Who was Vasily Sukhomlinsky? Although the word "was" is unacceptable to this wonderful creative person, his works and kind stories for children live to this day, bringing up the most beautiful qualities and character traits in the younger generation.
During his life, the author wrote more than 30 books for children. All fairy tales and stories of Sukhomlinsky are a real storehouse of knowledge and interesting discoveries. His biography - creative way dedicated to children. Even his shortest works carry great meaning... We invite you to make sure of this and get acquainted with the work of Vasily Andreevich Sukhomlinsky.
V. Sukhomlinsky: a list of fairy tales and children's stories
| Lily of the valley in the garden | hare and carrot | |
| Boy and Lily-of-the-Valley Bell | How the river got angry with the rain | |
| Singing perinka | How did the cat catch the fish? | |
| woodpecker and girl | Silly crucian | |
| Scilla and lark | sun bunny | How the Spider sold the web |
| Where does the drop come from | Red-breasted bullfinches | Why Sparrow ran away |
| morning dawn | What was the rat singing about? | Quail and Kulik |
| Blooming cherry | How we saved the larks | white-sided magpie |
| The sun is rising | When the birds come | The larks have arrived |
| Butterfly with dew on the wing | Violet and Bee | Cheerful loach |
| morning breeze | Squirrel and jay | white feather |
| Morning in the apiary | How the bumblebee fed the bee | They buzz, but they don't bring honey |
| Like a tit will take me in the morning | Chamomile and bee | How the bee became golden |
| How rain caught a bee in a flower | Fox and hedgehog | And why isn't it snowing? |
| bumblebee woke up | How the hedgehog prepared for winter | fox tail |
| How the green Grass woke up | Nowhere to cling to a drop of dew | Lisitsy's lanterns |
| Acacia prompted | Chrysanthemum and Bulb | Beauty, Inspiration, Joy and Mystery |
| Why do leaves fall from trees? | barbel beetle | wolf fangs |
| Who lit the candles? | The pain is like a hand removed | wolfberry bush |
| White canvases | How the children rejoiced, and the Christmas tree cried | Oak and Vine |
| How the woods woke up | Swallow and Sparrow | And what's behind the forest? |
| What are the swallows chirping about now | The thrush has arrived | Petal and Flower |
| autumn flower and spring flower | The best mom | Chamomile and broom |
| red butterfly | How a bee spent the night in a flower | Plowman and Mole |
| And she smiles | How the hedgehog loved her children | Mole and Sun |
| How do the ants know that it will rain? | How the hedgehog built the stove | wheat lark |
| bird pantry | Fox and Misha | Violin and Moonbeam |
| Fog over stakes | What happened to my kids? | Rooster and Sun |
| And you will have hope | chickens | Pompous Rooster |
| Willow, like a golden-haired girl | Spring rain | The swallow makes a nest |
| oak and willow | Where are the ants going? | Why is the titmouse crying? |
| First ice at stake | Magpie cooked porridge | Toad and Nightingale |
| Smart Glazier | Cuckoo's sadness | Seagulls and Cancer |
| Squirrel and Kind Man | Will you fall out of the nest? | What is harder for cranes |
| How a squirrel saved a woodpecker | maternal happiness | Grandpa's cradle |
Creativity for children
- « All good people are one family!"- a modern collection of fairy tales and short stories V. A. Sukhomlinsky, intended for reading to children of preschool and younger school age, 2013.
- « sun flower» - the book contains the most the best works author of parables, fairy tales and children's stories. Recommended for reading to children of primary and secondary school age, 2012.
- « Let there be both a nightingale and a beetle"- a collection of children's stories, published in 1977 by the Malysh publishing house.
- « singing feather"- a selection of fairy tales and stories, 1974.
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Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Grandma is resting
Little Galinka came from school. She opened the door, wanted to say something cheerfully to her mother. But mother threatened Galinka with her finger and whispered:
- Quiet, Galinka, grandmother is resting. I didn't sleep the whole night, my heart ached.
Galinka quietly approached the table and put down her briefcase. I had lunch and sat down to study. He reads a book quietly, to himself, so as not to wake up his grandmother.
The door opened, Olya, Galinka's girlfriend, came in. She said loudly:
- Galina, listen ...
Galinka shook her finger at her, like a mother, and whispered:
- Quiet, Olya, grandmother is resting. She did not sleep the whole night, her heart ached.
The girls sat down at the table and looked at the drawings.
And from the closed grandmother's eyes rolled out two tears.
When the grandmother got up, Galinka asked:
- Grandma, why did you cry in your sleep?
Grandmother smiled, fondled Galinka. Joy shone in her eyes.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
All good people are one family
There was a drawing lesson in the second grade. The children drew a swallow.
Suddenly someone knocked on the door. The teacher opened the door and saw a tear-stained woman - the mother of little blond, blue-eyed Natasha.
“I beg you,” the mother turned to the teacher, “let Natasha go.” Grandma died.
The teacher walked up to the table and said quietly:
“Children, a great sorrow has come. Natasha's grandmother died. Natasha turned pale. Her eyes filled with tears. She leaned on the desk and wept softly.
- Go home, Natasha. Mom came for you.
While the girl was getting ready to go home, the teacher said:
We won't have lessons today either. Indeed, in our family - a great grief.
- Is it in Natasha's family? Kolya asked.
“No, in our human family,” the teacher explained. All good people are one family. And if someone in our family died, we became orphans.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
seventh daughter
Mother had seven daughters. Once Mother went to visit her son, and the son lived far, far away. Mother returned home a month later.
When she entered the hut, the daughters, one after the other, began to say how much they missed their Mother.
“I missed you like a poppy flower misses a sunbeam,” said the first daughter.
“I was waiting for you, like dry earth waiting for a drop of water,” said the second daughter.
“I cried for you like a little chick cries for a bird…” cooed the third daughter.
“It was hard for me without you, like a bee without a flower,” said the fourth daughter, caressing her mother and looking into her eyes.
“I dreamed of you, like a rose dreaming of a dew drop,” the fifth daughter chirped.
“I looked out for you like a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” whispered the sixth daughter.
And the seventh daughter did not say anything, although she had a lot to say. She took off Mother's shoes and brought her water in a large basin to wash her feet.
Boris Ganago
They forgot...
Genus, homeland, relatives, darling ... Alas, for some, these words are an empty phrase. Seryozha lived with his parents, but were they father and mother? They only thought about drinking. Getting drunk, the father went berserk and beat his baby. The boy ran away from home and spent the night in the park in the summer, and in the porches in the winter.
Having drunk everything, the parents sold the apartment, forgetting that they are father and mother. And they left somewhere, not remembering their son.
Seryozha found himself alone, without a home, and he was only five years old. He looked for food in the trash, sometimes starved for days.
Once he became friends with the same homeless boy. Both were better. One day they settled down for the night in an old car in a junkyard and fell asleep. What did they dream? Maybe a house, a plate of porridge that gave off delicious steam, or a mother, a still sober mother, singing a lullaby?
Seryozha woke up from acrid smoke - the car was on fire. The door jammed, the fire was already burning his face and hands. Sergey pushed the door with all his might, jumped out, tried to pull his friend out, but the car exploded. The shock wave threw him aside. He passed out; when he came to his senses and saw his burnt face, he decided to go out only at night in search of food. The kid suffered from severe burns. It seemed to him that he was forgotten and abandoned by everyone.
One day - O inscrutable ways of the Lord! - journalists found him in a landfill. Worried about the fate of homeless children, they talked about the boy on television.
