For the first time, M. M. Prishvin came to Pereslavl-Zaleski in the early spring of 1925 at the invitation of the director Pereslavsky local history museum M. I. Smirnova. A research laboratory and a scientific and educational society "Pezantrop" were organized at the museum, which was engaged in phenological education and local history work with the population. One of the plans of the society was the creation of a children's biological station on Mount Gremyach in the empty former estate of Peter I in the town of Botik.
The position of head of phenological observations at the children's biological station was offered to Prishvin, who at that time occupied the plight of a rural teacher on a voluntary basis (without salary) somewhere in a village near Taldom, without the opportunity to educate children or engage in writing. Smirnov wrote that it was possible to get to the city "on horseback directly or around, through Moscow, by railway to Berendeyevo station."
The lake, the nature of the region, the name of the station, attracted Prishvin (“and it went and went in the soul berendy”) and on April 1, the whole family moves to Pereslavl, stopping for the first time in the museum, on the territory of the Goritsky monastery. To the left is the bell tower, 18th century.
Assumption Cathedral, 18th century and All Saints Church, 17th century.
Flying houses, when you look at the camera screen, you involuntarily think about mysticism, and not about physics and the laws of reflection and refraction of light.
Soon, the Prishvins moved to Mount Gremyach to a 4-room apartment in the building of the "White Palace" in the town of Botik, where they lived until late autumn 1925 The building was built in 1850-1852. on the site where the wooden palace of Peter I was located. In 1984, after restoration, the exposition "Lake Pleshcheyevo - the cradle of the Russian Navy" was opened here.
M. Prishvin walked along this road through Veskovo to the Goritsky Monastery.
Daily walks around the neighborhood, observations of Lake Pleshcheyevo, forest, acquaintance with local residents formed the basis of the book "Calendar of Nature: (notes of a phenologist from the Botik biostation)" (author's title - "Berendey's Springs"). Work has begun on the philosophical autobiographical novel Kashcheev's Chain.
First of all, this historical place, of course, is famous thanks to Peter I. On the site of the former estate of Peter I, the museum "Botik of Peter I" (far away) was built, the oldest provincial museum in Russia, founded in 1803, and in 1852 a monument to Peter I was erected .
And this place (the monument behind him) fell in love with M. Prishvin, here he observed the awakening of the lake in the spring and the changing appearance of the lake in other seasons. You can see a bright strip of shallow water 350 meters to go to a decent depth.
And although this period of Prishvin's stay on Pereslavl land is not long, less than a year, he constantly returns here, more than 20 years of Prishvin's work is associated with this region. In 1926, on the instructions of the newspaper "Working Way", Prishvin came to peat extraction. From the train, in a white suit and boots, he gets straight to extinguish the fire, gets acquainted with the future heroes of his essays and then writes a series of essays under the general name "Peat".
In 1935 for the newspaper "Izvestia" Prishvin is preparing material about the work of the Usolsky timber industry enterprise, he was amazed at the state of the pine forest, from his diaries: "It was especially terrible to meet the forest, disfigured by fires and felling." Thanks to the article, the forest was declared a protected area. Pinery from the Kuroten River to the village of Usolye is listed as a natural monument of the Yaroslavl region as "Prishvinsky Bor". Photo boron, unfortunately, did not work.
From 1941-1945 M. Prishvin and his wife lived in Usolye (now Kupanskoye), rented two rooms from Pavel and Evdokia Nazarovs. They left Moscow for one day, to look after the house and live not far from Moscow, so that they could follow the disturbing wartime news. But it just so happened that they did not have to return to Moscow for things. They lived through the war years with furniture from boxes, stumps instead of chairs ... This house in Kupansky on the street. Usolskaya.
It was at this time that M. Prishvin wrote "Stories about a Beautiful Mother", about orphanage children from besieged Leningrad, to whom he went on foot to Botik. "The Tale of Our Time", the stories "Russula" and "How the Hare Ate His Boots" were written. The novel "Kashcheev's chain" is finished. Work begins on the book "We are with you: A diary of love", together with his wife Valeria Dmitrievna. Diary entries are kept, reflecting the life of the village in the war hard times.
The Usolsky period turned out to be fruitful for the writer: “The Tale of Our Time”, “We are with you: Diary of Love”; the stories "Russula", "How the hare ate his boots", work on the continuation of the novel "Kashcheev's chain" and endless diary entries that reflected the life of the village in the war hard times.
