Kremlin stars

Kremlin stars
Burning above us
Everywhere their light reaches!
The guys have a good homeland,
And better than that Motherland
Not!
(S. Mikhalkov)

There is no better homeland

Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:
– Where is the best land? –
He answered, flying:
– There is no better native land!

(P. Voronko)

Motherland

hills, copses,
Meadows and fields -
native, green
Our land.
The land where I made
Your first step
Where did you ever go out
To the fork in the road.
And I realized that it
expanse of fields -
Particle of the great
My fatherland.

(G. Ladonshchikov)

native nest

song swallows
Above my window
Sculpt, sculpt a nest...
I know, soon in it
The chicks will appear
They will start to vote
They will be parents
Moscara to wear.
Little ones flutter
From the nest in summer
Fly over the world
But they always
They will know and remember
What is in the native land
The nest will greet them
Above my window.
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Motherland

Motherland - big word, big word!
Let there be no miracles in the world,
If you say this word with soul,
It is deeper than the seas, higher than the heavens!

It fits exactly half the world:
Mom and dad, neighbors, friends.
Dear city, native apartment,
Grandma, school, kitten... and me.

Sunny bunny in the palm
Lilac bush outside the window
And on the cheek a mole -
This is also homeland.
(T. Bokova)

Motherland

spring,
cheerful,
eternal,
kind,
Tractor
plowed
happiness
sown -
All in front of her
From South
to the north!
dear motherland,
Russian motherland,
Mirnaya-peaceful
Russian-Russian...
(V. Semernin)

Our Motherland

And beautiful and rich
Our Motherland, guys.
Long drive from the capital
To any border.

Everything around is own, dear:
Mountains, steppes and forests:
rivers sparkling blue,
Blue skies.

Every city
dear to the heart,
Every rural house is expensive.
Everything in battles is once taken
And strengthened by labor!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

FROM Good morning!

The sun rose over the mountain
The darkness of the night is blurred by the dawn,
Meadow in flowers, as if painted ...
Good morning,
Native land!

Noisily the doors creaked,
The early birds sang
They argue loudly with silence ...
Good morning,
Native land!

People went to work
Bees fill honeycombs with honey,
There are no clouds in the sky...
Good morning,
Native land!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

Hello my motherland

In the morning the sun rises
Calls us to the street.
I leave the house:
- Hello, my street!

I sing in silence
The birds sing to me.
Herbs whisper to me on the way:
- Hurry, my friend, grow up!

I answer the herbs
I answer the wind
I answer the sun
- Hello, my Motherland!

(V. Orlov)

Key words

Learned in kindergarten
We are beautiful words.
They were first read:
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

Spring and summer will fly by.
Leaves become sunny.
Illuminate with new light
Mom, Motherland, Moscow.

The sun shines kindly on us.
Blue is pouring from the sky.
May they always live in the world
Mom, Motherland, Moscow!
(L. Olifirova)

Native berth

Looking at the sea
intently
Meeting people:
To your native pier
The ship is coming along.
Until this moment
He walked a hundred roads
Probably out of excitement.
Hoarse his horn.

In his portholes
The rocks peered
And the sun of the equator
Borta caressed him.
The seas rocked him
The winds roared above him,
But on black nights
Beyond distant seas
He thought about the pier
In their homeland.

And here on the sea
intently
People are watching in the port -
To my
native pier
The ship is coming along.
Huge
And iron, he quietly purred
And gently,
Gently,
Gently
Rubbing against the pier.

(V. Orlov)

Our region

Now a birch, then a mountain ash,
Willow bush over the river.
Where else can you find one!

From seas to high mountains,
In the middle of native latitudes -
Everything is running, roads are running,
And they call ahead.

Valleys flooded with sun
And wherever you look
Native land, forever beloved,
Everything blooms like a spring garden.

Our childhood is golden!
You are getting brighter every day
Under lucky star
We live in our native land!

(A. Alien)

What do we call motherland

What do we call motherland?
The house where we live
And birches along which
We are walking next to my mother.

What do we call motherland?
A field with a thin spikelet,
Our holidays and songs
Warm evening outside.

What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin.
(V. Stepanov)

vast country

If long, long, long
In an airplane we fly
If long, long, long
We look at Russia
We'll see then
Both forests and cities
ocean spaces,
Ribbons of rivers, lakes, mountains ...

