Tatyana Konovalova
Summary of GCD for drawing “My funny ringing ball”

Task: to arouse interest in drawing toys;develop the ability to depict round objects (ball);learn to close a line into a ring, color, repeating the outline drawn figure;practice technique painting with gouache paints;develop the eye, coordination in the “eye-hand” system.

Materials, equipment. U children: sheets of square paper of different sizes; cardboard circles for examining the shape; gouache paints, brushes, sippy cups with water, napkins. U teacher: a blank sheet of square paper, a brush, a glass of water, a napkin, a cardboard circle, a ball.

1. Creating gaming motivation.

Educator. This morning at the door of our group I found a large box (The teacher puts the box on the table). I really want to know what lies there. What about you guys? (Children's answers). To find out what's in the box, we have to guess riddle:

I can jump and roll,

And if they leave me, I’ll fly.

Laughing faces all around:

Everyone is happy about the round... (to the ball).

Educator. How did you guess that it was a ball? (Children's answers) .

The teacher opens the box and takes out the ball.

2. Familiarity with the shape of the object.

Educator. The ball can bounce, jump, roll. The ball has a round shape. But here we have a basket of toys. All the toys were mixed up in it. Help me arrange the toys and take away the balls for yourself. (Each child receives a ball). Why do we need so many balls? What are we going to do with them? Let's remember how to play with the ball.

3. Exercises with the ball.

"Ball Up"- the initial position of the child is standing, legs slightly spread, holding a ball in his hands, throws it up and then catches it.

"Ball on the floor"- throws the ball with effort on the floor and catches it from the rebound with both hands.

"Race with the ball"- roll the ball forward, catch up with it as it rolls.

"Ball in the Basket"- Children stand at the line and throw the ball into the basket. The distance is approximately 3-4 steps.

4. Drawing"My cheerful one, ringing ball» .

Educator. What a wonderful toy! How interesting and fun to play with her! Look what beautiful balls we have - red, blue, yellow. Let's try them draw. For for painting we need a brush, which we must first moisten in water. Then you need to put a little paint on the brush and remove the excess on the edge of the jar. Now I can draw your ball.

A teacher shows techniques on an easel drawing shapes of the ball and ways of coloring it, reciting a poem by S. Ya. Marshak "My cheerful one, ringing ball» :

My funny, ringing ball

Where did you start galloping?

Yellow, red, blue,

Can't keep up with you.

I smacked you with my palm

You jumped and stomped loudly,

You fifteen times in a row

Jumped into the corner and back.

And then you rolled

And he never returned

Rolled into the garden

I reached the gate.

Here he rolled under the gate,

I reached the turn,

There I got under a wheel,

It burst, popped, that's all.

Children draw and color pictures. The teacher controls the work methods and provides assistance to children experiencing difficulties.

5. Reflection.

Children, with the help of a teacher, place their drawings on the stand.

Educator. Look how many beautiful multi-colored balls we have! (The teacher gives a positive assessment of each work). Guys, what did we do today? What have we learned paint? Tell us how we will play with the ball. (Children's answers) .

Publications on the topic:

Summary of direct educational drawing activities “My funny ringing ball” Program content: to cultivate interest in drawing with paints, activity, independence, develop an eye, coordination in the system.

Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution, general development kindergarten No. 93, Tomsk Project theme: “My cheerful one.

Outline of FC lessons for the preparatory group (30 min) “My funny ringing ball”“My funny ringing ball” FC lesson plan for the preparatory group (30 min) Objectives: - Develop children’s motor abilities.

Implementation plan for the project “My funny ringing ball” for middle school children Days of the week Direct educational activities Educational activities carried out during scheduled moments Independent.

We present a huge collection of poems about balls. Collected works by popular and little-known authors for children of all ages. Quatrains for children aged 3-4 years are presented in a separate selection. Short poems are easy and good to learn by heart.

Ball. Samuel Marshak

One of the most famous is the poem of the same name from his collection of the best works.

My
Funny,
Voiced
Ball,
Where are you going
rushed
Jump?

Yellow,
Red,
Blue,
Can't keep up
Behind you!

I
You
Palm
He clapped.
You
Jumped
And loudly
Stomped.
You
Fifteen
Once
Contract
Jumped
Into the corner
And back.
And then
You rolled
And back
Didn't come back.

Rolled
To the garden,
Got it
To the gate

Rolled up
Under the gate
I reached it
Before the turn.

There
Got it
Under the wheel. Burst,
Slammed
That's all!

Ball. Agniya Barto

The next work, perhaps familiar to any child from early childhood, is the famous “Ball,” written by the legendary Agnia Barto.