To the left of the house begins the path to the famous Fornication swamp, which the inhabitants of Kupanskoe call "Prishvin's Path". On these forest paths, Prishvin found plots for the fairy tales "The Ship Thicket" and "The Pantry of the Sun". And here still embrace each other with branches Prishvin spruce and pine.
“About two hundred years ago, the wind-sower brought two seeds to the Fornication swamp: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone. Since then, for perhaps two hundred years, these spruce and pine have been growing together. Their roots have intertwined since childhood, their trunks stretched up close to the light, trying to overtake each other. Trees of different species fought among themselves with roots for food, with branches for air and light. Rising higher, thickening their trunks, they dug dry branches into living trunks and in places pierced each other through and through. An evil wind, having arranged such an unhappy life for the trees, sometimes flew here to shake them. And then the trees groaned and howled at the whole Fornication swamp like living creatures, that the fox, curled up on a moss tussock, lifted its sharp muzzle up. This groan and howl of pine and ate was so close to living beings that a feral dog in the Fornication swamp, hearing it, howled from longing for a person, and a wolf howled from inescapable malice towards him.
“At the same time, suddenly the wind blew once more, and then the pine pressed and the fir roared.”
Gloomy, probably, the difficult war years affected the description.
On a sunny windless day, it seems that these two sisters met after parting, and stand embracing.
Short stories about nature in the summer season by Prishvin Mikhail Mikhailovich in small miniature forms tell about how and how the forest lives in summer, how nature experiences a season of growth and development, the author conveys in words the sensations of communicating with the natural world around him.
First cancer
Thunder rumbled and it rained, and through the rain the sun shone and a wide rainbow spread from end to end. At this time, the bird cherry blossomed, and the bushes of wild currant turned green just above the water. Then the first crayfish stuck its head out of some kind of crayfish oven and moved its mustache.
Disgruntled frog
Even the water was agitated - that's how the frogs jumped up. Then they came out of the water and dispersed over the land: in the evening it was - every step, then a frog.
On that warm night, all the frogs purred softly, and even those who were dissatisfied with their fate: on such and such a night, the displeased frog also felt good, and she lost her temper and, like everyone else, purred.
aspen down
He took off the flagella from the aspen, spreading fluff. Against the wind, the sun, like fluffs, bees flew, you can’t even make out - fluff or a bee, whether the seed of a plant flies to germinate or an insect flies for prey.
It is so quiet that during the night the flying aspen fluff settled on the roads, on the backwaters, and all this was covered with snow. I remembered the aspen grove, where the fluff in it lay in a thick layer. We set it on fire, the fire rushed through the grove, and everything turned black.
Aspen down is the big event of spring. At this time, nightingales sing, cuckoos and orioles sing. But right there the summer nettles are already singing.
Every time, every spring, the time of emergence of aspen fluff upsets me with something: it seems that the waste of seeds here is even greater than that of fish during spawning, and this overwhelms me and worries me.
At a time when fluff flies from old aspens, young ones change from their brown baby clothes into green ones, just as village girls on an annual holiday show up for a walk in one outfit, then in another.
After the rain, the hot sun created a hotbed in the forest with the stupefying aroma of growth and smoldering: the growth of birch buds and young grass, and also fragrant, but in a different way, smoldering of last year's leaves. Old hay, straw, mochal-yellow tussocks - everything is overgrown with green grass. The birch earrings also turned green. Caterpillar seeds fly from aspens and hang on everything. Just recently, last year's tall dense panicle of a white-bearded beard stuck out high; swaying, how many times, probably, she scared away both the hare and the bird. The aspen caterpillar fell on her and broke her forever, and the new green grass will make her invisible, but this is not soon, the old yellow skeleton will be dressed for a long time, overgrown with the green body of the new spring.
The third day is already sowing the wind with aspen, and the earth tirelessly demands more and more seeds. The breeze picked up, and even more aspen seeds flew. The whole earth is covered with aspen worms. Millions of seeds lay down, and only a few out of a million will germinate, and yet the aspen tree will grow so dense at first that a hare, having met it on the way, will run around.
