OLD MEN
In the meadows - in dugouts and huts - talkative old people live. They are either watchmen in the collective farm gardens, or ferrymen, or basket-makers. Basketmakers set up huts near the coastal thickets of willows.
Acquaintance with these old people usually begins during a thunderstorm or rain, when you have to sit out in huts until the thunderstorm falls over the Oka or into the forests and a rainbow over the meadows overturns.
Acquaintance always takes place according to a custom established once and for all. First we light a cigarette, then there is a polite and cunning conversation aimed at finding out who we are, after it - a few vague words about the weather (“we started raining” or, conversely, “finally wash the grass, otherwise all dry and dry"). And only after that the conversation can freely move on to any topic.
Most of all, old people like to talk about unusual things: about the new Moscow Sea, "water aeroplanes" (gliders) on the Oka, French food ("they cook soup from frogs and sip with silver spoons"), badger races and a collective farmer from near Pronsk, who, they say he earned so many workdays that he bought a car with music on them.
Most often, I met with a grumbling basket-maker grandfather. He lived in a hut on Muzga. His name was Stepan, and his nickname was "Beard on the poles."
Grandfather was thin, thin-legged, like an old horse. He spoke indistinctly, his beard climbed into his mouth; the wind ruffled grandfather's furry face.
Once I spent the night in Stepan's hut. I came late. There was a warm gray twilight, and hesitant rain fell. He rustled through the bushes, subsided, then began to make noise again, as if playing hide and seek with us.
This rain is fumbling like a child, - Stepan said. - Purely a child - it will stir here, then there, or even lurk, listening to our conversation.
By the fire sat a girl of about twelve, light-eyed, quiet, frightened. She only spoke in whispers.
Here, the fool from the Fence has strayed! - said the grandfather affectionately. - I searched and searched for a heifer in the meadows, and even searched until dark. She ran to the fire to her grandfather. What are you going to do with her.
Stepan pulled a yellow cucumber out of his pocket and gave it to the girl:
Eat, don't hesitate.
The girl took the cucumber, nodded her head, but did not eat.
Grandfather put a pot on the fire, began to cook stew.
Here, my dears, - said the grandfather, lighting a cigarette, - you wander, as if hired, through the meadows, through the lakes, but you don’t have the concept that there were all these meadows, and lakes, and monastery forests. From the Oka itself to Pra, for a hundred versts, the whole forest was monastic. And now the people's, now that forest is labor.
And why were they given such forests, grandfather? - asked the girl.
And the dog knows why! Foolish women spoke - for holiness. They prayed for our sins before the mother of God. What are our sins? We didn't have any sins. Oh, darkness, darkness!
Grandpa sighed.
I also went to churches, it was a sin, - my grandfather muttered embarrassedly. - Yes, what's the point! Bast shoes mutilated for nothing.
Grandfather paused, crumbled black bread into a stew.
Our life was bad,” he said, lamenting. “Neither the peasants nor the women were happy enough. The peasant is still back and forth - the peasant, at least, will be beaten to vodka, and the woman completely disappeared. Her children were not drunk, not full. She trampled all her life with tongs by the stove, until the worms in her eyes started. You don't laugh, you drop it! I said the right word about worms. Those worms started up in the woman's eyes from the fire.
Terrify! The girl sighed softly.
And don't be scared, - said the grandfather. - You won't get worms. Now the girls have found their happiness. Early on, people thought that it lives, happiness, on warm waters, in the blue seas, but in reality it turned out that it lives here, in a shard. - Grandfather tapped his forehead with a clumsy finger. - Here, for example, Manka Malyavina. The girl was vociferous, that's all. In the old days, she would have cried her voice overnight, and now you look what happened. Every day - Malyavin has a pure holiday: the accordion plays, pies are baked. And why? Because, my dears, how can he, Vaska Malyavin, not have fun living when Manka sends him, the old devil, two hundred rubles every month!
From where? - asked the girl.
