Behind the village at dawn where rye sways. Extra-curricular event "Generous Moscow land with talents

Class hour on the topic: "Conversation with the Motherland"

I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?

Target: contributing to the formation of views and beliefs corresponding to a patriotic personality.

Tasks:

Strengthening the patriotic qualities of the individual Expanding the horizons of students Creating conditions for the analysis and synthesis of the situation based on personal life experience. Increasing interest in the history of the Fatherland Development of the emotional sphere.

Technical equipment: media projector, computer.

Presentation.

Decor: the tables are arranged in a semicircle, the landscape of the expanses of Russia is projected onto the screen. (Slide #1)

I. teacher's word.

Love for the motherland is the most important feeling for every person. We call it Motherland because we were born in it, they speak our native language in it, and everything in it is native to us, our fathers and grandfathers lived in it, it fed us with its bread, made us drink with its waters, learned its language, as mother she protects and protects us from all adversity and enemies. You have probably heard the expression: “Motherland is mother”. Each person treats his mother with tenderness, love and care, loves to talk with her, ask questions, listens to her advice. And today, I invite you to imagine that we are talking with the Motherland, and find out what worries her, what she rejoices about, what she dreams about?

Before starting our conversation with the Motherland, let's talk with you about what else is included in the concept of the Motherland. First, let's listen to the song "Where does the Motherland begin?". Listen carefully to the words of the song, each of you has a sheet with a pasted yellow circle on which the word Motherland is written on the desk, and white petals lie next to it, write on each petal the key words from the song that are included in the concept of Motherland. Now think about what the Motherland means for each of you? Write these words on the remaining petals.

(Students express opinions about what else is included in the concept of the Motherland, make up a camomile).

II. "Conversation with the Motherland"

A) The teacher reads the epigraph to the lesson: Outside the village, at dawn, where it is light from the birches,

I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”

Where do you get your courage and your beauty?

Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

Behind the village, at dawn, where the rye sways,

I asked Russia: “Where are you happiness

do you take?

Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,

Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Russia!”

What does the poet ask the Motherland? What would you like to ask the motherland about?

Children must imagine that they are talking to the Motherland. Task: come up with a question for the Motherland. (Students come up with questions and write them down on sheets of paper). Now let's try to answer some of your questions. To do this, let's put your questions in the box and take out the question. And now we will answer it (2-3 questions with a collective discussion). Let's put all your questions in a book, which we will call "a conversation with the Motherland." Let's leave a blank slate for the answer.

And I would like to ask the Motherland the following questions. Let's try to answer them: 1 . What is the Motherland to grieve about? (slide)

2. What or whom is Russia proud of? (slide)

3. How does the Motherland want to see its children? (slide)

II. The game "What will you give to your native Earth?"

Children are divided into pairs, hold hands and stand in a chain one after another. One person is the driver. The first couple addresses him with the words: “If you want to be with me, what will you give to your native Earth?”

The driver must say what he will do for the Motherland when he grows up, for example: I will plant a garden, I will build beautiful houses, etc. After his answer, everyone raises their hands, and the child passes under the raised hands. Along the way, he chooses someone from any pair and leads him along. At the end of the chain, they form a new pair. The one left without a pair goes to the beginning of the chain, and the game continues. If there is an even number of children in the class, two are driving.

The children take their seats.

The feeling of the Motherland - penetrates into us with mother's milk, it is the air that we breathe, the sun that we see, the house in which we live. The feeling of the Motherland permeates our whole life. Wherever we are, we are always drawn to home, to our native corner.

"In the native corner, everything is to your liking"

It is always warm in the native corner,

There the trouble disappears in an instant,

Your family is waiting for you there.

There are your friends at the table

It's easier to believe and love

Dream, be yourself

Forgive you there and understand

And they won't be blamed for anything.

Think about what a person should try to be in order to benefit his native country, so that the Motherland can be proud of him?

Now I will give you cards that list different qualities. Mark those qualities that a person needs to possess in order not to upset the Motherland, parents, comrades.

Hard-working Respectful to other people Courageous Be proud of your people Know and love your native language Courageous Educated Treat your native nature with care Help out friends Do everything for the good of your Motherland Remember and respect the exploits of your ancestors

What qualities remain? That's right, people with such qualities upset the Motherland, make it sad.

“We are bequeathed to love the Motherland

And my heart from everywhere to reach out to her,

Do not break the connecting thread,

And sometimes we need to look back.” (Slide number 16).

