city where I now live, the village where I spent my childhood, a lot of landscape lyrics and observational poems. I love my Motherland, the Nizhny Novgorod Territory, the beautiful Volga, probably, all this determined the choice of works that were included in this collection.

All my poems, and there are already more than 500 of them, can still be found on my page on the Internet on the site "Poems.ru - the site of modern national poetry"

With kind regards and best wishes, Yours, Andrey Shalamov

In the native land and breathe freely ...

In the native land and breathe freely
And there are no sweeter smells of intoxicating
Daisies with cornflowers, how spacious
The carpets of living meadows were spread out.
The earth caresses the feet with silks of herbs,
I love, as if in childhood, barefoot
Wander in the meadows carelessly without a road
To the forgotten world that is so familiar to the soul.
Cow herd in black and white spots
In the buzz of sleepy velvet bumblebees,
And the sky in white clouds-patches ...
And somewhere… at the edge… a nightingale….
In the native land everything is close and familiar
And there are no sweeter rivers and fields,
Where the boy ran away from home
In the distant childhood of my memory ...

My city...

My city - today you are drunk and a little tired
From the flow of cars and people that are in a hurry somewhere,
You have worked all day today and done a lot,
You, like everyone in the world, also have a soul.
You covered with your houses, heating many lives,
Gave shelter and protection to holy human love,
You are glorified through the ages, called, simply, Lower,
You are tired today, rest, turning off all the lights.
Let the trees serenade you in the night
From heated houses, let the warmth warm you,
You sleep peacefully, silence will be your reward,
And on a milky morning, the dawn will wake you up with love.
Well, with the first ray - again fun in the vanity of everyday life,
Helping all of us to live in soul in unity with you,
We choose our own path, it is difficult and difficult for everyone,
We are your townspeople, our city, our Lower native...

Mother Volga, Russian mother...

A look caresses the boundlessness of borders,
You quench my sorrows,
Light the sky with light from lightning.
Volga, coast, flood meadows,
Forests and fields one after another,
The sky is vast, the clouds are painted,
This is the Motherland, I grew up here.
Volga, coast, river coolness,
The languid evening ... the singing of a nightingale,
On a dark night ... rains of starfall,
In the morning ... in a pink dress ... dawn.
Volga, coast, spacious distances,
There's a lot to be said about her.
After all, it was not for nothing that she was called,
Volga - mother, Russian mother.

Today I am again in the white-trunked forest ...

Today I am again in the white-trunked forest
In the waves of green crowns, gilding spilled,
How do I selflessly love in Russia
The white-barrel miracle is a gift of nature.
I feel good in the forest, peace and quiet
Lulled the soul in the forest cradle,
I will press my uncovered head
To the white-barreled miracle that they sang in songs.
Give me strength birch, my dear,
All in an intricate knitting of leaves and branches,
Underfoot painfully native land,
Here is the parental land and traditions of the ancestors.
Today I am again in the white-trunked forest,
Although I do not often go to the bosom of nature,
I hurry to the birch paradise with my heart,
Only here you can feel the sweet air of freedom.
Where there is no falsehood and evil, there are no boundaries and shackles,
Where you breathe freely, from edge to edge,
I keep in my heart love for Russia,
Dedicating poems to the white-trunked birch.

carefree traveler

Frozen sky in gray-blue
Clouds hung low
Smell of the inevitable downpour
What brought from afar.
The bright birch trees have drooped,
On the branches all the sheets shrank,
They are afraid that thunderstorms will offend
The force of a violent wave.
Clouds drift from afar,
Thunderstorm thunders,
And the wind is squally and mighty
Left the brakes somewhere.
He again rampages and dances
On the roofs of shrinking houses,
In a thunderstorm he is strong, rude and important,
Owner of streets and yards.
I love fleeting summer
A gust of wind and thunderstorms
Knock down the dream of heat drowsy
Cool raindrops.
The strong wind blows fast
Rainy clouds lead system,
Washed the city stuffy, dusty
Cold rain water.
And then the sun shines brightly
And the world seems to be resurrected
Forget about the daring wind
Careless traveler of heaven...