Ball

Quatrains for the youngest children

V. Berestov
They beat him, but he is not angry.
He sings and has fun.
Because without beating
There is no life for the ball.

N. Radchenko
My funny ball
Jumps and gallops:
Jump-jump - into the corner,
And then back.
Wok how we are evening
We had a nice time!

T. Prokusheva
Multi-colored ball
Jumps along the path.
Jumps, doesn't fight,
It’s not given to your hands!

Grigorieva E.
The ball is hit with a hand, foot,
And he is not offended.
And the ball is touched
Once, twice,
And then he deflates...

G. Kuznets
The ball jumps and jumps,
The ball bounces on the threshold.
Jumps ten times in a row
From the palm and back.

Lema B.
The ball is made of rubber.
I hit him on the floor with my hand -
He takes off like a spring
It dances like a clockwork.

E. Gorbovskaya
What is this, what is this noise?
The ball bounces: boom-boom-boom!
Jump-jump-jump and hop-hop-hop,
Rolled under a bush.

I. Oleneva
The ball is jumping - frolicking!
How can he stop?
I just dropped my hands -
And my ball became sad!

R. Gorenburgova
The ball is round -
jump and jump!
Where could you have gone?
Jumped and rolled
rolled into a corner,
lay there and waited for me.
I searched for him for three days!

E. Dolgikh
Jump-jump, jump-jump
Although I am short,
But he's bouncy.
And from a terrible steep
I'll swing and gallop!
I'm a round ball

T. Schott
The ball is big and thick-sided,
puffs up the ball in his cheeks.
Don't burst from resentment
that the sides are always beaten.
The player is training -
expose your unbroken side.

Koval T.
River wave to the shore
He's kicking an inflatable ball.
Come on, naughty ball,
Will you swim with me?

***
My ball is flying
Flies towards you
Look, don't miss it!
Catch him, hold him
And throw it to me again.

***
Cheerful friend, my ball!
Everywhere, everywhere he is with me!
One two three four five,
It's good for me to play with him!

Sapgir G.
The ball flies striped
The cubs are chasing the ball.
- Can I? –
asked the mouse.
- What you!
You're still a baby!

***
My nice ball
funny ball
Doesn't sit still!
I'll take him, let him go,
And again he flies!

Vieru G.
Colored ball jumping
In the yard in front of me.
This ball is very cute:
He hasn't broken any glass yet.

***
In the morning I run to the lawn with a ball
I'm running and singing, I don't know what I'm talking about
And the ball, like the sun, burns above me
Then he turns the other way
And it will become green like grass in spring.

Complete collection

N. Zubareva
The ball rolled under the chair
And he lies there, hidden.
How to play football now?
How should I score goals?
Hey, enough of lying around there,
It's time for me to train!
Get out, you tricky ball,
The boy has been waiting for you here!
I considered you a friend
I'm a little bored without you!
I would get you myself
It's a pity that the handles are too small!

N. Rodivilina
I'm round, like a bun.
I have an elastic side.
Very cheerful and jumpy,
I can fly to the clouds!
Life is certainly not easy -
The sides are constantly hitting,
But I'm not afraid of blows
I remain in good shape
Don't let me lie down
I can run away
Without moving - at least cry! Did you guess it? It's a ball!

O. Hristolyubova
Vovka does not stand still:
And he skipped
And gallop.
“I have a Dexterous ball!”
“How can a ball be dexterous?”
“I throw it high,
I hit with a running start - far away,
I'll catch him anyway
Dexterous - easy to catch!

Ivanycheva M.
Ball, ball
Jump and jump.
Flew to the ceiling
Flew high, fell,
I caught the ball in my hands.

Colorful and big
It has a pattern, the ball is mine.
I went out into the yard for a walk,
I invited everyone to play.
We played football
Everyone kicked the ball.
Then into the gate - to the goalkeeper,
Sometimes to the player too.
We got to the judge
We lost count.

The poor ball endured everything
And he flew through the gate.
They all beat him in a row,
The ball was not at all happy.
The ball burst and lies there,
It's sad how he looks at everyone.

I took my ball from the ground
And he pressed him to himself.
At home I inflated the ball
The hole was tightened tightly.
I don't play football with him
I only kick at home.

Ranneva E.
The ball was jumping, playing around,
I didn't want to get into place
I've been rolling on the floor all day,
He started jumping and jumping.
Suddenly the glass decanter broke
And behind the wooden door
I found myself under lock and key...
I will save him secretly.
I understand that he
Very bad
ALONE.