Guys, we are all residents of a wonderful, rich country. Our Motherland is Russia. Russia, Rus, Motherland, native land, native land, father's house - the most precious words for a Russian person (the words are accompanied by slides No. 5-11 with views of Russia's nature).

Russia…

Like a word from a song

birch young foliage,

Around forests, fields and rivers,

Expanse, Russian soul -

I love you my Russia

For the clear light of your eyes,

I love, I deeply understand

Steppe pensive sadness

I love everything they call

In one broad word Russia.

Teacher: I believe that each of you will grow up as a person who will benefit the Motherland, never upset her, increase her wealth, protect and protect.

Communication with you was very fruitful and pleasant. To keep a visual memory of our meeting, I want to give you this book. Save it until graduation

I invite you to stand in a circle and answer the question: What did this class hour give you? What feelings are you experiencing right now? You were happy, warm that you have good classmates, what do you feel?

Used Books:

A. Lopatina, M. Skrebtsova "Steps of Wisdom", 2008

"Poems about the Motherland" Moscow 1985

B. History of the fatherland for children - M, 1996

N. A. Nekrasov “Green Noise”. Moscow, 1981

Municipal budgetary educational institution of the city of Irkutsk

secondary school No. 36

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Classroom hour

on the theme "Love for the Motherland"

(for students of grade 6B)

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Behind the village at dawn, where it is light from birches,
I asked Russia: - "Where do you get your strength?
Where do you get your courage and your beauty,
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

Where there is a clear sky, where rye sways,
I asked Russia: - "Where do you get happiness?
Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, Sun-faced Russia?

On the border at the edge, in the blue silence
Outside the village, at dawn, I suddenly heard
In the quiet rustle of the fields, in the light ringing of the branches:
- Yes, from our beloved, dear mothers!

I returned home and asked my mother:
- "Where do you take, dear, so much vitality,"
Mom thought about it, straightening her scarf,
And she answered quietly: - "In Russia, son."

Every last two lines of verses are repeated.

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* * *
Behind the village at dawn, where it is light from birches,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?
Where do you get your courage and your beauty,
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?

Where there is a clear sky, where rye sways,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?
Where do you get a smile, where is a calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Russia?

On the border at the edge, in the blue silence
Outside the village at dawn, I suddenly heard
In the quiet rustle of the fields, in the light ringing of the branches:
- Yes, from our beloved, dear mothers!

I returned home and asked my mother:
- Where do you get, dear, so much vitality,
So much tenderness, affection, kindness and warmth,
That all of Russia is bright from your clear eyes?

Mom thought about it, straightening her scarf
And she answered quietly: “In Russia, son ...”

* * *
We teach others, not ourselves, mercy,
In our hearts we convict someone of evil,
And there, behind the fog, behind the dense forest,
There is a holy place on sinful earth.

Knocking on our souls with either happiness or sorrow
Winter fists and palms of spring.
And there behind the fog, behind the fabulous forest,
There is a holy place where we are all equal.

In the silence of that sacred no song, no cry,
The deceiver will suddenly shudder, the rhetorician will freeze.
Strawberries flow down the sunset into the grass,
And tree branches stretch to mushrooms.

Both the widow and the bride are equal in rights there,
The nests there are filled with eternity of stars.
On sinful earth there is a sacred place -
A sacred place is a peasant churchyard.

* * *
Oh, how I wish in the spring
A thawed path on a ringing day
go somewhere with you
From noisy villages and villages.

I would like all your sorrows
Leave somewhere behind
And not noticing anything
Happy side by side to go.

Do not hear rustles and sounds,
Not to see birds and nests in the bushes,
Your trusting hands
Suddenly feel in your hands.

And in an unfamiliar white grove
Look into the eyes of relatives
Forget that they are waiting for us somewhere at home,
And have no regrets.

Heap past worries
Dew in the forest grace,
Find a way to your lips
And all the others - to lose! ...

* * *
Lost in the burdock trail
The one I left here.
Only light streams over the memory:
Yellow leaf on a green afterglow.

Old elm, like a wounded beast,
Fumbling with branches in search of childhood.
The door to the past is firmly locked,
And no one will let you warm up.

Somewhere an angry moose trumpets,
A mouse rustles in a boarded up house.
Red wind, soaked through,
Looking for something in the cold straw.

Thickened ink in the spring
Neither people nor horses will sip.
Only my pain pulls from the puddles,
As of old, palm plantain ...