From Moscow. She sings in the theater. Who heard, they say - heavenly singing. All the people are crying out loud. Here she is now becoming, a woman's share. She came last summer, Manka. So do you know! A thin girl brought me a present. She sang in the reading room. I'm used to everything, but I'll say it straight: it grabbed my heart, but I don't understand why. Where, I think, is such power given to man? And how it disappeared from us, peasants, from our stupidity for thousands of years! You’ll trample on the ground now, you’ll listen there, you’ll look here, and everything seems to die early and early - no way, dear, you won’t choose the time to die.
Grandfather removed the stew from the fire and climbed into the hut for spoons.
We should live and live, Yegorych, - he said from the hut. - We were born a little early. Didn't guess.
The girl looked into the fire with bright, shining eyes and thought about something of her own.
The little house where I live in Meshchera deserves a description. This is a former bathhouse, a log hut, lined with gray boarding. The house stands in a dense garden, but for some reason it is fenced off from the garden by a high palisade. This palisade is a trap for village cats who love fish. Every time I come back from fishing, cats of all colors - red, black, gray and white and tan - take the house under siege. They snoop around, sit on the fence, on the roofs, on the old apple trees, howl at each other and wait for the evening. All of them are looking at the kukan with fish - it is suspended from the branch of an old apple tree in such a way that it is almost impossible to get it.
In the evening, the cats carefully climb over the palisade and gather under the kukan. They rise on their hind legs, and with their front legs they make swift and deft strokes, trying to hook the kukan. From a distance it seems that the cats are playing volleyball. Then some impudent cat jumps up, clings to the hook with a death grip, hangs on it, sways and tries to tear off the fish. The rest of the cats beat each other on the mustachioed muzzles out of annoyance. It ends with me leaving the bathhouse with a lantern. Cats, taken by surprise, rush to the palisade, but do not have time to climb over it, but squeeze between the stakes and get stuck. Then they flatten their ears, close their eyes and start screaming desperately, asking for mercy.
In autumn the whole house is covered with leaves, and in two small rooms it becomes light, as in a flying garden.
Furnaces are crackling, it smells of apples, cleanly washed floors. Tits sit on branches, pour glass balls in their throats, ring, crackle and look at the windowsill, where there is a slice of black bread.
I rarely sleep at home. I spend most nights on the lakes, and when I stay at home I sleep in an old arbor at the back of the garden. It is overgrown with wild grapes. In the morning the sun hits it through the purple, purple, green and lemon foliage, and it always seems to me that I wake up inside a lit Christmas tree. Sparrows peer into the gazebo with surprise. They are mortally occupied by hours. They tick on a round table dug into the ground. Sparrows get close to them, listen to the ticking with one or the other ear, and then peck the watch strongly on the dial.
It is especially good in the gazebo on quiet autumn nights, when a leisurely sheer rain rustles in an undertone in the garden.
Cool air barely shakes the tongue of the candle. Angular shadows from grape leaves lie on the ceiling of the gazebo. A night butterfly, resembling a lump of gray raw silk, sits on an open book and leaves the finest shiny dust on the page.
It smells of rain - a gentle and at the same time pungent smell of moisture, damp garden paths.
At dawn I wake up. Fog rustles in the garden. Leaves fall in the mist. I pull a bucket of water from the well. A frog jumps out of the bucket. I douse myself with well water and listen to the shepherd's horn - he still sings far away, at the very outskirts.
I go to an empty bathhouse, boil tea. A cricket starts its song on the stove. He sings very loudly and pays no attention to my steps or the clinking of cups.
It's getting light. I take the oars and go to the river. Chained dog Marvelous sleeps at the gate. He beats his tail on the ground, but does not raise his head. Marvelous has long been accustomed to my leaving at dawn. He just yawns after me and sighs noisily.
I'm sailing in the fog. The East is rosy. The smell of the smoke of rural stoves is no longer heard. Only the silence of water, thickets, centuries-old willows remains.
Ahead is a deserted September day. Ahead - lostness in this vast world of fragrant foliage, herbs, autumn wilt, calm waters, clouds, low sky. And I always feel this lostness as happiness.