A. Kuzmina
The ball jumped and jumped,
And then he ran away
Rolled along the path
And I didn’t come back
I looked for him everywhere
And then I got tired of searching,
I cried bitterly
Where was the ball hidden?
I'll call my mom for help,
Let me help you find it
Maybe he rolled into a hole,
I need to get it.

Amanov E.
Your ball
Your new ball
Don't hide from me,
I won't eat it!
What a wonderful ball -
Not a horse
And he rushes at a gallop,
One,
And that's enough for everyone.

E. Erato
Jump along the paths of the garden,
The stubborn ball ran
And a cheerful crowd
I called all the guys to follow me.
Blue-red sides,
Touch him lightly, -
He will touch the ground
But it’s not given into your hands.

Poetry from the collection by E. Zheleznova:
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
Ball - ball, my friend
Voiced, sonorous, sonorous side
Hit the ball with your palm
Friendly, fun together
I throw and catch the ball
I like to play with the ball
Ball, mommy, don’t hide it
Throw the ball back to me
I throw and catch the ball
I love playing with the ball!

Zhdanova E.
Lying on the path
And warms your sides
My ball.

Breakfast by the spoon
Little by little for now
Hamster.

Wait, my dear,
Don't you run away
Please.

I need a couple of spoons
Yes, half a pie
There's something left!

Koval T.
I hit the ball with my palm,
The ball bounces along the path.
Jump and gallop until the turn,
Jump and gallop and beyond the gate,
Jumped into the neighbor's garden -
That's how restless he is!

A. Izmailov
Round ball, elastic side
He jumps loudly
I threw it on the floor
He jumped up and onto the table.
Here is the gate - gate A
Goalkeeper of whom?.. Kota!
The ball flies past the goal,
The cat hid under the bed.

N. Epatova
We bought a ball for Nastya,

He hit the floor loudly
And he went off to jump and jump.
This is a wonderful toy
No ring, no rattle.
Just hit him with your palm,
And he jumps like a cat.
We bought a ball for Nastya,
He said loudly: “Hello!”
This is my first time playing with it.
Are the balls really alive?

***
Round ball without hesitation
Jumps and jumps along the path
Often, often, low, low
From the ground to the hand so close
Jump and jump and jump and jump
Don't jump to the ceiling
Jump and jump and knock and knock
You will not escape from our hands.

Katso
Ball in a puddle
ball in a puddle
no one needs him.
Jumped and jumped all day long
He beat everyone who was not too lazy.
And with dented sides,
abrasions, bruises
he is now in big trouble -
he lies alone in the water.

M. Piudunen
I take the ball in my hands,
Do you want to play?
A fun game
Who will catch him?
I throw and you catch,
If you throw it, I'll catch it,
Only a ball for some reason
Always running away.
Wants to jump and jump,
Hide somewhere
Now under the table, now under the sofa,
Then he dives into bed.

***
I see the boys hitting the ball:
And with a running start,
And with your foot!
I asked the poor ball:
“Does it hurt, dear ball?”
The ball stuck its tongue out at me
- So it doesn’t hurt you, then?!
The ball replied:
- The boys
Do you see how much strength there is?
I have too much too!
The boys and I are alike!
We're having so much fun!
Enjoy!
Volleyball!
And football!
And it doesn’t hurt a bit!

T. Goette
One day the ball says:
“They beat me, but I don’t cry,
I smile and jump
As a ball should!
If you get kicked in the side,
Of course, you immediately: “Oh!”
Having been kicked in the side,
I'll substitute another one.
Well, hit the ball!
I'm tired of waiting! I'm not kidding!"

Shatskikh T.
The ball is to blame everywhere
Breaks everything down:

And a shop window,
And Aunt Zina's hair,

The nose is for a colonel in uniform,
And the window in the sixth apartment...

But he didn’t get it
And the boy alone.

Lilac Fairy
The ball is loud and elastic!
Don't be jealous, friends,
we can play together
you can throw a ball;
if you hit him against the wall -
he will return to his knee;
if you throw it on the track -
he will jump up to the window,
and maybe even higher -
will fly up to the roof!

S. Ostrovsky
My ball, a soccer ball, is round.
He is disgusted by the dark corner,
Where it gathers dust on the floor.
The ball is too round
To live in a corner.
But what happiness in abundance
Jump across the grass field,
Having turned your legs to your sides,
It's easy to fly under the clouds!
What a pleasure it is
To be in the center
To be in the heat of battle!..
It's a pity, the battlefield is a cramped yard.
And your space is limited.
What happiness after all
Suddenly hit the gate!..
R-time! - Bad turn -
And the ball is in the window instead of a goal.
And fragments fly onto the asphalt...
And the T-shirts were seized...
And the ball is collecting dust on the floor
He did something wrong, he's in the corner

Metzger A.
Dad gave me
New soccer ball
And now I'm walking
Proud and satisfied.
What do I care?
That your eyes are burning
The neighbors' kids?
I shout to them: “You can’t
Soccer ball, new
Drive on the ground -
Can be scratched
Or rip it off."
And now I'm bored
With my ball.
Why did you stay?
Am I all alone?