* * *
You are like a dawn and a mystery to me,
I searched for years, but I met by chance,
You are not lost in the vast world -
Light lily in the dark pool!
Not lost, not lost
And she splashed the petals on the water.
The days are so long! And goodbyes are short
I'm up to you - and neither by swimming, nor by boat.
And water lilies laugh at me,
Do not dive to you do not touch.
If you want, in the heat I will expire with a tear,
Just to be together, next to you?
If you want, I will become your stem and root,
White lily in a black pool?
The willow is silent, the heather is smiling,
They know you won't come ashore to me.
You will lure you into the dark depths in the middle of the day,
But you won't give me your petals.
How much should I wander in love,
A bright lily in a pool of black?
Your light is cool, my failures
Autumn will extinguish and hide in the river.

* * *
Oh, what kind of creatures - the Russian people!
An old woman lives in a wrecked hut.

Was in high esteem. And she was famous.
Now it is even forgotten by the neighbors.

Lives, lives on in old age
Without anger at the world, without resentment towards people.

Lives, lives, as in gray twilight, -
Neither to the former daughter-in-law and nor to the nursing home.

Everything was - gone. Not a widow. And no mother.
"Why would I embarrass someone?"

Alone, as in the desert, poor and miserable,
Prosperity, health does not ask God.

At night he stands by his lamp:
“Oh, God, send me death as soon as possible!

Oh, Good Lord, I tearfully pray,
Accept my sinful soul…”

* * *
Behind the sleepy village, behind the quiet sadness
The meadow smells of fogs mixed with buckwheat.

In a vineyard behind a pasture, over a nearby river
Sad voices are dripping with dew.

I stand and listen, - I want, I don't want, -
On the right - deep sadness, on the left - loneliness.

They wander along the paths in the dark - they do not glow,
Only I have a presentiment that they will meet here.

And so it turned out to be joyful. And the prophecy came true:
Somewhere in the floodplain met - sadness and loneliness.

Swallows over the pool. The star is sleeping on the shallows.
Two voices embraced and raised the dawn.

Motherland

Past the dull rowan
Along the goose path
I'll go out into the field alone
On a date with Russia.

The air that is on honey -
Small Bucket - without snacks.
And fall to the ground
In a peasant way, in Russian.

Pain and poverty are not sins
The mother is not looking for the guilty.
I bow for everyone
The poor and the poor.

And the sky is light
I ask for forgiveness
To reduce evil
Patience has not run out.

To sit at the table
With faith and love,
And so that your every moan
Responded to us with pain.

Municipal educational institution for orphans and children left without parental care "Children's Home-School"

extracurricular activity

"Generous Moscow land with talents"

Prepared

Primary school teacher

Terentyeva E.A.

November, 2012

Event goals:

1. 
   Creation of an idea of ​​the characteristic features of folk crafts Khokhloma, Dymkovo, Zhostovo, Gzhel, as well as products such as Russian nesting dolls.
2. 
   Development of perception, imagination, sense of beauty, harmony, national identity, creative abilities.
3. 
   Formation of interest in the history and culture of their people.
4. 
   Raising respect for Russian masters and for the native people.
5. 
   Raising pride in national culture and creativity.
6. 
   Development of interest in the study of the native land.

Tasks:

1. 
   Develop creativity, thinking, speech.
2. 
   Strengthen the patriotic and moral qualities of the individual.
3. 
   Develop the emotional sphere.
4. 
   Learn to preserve the traditions of the Russian people.
5. 
   To develop the cognitive activity of students.

Equipment:

1. 
   Exhibition of handicrafts of Russia.
2. 
   Posters about folk crafts.
3. 
   Book of poems by Vladislav Bahrevsky "Golden Keys to the Heart".
4. 
   Drawings and crafts for children.
5. 
   Musical arrangement.
6. 
   Reports of students about the cities of the Golden Ring of Russia.

Event progress

1. 
   The hall is decorated with posters; drawings that children performed in art classes; drawings of educators; student reports on the cities of the Golden Ring of Russia.
2. 
   An exhibition of samples of decorative and applied art from the Moscow Region and children's works were arranged: Gzhel dishes, Zhostovo trays, Bogorodsk toys, matryoshka dolls from Sergiev Posad, a Pavlovsk shawl, a folk costume of a resident of the Moscow province, Kudrin woodcarving, Fedoskino lacquer miniature.