UNSELFISHNESS
You can write a lot more about the Meshchersky region. It can be written that this region is very rich in forests and peat, hay and potatoes, milk and berries. But I don't write about it on purpose. Should we really love our land only because it is rich, that it gives abundant harvests and that its natural forces can be used for our well-being!
Not only for this we love our native places. We love them also because, even if they are not rich, they are beautiful for us. I love the Meshchersky region because it is beautiful, although all its charm is not revealed immediately, but very slowly, gradually.
At first glance, this is a quiet and unwise land under a dim sky. But the more you get to know it, the more, almost to the point of pain in your heart, you begin to love this ordinary land. And if I have to defend my country, then somewhere in the depths of my heart I will know that I am also defending this piece of land, which taught me to see and understand the beautiful, no matter how unprepossessing it may be, this forest pensive land, love for who will never be forgotten, just as first love is never forgotten.
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I. Reading text.
1. Work with text before reading.
Children independently carry out the first stage of working with the text, paying attention to the title, author's name and illustration to the text. The teacher shows the book "Meshcherskaya Side". She is already familiar to the children. Pupils note the talent of K. Paustovsky - a real artist of the word, his poetry. They point to the autobiographical nature of the stories, the narration in the first person. Remember the principle of seeing beauty in the most ordinary.
- The section from which we read is devoted to autumn. How could the story "My House" be included in this section? (Apparently, K. Paustovsky talks about the house during the autumn period, includes autumn landscapes in the story, etc.)
One or two students, after preliminary preparation at home, write out key words for the first part on the board.
After reading the key words, the children make assumptions about the content..
2. Working with text while reading.
1.Primary reading and title of the 1st part.
Part 1children read aloud (commented reading, dialogue with the author).
The little house where I live in Meshchera deserves a description. (I wonder why? We ask a question, but it does not require an answer.) This is a former bathhouse, a log hut, lined with gray timber. (That is, boards.) The house stands in a dense garden, but for some reason it is separated from the garden by a high palisade. (A palisade is a fence where stakes or boards are close together - often, and the gaps between them are narrow.) This palisade is a trap for village cats who love fish.
Can you guess why? Need to clarify the meaning of the word trap- a trap.) Every time I return from fishing, cats of all stripes - red, black, gray and white and tan - take the house under siege. (That is, they surround him from all sides. Do you understand why?) They snoop around, sit on the fence, on the roofs, on old apple trees, howl at each other and wait for the evening. They all look, without looking up, at the kukan with fish - it is suspended from the branch of an old apple tree in such a way that it is almost impossible to get it. (If “almost”, then it is still possible ...)
In the evening, the cats carefully climb over the palisade (Why carefully?) and gather under the kukan. They rise on their hind legs, and with their front legs they make swift and deft strokes, trying to hook the kukan. From a distance it seems that the cats are playing volleyball. Then some arrogant cat jumps up, clings to the hook with a stranglehold, hangs on it, swings and tries to tear off the fish. (Can you imagine?) The rest of the cats beat each other on their mustachioed muzzles out of annoyance. (Can you imagine?) It ends with me leaving the bathhouse with a lantern. Cats, taken by surprise, rush to the palisade, but do not have time to climb over it, but squeeze between the stakes and get stuck. Then they flatten their ears, close their eyes and start screaming desperately, asking for mercy. (Introduced? Very bright picture!)
In autumn the whole house is covered with leaves, and in two small rooms it becomes light, as in a flying garden. (Why is it brighter in the house? (The leaves have fallen, the trees are bare, so it’s lighter.)
Furnaces are crackling, it smells of apples, cleanly washed floors. Tits sit on branches, pour glass balls in their throats, ring, crackle and look at the windowsill, where there is a slice of black bread.
Questions after reading part 1:
- What do you think, what is the mood of the owner of the house in the autumn in a wooden hut?
- What sounds, smells did you hear in the last two paragraphs?
How would you title this part? (“Desperate neighbors”, “Besieged hut.”) Notebook entry (p. 29, task 1).
