Class hour for elementary school “What do we call Motherland? What do we call motherland? The house we live in! class hour (Grade 3) on the topic What are we home to

“What do we call Motherland?

The house we live in"

(Class hour for students of the early aesthetic development class)

COMPILER: L.G. Anashchenko,

Theoretical teacher

Municipal educational

Additional

Children's education

"Children's School of Arts"

City district ZATO Svetly

2009

ZATO Light

Saratov region

What do we call motherland? The house we live in!

Dear Guys! You were born in a country called Russia! You are Russians! Russia is a huge country! It spread freely from the snows and ices of the Far North to the southern seas. We have high mountains, full-flowing rivers, deep lakes, dense forests and endless steppes. There are also small rivers, bright birch groves, sunny meadows, ravines, swamps and fields. Russia is located immediately in Europe and Asia.

Questions:

What country were you born in?

Which country are you a citizen of?

Do you know the capital of Russia?

What military town do you live in?

We are proud of our great Motherland, its nature, its hardworking and talented people. But each of us has our own Little Motherland - that corner of the earth where you were born, where you spent your childhood, where your parents and friends live, where your home is located. For some, a small homeland is a small village or village, for others it is a city street and a cozy green courtyard with a swing, a sandbox and a wooden slide.

In a word, everyone has their own small Motherland!

Small Motherland.

Small Motherland -

An island of earth.

Currant under the window

The cherries have blossomed.

curly apple tree,

And under it is a bench -

Affectionate little

My motherland!

I think I will not be mistaken if I say that many of you have your favorite green meadow near the house or by the lake. Here, under the supervision of your mother or grandmother, you play with friends, admire the first spring flowers, watch the leisurely flight of an important bumblebee or motley butterfly.

When you become adults, the memory will surely return you to serene days, to the sunny meadow of your childhood.

Field of childhood.

Glade of childhood! How far are you...

Only in my memory you remained:

With a winding overgrown river,

With a weeping willow that bent over her.

With a high silky spikelet

With the innocent look of a white daisy,

With a cozy house-tower of a snail.

We all have a glade of childhood.

On it, carefree crumbs frolic,

Joy hovers over her, laughter flows.

It has bright sources of our life!

Questions:

Tell us about your "meadow of childhood."

What flowers grow on it?

What trees and bushes surround it?

What games do you play with your friends in this clearing?

Why do you think childhood is called “the morning of life”?

Right! Because Morning is the beginning of the day, and childhood is the beginning of life. The child has his whole life ahead of him! With its discoveries and joys, difficulties and worries. Childhood is the most carefree and happiest time of life. Maybe that's why they call it "golden" ?!

"Golden Childhood"

Why do we call

Our childhood golden?

Because we are playing

We have fun and play pranks.

Because it surrounds

We care about the family,

Because they love

Us relatives and friends!

Questions:

Why is childhood called the "golden time of life"?

Tell us about the most interesting and memorable events of your childhood.

What poems, songs, stories about childhood do you know?

Working with pictures:

from the series “Conversations from pictures” by L.B. Fesyukova. (A set of visual aids - X. Publishing house "Ranok", 2007)

Picture #1

How are the children dressed? What are they holding in their hands?

Who do you think the guys are celebrating so solemnly?

And on what river does the city of Saratov stand?

Have you seen this river? What is she?

What do you think, is there anything in common between the words "parents" and "Motherland"?

What do you especially like in our town?

Fizminutka: (children show all movements with their hands)

"There is a lump on the stump

What is a small animal?

He opens the thorns

Yawns very wide

Washes the muzzle

And ruffles the bangs!

Picture #2

How are the children in the picture similar and how are they different?

How do children play? What?

Can black skin color or an unusual name interfere with the friendship of children?

What can a girl treat them goodbye to?

Exercise: "Let's save everything beautiful on the planet"

Children tell what they would save on our planet Earth.

Fresh air

Transparent rivers

Blooming meadows

eared meadows

ancient forests

Birds and animals

Springs and lakes

Today we have a very important meeting with you, dear guys! We will have to discuss and accept with you"Real Citizen Rules" which will not

Annoy people;

Offend the house and the city;

Jump and jump in the apartment;

Open the door with your foot

Play with buttons in the elevator;

And draw on the walls;

Throw rubbish on the street;

Follow traffic rules.