The very next day, a man who called himself Nikolai called the studio. He said that he wanted to find Serezha and adopt him. Soon Nikolai took the boy to his village. Kind people collected money for the operation. Now the burns are no longer visible. Mental burns also heal. Serezha goes to school. He is the happiest person in the world - he has a house, he has a father.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Tale of the Goose
On a hot summer day, a goose took her little yellow goslings for a walk. She showed the kids Big world. This world was green and joyful - before the geese spread huge meadow. The goose taught the children to pluck the tender stalks of young grass. The stems were sweet, the sun was warm and gentle, the grass was soft, the world was green and singing with many voices of bugs, butterflies, moths. The goslings were happy.
Suddenly dark clouds appeared, the first drops of rain fell on the ground. And then large, like sparrow testicles, hailstones fell down. The goslings ran to their mother, she raised her wings and covered her children with them. It was warm and cozy under the wings, the goslings heard, as if from somewhere far away, the roar of thunder, the howling of the wind and the sound of hailstones. It even became fun for them: something terrible is happening behind the mother's wings, and they are warm and comfortable.
Then everything calmed down. The goslings wanted to hurry to the green meadow, but the mother did not raise her wings. The goslings squealed demandingly: let us out, mother.
The mother quietly lifted her wings. The goslings ran out onto the grass. They saw that the mother's wings were wounded, many feathers were torn out. Mother was breathing heavily. But the world around was so joyful, the sun shone so brightly and kindly, the bugs, bees, bumblebees sang so beautifully that for some reason it never occurred to the goslings to ask: “Mom, what is wrong with you?” And when one, the smallest and weakest gosling came up to his mother and asked: “Why are your wings wounded?” - she answered quietly: "It's all right, my son".
The yellow goslings scattered over the grass, and the mother was happy.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Who is taking home
There are two five-year-old boys in the kindergarten - Vasilko and Tolya. Their mothers work on a livestock farm. At six o'clock in the evening they go to Kindergarten for the children.
Mom dresses Vasilka, takes him by the hand, leads him along and says:
- Let's go, Vasilko, home.
And Tolya dresses himself, takes his mother by the hand, leads him along and says:
- Let's go home, Mom. The road was covered with snow. There is only a narrow path in the snow. Vasilko's mother walks through the snow, and her son follows the path. After all, she leads Vasilko home.
Tolya walks through the snow, and mom follows the path. After all, Tolya is taking her mother home.
Twelve years have passed. Vasilko and Tolya became strong, slender, handsome young men.
In winter, when the roads were covered with deep snow, Vasilka's mother fell seriously ill.
On the same day, Tolin's mother also fell ill.
The doctor lived in a neighboring village, five kilometers away.
Vasilko went out into the street, looked at the snow and said:
Is it possible to walk on such snow? - He stood a little and returned to the house.
And Tolya went through deep snow to a neighboring village and returned with a doctor.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
The legend of motherly love
The mother had an only son. He married a girl amazing beauty. But the girl's heart was black, unkind.
The son brought his young wife into the house. The mother-in-law disliked the daughter-in-law, she said to her husband: “Let the mother not come into the hut, put her in the hallway.”
The son settled the mother in the hallway, forbade her to enter the hut ... But this was not enough for the daughter-in-law. She says to her husband: "So that the spirit of the mother does not smell in the hut."
The son moved his mother to the barn. Only at night did the mother come out into the air. A young beauty was resting one evening under a blossoming apple tree and saw her mother come out of the barn.
The wife became furious and ran to her husband: “If you want me to live with you, kill your mother, take the heart out of her chest and bring it to me.” The filial heart did not tremble, he was bewitched by the unprecedented beauty of his wife. He says to his mother: "Let's go, mom, we swim in the river." Go to the river rocky shore. Mother tripped on a stone. The son got angry: “Look under your feet. So we will go to the river until the evening.
They came, undressed, bathed. The son killed the mother, took out her heart from her chest, put it on a maple leaf, carries it. A mother's heart flutters.
The son stumbled on a stone, fell, hit, a hot mother's heart fell on a sharp cliff, bloodied, startled and whispered: “Son, didn’t you hurt your knee? Sit down, rest, rub the bruised place with your palm.
The son sobbed, grabbed his mother's heart in his palms, pressed it to his chest, returned to the river, put his heart into his torn chest, poured hot tears over him. He understood that no one loved and could not love him as devotedly and disinterestedly as his own mother.
So great was the mother's love, so deep and ever strong was the desire of the mother's heart to see her son happy, that the heart came to life, the torn chest closed, the mother stood up and pressed her son's head to her chest. After that, the son could not return to his wife, she became hateful to him. The mother did not return home either. Together they went through the steppes and became two mounds. Every morning the rising sun illuminates the tops of the mounds with its first rays...
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
I won't be anymore
In the spring, fifth-graders helped the collective farmers to plant watermelons and melons. Two old men supervised the work - grandfather Dmitry and grandfather Dementy. Both of them were gray-haired, both of their faces were covered with wrinkles. They seemed to be the same age as the children. None of the children knew that grandfather Dementy was the father of grandfather Dmitry, one of them was ninety years old, and the other was over seventy.
And it seemed to grandfather Dementy that his son had incorrectly prepared watermelon seeds for planting. Surprised children heard how grandfather Dementy began to teach grandfather Dmitry:
- What a slow-witted you are, son, what a slow-witted ... I have been teaching you for a century and I cannot teach you. Watermelon seeds need to be kept warm, but what did you do? They got cold... They will sit motionless in the ground for a week...
Grandfather Dmitry stood in front of grandfather Dementy, like a seven-year-old boy: evenly, shifting from foot to foot, bowing his head ... and whispering respectfully:
- Tatu, this will not happen again, sorry, tattoo ...
The children thought. Each of them remembered his father.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
birthday dinner
Nina has a big family: mother, father, two brothers, two sisters, grandmother. Nina is the smallest: she is nine years old. Grandmother is the oldest; she is eighty-two years old. When the family is having dinner, Grandma's hand trembles. Everyone is used to it and try not to notice. If someone looks at grandmother's hand and thinks: why is she trembling? Her hand trembles even more. Grandmother carries a spoon - the spoon trembles, droplets drip onto the table.
Nina's birthday is coming soon. Mother said that there would be dinner on her name day. She and her grandmother will bake a big sweet pie. Let Nina invite her friends.
Guests arrived. Mom covers the table with a white tablecloth. Nina thought: and the grandmother will sit down at the table, and her hand is trembling. Girlfriends will laugh, tell everyone at school.
Nina said quietly to her mother:
- Mom, let grandma not sit at the table today ...
- Why? Mom was surprised.
- Her hand is trembling ... Dripping on the table ...
Mom turned pale. Without saying a word, she removed the white tablecloth from the table and hid it in the closet.
Mom sat silent for a long time, then said:
Our grandmother is sick today. There will be no birthday dinner.
Congratulations, Nina, happy birthday. My wish to you: be a real person.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
The most affectionate hands
A little girl came with her mother to a big city. They went to the market. The mother was holding her daughter by the hand. The girl saw something interesting, clapped her hands with joy and got lost in the crowd. Lost and crying.
- Mother! Where is my mom?
People surrounded the girl and ask:
- What's your name, girl?
- What is your mother's name? Say we'll find her right now.
- Mom's name…. mother... mother...
People smiled, reassured the girl and asked again:
- Well, tell me, what are your mother's eyes: black, blue, blue, gray?
