Reading lesson summary

Topic: M. A. Rodina "Mother's hands"

1st class of educational complex "School of Russia"

Teacher: I.L.Davudova

Goals:

to acquaint children with the poem by MA Rodin "Mother's hands";

teach to characterize the main characters;

fostering a respectful attitude towards mom.

Equipment:

Textbook "Speech therapy primer" N. Krylov, I. Pisarev, N. Ipatov. Publisher "ART-PRESS" M., 2011.

Audio recording of M. Rodin's poem "Mother's hands"

Didactic material.

During the classes

I. Org. .moment.

The bell rang. The lesson began. Are you ready, children? Chorus: Yes! It's time for us to study!

What is our lesson? (Reading)

What tasks do we set for the lesson? (Learn to read accurately and expressively, answer questions)

II. Articulation charging.

1. "Repeat after Smeshariki" (illustrations on the board) 2. Exercises for the tongue (horse, tube, jam) 3. Schulte table (reading consonants as you exhale) 4. - What letter did you meet in the previous reading lesson? over the pairing of words with a dividing sign (repeat after the teacher):drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-drive-out-drive-out-drive-out

5.Spy slip:We drove off, drove around and arrived home.

III. Acquaintance with the topic and tasks for the lesson. -The name of the work with which we will work, you will find out by reading only block letters.

M A M I l u N S w t RU x f e TO AND (On the desk)

MOM'S HANDS

DI RO NA (on the board)

Maria Alexandrovna Rodina

Today we will get acquainted with the workM. A. Rodina "Mother's hands " (On the desk)

Tasks for the lesson:

to get acquainted with the poem by MA Rodin "Mother's hands";

practice the skills of error-free, expressive reading;

reinforce the ability to answer questions, build a sentence correctly;

cultivate a respectful attitude towards mom.

IV. Work on the topic of the lesson.

Primary perception of the text Audio recordingpoem by M. A. Rodin "Mother's hands"

Testing the primary perception of the text

Did you like the poem? - From whose words was the poem written? (Child) - About whom in question in this work? (about mom) - What is described in the poem? (mother's hands) - How does a child see mother's hands? (ordinary) - How do the people around see the hands of the mother? (golden, not simple, labor) - Why are mother's hands called that?

Vocabulary work : -What words were not clear to you? - What does the phrase meanfactory people?

Correct reading work: You have been given sheets of text, on which we will work. The words on the back are difficult to read. Let's read them together in chorus:

vn-ma-tel-but-I-look-close-the-water-sky

Whirring Reading (person on the sheet)

Read a poem to yourself.

Charger for the eyes. Dynamization. Stand up and find with your eyes where the colored dots are located (the teacher names the color, the children find the colored dots on the walls, on the ceiling, etc.)

Working with the textbook: page 115

Working with illustration . -See picture on page 115. Who do you see? Who do you think will be discussed in this poem?

Reading chain out loud in 2 lines.

Comparison of texts:

Are there any similarities and differences in these works? (there are no 2 columns in the tutorial)

* The author of the textbook allowed himself to shorten the text by removing one of the columns. Most likely, he wanted to draw your attention to the hands of mothers from the position of not child, and adults... -What are your mother's hands called?(skillful fingers)

-How do you understand this expression?

The interpretation of the expression :

Golden hands - this is how they say about a skilled craftsman, a person who is dexterous in any business. In this expression, the word "hands" means "skill, skill". And all skill is highly valued by people, which is why hands are compared to gold.

Fizminutka

Expressive reading of a poem (in chorus ) .

When reading a poem, follow intonation to highlight words that say what kind of hands mom has. Let's read an expressive poem in chorus.

Conclusion : - Why did the author present this poem to our attention? -What does it teach? (idea of ​​the piece)

V. Knowledge update .

p. 114 - Look at the illustration. - What do you see? - On what holidays can you also congratulate your mothers and grandmothers?(Mother's Day, 8 March, Birthday)

Read the lines on page 114. (selective reading)

What kind good words would you like to tell about your mom?

(Children approach the exhibition of drawings "My mother". Point to the portrait of mother and say kind words about her)

Vi. Lesson summary: - Did you enjoy the lesson? - What new have you learned in this lesson? - What work helped you draw new conclusions and who is its author?

Vii. Reflection.