Between the little aspens, a fight will soon begin with roots for the ground and branches for light. The aspen begins to thin out, and when it reaches the height of a person, the hare will begin to walk around to gnaw at the bark. When the light-loving aspen forest rises, under its canopy, clinging timidly to the aspen trees, shade-tolerant fir trees will go, little by little they will overtake the aspens, strangling the light-loving tree with its ever-trembling leaves with its shadow.
When the whole aspen forest dies and the Siberian wind howls in the spruce taiga in its place, one aspen will survive somewhere in the side of the clearing, there will be many hollows, knots in it, woodpeckers will begin to peck it, starlings will settle in the hollows of woodpeckers, wild pigeons, titmouse , squirrel will visit, marten. And when it falls a big tree, local hares will come to gnaw bark in winter, foxes will follow these hares: there will be an animal club. And so, like this aspen, it is necessary to depict the entire forest world connected by something.
I was even tired of looking at this sowing: after all, I am a person and I live constantly in a change of grief and joy. Here I am tired, I don’t need these aspens, this spring, it seems to me that even my very “I” dissolves in pain, even the pain itself will disappear - there is nothing. So on an old stump, with my head on my hands, my eyes on the ground, I sit, not paying any attention to the fact that the aspen caterpillars are showering me. Nothing good or bad... I exist as a continuation of an old stump showered with aspen seeds.
But then I rested, with surprise from an unusually pleasant sea of calm I come to my senses, look around and again notice everything and rejoice in everything.
red bumps
The dews are cold and the fresh wind during the day tempers the summer heat. And that's the only reason you can still walk in the forest, otherwise it would now be visible-invisible horseflies during the day, and in the mornings and evenings mosquitoes. Now would be the time for horses, maddened by horseflies, to race into the field right with the wagons.
On a fresh sunny morning I go into the forest through the fields. Working people rest calmly, wrapping themselves in the steam of their breath. The forest lawn is all saturated with cold dew, insects are sleeping, many flowers have not yet opened their corollas. Only the leaves of the aspen are moving, on the smooth upper side the leaves have already dried up, on the lower side the velvet dew is kept by small beads.
Hello friends, how are you, what's new?
And they answer that everything is fine, that during this time the young red cones have reached half their real size. It's true, you can check it: the old empty ones hang on the trees next to the young ones.
From the spruce abysses I climb to the sunny edge, along the way in the wilderness I meet a lily of the valley, it has still retained all its shape, but has turned slightly yellow and no longer smells.
anthill stump
There are old stumps in the forest, all covered with holes like Swiss cheese, and retaining their solid shape. If, however, you have to sit on such a stump, then the partitions between the holes are obviously destroyed, and you feel that you yourself are a little donkey on the stump. And when you feel that you have slumped a little, then get up immediately: from each hole in this stump, many ants will crawl out from under you, and the porous stump will turn out to be a complete anthill that has retained the appearance of a stump.
sunset of the year
For everyone, now it is only the beginning of summer, and we have a sunset of the year: after all, the days are already decreasing, and if the rye has blossomed, it means that you can count on your fingers when it will be harvested.
In the slanting morning rays at the edge of the forest, the dazzling whiteness of birch trees is whiter than marble columns. Here, under the birches, the buckthorn is still blooming with its unusual flowers, I'm afraid that the mountain ash has not started well, and the raspberry is strong and the currant is strong, with large green berries.
With each passing day now less and less often heard in the forest "cuckoo", and more and more growing satiated summer silence with the roll call of children and parents. As a rare case - the drum trill of a woodpecker. You will hear close, you will even shudder and think: “Is there anyone?” There is no more general green noise, here is the song thrush - he sings well, but he sings all alone. Maybe this song sounds better now - the most is ahead best time, because this is the very beginning of summer, in two days Semik. But all the same, that something is no more, then it has passed, the sunset of the year has begun.
Dark forest
The dark forest is good on a bright sunny day - here both the coolness and the wonders of light seem like a bird of paradise to a thrush or a jay, when they cross the sunbeam, the leaves of the simplest mountain ash in the undergrowth flash with green light, as in the fairy tales of Scheherazade.
The lower you go down more often to the river, the denser the thickets, the greater the coolness, until, finally, in the blackness of the shadow, between the alders curled with hops, the water of the bochag flashes and its wet sand appears on the shore. You have to walk quietly: you can see how the turtledove drinks water here. After that, on the sand, you can admire the prints of her paws and nearby - all kinds of forest inhabitants: so the fox passed.