Journey - game: "Around the world" (Exercise on the world map)

Sliding a stool against the wall

Climb onto her,

To the map of the world in colorful cells

I'm showing interest.

I'll walk through Antarctica

I will conquer the South Pole.

What for? - ask me.

I'll feed the penguins!

Goodbye, miracle - countries,

Burma, India, goodbye!

african savanna,

Meet me now!

Atlantic waters

I watch with a little breath

Past the Statue of Liberty

I'm coming to the USA soon.

Along the way, by the way

A park called Disneyland.

I really want to stay

In the world of fairy tales and legends.

N.Grigorieva.

Creative task: "What are you proud of?"

Draw what you are proud of in your town? Tell me, where would you like to go on vacation? Why?

Let's all sing together previously learned song:"Wider Circle"

"The sun and spring are friends,

The stars and the moon are friends,

Ships are friends in the sea,

Children of the whole Earth are friends ... "

Lesson Objectives:

to acquaint children with literary works that bring up love for the Motherland;
to form the initial concept of patriotism (as love for the Motherland based on examples of literary works).
formation of moral consciousness;
development of moral experiences and feelings;
formation of moral behavior.

Lesson objectives:

to teach children to identify, analyze and evaluate behavior in terms of standards and samples presented in the literature;
develop the ability to feel and understand the other;
to cultivate love for the Motherland from the point of view of love for universal values;
to form a love for the book as a source of knowledge.

Lesson topic:

Oh, holy motherland,
What heart does not tremble
blessing you?

V. Zhukovsky.

The “Song about Russia” sounds, against the background of which the children enter the classroom and stand at their seats.

My Russia has long pigtails
My Russia has light eyelashes.
My Russia has blue eyes
You look like Russia to me very much.

Chorus:
The sun is shining, the winds are blowing
Downpours pour over Russia.
Colored rainbow in the sky
There is no more beautiful land!

The teacher announces the topic of the lesson. The children take their seats.

The student sings a poem:

Z. Aleksandrova "Motherland".

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

By the river birch - shy,
And chamomile hillock ...
And others will probably remember
Your native Moscow courtyard.

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

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

The teacher asks the children a question: what is the name of our Motherland.

Indeed, this is our great power, whose name is “Russia”.

V. Stepanov “What do we call Motherland?”.

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

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

What do we call motherland?
Everything that we keep in our hearts.
And under blue sky
Russian flag over the Kremlin!
"Flag of Russia".
White color - birch,
Blue is the color of the sky
Red stripe -
Sunny dawn.

Teacher. Indeed, the choice of colors is not accidental. It reflected the centuries-old ideas of people about the world around them. They remind us who we are, where and how long ago we came into this world, how many people and generations lived on our land before us.

The colors of the Russian flag speak of our long and glorious history.

(The teacher shows the encyclopedia "History of the Russian State").

The student reads the poem:

V. Semernin “The motherland is called…”

There is such a miracle:
The edge, forever beloved,
Over the river under the maple
Father's home dear ...
Seeing this miracle
The heart beats hot
It's a miracle in life
motherland
It's called!
There is a word
There is none more expensive:
In it are fields and mountains,
It has gardens and groves.
Remembering this word
The heart beats sweetly
In life this word
motherland
It's called!

The teacher asks the question: what does it mean for us - the father's house, the small Motherland?

That's right, children, the city of Snezhinsk.

This city is located in the Urals.

A poem by V.V. Stepanov sounds:

Ural mountains
On stone slabs
They lead us
To the land of malachite.

Working with books.

The teacher introduces books

- Stanislav Romanovsky "Motherland".

– Rifkat Gadelshin “I was born in your Ural Land”. (the author reads this work).

The teacher informs the children that poets live and work in the city of Snezhinsk, who sing of the beauty of their native city.

The lesson continues with reading other works about the Motherland.

M. Matusovsky “Where does the Motherland begin?”

Where does the Motherland begin?
From the picture in your primer
With good and faithful comrades,
Living in a neighboring yard.

Or maybe it starts
From the song that our mother sang to us,
Since in any trials
No one can take away from us.

Where does the Motherland begin?
From the treasured bench at the gate,
From the very birch that is in the field,
Leaning under the wind, it grows.