Dreams in the rain

The sky is blue-black,
In wet raindrops
A cloud is falling
And creeps on me.
Covers half the city
And you can't see a damn thing
And goosebumps from the cold
Let's run. Freeze
Under the canopy of a shop,
Where they sell junk
The salesperson is a girl
We often drink tea with her.
And we talk about the street
About the guys you know
And about the films of Kusturica,
And about the late sunset...
The elements died down in an instant,
And the rain has taken away
The sun threw a glare of light,
It became warm again.
And from the shop until the evening
I won't leave again
I will listen girl
And something to dream about...

Nizhny Novgorod is mine

Nizhny Novgorod is mine, for me you, of course, are destiny,
Here all the people will always help me, and maybe the walls.
I know every stone on the walls of the gray Kremlin,
Here it is free to breathe in the vast expanses of the Volga,
Painfully native land under my feet,
That will always remind us of the Motherland, faith and duty.
I love my city, it is wonderfully beautiful in its own way,
Walls and towers are reflected in the waters of the mighty river,
And over the Volga with the Oka a wonderful motive spreads
That lyrical Sormovo song, native and homely.
On the green hills domes gilded with fire,
Protecting the peace of our third Volga capital,
Our main value has always been our deeds,
That history is inscribed in blood page to page.
The steamer whistle will fly over the river wave,
Scared away flocks of seagulls, whose voice is loud and sonorous,
Nizhny Novgorod is my city, glorious and, for sure, dear,
Previously, they simply called you closed and Gorky.
I look with love at the houses frozen in stone,
On the huge bridges that cut through the city like arrows,
My Nizhny Novgorod, where winter is the mistress,
Nizhny Novgorod is mine, frozen, wintery and white.

I partake of the motherland

Our wonderful homeland
Lush green forests
Far - infinitely heavenly
Forever in the power of the winds.
The gold of the boundless field
In the waves of tight ears,
Red hats of harvesters,
As if there are irons in the fields ...
Blue satin cornflower blue
Rivers and endless lakes
Meadow, infinitely familiar -
Carpet in lovely daisies...
Silk rustle of birches,
Lightly touched by the wind
Our side sketch,
Seen right from the window...
How I love to enjoy
view of the surrounding plains,
Like drinking water
The air of the fields and hollows ...
Smells something special
That which does not smell anywhere,
In London, Varna and Lahti -
Everything is different everywhere...
I know always coming back
From the hustle and bustle of cities
I partake of the motherland,
Here is my life and love...

I want your soul to be resurrected with love

You and I are slaves
All habits and our sins
We used to live to the fullest, never regretting anything,
Of course we are weak
And we are afraid of wrong steps,
Erecting idols in the absurd mouth of the mausoleum.
We are afraid of fate
The frankness of stuck dreams,
Burning my whole life somehow and, stoned by my soul,
We don't hear prayers
Leaving blindly in the luxury of palaces,
Frank prayer that the soul sends, regretting.
How is it, we are with you
Dissolved within days
Our soul has long been shattered into a hundred pieces,
Just become a crowd
Gray mass and it hurts more
Understand that heartlessness is both vile and poignant.
Dust off and find
Your strength in a drooping soul,
This power in love, because it has not disappeared anywhere,
Who offended, I'm sorry
Don't look for your life in a mirage
I want your soul to be resurrected with love.

"I'll open the old gate..."

I will open the old gate
In the dawn hour of the milky dawn,
I will give you a bouquet of daisies
I collected on the edge of the summer.
I hear the cry of a rooster waking up,
That guarded the peace of the night at times,
A horn to collect Pavlushka the shepherd,
Cow funny hero.
We broke up only five minutes ago,
And it seems like a century has passed
I again drown in your eyes,
Calling to the feelings of beautiful flowering.
You cling to your lips, I will sigh from tenderness,
The soul will soar like a bird in the sky,
And the heart will listen to silence
Love given to us together ...

Great Poet and Man...

(Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin)
Forgotten lines of a string ...
Mist will be connected in verses,
connection of the elements,
Love and loyalty page ...
Is Pushkin forgotten? - not forgotten
Great and regal, dear
His poetry is from God
It pierced our way of life.
I dream to get to Boldino,
Walk through the park and alleys,
With reverence, shy,
Touching its edges to your heart's content.
Find that oak and the chain on it
Breathe in that air of the poet
And meet the first ray of dawn
Washed by gentle rain.
Great Poet and Man,
He is the son of the Decembrist era,
He is a pillar of Russian poetry
And the Genius of the past forever ...

Grandmother

The spindle itself spins tirelessly
And jumps with a light knock on the hut,
Distant years, and I dream of my grandmother,
She played a role in my destiny.
Arched back, calloused hands
Eyes that were full of love
All the burdens of war, and all the torments of hunger
Your weak ones lay on your shoulders.
The Volga region, poverty, war and hard times
They bent, but did not defeat the spirit,
And grandmother was easy on the song, she would sing,
And she sang to support everyone around.
And that song flowed, flew across the expanse
In spite of the war, and hunger with misfortune,
She taught us herself: “Do not believe the conversations,
That everyone is dissatisfied with their fate.
“There is water in the well, and there is a loaf of bread,
And apples, and a field with a swan,
And if there is no water, a lot of snow will melt,
The order in the house is just golden.
And they always lived like that, and there was happiness in the house,
She taught us - "Be good!",
And grandchildren, and children madly loved everyone,
But somehow she told me: "I'm going to die."
“I am not afraid of death, because you are my inheritance,
I bequeath to you - to do good!
I remember forever, I remember from childhood
Words ... simple, spindles ... thread ...

white sail

White sail on blue sky
Visible to everyone from afar.
He is born by the lapping of the sea from the storm,
He was born like a river from a drop.
Anyone can see the white sail
A mysterious breeze drives you
You are rushing across the gray sea
In a halo of sparkling splashes.
You fly full of dreams
Illuminated by the light of the day
Before you is the path of searching,
Won't you take me with you...

Full name of the educational institution:(including the region and locality) Perm Territory city of Perm Municipal Autonomous General Educational Institution "Secondary School No. 28"

Subject: Extracurricular reading

Topic: Writers of our region for children.

Class: 2

Educational and methodological support:, Boykin's reading. Work programs. 1-4 classes. Moscow: Prosveshchenie, 2013 Lesson developments in literary reading for EMC "School of Russia" Moscow: Vako 2013 Literary reading. Textbook. Grade 2 (compiled by ,) Moscow: Enlightenment, 2013

Lesson Implementation Time: 45 minutes

The purpose of the lesson: to acquaint students with the works of Perm writers, with biographies of Perm writers; to form interest in books, desire and ability to consciously choose and read them

Lesson objectives:

Educational

to expand students' understanding of the literature of their native land,

learn how to work with books

develop the ability to think and feel,

to formulate a steady interest in books,

Develop the habit of deep reading.

Educational

Develop students' speech

the ability to understand and verbally express one's own attitude to the work,

Artistic and creative and cognitive abilities; emotional responsiveness when reading works.

Educational

nurture a sense of love, respect for the native land

Enrich the moral experience and develop the moral feelings of students.

introduce children to literature as the art of the word, to understand what makes literature fiction,

Lesson type: Lesson in learning new knowledge

Lesson form: Lesson - dramatization

Equipment:

An exhibition of books by Perm writers, an exhibition of books written by students, an exhibition of drawings, portraits of writers, a map of the Perm Territory.

Preliminary work:

Reading stories, fairy tales, poems of Permian writers, illustrating favorite works, trying a pen: creating your own books, participating in a poetry competition, meeting with writers: A. Zelenin, A. Polyanskaya

Lesson Plan:

During the classes

1. Organizational moment

2. Setting the goal and objectives of the lesson. Motivation of educational activity of students.

Poem(read by a student in Russian national costume)

« In the native land"

Everything for you in your native land!
You are the happiest in the world
In the gardens the starlings sing to you,
The May wind is with you.

Hare in sunny spring
Breaks into your window
And how many forest berries
You will collect in a basket in the summer.

