Victor Dragunsky - He is alive and glowing: A fairy tale. “He is alive and glowing... The work of the Dragoon, he is alive and glowing

Dragunsky Victor

It's alive and glowing

Victor Yuzefovich Dragunsky

It's alive and glowing

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not force her to sit on the sand and be bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

Great!

And I said:

Great!

Mishka sat down next to him and picked up the dump truck.

Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

No, I won't let you go home. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside. I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

Can you give me a dump truck?

I speak:

Get off it, Mishka!

Then Mishka says:

I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it.

I speak:

Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

Yours is broken.

You will seal it.

I even got angry:

Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

Well, it was not! Know my kindness! On the! And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“Open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how even though it was close, in the palm of my hand, it was shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly , and I heard my heart beating quickly and my nose tingling a little, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

Well, how's your dump truck?

And I said:

I, mom, exchanged it. Mom said:

Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

Yes, she said, it’s magic! But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

But why, why exactly is it better?

I said:

How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!”

I speak:

— Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's burst.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“You open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how even though it was close, in the palm of my hand, it was shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly , and I heard my heart beating, and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how's your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..

V. Dragunsky “What I love

I really like to lie on my stomach on my dad’s knee, lower my arms and legs and hang on my knee like laundry on a fence. I also really like to play checkers, chess and dominoes, just to be sure to win. If you don't win, then don't.

I love listening to a beetle digging around in a box. And on a day off I like to crawl into my dad’s bed in the morning to talk to him about the dog: how we will live more spaciously, and buy a dog, and work with it, and feed it, and how funny and smart it will be, and how she will steal sugar, and I will wipe up the puddles after her, and she will follow me like a faithful dog.

I also like to watch TV: it doesn’t matter what they show, even if it’s just tables.

I like to breathe with my nose into my mother's ear. I especially love to sing and always sing very loudly.

I really love stories about red cavalrymen and how they always win.

I like to stand in front of the mirror and grimace as if I were Parsley from puppet theater. I also really love sprats.

I love reading fairy tales about Kanchila. This is such a small, smart and mischievous doe. She has cheerful eyes, and small horns, and pink polished hooves. When we live more spaciously, we will buy ourselves Kanchilya, he will live in the bathroom. I also like to swim where it’s shallow so that I can hold onto the sandy bottom with my hands.

I like to wave a red flag at demonstrations and blow the “go away!” horn. I really like making phone calls. I love to plan, saw, I know how to sculpt the heads of ancient warriors and bison, and I sculpted a wood grouse and the Tsar Cannon. I love to give all this.

When I read, I like to chew on a cracker or something else. I love guests.

I also really love snakes, lizards and frogs. They're so clever. I carry them in my pockets. I like to have a snake on the table when I have lunch. I love it when grandma shouts about the frog: “Take away this disgusting thing!” - and runs out of the room.

I love to laugh... Sometimes I don’t feel like laughing at all, but I force myself, squeeze out laughter - and look, after five minutes it really becomes funny.

When I have good mood, I love to jump. One day my dad and I went to the zoo, and I was jumping around him on the street, and he asked:

-What are you jumping about? And I said:

- I jump that you are my dad!

He understood!

I love going to the zoo! There are wonderful elephants there. And there is one baby elephant. When we live more spaciously, we will buy a baby elephant. I'll build him a garage.

I really like to stand behind the car when it snorts and sniff the gasoline.

I like to go to cafes - eat ice cream and wash it down with sparkling water. It makes my nose ache and tears come to my eyes.

When I run down the hallway, I like to stomp my feet as hard as I can.

I love horses very much, they have such beautiful and kind faces.

I like a lot of things!

V. Dragunsky “...And what I don’t like!”

What I don’t like is having my teeth treated. As soon as I see a dental chair, I immediately want to run to the ends of the world. I also don’t like to stand on a chair and read poetry when guests come.

I don’t like it when mom and dad go to the theater.

I can’t stand soft-boiled eggs, when they are shaken up in a glass, crumbled into bread and forced to eat.

I also don’t like it when my mother goes for a walk with me and suddenly meets Aunt Rose!

Then they only talk to each other, and I just don’t know what to do.

I don’t like wearing a new suit - I feel like wood in it.

When we play red and white, I don't like being white. Then I quit the game, and that's it! And when I'm red, I don't like to be captured. I'm still running away.

