Try to answer the question: “What is our winter like?” Someone will say: “Cold and snowy,” and someone will object: “Not cold and not blizzard at all.” “Beautiful, fluffy and snow-white!” - another will exclaim in admiration.
Our winter is indeed very different. At first glance, every year is the same: snow and frost.
But in fact, if you look closely, it is both cold and thawed, with snowstorms and dripping, snowy and sunny.
And the day is different in winter! The early morning is quiet, inaudible, with the sun shriveled in the frosty blue and the snow crisp. And the evening is long, very long, thoughtful and a little mysterious, as if nature itself was waiting for a fairy tale to appear. And a fairy tale comes, looking into the windows of houses. She carefully creeps up to people from the darkness of the distant forest, from the mysterious light of the moon and the unexpectedly loud cracking of branches in the frozen silence of the night air.
Our winter for poets, musicians, and artists is beautiful, sometimes mischievous, sometimes quiet, like a dream. This is how it appears in A.S. Pushkin, cold, calm and majestic.
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
She came and fell apart; shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees;
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills,
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
Frost flashed...
But there is also something very young and cheerful about winter. Another poet, P. Vyazemsky, welcoming winter, exclaims:
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
Everyone is happy about the pranks of “Mother Winter.” Frost reddens your cheeks and stings your nose. And the snow is light, fluffy and very slippery. The sleds fly along it in such a way that it takes your breath away. Fun in winter. A. A. Blok wrote:
To the naughty grandchildren
Knee-deep snow.
Fun for the kids
Running a fast sled...
They run, laugh,
Making a snow house
They ring loudly
Voices all around...
Poems and music always convey a person’s mood. And the one who writes about nature - with sounds, colors, words - unwittingly endows it with the feelings that he himself experiences. And then the moon in the poems becomes gloomy and angry, and the blizzard looks really mean.
In the evening, do you remember, the blizzard was angry,
There was darkness in the cloudy sky,
The moon is like a pale spot
Through the dark clouds it turned yellow,
And you sat sad...
The storm ceased, light came and Good morning, and we admire along with Pushkin:
And now... look out the window:
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies,
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost,
And the river glitters under the ice.
And another poet, S. A. Yesenin, paints winter a little sad. The lines sound calm and sad.
I'm going. Quiet. Rings are heard
Under the hoof in the snow.
Only gray crows
Made a lot of noise in the meadow...
The horse is galloping, there is a lot of space,
The snow is falling and the shawl is spreading,
Endless road
Runs away like a ribbon into the distance.
Winter is a magician. She bewitches everyone who is subject to her spell. Tyutchev writes: “The forest stands bewitched by the enchantress in winter...” And Sergei Yesenin echoes: “Bewitched by the invisible, the forest slumbers under the fairy tale of sleep. It’s like a pine tree is tied with a white scarf...”
Winter dresses nature in unprecedented outfits. Let's listen to Yesenin again:
White birch
Below my window
Covered with snow
Exactly silver.
On fluffy branches
Snow border
The brushes have blossomed
White fringe.
And the birch tree stands
in sleepy silence,
and snowflakes are burning
in golden fire.
And the dawn? lazy
Walking around
Sprinkles branches
New silver.
We can say that no season is as magical as winter. In summer and spring, the earth is noisy with life: trees whisper with leaves, mischievous waves of rivers and rivulets race, meadows laugh with the diversity of grasses and flowers, the chirping and squeaking of insects, birds - everything moves, breathes, rejoices in the warmth and light. In winter everything is different. All living things hid in the depths of the earth and sleep, waiting for the sun. The trees have become bare, the birds have flown away, and those that remain do not sing and fly chilly and leisurely. And the sorceress winter gives all this white silence new life: motionless, dumb, mysterious. This life is a life of sleep, a time of white and quiet nature.
Please listen to some musical works and try to tell what moods the composer conveyed in the music about winter. Take pencils or paints and draw pictures of these pieces of music.
Explanation. Small pieces of music are selected for conversation. This could be instrumental music:
Fragments of works piano cycle P. Tchaikovsky “The Seasons”, fragments with the same name of the Vivaldi concerto, small piano piece Krutitsky “Winter”, “Morning” from Prokofiev’s “Children’s Music”, “Father Frost” from R. Schumann’s “Album for Youth”, etc.
And also vocal works:
“Cold, cold”, music. A. Grechaninova;
"Winter", music. C. Cui;
"Birch", music. V. Veselova;
“Farewell to Winter”, music. Rimsky-Korsakov from the opera "The Snow Maiden".
IN thematic conversation Other poems about winter may also be heard. It’s good if they are performed by children or read expressively by adults.
Listening to music will become more active if you invite your child to match what he heard. piece of music the corresponding mood of the poem.
WINTER
Hello, in a white sundress
Made of silver brocade.
Diamonds are burning on you
Like bright rays.
Hello, Russian young lady,
A beautiful soul.
Snow-white winch,
Hello, Mother Winter!
P. Vyazemsky
SNOW YES SNOW
Snow and snow.
The whole hut was swept away.
The snow is knee-deep all around.
So frosty, light and white!
Only black, black walls...
And the breath leaves your lips
Steam frozen in the air.
There's smoke creeping out of the chimneys;
They're sitting in the window with a samovar,
The old grandfather sat down at the table,
He leaned over and blew on the saucer;
So grandma crawled off the stove,
And all around the kids are laughing.
The guys are hiding, watching,
How a cat plays with kittens...
Suddenly the guys are squeaky kittens
They threw it back into the basket...
Away from home into the snowy expanse
They rolled off on a sled.
The yard is filled with screams -
They made a giant out of snow!
Stick in the nose, screwed up the eyes
And they put on a shaggy hat.
And he stands there, a childish thunderstorm, -
He'll take it, he'll grab it in his arms!