That is why the forest is called dark, because the sun looks into it, as through a window, and does not see everything. So he can’t see badger holes and near them a well-packed sandy area where young badgers ride. There are many holes dug here, and, apparently, all because of the fox, which settles in badger holes and the badger survives with its stench, untidiness. But the place is wonderful, I don’t want to change it: a sandy hill, ravines on all sides, and everything is so often overgrown that the sun looks and cannot see anything through its small window.
overgrown glade
Forest Glade. I went out and stood under the birch. What is being done! The fir trees, one to the other, grew so thick and suddenly they all stopped at a large clearing. There, on the other side of the clearing, there were also fir trees, and they also stopped, not daring to move on. And so all around the glade stood dense tall firs, each sending a birch tree ahead of it. The entire large clearing was covered with green bumps. It was all worked out once by moles and then overgrown and covered with moss. Seeds fell on these mounds dug up by moles and birches grew, and under the birch, under its maternal protection from frost and sun, a shade-loving Christmas tree grew. And so the tall spruces, not daring to openly send their babies to the clearing themselves, sent them under the cover of birch trees and crossed the clearing under their protection.
Some years will pass for a tree, and the whole glade will be overgrown with only fir trees, and the patron birches will wither in the shade.
Rye pours
The rye is pouring. Heat. In the evenings, the sun shines obliquely on the rye. Then each strip of rye is like a feather bed: this happened because the water between the strips was good to drain. So on a perinka with stingrays, rye comes out better. In the rays of the setting sun, now each strip of feather bed is so lush, so attractive that you yourself want to lie down and sleep on each one.
Spruce and birch
Spruce is good only in strong sunlight: then its usual blackness shines through with the thickest, most powerful greens. And the birch is sweet both in the sun, and on the grayest day, and in the rain.
Woodpecker
I saw a woodpecker: it was flying short (after all, its tail is small), planting a large fir cone on its beak. He sat on a birch tree, where he had a workshop for peeling cones. Running up the trunk with a bump on his beak to a familiar place, he saw that in the fork where his bumps were pinched, a spent and undiscarded bump was sticking out, and he had nowhere to put a new bump. And it was impossible for him, there was nothing to throw off the old one: the beak was busy.
Then the woodpecker, just as a man in his position would have done, squeezed a new cone between his chest and a tree, and quickly threw out the old cone with his freed beak, then he placed a new one in his workshop and earned it.
He is so smart, always cheerful, lively and businesslike.
forest dwellings
We found an aspen with an old woodpecker's nest, which is now chosen by a couple of starlings. We also saw one old square hollow, obviously welcome, and a narrow long crack on the aspen, from which a nut popped out.
We found two gays on the fir trees (Gaino - Squirrel's Nest), dark balls of rods in which you can’t see anything from below. Both gains were placed on fir trees of medium height, so that in the whole large forest the squirrels occupied the middle floor. We also managed to catch a squirrel below and drive it low up a tree. The squirrel was still in all the winter fur.
The buzzards hovered over the tops of the trees, apparently also near the nest. The sentry raven almost half a kilometer from its nest with a cry made its flight.
A black grouse rushed by with extraordinary speed and successfully knocked down the flight of a hawk pursuing it. Having missed, he disappointedly sat down on the bough of a tree. He had a white head: apparently, it was a gyrfalcon or a falcon.
You have to look for woodpecker hollows in the same way as mushrooms: all the time you look intently in front of you to the sides, where you can only see, and everything goes down and down, although woodpecker hollows, of course, are at the top. This is because it is precisely at this time that the woodpeckers begin to hollow out their nests and drop a light-colored weed onto the still dark, not covered with greenery ground. From these scuffs, you will find out which tree the woodpecker has chosen for himself. Apparently, it is not so easy for him to choose a suitable tree for himself: you constantly see near a hollow, worked out by a woodpecker, the beginning of them on this tree or on neighboring ones. It is remarkable that the vast majority of hollows found by us were located under the aspen fungus. This is done to protect the nests from rain, or the mushroom shows the woodpecker an advantageous, soft place for chiselling - we still could not decide.
Interesting was the hollow at the top of a small birch decaying from decay. Its height is four meters, one hollow was at the very top, the other was made a little lower under the fungus. Next to this tree trunk lay its upper part, rotten, saturated like a sponge with water. And the very trunk with a hollow did not hold well - it was enough to shake it a little, and it would fall off. But maybe the chiselling wasn't for the nest.