Student 1: Outside the village, at dawn, where it is light from birches,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get your strength?”
Where do you get your courage and your beauty?
Nightingale dawns, blue rivers purity?
Behind the village, at dawn, where the rye sways,
I asked Russia: “Where do you get happiness?”
“Where do you get a smile and calm sadness,
Tell me, tell me, sun-faced Russia!”

Student 2: Moscow region, Moscow region,

Territory beloved and native!

Moscow region, Moscow region!

We admire you.

Student 3: The bright sun is rising, people are hurrying to the fair.
And at the fair goods: samovars are sold,
People buy drying and great toys!

Leading: - Do you know who came to us? That's right, Peddler. He goes to fairs, sells goods. Let's take a look at his box. (takes out objects and shows).

Here and Khokhloma, and Gzhel, and Dymkovo young ladies. And the tray is good - Zhostovo!

Student 3: - See how many goods I have in the box! I want to invite you to the fair - to help me sell the goods. Yes, I doubt: can you help me, do you know what my goods are called?

Children: We know, we know! And not only what they are called, but also how and where they are made.

Student 3: - And now we will check.

We bow to an amazing miracle more than once.
Now the story will go about the folk crafts.

Host: It's no secret that Russian matryoshka has become the best souvenir from Russia.

(Girls in costumes of nesting dolls come out. They demonstrate several nesting dolls, taking them out one by one).

Russian Matryoshenkas, white girls.
All with scarlet cheeks, covered with handkerchiefs.
An amazing miracle - they talk about it everywhere.
Look how good the matryoshka is - the Russian soul!

Chastushkas of Moscow matryoshkas are performed.

We are funny nesting dolls

We love to sing and dance

We have rosy cheeks

Scarlet lips are burning.

On my sundress -

Clubfoot roosters.

I myself am not a clubfoot,

Clubfoot groomsmen.

There are two flowers on the window -

Blue and scarlet.

I'm a fighting girl

Although small in stature.

I am a brave matryoshka

The most skillful.

chubby and blush,

Dressed in a sundress.

Girls - whites,

Where did you get white?

We milked the cows yesterday

Washed with milk.

Matryoshka first appeared in the 1990s. 19th century in Moscow.

The funniest bazaar in Russia at that time was in Sergievsky Posad. As soon as the brisk merchants did not contrive, they did not praise their goods! Whoever is more unusual is more suitable for buyers. It seemed that nothing could surprise buyers. But once the sellers were alert, the buyers listened.

Student 4: Here is Masha, Dasha and Natasha
Three things in one pile.
And son Vanyusha stayed at home,
Frost was scared.

This is how a peasant from the village of Abramtsevo described his goods and slowly laid out wooden dolls in multi-colored sundresses in front of buyers. Suddenly he broke one in half, and in it another, smaller one. He opened it, and another one looks out of it. What is unseen?

That's the master!

But he did not come up with this curiosity. The landowner Mamontova brought a Japanese toy from abroad - a large-headed wooden Japanese. You open it, and in it is a Japanese woman, and in it is also a Japanese baby hidden. The Mammoths liked the toy very much. They asked the turner Zvezdochkin to carve a doll out of wood like a Japanese one. The artist Malyutin was instructed to paint it.

Malyutin liked to paint a tree, often used the motifs of Russian folk tales.

His doll did not look like a Japanese one. It was a girl in a Russian sundress and apron. The real Matryona. So they called the doll matryoshka.

Many admired the matryoshka, but only the rich could buy it.

Inventive masters have already come up with a new form of nesting dolls. Matryoshka Cossacks, knights, fly agarics appeared, but a cheerful peasant girl remained a favorite toy.

Matryoshka began to be exported abroad. And there she fell in love with everyone, surprised everyone.

You can make a nested doll only on a lathe, where the first, smallest, figure is turned out of seasoned birch or linden wood, along it - the lower part of the figure is larger, then its upper half, and so on the whole row of a multi-placed toy.

The shapes of the matryoshka are soft, rounded, the outlines of the head smoothly pass into the body. The base of the figurine is stable.

After the master makes a wooden nesting doll, the artist starts work.

In each locality, the matryoshka is painted differently. I will tell you about the painting of nesting dolls from Sergiev Posad. We draw a painted handkerchief, eyes, eyebrows, nose and mouth to the nesting doll, blush the cheeks. From under the handkerchief, blond hair, styled in a straight parting, is visible. We draw pens. Then we dress up the nesting doll in an embroidered shirt and sundress.

The colors are bright, juicy, we use gilding, varnish.

Here she is our Russian nesting doll!