And the guys laugh, scream,
Their giant came out on top,
And the old woman looks at her grandchildren,
Will not contradict the childish disposition.
A. Tolok
MOROZ-VOIVODA
It is not the wind that rages over the forest,
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Moroz the voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
The forest paths have been taken over,
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks - walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
N. A. Nekrasov
* * *
The blizzard cleared up,
The fir trees bent over
To the ground. Out of fright
The shutters creaked.
And snowflakes through the window
They fight like moths,
Tears melt and
They're pouring down the glass,
Complain to someone
The wind is blowing towards something
And it rages fiercely:
No one heard.
And a flock of snowflakes
Everyone is knocking on the window
And melting tears
It flows across the glass.
S. Yesenin
CHILDHOOD
This is my village;
This is my home;
Here I am sledding
The mountain is steep;
Here the sled has rolled up,
And I'm on my side - bang!
I'm rolling head over heels
Downhill into a snowdrift.
And boy friends
Standing above me
They laugh merrily
Over my misfortune.
All face and hands
Snow covered me...
I'm in grief in a snowdrift,
And the guys laugh!
I. Surikov
* * *
Mom, look from the window -
You know, yesterday it was not for nothing that there was a cat
I washed my nose;
There is no dirt, the whole yard is covered,
It has brightened, it has turned white -
Apparently there is frost.
Non-spiky, light blue
Frost is hanging on the branches.
Just take a look!
Like someone's tarnished
Fresh white, plump cotton wool
I removed all the bushes.
Now there will be no argument:
Over the skids, and up the hill
Have fun running!
Really, mom? You won't refuse
And you yourself will probably say:
“Well, hurry up and go for a walk.”
A. Fet
The goal is to cultivate a sense of beauty and love for native nature.
Equipment: paintings by artists about winter, drawings by children, trees made in snow cover.
Good afternoon, dear friends! Our meeting today is dedicated to the most amazing, most beautiful time of the year - winter. Everyone loves winter: both adults and children. Artists glorify it in their paintings, they compose songs and poems about it. And all this is because nature in winter is special, it is somehow solemn, majestic, shining with purity and freshness; The air is frosty, the trees are covered in frost and snow. Please look at the pictures about winter, and you will see that winter is a very beautiful time of year.
(Against the background of music there is a slide show - pictures about winter.)
In the worries of a complex life,
In its noisy emptiness.
Far away is the thought of the immutable
Nature's wondrous beauty!
There are a succession of carefree years.
One eyelid is crowded with another.
Kingdoms and peoples changed,
The man has been transformed!..
And you stand unchanged,
You won't fade alone...
Meeting winter
Yesterday morning the rain was knocking on the windows,
The fog rose in clouds above the ground.
The night has passed. It's dawn. There is no cloud anywhere.
The air is light and clean, and the river is frozen.
Hello, guest - winter! We ask for mercy
Sing songs of the north through forests and steppes.
How many stars are there in the sky at night?
In the bright sparkles of the house.
Hello, white as a swan
Our Russian winter!
Hello Russian pullet.
The beauty is the soul.
Snow-white winch.
Hello, mother - winter!
In autumn over the forest and swamp
The cloud flew by.
The cloud flew low, low,
A parachutist jumped from it.
And now there’s another behind her,
And the flock is already flying after the flock.
Light snowflakes jumping off
On empty fields and paths,
On a high bank near the river
To the dark corners of the forest
And then into the quiet houses
Winter looked through the windows.
Yes, we all love this wonderful time of year. According to the calendar, winter lasts three months. Every month of winter is good in its own way. December pleases us with the first frosts and the first snow. January with New Year's holidays and gifts, ice slides and sleds. We love February because it is the last month of winter, and we want to have a lot of ice skating and skiing, play in the snow and make a snow woman.
Song “Winter Months” (with imitation of snow on stage).
First snow
The winter cold smelled across the fields and forests.
The skies lit up bright purple before sunset,
At night the storm raged, and at dawn the village
The first snow fell on the ponds and the deserted garden.
And today over the wide white tablecloth of the fields
We said goodbye to a belated line of geese.
First snow
In the morning I looked at the light:
The yard is dressed for winter.
I opened the doors wide open,
I look into the garden, I can’t believe my eyes
Hey, look, miracles!
There was a cloud above us
It turned out to be underfoot.
Reader 3: (comes up and shakes off the artificial snow from the birch tree).
White birch tree under my window
She covered herself with snow like silver.
On fluffy branches with a snow border
The tassels blossomed with white fringe.
And the birch tree stands in sleepy silence.
And snowflakes burn in golden fire.
And the dawn lazily goes around,
Sprinkles the branches with new silver.
Song “Three White Horses”
It’s like faithful guards stand for three months, like three brothers guarding their mother’s peace—winter. December received its name back in ancient Rome as “day”, that is, the tenth. More than 2000 years ago it became the 12th month of the year, but did not change its name.
In ancient Rus', December was called as follows: Jelly. He chills the ground, walks around and nails, nails down.
The firstborn of winter, December, is frowning more and more: the shortest days have fallen to his lot. Before the day had time to clear up, twilight was already creeping in from all sides, turning into a winter night.
Reader 1: (against the background of a recording of a blizzard, the crunch of snow)
It is not the wind that rages over the forest.
Streams did not run from the mountains,
Frost voivode on patrol
Walks around his possessions.
Looks to see if the snowstorm is good
Forest paths are covered
And are there any cracks, crevices,
And is there any bare ground somewhere?
Are the tops of the pines fluffy?
Is the pattern on oak trees beautiful?
And are the ice floes tightly bound?
In great and small waters?
He walks through the trees,
Cracking on frozen water.
And the bright sun plays
In his shaggy beard.