In my opinion, you tried very hard! Well done! - Now evaluate your work yourself with signal cards.

carefullyby-look-by-close-by-water-ski-e kind-of-it labor-to-you

GOLDEN HANDS LABOR HANDS NOT EASY HANDS

M A M I ​​N Y R U K I

Poems about mom for younger students

Mom - gifts
I am beloved mom
I will give gifts:
I will embroider her a handkerchief.
How alive, a flower!
I will clean the apartment cleanly -
And there will be no dust anywhere.
Delicious bake cake
With apple jam ...
Only mom is on the doorstep -
Here and congratulations!
You are my mummy
I congratulate you:
Happy this holiday,
Happy spring,
With the first flowers
And with a good daughter.
Mother's day
Here is a snowdrop in a clearing
Although it has not bloomed.

***
I paint on the pavement
Multi-colored crayons
In a snow-white delicate dress
Mom with blue flowers
I'll write below "Mom"
Even if it is uneven, even crooked,
For her, for herself,
The sweetest and most beautiful.
Women must be respected
Light-winged airplane
From paper to a craftsman.

I'll give it to Ninka.
Pull the braid, push.
And I won't let others
To offend Ninka on a holiday.
It happens once a year
So you can be patient.
All the same, a little respect
It is necessary to have to women!
I’ll give my mom
Soon the Day of March 8,
It's only three days before him.
But a gift for mommy
Until now, I have not chosen.
I'll give her a ball
Or maybe a dump truck ...
I'm in the toy department
I have chosen them for a long time.
I'll take my mom to the counter
I will hug you tightly
And I whisper in her ear:
"Congratulations and love!"
And I also whisper to my mother:
I have been waiting for this day for a long time
And a gift in the store
I chose with love.
Mom will buy those toys
And with a smile he will tell me:
"For attention and affection
I am doubly more pleasant! "
I'm already big
I turned seven years old
I'm already big.
From the last of my strength
I help my mom.
There is no time to play with dolls
Here I am learning to crochet.
One loop and two loop,
I'm trying very hard.
I sweep the floor in the apartment,
I wipe the dust with a rag.
I follow the order,
I'm sitting with my little brother.
Nothing, I can do anything.
Soon I will replace my mother!
Mom's holiday
Happy spring holiday
Knocked on the door to us
Happy to congratulate
We are our beloved mothers.
And today we are for mom
Let's compose poems, sing
And we'll cook dinner ourselves
With our daddy alone.
We will paint a picture
On which the whole family;
We will slightly tint, we will extinguish,
Without concealing good thoughts.
We will give mom happiness
So that she lives better than everyone else,
So that laughter sounds more often.
So that you don't know fatigue
So that to spite everyone,
Smiling, she told us:
"How lucky I am with you!"
Word to mom
Such a warm, living word -
There is nothing dearer and dearer.



Mom
I will plant a sprout in a pot,
I'll put it on the window.
Hurry, sprout,
Open the flower -
I really need him.
The winds will rush outside the window
With a snowy winter
But it will be higher every day
Grow my flower.
When on the calendar
The time will come for spring
I will give the eighth of March
I give my mother my flower!
Mum
Our mom is at work
Elder brother at work.
"How much care you have!"
The neighbors tell me.
I decided to get down to business,
If mom is not at home!
Gotta try
Make us lunch.
I will wash the dishes
And I will put things in order.
All notebooks, all toys
I'll put it back in place.
Not a boy - just a treasure!
This house has a master
Though small in height. "
***
Skillful fingers

They say my mother has golden hands.




***
Moms love to eat jam
Sitting in the dark in the kitchen
Sing while dancing on Sunday
If nobody sees them.
Moms love to measure puddles
Finding them in hot summer
Forgetting the keys to the door
And then hang around somewhere.
Moms love to sleep on Saturday
And sculpt elephants out of the snow
And skip work
And run without a hat in winter.
Moms love to nibble on candy
And ride the tram
But they are silent about it ...
Why?
Nobody knows...
Mum
Mom, mom is a cute girly





Children will dream for a long time.