Sweet honey in a fragrant hive
A bee has been saving up for you all summer.
Meet the New Year with you
Your forest guest is a Christmas tree.

They are waiting for you in your beloved country
Hiking, games and science.
And every step you take
Her caring hands!

F. Trutneva

Evgenia Fedorovna Trutneva (1884-1959). Famous children's poetess. She was raised by foster parents.
After graduating from a gymnasium in Perm in 1904, she worked in the office of the Perm railway, as a secretary and class teacher in the Perm women's gymnasium named after her. Since 1931, she worked at the Pedagogical Institute, first as a librarian, then as a laboratory assistant at the department.

She began writing poetry in her high school years.
During the Great Patriotic War, in charge of the literary part of the Perm Puppet Theater, she wrote for him the plays "Behind Enemy Lines" and "Fairy Tale". During her lifetime, more than 40 collections of her poems were published: “Gift”, “Snow City”, “Motherland”, “Victory”, “Path”, “Mushrooms”, “In the Native Land”, “Seasons”, “At the Golden Ear ”, “My calendar”, etc.

Teacher:Perm region, Kama region- this is a large, rich region, part of the country, which is called Russia. To love your land, you need to know it, study it. You can study in different ways. This is what scientists do. And we will try to look at our native Kama region through the eyes of children's writers. Each of them in his own way expresses his love for our great and small Motherland. Let this love find a response in your soul.

3. Actualization of knowledge.

Teacher: Name the writers of the Perm Territory and their works that you read (Children's answers)

Teacher:"Captain Ko-Ko and the green glass", "Yasha Bubenchikov", "Shoes", "House with a bell", "Astrologer". Who wrote these works?

4. Primary assimilation of new knowledge.

Biography. Born on January 6, 1928 in the village of Zadorino, Parfenevsky district, Kostroma region. He lost his father in the early 1930s, spent his early childhood in the village with a peasant grandmother, studied at school at the Nikolo-Poloma station, where his mother worked as a teacher. During the war, he left the eighth grade and worked as a tractor driver, then he studied for one year at the art and industrial school in the village of Krasnoe-on-Volga, in 1946 he moved to the Leningrad Construction College, combined his studies with work. After defending his diploma, he worked at construction sites in Siberia, Ukraine, Kazakhstan, Perm. Since 1969, he has been exclusively engaged in creative work for children and youth. Compiled several collections: "Get up, Mitenka!" "Shanezhka" "Door in the Meadow" "Vereshok" "One Hundred Silver Horses" "Lucky Pearls" Awarded with Orders of the Badge of Honor, medals "For Valiant Labor in the Great Patriotic War", "Veteran of Labour". Honored Worker of Culture. The Perm Regional Children's Library bears the name.

The return of the elephant(read by 7 students in masks of fairy-tale characters).
Under the burning sun
From the slope
On the slope
Goes through the mountains
Traveler Elephant.
He passed all the lands
I saw all the countries
Broom sweeping
Sidewalks in Madrid
At the port of Istanbul
Ships loaded,
But everywhere, but throughout the house, he was sad.
And finally, he really missed,
I bought a suitcase and got ready for the road.
And here he is walking
Ears shake -
Relatives and friends
Brings gifts.
And the homeland

Getting closer every minute
And the mountain slopes
Down and down...
And the path is over!
And by the bright river
A crowd of fellow countrymen meet the Elephant.

They hug him and rock him
And he them -
Everyone, everyone! -
Gives as a gift.
The elephant brings perfume and earrings,
Elephant - a briefcase with a primer and boots,
Giraffe - a coat in a golden cage,
And Behemoth - with a pom-pom cap.
And everyone is grateful, everyone is quite happy,

But here it comes out:
- Sorry! What about me?
And don't I? -
Suddenly out of nowhere
And the gray Mouse squeaked plaintively.
And immediately the Elephant became quiet and embarrassed.
- How shameless I am! he said.
And took off his jacket
And felt the pocket
And with his trunk wide open the suitcase,
And slammed again
And sat side by side
And sadly said:
- The suitcase is empty!
And everyone freaked out...