Reader 2: (against the background of the quiet sound of the phonogram “Snow is spinning”)
The snow is fluttering and spinning.
It's white outside
And the puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer.
Today - look -
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow creaks under the skis
Flies like light feathers
And the red-haired bug catches
Cheerful white flies.
Under blue skies
Magnificent carpets,
Glistening in the sun, the snow lies;
The transparent forest alone turns black,
And the spruce turns green through the frost
And the river glitters under the ice.
Dance: “Waltz of Snowflakes.”
January is a month of big silent snows. This month received its name in honor of the ancient Roman god - Janus, after all. From 45 to new era According to the instructions of Julius Caesar, the New Year began to be celebrated on January 1, and not on March 1, as was customary.
January is a month of bright stars, white paths, and blue ice. People say about January:
The beginning of the year, the middle of winter.
January - father - frosts.
As the day grows, so does the cold
Winter sneaks into the yard at night
Lots of snow - lots of bread
Lots of water - lots of grass
The snow is deep - the year is good.
Snow is a blanket for wheat.
Song “Winter”
February is a two-faced month: both fierce and sideways. It got its name in honor of the mythical god underground kingdom Februus.
Here are the sayings people have made about this month:
February bends its horn in winter.
February – crooked roads.
February adds three hours of the day.
A crow sits on the top of a tree in the morning and croaks towards the blizzard.
In ancient Rus', February was called “snowfall” and “lute” because of the snow and frost. Having changed this month, it makes friends with blizzards and blizzards.
Our ancestors were observant and knew that the future harvest largely depended on the winter months. Here folk signs and proverbs.
Winter is a storage area for the fields.
The snow is deep - the bread is good.
We prepared for winter ahead of time, because we had to think about food and stock up on warmth. Troubles are always fun, and work is not separated from song and joke. In the winter season there are the most folk holidays, which is why they are good because they take place in the frosty, snowy season.
Dance: “Blizzard and Snowdrifts.”
(The blizzard girl dances to the soundtrack of the blizzard, sweeps up snowdrifts.
The snowdrifts come out and dance.)
Blizzard sweeps
And birch and spruce,
Sweeps houses above the rooftops.
Our city is covered in snow,
And Moscow was covered in snow,
And distant French Paris!
We grow and grow
Soon we will be like home
What is called, it seems, a skyscraper.
We have a grandson
He will come to you now -
Newfangled walking snowdrift.
(The snowman comes out and dances with all the snowdrifts).
And how many mysteries about winter. Let's guess them!
There was a blanket, soft, white,
The earth was warm.
The wind blew, the blanket bent.
The sun was hot, the blanket began to flow. (Winter)Who whitewashes the clearings with white?
And writes on the walls with chalk?
Sews down feather beds,
Have you decorated all the windows? ( Freezing)He flies in a white flock
And sparkles on the fly.
He melts like a cool star
On the palm and in the mouth. ( Snow)His days are the shortest of all days,
Of all nights longer than night.
To the fields and meadows
It snowed until spring.
Only that month will pass -
Everyone is celebrating the New Year! ( December)
It stings your ears, it stings your nose,
Moro climbs into felt boots.
If you splash water, it will fall -
Not water anymore, but ice.
Not even a bird can fly
The bird is freezing from the frost.
The sun turned towards summer.
What is the name of this month? ( January)Snow is falling in bags from the sky,
There are snowdrifts in the house.
Those are storms and blizzards
They attacked the villages.
The frost is severe at night.
During the day, drops can be heard ringing.
The day has lengthened noticeably.
What is the name of this month? ( February)Invisible carefully
He comes to me
He draws like an artist
All the patterns on the window
This is maple, and this is willow.
Here is the palm tree in front of me.
How beautifully he draws
Just white paint! ( Freezing)Stands prickly like a hedgehog
In winter in a summer dress.
And he will come to us
On New Year's Eve -
The guys will be happy
The hassle of a cheerful round dance.
They are preparing her outfits ( Christmas tree)
Running along the path
Boards and legs ( Skis)I twist, I twist, I purr,
I don't want to know anyone. ( Blizzard)In the round window
During the day the glass is broken,
In the evening inserted ( Ice hole)Who is never late for anything? ( New Year )
I'm small like a grain of sand
And I cover the ground.
I am made of water, but I fly in the air.
I lie in the fields like feathers,
And like a diamond I shine
In the sun's rays. ( Snow)
A boy was crying at the entrance
- Someone bit my finger!
And the other kid yelled:
- Someone tore my ears!
The third touched his nose and cheeks:
- Who clicked me so painfully?
It became clear to the children
Invisible in the yard. ( Freezing)
So, guys, our idea of winter has come to an end. We wish you the best: health, happiness, plenty of sledding and skating.
(All participants in the performance leave).
Winter sings and echoes
The shaggy forest lulls
The ringing sound of a pine forest.
All around with deep melancholy
Sailing to a distant land
Gray clouds.
And there's a snowstorm in the yard
Spreads a silk carpet,
But apparently she’s cold.
Sparrows are playful,
Like lonely children,
Huddled by the window.
The little birds are cold,
Hungry, tired
And they huddle tighter.
And the blizzard roars madly
Knocks on the hanging shutters
And he gets angrier.
And the tender birds are dozing
Under these snowy whirlwinds
At the dead window.
And they dream of a beautiful
In the smiles of the clear sun
Beauty - spring!
(Participants bow and leave).
Goals:
- replenish and consolidate children’s knowledge of attractions and famous people(poets) of their city;
- continue to improve children’s artistic and speech performance skills when reading prose and poems (emotional performance, natural behavior, ability to convey their attitude to the content with intonation, gesture, and facial expressions);
- continue to introduce musical works to Russians and foreign composers;
- cultivate love and the ability to see beauty native land at any time of the year.