“Her eyes are… the kindest…”
- What about braids? Well, what kind of hair does your mother have black, blond?
“Hair… the most beautiful…”
People smiled again. Ask:
- Well, tell me what kind of hands she has ... Maybe she has some kind of mole on her hand, remember.
“Her hands are… the most affectionate.
And announced on the radio:
“The girl is lost. Her mother has the kindest eyes, the most beautiful braids, the most affectionate hands in the world.
And my mom found it right away.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
How the Nightingale waters her children
Nightingale has three chicks in the nest. All day long Nightingale brings them food - insects, flies, spiders. The nightingales have eaten, they are sleeping. And at night, before dawn, they ask to drink. Nightingale flies into the grove. On the leaves - pure, pure dew. Nightingale finds the purest drop of dew, takes it in his beak and flies to the nest, brings his children to drink. Puts a drop on a leaf. Nightingales drink water. And at this time, the sun is rising. Nightingale flies again for insects.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
Yurko - Timurovets
Third-grader Yurko became a Timurovite. Even the commander of a small Timurovsky detachment. There are nine boys in his squad. They help two grandmothers who live on the outskirts of the village. They planted apple trees and roses near their huts, they water them. They bring water, go to the store for bread.
Today is a rainy autumn day. Yurko and the boys went to chop wood for their grandmother. Came home tired and angry.
He took off his shoes, hung up his coat. Both boots and coat are covered in mud.
Yurko sat down at the table. His mother serves him dinner, while his grandmother washes his shoes and brushes his coat.
Vasily Sukhomlinsky
How Vasilko was born
- Children, today is the birthday of your friend - Vasilko. Today you, Vasilko, are eight years old. Congratulations on your birthday. I will tell you, children, how Vasilko was born.
Vasilka was not yet in the world, his father worked as a tractor driver, and his mother worked in the sericulture link.
The young wife of a tractor driver was preparing to become a mother. In the evening, the young husband was going to take his wife to the maternity hospital tomorrow.
A blizzard broke out at night, poured a lot of snow, the roads were covered with snowdrifts. The car could not move, and there was no way to postpone the trip, the young woman felt: a child would soon be born. The husband left for the tractor, and at that time the wife began to experience terrible pain.
The husband adapted a large sleigh to the tractor, laid his wife on them, left the house, and seven kilometers to the maternity hospital. The snowstorm does not stop, the steppe is covered with a white veil, the wife is moaning, the tractor is barely making its way through the snowdrifts.
Halfway there, it became impossible to go further, the tractor sank in snowdrifts, the engine stalled. A young husband approached his wife, lifted her from the sleigh, wrapped her in a blanket and carried her in his arms, with incredible difficulty getting out of one snowdrift and plunging into another.
The blizzard raged, the snow blinded his eyes, the husband was drenched in sweat, his heart burst out of his chest; it seemed that one more step - and there would be no more strength, but at the same time it was clear to the person that if he stopped even for a minute, he would die.
After a few tens of meters, he stopped for a moment, threw off his coat, remaining in a padded jacket.
The wife groaned in her arms, the wind howled in the steppe, and the husband in those moments did not think about anything except a small living creature that was about to be born and for which he, a young tractor driver Stepan, is responsible to his wife, to his father and mother, to his grandfather and grandmother, in front of the whole human race, in front of his conscience.
The young father walked four terrible kilometers for several hours; he knocked on the door of the maternity hospital in the evening; knocked, handed over to the nurses his wife wrapped in a blanket and fell unconscious. When the blanket was unrolled, the astonished doctors could not believe their eyes: a child was lying next to his wife - alive, strong. He had just been born, the mother began to feed her son here, in the corridor, and the doctors surrounded the bed in which the father was lying.
Ten days was Stepan between life and death.
The doctors saved his life.
Thus Vasilko was born.
Tamara Lombina
Everyone has their own happiness
Fedka has long dreamed of a bicycle. He even dreamed about it: red, with a shiny steering wheel and a bell. You go, and the counter - click, click! - considers how many kilometers you have clocked.
And yesterday he just couldn't believe his eyes: the son of the farmer Avdeev Vaska was bought a bicycle. Exactly the one that Fedka dreamed of! It would be at least a different color, or something ...
Fedka never seemed to be envious, but here he even cried into his pillow, he was so sorry for his dream. He didn’t pester his mother with questions, they say, when they also buy a bike for him - he knows that his parents have no money.
And now Vaska rushed past his yard ... Fedka watered the holes with cucumbers and quietly swallowed his tears.
As always on time, Uncle Ivan burst into the yard with noise, laughter and such a familiar cough. Unlucky, that was the name of his relatives. He graduated from some very smart institute and came to his native village. Here there is no work for his head and there will not be, and the uncle did not want another job, he got a job tending horses at the Avdeevs.
It's amazing how he always manages to understand that Fedka is in trouble.
- Fedul, that he pouted his lips, - his uncle asked slyly looking into his eyes, - did you burn the caftan?
But then Vaska rushed past the yard, ringing like crazy. Uncle Ivan looked at Fedka knowingly.
“Will you go with me tonight?” he suggested unexpectedly.
- Can? Will mom let me?
“Yes, we’ll persuade the two of us,” assured the resilient uncle.
How wonderful this uncle Ivan is!
In the evening he arrived on a white Orlik, and next to Orlik ran Ognivko - a young red horse with thin legs, a fiery mane, huge and cunning eyes. Fedka himself does not remember how he sat on Ognivka. Under the envious glances of the boys, they drove through the whole village, and then rolled through the meadow through the clouds. Yes, yes, Uncle Ivan said that clouds descend into their Silver Log at night to sleep until morning. It's so cool to ride through the cloud, completely surrendering to Firefire's instincts. And then, right on horseback, they rode into a warm, like fresh milk, river. Ognivko turned out to be so smart, they played so well with him in the water! Fedka hid behind the other horses, but he found him and with soft lips managed to grab him by the ear ...
Already exhausted, Fedka climbed ashore. Ognivko was still running and playing with the foals, and then he came and lay down next to Fedka. Uncle Ivan cooked an ear. Whenever he succeeds. When did he manage to catch the fish?
Fedka lay down on his back and... screwed up his eyes—the sky looked at him with all the stars. From the fire there was a delicious smell of smoke, fish soup, and from Flint, from his breath it was so calm. It was nice to feel such a lively smell of a young half-foal, half-horse. The crickets sang some endless song of happiness.
Fedka even laughed: so unnecessary and ugly now, here, next to the stars, the dreamed-up bicycle seemed. Fedka embraced Ognivka and felt that his soul flew high, high, to the stars. For the first time he understood what happiness is.
Boris Almazov
Gorbushka
Grishka from our middle group brought a plastic straw to the kindergarten. At first he whistled at her, and then he began to spit plasticine balls out of her. He was spitting on the sly, and our teacher, Inna Konstantinovna, did not see anything.
I was on duty in the dining room that day. Inna Konstantinovna says that this is the most responsible post. The most responsible thing is to spread the soup, because you can’t take a plate by the edges - you can dip your fingers, and carry it hot on your palms! But I spread the whole soup well. Just great! I didn't even spill it on the tables! He began to lay out the bread on bread plates, then all the guys came, and this Grishka with his straw. I carried the tray to the kitchen, and I carried one humpback in my hand - I left it for myself, I love humpbacks very much. Then Grishka blows at me! The plasticine ball hit me right in the forehead and bounced into my bowl of soup! Grishka began to laugh, and the guys began to giggle too. They laugh at me that a ball hit me in the forehead.