***
Today is spring day
Let's join us
Thank you grandmothers,
Thanks to moms.
For troubles, for affection,
For songs, for fairy tales,
For delicious cheesecakes,
For new toys.
***
Mom's love
Mom - seven days a week
And cares, cherishes,
And doves his children.
The moon only shines at night
Mom - loves all year round.
Loves dearly, very hard.
And love does not get tired!
Mom - gifts
I am beloved mom
I will give gifts:
I will embroider her a handkerchief.
How alive, a flower!
I will clean the apartment cleanly -
And there will be no dust anywhere.
Delicious bake cake
With apple jam ...
Only mom is on the doorstep -
Here and congratulations!
You are my mummy
I congratulate you:
Happy this holiday,
Happy spring,
With the first flowers
And with a good daughter.
Mother's day
Here is a snowdrop in a clearing
I found it. I'll take the snowdrop to mom
Although it has not bloomed.
And my mother hugged me so tenderly with a flower,
That my snowdrop opened up from her warmth.
***
I paint on the pavement
Multi-colored crayons
In a snow-white delicate dress
Mom with blue flowers
I'll write below "Mom"
Even if it is uneven, even crooked,
For her, for herself,
The sweetest and most beautiful.
Women must be respected
Light-winged airplane
From paper to a craftsman.
And, probably, on a women's holiday
I'll give it to Ninka.
On this day I will not tease
Pull the braid, push.
And I won't let others
To offend Ninka on a holiday.
It happens once a year
So you can be patient.
All the same, a little respect
It is necessary to have to women!
I’ll give my mom
Soon the Day of March 8,
It's only three days before him.
But a gift for mommy
Until now, I have not chosen.
I'll give her a ball
Or maybe a dump truck ...
I'm in the toy department
I have chosen them for a long time.
I'll take my mom to the counter
I will hug you tightly
And I whisper in her ear:
"Congratulations and love!"
And I also whisper to my mother:
I have been waiting for this day for a long time
And a gift in the store
I chose with love.
Mom will buy those toys
And with a smile he will tell me:
"For attention and affection
I am doubly more pleasant! "
I'm already big
I turned seven years old
I'm already big.
From the last of my strength
I help my mom.
There is no time to play with dolls
Here I am learning to crochet.
One loop and two loop,
I'm trying very hard.
I sweep the floor in the apartment,
I wipe the dust with a rag.
I follow the order,
I'm sitting with my little brother.
Nothing, I can do anything.
Soon I will replace my mother!
Mom's holiday
Happy spring holiday
Knocked on the door to us
Happy to congratulate
We are our beloved mothers.
And today we are for mom
Let's compose poems, sing
And we'll cook dinner ourselves
With our daddy alone.
We will paint a picture
On which the whole family;
We will slightly tint, we will extinguish,
Without concealing good thoughts.
We will give mom happiness
So that she lives better than everyone else,
WITH women's day congratulations to her,
So that laughter sounds more often.
So that you don't know fatigue
So that to spite everyone,
Smiling, she told us:
"How lucky I am with you!"
Word to mom
Such a warm, living word -
There is nothing dearer and dearer.
Always ready to protect us in everything,
It is the basis of our whole life!
Just say: "Mom" - and it stung in my heart,
The huge world was filled with warmth.
The door has opened to hope and love,
After all, MOM is all that we live with!
Mom
I will plant a sprout in a pot,
I'll put it on the window.
Hurry, sprout,
Open the flower -
I really need him.
The winds will rush outside the window
With a snowy winter
But it will be higher every day
Grow my flower.
When on the calendar
The time will come for spring
I will give the eighth of March
I give my mother my flower!
Mum
Our mom is at work
Elder brother at work.
"How much care you have!"
The neighbors tell me.
I decided to get down to business,
If mom is not at home!
Gotta try
Make us lunch.
I will wash the dishes
And I will put things in order.
All notebooks, all toys
I'll put it back in place.
Mom and brother will say: “We know
Not a boy - just a treasure!
This house has a master
Though small in height. "
***
Skillful fingers
They say that mom's hands are not simple:
They say my mother has golden hands.
I look closely, bring it closer,
I touch and iron - I don't see gold.
Why are our factory people
They say - mom has golden hands?
I will not argue: they know better -
After all, they work with my mother.
***
Moms love to eat jam
Sitting in the dark in the kitchen
Sing while dancing on Sunday
If nobody sees them.
Moms love to measure puddles
Finding them in hot summer
Forgetting the keys to the door
And then hang around somewhere.
Moms love to sleep on Saturday
And sculpt elephants out of the snow
And skip work
And run without a hat in winter.
Moms love to nibble on candy
And ride the tram
But they are silent about it ...
Why?
Nobody knows...
Mum
Mom, mom is a cute girly
With a silky, long braid.
Mom, mom is an old grandmother,
A kind angel, complex and simple.
Blue eyes with magic caress
Stroking grandchildren sleeping at dawn.
And your love is a beautiful fairy tale
Children will dream for a long time.
I will weave a wreath of all flowers
For my only one, dear.
I weave a pattern from warm words
May it always circle above you.
***
Today is spring day
Let's join us
Thank you grandmothers,
Thanks to moms.
For troubles, for affection,
For songs, for fairy tales,
For delicious cheesecakes,
For new toys.
***
Mom's love
The sun only warms us during the day
Mom - seven days a week
And cares, cherishes,
And doves his children.
The moon only shines at night
Mom - loves all year round.
Loves dearly, very hard.
And love does not get tired!