***

Round, soft, striped
All the guys like him
Can he ride for a long time?
And don’t get tired at all.
You throw it on the floor -
He'll jump high
It's never boring with him
We want to play it.

N. Kechatova
They gave Dana a ball -
The ball began to gallop towards him.
He is cheerful and resilient:
Jump and jump - and right into your hands!
Jump and jump, jump and jump -
Wonderful friend!
What's happened? - Danya is crying,
There's a quiet ball in the corner
Danya, Danechka, don’t cry!
Who hurt you? - Me-a-ach!
I hit him against the wall - bang!
Bounced off and straight into the lo-o
Your friend is just joking -
Jump and jump, jump and jump!
Don’t sulk in vain, dear Danka -
Look at that sad ball!

Ladonshchikov G.
The ball jumped away from Katya
And disappeared somewhere.
He is nowhere to be found, even if you cry,
He disappeared, that's the problem!
Behind the sofa, under the table,
In the stove, under the bed
And in the corner behind the chest
Katya is looking for the ball.
He searches and searches but will not find.
And he doesn’t know
That Barbos and the gray cat
They play volleyball.

Koshkina A.
Summer. river Tanya. ball.
and loud crying everywhere:
thrown into a ditch crying
broken bike,
wipes away tears with a crunch
skeleton hidden in the closet
in plain sight of the neighbors
the motley ball goes to the bottom.
That's just the way it is, this ball!
Hush, Tanya, don’t cry.

Leonid Rodich
He is alone on the field.
Everyone beats him, kicks him,
Pushed, caught and thrown,
They run after him and let him pass.

Sometimes the skin cracks,
Flying off in pieces later.
He can float on the water
And the competition will be summed up.

He flies out of the gate,
And it freezes from the impact.
It gets inflated in a minute.
They're tearing at the seams with anger.

They will lift him over his head,
And pushed into the far corner.
Sometimes they just throw you rudely,
And it will be taken away from someone.

He is branded and decorated,
They hit me hard against the wall.
It is awarded at holidays
And they scold thoughtlessly.

It's not often you can pick it up.
But you can drive across the clearing,
With everything, whistle, yell, yell,
Roar, swear and moan.

It helps you to be healthy
They enjoy playing with him.
It is distinguished by weight,
Someday they forget about him.

It differs in color
And each has its own signs.
It looks like our planet:
Fragile, this sphere is rounded.

Blessed is he who scores a goal...
All life is like football:
Swiftly rushes at a gallop
And you're like a soccer ball in it.

Text: Fedor Kosichkin

Children's rhymes, nursery rhymes, lullabies and other children's poems greet every person literally in the cradle. And they, as a rule, accompany you until death. Of course, we admire those few educated people who are able to quote Mandelstam or Rilke (in the original) in a “difficult moment in life,” but there are many more who think to themselves:

The bull is walking, swaying,
Sighs as he walks:
- Oh, the board is ending,
Now I'm going to fall!

And if he finds himself in an awkward situation, he will tease:

That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

Or, to cheer himself up, he will say:

Our Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.

Frost and sun! Wonderful day!

Of course, only a Russian poet could have written this line, which came to mind on a beautiful winter day. But something else is more memorable in Pushkin:

Wind, wind! You are powerful!
You are chasing flocks of clouds!

Children's poems are the real “spiritual bonds” that unite the population into a nation. Probably not the only ones. But certainly the most durable. And the most natural.

Agnia Lvovna Barto

BEAR

U dropped the teddy bear on the floor,
They tore off the bear's paw.
I still won’t leave him -
Because he's good.

BULL

AND the bull is babying, swinging,
Sighs as he walks:
- Oh, the board is ending,
Now I'm going to fall!

BALL

N Asha Tanya cries loudly:
She dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanya, don’t cry:
The ball will not drown in the river.

Samuel Marshak

BAGGAGE

D ama checked in luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Gave it to the lady at the station
Four green receipts
About baggage received:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Things are being transported to the platform.
They are thrown into an open carriage.
Ready. Luggage stowed:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.
But the bell just rang
A puppy escaped from the carriage.

We grabbed it at Dno station:
One place lost.
In fright they count their luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
Painting, Basket, Cardboard...
- Comrades! Where's the little dog?