I felt so offended: I tried, I was on duty with all my might, and he hit me in the forehead, and everyone laughs. I grabbed my humpback and how I launched it into Grishka. I throw very well! Aptly! Hit him right on the back of the head. He even groaned - wow what a humpback! Not some kind of plasticine ball. The crust from his cropped head bounced off and rolled along the floor across the entire dining room for a long time - that's how hard I threw it!
But it immediately became quiet in the dining room, because Inna Konstantinovna blushed and began to look at me! She bent down, slowly picked up the crust, dusted it off, and placed it on the edge of the table.
“After a quiet hour and an afternoon snack,” she said, “everyone will go for a walk, and Serezha will remain in the playroom and think carefully about his act. Serezha goes to kindergarten alone, but I feel I need to talk to his parents. Seryozha! Let your dad or mom come tomorrow!
When I came home, dad had already returned from work and was reading the newspaper, lying on the sofa. He is very tired at his factory, once he even fell asleep at dinner.
- Well how are you? - he asked.
“It’s fine,” I answered and hurried to my corner to my toys as soon as possible. I thought dad would read his newspaper again, but he folded it, got up from the sofa and squatted next to me.
– Is it all right?
- Yes OK! All is good! Wonderful... - and faster dump truck
I load with cubes, but for some reason they are not loaded, and they jump out of my hands.
- Well, if everything is fine, then why do some people in a hat enter the room and, having come from the street, do not wash their hands?
And indeed, I in a hat and forgot to wash my hands!
- In general, yes! Dad said when I got back from the bathroom. “Come on, tell me what happened to you?”
“But because Inna Konstantinovna,” I say, “is an unjust person!” He will not understand, but punishes! Grishka was the first to throw a ball at me in the forehead, and then I threw it with a crust ... He was the first, and she punished me!
- What humpback?
- Ordinary! From round bread. Grishka was the first to start, and me
punished! Is this fair?
Papa did not answer, he just sat on the sofa, hunched over, his hands hanging between his knees. He has such big hands and veins, like ropes. He got very upset.
“What do you think,” Dad asked, “what were you punished for?”
- Not to fight! But Grishka was the first to start!
- So! Dad said. - Come on, bring my folder. It's on the table, in the bottom drawer.
Her dad very rarely gets her. This is a large leather folder. Daddy's there certificates of honor, photos of how he served in the Navy. (I'll be a sailor too when I grow up). Dad took out not photographs of his fellow sailors, but an envelope made of yellowed paper.
Have you ever wondered why you don't have a grandma or a grandpa?
“I thought about it,” I said. - This is very bad. Some guys have two grandfathers and two grandmothers, but I have no one ...
- Why aren't they? Dad asked.
“They died in the war.
“Yes,” said dad. He took out a narrow strip of paper. “Notification,” he read, and I saw how my father’s chin trembled small and often: “Having shown courage and heroism as part of the amphibious assault, he died the death of the brave ...” - this is one of your grandfathers. My father. And this one: “He died of wounds and general physical exhaustion…” – this is your second grandfather, your mother’s father.
- And grandmothers! I shouted, because I felt very sorry for them all.
“They died in the blockade. You know about the blockade. The Nazis surrounded our city, and Leningrad was left completely without food.
And without bread? These words came out in a whisper.
- A day they gave out one hundred and twenty-five grams ... One piece, the kind that you eat at dinner ...
- And that's all ... Yes, and this bread was with chaff and needles ... Blockade, in general, bread.
Dad pulled out a photo from the envelope. Schoolchildren were filmed there. All bald and terribly thin.
“Well,” Dad said, “find me.
All the guys were like each other, like brothers. They had tired faces and sad eyes.
“Here,” Dad pointed to a boy in the second row. - Here's your mom. I would never have known her at all. I thought it was a five year old boy.
“This is our orphanage. They did not manage to take us out, and we were in Leningrad throughout the blockade. Sometimes soldiers or sailors came to us and brought a whole bag of bread. Our mother was very small and rejoiced: “Khlebushko! Khlebusko! ”, And we, the older guys, already understood that the soldiers had given us their daily rations and, therefore, they were sitting there in the trenches in the cold, completely hungry ...
I wrapped my arms around my father and shouted:
- Daddy! Punish me as you wish!
- What you! Dad picked me up. - Just understand, son, bread is not just food ... And you put it on the floor ...
“I will never again!” I whispered.
“I know,” Dad said.
We stood at the window. Our big Leningrad, covered with snow,
glowed with lights and was so beautiful, as if soon New Year!
- Dad, tomorrow, when you come to the kindergarten, tell me about bread. Tell all the guys, even Grishka...
“Okay,” said dad, “I’ll come and tell you.”
The stories were collected by Tamara Lombina Member of the Writers' Union of Russia, candidate psychological sciences. Author of 11 books. Laureate of the All-Russian competition for the best book for children "Our huge world".
Vasily Alexandrovich Sukhomlinsky (1918-1970) - teacher, innovative teacher, practical scientist. He was kind to people and strict to himself, and in his pets he brought up kindness and cordial sensitivity, modesty and responsibility, courage and citizenship.
"...society is suffering from a terrible disease - the devaluation of human values."
"Feelings are the flesh, blood and heart of moral conviction..."
“Without feelings, morality turns into dry words capable of educating hypocrites.”
"Miss younger age means to miss everything.
"Childhood and adolescence should become a school of kindness, cordiality, sensitivity."
"Creating goodness for people starts with a child's concern for beauty."
Sukhomlinsky reflected his thoughts on education, his thirty-five years of experience in pedagogical writings, and gave his feelings and heart to small children. He composed his fairy tales and stories together with the children in the beautiful "School under the Blue Sky".
“Every evening,” Vasily Alexandrovich wrote, “when the first star flares up in the blue sky, children come to me ... The village falls silent, the steppe falls asleep ... The whole world around us sleeps, only the star flickers in the sky and the grasshopper sings. This is our Blue Sky School. In these marvelous summer evenings we become poets. We compose fairy tales... Who is their author? This is a wonderful Ukrainian night, and several generations of small children, and I ... "
V. Sukhomlinsky
Honey in your pocket
Dima, Vasya and Yura gathered in the forest. Mom gave them a pie. The friends wrapped the pies in paper and put them in their pockets.
And Yura's mother also poured a small bottle of honey. She told her son:
Do not brag to the guys that you have honey. Sit down somewhere in the forest and eat alone.
Yura put the bottle in his pocket. Friends came to the forest, sat down in a clearing to rest. Wanted to eat. They got pies and eat.
Suddenly, a bee flew up to Yura. She sat down on a trouser leg and climbed into her pocket. Behind her is a second, a third. Many, many bees have flocked, and they all climb into Yura's pocket.
Dima and Vasya are surprised:
What do you have there?
And the bees keep flying and flying.
Yura took out a bottle of honey from his pocket and threw it into the grass. The bees covered the bottle.
Yura lowered his head.
And Vasya and Dima laughed merrily:
There it is!..
I want to have my say
Katerina Ivanovna led her first-graders into the field.
It was a quiet early autumn morning.
Far in the sky a flock of migratory birds flew. The birds were quietly chirping, and this made the steppe sad.
Katerina Ivanovna said to the children:
Today we will compose an essay about the autumn sky, about migratory birds. Let each of you say what the sky is now. Look, children, carefully. Choose in mother tongue beautiful, precise words.