POEMS ABOUT MOTHER

K. Avdeenko

An Important Meeting, or What to Present for Mothers

Everything in the forest is noisy, singing -
Mother's holiday is coming!
Everyone needs to discuss:
Shall we give mothers what?

The monkey dads will say:
- We will buy bananas for mothers!
To cook all year round
Banana compote for us.

Hamster dads will say:
- We will buy hooks for mothers!
To day-day to night
They knitted sweaters for us!

Daddy-bears will say, say:
- Let's buy, we'll buy covers for moms!
Let's buy jars, roots -
Let the mothers cook the jam!

Well, the bunny is at the edge
Rushing into the distance, ears outstretched,
Hey, wait! Where are you going?
- I'm in a hurry to buy flowers!

After all, why give hooks?
Eh, you bears, hamsters!
For moms to rest
So that birds flutter like birds,

Let's love mothers!
We will give them flowers!

So stop thinking a lot!
All for me on the road, the road!
For a gift - the very hour!
Mothers are waiting for us with flowers.

And where to get flowers - we will find!
Let's go to the mothers with them in the forest,
Mothers' holiday - after all, it's a big day ...
We love mothers with all our hearts!

"Mum"

Galina Demykina

Mom's Dresses

Hy straight

Do not count.

Blue is

And there is green

There is nothing

With big flowers -

Each serves

In my mother's way.

This goes away

She's to the factory

In this theater

And he goes to visit,

Sits in this,

Busy with drawings ...

Each serves

In my mother's way.

Thrown carelessly

On the back of the bed

Old, shabby

Mom's robe.

I serve it

Careful to mom,

And why -

Guess yourself:

If he puts on

Colored robe,

So the whole evening

Will stay with me.

******

"Gifts for Mom"

Z. Orlova

I am beloved mom

I will give gifts:

I will embroider her a handkerchief.

How alive, a flower!

I will clean the apartment cleanly -

And there will be no dust anywhere.

Delicious bake cake

With apple jam ...

Only mom is on the doorstep -

Here and congratulations!

You are my mummy

I congratulate you:

Happy this holiday,

Happy spring,

With the first flowers

And with a good daughter.

*****

"Mother's day"

G. Vieru

Here is a snowdrop in a clearing

I found it. I'll take the snowdrop to mom

Although it has not bloomed.

And my mother hugged me so tenderly with a flower,

That my snowdrop opened up from her warmth.

******

Tatiana Agibalova

I paint on the pavement

Multi-colored crayons

In a snow-white delicate dress

Mom with blue flowers

I'll write below "Mom"

Even if it is uneven, even crooked,

For her, for herself,

The sweetest and most beautiful.

*****

"I’ll give it to Mommy"

E. Arsenina

Soon the Day of March 8,

It's only three days before him.

But a gift for mommy

Until now, I have not chosen.

I'll give her a ball

Or maybe a dump truck ...

I'm in the toy department

I have chosen them for a long time.

I'll take my mom to the counter

I will hug you tightly

And I whisper in her ear:

"Congratulations and love!"

And I also whisper to my mother:

I have been waiting for this day for a long time

And a gift in the store

I chose with love.

Mom will buy those toys

And with a smile he will tell me:

"For attention and affection

I am doubly more pleasant! "

*****

"Mom's holiday"

O. Abikh

Happy spring holiday

Knocked on the door to us

Happy to congratulate

We are our beloved mothers.

And today we are for mom

Let's compose poems, sing

And we'll cook dinner ourselves

With our daddy alone.