- Why is the small house in Meshchera “worthy of description”, now can you answer this question?
Part 2(teacher reads).
During reading, you need to help children imagine autumn pictures, feel the mood of the author, a feeling of happiness alone with nature.
2.Rereading the story.
During the reading of the 2nd part, we invite the children to break it into pictures and make a plan (task 1 in the notebook, p. 29).
1) Arbor in the depths of the forest.
2) Night autumn rain.
3) Foggy dawn and invigorating shower.
4) The song of the cricket.
5) Leaving at dawn.
6) Lost in a vast world.
3. Summarizing conversation.
a) - Why does the narrator call the September day deserted?
b) - What is the secret, in your opinion, of this happiness in the midst of autumn withering?
(He communicates with nature, rests, observes, new thoughts are born in him.)
- You are absolutely right, and I want to read the lines of K. Paustovsky, in which he talks about the feeling of autumn: “There were many signs of autumn, but I tried to remember them. One thing I knew for sure - that I would never forget this autumn bitterness, miraculously combined with lightness in my soul and simple and clear thoughts.
The more gloomy were the clouds, dragging wet, tattered hems along the ground, the colder the rains, the fresher it became on the heart, the easier, as if by themselves, the words fell on paper.
c) - What do you think, what poetic lines are very suitable for the second part of the story "My House"?
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me! ..
A.S. Pushkin
d) - Do you think that the old house of K. Paustovsky, where he spent time in Meshchera, really deserves to be described, talked about? Why?
e) - What, in your opinion, does K. Paustovsky put into the concept of "My home"? Is it just an old log cabin? (This is a garden, and a well, and a Divny dog, and cats, and curious sparrows, and an arbor overgrown with grapes, and nature, which he observed and understood ... This is the world around him ...)
f) - Do you agree with the statement of Nastya's father that one can write about the beauty of nature, about the feelings that it evokes, in prose?
3. Work with the text after reading.
1.Task 4 in a notebook, p. 29 (recording of keywords and combinations).
1st part 2nd part
former bathhouse old gazebo
dense garden wild grapes
palisade sparrows
cat trap watch
besiege the autumn night
kukan with fish leisurely rain
stranglehold moth
caught off guard by the mist
begging for mercy well water
garden cricket
tits dog Divny
the silence of the water
lostness
– What did we do? (They read the text, answered questions on the text, showed their attitude towards the characters.)
– What is the skill of forming whether?
Synopsis of a literary reading lesson
“What is worth describing? K. Paustovsky "My house"
EMC "School 2100"
Subject: literary reading.
Subject: What deserves a description? K. Paustovsky "My house".
Learn to see the unusual in ordinary phenomena, objects. To understand the beauty of speech in a work, to find expressive means of language in the text.
Work on expressive reading.
During the classes
- Speech gymnastics.
Read the quatrain. Try to catch his melody.
Leaves begin to turn yellow in autumn
They fall to the ground with a thud.
The wind lifts them up again
And circles like a blizzard on rainy days.
Does this poem resonate with the topic of the section we are reading? Why?
Read your quatrains that you composed about autumn.
Which one of you loves this time of year? Why?
Autumn was loved by poets, writers, and artists.
Consider the painting by Vasily Polenov " gold autumn". Is the beauty of nature in the picture consonant with those poems about autumn that we read? Musical arrangement music of Pyotr Ilyich Tchaikovsky from the album “Seasons. November". What mood does the painting and music evoke in you?
- Checking homework.
Which poets did we read in the previous lesson? Many of you have learned your favorite poems about autumn. Justify your choice and read the verse.
What means artistic image does the poet use?
Guys, why do people talk about nature so often in verse? Try to answer this question.
- Introduction to the topic of the lesson.
The same question was asked by Nastya, the heroine of our textbook, to her dad. Read what dad said?
Where else can you meet with a description of nature, according to Nastya's dad?
What is prose?
What is the name of? What book is this piece from? Genre-wise, what is it? What do we know about the story?
- Work with text before reading.
