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Ilyina three trips to read. The poetic text of the epic "Ilya's three trips"

Ilya traveled across an open field, defending Rus' from enemies from a young age to old age. The good old horse was good, his Burushka-Kosmatushka. The tail of Burushka is three seedlings, the mane is to the knees, and the wool is three spans. He did not look for a ford, he did not wait for a ferry, he jumped over the river with one leap. He saved the old Ilya Muromets hundreds of times from death. Not fog rises from the sea, not white snows turn white in the field, Ilya Muromets rides through the Russian steppe. His little head turned white, his curly beard, his clear gaze clouded: - Oh, you, old age, you, old age! You caught Ilya in an open field, flew in like a black crow! Oh, youth, youthful youth! You flew away from me like a clear falcon!

Ilya drives up to three paths, a stone lies at the crossroads, and on that stone it is written: “Whoever goes to the right will be killed, who will go to the left, he will become rich, and who will go straight, he will be married.” Ilya Muromets pondered: - What do I, an old man, need wealth for? I have no wife, no children, no one to wear a colored dress, no one to spend the treasury. Should I go, where should I be married? What am I, an old man, to marry? It’s not good for me to take a young woman, but to take an old woman, so lie on the stove and slurp jelly. This old age is not for Ilya Muromets. I'll go along the path where the dead man will be. I'll die in an open field, like glorious hero! And he went along the road where the dead man would be. As soon as he drove three miles, forty robbers attacked him.

They want to drag him off his horse, they want to rob him, kill him to death. And Ilya shakes his head, saying: - Hey you, robber, you have nothing to kill me for and there is nothing to rob from me. All I have is a marten coat worth five hundred rubles, a sable hat worth three hundred rubles, and a bridle worth five hundred rubles, and a Cherkasy saddle worth two thousand. Well, a blanket of seven silks, sewn with gold and large pearls. Yes, between the ears of Burushka is a gemstone. On autumn nights it burns like the sun, it is light three miles from it. Moreover, perhaps, there is a horse Burushka - so he has no price all over the world. Because of such smallness, is it worth chopping off the head of an old man?! The ataman of the robbers got angry: - It is he who is mocking us! Oh, you old devil, gray wolf! You talk a lot! Hey guys, chop off his head!

Ilya jumped off Burushka-Kosmatushka, grabbed a hat from a gray-haired head, and began to wave his hat: where he waved it, there would be a street, if he brushed it off, there was an alley. For one stroke, ten robbers lie, for the second - and there are no twenty in the world! The ataman of the robbers begged: - Do not beat us all, old hero! You take from us gold, silver, colored clothes, herds of horses, just leave us alive! Ilya Muromets grinned: - If I took a gold treasury from everyone, I would have full cellars. If I had taken a colored dress, there would have been high mountains behind me. If I had taken good horses, great herds would have chased after me. The robbers say to him: - One red sun in the white world - there is only one such hero in Rus', Ilya Muromets! You come to us, hero, as comrades, you will be our chieftain! “Oh, brother-robbers, I won’t go to your comrades, and you will go to your places, to your homes, to your wives, to your children, you will stand by the roads, shed innocent blood.

He turned his horse and galloped away Ilya. He returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: “I went to the right path, I was not killed!” - Well, I'll go now, where to be married! As Ilya drove three miles, he drove to a forest clearing. There are golden-domed towers, silver gates are wide open, roosters are singing on the gates. Ilya drove into a wide courtyard, twelve girls ran out to meet him, among them a beautiful queen. - Welcome, Russian hero, come into my high tower, drink sweet wine, eat bread and salt, fried swans! The princess took him by the hand, led him to the tower, and seated him at the oak table. They brought Ilya sweet honey, overseas wine, fried swans, cereal rolls ... She fed the hero to drink, began to persuade him: - You are tired from the road, tired, lie down to rest on a hemp bed, on a downy feather bed. The princess took Ilya to the sleeping chamber, and Ilya goes and thinks: “It’s not for nothing that she is affectionate with me: what a simple Cossack, old grandfather, is more royal! It looks like she's up to something."