We will paint a picture

On which the whole family;

We will slightly tint, we will extinguish,

Without concealing good thoughts.

We will give mom happiness

So that she lives better than everyone else,

Congratulations on women's day,

So that laughter sounds more often.

So that you don't know fatigue

So that to spite everyone,

Smiling, she told us:

"How lucky I am with you!"

*****

"Word to Mom"

T. Lavrova

Such a warm, living word -

There is nothing dearer and dearer.

Always ready to protect us in everything,

It is the basis of our whole life!

Just say: "Mom" - and it stung in my heart,

The huge world was filled with warmth.

The door has opened to hope and love,

After all, MOM is all that we live with!

*****

"Skillful fingers"

They say that mom's hands are not simple:

They say my mother has golden hands.

I look closely, bring it closer,

I touch and iron - I don't see gold.

Why are our factory people

They say - mom has golden hands?

I will not argue: they know better -

After all, they work with my mother.

*****

"There are different mothers"

N. Samoniy

There are different moms

On our planet,

Cubs love them

Children also love:

There are in the world

Mothers are childish;

There are dogs

There are felines ...

But every mom

For a dear son -

Most important,

Honestly!

*****

Your kindness is endless

And care knows no weariness,

Maternal soul beauty

Not subject to adversity and old age.

Let the years go by

And the wrinkles lie stubbornly.

Be healthy You, mom, always

Be happy, dear mom!

*****

"Let's sit in silence"

E. Blaginina

Mom is sleeping, she is tired ...

Well, I didn't play either!

I don’t start a top,

I sat down and sit.

My toys don't make noise

Quiet, the room is empty.

And on my mother's pillow

The ray sneaks golden.

And I said to the beam:

I want to move too!

I would like a lot:

I would sing a song

I could laugh

Yes, I don't really want what I want!

But, mom is asleep, and I am silent.

The beam rushed along the wall

And then he slid over to me.

Nothing, - he whispered as if, -

Let's sit in silence! ..

*****

Mom is a sunny morning.

Mom is the first day of spring.

The day is painted with delicate mother-of-pearl,

If mom is in a good mood.

If there is a mess in the morning in the apartment,

Ringing laughter sounds, then this means

From now on and in the whole world

Summer has come for me and my mother.

If mom gets a little sad

If she frowned a little, I'm tired,

This means - autumn outside the window,

And nature also became sad.

And in the winter on my mother's window

Freeze a wonderful postcard.

We run into a make-believe fairy tale, -

Mom, me and mom's smile.

*****

"We and Mom"

O. Weisbecker

The rain stopped crying

The sun has woken up.

Immediately the day became cheerful

Mom smiled.

Mom and I will go for a walk

Mom loves daughters

And we will weave from flowers

Mommy wreath.

We tried our best

Already tired straight.

You wear our wreath

Dear Mom!

*****

"When I grow up"

O. Weisbecker

When i grow big

I will become the captain

And I will sail the seas

And even the oceans.

I will sail to a distant land

Wonderful African

And wave to the monkeys

Captain's cap.

And if I see a lion

I will not be intimidated at all.

The lion will roar and my ship

As an elephant knows how to trumpet.

When heavy rain will go

From a thick black cloud

I'll call my mom right away

And I will ask for pens!

*****

"My mum"

Go around the whole world

Just know in advance:

You will not find warmer hands

And more tender than mom's.

You will not find eyes in the world

Affectionate and stricter.

Mom to each of us

All people are dearer.

Hundred paths, roads around

Walk around the light:

Mom is the best friend

Better than mom - no!

"Once upon a time there was Tsar Vadim"
1
There lived Tsar Vadim
(The king is not the king - we will see).
He had servants
Before him trembled in fright
Loyal people:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha
And the centenary grandfather Fedot.
And you also need to know the law of Tsar Vadim:
Every royal tale must
Executed as an order-
This time!
Speak sweetly
Gently, affectionately, courteously
Nice words
It's two!
And what Vadim will point out,
Even if he doesn't order
Do not hesitate-give-
That's three!
2
The floor is covered with carpets
And the table is set for dinner.
The Emperor goes to the table.
The people are parting:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,