We have already read Austovsky. Name these works. ("The Thief Cat", "The Residents of the Old House").
In his works, he heartily and simply, with great warmth, depicted our native nature, our people and our history. His works, the story is conducted on behalf of the author. K. Paustovsky is a talented writer, a true artist of the word. Remember how beautifully, like a poet, K. Paustovsky described the residents of the old house, with what subtle humor he told about the thief cat, how he helped us discover the beautiful and amazing in the simple and ordinary. In his work is revealed between man and nature. Paustovsky traveled a lot around the country. He died in 1968. He was buried in the cemetery in Tarusa, near a country road, under green oak. Adults and children come to his grave, all who loved his works. Fresh flowers always lie on his grave.
The section from which we read is devoted to autumn. How could the story "My House" be included in this section?
(Apparently, K. Paustovsky talks about the house during the autumn period, includes autumn landscapes in the story, etc.).
Read the keywords. Can you say anything about the content of the story?
- Working with text while reading.
Primary reading and title of the 1st part of the story.
The little house where I live in Meshchera deserves a description. (I wonder why? We ask the question, but it does not require an answer.)
This is a former bathhouse, a log hut, lined with gray timber. (That is, boards).
The house stands in a dense garden, but for some reason it is fenced off from the garden by a high palisade. (Palisade-fence, where stakes or boards are located close to each other - often, and the gaps between them are narrow).
This palisade is a trap for village cats who love fish. (Can you guess why? What is a trap? A trap).
Every time I come back from fishing, cats of all colors - red, black, gray and white and tan - take the house under siege (That is, they surround it from all sides. Do you understand why?)
They snoop around, sit on the fence, on the roofs, on the old apple trees, howl at each other and wait for the evening. They all look, without looking up, at the kukan with fish - it is suspended from the branch of an old apple tree in such a way that it is almost impossible to get it. (If “almost”, then it is still possible ...)
In the evening, the cats carefully climb over the palisade (Why carefully?) and gather under the kukan. They rise on their hind legs, and with their front legs they make swift and deft strokes, trying to hook the kukan. From a distance it seems that the cats are playing volleyball. Then some arrogant cat jumps up, clings to the hook with a stranglehold, hangs on it, swings and tries to tear off the fish. (Can you imagine?) The rest of the cats beat each other on their mustachioed muzzles out of annoyance. (Can you imagine?) It ends with me leaving the bathhouse with a lantern. Cats, taken by surprise, rush to the palisade, but do not have time to climb over it, but squeeze between the stakes and get stuck. Then they flatten their ears, close their eyes and start screaming desperately, asking for mercy. (Introduced? Very bright picture!)
In autumn the whole house is covered with leaves, and in two small rooms it becomes light, as in a flying garden. (Why is it brighter in the house? The leaves have fallen, the trees are bare, so it’s lighter.)
Furnaces are crackling, it smells of apples, cleanly washed floors. Tits sit on branches, pour glass balls in their throats, ring, crackle and look at the windowsill, where there is a slice of black bread.
- Questions after reading the 1st part.
What do you think, what is the mood of the owner of the house in the autumn in a wooden hut?
What sounds, smells, did you hear in the last two paragraphs?
How would you title the first part? Work in a notebook. Page 29, task 1.
(Desperate neighbors. Besieged hut)
Why is the small house in Meshchera “worthy of description”, now can you answer this question?
- Reading part 2 by the teacher.
Listen to the second part. Imagine autumn pictures, try to feel the mood of the author, a feeling of happiness alone with nature.
Independent reading.
Read the second part on your own. Break this part into pictures. Make a plan (work in pairs).
(Work in a notebook on page 29, task 1.)
- Gazebo in the depths of the garden.
What favorite part of the house did K. Paustovsky tell about?
What feeling does the writer have in the morning?
Who else visits the writer in the morning?
Explain the expression "deadly occupy" (Very much, not even afraid of the presence of a person.)
- Night autumn rain.
Find epithets. (Sheer rain)
Explain this expression. (Goes absolutely straight)
What is the name of this approach?