We will see the distance without edge,
Tundra where spring rings
And then we'll understand what
Our country is big
Immeasurable country.
(V. Stepanov)

What is our Motherland!

An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.

Gardens, thinking, stand.

What a beautiful motherland

She herself is like a marvelous garden!

The river plays with rifts,

In it the fish is all made of silver,

What a rich motherland

The wave runs slowly

The expanse of fields caresses the eye.

What a happy motherland

And this happiness is everything for us!

(V. Bokov)

Motherland

Has its own native land
By the stream and by the crane.
And you and I have it -
And the native land is one.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Russia

Here the warm field is filled with rye,

Here the dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.

Here golden-winged angels of God

Beams of light descended from the clouds.

And the earth was watered with holy water,

And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.

And we have no homeland, except for Russia –

Here is mother, here is the temple, here is the father's house.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Picture

On my drawing
field with spikelets,
Church on the hill
Close to clouds.
On my drawing
Mom and friends
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
beams of dawn,
Grove and river
Sunshine and summer.
On my drawing
stream song,
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
Daisies have grown
Jumping along the path
horse rider,
On my drawing
rainbow and me
On my drawing
My motherland.

On my drawing
Mom and friends
On my drawing
stream song,
On my drawing
rainbow and me
On my drawing
My motherland.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

native song

The sun is pouring cheerful
golden streams
Over gardens and over villages,
Over fields and meadows.

Here come the mushroom rains
Colored rainbows shine
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most relatives.

poplar powders
Twirled on the edge,
And scattered over the grove
Strawberry freckles.

Here come the mushroom rains
Colored rainbows shine
Here are simple plantains
Since childhood, the most relatives.

And buried again
Flocks of swallows over the house
To sing about the Motherland again
Familiar bells.

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

native land

Cheerful forest, native fields,
Winding rivers, flowering slope,
Hills and villages, free space
And bell ringing.

With your smile, with your breath
I merge.
Boundless, guarded by Christ,
My native land
My love.

(M. Pozharova)

Motherland

If they say the word "homeland",
Immediately comes to mind
Old house, currants in the garden,
Thick poplar at the gate,

By the river there is a shy birch
And chamomile...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.

In the puddles the first boats
Where there was a skating rink recently,
And a big neighboring factory
A loud, joyful horn.

Or the steppe is red from poppies,
Golden whole...
Homeland is different
But everyone has one!

(Z. Aleksandrova)

Above native land

Airplanes are flying

over our fields...

And I shout to the pilots:

"Take me with you!

So that over native land

I shot like an arrow

saw rivers, mountains,

Valleys and lakes

and swell on the Black Sea,

and boats in the open

plains in riotous color

and all the children in the world!

(R. Bosilek)

Rain, rain, where have you been?

“Rain, rain, where have you been?”
- I floated in the sky with a cloud!
“And then you crashed?”
- Oh, no, no, it spilled with water,
Dripped, dripped down, fell -
I went right into the river!

And then I swam away
In the fast, blue-eyed river,
Loved with all my heart
Our Motherland is great!

Well, after it evaporated,
Attached to a white cloud,
And swam, I tell you
To distant countries, islands.

And now over the ocean
I'm drifting away with the fog!
Enough, the wind, continue to blow -
You need to sail back.

To meet the river
To rush with her to the native forest!
To love so that the soul
Our homeland is big.

So, wind, my friend,
With a cloud, we hurry home!
You, wind, drive us -
Send the cloud to the house!

Cause I miss home...
Well, I'll shake the cloud!
I'm in a hurry to get home...
I'll be back to you soon!

(K. Avdeenko ■ )

Ride across the seas-oceans

Ride across the seas, oceans,

It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:

There are different countries in the world

But one like ours is not to be found.

Deep are our bright waters,

The land is wide and free,

And the factories rumble without ceasing,

And the fields are noisy, blooming ...

(M. Isakovsky)

native country

In a wide area

predawn time

Scarlet dawns rose

over the native country.

Every year it gets better

Dear edges...

Better than our Motherland

Not in the world, friends!

(A. Prokofiev)

Hi

Hello, my native land,

With your dark forests

With your great river

And boundless fields!

Hello, dear people,

Hero of labor tireless,

In the middle of winter and in the summer heat!

Hello, my native land!