Or maybe it starts
From the spring singing of the starling.
And from this country road,
To which there is no end in sight.

Where does the Motherland begin?
From windows burning in the distance.
From my father's old Budyonovka,
That somewhere in the closet we found.

Or maybe it starts
From the sound of wagon wheels.
And the vows that in youth
You brought it to her in your heart.

M. Plyatskovsky “Motherland”

Do you hear the song of the stream?
This is your homeland.
Do you hear the nightingale's voice?
This is your homeland.

Your mother's hands
The sound of rain and the sound of branches,
And currants in the forest -
This is also the motherland!

Work with proverbs.

To live is to serve the motherland.
For your Motherland, do not spare either strength or life.
Beloved homeland - dear mother.
Motherland is a mother, know how to stand up for her.

Game: We think about the Motherland.

The teacher asks, and the children answer, in what situations a person loves his homeland, and in what situations he does not:

a man returned from the forest with a bouquet of lilies of the valley;
a man plants trees near his house;
a man writes bad words on the walls;
a man drove close to the lake in his car;
a person throws garbage into a ditch, near the house, through the window;
after a rest on the lake, in the forest, a person buried garbage or took it home in a bag to throw it in the right place;
a person speaks obscenely;
a man gives way to an elderly woman in public transport;
a man loves his mother and always obeys her;

Here the teacher asks the question - Why do we say that if a person loves his mother, then he loves his homeland? (suggested answer - love for the motherland begins with love for one's mother).

Reading the fairy tale "Seven Daughters".

Questions and tasks for the fairy tale.

How was the seventh daughter different from her sisters?
What do you think: what is more difficult - to speak beautifully or to act beautifully?

Teacher. To act beautifully means to find the meaning of life.

“The best pleasure, the highest joy of life is to feel needed and loved by people” - M. Gorky.

Reading the story by the children of V. Oseeva “Just an old woman”.

Questions and tasks for the text:

did the boy do the right thing?
how would you act in such a situation?
Is it possible to say that doing the right thing in childhood, you will also do the right thing in adulthood?

The teacher confirms the idea of the text that the right actions speak of the high morality of a person who loves his homeland.

Work with books dedicated to the Motherland (work with the exhibition).

The teacher ends the open lesson with words from the poetic work of V. Zhukovsky:

dear light of the native sky,
familiar streams,
Golden games of the first years
And the first years lessons
What will replace your beauty?
Oh holy motherland
What heart does not tremble
blessing you?

FROMfamily is what we share for everyone,

A little bit of everything: both tears and laughter,

Rise and fall, joy, sadness,

Friendship and quarrels, silence seal.

Family is what is always with you.

Let seconds rush, weeks, years,

But the walls are dear, your father's house -

The heart will forever remain in it!

The concept of "country" for children of the younger group is as difficult as the concepts of "city", "village". Therefore, kids join the life of their country during the holidays, any social events. Work on this topic is closely connected with getting to know your family, with your native village. The first weeks of November in the structural subdivision "Solnyshko" were devoted to the theme "Me and my family. The house we live in." In the 2nd junior group "Ladushki" these weeks were interesting and eventful. The kids enjoyed talking about the people closest to them. Such conversations awakened in children the most tender and kind feelings, care for family members. During the week, the guys got acquainted with speech therapy exercises, finger games, nursery rhymes, songs on the theme “My family”. The children were happy to do "Family Exercise". The children got acquainted with the stories: L. Kvitko "Grandmother's hands", A. Yakovleva "Mother", L. Tolstoy "Old grandfather and granddaughters".

They didn’t forget to prepare surprises for their loved ones: they grew a turnip (“Turnip” application), built a large castle (“We will build a big house, we will live together in it”), revived butterflies (“Warm palms” application).

Parents were not left out. With great pleasure, they responded to the call to participate in the publication of photo newspapers, crafts and drawings on the theme "My friendly family". Here one could see the family tree, photo newspapers “How we spend our weekends”, and drawings “What we do in our free time”.

The children learned a lot of interesting things about each family. The children were happy to talk about their mothers, fathers, brothers, sisters, grandparents. Despite their age, the children were able to use their pictures and newspapers to tell how they spend the weekend in an interesting way. From the emotional stories of the kids, it was immediately clear that the children took an active part in the development of photo newspapers and drawings.