At the old stump
Empty never happens in the forest, and if it seems empty, then it's your own fault.
The old dead trees, their huge old stumps, are surrounded by complete peace in the forest, hot rays fall on their darkness through the branches, from the warm stump everything around is warmed, everything grows, moves, the stump sprouts with all kinds of greenery, covered with all sorts of flowers. Ten grasshoppers, two lizards, six large flies, two ground beetles settled down on just one bright spot of sunshine in a hot place ... Tall ferns gathered around them like guests, the most gentle breath of a somewhere noisy wind rarely bursts into them, and now in the living room near the old stump, one fern leaned over to another, whispered something, and the latter whispered to a third, and all the guests exchanged thoughts.
M. Prishvin "Seasons"
Spruce and pine. About two hundred years ago, the wind-sower brought two seeds to the Fornication swamp: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone ... Since then, for maybe two hundred years, these spruce and pine trees have been growing together. Their roots were intertwined from infancy, their trunks stretched up next to the light, trying to overtake each other ... Trees of different species fought among themselves with roots for food, with branches - for air and light.
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SOS I just can’t find an excerpt from Prishvin Sosna’s story “The pantry of the sun”
Answer from Vlad[guru]
Answer from Vadim Znak[newbie]
About two hundred years ago, the wind-sower brought two seeds to the Fornication swamp: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone ... Since then, for perhaps two hundred years, these spruce and pine have been growing together. Their roots have intertwined since childhood, their trunks stretched up close to the light, trying to overtake each other. Trees of different species terribly fought among themselves with roots for food, with branches for air and light. Rising higher, thickening their trunks, they dug dry branches into living trunks and in places pierced each other through and through. An evil wind, having arranged such an unhappy life for the trees, sometimes flew here to shake them. And then the trees groaned and howled at the whole Fornication swamp, like living beings. Before that, it looked like the groan and howl of living beings that the fox, curled up on a moss tussock into a ball, raised its sharp muzzle up. This groan and howl of pine and spruce was so close to living beings that a feral dog in the Fornication swamp, hearing it, howled from longing for a person, and a wolf howled from inescapable malice towards him.
Answer from Krytoy krytovich[newbie]
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Answer from Ivan Nasuletsky[newbie]
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Answer from Nikita Skvortsov[newbie]
About two hundred years ago, the wind-sower brought two seeds to the Fornication swamp: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone ... Since then, for perhaps two hundred years, these spruce and pine have been growing together. Their roots have intertwined since childhood, their trunks stretched up close to the light, trying to overtake each other. Trees of different species terribly fought among themselves with roots for food, with branches for air and light. Rising higher, thickening their trunks, they dug dry branches into living trunks and in places pierced each other through and through. An evil wind, having arranged such an unhappy life for the trees, sometimes flew here to shake them. And then the trees groaned and howled at the whole Fornication swamp, like living beings. Before that, it looked like the groan and howl of living beings that the fox, curled up on a moss tussock into a ball, raised its sharp muzzle up. This groan and howl of pine and spruce was so close to living beings that a feral dog in the Fornication swamp, hearing it, howled from longing for a person, and a wolf howled from inescapable malice towards him.
Answer from Vera Tkacheva[newbie]
About two hundred years ago, the wind-sower brought two seeds to the Fornication swamp: a pine seed and a spruce seed. Both seeds fell into one hole near a large flat stone ... Since then, for perhaps two hundred years, these spruce and pine have been growing together. Their roots have intertwined since childhood, their trunks stretched up close to the light, trying to overtake each other. Trees of different species terribly fought among themselves with roots for food, with branches for air and light. Rising higher, thickening their trunks, they dug dry branches into living trunks and in places pierced each other through and through. An evil wind, having arranged such an unhappy life for the trees, sometimes flew here to shake them. And then the trees groaned and howled at the whole Fornication swamp, like living beings. Before that, it looked like the groan and howl of living beings that the fox, curled up on a moss tussock into a ball, raised its sharp muzzle up. This groan and howl of pine and spruce was so close to living beings that a feral dog in the Fornication swamp, hearing it, howled from longing for a person, and a wolf howled from inescapable malice towards him.