The children went quiet. They looked at the sky and thought. A minute later, the first compositions were heard.
The sky is blue-blue... The sky is blue... The sky is clear... The sky is azure...
And that's it. The children repeated the same words again and again: blue, blue, azure, pure...
Little Valya stood aside.
And why are you silent, Valya?
I want to have my say.
What is your word for heaven?
The sky is gentle ... - Valya said quietly and smiled.
The children went quiet. And in that moment they saw something they had not seen before.
The sky is sad... The sky is disturbing... The sky is sad... The sky is icy...
The sky played, fluttered, breathed like Living being, and the children looked into his sad blue-blue autumn eyes.
I'm not afraid of thunder
It was a hot June day. Fifth graders went to the forest for the whole day. It was fun in the forest. The children played and read interesting book, cooked porridge.
By evening, black clouds came running from behind the forest, thunder rumbled. From the rain, the children rushed into the hut to the shepherds. Vitya also intended to run. But suddenly lightning flashed and there was such a deafening roar that Vitya crouched under a large oak tree in fright, closed his eyes and almost burst into tears. He already opened his mouth to scream, calling for help, but he saw nearby, on the other side of the oak, classmate Valya.
Is that you, Vitya? Oh, it's good that I'm not alone! Now I'm not afraid.
Vitya caught his breath and looked around. The forest drowned in the rain. Lightning flashed, illuminating the trees and bushes for a moment with a blue light. The forest was noisy, groaning. It seemed to Vitya that there was no one in the world but him and Valya.
He felt something straighten up in his soul at that moment. He was ashamed to be afraid. Is it possible to be afraid when there is a girl nearby and you are responsible for her?
Don't be afraid, Valya, - said Vitya. I am not afraid of thunder or lightning.
Vitya touched her white braid with his hand. Now he was no longer afraid of anything.
Sparrow and fire
The old Sparrow finally allowed her little son to fly out of the nest. Vorobyshek was delighted, flew out, fluttered and kept asking his mother: "What is this? What is this?"
His mother explained to him what land, grass, trees, chickens, geese, a pond are. But Sparrow saw a huge fireball in the sky and asked his mother:
And what is it?
This is the sun, - Sparrow answers.
What is the sun?
Well, why do you need to know? - the wise Sparrow answers grumblingly. - It's fire.
But I want to know what fire is, - Sparrow chirped and flew up and up, all to the sun and to the sun. He flew until he burned the thin feathers of his wings. Frightened, he returned. His mother was waiting for him, neither alive nor dead.
Well, now I know what fire is, - said Sparrow.
Petryk and vase
Mom left little Petrik at home, and she herself went to the bakery.
Petrik went to the open window. There was a vase on the window. A large multi-colored butterfly sat on the edge of the vase.
Petrik wanted to catch a butterfly. He swung... and hit the vase. The vase fell and broke.
Petrik was frightened: “What will happen now? What will mom say? The boy collected the pieces, took them to the garden and buried them in the ground with a small shovel. Then he sat down by the window and waited for his mother.
As soon as my mother opened the door, Petrik ran up to her and said:
Mom, it wasn’t me who broke the vase, it wasn’t me who took the fragments to the garden and buried them there with a small spatula.
Petrik felt anxiety in his mother's eyes.
Who broke the vase? Mom asked.
Butterfly ... - Petrik answered quietly.
Mom chuckled.
How a butterfly broke a vase - I understand ... - she said. - But how she took the fragments to the garden and buried them there - I can’t understand this!
Petrik looked at his mother and began to cry.
Why is the titmouse crying
A husband and wife lived in a house on the edge of the village. They had two children - a boy Misha and a girl Olya. Misha is ten years old, and Olya is nine.
A poplar grew near the house.
Let's make a swing on the poplar, - said Misha.
Oh, how good it will swing! - Olya was delighted.
Misha climbed onto the poplar, tied a rope to the branches. Misha and Olya got on the swing and let's swing. Children are swinging, and near them the titmouse flies and sings.
Look, Olya, the titmouse is also happy, - says Misha.
Olya looked at the trunk of the poplar and saw a hollow, and in the hollow there was a nest, and in the nest were small chicks.
Titmouse is not happy, but cries, - said Olya.
Why is she crying? Misha was surprised.
Think why.
Misha jumped off the swing, looked at the little tit's nest and wondered why she was crying.
Ashamed in front of the nightingale
Olya and Lida went to the forest. After a tiring journey, they sat down on the grass to rest and dine. They took out bread, butter, eggs from the bag.
When the girls had already finished dinner, a nightingale sang not far from them. Fascinated by the beautiful song, Olya and Lida sat, afraid to move.
The nightingale stopped singing.
Olya collected the rest of the food and scraps of paper and threw it under a bush. Lida wrapped eggshells and bread crumbs in newspaper and put the bag into her bag.
Why are you taking your trash with you? - Olya asked. - Throw it under the bush. After all, we are in the forest. Nobody will see.
I'm ashamed ... in front of the nightingale, - Lida answered quietly.
Good thing the sun is shining
On Sunday, Yura, a second-grade student, woke up early and cheerfully said:
Mom, today we will go to the forest!
It's raining, - answered my mother, - it pours like a bucket. You will not go to the forest.
Yura looked out the window. There were puddles in the yard. The sky was covered with gray clouds.
Yura sat down near the table and cried...
On Monday, Yura woke up early too. Opened the window. Sunlight flooded the entire room. Yura sat down near the table and wept.
Why are you crying today? Mom was surprised.
Today I have to go to school with a spatula. Digging area.
The mother looked at her son and sighed heavily. Then she said softly:
It's good that the sun is shining... If it was raining today, how would I know that my son is lazy?
Flower or wolf's mouth?
Two boys were walking home from school - Sergey and Nikola.
Sergey was having fun. The teacher asked him three times today. He got an A.
Nicola was sad. Twice they called him to the board. Nikola answered badly, and the teacher gave him a deuce in his diary. She also said:
Here I will meet my mother, I will tell her about your studies.
It was a warm spring day. The sun was shining. A white cloud floated in the blue of the sky. Sergei looked at the cloud and said:
Look, Nicola, what a beautiful cloud. It looks like a white rose. Look, the petals have opened - tender, thin. So they flutter in the wind.
Nikola stared at the cloud for a long time. Then he said softly:
Where are the petals? Where is the flower? The cloud looks like a wolf. Look, over there on the other side - the head. The beast opened its mouth - angry, ready to rush at someone.
The boys looked at the cloud for a long time, and each saw his own.
Why didn't you look for my glasses yesterday?
Misha came home from school happy today. At the door he shouted:
Grandma, grandma! Take a look at my diary, we've been marked. I have good ones!
Grandmother took the diary, wanted to look at Misha's marks, but her glasses disappeared somewhere, and she couldn't see without them. Misha began to look for glasses. He looked at the closet and crawled under the table. And then he climbed under the bed and there, near the very wall, he found glasses. Grandmother did not notice how they fell.
Why didn't you look for my glasses yesterday? I asked you, - Grandma said reproachfully. Misha was confused.
My mom smells like bread
Two newcomers Tolya and Kolya came to the kindergarten. Their mothers brought them. The boys got to know each other. Tolya asked Kolya:
Where does your mother work?
Didn't you guess? Kolya was surprised. She smells like medicine. My mother is a doctor. A person gets sick - mom will cure. Where does your mom work?