He puts a spoon in his hands
Grandfather Fedot.
The king raised an angry eyebrow,
The servants fell before him:
- Treat yourself to health,
Our Tsar, Father Vadim!
The king leaned on the table,
He pushed the cup, grimaced:
- I don’t want to eat lunch!
Serve me some candy!
Hastened, hastened
And ran back and forth
Loyal people:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha,
Spice sweets
Grandfather Fedot.
3
Here on a velvet pillow
They give the king toys
Dudki, cubes, balls: -
- Sovereign, accept the gifts!
But the king stamped his feet:
- I do not want! Play it yourself!
And the toys went into action.
And dances and sings
And starts a round dance
There are all the people in the state.
There is fun in the palace
The servants fall down with laughter.
And the king takes a yawn,
Reluctance is having fun.
The king shouted:
- I want to go out!
And by the royal order
The state died down immediately.
We need to fix the service-
Dress the sovereign!
Who is with stockings,
Who with socks-
People scurry in the palace:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha,
Fur vest carries
Grandfather Fedot.
4
Everybody put it on
All managed
Tie and button:
-Signer, happy journey!
The king walks, sniffs angrily,
And behind him is the retinue-
Loyal people:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha,
Doesn't lag behind with a crutch
Grandfather Fedot.
All of a sudden-
Large glass house.
And it is written on it:
"Deli".
The sovereign stopped,
And around him crowded
Loyal people.
Holding my breath, waiting
Grandfather Fedot:
-The Tsar is reading! No, not in vain
We taught the king!
We were exhausted for a whole year!
Bit by bit comprehend
All the wisdom of the primer!
- We yes Ny, yes Ry ... That's it!
Happened: MON-Ort-SAG!
Grandfather Fedot was indignant:
-Tsar is growing ignorant!
We will not shame him!
We'll send you to school today!
5
Here is the school. A call is given.
The first lesson began.
And behind the backs of the guys
Adult people are sitting.
Who is the notebook, who is the sandwich
Submits to the sovereign.
The teacher stood at the door.
Says: “There are many guests here.
We are, of course, glad to have guests,
Only we need to learn ... "
Rises with reluctance
And the crowd goes to the door
Loyal people:
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha,
Shakes his gray beard
Grandfather Fedot.
The class was left without guests.
An hour flew by in an hour ...
So the school day is over.
And Vadim, so pleased,
I can't feel my legs under me
Runs out over the threshold.
And at the school, at the gate-
Loyal people:
-We can't stand the separation!
We'll die of boredom without you!
We won't take it to school again,
Our Tsar, Father Vadim!
But Vadim said angrily,
So the whole retinue shuddered:
-I am not a king to you!
I want to read the ABC book!
I was a king against my will!
I want to go to school!
What a scandal! Larger scandal
The state has not seen it.
But sometimes it happens
And the scandal, but it does not matter.
Mother, father,
Baba Kapa,
Uncle Yasha, Aunt Dasha, sisters Olya and Natasha,
And the centenary grandfather Fedot_
Loyal people
"Their majesty" does not serve
Yes, he lives for himself - does not grieve.
And Vadim is not the king now,
Goes to school, first grade.
Oleg Vaganov

Once upon a time there was a grandfather and a woman.
It was boring for them together,
And this woman decided
Make a kolobok son.
She kneaded the dough
Heated the pan
And put a kolobok on the stove.
He's a little toasty
and it is a little fried,
He smiles at them
All three of them have fun.
Grandfather and woman are very happy -
The gingerbread man came out wonderfully well.
Everything was fine with them,
Only the kolobok was sad.
Hot, hot - he says.
Baba will immediately hurry
He puts it on the window,
It cools down a little.
Baba and grandfather dozed off ...
The gingerbread man left them,
Into the forest along a thin path
He rolled right there.
He walked not far,
Suddenly a hare met him.
The bunny says to him,
Hello, little gingerbread man,
You can sit on a tree stump
I wish to eat you.
The gingerbread man told him -
I ran away from my parents
I will not go on a tree stump
I'll run away from you.
The gingerbread man rolled again
Into a dark forest.
Suddenly out of nowhere
A cunning fox is on the road.
That fox says to him -
Let's get off the track
And you will sing to me a little.
They moved off the path,
The gingerbread man began to sing.
That fox asked him
Sit on the nose to him.
The gingerbread man did not refuse - he sat down,
And the fox squints his eyes,
He says to the gingerbread man -
Sit on my tongue
Start singing, I will listen.
He thinks himself, I can eat.
Gingerbread man believed him
And sat down on the tongue,
And that fox will swallow him
And he walks through the woods well fed.
Kristina Igorevna Kirilenko

Once Kashchei came to Yaga,
I asked: "Pour some cabbage soup!"
Having eaten, he said: "With such and such
I'll get skinny! "
Sergei

Rhinoceros, rhinoceros
No horns are visible on the nose.
Will grow a huge horn
There will be an adult rhino!
Maryina

Mom's birthday
What happened in our house? Why the commotion?
Why did I eat all the porridge and drink the juice in the morning?
Why did I get up early - even dad didn’t hear
And he collected his toys, combed the bangs of the tiger?