But here in full mouth
The Behemoth shouted to the sad crowd:
- Think, grief!
Well, is it worth it, brothers,
Are we so worried about the Mouse?
After all, we are GIANTS!
And the mouse is barely visible.
But the Elephant whispered:
- Don't worry, old man.
The mouse is not worse than you, Behemoth!
She, gray, is also a gift to hunt.
And I correct my mistake
I'm leaving friends and family again.

And so he got up
Wearily sighed
Trunk, like a hand, waved
And moved again to foreign lands,
For distant mountains
And beyond the seas.
He left!
And away from home again
That the streets were chalked, then loaded the ships.
Under him the ship ladders crackled,
The clouds frightened him with bad weather,
He knew no rest
No respite
And - earned a gift for the Mouse!
But only now he bought
Not clothes
And not spirits
And the harmonica!
And he played
And patted his ears
And happily grunted,
And rushed to the house.
He walked and laughed!
He walked and trumpeted:
- Good gift
I bought a mouse!
Now it will be nice and fun for everyone,
Now I'm walking home for good!

Skomoroshina "Great, matchmaker"(two students in costumes of Russian men participate)

Hello, matchmaker!

Yes, I say, great, matchmaker!

Yes, I went to sell a goat.

Well, how is the bridegroom doing?

They gave three rubles, but it seemed cheap - they didn’t give it back.

And how does the matchmaker Vanyukha live?

Yes, I say, how does the matchmaker Vanyukha live?

How about sniffing tobacco? Smelled recently.

Are you, matchmaker, overgrown with a very beard?

Tobacco - come on? No, matchmaker, I've been sniffing for forty years - I'm used to it.

And what, matchmaker, did he marry his son?

I bought a turnip, a whole bag.

Is the dream good?

Is the snooze good?

Not too badass. The winter is long - the guys will eat.

You, matchmaker, have become completely deaf?

No, my son arrived on two, and I on one: I became old - I have no strength.

Yes, you, matchmaker, do not you hear at all?

A? No, matchmaker, even though it's late, I'll go home, I won't spend the night.

Well, matchmaker, we've talked. Goodbye!

Yes, I say goodbye!

Cho, come on? OK OK! Now both with the son we will stop by!

Teacher: Nikita and Bogdan showed us a buffoon, and it was recorded by a famous Permian scientist, collector of folklore

Biography

Folk works of folklore have survived to this day thanks to

collectors of folklore. One of these scientists was Ivan Vasilievich

Zyryanov. He was very fond of his native land, his native Prikamye, and of course his native village of Romanikha, Krasnovishersky district. Ivan Vasilyevich is known as a collector of Ural folklore, songs, ditties, fairy tales, jokes, fables, buffoons in the Kama region. He taught at the Perm Pedagogical Institute. He published several folklore collections: "Vishera ditties". "Lyrical folk songs", "Ural ditties about love", "Cherdyn wedding", "The old man's secret", "Tales", "Buffoons".

Teacher: Tell children, do you like riddles?

Biography. More than forty years ago, a book appeared in the shops of the city of Perm, the circulation of which was one hundred thousand copies, but it was sold out instantly. It was called "One Hundred Riddles". It was composed by Perm poet Boris Shirshov. Boris Valentinovich Shirshov (1923-1973) was born in the Irkutsk region, but most of his life was spent in Perm. He left here only to the front. In the war, Shirshov commanded a machine-gun platoon, was wounded. Returned to Perm. All of his books were printed here.

Riddles from the book of B. Shirshov(two students read)

If you let him off the leash,

He will fly away from you beyond the clouds. (Balloon)

At the fence I walked barefoot

And scalded with green boiling water. (Nettle)

With great willingness inhales the dust,

But not sick, not sneezing. (Vacuum cleaner)

toothy saw

Went into the dense forest

Walked around the whole forest

Didn't cut anything. (Comb)

By black white
They write every now and then
Rubbed with a rag

Clear page. (blackboard)

I'm from home beyond the threshold
Only one step took a step,
The door closed behind
There is no path ahead of me.
I'm at home - and not at home,
Between heaven and earth,
Guess what, friends:
Where am I? (On the balcony)