Do not you know? Tolya said. - She smells like bread. My mom is a baker. She feeds people. No one could live without bread.
And the doctor? Kolya asked.
And a doctor, - answered Tolya.
Snowstorm
In the morning, Tolya, a first-grader, left the house. There was a blizzard outside. The trees were noisy.
The boy was frightened, stood under a poplar and thought: “I won’t go to school. Scary..."
Then he saw Sasha standing under a linden tree. Sasha lived nearby. He, too, was going to school and was also frightened.
The boys saw each other. They became happy. They ran towards each other, joined hands and went to school together.
The blizzard howled and whistled, but it was no longer terrible.
gray hair
Little Mikhailik saw three gray hairs in his mother's braid.
Mom, you have three gray hairs in your braid, - said Mikhailik.
Mom smiled and said nothing.
A few days later, Mikhailik saw four gray hairs in his mother's braid.
Mom, - Mikhailik asked in surprise, - you already have four gray hairs in your braid, but there were three ... Why did one more hair turn gray?
From pain, - mother answered. - When the heart hurts, then the hair turns gray ...
Why did your heart hurt?
Remember, you climbed on tall tall tree. I looked out the window, saw you on a thin branch. My heart ached and my hair turned gray.
Mikhailik sat pensive and silent for a long time. Then he approached his mother, hugged her and quietly asked:
Mom, if I sit on a thick branch, will the hair turn gray?
What are you happy!
The kids came to school today for the first time. Their mothers brought them and left them with the teacher in a green meadow, under a tall linden tree.
Teacher Ivan Filippovich meets the tenth generation of children. He will bring these kids to the fourth grade, and his work at the school will be forty years old.
Cheerful, friendly eyes of the teacher look into the black, blue, blue eyes of the children.
Children, have you not seen how long before dawn the dawn rises? - Ivan Filippovich asks, and his affectionate smile evokes an answering smile in the kids.
No, they didn’t see it, - the guys answered in discord.
Have you seen the nightingale drinking the dew?
No, we haven't seen...
How does a bumblebee clean its wings before leaving a flower?
Did not see...
What are you happy ... - says the teacher. - You will see all this. I will take you to the lakeshore and you will see the dawn rising. We will sit in the bushes, hold our breath and watch the nightingale, waking up, drinking a drop of dew. Let's go to a large beautiful flower and find a honey bumblebee there: he spent the night in a flower, woke up and cleans his wings.
In early spring we will stop at a sun-warmed tree. What's this? Someone alive and fast peeks out from under the bark. This is the "sun", the earliest insect. It's hot, she woke up, but she's afraid to get out into the wild: there is snow all around.
You are very happy, children, you will see all this!
Does a child need to “wean to be greedy”?
I think that what is most often mistaken for children's greed (protection of their boundaries, their toys) is the child's natural desire for "self", for finding himself through "their" things, "their" toys, "their" mom and dad . This is a natural stage of growing up, and weaning will not only be superfluous, but also harmful.
These same stories rather show the baby what it is in general - real greed. What is true wealth. What is the difference between greed and a sense of ownership and when being greedy is not interesting and not good.
If you have similar fairy tales or stories in your "piggy bank" - send them to or write in the comments. Other parents will thank you!
*Stories about greed collected by Tamara Lombina - hMember of the Union of Writers of Russia, candidate of psychological sciences.
==1==
Japanese fairy tale
A poor man and a rich man lived in the same village. The rich man had a lot of money.
Once a rich man called a poor man to his place. The poor man thinks: “No way, he decided to give me a present. That's why he's calling." Came and says:
What a blessing it is to have so much money!
- Why are you, - the rich man answers, - what happiness is this! I thought that the richest person in our village is you! You have two whole wealth: the first is health, the second is children. And I only have money. What kind of rich am I?
The poor man listened, listened, and he thinks: “And it’s true, I’m not so poor.” And he went home - to tell the old woman about everything. The old woman just threw up her hands.
“But didn’t you, old man, know that the greatest happiness is children and health?”
“We have lived our lives happily,” the old people decided.
- Here we are with you, what rich people, we gave gifts to all the kids! - the old man and the old woman rejoiced.
Since then they have been nicknamed poor rich in the village.
==2==
Greed.
Afghan fairy tale
There lived a very rich man. But he was so greedy that even he spared bread for himself.
One day someone invited him to visit. The rich man went. The owner of the house served many different dishes, and the guest began to eat.
At first he tried the meat and ate a lot of it, because it was spicy, tasty and he liked the passion. Then they served some kind of flour dish, which melted in the mouth. The miser also ate it. Then came the turn of eggs and noodles.
Whatever was on the table, the rich man paid tribute to everything.
After dinner, the host served various fruits - apricots, melons, grapes, pears. The miser looked at them with hungry eyes, as if he had never seen such things in his life. In the end, he ate all the fruits as well.
After he filled his stomach with hot and cold, he wanted to drink.
The rich man barely had time to pour glasses. He drank so much that his stomach was swollen - it was about to burst. With the last of his strength, with great difficulty, the miser dragged himself home.
After a while, he became very ill.
Frightened at home:
“But he looks like he’s going to die.” Run for the doctor.
- Haven't you eaten yet? the doctor asks.
“Yes,” replied the rich man, “I was visiting and had a good meal there.
– What have you done?! the doctor exclaimed. - The food is someone else's, but the stomach is your own!
- Yes it is. But there were so many treats and everything was so delicious!
Is it conceivable to refuse a tasty and free lunch!
- All right, - the doctor grinned, - what happened, then passed. Now you need to take a medicine that will extract excess food from you.
“Oh no, I don’t want such a medicine!” Now, if you find a medicine that improves digestion, come on! And if not, it’s okay, on a full stomach it’s easier to die. And no other harm will come to me. You are free, go to yourself.
==3==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Cutlet - like a stone
It was in a difficult year, immediately after the war.
Today the third grade is going to the forest. Maria Nikolaevna appointed a collection at school. Everyone arrived before sunrise.
Everyone has a bag of food - bread, onions, boiled potatoes, and some guys even have lard. The children laid out all the contents of their bags, wrapped them in a large sheet of paper and put them in a duffel bag. The children decided: we are one team, one family, why should everyone sit over their bundle?
Lenya also put his piece of bread, a few potatoes and a pinch of salt into the duffel bag. But in the pocket there was a bundle with a cutlet. The mother wrapped it in paper and said: eat it so that no one sees it.
Children played in the forest, read a book, told stories around the fire.
Then they laid out all the supplies on a large tablecloth and sat down to dinner. Next to Lenya sat Maya, a thin, white-haired girl. Her father died at the front - on the last day of the war. Each got a small piece of lard. Maya cut her piece in half and gave half to Lena.
It seemed to the boy that in his pocket it was not a cutlet wrapped in paper, but a stone.
When the children had dinner, Maria Nikolaevna said:
- Children, collect the paper and burn it.
When the paper was collected and folded into a pile, Lenya imperceptibly threw his bundle with a cutlet into the trash.
==4==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Greedy boy
There lived a very greedy boy in the world. He walks down the street, sees ice cream being sold. The boy became and thinks: “If someone gave me a hundred servings of ice cream, that would be good.”
Suitable for school. In a quiet deserted lane, a gray-haired grandfather suddenly catches up with him and asks:
“Did you want a hundred servings of ice cream?”
The boy was surprised. Hiding his confusion, he said:
- Yes ... If someone would give money ...
“We don’t need money,” Grandpa said. “There’s a hundred servings of ice cream behind that willow tree.