Ilya sees that there is a chiseled gilded bed against the wall, painted with flowers, guessed that the bed is with cunning. Ilya grabbed the princess and threw her on the bed against the boarded wall. The bed turned, and the stone cellar opened, and the princess fell down there. Ilya got angry: - Hey you, nameless servants, bring me the keys to the cellar, otherwise I will cut off your heads! - Oh, grandfather unknown, we have never seen the keys, we will show you the passages to the cellars. They took Ilya to deep dungeons; Ilya found the cellar doors; they were covered with sands, covered with thick oaks. Ilya dug up the sands with his hands, crushed the oaks with his feet, opened the cellar doors. And there sit forty kings-princesses, forty kings-princes and forty Russian heroes. That's why the queen beckoned to her golden-domed chambers! Ilya says to the kings and heroes: - You go, kings, to your lands, and you, heroes, to your places and remember Ilya of Muromets. If not for me, you would have laid down your heads in a deep cellar.

Pulled Ilya by the braids White light queen and cut off her evil head. And then Ilya returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: “I drove straight, never been married.” - Well, now I'll go to the path where the rich can be. As soon as he drove three miles, he saw a large stone weighing three hundred pounds. And on that stone it is written: “Whoever can roll a stone, to be rich.” - Ilya strained, rested his feet, went knee-deep into the ground, succumbed with his mighty shoulder - rolled the stone from its place. A deep cellar was opened under the stone - countless riches: silver, gold, large pearls, and yachts! Loaded Ilya Burushka with expensive treasury and took her to Kyiv-grad. He built three stone churches there, so that there was somewhere to escape from enemies, to sit out from the fire. The rest of the silver-gold, he distributed pearls to widows, orphans, he did not leave himself a penny. Then he sat down on Burushka, went to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new inscription: "I went to the left - I have never been rich." Here Ilya forever glory and honor went, and our story reached the end.

The poetic epic tells about the famous trip of the Russian hero Ilya Muromets.

About how he saw the inscriptions at the crossroads and, not being afraid, went along the road that death foretold.

But the glorious hero overcame all obstacles and changed the inscription, indicating that he was there, remained alive, cleared the way, that is, now you can go there.

In a prosaic retelling of the continuation of the epic, the following two trips of the young man are told.

First, he went on the road that announced marriage.

Having driven into the yard, he saw that 12 girls greeted him very joyfully.

Among them was a beautiful princess.

But, being wise, Ilya Muromets did not believe in such an affectionate and reverent attitude towards him.

When they put him to bed, he began to wonder what this girl was up to.

Then he grabbed her and threw her on the bed against the wall, the door to the basement opened and the princess fell in there.

And then Ilya understood everything. As it turned out, a lot of people who wanted to get married languished in the basement.

The hero released them all and sent them to their homes and native lands.

And he killed the princess so that he would not harm anyone else.

And no one succeeded.

As it turned out, Muromets was the strongest of those who wanted to get rich.

He moved the stone and saw under it a cellar with unprecedented riches.

With this money, he built 3 churches, and distributed the rest to the needy and kept a little for himself.

After that, Ilya Muromets changed the inscription on the stone, indicating that the road to the left no longer promises wealth.

What epic events could actually happen? Write it down.

I believe that a meeting of a hero with robbers can be quite real.

After all, Russian soldiers had to fight with them more than once.

Also real is a meeting with an unscrupulous princess.

Meanness has always been inherent in some people.

I also believe that the construction of the church could well have been a real event.

Also, Ilya could help those in need, because all the real heroes stood out with this.

Find in the epic and write down the words that describe the appearance of Ilya Muromets.

In the poetic epic there are the following words that speak about the appearance of Ilya Muromets: “a helmet shone in forty thousand”, “stones shone - yachts”, “hero”.

In the prosaic part of the epic, the following words are present that describe the appearance of the hero: “mighty shoulder”, “Russian hero”.