The whole week passed in an atmosphere of creativity, interest, cognitive activity. The final event was the creative exhibition "My Friendly Family".

BUT reporter: Korytova Antonida Anatolyevna, educator of the structural unit "Solnyshko" of the MAU of the Berdyugsky district, Kindergarten "Malyshok", village Berdyuzhye

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Kremlin stars

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

There is no better homeland

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

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

(P. Voronko)

Motherland

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

(G. Ladonshchikov)

native nest

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

Motherland

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

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

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

Motherland

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

Our Motherland

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

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

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

Good morning!

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

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

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

Hello my motherland

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

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

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

(V. Orlov)

Key words

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

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

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

Native berth

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

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

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

(V. Orlov)

Our region

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

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

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

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

(A. Alien)

What do we call motherland

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

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

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

vast country

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

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

What is our Motherland!

An apple tree blooms over a quiet river.

Gardens, thinking, stand.

What a beautiful motherland

She herself is like a marvelous garden!

The river plays with rifts,

In it the fish is all made of silver,

What a rich motherland

The wave runs slowly

The expanse of fields caresses the eye.

What a happy motherland

And this happiness is everything for us!

(V. Bokov)

Motherland

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

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Russia

Here the warm field is filled with rye,

Here the dawns splash in the palms of the meadows.

Here golden-winged angels of God

Beams of light descended from the clouds.

And the earth was watered with holy water,

And the blue expanse was overshadowed with a cross.

And we have no homeland, except for Russia –

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

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

Picture

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

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

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

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

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

native song

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

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

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

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

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

(P. Sinyavsky ■ )

native land

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

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

(M. Pozharova)

Motherland

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

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

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

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

(Z. Aleksandrova)

Above native land

Airplanes are flying

over our fields...

And I shout to the pilots:

"Take me with you!

So that over native land

I shot like an arrow

saw rivers, mountains,

Valleys and lakes

and swell on the Black Sea,

and boats in the open

plains in riotous color

and all the children in the world!

(R. Bosilek)

Rain, rain, where have you been?

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(K. Avdeenko ■ )

Ride across the seas-oceans

Ride across the seas, oceans,

It is necessary to fly over the whole earth:

There are different countries in the world

But one like ours is not to be found.

Deep are our bright waters,

The land is wide and free,

And the factories rumble without ceasing,

And the fields are noisy, blooming ...

(M. Isakovsky)

native country

In a wide area

predawn time

Scarlet dawns rose

over the native country.

Every year it gets better

Dear edges...

Better than our motherland

Not in the world, friends!

(A. Prokofiev)

Hello, my native land,

With your dark forests

With your great river

And boundless fields!

Hello, dear people,

Hero of labor tireless,

In the middle of winter and in the summer heat!

Hello, my native land!

(S. Drozhzhin)

Crane

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

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

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

Song of Glory

Hail, great
multilingual
Fraternal Russian
Peoples family.

Stay surrounded
Armed
ancient stronghold
The gray Kremlin!

hello darling,
unshakable
banner flowing
Mind light!

Glorious grandfathers,
Brave grandchildren
friendly Russian
Peoples family.

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

Russia, Russia, Russia

There is no more beautiful edge in the world

There is no homeland brighter in the world!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

What can be dearer to the heart?

Who was your equal?

Anyone has been defeated!

Russia, Russia, Russia, –

We are in sorrow and happiness – with you!

Russia! Like a blue bird

We protect and honor you

And if they violate the border,

We will protect you with our breasts!

And if we were suddenly asked:

"And what is the country dear to you?"

– Yes, because for all of us Russia,

Like a mother, – one!

(V. Gudimov)

The best in the world

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

Russian house

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

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

(A. Usachev)

Municipal educational institution secondary school No. 8 of the city of Norilsk

“What do we call Motherland?

The house we live in"

(Class hour for elementary school students)

Primary school teacher Demenskaya Lidia Alekseevna

2015

“What do we call Motherland? The house we live in!

Questions:

What country were you born in?

Which country are you a citizen of?

Do you know the capital of Russia?

What city do you live in?

And nothing on earth can be closer, sweeter than a small homeland. Each person has his own small homeland.

My small motherland

MY – because here is my family, my friends, my house, my street, my school…

SMALL – because it is a small part of my vast country.