I don't like it when people beat me.

I don’t like to play “loaf” when it’s my birthday: I’m not little.

I don’t like it when guys wonder.

And I really don’t like it when I cut myself, in addition to smearing my finger with iodine.

I don’t like that it’s cramped in our hallway and adults scurry back and forth every minute, some with a frying pan, some with a kettle, and shout:

- Children, don’t move around under your feet! Be careful, my pan is hot!

And when I go to bed, I don’t like the chorus singing in the next room:

Lilies of the valley, lilies of the valley...

I really don’t like that boys and girls on the radio speak in old lady voices!..

V. Dragunsky “The Enchanted Letter”

Recently we were walking in the yard: Alyonka, Mishka and me. Suddenly a truck drove into the yard. And on it lies a Christmas tree. We ran after the car. So she drove up to the building management office, stopped, and the driver and our janitor began to unload the tree. They shouted at each other:

- Easier! Let's bring it in! Right! Leveya! Get her on her butt! Make it easier, otherwise you’ll break off the whole spitz.

And when they unloaded, the driver said:

“Now we need to register this tree,” and he left.

And we stayed near the Christmas tree.

She lay there big, furry, and smelled so deliciously of frost that we stood there like fools and smiled. Then Alyonka took hold of one twig and said:

- Look, there are detectives hanging on the tree.

"Detective"! She said it wrong! Mishka and I just rolled around. We both laughed equally, but then Mishka began to laugh louder to make me laugh.

Well, I pushed it a little so he wouldn't think I was giving up. Mishka held his stomach with his hands, as if he was in great pain, and shouted:

- Oh, I'll die of laughter! Detective!

And, of course, I turned up the heat:

- The girl is five years old, but she says “detective”... Ha-ha-ha!

Then Mishka fainted and groaned:

- Oh, I feel bad! Detective... And he began to hiccup:

- Hick!.. Detective. Ick! Ick! I'll die of laughter! Ick!

Then I grabbed a handful of snow and began to apply it to my forehead, as if I had already developed a brain infection and had gone crazy. I yelled:

- The girl is five years old, she’s getting married soon! And she is a detective.

Apyonka’s lower lip curled so that it went behind her ear.

- Did I say correctly! It’s my tooth that has fallen out and is whistling. I want to say “detective”, but I whistle “detective”...

Mishka said:

- What a miracle! Her tooth fell out! Three of them have fallen out and two are wobbly, but I still speak correctly! Listen here: giggles! What? It’s really great - huh-kee! This is how it comes out easily for me: giggles! I can even sing:

Oh, green hyhechka,

I'm afraid I'll inject myself.

But Alyonka will scream. One is louder than the two of us:

- Wrong! Hooray! You say hi-ki, but we need detective work!

- Precisely, that there is no need for detective work, but rather giggles.

And let's both roar. All you can hear is: “Detective!” - “Giggles!” - “Detective!”

Looking at them, I laughed so much that I even got hungry. I walked home and kept thinking: why were they arguing so much, since they were both wrong? It's a very simple word. I stopped and said clearly:

- No detective work. No naked, but briefly and clear: Fyfki!

Victor Dragunsky “He is alive and glowing...”

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute or in the store, or perhaps stood for a long time at the bus stop. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka came out into the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and picked up the dump truck.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No I will not give. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand. Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!”

I speak:

— Compared Barbados to a dump truck...

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's burst.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my kindness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“Open it,” said Mishka, “then you will see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if somewhere far, far away from me a tiny star was burning, and at the same time I myself was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. “Is it good?” He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home...

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how even though it was close, in the palm of my hand, it was shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly , and I heard my heart beating, and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world. But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how's your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! And it glows!..

One evening I sat in the yard, near the sand, and waited for my mother. She probably stayed late at the institute, or at the store, or maybe stood at the bus stop for a long time. Don't know. Only all the parents in our yard had already arrived, and all the kids went home with them and were probably already drinking tea with bagels and cheese, but my mother was still not there...

And now the lights began to light up in the windows, and the radio started playing music, and dark clouds moved in the sky - they looked like bearded old men...

And I wanted to eat, but my mother was still not there, and I thought that if I knew that my mother was hungry and was waiting for me somewhere at the end of the world, I would immediately run to her, and would not be late and not made her sit on the sand and get bored.