Why did you get two A's at school today?
Why did you memorize the poem without hesitation?
Why did I brush my teeth and wash my face eight times
And read a big story in your favorite book?

Why did dad vacuum all day today?
And he is not too lazy to wash the dishes, a whole pile!
Dad and I secretly entered the market at five o'clock
And we bought a huge cake and a large bouquet of flowers!

For someone it may be a mystery, but I will tell you without hiding:
My mommy will celebrate her birthday today!
Therefore, today with dad we behave well,
Mom is eighteen again! Congratulations on this day!

Mom, we wish you to be beautiful always!
Let adversity and trouble pass you further!
May joy and joy and warmth be with you!
We kiss you a hundred times, you and I are always light!
Mikhail Shinko

Where are you going, Thomas?
-Where are you driving?
-I'm going to mow hay,
-what hay to you?
-Feed the cow.
-What are cows to you?
-Milk milk.
- Why milk?
-The baby feed.
Elmira

Beetle bought for the occasion
Umbrella in the store,
It is important to pay money,
I put the umbrella in the basket.
The beetle hurries-runs
With an umbrella in the basket.
kulу

We learned a rhyme with my mother,
Only he forgot a bit.
But it ended, I know for sure
"Daddy! I adore you!"
Nastya

They say that mom's hands are not easy.
They say mom has golden hands!
I'll take a close look
Let me take a closer look:
I stroke my mother's hands - I don't see gold.
They say that mom's hands are not easy
They say that my mother has labor hands!

Little kitty
I pinched my foot.
Meowed pitifully
And I grabbed him.
Regretted, smoothing,
Baby's fur.
Behind the fence again
He catches a mouse.
SokolovVV

What are boys made of?
From thorns, shells and green frogs.
This is what boys are made of.

What are girls made of?
From sweets and cakes
And all kinds of sweets.
This is what girls are made of.
Galina

Magic ladder
Ladder, oh ladder
Glorious sorceress!
We walked up the stairs
All the steps were counted.
One, two, three, four, five!
Let's start again.

Somehow in the morning
Somehow in the morning in a crowd
The sheep went to the watering hole.
One is a lamb, two is a lamb ...
There is a blue river in the distance.
Three is a lamb and four ...
Don't be lazy. A wider step!
Five is a lamb, well, and six ...
You can sit down a little.
Seven - a lamb, eight ... Get up!
We quickly ran to the river!
Nine, ten - all sheep
They drink water from a fast river.
Tamara Marshalova

Sly hair
The swift cuts his haircuts,
Children do not want to get their hair cut.
They say the hair-cut to dad:
- Buy us all a hat.
All the swifts are in their hats
They can do without a haircut.
Tamara Marshalova

Let's sit in silence
Mom is sleeping, she is tired ...
Well, I didn't play either!
I don’t start a top,
And I sat down and sit.

My toys don't make noise
Quiet in the empty room
And on my mother's pillow
The beam is stealing gold.

And I said to the beam:
- I also want to move.
I would like a lot:
Read aloud and roll the ball.

I would sing a song
I could laugh.
Yes, I don't really want what I want!
But my mother is asleep, and I am silent.

The beam shot up the wall.
And then he slid over to me.
- Nothing, - he whispered as if, -
Let's sit in silence! ..
Blaginina E.A.

New Year, hospitable, New Year,
All friends at the table will gather!
Miracle holiday, super hit -
And the champagne glistens
Exactly at midnight - fireworks, New Year.

Only once with a flock of birds New Year,
Sends desires in flight
Miracle holiday, super hit
Does not sparkle, but burns,
Expectations of fireworks, New Year.

And when you're unlucky, New Year,
In hopelessness, hope will ignite
Miracle holiday, super hit -
All adversity will win;
Fireworks in every heart, New Year.