Write out from the textbook (p. 20 No 6) those character traits that you consider the main

I looked in the textbook on page 20, in task No6, the proposed character traits of Ilya Muromets.

I think that the main ones are: brave and courageous, because he was not afraid of anything and, first of all, went on the road that was meant for death;

wise, clever and cunning, because Ilya was able to "catch" the evil intentions of the princess and force her to fall into his own trap;

strong, because he was able to defeat the robbers and lift a stone that was beyond the power of others;

fair, because he killed the evil girl so that she would not harm anyone else;

disinterested, because the hero built 3 churches for his people with the wealth he received and distributed a lot of good to those in need;

capable of compassion, because he released all the captives of the princess and ordered them to return to their lands.

And such traits as stupid, cowardly, greedy do not suit Ilya Muromets at all.

But I believe that Ilya did this so that others would not suffer at their hands.

After all, it is not known how many more good souls would have fallen into their network.

Find and write down the words that seemed unusual to you. For example, the night is dark - dark, wealth is countless

When I read the epic, I found words for myself in both verse and prose that seemed unusual to me.

For example, on the first trip, these are the following words: “red of the sun”, “clear of the month”, “night cloud”, “clearly - clearly raised”, “low bushes”,

“flint pebbles”, “crystal crosses”, “damask armor”, “above estimates”, “hot arrow”, “torn Kryakovsky oak”, “cuttings and slivers”, “traveled the road”.

In the retelling of the next two trips, the following words are unusual for me: “golden-domed towers”, “groiny kalachi”, “he succumbed with his shoulder, “countless riches”, “not a penny”.

Compose a story about the hero Ilya Muromets. Write down the key words that you use in your story.

Ilya Muromets is a glorious hero of the Russian land.

He is distinguished by his wisdom, courage and strength.

He can handle any obstacles, even those that no one could overcome before.

Ilya Muromets became famous for three famous trips.

It was in them that he showed all the uniqueness of the heroic spirit.

He never looked for easy ways, so when he had a choice: to die, get married or become rich, Ilya first of all went along the road that promises death.

But thanks to his unprecedented power and strength, he defeated all the robbers, which were the "carriers of death."

Then he went on a journey that announced a marriage.

But even here the Russian hero did not relax and did not lose his vigilance.

He was able to predict that the princess is not only beautiful, but also cunning.

Ilya, thanks to his wisdom, figured out the trap and freed all its captives.

And so that the princess could no longer harm anyone, Muromets cut off her head.

Then Ilya Muromets went on the road that was intended for enrichment.

It is worth noting that since this road was the last on the journey, it means that wealth is far from the main thing for the hero.

This shows Ilya's lack of thirst for enrichment.

And here the fellow showed all the strength of the heroic.

He was able to do something that no one had previously been able to do - he moved the stone.

Under the stone, he discovered a cellar in which there were a lot of jewelry.

Thanks to this, Ilya Muromets was able to build 3 churches and help the poor and needy.

And he left a small part for himself, which speaks of his generosity, and regret to others.

Ilya Muromets - kind and selfless, brave and strong, wise and unshakable!

Key words that I used in my story:

glorious hero, wisdom, courage, strength, barriers, power, enrichment, vigilance, generosity.

Write down your plan or use this one.

1. The first feat of the hero.

2. The second feat of the hero.

3. The third feat of the hero.

4. Ilya Muromets - defender of the Russian land

This plan does not quite sparingly reveal the plot of the epic, so I used my own:

1) Ilya Muromets is a glorious hero.

2) Mortal way

3) Sinister Bride

4) Wealth under the stone

5) Good deeds

6) Best Features hero

Which version of the epic (prose or verse) did you like more? Read both versions of the epic aloud to each other. In what case can the melodiousness of the work be conveyed?

Choose one of the answer options:

Option 1. I like the poetic version of the epic more than the prose.

Facilities artistic expressiveness it well conveys the character, the mood of the characters and the atmosphere of events.

Option 2. I like the prose version of the epic more than the poetic version.