And at that time Mishka entered the yard. He said:

- Great!

And I said:

- Great!

Mishka sat down with me and took my dump truck in his hands.

- Wow! - said Mishka. - Where did you get it? Does he pick up sand himself? A? Not yourself? Does he leave on his own? Yes? What about the pen? What is it for? Can it be rotated? Yes? A? Wow! Will you give it to me at home?

I said:

- No, I won’t let you go home. Present. Dad gave it to me before he left.

The bear pouted and moved away from me. It became even darker outside.

I looked at the gate so as not to miss when my mother came. But she still didn’t go. Apparently, I met Aunt Rosa, and they stand and talk and don’t even think about me. I lay down on the sand.

Here Mishka says:

- Can you give me a dump truck?

I speak:

- Get off it, Mishka.

Then Mishka says:

“I can give you one Guatemala and two Barbados for it!”

I speak:

— Compared Barbados to a dump truck.

- Well, do you want me to give you a swimming ring?

I speak:

- It's burst.

- You will seal it!

I even got angry:

- Where to swim? In the bathroom? On Tuesdays?

And Mishka pouted again. And then he says:

- Well, it wasn’t! Know my goodness! On the!

And he handed me a box of matches. I took it in my hands.

“Open it, open it,” said Mishka, “then you’ll see!”

I opened the box and at first I didn’t see anything, and then I saw a small light green light, as if a tiny star was burning somewhere far from me, and at the same time I was holding it in my hands.

“What is this, Mishka,” I said in a whisper, “what is this?”

“This is a firefly,” said Mishka. - What, good? He's alive, don't think about it.

“Bear,” I said, “take my dump truck, would you like it?” Take it forever, forever! Give me this star, I’ll take it home.

And Mishka grabbed my dump truck and ran home. And I stayed with my firefly, looked at it, looked and couldn’t get enough of it: how green it was, as if in a fairy tale, and how even though it was close, in the palm of my hand, it was shining as if from afar... And I couldn’t breathe evenly, and I heard how quickly my heart was beating, and there was a slight tingling in my nose, as if I wanted to cry.

And I sat like that for a long time, a very long time. And there was no one around. And I forgot about everyone in this world.

But then my mother came, and I was very happy, and we went home. And when they started drinking tea with bagels and feta cheese, my mother asked:

- Well, how's your dump truck?

And I said:

- I, mom, exchanged it.

Mom said:

- Interesting! And for what?

I answered:

- To the firefly! Here he is, living in a box. Turn out the light!

And mom turned off the light, and the room became dark, and the two of us began to look at the pale green star.

Then mom turned on the light.

“Yes,” she said, “it’s magic!” But still, how did you decide to give such a valuable thing as a dump truck for this worm?

“I’ve been waiting for you for so long,” I said, “and I was so bored, but this firefly, it turned out to be better than any dump truck in the world.”

Mom looked at me intently and asked:

- And in what way, in what way is it better?

I said:

- How come you don’t understand?! After all, he is alive! It is alive and glowing!

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Goals:

• Continue to understand the problem of friendship: the possibility of friendly relations between different people.
• Develop the ability to work in groups, jointly creating the characters of the characters, their relationships, inner world; teaching intonation reading of dialogues.
• Fostering friendship and camaraderie among students in the class.

Equipment:

• Textbook " Literary reading"Grade 2, part 1.
• Portrait of V. Yu. Dragunsky
• Dictionary of moods (individual and general)
• Dictionary of characteristics (individual and general)
• Cards with questions for groups.
• Presentation.

During the classes

1. Org. moment.

2. introduction teachers.

We continue to talk about friendship and what real friends should be like. Today we will work with the story of Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky “He is alive and glowing:”, which you met at home.

What stories by V. Yu. Dragunsky have you read before? ("Deniska's stories")

The guys will tell you about the life and work of the writer (students who independently found information about the writer).

3. A story about a writer.

Viktor Yuzefovich Dragunsky (1913-1972) lived a short, but very interesting life. He was born in New York. He lost his father early, so at the age of 16 he already had to work. He was both a worker and a boatman. My mother worked as a typist, so there was always not enough money.

Having seen an advertisement for recruitment to a literary and theater workshop, Dragunsky entered there and became an actor. In addition, he began writing scripts for the theater. This is how his literary life began, although Deniska’s Stories brought him well-deserved fame.