Leading the boy and girl of the preparatory group, during the composition were verses by Tobolsk poets: Lelia Mezentseva, Valentina Khokhryakova, Iraida Zubova, as well as fragments of the works of P. Tchaikovsky and Vivaldi “The Seasons”, vocal works: “Cold, Cold”, music. A. Grechaninova, “Winter”, music. Ts. Cui, “Birch”, music. V. Veselova.
Boy: Just recently there were autumn days in our city of Tobolsk, but now winter has come, it seems the same thing every year: snow and frost. But in fact, if you look closely, it is both cold and thawed, with snowstorms and dripping, snowy and sunny.
1st child:"Winter Song"
There are snowflakes on the windows again,
It's snowing again.
White ice floes from the sky,
Garden in white lace.
Now winter is coming -
There are no more autumn colors.
Melts in a white haze
Last autumn bouquet.
White, white kingdom
Zimushki - winters,
Snow wealth
The bins are full.
Girl: How beautiful the snowfall is in silent silence winter day when snowflakes flicker in the air, like little white moths, and quietly fall to the ground. Each snowflake is tender, fragile, like a beautiful fairy flower, and every flower is unique. (music by C. Cui “Winter” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
2nd child: reads a poem by L. Mezentseva.
"
Snowflake"
Snowflake silver
On my window.
Fluffy, beautiful!
Melts in your hand.
Has six rays
Snow star,
Zimushka-winter loves her very much.
Boy: After the snowfall it is so beautiful, like in a fairy tale. Young birch and linden trees, stretching out their thin trunks, form fancy arches covered with snow. Fir-trees and pine trees resemble snow maidens in white fluffy fur coats. It seems like some kind of wizard worked hard. And our poet Valentina Khokhryakova sees in the round dance of snowflakes, in the beauty of winter, boundless daring and Russian expanse. (Vivaldi’s music “The Seasons” plays and slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
3rd child: reads a poem by V. Khokhryakova.
Snowflakes
They circle in the sky,
Melting ice
Hanging on the branches.
Round dance songs
In a city decorated
Christmas tree
Ice towers.
The white troika is rushing
Along the narrow path.
Boundless prowess
And Russian expanse.
Girl: We can say that no season of the year is as magical as winter. In summer and spring, everything is noisy with life, everything turns green and blooms, breathes, enjoys the warmth and light. In winter, the beauty is completely different: trees covered in lace, snowflakes dancing a waltz on the wires, beautiful birch trees standing huddled together, half asleep. (music by V. Veselov “Birch” sounds, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
4th child: Reads a poem by I. Zubova "Winter Rhapsody"
Winter.
Tobolsk
I'm going happy.
The look of joy is wide open.
Well, until what
Winter is beautiful!
Night. And it’s not at all inviting to sleep.
I walk and wander through the winter streets.
There are trees covered in lace.
Snowflakes, holding hands tightly,
They dance the waltz on the wires.
Here are the birch trees - beauties
They stand quietly on the sidelines
Garlands of lights blinked,
Slightly snuggling half asleep.
Boy: But then the landscape changes and we see pictures of a harsh winter, because sometimes it turns into the formidable commander Frost. (music sounds“Cold, cold”, A. Grechaninova, Slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
5th child:
reads a poem by L. Mezentseva "Winter Signs"
Oh, and the frost will break out tomorrow!
There's already a column of smoke coming out of the chimneys,
And the red sun sets,
The wind brings clouds to us.
Girl: How many wonderful games and entertainments the sorceress winter brought with her: snow games, sliding down ice slides, skiing and skating, and the children are not afraid of a blizzard, a blizzard, or frost, because the mischievous people are playing snowballs, It’s fun for me on the ice slide. (Tchaikovsky’s music “The Seasons” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
6th child: reads a poem by L. Mezentseva "Winter"
Winter has whitened the paths,
A blizzard and a blizzard swirled around.
Birch trees stand in the frost,
Their branches are like dragonflies.
Here are the sleds rushing down the hill,
The kids laugh joyfully.
They love to slide down the hill,
Make friends with the blizzard winter.
Cheeks are rosy, nose is red,
But they are not afraid of frost.
Skiing, skating -
I wouldn't say goodbye to winter.
Boy: And she also brought many miracles with her, because winter is the most beautiful, magical time of the year, when the most fabulous holidays come: New Year, Christmastide, Christmas And how many Grandfather Frosts and Granddaughters are in my city! And in poetry and prose. Where will we go from them? Well, Aershov's heroes? How they make people happy! I want to congratulate them, I won’t hide it, it’s their New Year too! I. Zubova (the music “Father Frost” from R. Schumann’s “Album for Youth” plays, slides of winter Tobolsk appear on the screen).
7th child: reads a poem "Happy New Year!"
The town sparkled with lights -
Snowy, festive with a green Christmas tree.
Have fun frosty Grandfather:
“Happy New Year, friends!
Happy New Year!"
Fireworks colored lights
In the dark sky they explode brightly.
All of Tobolsk was lit up with lights,
Our grandfathers became hot.
He started dancing in earnest,
I accidentally caught the accordionist.
This is how we have our Christmas tree today!
“Happy New Year, friends!
Happy New Year!"
Valentina Khokhryakova. The literary and musical composition ends, candles are lit on the tables and girls in elegant dresses dance “Waltz” music by G. Sviridov from the film “Blizzard”.
Musical and literary lounge “MUSIC OF WINTER”
Leisure scenario for children of senior preschool age
Musical director Nadezhda Aleksandrovna Popova.
Target: instill love for classical music, to creativity classical poets through the synthesis of arts (music, poetry).