There are too many means of artistic expression in poetry, which prevents me from perceiving the essence of events.

In prose everything is more clear, there is nothing superfluous, although there are artistic elements, but in moderation.

Option 3. I liked both versions equally.

In the poetic version, the means of artistic expression well convey the character, mood of the characters and the atmosphere of events.

And in the prosaic version, there is more emphasis on the essence of events. But I like the one and the other version of the epic equally.

The melodiousness is more conveyed by the verse epic, since the prose is intended for the usual story about the event.

Write down how epics were performed in the old days (they were sung or told). What musical instruments were used?

Epics in the old days, as a rule, sang.

And in order to make the sound more beautiful, this was accompanied by playing a musical instrument called a gusli.

Also, I read that spoons, bells and whistles were also used.

How are the heroes different from the heroes of fairy tales? Write down your thoughts.

Scientists have proven that, unlike the heroes of fairy tales, heroes actually existed.

They really distinguished themselves by their strength and kindness, they defended their people and their land, served the prince and went on campaigns.

A fairytale heroes did not exist in reality.

Perhaps they had a real protopit, but no one can know. That's why she's a fairy tale.

What stories would you like to read? Mark with a "+".

Once I watched a cartoon, and now I want to compare how events are described in writing.

You can also add your own options to this answer.

Find the epic "Ilya's Three Trips" in the library. Write in which collection it is placed.

I found an epic in the collection Onega Epics.

Also in the library there is a large collection, which is called “Epics”, there I also found “Ilya's three trips”.

As the librarian said, this work is still in many different collections.

Ilya drove across the open field, defended Rus' from enemies from a young age to old age. The good old horse was good, his little Burushka-Kosmatushka. The tail of Burushka is three fathoms, the mane is to the knees, and the wool is three spans. He did not look for a ford, he did not wait for a ferry, he jumped over the river with one leap. He saved the old Ilya Muromets hundreds of times from death.

Not fog rises from the sea, not white snows turn white in the field, Ilya Muromets rides across the Russian steppe. His little head turned white, his curly beard, his clear gaze clouded.

Oh, you old age, you old age! You caught Ilya in an open field, flew in like a black crow! Oh, youth, youthful youth! You flew away from me like a clear falcon!

Ilya drives up to three paths, a stone lies at the crossroads, and on that stone it is written: “Whoever goes to the right - to be killed, who goes to the left - to be rich, and whoever goes straight - to be married.”

Ilya Muromets pondered:

What do I, an old man, need wealth for? I have no wife, no children, no one to wear a colored dress, no one to spend the treasury. Should I go, where should I be married? What am I, an old man, to marry? It’s not good for me to take a young woman, but to take an old woman, so lie on the stove and slurp jelly. This old age is not for Ilya Muromets. I'll go along the path where the dead man will be. I will die in an open field, like a glorious hero!

And he went along the road where the dead man would be.

As soon as he drove three miles, forty robbers attacked him. They want to drag him off his horse, they want to rob him, kill him to death. And Ilya shakes his head, says:

Hey, you robbers, you have nothing to kill me for, and I have nothing to rob. All I have is a marten coat worth five hundred rubles, a sable hat worth three hundred rubles, and a bridle worth five hundred rubles, and a Cherkasy saddle worth two thousand. Well, a blanket of seven silks, sewn with gold and large pearls. Yes, between the ears of Burushka is a gem stone. On autumn nights it burns like the sun, it is light three miles from it. Moreover, perhaps, there is a horse Burushka - so he has no price in the whole world. Is it worth cutting off the head of an old man for such smallness?!

The ataman of the robbers got angry:

He is laughing at us! Oh, you old devil, gray wolf! You talk a lot! Hey guys, chop off his head!

Ilya jumped off Burushka-Kosmatushka, grabbed his hat from his gray head, and began to wave his hat: where he waved it, there would be a street, if he waved it off, there was an alley.

For one stroke, ten robbers lie, for the second - and there are no twenty in the world!