The first book was published in 1961 under the title “He is Alive and Glowing,” which included 16 stories about Deniska’s adventures. Then new stories about Denis and his friends appeared, the second book “Denis’s Stories” was published, which young readers immediately fell in love with. In the stories he portrayed his son and partly himself.

Dragunsky understood very well the state of a child's soul, a person 6-8 years old. The story is told from the child's point of view; life is perceived through the eyes, mind and heart of the child. The writer uses a very rich range of comic means, which sometimes echoes shades of sadness.

4. Conversation on what you read at home.

1. Name the main characters of the story?

2. Which of them did you like best? Why?

3. Why is the story called this?

5. Statement of the problem (presentation)

Guys, while working on this text, we must solve a number of problems. The main one is to determine whether Deniska and Mishka can be called friends. Are friendships possible between boys?

And to answer this question, we must look at how the author characterizes friends. What are they? Now we will once again, slowly and thoughtfully read the text in small passages that you yourself will highlight, and we will find in it the main thing that the author wanted to tell us about.

6. Vocabulary work (presentation)

Did you come across any unfamiliar or unfamiliar words in the text?

How did you find out their meaning?

(The guys name words, the meaning of which is clarified either with the help of a current dictionary at the end of the textbook, or with the help of chains of related words).

Brynza is a cheese made from sheep's milk.

Instantly - instantly, very quickly.

Valor - courage, bravery, bravery.

Guatemala, Barbados - states in America. Here: stamps issued by these states.

Dictionary of feelings, dictionary of characteristics (presentation).

7. Re-reading with the selection of logically complete parts.

Read the beginning of the story and determine where you can end part 1. (":and didn't force her to sit on the sand and be bored.")

Where would you end part 2? (":then you'll see!")

-: part 3? (":And I forgot about everyone in this world").

Physical exercise with musical accompaniment of the song "True Friend".

8. Work in groups.

1 group - 1 part:

Questions:

1. How did Deniska feel and how did he feel about the fact that his mother was late? (I was bored and very worried, it was sad and uncomfortable and scary. Denis was hungry, the author speaks about this directly. He reproaches his mother for not coming for so long)

2. What feeling did you have when you read this part? (sadness, pity, sympathy).

3. What did you learn about Denis? (On the board, the teacher writes down the character traits of the hero: a loving son (he missed and worried about his mother), a reliable son, ready to help his mother (if I knew that my mother was hungry:.. I would immediately run to her.) Sensitive , impressionable, loyal, loving wildlife, selfless, kind, knows how to appreciate real beauty.

4. How would you title this part? What's important about it? (“Waiting for Mom”).

Group 2 - part 2.

Questions:

What is this part about? (Mishka came out and saw Deniska new toy. He liked the dump truck and began asking for one for himself. But he didn’t give Deniska to him. He did not agree to exchange it for anything - neither for stamps, nor for a swimming ring.).

And why? Was Deniska greedy? (no, he didn’t want to part with his father’s gift; he didn’t want to deprive himself of his last joy - after all, he felt very bad without his mother).

What was Mishka like? (Envious, he liked Denis’s toy and wanted to have one; selfish - wanted to take possession of the toy in any way; loved stamps - there were stamps from other countries: Guatemala and Barbados; loved cars, so he was partial to the dump truck; Mishka was persistent and tactless; having been refused , continued to beg for a toy, offered to exchange, and even showed his resentment; he did not say the polite word “please”, and when he received the toy, he did not even say thank you. He simply grabbed the dump truck and ran home; he was dishonest: he offered for a new one; a broken circle toy. Bear said that he was kind, but he was not kind, he was selfish and wanted to get the toy for the firefly. If he were kind and selfless, he would have given the firefly for nothing. Although he did not give the firefly right away. He himself was dear to him and liked him. last resort, which means the exchange was honest and disinterested.)

What should you title this part? (“Deniska’s new toy”).

Group 3 - part 3.

This part best tells about Denis, what he is like, so let's carefully read the text and see how the author characterizes the hero.