I don't look like a horse
And I have a seat.
There are spokes. They confess
Not suitable for knitting.
Not an alarm clock, not a tram,
But I'm calling and you know. (bike)

behind the trees, bushes
The flame flashed quickly
Flashed, ran
There is no smoke or fire. (fox)

Walks across the sky
Painter without brushes.
brown paint
Colors people (Sun)

Blowed bubbles
Foam climbed up -
And he was gone.
All of it is gone (soap)

At the halt helped us:
I cooked soup, baked potatoes.
It's good for hiking
Yes, you can't take it with you. (bonfire)

In our kitchen all year round
Santa Claus lives in the closet. (fridge)

Teacher wrote many poems for adults, but there are also poems that he wrote especially for children. One of these poems is called "Liars".(read by two boys dressed as fishermen)

Two anglers, two liars

Sat by the river.

One of them caught a loach

Peskarika is another.

The bush of fishermen divided,

Spready, thick,

And the first liar did not see

Who was caught by the second.

The second one did not see in any way,

Whom the neighbor dragged

And he shouted: - I have a pike perch!

Almost like a crocodile.

Here the first, praising a friend,

Answered: - You are strong!

And I killed the chub!

With a log, perhaps, he is!

Let me take a look! one said

Another said: - Don't you dare!

Don't come near me now

You'll scare away all the chub!

Let's eat better

I am your neighbor...

The first one answered: - I won't let you go.

Where there is noise, there is no bite ...

The sunset faded and faded

Above the forest across the river.

Time to go! - one said.

Come on, said another.

Don't hide your catches

Let the bastards go home...

I walked the path first,

Behind me is my brother.

Teacher: Look closely at the portrait. Do you recognize this writer?

Biography of Mamin - Siberian Many years ago, the remarkable Russian writer Dmitry Narkisovich Mamin-Sibiryak lived in the Urals. He called himself a Siberian because he knew well and passionately loved his native lands - the Urals and Siberia. The Ural Mountains stretch for hundreds of kilometers. Here, in 1852, in the factory village of Visimo-Shaitansk, Mamin-Sibiryak was born. The Mamin family lived modestly. The father was a priest. For many years he taught children at the village school for free. Mitya helped his mother with the housework, nursed his younger sister. Mitya dreamed that someday he would tell about the life of the people, write books about his native Urals. Mamin-Sibiryak wrote many wonderful stories for kids and teenagers. And although many years have passed since then, their children still read with interest.

5. Primary fastening.

Guess the riddle, tell the story.(Assignments are read by two students in turn)

Cross-eyed, small In a gray fur coat, in felt boots (hare) "The Tale of the Brave Hare ..."

In summer he walks without a road near pines and birches,

And in winter he sleeps in a den, hides his nose from the frost (bear) "The Tale of Komar Komarovich"

Between the trees lay a pillow with needles,

She lay quietly, then suddenly ran away (hedgehog) "Smarter than everyone"

Naughty boy in a gray coat

The crumbs darting around the yard collects (sparrow) "The Tale of Sparrow Vorobeich"

Flies, squeaks, drags long legs,

The case will not miss: sit down and bite (mosquito). "The Tale of Komar Komarovich"

The whole day flies, everyone gets bored

The night will come, then it will stop (fly) "The Tale of How the Last Fly Lived"

Toothy, furry. As it starts, the song sings (cat) "The Tale of the Voronushka"

Who walks gloomy and hungry in the cold autumn? (wolf) "The Tale of the Brave Hare..."

6. Reflection

Teacher: So our lesson has come to an end. And we will end our meeting with a song.

The song "Hello, my Motherland"(performs the whole class)

1. The sun rises in the morning,

Calls everyone to the street

I leave the house:

"Hello, my street!"