Tasks: develop musical and creativity children:
learn independently, determine the character and content of a musical work, respond emotionally to it; convey the character of musical works through movement, develop motor qualities and skills; develop singing skills, ear for music;
improve the ability to play in an orchestra, use a variety of techniques for playing children's musical instruments; expand your musical horizons;
develop a love for Russian artistic expression; improve intonation expressiveness of speech; to cultivate a culture of communication during joint activities of children and adults.
Preliminary work:
- conversations about the characteristic signs and signs of winter;
- selection and learning of songs and poems about winter;
- acquaintance with the work of composers and poets who wrote works about winter;
- listening to the works of P.I. Tchaikovsky “Winter Morning”, “Christmastide”, “On Troika”, “Waltz of Snow Flakes”, G. Sviridov “Blizzard”, A. Vivaldi “Winter”;
- conversations about the nature of the music listened to, learning winter songs; staging a dance sketch to the music of “Waltz of Snow Flakes” by P.I. Tchaikovsky;
- work with children musical orchestra(play “On the Troika” by P. I. Tchaikovsky.)
Leisure progress.
“Waltz” by G. Sviridov sounds.
Children enter the hall and sit down.
(slide - winter forest)
Music hands Good afternoon, our dear guests. Today we met in the music room to talk about winter, to hear how music and poetry talk about it.
In winter, nature is incredibly beautiful! Everything around turns white and sparkles. The trees dress up in fluffy snow-white clothes, everything around is covered with a white blanket, and winter draws fancy patterns on the glass: fairy-tale birds, crystal flower petals, fantastic castles.
Many poets have sung the beauty and magic of winter. Listen to the poem by A.S. Pushkin:
Here is the north, the clouds are catching up,
He breathed, howled - and here she is
The sorceress winter is coming.
Came, crumbled into shreds
Hanged on the branches of oak trees,
Lay down in wavy carpets
Among the fields, around the hills;
Brega with a still river
She leveled it with a plump veil,
The frost has flashed and we are glad
To the pranks of Mother Winter.
Music hands Let's try to briefly travel 100 years ago, to the living room where Russian nobles gathered, and music will help us with this.
(slide - antique living room with a piano)
Yes... back then there were living rooms for home music playing. Any self-respecting family had a guitar or piano in the living room. And sometimes both.
After dinner, someone picked up a guitar or sat down at the piano and the hall was filled with sounds. Let us give our listeners the romance “I remember the lovely sound of a waltz...” by composer Lisztov.
And our teacher Valentina Viktorovna will perform it.
Sounds like romance “I remember the lovely sound of the waltz,” music and lyrics by N. Listov.
Music hands We thank Valentina Viktorovna.
Many artists, poets and composers loved winter for its magical beauty, pure, clear sparkling colors. Let's talk about winter today, listen to music about it.
Music will open its fabulous gates only to the most attentive listener. Listen to the wonderful sounds of music - and you will hear: a light breeze, the rustle of quietly falling snowflakes or the crystal ringing of a drop...
- What kind of music is playing now?
The play is playing“December” by P. I. Tchaikovsky
Children. The play “December” by composer P.I. Tchaikovsky from the album “Seasons” was performed.
Music hands Of course, guys, this music is familiar to you.
But what wonderful lines came from the pens of poets to talk about winter beauty, about her greatness.
(slide illustrating the text of Pushkin’s passage)
Children read excerpts about winter from A. S. Pushkin’s novel “Eugene Onegin”
Winter!.. The peasant, triumphant,
On the firewood it renews the path;
His horse, sensing the snow,
Trotting along somehow;
Fluffy reins exploding,
The daring carriage flies;
The coachman sits on the beam
In a sheepskin coat and a red sash.
Here is a yard boy running,
Having placed the bug in the sled,
Transforming himself into a horse;
The naughty man has already frozen his finger:
He is both painful and funny,
And his mother threatens him through the window...
(slide – winter nature)
Music hands Guys, we also know songs about winter. Let's sing one of them.
Song “Zimushka-winter”, music. Z. Root
Music hands Winter... what is it like?
Children. Cold, harsh, blizzard, fluffy, soft, beautiful, caring.
Music hands Absolutely right. Caring. This is how the poet A. Korinfsky writes about this in his poem “Blanket”.
The poem “Blanket” will be performed by Nastya and her mother:
Daughter - Why, dear, does it snow in winter?
Mom - Nature weaves a blanket out of it!
Daughter - Blanket, mom? Why is it?!
Mom - Without him, the ground would become cold!
Daughter - And who, dear one, should look for warmth in her?!
Mom - To those who will have to spend the winter:
Little seeds, grains of bread,
Roots of blades of grass, cereals and flowers.
Music hands Guys, we know winter is playful and playful. Dima, tell us about it.
Verse by N. A. Nekrasov. "Snowball"
The snowball is fluttering, spinning,
It's white outside.
And the puddles turned
In cold glass.
Where the finches sang in summer,
Today - look! –
Like pink apples
There are bullfinches on the branches.
The snow is cut up by skis,
Like chalk, creaky and dry,
And the red cat catches
Cheerful white flies.
Music hands What sounds can you hear in winter?
Children. The creaking of snow, the sound of ice, the sound of the wind, the howl of a blizzard.
(slide – flying snowflakes)
Konstantina Balmont “Snowflake”
Light fluffy,
Snowflake white,
How clean
How brave!
Dear stormy
Easy to carry
Not to the azure heights,
Begs to go to earth.
But here it ends
The road is long,
Touches the earth
Crystal star.
Fluffy lies
Snowflake is brave.
How clean
How white!
Music hands Our dear guests, now we will hear “Waltz of Snow Flakes”. What is the name of the composer who composed this work?
Children. P. I. Tchaikovsky. This waltz is from his ballet The Nutcracker.
Music hands We will not only hear fairy-tale music, but also see the dance of snowflake girls.