Lesson Objectives:
- show the unity of man and nature, the inextricable close connection of everything that exists in the world;
- draw wise conclusions about the high purpose of man - to be responsible for all life on earth;
- reveal the metaphor and symbolism of the language of the work;
- to awaken in sixth graders excitement, a sense of experience;
- instill in children a sense of beauty, kindness;
- reveal the skill of M.M. Prishvin as a writer.
Equipment:
interactive whiteboard, laptop, projector, portrait of M.M. Prishvin, exhibition of the writer’s books, book editions used by sixth graders in preparation for the lesson, student drawings “Spruce and Pine in the Prodigal Swamp”, “At the Lying Stone”, albums about wild berries and hunting dogs, posters:
“Prishvin’s words bloom, sparkle, rustle like grass”
K.G. Paustovsky
“If nature could feel gratitude to a person for penetrating into her secret life and sang her beauty, then first of all this gratitude would fall to the share of the writer M.M. Prishvin”
K.G. Paustovsky
Not what you think, nature,
Not a cast, not a soulless face -
It has a soul, it has freedom,
It has love, it has language.
F. Tyutchev
During the classes
I. Opening speech of the teacher.
Today we have the final lesson on the fairy tale - there were M.M. Prishvin “Pantry of the sun”, lesson-project. You know a lot about this work, and I hope you share your knowledge with pleasure, and together we will draw important and serious conclusions.
We have to reveal the metaphor and symbolism of Prishvin's work, show the unity of man and nature, and, finally, understand what kind of people success comes to: worldly, human; who remains a man even in a difficult situation.
The guys from the group of literary critics will help us with this. They were given the task to find in the text of the work words with diminutive suffixes, as well as comparisons and personifications. Let's see what they got.
II. Answers of students from the group "Literary critics"
Examples of words with diminutive suffixes
(About love for nature. About the fact that he treats her affectionately, with respect. Man and nature are inextricably linked with each other. And this also speaks of the author's love for his characters.)
Examples of comparisons and personifications
What role do similes and personifications play in the text?
(Comparisons help to better imagine what the author writes about, decorate the work and our speech. Personifications emphasize the author's perception of nature as a living being.)
Teacher. And now let's talk with you about the genre of this work. How does the author define it?
(Fairy tale - true story)
Let's clarify the meaning of these words. The guys from the “Linguists” group will help us with this.
III. Answers of students from the group "Linguists"
1) B explanatory dictionary Ozhegov gives the following meaning of these words:
A true story is what happened in reality, a real incident, in contrast to fiction.
A fairy tale is a narrative, usually folk-poetic work about fictitious persons and events, mainly with the participation of magical, fantastic forces.
So, having thus defined the genre of his work, Prishvin lets us know that the fabulous and the real are intertwined in it.
(The true story is a specific story of children orphaned during the war, who had a difficult life, but they worked together and helped each other and people as much as they could.)
- At what point do children approach the border of a fairy tale? Where does fairy tale enter their lives? How does the writer make us feel that we have approached the borders of another world?
(We understand this when we read about spruce and pine, described as living beings. Prishvin makes us understand that ordinary story the story ends and the story begins. From this moment, from the first step from the Lying Stone, as in fairy tales and epics, a person begins to choose his own path, and an ordinary forest, with the help of images of pine and spruce, which grow together, moan and cry all over the swamp, turns into an enchanted, fairy-tale forest where birds and animals talk, where the dog lives - a friend of man, and the wolf - the enemy of man.)
Let's listen to the music of the Prishvin language. Let's listen to the artistic retelling of the description of spruce and pine.
IV. Artistic retelling of the description of spruce and pine.
Now let's imagine a visual image. Let's turn to the drawings of the guys from the "Artists" group.
v. Presentation of the drawings of the “Artists” group.
What is the most important thing you want to show in your drawings?
(1) I wanted to show that the trees did not just grow together and intertwined with each other, this is not evidence of their peaceful coexistence, they pierced each other, and this is the result of a fierce struggle for life)
(2) Trees fight among themselves for life, and an evil wind sets them against each other. Spruce and pine try to overtake each other, stick with needles, pierce, moan and howl. It is a pity for both spruce and pine.)
- What other fabulous images can you name?
(The image of a raven, an old Christmas tree, a gray wolf, a lying stone. There are forest secrets in Prishvin's work, the forest inhabitants speak.)