The ataman of the robbers pleaded:

Do not beat us all, old hero! You take from us gold, silver, colored clothes, herds of horses, just leave us alive!

Ilya Muromets chuckled:

If only I took a gold treasury from everyone, I would have full cellars. If I had taken a colored dress, there would have been high mountains behind me. If I had taken good horses, great herds would have chased after me.

The robbers say to him:

One red sun in the world - one such hero in Rus', Ilya Muromets! You come to us, hero, as comrades, you will be our chieftain!

Oh, brother robbers, I will not go to your comrades, and you will go to your places, to your homes, to your wives, to your children, you will stand by the roads, shed innocent blood!

He turned his horse and galloped away Ilya. He returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: "I went to the right path - I was not killed!"

Well, I'll go now, where to be married!

As Ilya drove three miles, he drove to a forest clearing. There are golden-domed towers, silver gates are wide open, roosters are singing on the gates. Ilya drove into a wide courtyard, twelve girls ran out to meet him, among them the beautiful princess.

Welcome, Russian hero, come into my high tower, drink sweet wine, eat bread and salt, fried swans!

The princess took him by the hand, led him to the tower, and seated him at the oak table. They brought sweet honey to Ilya, overseas wine, fried swans, cereal rolls ... She fed and fed the hero, began to persuade him:

You are tired from the road, tired, lie down and rest on a board bed, on a downy feather bed.

The princess took Ilya to the sleeping chamber, and Ilya goes and thinks:

It is not for nothing that she is affectionate with me: that the royal is not a simple Cossack, an old grandfather. Clearly she has something on her mind.

Ilya sees that there is a chiseled-gilded bed against the wall, painted with flowers, guessed that the bed is with cunning.

Ilya grabbed the princess and threw her on the bed against the boarded wall. The bed turned, and the stone cellar opened, and the princess fell down there.

Elijah got angry.

Hey you, nameless servants, bring me the keys to the cellar, otherwise I will cut off your heads!

Oh, grandfather unknown, we have never seen the keys, but we will show you the passages to the cellars.

They took Ilya to deep dungeons; Ilya found the doors of the cellar: they were covered with sand, covered with thick oaks. Ilya dug up the sands with his hands, crushed the oaks with his feet, opened the cellar doors. And there sits forty kings-princesses, forty kings-princes and forty Russian heroes.

That's why the queen beckoned to her golden-domed chambers!

Ilya says to the kings and heroes:

You go, kings, to your lands, and you, heroes, to your places and remember Ilya of Muromets. If not for me, you would have laid down your heads in a deep cellar.

Ilya dragged the princess by the braids into the white world and cut off her crafty head.

And then Ilya returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: "I drove straight - I have never been married."

Well, now I'll go to the path where the rich can be. As soon as he drove three miles, he saw a large stone weighing three hundred pounds. And on that stone it is written: "Whoever can roll a stone, to be rich."

Ilya strained, rested his feet, went knee-deep into the ground, succumbed with his mighty shoulder - he turned the stone from its place.

A deep cellar was opened under the stone - untold riches: silver, gold, large pearls, and yachts!

Loaded Ilya Burushka with expensive treasury and took her to Kyiv-grad. He built three stone churches there, so that there was somewhere to escape from enemies, to sit out from the fire. The rest of the silver-gold, he distributed pearls to widows, orphans, he did not leave himself a penny.

Then he sat down on Burushka, went to a white stone, erased the old inscription, inscribed a new inscription: "I went to the left - I have never been rich."

Here Ilya forever glory and honor went, and our story reached the end.

Ilya traveled across an open field, defending Rus' from enemies from a young age to old age.

The good old horse was good, his Burushka-Kosmatushka. The tail of Burushka is three seedlings, the mane is to the knees, and the wool is three spans. He did not look for a ford, he did not wait for a ferry, he jumped over the river with one leap. He saved the old Ilya Muromets hundreds of times from death.