Dance-etude to the music of P.I. Tchaikovsky
"Waltz of Snow Flakes"
Music hands The wonderful music of Tchaikovsky from his ballets and the album “Seasons” cannot leave anyone indifferent. What other composer has an album “Seasons”?
Children. U Italian composer Antonio Vivaldi has 4 concerts: “Spring”, “Summer”, “Autumn”, “Winter”.
Music hands Now we will hear a fragment of the “Winter” concert that is well known to you.
An excerpt from “Winter” by A. Vivaldi is played.
Music hands Guys, what is winter like in Vivaldi’s work? What does the music sound like?
Children. The music sounds excited, anxious, winter is blizzard, restless, cold.
Music hands Vivaldi himself wrote about this music:
Numb under the fresh snow,
Under the sharp wind blowing into the pipe.
Run, stamping your boots,
And cowering and shivering in the cold.
I think the poems that Artemy will read would also fit here.
I. Nikitin “Made noisy, went wild...” ...
Made noise, walked around
There is bad weather in the field;
Covered with white snow
Smooth road.
Covered with white snow,
There's no trace left
Dust and blizzard rose,
Out of sight.
Yes to the daring kid
The storm is not a concern:
He will pave the way,
If only there was a hunt.
The dead of midnight is not scary,
Long journey and blizzard,
If the young man is in his mansion
A beautiful friend is waiting.
Music hands After a storm there is always a calm.
An excerpt from the play “On the Troika” is played. November
P. Tchaikovsky
(slide – three horses)
Music hands Winter gives us our favorite holidays, the most fun things to do: snowball fights, sledding, skiing, ice skating, troika with bells.
Which piece of music sounds now?
Children."At three." P.I. Tchaikovsky.
Music hands In Russia, a troika is a horse harnessed together under one arc. Bells were often hung from the arch, which played loudly when driving quickly.
Let's listen to the play to the end and decorate it with the sounds of suitable children's musical instruments, which you can choose yourself.
(Children of the preparatory group choose bells, a tambourine, a metallophone, wooden spoons. They improvise to the soundtrack.)
Music hands Thanks guys. I suggest you perform the familiar song “Sleigh”, accompanying yourself on bells.
(winter evening slide)
"Dance with Candles" music. I.S. Bach "Aria from Suite No. 3"
Author: Vereshchagina Oksana Viktorovna, teacher, Municipal Budgetary Preschool Educational Institution combined kindergarten No. 58, Apatity, Murmansk region.
Description of the material: This material will be useful to teachers of senior and preparatory groups when preparing for the New Year holidays and classes on the topic “Winter”.
The script is literary - musical composition“Crystal Winter” for older preschoolers.
Target: Introducing preschoolers to the origins of Russian folk culture, to Russian poetry.Tasks:
Educational:
repeat with the children the names of the winter months;
introduce children to folk winter proverbs and sayings, signs;
consolidate with children knowledge of the signs of winter;
clarify children's knowledge about winter changes in nature;
give children basic ideas about the holiday of the Nativity of Christ, Maslenitsa;
improve artistic and speech performing skills when reading poems.
Educational:
develop contextual speech skills, the ability to expressively read poems by heart;
improve artistic and speech performing skills when singing songs;
develop children's creative abilities.
Educational:
cultivate a love for Russian poetry and Russian folk culture.
Preliminary work: learning songs, dances, round dances, poems about winter, about the holiday of Christmas; winter style hall decoration
Materials for carrying out: chairs according to the number of children, diplomas and memorable gifts according to the number of participants
Progress of the event:
(Children snake their way into the music room to the music and sit down on chairs).
Educator: Hello guys! Hello, dear adults! Today we have gathered here in our music hall to hold our literary and musical lounge “Crystal Winter”. At our holiday we will sing, dance and, of course, read poetry. Autumn has ended and the beautiful winter has come to us. She decorated the houses with white hats and decorated the trees with silver. The first poem of our literary and musical composition is called “Meeting Winter” (the child will read it to us).
Child: Poem “Meeting Winter”, author - Ivan Nikitin. (Reads a poem).
Educator: What a wonderful poem we have just listened to. “...The snow lies like a sheet and shines with multi-colored fire from the sun...” Very beautiful lines! Please tell me, children, how do you and I know that winter is coming? Please name the signs of winter.
Children: The leaves have already fallen from the trees. The sun shines less often. Ice appears on the puddles. The first snow falls. Cold winds are blowing.
Educator: You named everything correctly. Many poems have been written about winter in Russian poetry. Each poet saw this time of year in his own way. For each author, winter seemed completely special. And now we will listen to one such poem, it is called “First Snow”. (child) will read it.
Child: The poem “First Snow” was written by Ivan Bunin. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin loved autumn very much. But he also wrote a lot of beautiful lines about winter. The excerpt “...Here is the north, the clouds are catching up...” from the wonderful poem “Eugene Onegin” will be read to us (by a child).
Child: The poem “...Here is the north, the clouds are catching up...” (excerpt from Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin’s poem “Eugene Onegin”). (Reads an excerpt from the poem).
Educator:“...Sorceress – winter...” Very poetic, isn’t it? And the first song of our literary and musical composition is called “Oh, winter!” (music by Y. Chichikov, lyrics by M. Plyatskovsky).
Children:(Sing a song)
Educator: Wonderful song! I like her very much. What happens to the trees, to the forest?
Children: Winter nature is immersed in sweet dream.
Educator: Covered with a white blanket of fluffy snow, trees and bushes sleep. On some days there is frost and silence, occasionally broken only by the crunch of a branch in the forest from which snow is falling, and on others there is a snow blizzard with the howling of the wind. The poem “Birch” will be read to us (by a child).
Child: Poem "Birch". Written by Sergey Yesenin. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Wonderful poems about winter! You listen, and it’s as if you see a snow-covered birch tree, frozen in a silver headdress. But let's return to our competition. The next poem will be read to us by (the child) and it is called “The Enchantress of Winter...”.