(S. Drozhzhin)

Crane

The warmth has gone from the fields,
and a flock of cranes
The leader leads to the green overseas land.
The wedge flies sadly,
And only one is cheerful
One kind of crane is unintelligent.

He breaks into the clouds
hurries the leader,
But the leader says to him sternly:
- Though that land is warmer,
And the homeland is sweeter
Miley - remember, crane, this word.
Remember the sound of birches
and that steep slope
Where mother saw you flying;
Remember forever
Otherwise, never
My friend, you will not become a real crane.

We have snow
We have a blizzard
And the voices of birds are not heard at all.
And somewhere far away
Cranes chirp,
They talk about the snowy Motherland.
(I. Shaferan)

Song of Glory

Hail, great
multilingual
Fraternal Russian
Peoples family.

Stay surrounded
Armed
ancient stronghold
The gray Kremlin!

hello darling,
unshakable
banner flowing
Mind light!

Glorious grandfathers,
Brave grandchildren
friendly Russian
Peoples family.

Strengthen with victories
Explore the sciences
Forever imperishable
Glory to the earth!
(N. Aseev)

Russia, Russia, Russia

There is no more beautiful edge in the world

There is no homeland brighter in the world!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

What can be dearer to the heart?

Who was your equal?

Anyone has been defeated!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

We are in sorrow and happiness – with you!

Russia! How blue bird,

We protect and honor you

And if they violate the border,

We will protect you with our breasts!

And if we were suddenly asked:

"And what is the country dear to you?"

– Yes, because for all of us Russia,

How dear mother, – one!

(V. Gudimov)

The best in the world

Russian region, my land,
Native spaces!
We have rivers and fields,
Seas, forests and mountains.

We have a north and a south.
Gardens bloom in the south.
In the north of the snow around -
It's cold and blizzard there.

In Moscow they go to bed now
The moon looks out the window.
Far East at the same time
Rise to greet the sun.

Russian region, how great you are!
From border to border
And a fast train straight ahead
Doesn't fit in a week.

Words are heard on the radio -
The long journey is not difficult for them.
Your familiar voice, Moscow,
Heard by people everywhere.

And we are always glad to hear the news
About our peaceful life.
How happy we live
In your own homeland!

The nations are like one family,
Although their language is different.
All are daughters and sons
Your beautiful country.

And everyone has one homeland.
Hello and glory to you
invincible country,
Russian state!
(N. Zabila, translated from Ukrainian by Z. Aleksandrova )

Russian house

Russia is like a huge apartment.
It has four windows and four doors:
North, west, south, east.
Above it hangs a heavenly ceiling.

Luxurious carpet carpets in the apartment
Floors in Taimyr and Anadyr.
And the sun burns in a billion kilowatts,
Because our house is dark in places.

And, as befits every apartment,
There is in it the Pantry of Siberia:
Various berries are stored there,
And fish, and meat, and coal, and gas.

And next to the Kurilka - the Kuril ridge -
There are hot water taps
Keys bubbling at the Klyuchevskoy hill
(Go and turn on the hot water!)

There are also three cool baths in the apartment:
Northern, Pacific and Atlantic oceans.
And a powerful stove of the Kuzbass system,
What warms us in the cold winter.

But the refrigerator with the name "Arctic",
The automation works great.
And to the right of the ancient Kremlin clock
There are seven more time zones.

Everything is in the Russian House for a comfortable life,
But there is no order in the huge apartment:

A fire breaks out here, a pipe leaked there.
Then the neighbors knock loudly from the corner.
The walls are cracking, then the paint is falling,
Alaska fell off two hundred years ago,
The roof went down, the horizon disappeared ...
Again rebuilding and again repairing.

What they are building, the builders themselves do not know:
First they build, and then they break.
Everyone wants - immediately built to
Izbu-Chum-Yarangu-Palace-Skyscraper!

We are all neighbors and residents in our house:
Ordinary tenants, building managers, builders.
And what will we build now in Russia? ..
Ask your mom and dad about this.

(A. Usachev)

(Plato Voronko)

Zhura-zhura-crane!
He flew over a hundred lands.
Flew, circled
Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:
Where is the best land? —
He answered, flying:
- There is no better native land!

BOY HELP
(Plato Voronko)

On the ground from end to end

The boy walks Help.

Where people plant a garden
There he plants a row.