Not fog rises from the sea, not white snows turn white in the field, Ilya Muromets rides through the Russian steppe. His little head turned white, his curly beard, his clear gaze clouded:

Oh, you old age, you old age! You caught Ilya in an open field, flew in like a black crow! Oh, youth, youthful youth! flew away
you are a clear falcon from me!

Ilya drives up to three paths, a stone lies at the crossroads, and on that stone it is written: "Whoever goes to the right - to be killed, whoever goes to the left - to become rich, and whoever goes straight - to be married."

Ilya Muromets pondered:

And he went along the road where the dead man would be.

As soon as he drove three miles, forty robbers attacked him. They want to drag him off his horse, they want to rob him, kill him to death. And Ilya shakes his head, says:

Hey, you robber, you have nothing to kill me for and nothing to rob me of.

All I have is a marten coat worth five hundred rubles, a sable hat worth three hundred rubles, and a bridle worth five hundred rubles, and a Cherkasy saddle worth two thousand. Well, a blanket of seven silks, sewn with gold and large pearls. Yes, between the ears of Burushka is a gemstone. On autumn nights it burns like the sun, it is light three miles from it. Moreover, perhaps, there is a horse Burushka - so he has no price in the whole world.

Because of such smallness, is it worth chopping off the head of an old man?!

The ataman of the robbers got angry:

He is laughing at us! Oh, you old devil, gray wolf! You talk a lot! Hey guys, chop off his head!

Ilya jumped off Burushka-Kosmatushka, grabbed his hat from his gray head, and began to wave his hat: where he waved it, there would be a street, if he waved it off, there was an alley.

For one stroke, ten robbers lie, for the second - and there are no twenty in the world!

The ataman of the robbers pleaded:

Do not beat us all, old hero! You take from us gold, silver, colored clothes, herds of horses, just leave us alive!

Ilya Muromets chuckled:

The robbers say to him:

One red sun in the world - one such hero in Rus', Ilya Muromets!

You come to us, hero, as comrades, you will be our chieftain!

Oh, brother-robbers, I will not go to your comrades, and you will go to your places, to your homes, to your wives, to your children, you will stand by the roads, shed innocent blood.

He turned his horse and galloped away Ilya.

He returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: "I went to the right path - I was not killed!"

Well, I'll go now, where to be married!

As Ilya drove three miles, he drove to a forest clearing. There are golden-domed towers, silver gates are wide open, roosters are singing on the gates.

Ilya drove into a wide courtyard, twelve girls ran out to meet him, among them a beautiful queen.

Welcome, Russian hero, come into my high tower, drink sweet wine, eat bread and salt, fried swans!

The princess took him by the hand, led him to the tower, and seated him at the oak table. They brought Ilya sweet honey, overseas wine, fried swans, cereal rolls ... She fed and fed the hero, began to persuade him:

You are tired from the road, tired, lie down, rest on a board bed, on a downy feather bed.

The princess took Ilya to the sleeping chamber, and Ilya goes and thinks: “It’s not without reason that she is affectionate with me: what a simple Cossack, old grandfather, is the queen! It’s clear that she has something in mind.”

Ilya sees that there is a chiseled gilded bed against the wall, painted with flowers, guessed that the bed is with cunning.

Ilya grabbed the princess and threw her on the bed against the boarded wall. The bed turned, and the stone cellar opened, and the princess fell down there.

Elijah got angry.

Hey you, nameless servants, bring me the keys to the cellar, otherwise I will cut off your heads!

Oh, grandfather unknown, we have never seen the keys, we will show you the passages to the cellars.

They took Ilya to deep dungeons; Ilya found the cellar doors; they were covered with sands, covered with thick oaks. Ilya dug up the sands with his hands, crushed the oaks with his feet, opened the cellar doors. And there sit forty kings-princesses, forty kings-princes and forty Russian heroes.

That's why the queen beckoned to her golden-domed chambers!

Ilya says to the kings and heroes:

You go, kings, to your lands, and you, heroes, to your places and remember Ilya of Muromets. If not for me, you would have laid down your heads in a deep cellar.