Grandfather disappeared, as he was not there. The boy looked behind the willow and, in surprise, even dropped his briefcase with books to the ground. There was an ice cream box under the tree. The boy quickly counted a hundred bundles wrapped in silver paper.
The boy's hands shook with greed. He ate one, another, a third serving. He couldn't eat anymore, his stomach hurt.
- What to do? the boy thinks.
He took the books out of his briefcase and threw them under the willow. He stuffed his briefcase with shiny parcels. But they didn't fit in the briefcase. It was so pitiful to leave them that the boy cried. Sits near the willow and cries.
Ate two more servings. Wandered to school.
I went into the classroom, put the briefcase, and the ice cream began to melt. Milk flowed from the briefcase.
A thought flashed through the boy: maybe give ice cream to his comrades? This thought was driven away by greed: is it possible to give such good to someone?
The boy is sitting over the briefcase, and it is flowing from it. And the greedy boy thinks: will such wealth really perish?
Let the one who has somewhere in his soul settled a small worm - greed - think about this fairy tale. This is a very scary worm.
==5==
Two greedy bear cubs.
Hungarian fairy tale
On the other side of the glass mountains, beyond the silken meadow, stood an untravelled, unprecedented dense forest. In this untravelled, unprecedented dense forest, in its very thicket, lived an old she-bear. She had two sons. When the cubs grew up, they decided that they would go around the world in search of happiness.
At first they went to their mother and, as expected, said goodbye to her. The old bear hugged her sons and ordered them never to part with each other.
The cubs promised to fulfill their mother's order and set off on their way.
They walked, they walked. And the day went on and the next went. Finally, they ran out of supplies. The cubs are hungry. Downcast, they wandered side by side.
- Oh, brother, how I want to eat! the younger complained.
- And I want to! the elder said.
So they all walked and walked, and suddenly they found a large round head of cheese. They wanted to share it equally, but failed. Greed overcame the cubs: each was afraid that the other would get more.
They argued, growled, and suddenly a fox approached them. What are you arguing about, young people? the fox asked.
The cubs told her about their trouble.
– What same this trouble! - said the fox. - Let me divide the cheese equally for you: it’s all the same to me that the youngest, that the eldest.
- That's good, - the cubs were delighted. - Delhi!
The fox took the cheese and broke it into two pieces. But she split the head so that one piece - it was even visible to the eye - was larger than the other.
The cubs screamed:
- This one is bigger!
The fox reassured them:
“Hush, young people! And this is not a problem. Now I'll take care of everything.
She took a good bite out of most of it and swallowed it. Now the smaller piece is bigger.
- And so uneven! The bear cubs are worried.
“Well, that’s enough,” said the fox. - I know my stuff!
And she took a bite out of most of it. Now the larger piece has become smaller.
- And so uneven! the cubs screamed.
- Yes, you will! - said the fox, moving his tongue with difficulty, as his mouth was full of delicious cheese. Just a little more and it will be even.
The fox continued to share the cheese.
And the cubs only with black noses led back and forth, back and forth - from a larger piece to a smaller one, from a smaller one to a larger one.
Until the fox was full, she divided and divided everything.
But now the pieces were equal, and the cubs almost had no cheese left: two tiny pieces.
“Well, then,” said the fox, “albeit little by little, but equally equally!” Bon appetit, bear cubs! - and wagging her tail, she ran away.
So it is with those who are greedy!
==6==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Plowman and Mole
The plowman plowed the land. Mole crawled out of his hole and was surprised: already plowed large field, and the Plowman plows and plows. The Mole decided to see how much land the Man had plowed. The Mole went across the plowed field. He walked until evening, but did not reach the end of the field. Returned to the hole. In the morning I got out of the hole, sat down on the road, waiting for the Plowman with a plow to ask him:
- Why did you plow such a large field and continue to plow more?
The plowman answers:
- I plow not only for myself, but also for people.
Mole was surprised:
Why are you plowing people? Let everyone work for themselves. So I dig a hole for myself, and every Mole digs a hole for himself too.
“But you are moles, we are people,” answered the Plowman and began a new furrow.
==7==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Metal ruble
Tato gave Andreika a metal ruble and said:
- When you return from school, you will go to the store and buy sugar and butter.
Andrey put the ruble in his jacket pocket and forgot about it. At the gym class, he undressed and threw his jacket on the grass.
After the lessons I remembered: I must go to the store. He put his hand in his pocket, but there was no ruble. Andreika was frightened, turned pale and stands, unable to utter a word. Guys ask:
- What's the matter with you, Andrey?
The boy told about his trouble. The comrades knew that Andreika's father was stern and would beat the boy.
“Let's help Andreika,” Tanya said. Who has money, let's go.
Let's collect the ruble!
Each reached into his pocket. Who found ten, who fifteen, who found five kopecks. Stepan alone said:
- You have to save money. He lost himself - let him think what to do. I won't give you a dime.
He turned his back on everyone and went home.
The guys counted the collected money - ninety-nine kopecks. We all went to the store together, bought sugar and butter.
Joyful Andrey returned home.
The next day no one wanted to sit next to Stepan. He was left alone.
Stepan complained to the teacher.
Why doesn't anyone want to sit with me?
“Ask your friends,” the teacher replied.
==8==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Mishin bike
Misha bought a bicycle. And he lives near the school. There is a garden between his parents' house and the school estate, so there is nowhere to go. Misha brought his bike to school like a horse on a bridle.
The boys surrounded Misha. They felt the wheels, pedals, steering wheel, flashlight.
Everyone liked the bike. Everyone envied Misha.
“Well, go for a ride,” Fedya said, and stepped away from the bike, as if he didn’t even want to ride.
Do you think I really want to ride it? Misha asked indifferently. - Take it, try it.
Joyful Fedya took the wheel, got on a bicycle and rode around the school stadium. Ride until the call to the lesson.
Ivan rode at the first break, Stepan at the second, Sergey at the third, Olya at the fourth.
We stayed to ride after school. The bike changed hands. By four o'clock all rolled.
Misha brought the bike home at half past four, like a horse on a bridle.
Where have you been riding so far? Mom was surprised. – Is it possible?
And I didn't ride...
- How - did not ride?
- The boys rode ... And the girls ...
Mom breathed a sigh of relief and said, as if to herself:
- The only thing I was afraid of was that you would ride alone.
==9==
Vasily Sukhomlinsky.
Apple in the autumn garden
In late autumn, little sisters Olya and Nina were walking in the apple orchard. It was a quiet sunny day. Almost all the leaves from the apple trees fell off and quietly rustled underfoot. Only in some places on the trees there were yellowed leaves.
The girls approached a large apple tree. Next to the yellow leaf, they saw a large red apple.
Olya and Nina screamed with joy.
- How was it preserved? Olya was surprised.
“Now we’ll rip it off,” Nina said.
The girls plucked an apple. Olya wanted the apple to go to her, but she restrained herself and suggested:
- Let yours be an apple, Nina.
Nina also wanted the apple to be hers, but Nina also said:
- Let yours be an apple, Olya ...
The apple passed from hand to hand. But it occurred to them both
thought:
Let's give the apple to mom.
They ran to their mother joyful, excited. They gave her an apple.
Joy shone in the mother's eyes.
Mom cut the apple and gave the girls a half.
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Plan - lesson summary on extracurricular reading
in third grade
Subject: V.A. Sukhomlinsky. Tales about mothers.