Student 5: Scarlet silk handkerchief, Russian floral sundress.
The hand rests on the wooden sides.
And there are secrets inside: maybe three, maybe six.
Our Russian matryoshka has blushed a little!

(Matryoshka dance is performed)

Student 6: Snow falls softly, blue smoke curls.
Smoke comes out of the chimneys in a pillar, as if everything is in a haze.
Blue gave. And the village is big - they called Dymkovo.

Student 7: Evenings in winter are long, the master sculpts here from clay.
All toys are not simple, but magically painted:
Circles, cells, stripes - a seemingly simple pattern,
And you can't look away.

Student 8: We came from Dymkovo, they brought you toys.
Masters and craftswomen live in Dymkovo village
Someone made a turkey - fluffy sides.
Someone's clay suddenly became a peacock.
Someone fashioned a titmouse - it immediately became more fun!

(They demonstrate toys: a skate, a turkey, a duck, a lady in a hat, etc.)

Student 9: Lamb-whistle, left horn - curl,
The right horn is a curl, on the chest is a flower.
Duck-Marfutka walks carefully,
Ducks-Marfutochek leads to swim.
India-turkey-turkey, you look like a chest.
The chest is not simple, red, white, gold.

And these wonderful toys appeared in the Dymkovo settlement, not far from the city of Khlynov. Dymkovo masters were engaged in various crafts, but toy business was their favorite.

In ancient times, 100 or more years ago, festive fairs were organized, the best decoration of which were Dymkovo toys-whistles, made in the form of fabulous animals. These toys were loved not only by children, but also by adults, they decorated their homes with them.

(Whistling into whistle toys)

The legend of the Dymkovo skate has survived to this day (show skate)

“Every spring, wonderful horses with silver manes and golden tails lead the chariot of the Sun into the sky. The sun brings people warmth, crops, which is why bright circles and stripes appeared on Dymkovo toys.

An old Dymkovo toy is a complex handiwork. In the spring, red clay was collected and mixed with river sand. Balls were rolled out of the resulting clay, which were turned into “pancakes”, and then the “pancake” was folded so that the desired shape of the toy was obtained. Small details were molded separately, and then attached to the main figure. They did it skillfully, for this purpose the craftswomen always had at hand both a wet rag and a sharp splinter. After modeling, the toys were dried for several days, then fired in a Russian oven and cooled.

The next stage of work is “bleaching”: the figurine is immersed in a solution of chalk with milk. And the red clay figurine becomes dazzling white.

Now you can start coloring. This will require special paints, made on an egg with kvass. The patterns, it would seem, are simple: cells, stripes, dots, circles, ovals. But craftswomen know how to combine them so that the toy becomes bright, interesting, original. In addition, the toy was decorated with shining rhombus leaves of gold leaf, which made it even more elegant and richer.

(Demonstrate wooden utensils with Khokhloma painting).

Student 10: Khokhloma painting - a scattering of scarlet berries,
Echoes of summer in the green grass,
Coppice groves, silk splashes
Sunny honey golden foliage.

Student 11: Khokhloma painting, like witchcraft,
She asks for a fairy song herself,
And nowhere in the world there are no such inflorescences.
Of all miracles, our Khokhloma is more wonderful.

This painting of wooden utensils and furniture is named after a village located in the Nizhny Novgorod region. In the village of Khokhloma, at fairs, this wonderful dish was sold, which was brought here from the villages of Semino, Kuligino, Novopokrovskoye.

And when and how this miracle of craftsmen was born, we will tell you.

In ancient times, a master painter lived in Moscow. The king highly appreciated his skills and generously rewarded him for his efforts. The master loved his craft, but most of all he loved the free life, and therefore one day he secretly left the royal court and moved to the Volga, to the deep forests. He cut down his own hut. And it looked the most ordinary, but you cross the threshold - you can’t take your eyes off the furniture and the dishes that the master made. As if the sun settled in his hut. The master knew how to make festive dishes from simple wooden dishes so that they burn with gold. To do this, he rubbed the dishes with tin powder, covered them with boiled linseed oil and put them in the stove. The oil turned yellow from the heat, and the tin looked like gold through it.

The fame of the master spread throughout the land, and it reached the formidable king. He ordered the archers to find the fugitive. But faster than the archer's feet, popular rumor flew.