Scooped up a bucket of water
Took and watered two ridges

On the oak collective farm bees
Help found in the forest.

He covered them and went to the collective farm
He brought a whole swarm in a bag.

Diggers dig a pond
He shares the labor with them:

Carries dug sand -
Already groans his wagon.

Helped everyone and everyone
Help in any way you can:

joiner and blacksmith,
Brother, mother, father.

What a glorious land this is
Where our help grows!

IT'S TIME TO POW
(Plato Voronko)

Spring day.
It's time to plow.
We went out into the tractor field,
They walk hunchbacked over the hills,
They are led by my father and brother.
I hurry after them
Please give me a ride.
And my father answers me:
- The tractor plows, does not roll.
Wait a minute, you're growing up
You will lead the same!

GREEN CITY
(Plato Voronko)

We will plant lindens and maples.
The city will be elegant, green.

We will plant poplars in rows.
Our squares will become gardens.

We will surround the school with trees,
Let the cheerful hubbub ring over her.

Soviet children love greens,
They love to see the trees in full bloom.

With young gardens, forests
We will grow and flourish on our own.

Let it bloom every hour more beautiful
Our young Fatherland!

LIPKA
(Plato Voronko)

I grew up, sticky,
Thin and flexible.
Don't break me!

honey color
I will bloom in summer.
Protect me!

At noon below me
Hide from the heat
Grow me!

I leaf you
I'll shelter from the rain.
Water me!

Together, my dear friend,
Let's get strong!
You love me!

And wait for the time
You will go out into the wide world -
Do not forget me!

BERYOZKA
(Plato Voronko)

thin birch,
Growth is small.
Like a teenager
She has a pigtail.

tree of glory
Has grown over the year.
How curly
How white!

Goats came running
Early in the morning
Gnawing at the birch
White bark.

Don't go goats
Into our young forest.

Birches will grow
Will be to heaven!

WE MADE IT RAIN
(Plato Voronko)

The sun is warm, the wind is blowing,
Clear blue sky.
And the meadow is green
Because it's raining.

That's such a miracle! Just a miracle!
What kind of rain and where?
Clear and clear sky
There are no clouds, but it's raining!

It's right. Not from a cloud
It's raining in our area.

On the fields a mighty motor
Drives a noisy stream.

I WAS WATER
(Plato Voronko)

I carried water, water
From the well to the garden.

And then she wore it to the garden,
Watered ten beds.

And in the beds - look! —
Strawberries have grown.

Ripe berries I'll pick
Call all my friends!

WHY THE HERON STANDS ON ONE LEG
(Plato Voronko)

The heron sewed shoes
Not small, not big.

The heron was not looking for a ford.
Chapu-lapu - straight into the water.
"Admire, waders,
On the soles, heels!

While she boasted
Her shoes fell off her feet.
One shoe sunk
And the other is soft in the water.

The heron lifts its leg
Doesn't understand anything
And all day among the willows
It stands on one leg.

TIME TO SLEEP
(Plato Voronko)

The night is coming.
You are tired, daughter.
Legs have been running since morning
It's time for the eyes to sleep.
The bed is waiting for you.
Sleep, daughter, sweet!

Lyubov Frantseva
Summary of classes in fiction in senior group“Memorizing the poem by P. Voronko “There is no better native land”

PLAN-SUMMARY of a lesson in fiction in the senior group of a combined orientation on the topic: Memorizing a poem by P. Voronko “There is no better native land”

Integration:

Cognition. Communication. Health. Reading fiction.

Materials and equipment:

pictures with the coat of arms of Russia, flag, illustrations with Moscow, Zhigulevsky, a picture with a crane, a map of Russia.

Target:

clarification and consolidation in children of ideas about the Motherland, about the native land.

Tasks:

Educational:

To cultivate love and respect for their homeland - Russia and their native land;

To educate respect for birds and to take care of them.

Developing:

Clarify and activate the dictionary on the topic: “Our Motherland is Russia”, “Our native land”;

Develop attention, active mental activity, activate vocabulary.

Tutorials:

Know the coat of arms, flag, the President of Russia, the capital of our Motherland;

Know about what the Motherland is, the small motherland;

Know migratory birds;

understand the meaning of proverbs.

Cognition.

To consolidate and clarify the knowledge of children about their hometown, about Russia, about migratory birds, about love for their native land;

Develop resourcefulness and ingenuity.