Suddenly they see: standing by the wheels
A huge disheveled dog.
They caught him - and in the luggage,
To where the bag lay,
Painting,
Basket,
Cardboard,
Where was the little dog before?

As soon as we arrived in Tver,
Opened the trunk door
And they began to carry it into the carriage
The arriving lady's luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
A picture, a basket, a cardboard,
And they led the dog behind.


The dog starts to growl.
And the lady will scream:
- Robbers! The thieves! Freaks!
The dog is the wrong breed!
She threw the suitcase
I pushed the sofa away with my foot,
picture,
cart,
Cardboard...
Give me back my dog!

Excuse me, citizen, at the station,
According to the baggage receipt,
We received luggage from you:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
Travel bag,
picture,
cart,
Cardboard
And a little dog...

However
During the journey
Dog
I could have grown up!
1

Samuel Marshak

THIS IS HOW ABSORBED

AND or an absent-minded person
On Basseynaya street.
He sat down on his bed in the morning,
I started putting on my shirt,
He put his hands into the sleeves -
It turned out that these were trousers.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

He began to put on his coat -
They tell him: it’s not like that.

He began to pull on his gaiters -
They tell him: not yours.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

Instead of a hat on the go
He put on the frying pan.

Instead of felt boots, gloves
He pulled it over his heels.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!


Once upon a time on a tram
He was on his way to the station
And, opening the doors,
The leader said:
- Dear
Dear carriage!
Dear Carriage
Dear one!
Through thick and thin
I have to go.
Is it possible by the tram
Stop the train station?

The counselor was surprised -
The tram stopped.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

He went to the buffet
Buy yourself a ticket.

And then I rushed to the cashier
Buy a bottle of kvass.
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

He ran to the platform,
I sat down in the uncoupled carriage,
He brought in bundles and suitcases,
I shoved them under the sofas,
Sat in the corner in front of the window
And fell into a peaceful sleep...
- What kind of stop is this?
He screamed early in the morning.
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept a little again
And again I looked out the window,

I saw a big train station,
He was surprised and said:
- What kind of stop is this -
Bologoe or Popovka? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept a little again
And again I looked out the window,
I saw a big train station,
He reached out and said:
- What kind of station is this -
Dibuny or Yamskaya? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.

He shouted: “What a joke!”
I'm going for the second day,
And I came back
And I came to Leningrad!
That's how absent-minded
From Basseynaya Street!

MOIDODYR

ABOUT deed
Ran away
The sheet flew away
And a pillow
Like a frog
She galloped away from me.


I'm for a candle
The candle goes to the stove!
I'm for a book
Ta - run
And skipping
Under the bed!

I want to drink tea
I run to the samovar,
But pot-bellied from me
He ran away as if from fire.

God, God,
What's happened?
From what
Everything is all around
It started spinning
Dizzy
And the wheel went off?

Irons behind boots,
Boots for pies,
Pies behind the irons,
The poker behind the sash -
Everything is spinning
And it's spinning
And it goes head over heels.

Suddenly from my mother’s bedroom,
Bowlegged and lame,
The washbasin runs out
shakes his head:

"Oh you ugly one, oh you dirty one,
Unwashed pig!
You're blacker than a chimney sweep
Admire yourself:
There's polish on your neck,
There's a blot under your nose,
You have such hands
That even the trousers ran away,
Even pants, even pants
They ran away from you.

Early in the morning at dawn
Little mice wash themselves
And kittens and ducklings,
And bugs and spiders.

You weren't the only one who didn't wash your face
And I remained dirty
And ran away from the dirty
And stockings and shoes.

I am the Great Laver,
The famous Moidodyr,
Umybasnikov Head
And washcloths Commander!
If I stamp my foot,
I'll call my soldiers
There's a crowd in this room
The washbasins will fly in,
And they will bark and howl,
And their feet will knock,
And a headache for you,
To the unwashed, they will give -
Straight to the Moika
Straight to Moika
They’ll plunge headlong into it!”

He hit the copper basin
And he cried out: “Kara-baras!”

And now brushes, brushes
They crackled like rattles,
And let's rub me
Sentence:

"My, my chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!
There will be, there will be a chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!”

Here the soap jumped
And grabbed my hair,
And it fussed and fussed,
And it stung like a wasp.

And from a mad washcloth
I ran as if from a stick,
And she's behind me, behind me
Along Sadovaya, along Sennaya.

I'm going to the Tauride Garden,
Jumped over the fence
And she's chasing after me
And bites like a wolf.