The master found out about his trouble, gathered people and revealed to them the secrets of his craft. And in the morning, when the royal guards came, everyone saw how the hut of the master artist was burning with a bright flame. The hut burned down, and the master himself, no matter how they searched, was not found anywhere. His fellow villagers picked up his craft. And they made so many beautiful painted dishes that they decided to sell them to anyone who wants to.

Wooden utensils have been in widespread use since ancient times:

A wooden spoon with a bowl could be seen on the table of the noblewoman and in the peasant's hut, and in royal everyday life. Such dishes were required in large quantities, because the tree wore out quickly. Therefore, already in the 16th century, dishes were made for sale and brought to the markets in hundreds and thousands of pieces.

The most honorable dish on the table was the salt shaker. (product display).

In folk proverbs, bread and salt are combined into one inseparable whole.

“Eat bread and salt, but cut the truth,” says one.

“Without salt, without bread - a bad conversation,” echoes another.

A special place was occupied by a wooden spoon. Taking a piece of wood of a certain size - a baklusha, the master - a spoon cut it into several parts. Then came the final finishing. The inner part was removed with a hook-knife, and the surface was planed, smoothed, and the product is ready.

The whole family worked on making spoons. The most responsible operations were the responsibility of men, and the surface of the spoons was trimmed by women and children. Then they were given to the master for coloring.

Now the artist is taking over. First, the entire product must be coated with silvery aluminum powder, and only then painted with oil paints.

The painted thing is again covered with drying oil and dried in an oven, after which the silver gives a golden hue, and the red patterns glow even brighter against the gold and black background.

Khokhloma painting is a floral ornament.

Here are the elements of Khokhloma painting (showing samples from the booth):

“grass”, “apple”, “berry”, “grape” and others.

The most important types of painting: "grass" and "Kudrina".

Student 12: Spoons, spoons, painted spoons!
Spoons are gilded, twisted patterns!
Even though they slurp cabbage soup, but if you want - play music!

(The boys beat the rhythm with spoons, dance).

Student 13: How good is this Zhostovo tray!
All the flowers burn on it, as if painted with fire.
On a Zhostovo tray in the mirror surface of varnish
Rye copper of ears, steppe blush of poppy.
Crimson late leaves, first forest snowdrop...
And Zhostovo brushes are softer than light willow.

At the beginning of the XIX century. not far from Moscow, in the ancient villages of Zhostovo, Ostashkovo, Novosiltsevo, a craft for painted lacquer trays arose.

In the 20s. 20th century small workshops united into one artel, which later became the Zhostovo factory of decorative painting.

The birth of trays begins with cutting a billet of the desired size from an iron sheet. Then, with the help of powerful presses, the workpiece is given the desired shape.

There are 26 different forms of trays at the factory: round, oval, rectangular, “guitar”, octagonal, etc. The sharp edges of the form are folded over, the workpiece is primed, dried, sanded and coated with black paint and then varnished.

Zhostovo painting is a flower arrangement of roses, tulips, asters, dahlias, poppies, bluebells, daisies, forget-me-nots. These flowers are collected in bouquets, garlands, wreaths. They are supplemented with leaves and small twigs. The drawing is applied in a certain sequence.

Student 14: Blue birds in the blue sky, a sea of ​​blue flowers.
Pitchers and mugs - a true story or fiction?
Golden handicrafts!
A blue fairy tale is a feast for the eyes, like drops in the spring.
Kindness, care, warmth and patience - the Russian voiced Gzhel!

There is a village near Moscow, called Gzhel. The richest deposits of high-quality clay have long been discovered in this area, which led to the development of pottery here. For the first time this small village was mentioned 650 years ago in the message of the Grand Duke of Moscow Ivan Kalita.

They make Gzhel dishes from white clay. This dish is white, and blue-blue flowers are painted on it.

Gzhel masters used in their painting only blue, different shades of blue: from light blue to dark blue and even purple. The technique of painting, which is still used by Gzhel masters, is called majolica.

Gzhel porcelain is diverse, it reflects all the styles and changes in tastes of past centuries.

But one thing is invariable in it - the national character, because it was created in the sphere of folk craftsmen and traditions.

Student 3: Yes, Russian craftsmen knew how to work. They put all their skills into their work. Therefore, the products turned out so beautiful, so pleased people.

Student 15: Look! These things have come to visit us today,
To tell us the secrets of ancient, wonderful beauty.
To introduce us to the world of Russia, the world of legends and goodness.
To say that there are miracle people in Russia - masters!
Leading: And our guys also made crafts with their own hands!

(Children come out, each shows his craft).