VI. Path choice. Detailed text analysis.
And Nastya and Mitrasha fall into this fabulous kingdom. Let's follow their path. Let's go with you along the Prishvin path.
So, brother and sister came to the Lying Stone, friendly and loving each other. Prove it with text.
(p. 178. Nastya, noticing that her brother was starting to get angry, suddenly smiled and stroked him on the back of the head. Mitrasha immediately calmed down, and the friends went along the path indicated by the arrow, now no longer side by side, as before, but one after another, in single file. )
– What happened next?
(The children quarreled, and each went his own way).
- How does nature help to understand the mood of the arguing?
Find and read the description of the sun. How does the sun change?
(P. 180. The sun, so hot and clear, came out against them over the swamp fir trees. But at that time one cloud happened in the sky. It appeared like a cold blue arrow and crossed the rising sun in half. At the same time, suddenly the wind pulled, the fir tree pressed on the pine, and the pine groaned. The wind jerked again, and then the pine pressed, and the fir roared.)
You see, guys, the author seems to be preparing us for the upcoming complications in the relationship of the characters. He seems to be saying: man is close to nature, he is reflected in it, as in a mirror, with his good and evil intentions.
And what happens in nature after a quarrel between children? Find in the text.
(p. 181. Then the gray gloom moved tightly and covered the entire sun with its life-giving rays. The evil wind jerked very sharply. The trees woven with roots, piercing each other with branches, growled, howled, groaned at the whole Fornication swamp.)
But this did not stop our heroes, and each of them went his own way. Let's go after them, and the guys from the "Topographers" group will help us with this. They depicted the route of Nastya and Mitrasha ...
Nadia, tell me where the path that Mitrasha chose leads to?
Message from the "Topographers"
(Together with my mother, I tried to depict the path of my brother and sister on such a poster. We used not only paints, but also other materials to more vividly represent both the heroes themselves and their path. Mitrasha chooses a little-known path and ends up in a swamp. he didn’t drown, but thanks to the endurance, ingenuity and help of the dog Travka, he got out of the swamp and even killed the Gray landowner. And Nastya, here in my drawing you can see, goes in a completely different direction.)
Mitrasha walked through the swamp. The direction of the north was indicated by the compass needle. Do you think the plants could show Mitrasha not only the way to the north, but also a safe path in the swamp?
And how did Prishvin describe it? Prove with the text that the plants, trees wanted to help the boy? And Katya will indicate this in her drawing.
(Reading excerpts:
“Christmas Trees” p. 186. The old Christmas trees were very worried, passing between them a boy with a long gun, in a cap with two visors. It happens that one suddenly rises, as if she wants to hit the daredevil on the head with a stick, and closes herself in front of all the other old women. And then it will descend, and another sorceress pulls a bony hand to the path. And you wait - just about, like in a fairy tale, a clearing will appear, and on it is a witch's hut with dead heads on poles.)
“Grass-white-beard” pp. 187-188. Looking around the area, Mitrasha saw right in front of him a clear, good clearing, where the bumps, gradually descending, turned into a completely level place. But the most important thing: he saw that very close on the other side of the clearing, high white-beard grass snaked - a constant companion of the human path. Recognizing in the direction of the white-bearded path that does not go straight to the north, Mitrasha thought: “Why should I turn left, onto the bumps, if the path is out, you can see it at hand there, beyond the clearing?”)
What does Prishvin teach us in these episodes?
(Prishvin teaches us to see, know and understand nature).
And now it's time to turn to the epigraph of our today's lesson. How do you understand the words of F. Tyutchev?
(I think that F.I. Tyutchev wants to tell us that nature is a living being that has a soul, has a language, and if we realize this, then we will learn to talk with nature and understand it, and for this it will be us give your love.)
I think you are right. And in this relation to nature, both authors are united.
Well, now let's get back to Nastya? Did Nastya see nature?
(Nastya was seized with greed. She forgot about everything, even her brother. And she saw nothing but cranberries.)
Guys, do you know what cranberries look like? What about other wild berries? Let's listen to our "Nerds". They found a scientific description of these berries.
Messages from the “Botaniki” group
(I found the scientific description of berries in a biological encyclopedic dictionary. We have such a disk at school, and I worked with it in the media center. Here's what I managed to find out ...)