Suddenly, my good one comes towards me,
My favorite Crocodile.
He is with Totosha and Kokosha
Walked along the alley
And a washcloth, like a jackdaw,
Like a jackdaw, he swallowed it.

And then how he growls
On me,
How his feet pound
On me:
“Go home now,
Speaks,
Wash your face,
Speaks,
And not how I’ll fly,
Speaks,
I’ll trample and swallow!”
Speaks.

How I started running down the street,
I ran to the washbasin again.
Soap, soap
Soap, soap
I washed myself endlessly
Wash off the wax too
And ink
From an unwashed face.

And now trousers, trousers
So they jumped into my arms.

And behind them is a pie:
“Come on, eat me, buddy!”

And behind it comes a sandwich:
He jumped up and straight into his mouth!


So the book came back,
The notebook turned
And the grammar started
Dancing with arithmetic.

Here is the Great Washbasin,
The famous Moidodyr,
Umybasnikov Head
And washcloths Commander,
He ran up to me, dancing,
And, kissing, he said:
“Now I love you,
Now I praise you!
Finally you, dirty little thing,
Moidodyr was pleased!”

I need to wash my face
In the mornings and evenings,
And to the unclean Chimney Sweeps -
Shame and disgrace!
Shame and disgrace!

Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel,
And tooth powder
And a thick comb!

Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In the tub, in the trough, in the tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean, -
And in the bath, and in the bathhouse,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to the water!

FLY TSOKOTUKHA

M ear, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!

A fly walked across the field,
The fly found the money.

Mucha went to the market
And I bought a samovar:

"Come on, cockroaches,
I’ll treat you to tea!”

The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk,

And the insects -
Three cups each
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today the Fly-Tsokotukha
Birthday girl!

Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
But the boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.

Came to Mukha
Grandma bee
Muche-Tsokotuhe
Brought honey...

“The butterfly is beautiful.
Eat the jam!
Or you don't like it
Our treat?

Suddenly some old man
Spider
Our Fly in the corner
Dragged -
He wants to kill the poor thing
Destroy the clatter!


“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villain spider!
And I fed you
And I gave you something to drink
Don't leave me
In my last hour!

But the worm beetles
We got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
They fled:
Cockroaches
Under the sofas
And the boogers
Under the benches
And the bugs under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even moves
Won't move:
Get lost and die
Birthday girl!

And the grasshopper, and the grasshopper,
Well, just like a little man,
Hop, hop, hop, hop!
Behind the bush,
Under the bridge
And keep quiet!

But the villain is not joking,
He twists Mukha’s arms and legs with ropes,
Sharp teeth pierce into the very heart
And she drinks her blood.

The fly screams
Struggling,
And the villain is silent,
Smirks.

Suddenly it flies from somewhere
Little Mosquito,
And it burns in his hand
Small flashlight.

“Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!

Flies up to the Spider,
Takes out the saber
And he's at full gallop
Cuts off the head!

takes a fly by the hand
And it leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, maiden soul,
I want to marry you!”

There are bugs and boogers here
Crawling out from under the bench:
“Glory, glory to Komaru -
To the winner!

The fireflies came running,
Lights were lit -
It became fun
That's good!

Hey centipedes,
Run along the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!


The musicians came running
The drums started beating.
Bom! boom! boom! boom!
Fly and Mosquito dance.

And behind her is Bedbug, Bedbug
Boots top, top!

Boogers with worms,
Bugs with moths.
And the beetles are horned,
Rich men
They wave their hats,
They dance with butterflies.

Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The midges danced.

People are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For the dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!

Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumps with Ant
And he winks at the insects:

"You are little insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”

Boots squeak
Heels are knocking -
There will be, there will be midges
Have fun until the morning:
Today the Fly-Tsokotukha
Birthday girl!

Fedorino grief

1

WITH shakes the sieve across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.

There's a broom behind the shovel
She walked along the street.

Axes, axes
So they pour down the mountain.
The goat got scared
She widened her eyes:

"What's happened? Why?
I won’t understand anything.”

But, like a black iron leg,
The poker ran and jumped.

And the knives rushed down the street:
“Hey, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it, hold it!”

And the pan is on the run
She shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can’t resist!”

So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chatting, chattering, rattling...

The irons run and quack,
They jump over puddles, over puddles.

And behind them are saucers, saucers -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!

They rush along the street -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
They bump into glasses - ding! -
And the glasses - ding! - break.

And the frying pan runs, strums, and knocks:
"Where are you going? Where? Where? Where? Where?"

And behind her are forks,
Glasses and bottles

Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.

A table fell out of the window
And he went, he went, he went, he went, he went...