Well thanks guys! I see you know a lot about folk crafts. And yes, you know how to do something! Come with me to the fair! We sell these items quickly!

So let's take the balalaika at parting, let's all sing along to her together!

^ Ditties are performed:

Who said ditties, like, are no longer in vogue these days?
And it’s only a matter of fashion, if people love them!

Hey girly girls

Sing ditties!

Come out soon

Make your guests happy!

We are Orekhovsky girls,

We won't disappear anywhere

We play music ourselves

We dance and eat.

We respect our city

We protect our city

About his native Nut

We sing sonorous songs.

We are friends with a cheerful song,

We all speak Russian.

We live well, do not grieve,

We eat bread with sour cream.

Oh, birch-birch

Curly-curly,

The city is not that big.

But still wonderful!

We are very glad to the guests,

We are waiting for you to visit us.

We will treat you with bread and tea,

We will invite you to dance with us.

Children perform a Russian folk dance "A princess walked around the city."

The student reads the poems of Vladislav Bahrevsky "Memories of Orekhovo-Zuyevo".

For shortcomings, pains, distances,

Beyond the delight of green fields

We are not childhood, we left the soul,

Swans, cranes, bullfinches.

It's close to an unexpected miracle,

There hedgehogs are all circling - telling fortunes,

And in the grass, like a sly saying,

Golden crown.

All participants of the holiday and guests sing the song "Moscow Evenings".

Literature:

1. 
   Klepinina Z.A. "My land: nature, history, culture".
2. 
   Dine G.L. "Toy master".
3. 
   Clients Alexey "Folk crafts".
4. 
   Bakhrevsky Vl. "Keys of Gold to the Heart"

Goals: expanding the historical knowledge of students; popularization of state symbols and the anthem of the Russian Federation; education of patriotism and citizenship, love for one's Motherland

Decor: flag and coat of arms of the Russian Federation; Russian landscape slides

Event progress

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ON THE. Nekrasov

Z phonogram "Where does the Motherland begin" against the background of the sound of music, the words of the presenter sound. Presenter: “Where does the Motherland begin? From the picture in your primer ... ”- this is how the song goes. So it is in life. After all, at school we learn not only to write and count, at school we talk about good and evil, we learn to love and hate, we get a charge of patriotism. At school, we are going through our most difficult years of becoming a person, a citizen. Where does Russia begin? From the Kuriles, Kamchatka or from the Commander? What are her steppe eyes sad Over the reeds of all her lakes?

Russia begins with a passion for work, patience, truth, kindness.

This is where her star lies. She is beautiful! She burns and shines in the dark.

Hence all her great deeds, Her unique destiny.

And if you are involved in it - Russia does not originate from the mountains, but from you!

The anthem of the Russian Federation sounds (I ask everyone to stand)

1st presenter.
I am a citizen.

I am a citizen of the Universe, I am a citizen of the world.

I am a citizen of my country, I am a citizen of Russia!

2nd host .
Good afternoon, dear guests!
We are pleased to welcome you to our event dedicated to the country in which we live - Russia.
- Russia, Russia, Motherland, native land,
Mom, father's house - the most precious words for Russian person. Rus- "blue" and "golden", "wooden" and "field", "drowsy" and "violent", this is the end of the rain and bad weather."
1 - th presenter; unknown, mysterious, country of birch chintz”, with its own customs and traditions, we live in the middle of big Russia. Among cities, forests, lakes, fields, And we have, when asked, A sword for the enemy, hugs for friends!
2nd t e c. We are bequeathed to love the Motherland
And Heart from everywhere reach out to her
Not interrupt connecting thread.
And sometimes we need it look back... (Photos of Russian nature are projected on the screen)
2nd reader. My Russia, my beloved Russia!
- I look at you, boundless, Now deciduous, now snowy;
Look and I won't look.
1- ych t e c. I magnify you again, dear epic land, - I praise every height and dude, i love it fields, valleys.
2nd reader.Glorify your every path.
I glorify early every dawn,
With an unceasing spiritual desire
Light verse from daisies twist.
1st presenter. Our Motherland has rich history, and each page of it evokes in us a genuine dignity. We are all children great Russia, protected by the Russian tricolor flag.
2nd e d u u and th. Where does it grow from, what is the meaning of the white-blue-red combination?(Viewing slides about R.F. symbols)
1st reader.

Behind the village, at dawn,

Where it is light from the birches, I asked Russia:
"Where do you get your strength?" 2nd reader. Where do you get courage
And your beauty
nightingale dawns,
Blue rivers purity?