Child: The poem “The Enchantress of Winter...”, author - Fyodor Tyutchev. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Let's remember about animals. What changes occur in their lives with the arrival of winter?
Children: A bear sleeps sweetly in its den in winter. The squirrel and the hare changed their coats in the fall. The hare is now white, and the squirrel is gray. All animals have warmer winter coats.
Educator: That's right. Winter has come. Frost has frozen the ground. Rivers and lakes froze. It snows often. It is so easy and pleasant to ski on it. You will come out in the morning – pure untouched virgin soil, like pages from a book. You run, and it’s like a picture appears. We have a poem called “Winter”, and we will listen to it performed (child).
Child: Poem “Winter”, author - Ivan Surikov. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Excellent poem! Tell me, please, children, what is the name of the first month of winter?
Children: The first month of winter is called December.
Educator: Right. December is popularly called Studen. Usually there is a lot of snow this month. This is also the month of severe frosts, blizzards and cheerful winter holidays. What holiday do we celebrate in December?
Children: In December we celebrate the New Year holiday.
Educator: Absolutely right. On New Year's party we sang and danced a lot. And now we will dance. Round dance "New Year's Dance" (music and lyrics by L. Vakhrusheva).
Children:(Dancing).
Educator: Very funny dance. But as we all remember, there were many guests at our holiday. I remember one very important guest, and now you can guess who it is.
Happy New Year wishes
All the boys and girls
And he gives us gifts
Here they are, standing in a bag.
He is kind and bearded,
Red nose from frost.
Who is he, tell me, children,
Loud, friendly...
Children: Father Frost.
Educator: Well done! You guessed everything correctly. We also read poems to our Grandfather Frost. Here's one of them. It's called "Snowball" and the child will read it to us.
Child: The poem “Snowball” was written by Nikolai Nekrasov. (Reads a poem).
Educator: But not only Santa Claus came to our New Year's holiday. Baba Yaga was there too. And I announce a very funny dance, which is called “Grandma Yozhka” (words and music by Tatyana Morozova)
Children:(Dancing).
Educator: Folk calendar preserved proverbs and sayings that accurately describe the first winter month. All its features are reflected in folk art:
December ends the year, winter begins.
In December the frost increases, but the day arrives.
At the end of December the sun turns to summer, winter begins to frost.
Educator: Children, how many of you know what the word POROSHA means?
Children:(Express an opinion).
Educator: Let me clarify. Powder is snow that fell at night and stopped falling by morning, on which fresh animal tracks are imprinted. And we have a poem called “Porosha”, which (the child) will tell us.
Child: Poem "Porosh". Author - Sergey Yesenin. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Wonderful lines! How subtly the author feels winter nature. “...It’s like a pine tree is tied with a white scarf...” But let's go back to the month of December. There have long been signs by which one can determine whether the winter will be severe or mild, whether the frost will last long or whether it will wait for a thaw. In December, we especially looked closely at natural phenomena that foreshadowed future weather.
Dry December foreshadowed a dry spring and summer.
December is cold, snowy, with frequent frost and winds - for the harvest.
And thunder in December promised a cold winter.
Educator: The next poem, or rather an excerpt from the poem “Eugene Onegin”, which we will listen to, is called “Winter!.. Peasant, triumphant...”. Read this passage (child).
Child: Excerpt “Winter!.. Peasant, triumphant...” from the poem “Eugene Onegin” by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. (Reads an excerpt from the poem).
Educator: died down new year holidays. The month of December has ended. Children, please tell me what month comes to us after December?
Children: After the month of December comes the month of January.
Educator: Well done! January is the middle of winter and the beginning of the year. January in Rus' is the coldest month of the year, a time of deep winter and peace in nature. The weather in January is calm and calm. The days are short, but bright and sunny. This makes them even frostier. The next poem that we are about to hear is called “All year round. January". The child will tell it.
Child: Poem “All year round. January". Author - Samuil Marshak. (Reads a poem).
Educator: On window glass frosty patterns. The ice bouquet is based on our forest. The sky becomes blue and seems higher. For this feature January in Ancient Rus' called "Prosinets". Which natural phenomenon ends here, on the Kola Peninsula, in January?
Children: In January our polar night ends.
Educator: Right. People also have a lot of proverbs and sayings about January:
In winter, the sun is like a stepmother: it shines but does not warm;
New Year - turn to spring;
Father January - frosts, February - snowstorms.
There are more sunny days in January. The frosts are becoming more bitter. The most severe frosts usually fell on the Epiphany holiday.
Educator: It is about the wonderful frosty weather that we will now listen to a poem called “Winter Morning”, and (the child) will read it.
Child: An excerpt from the poem “Winter Morning” by Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin. (Reads an excerpt from a poem).
Educator: But for some reason we stayed too long. Everyone stand in a circle. Music game“Oh, frost” (music and lyrics by G. Vikhareva).
Children:(They stand in a circle, a game is played. Children sing a song, perform movements according to the text).
Educator: Unfortunately, Santa Claus is not at our holiday today. Therefore, I will be Frost. (While the children are singing a song, he “walks” clockwise inside the circle. After the song he says):
Freezing: I'll freeze your hands.
Children: And we will clap.
Freezing: I'll make your feet cold.
Children: And we will stomp.
Freezing:(He walks quickly in a circle, stretching out his hands to the children’s hands.) I'll freeze my hands.
Children:(Clap).
Freezing:(Stretching out his hands to the children’s feet). My feet will get cold.
Children:(They stomp).
Freezing: I'll freeze my knees. (He extends his hands to the children’s knees.)
Children:(Squat down, cover your knees with your hands).
Freezing: I'll freeze my cheeks.