Paustovsky often describes rain in his works, but each time in a new way.
What smells fill the autumn garden?
- A misty dawn and an invigorating shower.
How does the writer describe fog? Read it!
Can fog rustle?
What technique does Paustovsky use? (personification)
Who did he see in the bucket?
What is called the outskirts of the villagers?
- Cricket song.
Compare the expressions, the cricket sings and the horn sings.
- Leaving at dawn.
Why do you think the dog has such an unusual name?
What can a dog's breath say?
Explain the expression "The East is turning pink."
- Lost in a big world.
Why does the narrator call the September desert day?
What is the secret, in your opinion, of this happiness in the midst of autumn withering?
- Work with the text after reading.
Task 4 in a notebook, page 29 (recording of key words and combinations)
1st part. 2nd part.
former bathhouse old gazebo
palisade sparrows
cat trap watch
besiege the autumn night
kukan with fish leisurely rain
stranglehold moth
caught off guard by the mist
begging for mercy well water
garden cricket
tits dog Divny
still waters
lostness
- General conversation.
a) Why does the narrator call the September desert day?
b) What is the secret, in your opinion, of this happiness in the midst of autumn withering?
(He communicates with nature, rests, observes, new thoughts are born in him).
“There were many signs of autumn, but I tried to remember them. One thing I knew for sure - that I would never forget this autumn bitterness, miraculously combined with lightness in my soul and simple and clear thoughts.
The more gloomy were the clouds, dragging wet, tattered hems along the ground, the colder the rains, the fresher it became on the heart, the easier, as if by themselves, the words fell on paper.
c) Do you think that the old house of K. Paustovsky, where he spent time in Meshchera, really deserves to be described, talked about? Why?
d) What, in your opinion, does K. Paustovsky put into the concept of “My home”? Is it just an old log cabin?
(This is a garden, and a well, and a Divny dog, and cats, and curious sparrows, and an arbor overgrown with grapes, and nature, which he observed and understood ... This is the world around him ...)
e) Do you agree with the statement of Nastya's father that one can write about the beauty of nature in prose?
Homework.
- Draw an illustration for a painting that particularly impressed you.
- Try to find a musical accompaniment to this story.
- Complete the task in the literary notebook under No. 2, 4 p. 29.
- Write out quotes that you especially liked on the AUTUMN page.
- Detailed retelling of part 2 according to the plan (one fragment each.).
- Expressive reading of the story.
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I. Reading text.
1. Work with text before reading.
Children independently carry out the first stage of working with the text, paying attention to the title, author's name and illustration to the text. The teacher shows the book "Meshcherskaya Side". She is already familiar to the children. Pupils note the talent of K. Paustovsky - a real artist of the word, his poetry. They point to the autobiographical nature of the stories, the narration in the first person. Remember the principle of seeing beauty in the most ordinary.
- The section from which we read is devoted to autumn. How could the story "My House" be included in this section? (Apparently, K. Paustovsky talks about the house during the autumn period, includes autumn landscapes in the story, etc.)
One or two students, after preliminary preparation at home, write out key words for the first part on the board.
After reading the key words, the children make assumptions about the content..
2. Working with text while reading.
1.Primary reading and title of the 1st part.
Part 1children read aloud (commented reading, dialogue with the author).
The little house where I live in Meshchera deserves a description. (I wonder why? We ask a question, but it does not require an answer.) This is a former bathhouse, a log hut, lined with gray timber. (That is, boards.) The house stands in a dense garden, but for some reason it is separated from the garden by a high palisade. (A palisade is a fence where stakes or boards are close together - often, and the gaps between them are narrow.) This palisade is a trap for village cats who love fish.
Can you guess why? Need to clarify the meaning of the word trap- a trap.) Every time I return from fishing, cats of all stripes - red, black, gray and white and tan - take the house under siege. (That is, they surround him from all sides. Do you understand why?) They snoop around, sit on the fence, on the roofs, on old apple trees, howl at each other and wait for the evening. They all look, without looking up, at the kukan with fish - it is suspended from the branch of an old apple tree in such a way that it is almost impossible to get it. (If “almost”, then it is still possible ...)