Z - ychtets. Outside the village, at dawn, Where the rye sways, I asked Russia:
"Where do you get happiness?"

4thThu ec.

Where do you get a smile, Where is a calm awn? Tell me, tell me, Sunny Russia!

Leading:

How many colors! How much blue!

You, my Russia!

Many-sided land.

This is my homeland!

You keep peoples friendship!

This is for kids and adults!

Everyone needs this now!

Only here we understand

Russia is a bright house!

He always meets friends

Remembers every region!

Scene "Regions of Russia"

(show 8th grade students)

1 buffoon: Did you recognize us, friends?

2nd: Buffoons - he and I!

1 We open our shift and glorify Russia!

2- After all, Russia is a bright house,

Remembers every region!

2nd Nizhny Novgorod, Tyumen

Have fun all day long!

1st: Altai Territory, Barnaul, Omsk, Cherkessk, Orel, Tambov,

2nd: Tatarstan, Anapa, Biysk,

1st: Oh, look, make no mistake!

2nd: Adler, Astrakhan, Moscow,

What the city needs!

1st: Leningrad region.

And also Rostov.

1st: Chuvashia, Essentuki!

Eh! The spaces are wide!

Reader: We are children of the same country!

The boundless side!

We love you, Russia!

Your daughters, sons!

2nd: Look, friends,

How wide is Russia!

1st: Domes, fields, birches,

In every sound - songs ringing!

And dewdrops, like tears,

Like fairy tales - a wonderful dream.

1st: Let's invite all the cities here,

And the edges and regions of the vast Motherland!

For them to tell us

Than their region, the city is glorious!

2nd: What is there, What do they want to tell us?

"Cities Coming Out"

(the role of cities is played by students, each glorifies their city)

1. N - Novgorod:

We have GAS

We have a groove

We will take you with the wind!

2. Stavropol:

We are proud of Stavropol!

Here grain, and oil, and gas!

And there are many resorts

We invite you to visit!

3.Novosibirsk:

Novosibirsk is the capital of Siberia.

The third largest city in Russia!

We also have our own subway!

4. Tambov: You all, of course, have heard the expression "Tambov wolf".

You don't believe in these fairy tales

when you give people a heart

The Tambov wolf is not your beast,

The Tambov wolf is your comrade!

5. Rostov: Lives and works all day

Don Cossack to this day,

He sows, plows and forges,

Waiting for you with bread and salt!

Moscow region: We come from the city of Korolev, Moscow region, and we are proud that the All-Russian Flight Control Center is located in our city.

6. Krasnodar:

You Kuban! You, our Motherland!

Our age-old hero!

Multi-water, expanse,

You have spread far and wide!

7. Altai Territory:

We live in the Altai Territory,

Where is the capital - Barnaul,

In our depths, who does not know

There is silver, copper and salt.

Leading:

Russia! Motherland! Motherland!

Native sky blue!

Oh how sublime and pure

Your words ring in me!

And warmed by eternal tenderness.

Your birches and streams

Your frosty dawns

And your starry nights.

After all, everyone is a part of Russia.

And infinitely dear to her.

We are gaining strength

Under the flag of their homeland!

Conclusion:

presenter:

We are a part of big Russia!

A country that is not more beautiful!

And all the boys and girls

Unites our Russia!

A.S. Pushkin wrote: ... "I swear on my honor that for nothing in the world I would not want to change my fatherland or have a different history than the history of our ancestors, such as God gave it to us"

My Russia, my Motherland,
I was born here, I remember you from childhood.
But how much would didn't look at you
Admiring, I can not look enough;

Beautiful Volga full-flowing current,
Under the breeze of your fields, excitement,
Ural, Caucasus, dawn time,
Unique Evenings in Russia...

I hear power and glory in singing.
Live, dare, bloom, my power,
Be glorified in unity, in your wisdom,
The work of worthy sons and daughters.

We would like to end our event with the following words:

Oh, Russia, a country with a difficult fate,

I have you, Russia, like one heart,

And I'll tell a friend, I'll tell an enemy -

Without you, as without a heart, I can not live.

Leading: Every citizen of their homeland has something to be proud of! We are citizens of Russia and we also have something to be proud of!

Literature:

Beskorovainova L.S. Handbook of the class teacher. Rostov n / a: publishing house "Phoenix", 2004

Sgibneva E.P. Cool watch. Rostov-on-Don: "Phoenix", 2005