Communication.

Enrich the dictionary on the topic: “Our homeland is Russia”, “Our native land”;

Exercise in the selection of adjectives;

Develop coherent speech, the ability to answer questions meaningfully, with a complete sentence;

Cultivate the ability to listen to each other.

Health.

Strengthen the muscles of the trunk and limbs.

Form the correct posture.

Reading fiction.

Improve the ability to determine the genre of a literary work;

Form expressiveness of speech;

Strengthen the ability to understand the meaning of proverbs.

Course progress.

1. - Guys, guess the riddle:

Here you were born and live

You leave - you miss

What is the name of this place

You know? /Motherland/

What do you think homeland is?

Motherland is the place where a person was born and lives, where close and dear people live, where is his home.

What is the name of our country? /Russia/

Consideration of the map of Russia, the Russian flag, coat of arms, coat of arms of the city of Zhigulevsk.

The main city of Russia? /Moscow/

What is the name of our city? /Zhigulevsk/

2. Didactic game "Tell me a word."

The streets of Zhigulevsk are wide, crowded and beautiful.

Houses are multi-storey, high, comfortable.

Kindergartens are bright, spacious and interesting.

Moscow is beautiful, hospitable, big, beautiful, interesting.

Moscow is the capital of our homeland Russia.

The city is big and very beautiful. Moscow is called Mother Russia.

3.Reading a poem educator:

Zhura - Zhura - Crane!

He flew over a hundred lands

Flew around, went around

Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:

Where is the best land?

He answered, flying:

There is no better native land!

Who is the poet addressing in the poem? /to the crane/

What does he call him? / zhura - zhura - crane /

Show the children a picture of a crane.

What was the crane asked about?

What did he reply?

How long did he fly? / he circled a hundred lands /

What happened to him? / wings, legs worked hard /

How do you understand this expression? /tired, worked hard/

4. Fizminutka.

"We're going, we're going, we're going for a long time

This path is very long / walking in place /

We'll get to Moscow soon.

There we can rest / squat /

Knock-Knock

Who's there to check!

Open wide the door

"Hello dear friend

Come to my house."

5. Reading the poem again by the teacher.

Reading a poem to children.

verbal didactic game"Who will say otherwise?" /with the ball in a circle/

Salty - sweet;

Day Night;

Long - short;

High - low;

The wide road is narrow.

6. Proverbs.

On the native side - and a pebble is familiar.

Own land and in a handful is sweet.

The native side is the mother, the alien side is the stepmother.

Being a guest is good, but being at home is better.

On the other side, and the spring is not red.

7.Outcome.

How did the crane say the last words of the poem?

Dictionary words: coat of arms, anthem, president, flag.

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Tasks:

1. Educational:

Help children memorize the poem

2. Developing:

Develop auditory attention

Develop memory

3. Educational:

Build a positive relationship with your homeland

Vocabulary work:activate: Zhura - zhura - crane, flew around, bypassed, etc.

enter: bothered

Methods and techniques: introductory part:

The arrival of a fairy-tale character

Questions

main part:

Expressive reading of a poem

Pause

Conversation

Individual instructions

Re-reading

Reading a poem to children

final part:

Analysis of the expressiveness of reading a poem by children

- drawing on the theme "My native land"

Material and equipment:a crane toy, a portrait of the poet Voronko Plato, a sheet of paper, colored pencils for each child.

Preliminary work:- acquaintance of children with a crane (teacher's story that in the old days the crane was affectionately called "zhura"; showing pictures of a crane; conversation)

The teacher's story about his native land - the Chuvash Republic

Conversation with children on the topic "My native land"

Individual work:activate dialogic speech at Sasha P. in the process of answering questions.

Lesson progress:

knock on the door.

Educator (B): guys, did you hear that someone knocked? Now let's open the door and see who's there.

The teacher comes to the door, picks up the crane toy and goes back into the group room.

(B): do you know? Who is it?

Children (D): crane

(B): right, crane. Say hello to him.

(D): hello!

Crane (F): hello guys! How friendly are you all! I, a crane, am flying from a very distant, distant country to my homeland, and I came to you to rest. In autumn, when the cold began, I had to move from my beloved land to a foreign country, where there were completely different trees, people and animals. Now, when spring has come, everything is warmer around, I can finally return to my home, to my native nest. Tell me, do you have your own native land?