In the evening, the cats carefully climb over the palisade (Why carefully?) and gather under the kukan. They rise on their hind legs, and with their front legs they make swift and deft strokes, trying to hook the kukan. From a distance it seems that the cats are playing volleyball. Then some arrogant cat jumps up, clings to the hook with a stranglehold, hangs on it, swings and tries to tear off the fish. (Can you imagine?) The rest of the cats beat each other on their mustachioed muzzles out of annoyance. (Can you imagine?) It ends with me leaving the bathhouse with a lantern. Cats, taken by surprise, rush to the palisade, but do not have time to climb over it, but squeeze between the stakes and get stuck. Then they flatten their ears, close their eyes and start screaming desperately, asking for mercy. (Introduced? Very bright picture!)
In autumn the whole house is covered with leaves, and in two small rooms it becomes light, as in a flying garden. (Why is it brighter in the house? (The leaves have fallen, the trees are bare, so it’s lighter.)
Furnaces are crackling, it smells of apples, cleanly washed floors. Tits sit on branches, pour glass balls in their throats, ring, crackle and look at the windowsill, where there is a slice of black bread.
Questions after reading part 1:
- What do you think, what is the mood of the owner of the house in the autumn in a wooden hut?
- What sounds, smells did you hear in the last two paragraphs?
How would you title this part? (“Desperate neighbors”, “Besieged hut.”) Notebook entry (p. 29, task 1).
- Why is the small house in Meshchera “worthy of description”, now can you answer this question?
Part 2(teacher reads).
During reading, you need to help children imagine autumn pictures, feel the mood of the author, a feeling of happiness alone with nature.
2.Rereading the story.
During the reading of the 2nd part, we invite the children to break it into pictures and make a plan (task 1 in the notebook, p. 29).
1) Arbor in the depths of the forest.
2) Night autumn rain.
3) Foggy dawn and invigorating shower.
4) The song of the cricket.
5) Leaving at dawn.
6) Lost in a vast world.
3. Summarizing conversation.
a) - Why does the narrator call the September day deserted?
b) - What is the secret, in your opinion, of this happiness in the midst of autumn withering?
(He communicates with nature, rests, observes, new thoughts are born in him.)
- You are absolutely right, and I want to read the lines of K. Paustovsky, in which he talks about the feeling of autumn: “There were many signs of autumn, but I tried to remember them. One thing I knew for sure - that I would never forget this autumn bitterness, miraculously combined with lightness in my soul and simple and clear thoughts.
The more gloomy were the clouds, dragging wet, tattered hems along the ground, the colder the rains, the fresher it became on the heart, the easier, as if by themselves, the words fell on paper.
c) - What do you think, what poetic lines are very suitable for the second part of the story "My House"?
Sad time! Oh charm!
Your farewell beauty is pleasant to me! ..
A.S. Pushkin
d) - Do you think that the old house of K. Paustovsky, where he spent time in Meshchera, really deserves to be described, talked about? Why?
e) - What, in your opinion, does K. Paustovsky put into the concept of "My home"? Is it just an old log cabin? (This is a garden, and a well, and a Divny dog, and cats, and curious sparrows, and an arbor overgrown with grapes, and nature, which he observed and understood ... This is the world around him ...)
f) - Do you agree with the statement of Nastya's father that one can write about the beauty of nature, about the feelings that it evokes, in prose?
3. Work with the text after reading.
1.Task 4 in a notebook, p. 29 (recording of keywords and combinations).
1st part 2nd part
former bathhouse old gazebo
dense garden wild grapes
palisade sparrows
cat trap watch
besiege the autumn night
kukan with fish leisurely rain
stranglehold moth
caught off guard by the mist
begging for mercy well water
garden cricket
tits dog Divny
the silence of the water
lostness
– What did we do? (They read the text, answered questions on the text, showed their attitude towards the characters.)
– What is the skill of forming whether?