Why did Deniska agree to give away his father’s valuable gift for the firefly? (I saw what a beautiful bug it was, struck him with its beauty - it was unusual, like a little star; Deniska loved everything beautiful and admired real beauty; the bug was alive, and the boy loved nature, all living things more than anything, even more than a dump truck)

Do you think the exchange was equal? (Yes, the boy considered a live bug worthy of his father’s gift; or he considered a firefly more expensive, more valuable than a dump truck).

Draw a conclusion. (Deniska was happy, admired the beauty of the little star, was delighted by it, was excited).

Why does the author tell this story on behalf of the hero? (Since the book is called "Deniska's Stories", therefore he writes on behalf of Deniska; it is better for the hero himself to tell about his actions and feelings, and not another person).

What should you title this part? (“Firefly”, “Meeting the Firefly”, “Living Miracle”, “Tiny Star in a Box”).

Group 4 - part 4.

Questions:

Why didn’t mom scold Deniska for the dump truck? How does this characterize a mother? (Mom was also delighted with the live firefly; she was trying to understand what prompted her son to exchange his father’s gift for a firefly.)

Did your mother consider this exchange to be equal? Find it in the text. (No, my mother did not consider this exchange to be equal)

Find the boy's answer to his mother's questions in the text. How can you interpret it? (Waiting for his mother, the boy was sad, felt lonely, even the dump truck did not make him happy, and only the firefly, this small animal, could brighten up his loneliness, dispel his sadness and melancholy; Denis considered a living firefly more valuable than a dead toy, so he wondered how his mother could not understand this: after all, he is alive, he glows!).

How can you now explain the meaning of the words that became the title of the story? (Any living creature is much more expensive and sweeter than the most expensive toy; the light of a firefly brought joy to the boy in sad moments of loneliness.)

Why didn’t Deniska reproach his mother for being late? (With the firefly, he forgot about this, and even about his mother).

6. Find words in the text that can be used to title this part.(“Better than any dump truck in the world”).

9. Recording the drawn up plan in a notebook (presentation)

1) Waiting for mom.

2) New toy.

3) Living star.

4) Better than any dump truck in the world.

10. Generalization of the characteristics of the heroes (presentation)

Now let's compare the two heroes. Remember what we said about Denis and Mishka.

Deniska is kind, nature-loving, selfless, sensitive, loyal, reliable. gentle.

Mishka was impolite, loved to collect stamps, loved cars, was partial to mechanical toys, persistent, tactless.

Make a conclusion - the guys are different in character.

-Is friendship possible between such different guys? Will it continue in the future?(No, because the guys have different interests: Deniska loved everything living and beautiful, and Mishka loved expensive mechanical toys. Yes, friendship between them is not only possible, but will also continue: after all, the guys were happy with each other, and no one is offended .)

11. Reading dialogues.

Guys, now find the dialogues in the story. Which of the heroes takes part in them? (Mishka and Deniska, Deniska and mom).

Students in groups are divided into pairs and independently choose a dialogue. The teacher draws the children's attention to the fact that with the help of intonation they must try to convey the character of the characters, their feelings and mood.

After 1-2 minutes of preparation, some guys read the dialogues without the author, while others dramatize them.

12. Closing conversation (presentation)

Well! I am very pleased that you have learned to talk about friendship and true friends. You are right: friendship should be strong, faithful, honest and selfless, and friends should be interesting to each other. Good friendship mutually enriches people, helps to correct shortcomings, and there is always something to learn from a friend.

Let's speculate whether Deniska and Mishka can be useful to each other. (Deniska can teach a bear to be polite, to love nature, animals. And Mishka can get Deniska interested in stamps, teach him to collect them. They can play with cars together, become interested in technology. Next to Deniska, Mishka can become kind person and educated.)

You see, guys, you have convinced yourself that friendship between these guys is not only impossible, but can also be useful.

We are finishing our work with Dragunsky's story. Think about whether this story could be called differently. What titles would you come up with?

(“Waiting for Mom”, “Living Miracle”, “Magic”, “Magic Star”, “Firefly”, “Living Joy”, etc.)

Can this story be called a fairy tale? (No, it tells a reliable, real story; although the word “magic” is used in it, nothing magical actually happens here, everything is just like in life.)

Is the firefly a real creature or one invented by the author?

(Really, such fireflies exist in real life, in the forest at night, and they really glow).

13. Lesson summary.

What did the story teach you and what is its main idea? (Friendship should be strong, faithful, honest and selfless).

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