Ilya dragged the princess by the braids into the white world and cut off her crafty head.

And then Ilya returned to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new one: "I drove straight - never been married."

Well, now I'll go to the path where the rich can be.

As soon as he drove three miles, he saw a large stone weighing three hundred pounds. And on that stone it is written: "To whom the stone can be rolled, to be rich." - Ilya strained, rested his feet, went knee-deep into the ground, succumbed with his mighty shoulder - rolled the stone from its place.

A deep cellar was opened under the stone - untold riches: silver, gold, large pearls, and yachts!

Loaded Ilya Burushka with expensive treasury and took her to Kyiv-grad. There he built three stone churches, so that there was where to escape from enemies, to sit out from the fire.

The rest of the silver-gold, he distributed pearls to widows, orphans, he did not leave himself a penny.

Then he sat down on Burushka, went to the white stone, erased the old inscription, wrote a new inscription: "I went to the left - I have never been rich."

Here Ilya forever glory and honor went, and our story reached the end.

The epic tells how Ilya Muromets fought the enemy.

What epic events could actually happen? Write it down.

Meeting with the robbers (Tatar-Mongols), the release of prisoners, the construction of churches.

Find in the epic and write down the words that describe the appearance of Ilya Muromets.

The description of the appearance of Ilya Muromets is found only in the epic “Ilya’s three trips”, in the episode when the moon illuminated his military equipment: “The helmet shone in forty thousand ...”, “stones shone”.

Write out from the textbook (p. 20 No. 6) those character traits that you consider the main ones.

Bold, courageous, wise, intelligent, fair, strong, kind, selfless, capable of compassion.

Find and write down the words that seemed unusual to you. For example, the night is dark-dark, wealth is countless,

Slavno-Russian heroes, walking robbers, mallard oak, low bushes, flint pebbles.

Compose a story about the hero Ilya Muromets. Write down the key words that you use in your story.

Love for the native land, stands guard over the Motherland, comes to the aid of its people, saves it from enslavement, the embodiment of the ideal of a courageous, honest person devoted to the Motherland and people, does not fear the untold forces of the enemy, does not even fear death itself.

Ilya Muromets loves native land, stands guard over its borders, in a moment of danger comes to the aid of his people, saves him from enslavement and humiliation. He is the embodiment of the ideal of a courageous, honest, devoted to the Motherland and people of a person. He is not afraid of the innumerable forces of the enemy, he is not afraid even of death itself! Ilya Muromets causes me admiration, joy, faith in the forces of the people. Ilya Muromets is a warrior hero, defender of the Motherland, so he needs to choose the path where the robbers hid. He needs to free this road from evil spirits. Ilya is so strong and smart that any obstacle, even an insurmountable one, is up to him, he will cope with any enemy effortlessly.

Write down your plan or use this one.
The first feat of the hero.
The second feat of the hero.
The third feat of the hero.
Ilya Muromets - defender of the Russian land.

1. The origin of Ilya Muromets, his miraculous recovery.
2. Portrait of Ilya Muromets (appearance and military equipment).
3. The character and actions of Ilya Muromets.
4. My attitude to the hero of epics.

Which version of the epic (prose or verse) did you like more? Read both versions of the epic aloud to each other. In what case can the melodiousness of the work be conveyed?

Poetic. The epic word is especially beautiful, solemn, melodious and poetic. In the epic verse, the rhythm is easily captured, therefore, in the poetic version, the melodiousness of the work can be conveyed.

Write down how epics were performed in the old days (they were sung or told). What musical instruments were used?

Singers-narrators performed epics. Sometime in Ancient Rus' they were called boyans (or button accordions). That's where the name comes from musical instrument. True, epics were never performed to the button accordion, and the name was given to the instrument in the 19th century simply in honor of the old singers. Once upon a time, epics were performed to the measured, unhurried enumeration of the gusli (gusli is a Russian folk plucked multi-stringed instrument like a harp). In the XVIII-XIX centuries, when scientists began to collect and record epics, they were performed, as a rule, without accompaniment.

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