It smells like forest pine needles New Year,
And it will bring warmth in the cold.
Miracle holiday, super hit,
No one sleeps this night
Fireworks, salute, New Year.
Boris Iosifovich Elshansky

I'm a horse! My name is Push-Pull
I live and do not grieve
And the baby will come up to me
I'll put it on my back.
Gallop on the grass
Then I'll go galloping.
"Hold on tight to me baby,
But only you don't cry "
I am a friend of children, I am a friend of adults,
And the illness torments me.
No one can help me
Drive longing and grief away
And I have one problem:
Two heads and no tail.
Olga Pentsova

What happened?
What happened?
The alphabet fell off the stove!
Painfully dislocated leg
Uppercase Bekwa M,
G hit a little,
Well crumbled completely.
Lost the letter Y
Your crossbar.
Once on the floor
Broke U.
The poor thing is so inflated
do not read it in any way.
I turned the letter P,
Has turned into a soft sign.
The letter C is completely closed,
Transformed into the letter O.
Letter A when I woke up,
Didn't recognize anyone!
Natasha

You are a blackbird - and I am a blackbird.
- You have a nose - and I have a nose.
-You have aloe's lips - and I have aloe’s lips.
-You have sweet cheeks - and my cheeks are sweet.
-We are two blackbirds - two friends.
-We love each other!
Olive

And baine-bainki
I will buy Lena felt boots,
My son will walk
New boots to wear. (Lenya, this is my child's name, you can insert another name)

I am a clever, clever woman
The whole street knows about it
Rooster, yes cat
My friend Timoshka
Yes, I am a little.

Three-ta-carcasses!
Three-ta-carcasses!
Lenya rides on a pillow
Riding on a pillow!
Boo! From the pillow! Somersault!
Inna

Did you dig a hole? - Digging. - Did you fall into the pit? - Fell. - Are you sitting in the pit? - Sitting.
Are you waiting for the stairs? - I'm waiting? - Cheese pit? - Cheese. - Like a head? - The whole.
So alive? - Alive? - Then I went home!

My friend Valery Petrov
Never bit mosquitoes.
Mosquitoes did not know about it.
And Petrov was often bitten.
Academy of culture

The talking raven sat down on the window,
And he looked around my house with sadness.
He didn't really get me out of business,
He didn’t say a word, he flew further.
Academy of culture

A young sailor in a sailor's suit went out to the river bank.
He took off his sailor suit, took off his nautical shoes,
He undressed like a sailor, he sneezed like a sailor,
He fled like a sailor and dived like a soldier.
Academy of culture

The fly drowns in sweets
In the bank at the window
And, there is no joy in this
Not a fly and not me.
Academy of culture

I got under the bed
To scare my brother.
I collected all the dust on myself.
He scared my mother very much.
Academy of culture

Why did Koschey the Immortal live ten thousand years?
Because he is childless and does not like children, no!
These daughters and sons ... with them only troubles,
Either feed them, then play, even lie down and die.
Why is Koschey the Immortal very fabulously rich?
Because he is childless and also not married.
These daughters and sons will shake money out of the barrel,
That candy, then an outfit. Daddy will be ruined in no time.
Why is Koschey the Immortal Almighty Sovereign?
Neither daughter nor son will find his treasured chest.
These daughters and sons will rip the locks off the chest,
Get to the egg. Fuck an igloo and no father
…
Children are capable of bringing an immortal to death.
Ginger

Lyubov Chugunova

Have mom's hands are not simple, at mom's hands are golden.

In each group kindergarten always is mothers who can

do everything in the world! Our group is no exception.

Moms sew, knit, make crafts from waste material, sculpt from dough,

and can be listed for a very long time. Today I offer you, dear friends,

colleagues to admire the crafts that live in our group, they were made mothers our pupils for a certain period of time.

Bright mitten with a flower - seven-flower (our group name) is in our reception for questions, wishes. Very beautiful insects: bugs, butterflies are used to decorate the site in summer period and as visual material. Pay attention to the DPS form for the plot - role-playing games and a wonderful health mat in the shape of a cow. Christmas boot we use it for surprises in the classroom and during the holidays. Another interesting sponge for the washroom. I wish you pleasant viewing! And we would like to thank all the mothers - needlewomen once again!

I thank everyone who looked at my page!

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