2. I sing in the sky

Birds sing to me

Herbs whisper to me on the way:

"Hurry, my friend, grow up"

3. I answer the herbs,

I answer the winds

I answer the sun

"Hello, my Motherland"

Bibliography:

1. "Buffoons" - Perm: Book publishing house, 1984

2. L. Kuzmin “One eccentric walked ...” - Perm book publishing house, 1973

3. -Siberian Stories and fairy tales (Compiled by Moscow "Children's Literature", 1977

4. -Siberian "Alyonushka's Tales" - Moscow "Children's Literature", 1986

5. "In the native land" Poems. - Perm: Book publishing house, 1954

6. "One Hundred Riddles" - Perm: Book Publishing House, 1962

7. "Literature of the Kama region" Reader for elementary school (compiled by,) - Perm: Book World, 2001

8. "Writers of the Perm region" Bibliographic reference book (compiled) - Perm book publishing house, 1985

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Tatyana Malygina
Literary evening "I am proud of my Motherland"

Literary evening"I proud of my country»

Goals: to cultivate a sense of patriotism, pride in the country, instill a sense of love for native land to cultivate respect for the older generation.

Decor: drawings, poems, story about Yu's homeland. Yakovlev, collections of poems by A. Tarkhanov, M. Shulgin, M. Vagatova, R. Rugin.

The song sounds "Where does it begin Motherland»

Event progress.

Leading:

In a big country, each person has his own little corner - a village, a street, a house where he was born. This is his little motherland. And from the many such small different corners our common, great Motherland.

Motherland starts at your doorstep. She is huge and beautiful.

Motherland is always with you wherever you live. And everyone has one. How is your mom.

Motherland is the mother of its people. She is proud of her sons and daughters, takes care of them; and comes to the rescue, gives strength.

We love motherland. And love motherland means to live one life with her.

Wide is my native land,

There are many forests, fields and rivers in it.

I do not know such an arc of the country,

Where a man breathes so freely.

Grigory Lazarev.

Sun of happiness and freedom

shines my motherland.

Russian, Khanty - all peoples,

We are friends like one family.

Russian, Khanty, Nenets - brothers

We are equal in our rights

We are all happy in the arms

Our mother country.

E. Trutneva "In the native land!"

How good it is in your native land!

You are the happiest person in the world.

In the gardens the starlings sing to you,

A warm wind is with you,

Hare in sunny spring

Breaks into your window

Sweet honey in a fragrant hive!

And how many forest berries

Will you gather in a basket in the summer?

Sweet honey in a fragrant hive

A bee has been saving up for you all summer.

Meet the new year with you

Your forest guest is a Christmas tree.

They are waiting for you in your beloved country

Hiking, games and science,

And every step you take

Her caring hands!

Leading: A. M. Sengepov "Ma muyam"

Mons lamp anya muv

Ar takhin vantsum ma.

An pa vantsum tamas move-

ma samemn isa luv.

Vasum Voshn, crucian rapn,

Muipa saing seuras pann.

Rat movie, nangat namlam,

Samem khusya isa tailem.

Khanty ohlan ishki muv,

towi ity sying luv.

Rusyang, hangteng, lehsang move

Arsar tas sea tile luv.

Asev lamp wutang muv:

Wentang, hulang, tasyang luv

Lascam samoop hunttang move

MA Samemn Isa luv.

N. Polyakova « my motherland»

-What means: my motherland?

You will ask. I will answer:

From the beginning of the path the earth

Runs towards you.

Then the garden will beckon you

Fragrant branch each.

Then you will see a slender line

Multi-storey houses.

Then the blue bus

And the train is long, long

The train leaves the edge of the steppe

With title: Virgin.

Then the wheat fields

From end to end.

All this - your homeland,

Your native land.

The older you get and the stronger

The more in front of you

She enticing ways

Reveal confidently.

A. Prokofiev

Out of the world Motherland is dearer.

Sounds like "Song about Kazym"

Leading:

I love cedar thickets

And steep native shores

And sledges in the wake of the departing

In the silent distance of snow.

Mikul Shulgin

Winter forest

In silver fire

My cedar forest

He reached the gray skies with his head.

He's chest deep in snow

Like a white hare.

And he suits

Moonlight like chalk.

He's just a forest

He is the universal bridge;

Crowns here in the ground

The crowns are there, among the stars.

The forest froze,

Like waiting for a miracle

Its long rumble goes through the trunks.