And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse,
The samovar sits
And he shouts to his comrades:
“Go away, run, save yourself!”

And into the iron pipe:
"Boo Boo Boo! Boo Boo Boo!"

And behind them along the fence
Fedora's grandmother gallops:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come home!”

But the trough answered:
“I’m angry with Fedora!”
And the poker said:

“I am not Fedora’s servant!”

And porcelain saucers

They laugh at Fedora:
"Never have we, never
We won’t come back here!”

Here are Fedorina's cats
Tails are dressed up,
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes:

"Hey you stupid plates,
Why are you jumping like squirrels?
Should you run behind the gate?
With yellow-throated sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait,
Come home!”


But the plates are curling and curling,
But Fedora is not given:
“We’d better get lost in the field,
But we won’t go to Fedora!”

A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
“Where, where! Where-where!
Where are you from and where?!”

And the dishes answered:
“It was bad for us at the woman’s place,
She didn't love us
She beat us, she beat us,
Got dusty, smoky,
She ruined us!”

“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn’t been easy for you!”

“Yes,” said the copper basin, “
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten,
We are covered in slop.

Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there,
That's why we are from a woman
They ran away like from a toad,
And we walk through the fields,
Through the swamps, through the meadows,
And to the sloppy mess
We won’t come back!”

And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and over hummocks.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries, and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table left the gate.
Grandma would cook cabbage soup
Go and look for a saucepan!
And the cups and glasses are gone,
There are only cockroaches left.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Woe!


6

And the dishes come and go
It walks through fields and swamps.

And the saucers cried:
“Isn’t it better to go back?”

And the trough began to cry:
“Alas, I am broken, broken!”

But the dish said: “Look,
Who's that behind there?

And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fedora is walking and hobbling.

But a miracle happened to her:
Fedora has become kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:


“Oh, my poor orphans,
The irons and pans are mine!
Go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with spring water.
I'll clean you with sand
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will again
Shine like the sun,
And I will remove the filthy cockroaches,
I will sweep away the Prussians and spiders!”

And the rolling pin said:
“I feel sorry for Fedor.”

And the cup said:
“Oh, she’s a poor thing!”

And the saucers said:
“We should go back!”

And the irons said:
“We are not Fedora’s enemies!”


7

I kissed you for a long, long time
And she caressed them,
She watered and washed.
She rinsed them.

"I won't, I won't
I will offend the dishes.
I will, I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!”

The pots laughed
They winked at the samovar:
“Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!”

Let's fly,
They rang
Yes, to Fedora straight into the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!

And the broom, and the broom is cheerful -
She danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust behind Fedora.

And the saucers rejoiced:
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!
And they dance and laugh -
Ding-la-la! Ding-la-la!

And on a white stool
Yes, on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
It's like the heat is burning
And he puffs and looks at the woman:
“I forgive Fedorushka,
I treat you to sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fedora Egorovna!”

Nikolay Nekrasov

Peasant children

ABOUT once upon a time, in the cold winter season,
I came out of the forest; it was bitterly cold.
I see it's slowly going uphill
A horse carrying a cart of brushwood.
And, walking importantly, in decorous calm,
A man leads a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a short sheepskin coat,
In big mittens... and he's as small as a fingernail!
“Great, lad!” - Move past! —
“You’re so formidable, as I can see!
Where do the firewood come from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, chops, and I take it away.
(A woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest.) -
“What, does your father have a big family?” —
The family is big, two people
Just men: my father and I... -
“So that's it! What’s your name?” - Vlas. —
“How old are you?” - The sixth has passed...
Well, dead! - the little one shouted in a deep voice,
He pulled the reins and walked faster.

Irina Fadeeva
Health-improving leisure “My cheerful ringing ball”

The sports ground is festively decorated. Along the edges of the court there are banners depicting fragments of games and activities with the ball. (football, volleyball, gymnastic exercises, etc.) Sounds "Sports March" I. Dunaevsky. Children come out dressed in sports uniforms. They walk around the site and line up.

Guess the riddle He is round and smooth He jumps very deftly What is this? Ball!

Guys, how many of you know poems and songs about the ball?

"Ball" (mystery)

They beat him with their feet and a stick. No one feels sorry for him. And why do they beat the poor fellow? It’s because he’s been fooled.

"Ball"

My cheerful one, voiced ball Where did you run off to? Yellow, red, blue, I can’t keep up with you! I smacked you with my palm. You jumped and loudly You stomped fifteen times in a row Jumped into the corner and back. And then you rolled and didn’t come back. It rolled into the garden, rolled to the gate, rolled under the gate, reached the turn, got under the wheel there, burst, slammed - that's all.