MOTHERLAND - because people close to my heart live here.

Small Motherland.

Small Motherland -

An island of earth.

Currant under the window

The cherries have blossomed.

curly apple tree,

And under it is a bench -

Affectionate little

My motherland!

Small Motherland

And in the native land and birches are different,
And fragrant lilacs, greener than poplars.
Many places on earth, only in our Russia,
Everyone can find a corner according to their heart.

Maybe somewhere, in the forest, in an open field, maybe
Maybe by the ocean, on a wild rock,
A person will lay the foundation of his life ...
And he will build his own house, the best house on earth.

And he will bring his wife into the house, without a mistress it is empty,
And the child will be born, as expected, on time ...
In their great homeland, with the name Rus,
He will call the small Motherland, that corner.

And wherever he was thrown by fate,
And no matter what roads were passed after,
The man will know behind his back,
There is always a strong rear - his small homeland.

( Nikolay Turchenkov)

Field of childhood.

Glade of childhood! How far are you...

Only in my memory you remained:

With a winding overgrown river,

With a weeping willow that bent over her.

With a high silky spikelet

With the innocent look of a white daisy,

With a cozy house-tower of a snail.

We all have a glade of childhood.

On it, carefree crumbs frolic,

Joy hovers over her, laughter flows.

It has bright sources of our life!

Questions:

Tell us about your "meadow of childhood."

What flowers grow on it?

What trees and bushes surround it?

What games do you play with your friends in this clearing?

Why do you think childhood is called “the morning of life”?

"Golden Childhood"

Why do we call

Our childhood golden?

Because we are playing

We have fun and play pranks.

Because it surrounds

We care about the family,

Because they love

Us relatives and friends!

Questions:

Why is childhood called the "golden time of life"?

Tell us about the most interesting and memorable events of your childhood.

What poems, songs, stories about childhood do you know?

What do you think, is there something in common between the words "parents" and "Motherland"?

What do you especially like in our city?

Fizminutka:(children show all movements with their hands)

"There is a lump on the stump

What is a small animal?

He opens the thorns

Yawns very wide

Washes the muzzle

And ruffles the bangs!

Outcome:

What is RODINA for a person? What he considers his homeland: the country in which he lives; the house where he was born; a tree at the native threshold; the place where his ancestors lived? Probably, all this is the motherland, that is, the native place.

Motherland begins with the fact that you suddenly understand: Russia will not live without you, and you will not live without it. You need her, and she needs you - that's the whole secret. And no other country can replace it, because Russia is your own, and all the rest are a foreign land, even the most beautiful one. Homeland is where you are always expected, understood and loved.

The word "Motherland" comes from the ancient word "Rod", which refers to a group of people united by blood relationship.

PARENTS are the father and mother to whom children are born.

RELATIVE - a relative, a member of the genus.

RELATIVES - relatives.

PEDIGREE - a list of generations of the same genus. People are proud of their pedigree, study it

MOTHERLAND is both the Fatherland, the country, and the place of birth of a person.

PEOPLE - a nation, the inhabitants of a country.

Almost every word is dear and close to our hearts and marks the beginning of all life on earth: family, fatherland, stream, sea. My family, my home, a small homeland begins with this.

A person is born to live, and the main place in his life is occupied by family, work, service to the Fatherland. Your own mother, the house where you were born and raised, childhood friends, favorite books and games, nature - such simple, warm, human values become the basis of true love for the Motherland. They belong to each of us, it is impossible to take them away under any circumstances, because they are stored in the very heart.

About how carefully the Russian people have always treated their Motherland, it is said in the proverbs: Motherland is a mother, know how to stand up for her. To live is to serve the motherland. A man without a homeland is like a nightingale without a song. Where someone is born, there he came in handy.

Life scatters people in many corners of the Earth.

But, wherever we are, your native land will always be for us that bright light that will call us to our native land with its bright light.

Any self-respecting person, any citizen of Russia should know the history of his country and his kind.

Be proud of the people who glorify your country.

Be proud that you are a citizen of the great multinational Russia!

Exercise: "Let's save everything beautiful on the planet"

Children tell what they would save on our planet Earth.

Fresh air

Transparent rivers

Blooming meadows

eared meadows

ancient forests