And the guys from this group prepared a story about berries in this form (album).
(Here we tried to talk about forest wealth on behalf of the berries themselves, and also found information in the life safety textbook about how useful these berries are and when they are used. Now I want to talk about cranberries, because this berry is the main one in our today's lesson.)
But Prishvin also describes all these berries in his work. Let's find this description. (WITH tr. 191.)
Does Prishvin's description of berries differ from the one that the guys found in the dictionary? What do we conclude?
(Prishvin has this artistic description. It can be seen that the author describes each berry with love, for him it is a miracle, a jewel.)
Have you seen descriptions of berries in other works?
(Yes, we found verses that talk about these berries. Reading verses.)
Let's continue the conversation about Nastya. She, having got to the Palestinian, forgot not only about her brother, but also about herself: she forgot about food, that she was a person. The girl crawled and picked cranberries. That's how well it is shown in Katya's drawing. At that time, there was an elk in a grove on a hillock. What is said about him?
(The elk, picking off the aspen, from its height calmly looks at the crawling girl, as at any crawling creature.
The elk does not even consider her a person: she has all the habits of ordinary animals, which he looks at with indifference, like we look at soulless stones.)
A huge, but defenseless elk manages with little: the bark of trees. For a man so powerful, everything is not enough, and he forgets himself from greed. What is this description for?
- For contrast.
What does contrast mean?
- Contradiction.
– It emphasizes the insignificance of human greed. After all, looking at the crawling Nastya, the moose does not recognize a person in her. And Nastya continues to crawl until she reaches the stump. Let's compare Nastya, who has lost her human appearance, and a stump. What are they doing?
- Collect. Nastya - cranberries, and the stump - the warmth of the sun.
What are they collecting for?
- Nastya - for herself, the stump - for others (give away the accumulated heat when the sun goes down). Therefore, a snake crawled onto the stump.
Is there a resemblance between the girl and the snake?
- Yes. As if afraid that someone else will get the cranberries, the girl crawls on the ground, collecting them. The snake on the stump "guards the heat."
(Nastya pulled the thread that wrapped around the stump. The disturbed snake “rose up” with a menacing hiss. The girl got scared; jumped to her feet (now the moose recognized her as a person and ran away); Nastya looked at the snake, and it seemed to her that she herself had just been this snake; she remembered her brother; she screamed, began to call Mitrasha and began to cry.)
- Who made Nastya get on her feet?
- A snake, and a stump, and an elk.
- That is, to summarize, then nature comes to the aid of Nastya. It is she who helps her to remain human.
- And yet, guys, what do you think, greedy Nastya? To whom did she give the berry?
(The grass saved Mitrasha, because he reminded her of Antipych. And she was very bored alone after the death of her master. When she saw Mitrasha, she thought it was Antipych.)
- And what breed was Grass?
- Hound.
What do you know about these dogs? Let's hear what the cynologists will tell us?
Message "Cynologists"
(Hound dogs got their name because they chase the beast with an even booming bark. The hunter gets somewhere in the path of the beast, and the dog chases the fox or the hare right at him. These are brave and hardy dogs. Therefore, Grass was not afraid to come to help Mitrasha.)
So, guys, Mitrasha emerges victorious from a difficult situation.
– Why did the villagers say about Mitrash: “There was a peasant ... yes, he swam away, who dared, he ate two: not a peasant, but a hero”?
(Man is a playful word, with a diminutive suffix, it indicates that a man is not yet a real man. The villagers concluded that Mitrasha proved to be a real man when they found out that he managed not to lose his fortitude and found a way to escape from the swamp.Secondly, he did not lose his head and shot the wolf of the Gray Landowner, which even experienced hunters could not shoot.)
- How do you understand the words of Prishvin: “This truth is the truth of the harsh struggle of people for love”?
(Only a person who retains the best human qualities in himself can truly love. To love, you must fight greed and selfishness in your soul. And only such a person who has conquered these qualities in himself is given the opportunity to love.)
- And what do you think, Nastya and Mitrasha understood what is the truth of life?
(Nastya and Mitrasha realized that they love each other, that they need each other. Thanks to this love, they survived and remained human. And this is the truth of life.)
VII. Summarizing.
VIII. Homework.
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Write a miniature essay: “What did I learn about life by reading M.M. Prishvin’s “Pantry of the Sun”?