(S. Marshak.)

Song "Ball" sl. Naydenova's music. O. Timicheeva

I'm a cheerful jumper -

Jump, jump! I can reach the ceiling

Instantly, instantly! Slap me with your palm -

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I'm against the wall I'll clap loudly -

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! The guys hit me hard -

Knock, knock! Still, I’m still a friend to the guys, a friend!

Of course, the ball is a friend to all the guys, it doesn’t let them get bored, helps them grow, harden and become stronger.

Let's guys remember what movements you can perform with the ball.

Children, if desired, go out and show movements (throw the ball up and catch it with one or two hands; hit the ground moving forward or standing still, etc.)

Look how beautifully the guys perform "Exercises with balls" music Chichkova.

And now the ball calls us all to play. Game - attraction "Who will take more balls" (different sizes) "Ball Game" music M Kraseva lyrics. Vysheslavskaya.

1. My ball is flying

Flies towards you

Don't miss it!

Hold it

And throw it to me again!

Chorus: My friend, my funny ball!

He is with me everywhere!

One two three four five,

It's good for me to play with him.

2. My nice ball,

funny ball

Doesn't sit still! I'll grab him, I'll let him go

And again he flies!

Chorus: My friend, my funny ball!

He is with me everywhere! One, two, three, four five, It’s good for me to play with him. Description: children stand in a circle, the leader is in the center. The beginning of the song - the presenter throws the ball to the children one by one, they return the ball to him. Chorus - the presenter throws the ball on the floor, the children jump on two legs.

Children, what other ball games do you know (Children call "The Hunter and the Hares""Knocked out" "Volleyball", "Hockey with a ball" and etc.)

The most favorite ball game for both adults and children, of course. "Football"

There's a song playing "Footballers" sl. Malkova music Sidelnikova. Then games are played with the children "Training Football Players" and “Relay with

balls”, (In conclusion, the game of small mobility: "Ball Game" music Kraseva.

You hurry up and hide our big beautiful ball. We will find this ball and bring it to you.

Everyone sings a song, the ball is in the hands of one, everyone closes their eyes at the end of the song. A child hiding a ball says "it's time" Children go looking for the ball. The finder becomes the leader).

Finally leisure children are given gifts - new balls for games and activities. Children perform a song "Ball" sl. Petrova's music Chichkova.

Publications on the topic:

"My funny ringing ball" Technological map of Direct educational activities Date of implementation___ Full name of the teacher Kachinskaya Victoria Borisovna.

Goal: creating conditions for emotionally close communication between children and parents in various situations; formation of interaction skills with each other.

Physical education leisure with the participation of parents in the middle group “My funny, ringing ball...” Physical education leisure with the participation of parents in the middle group “My funny, ringing ball...” Conceptual goal: Promoting a healthy image.

Municipal preschool educational autonomous institution kindergarten No. 2 of the city of Svobodny “My funny ringing ball” Sports.

Consultation for parents “My funny ringing ball!” Ball games are the most popular among children, and this is not surprising. A ball (big or small) is a toy that requires.

“My funny ringing ball” - developing children’s interest in exercises with the ball. Teach children to do exercises with a small ball. Exercise children in different types of walking and running using a small ball.

Great ones about poetry:

Poetry is like painting: some works will captivate you more if you look at them closely, and others if you move further away.

Small cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creaking of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is what has gone wrong.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is the most susceptible to the temptation to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen splendors.

Humboldt V.

Poems are successful if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is usually believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish poems grow without knowing shame... Like a dandelion on a fence, like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not only in verses: it is poured out everywhere, it is all around us. Look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life emanate from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

A beautiful verse is like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. The poet makes our thoughts sing within us, not our own. By telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He's a magician. By understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful poetry flows, there is no room for vanity.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in the Russian language. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. It is through feeling that art certainly emerges. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

-...Are your poems good, tell me yourself?
- Monstrous! – Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! – the newcomer asked pleadingly.
- I promise and swear! - Ivan said solemnly...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from others only in that they write in their words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched over the edges of a few words. These words shine like stars, and because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

Ancient poets, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. This is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, behind every poetic work of those times there is certainly hidden an entire Universe, filled with miracles - often dangerous for those who carelessly awaken the dozing lines.

Max Fry. "Chatty Dead"

I gave one of my clumsy hippopotamuses this heavenly tail:...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea, and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore, drive away the critics. They are just pathetic sippers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let poetry seem to him like an absurd moo, a chaotic pile-up of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from a boring mind, a glorious song sounding on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing more than pure poetry that has rejected the word.