Tasks
To acquaint students with the tales of the mothers of V.A. Sukhomlinsky; with the life and work of the writer;
To expand students' knowledge of fairy tales, reader's horizons;
To learn to work harmoniously, collectively, in small groups, in pairs;
To develop the skills of expressive reading, imagination, fantasy, speech of students;
Implement an individual and differentiated approach to students with low vision;
To form the ability to consistently express thoughts; idea of the moral beauty of a person;
Raise interest in reading, fairy tales; love for loved ones.
During the classes
Motivation learning activities.
1. Riddles about mom.
Who loves you children more
Who loves you so tenderly
And takes care of you
Without closing your eyes at night?
(Answer: Mom dear)
Who shakes the cradle for you,
Who sings songs to you
Who tells you fairy tales
And gives you toys?
(Answer: Mom is golden)
If, children, you are lazy,
Disobedient, playful,
What happens sometimes -
Who is shedding tears then?
- "That's it, dear."
(Answer: Mom)
2. Creating an emotional background for the lesson.
Listening to the audio recording of the song "Mammoth".
3. Reading a poem "I love my mother» by pre-trained visually impaired students.
^ I love my mother.
Mom brings me
toys, candy,
But I love my mom
Not for that at all.
funny songs
She sings
We are bored together
Never happens.
I open it
All your secrets.
But I love my mom
Not only for this.
I love my mom
I'll tell you straight
Well, just for
That she is my mother!
^ L. Davydova
4. Mini - total.
Who is the most important person in a child's life?
Of course, mom!
II. Presentation of the topic and objectives of the lesson.
1. Creating an emotional state of students. Listening to the audio recording of the song "Visiting a fairy tale."
2. Riddle.
Who is the most beloved in the world?
The kids will tell you right away.
Go around the whole wide world
There is no better "fairy tale" in the world!
3. Conversation.
What are fairy tales?
III. Perception and awareness of new material.
1. The story of Sukhomlinsky teacher.
Born in the family of a village carpenter. After graduating from the school of peasant youth, he entered the Kremenchug Medical College. In 1939 he graduated with honors from Poltava pedagogical institute. Worked as a teacher Ukrainian language and literature in rural schools of the Onufrievsky district of the Kirovograd region. One of the most famous books is “I give my heart to children”. Together with the children he created the "Room of fairy tales". He taught his pupils to love and protect nature, to respect relatives and friends.
2. Conversation.
What did V.A. Sukhomlinsky teach his pupils?
What was the name of the room created with the children?
3. Physical minute for the formation of the correct posture:
I have a straight back
I'm not afraid of slopes:
I turn.
One, two. three. four.
Three. four times. two.
I walk with a proud posture.
I keep my head straight
I'm not in a hurry.
Once. two. three. four,
Three. four, one, two.
I can bow.
And sit down and bend over
Turn back and forth!
Oh, straight back!
Once. two. three. four
Three. four times. two.
IV. Learning new material.
1. Conversation.
- The first tale about the mother of V.A. Sukhomlinsky - “The most affectionate hands". Listen to a fairy tale and tell me who had the most affectionate hands in the world?
2. Reading the fairy tale "The most affectionate hands":
teacher;
Students (buzzing, frontal).
3. Physical minute for the eyes.
To rest your eyes, you can look up, down, right, left without getting up, draw a circle or the first letter of your name with your eyes. It is very good when the exercises are accompanied by a poetic text.
Eyes see everything around
I will circle them.
Eye to see everything is given -
Where is the window, and where is the cinema.
I will circle them
I look at the world around.
Blink quickly, close your eyes and sit quietly, slowly counting to 5. Repeat 4-5 times.
4. Mini-total.
So who had the most affectionate hands in the world?
Of course, mom!
5. Dramatization of the fairy tale "The Seventh Daughter" by students.
The mother had seven daughters. One day a mother went to visit her son, who lived far away. She returned home only a week later. When the mother entered the hut, the daughters, one after the other, began to say how much they missed their mother.
I missed you like a butterfly misses a sunny meadow, said the first daughter.
I was waiting for you, like dry land waiting for a drop of water, - said the second.
I cried for you, like a little bird crying for a bird, - said the third.
It was hard for me without you, like a bee without a flower, - the fourth one chirped.
I dreamed of you, as a rose dreams of a dew drop, - said the fifth.
I was looking out for you as a nightingale looks out for a cherry orchard,” said the sixth.
And the seventh daughter said nothing. She took off her mother's shoes and brought her water in a basin to wash her feet.
Student responses.
V. Generalization and systematization of knowledge.
1. Reading the tale "Offensive word" by the teacher.
One day the Son got angry and rashly said an insulting, rude word to his mother. Mom cried. The son came to his senses, he felt sorry for his mother. He does not sleep at night - his conscience torments him: after all, he offended his mother.
Years passed. Son - a schoolboy has become an adult. The time has come for him to go to a distant land. The son of his mother bowed low to the ground and said:
Forgive me, mother, for the offensive word.
I'm sorry, - said my mother and sighed.
Forget, mom, that I said an offensive word to you.
The mother thought, slightly saddened. There were tears in her eyes. She says to her son:
I want to forget, son, but I can't. The wound from the thorn heals and there is no trace left. And the wound from the word heals, but the trace remains deep
2. Conversation.
Why is this story called that way?
How should parents be treated?
What would you like to change in your behavior from now on.
King Solomon put together a lot of valuable advice for us, here is one of them: “Listen to the father that gave birth to you, do not offend your mother when she is old ...”
Children who treat their parents with love and respect will surely expect such attention from their own children.
3. Testing.
1) What word once said the Son of the Mother:
a) good;
b) offensive.
2) How did Mother react to this word?
a) cried
b) happy.
3) Did the Son realize his mistake?
4) What leaves a deep mark on the heart?
a) from a thorn;
b) from the word.
4. Conversation.
What should a person be like so that his mother's love helps him in life?
Student responses.
5. Creative work in pairs "Collect proverbs about mom."
There is no sweeter friend than a mother.
A person has one mother, and the mother's baby.
When the sun is warm, when the mother is good.
The bird is glad of spring, he has one and his homeland.
Visually impaired children read text in larger print.
6. "Photos of our mothers" - an exhibition of photographs.
7. Associative bush. Characteristics of mothers.
Describe your mothers.
Mom: sensitive, kind, affectionate, beautiful, gentle, beloved.
VI. Summary of the lesson.
1. Creation of the composition "Mother's Heart".
Children, on previously prepared paper hearts, write wishes to their mothers, after which a general composition is created on the board.
2. What did our lesson teach you? What was the conclusion?
Student responses.
VII. Homework.
- Listen to the beginning of Sukhomlinsky's fairy tale "The Gray Hair". At home, you need to come up with your own ending to the fairy tale.
Little Misha saw three gray hairs in his mother's braid.
Mom, there are three gray hairs in your braid, - said Misha.
Mom smiled and said nothing. A few days later, Misha saw four gray hairs in his mother's braid.
Mom, - Misha said in surprise, - there are four gray hairs in your braid, but there were three ... Why did one more hair turn gray?
From pain, - answered mother. - When the heart hurts, then the hair turns gray ...
What made your heart hurt?
Remember, you climbed a tall, tall tree? I looked out the window, saw you on a thin branch. My heart ached and my hair turned gray.
Misha sat thoughtful and silent for a long time. Then he went up to his mother, hugged her and quietly asked:
Mom, when I sit on a thick branch, will a hair turn gray?