Chu! deer run,

Loud talking all of a sudden.

Hey, sit down, I'll give you a ride!

Hey, don't hesitate, friend!

I. Nikitin "Noise, noise, green forest"

Leading: I. Ernykhov "Ma muvyam"

Wusty karup vanshet,

Nersi hashup ppanat,

Nuvi seyup repat-

Isa manem moslat.

Longsing Pitum Wenshi

Lap kivartum sumat,

Mui huramat waitlan

Tamas yuhat throw yourself!

Nyara pitum sumatle,

Wary honang nangk pai,

Lor vut pelak ekhum,

Vasya pa uvang pusl.

yuhan honang kertat,

Sangkhm khapat vlshat -

Sit ma muvem takhet,

Sam pitum move.

Leading: Our country is wide and boundless. The varied nature of our the edges: Plains and mountains, forests and steppes, lakes and rivers

Prokopy Saltykov "North"

lakes, lakes,

Lakes without end

Blue buckets,

The water is blue.

Yes, thickets are rare

Curly in a flash

May you be poor, north,

Grass and leaves.

Let me take you as a friend

Snowstorms and blizzards

Snowy land.

And yet, and yet

You're the most loved one.

Comrade harsh,

my father dear

"Swans"

Shining with its snow plumage,

A wild flock stretches to the north.

I hear in a soft longing cry,

It can be seen that their native side is dearer to them

Paradise of someone else's, cheerful paradise ...

Sounds funny Khanty "Song of the Mouse"

Leading:

We love to laugh

Ride on sleds, on white snow in winter

And honestly, from a big frost

We go home reluctantly

Let the red sun

We shine in the window

Rays touches the eyes

We are children of the north

On our planet

We have a lot of friends.

Roman Rugin "Thought of the North"

Ivan Surikov "Childhood"

Here is my village

Here is my home

Here I am on a sled

Uphill steep.

Here the sled turned

And I'm on my side - bang!

head over heels

Downhill, into a snowdrift.

And boy friends

Standing over me

They laugh merrily at my misfortune.

All face and hands

Made me snow...

Me in a snowdrift, grief,

And the guys laugh.

Leading:

Quiz

1. Name our motherland?

2. Name the capital of our Motherland?

3. What do you imagine when they say a word « Motherland?»

4. Competition "Remember proverbs"

5. How will you answer question: "What means my motherland» ?

6. An excerpt from a poem:

Mons lamp anya muv

Ar takhin vantsum ma.

An pa vantsum tamas move-

7. Name the writers and poets who write about Motherland?

8. Translate words into Khanty language:

(river, lake, water, sky)

Leading:

T. Teneva "Veterans"

These people are fallen leaves...

They can no longer fly up on the branches.

Though wise and transcendent thoughts -

Obvious and everyday death.

They contain fragments of forgotten battles,

They contain excerpts from the book of fate ...

Time has cast them out of steel.

Is their feat ridiculous?

Defended. Saved. revived.

All peoples managed to unite.

Where else did they love the Fatherland so much,

To pay for love with life?

I look into these honest faces

With a sense of vague guilt.

And I want to bow to the ground

Generation of terrible war.

Their fatal winds carried:

Here, by chance, brought here ...

Old people are the conscience of Russia

They fall off... But they sprouted in us.

I love you the expanse of the epic land,

Your lakes and rivers are blue.

Mountains of darkness and whiteness of the plain,

High forest and low grass.

The song sounds “How great that we are all gathered here”.

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research development

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study OR development

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study NOT development

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# study

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Approximate word search

For an approximate search, you need to put a tilde " ~ " at the end of a word in a phrase. For example:

bromine ~

The search will find words such as "bromine", "rum", "prom", etc.
You can optionally specify the maximum number of possible edits: 0, 1, or 2. For example:

bromine ~1

The default is 2 edits.

Proximity criterion

To search by proximity, you need to put a tilde " ~ " at the end of a phrase. For example, to find documents with the words research and development within 2 words, use the following query:

" research development "~2

Expression relevance

study ^4 development

By default, the level is 1. Valid values are a positive real number.

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