(D): yes.

(G): where is your native land?

(D): in the Chuvash Republic

(Zh): what about your native land?

(D): - villages

Cities

The woods

fields

meadows

(B): right, the guys say: our native land includes all villages, villages, cities, forests, fields, meadows, ravines, etc., which are located in the Chuvash Republic. Crane, where is your native land?

(G): my native land, guys, is also in the Chuvash Republic. I am very glad that I was born here! One evening at sunset, when the sun was setting behind the mountain to sleep and I again saw our nature in all its glory, one no longer young man, a Ukrainian poet, whose name was Voronko Platon, asked me: “Where is the best land?” (the teacher draws the attention of the children to the portrait of the poet). Without thinking twice, I replied that there is nothing better than my native land. You have no idea how happy he was at my answer, that he immediately composed a poem and read it to me. It is called - "There is no better native land." Do you want me to read it?

(D): yes

(Zh): There is no better native land.

Zhura-zhura-crane!

He flew over a hundred lands.

Flew around, went around

Wings, legs worked hard.

We asked the crane:

Where is the best land?

He answered, flying:

There is no better native land!

A short pause (for 10 - 15 seconds).

(B): Guys, did you like the poem?

(D): yes.

(B): I also liked the poem that the crane read. And why did Platon Voronko write this poem, why did his love prompt him to write such lines?

(D): love for the native land

Sasha P.: ok, with love

(B): right, with love, affection. Guys, do you agree? And by what words in the poem can one understand that the author treats the crane with tenderness and affection?

(D): Zhura-zhura-crane

(B): answer my question in chorus: jura-zhura-crane, did it fly around a hundred lands?

(D): Zhura-zhura-crane, he circled a hundred lands.

(V): Katya, zhura-zhura-zhuravel, did he fly over a hundred lands?

Katya D.: Zhura-zhura-crane, he flew over a hundred lands.

(V): Dima, zhura-zhura-zhuravel, did he fly over a hundred lands?

Dima Yu .: Zhura-zhura-crane, he flew around a hundred lands.

(W): what did I do?

(D): circled, bypassed

(B): right. The crane flew over a hundred lands, went around, wings, legs worked. Do you know what the word "work hard" means?

Children are silent

(G): wings, legs worked - it means tired of a long, long walk, working with wings

(B): He flew around, went around. Wings, legs, what did you do?

(D): bothered

(B): what did we ask the crane about?

(D): where is the best land?

(B): Now say it in a whole sentence.

(D): We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

(B): well done! We asked the crane: "Where is the best land?" What did he answer as he flew?

(D): he answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

(D): no

(D): - when the crane is asked questions

When the crane answers the questions of the author of the poem

Lena D.: We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

Yura I.: We asked the crane: “Where is the best land?”

(B): right. Yura read the question very expressively. But how should one read the response of a crane?

(D): - with pride

With dignity

Joyfully

(F): That's right, the last phrase of the crane in the poem should be read with dignity, joy, loudly, because I am proud that I have such a wonderful, magnificent native land! Please read these lines to me expressively.

(V): Yulia, read expressively: “He answered, flying over: “There is no better native land!”

Julia E .: he answered, flying: “There is no better native land!”

(B): Well done! Now listen to the poem again, after which you will tell it to me yourself.

The teacher re-reads the poem expressively.

(F): Masha, tell me the poem that you just read the poem.

Masha D. reads a poem.

(F): smart girl, Masha. I remembered everything correctly, I did not mix up a single word and did not miss it. Only it was necessary to tell the poem a little slower and reduce the power of the voice. But I know you'll do better next time.

The teacher, together with other children, listens to another 2 - 3 children.

(B): Well remembered the poem. Now answer again: do you love your native land?

(D): yes!

(B): then let's draw all the drawings on the theme "My native land" and give them as a keepsake to our Zhura-zhura-crane so that he always remembers us. Let's draw?

(D): yes!

(B): then we take all the pieces of paper, pencils and draw everything that you love in your native land, a forest, a meadow with flowers and grass, a city, houses, rivers - everything - everything you want.

Children take paper, pencils, begin to draw. In the process of drawing, the crane walks between them, approves of their drawings. When everyone is done, the children take turns giving their drawings to the crane. He, in turn, thanks them, promises to fly to visit them again.