Children:(They stand up, cover their cheeks with their hands. And so on.)
Educator: We rested a bit. Please take your seats. Let's continue our literary and musical composition “Crystal Winter.” The month of January also has its own proverbs and sayings, as well as signs. Here are some of them:
January is the firstborn of the year, it’s time for the snowmen.
The snow creaks heavily underfoot, voices can be heard far away - it’s cold.
Educator: But we celebrate not only the New Year in winter. Please tell me what holiday we also celebrate in January?
Children: In January we celebrate the Nativity of Christ.
Educator: Well done! I suggest you listen to the poem "Christmas". (child) will read it to us.
Child: An excerpt from the poem “Christmas”, author - Mikhail Yuryevich Lermontov. (Reads an excerpt from a poem).
Educator: Christmas - wonderful holiday. No worse than New Year. It has long been customary to sing folk songs of praise at Christmas. Who remembers what these songs are called?
Children: Such songs are called carols.
Educator: There is also still a custom to organize a small performance dedicated to the birth of Jesus Christ. Do any of you remember what this show was called?
Children: This performance was called a nativity scene.
Educator: Clever girls! It was also customary not only to give gifts, but also to perform charity. Once upon a time in Rus' there was a custom - to arrange Christmas “trees” for animals and birds. And of course, the first half of the month was famous for its fortune telling. The month of January continues. Everything around is white and white. And a poem called “Blank Verses” will be read to us by (the child).
Child: Poem "Blank verses". Author - Sergey Mikhalkov. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Indeed, there is so much snow around. But for some reason you and I have stayed too long. I announce the dance “Skates” (song “Skates”, music by V. Bogatyrev, lyrics by D. Chervyatsov from the cartoon “Masha and the Bear”)
Children:(They dance a couple dance).
Educator: But now January is over. What month comes next, please tell me, children?
Children: After the month of January the month of February comes to us.
Educator: Absolutely right. February in Rus' was called: the winter winds are still whipping; Bokogrey - on the sunny side it starts to warm up.
And a poem called “All year round. February” will be read to us (child).
Child: Poem “All year round. February". Written by Samuel Marshak. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Indeed, in February we celebrate a holiday - February 23rd. We congratulate our fathers and grandfathers on this holiday. This month is changing. With snowstorms and blizzards. The wind walks freely in the open field, and when it runs into the forest, it gets angry, howls, whistles, and tries to cover it with snow, but white snowdrifts grow only at the edge. And inside the forest there is silence and the snow lies evenly. I suggest listening to the poem “Snowflake”; a child will read this poem to us.
Child: Poem by Konstantin Balmont “Snowflake”. (Reads a poem).
Educator: What an accurate comparison “...Crystal Star...”! In February, frosts still make themselves felt, but you can already feel the breath of spring in them - at night, no, no, and a thick fog will fall, and in the morning the entire forest in its beautiful decoration, down to the last branch, will appear in white frost, in crystal blooms, like May garden.
According to popular belief, it is precisely at this time that winter fleetingly meets spring. And a day or two later the bitter frosts come again. And yet, frequent thaws at the end of February, as they say, “knock off the horn of winter.” Here, listen to proverbs and sayings about the month of February:
February has two friends - a snowstorm and a blizzard.
February is a changeable month: sometimes it looks like January, sometimes it resembles March.
February the sun turns to spring.
Educator: The poem “Winter” (child) will tell us about the coming spring.
Child: Poem by Konstantin Balmont “Winter”. (Reads a poem).
Educator:“...And he listens to the blizzard like singing.” In my opinion, there is nothing more beautiful to say or think about February. For the month of February there are also signs, as for the two previous months:
The beginning of February is fine - and expect an early, clear, beautiful spring.
Long February icicles promise a long spring.
The bullfinch began to sing under the window - the thaw.
The drops are ringing. Long icicles hung on the southern side of the roofs. The sun is getting brighter every day. If before the shadows on the snow were dark and motionless, now they have become blue and alive.
Revival in birds too. Vocal tits are especially happy about the thaw. They know about the approach of spring before all the birds and remind all their feathered relatives about it. The spring arrival of waxwings begins.
At the end of February, sometimes at the beginning of March, bullfinches migrate to the north. Nature seemed to wake up for a moment, although her sleep was still deep. It just smells like spring.
Educator: What other holiday do we celebrate in February?
Children: In February we celebrate Maslenitsa.
Educator: The entire last week of February is Maslenitsa. The victory of the forces of light and heat over the forces of cold was celebrated. Each day of Maslenitsa had its own name. For example, Monday was called... Who remembers what Monday was called?
Children: Monday was called the meeting.
Educator: Right. On this day, slides were set up and rolled out. Who remembers, for example, what Sunday was called?
Children: Sunday was called “Forgiveness Day.”
Educator: On Sunday they said goodbye to Maslenitsa, asked their relatives and friends for forgiveness for the insults they had caused: “Let the sun not set on our anger.” And, having expressed what was on their hearts, they began to sing and dance. And I invite you to play, ride on our beautiful carousel. Game "Carousel".
Educator:(Holds a pole with a rim at the top, to which multi-colored ribbons are attached. The ribbons are attached to the rim so that they easily slide and rotate with him on the pole, but do not touch the ground. Each child chooses his own ribbon and runs after each other in a circle to the music ).
Children:(They play).
Educator: So we played. Please take your seats. February continues and another winter poem “Winter sings - it calls…” (the child) will tell us.
Child: Sergei Yesenin’s poem “Winter sings and calls…”. (Reads a poem).
Educator: Let's not forget about birds in winter. We will definitely help them and feed them. Our literary and musical composition “Crystal Winter” has come to an end. I announce the awarding of diplomas and memorable gifts to all participants in our meeting today.
Winter Festival on the street in senior group kindergarten
