Vitaly Bianchi's story “Who sings with what? Lesson on literary reading by V. Bianchi "Who sings what?" Who sings the theme of the work?

Do you hear the music booming in the forest?

Listening to it, you might think that all animals, birds and insects were born singers and musicians.

Maybe this is so: after all, everyone loves music, and everyone wants to sing. But not everyone has a voice.

The frogs on the lake started early in the night.

They blew bubbles behind their ears, stuck their heads out of the water, opened their mouths...

-KVA-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-A-Ah-Ah-Ah-Ahled Air in one spirit.

The Stork from the village heard them. I was delighted!

- A whole choir! There will be something for me to profit from!

And he flew to the lake for breakfast.

He flew in and sat down on the shore. He sat down and thought: “Am I really worse than a frog? They sing without a voice. Let me try.”

He raised his long beak, knocked, and rattled one half of it against the other - now quieter, now louder, now less often, now more often: a wooden rattle is cracking, and that’s all! I was so excited that I forgot about my breakfast.

And Bittern stood in the reeds on one leg, listened and thought:

And she came up with the idea: “Let me play on the water!”

She stuck her beak into the lake and picked up full of water Yes, how it blows into the beak! A loud roar echoed across the lake:

“Prumb-bu-bu-bumm!..” roared like a bull.

“That's the song! - thought the Woodpecker, hearing the bittern from the forest. “I also have an instrument: why is a tree not a drum, and why is my nose not a stick?”

He rested his backside, leaned back in front, swung his head - it was like hitting a branch with his nose!

Exactly - drum roll.

A beetle with a very long mustache crawled out from under the bark.

He twisted it, twisted his head, his stiff neck creaked, and a thin, thin squeak was heard.

The barbel squeaks, but all in vain; no one hears his squeak. He strained his neck, but he was pleased with his song.

And below, under the tree, a Bumblebee climbed out of its nest and flew to the meadow to sing.

It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with its veiny, hard wings, like a string humming.

The bumblebee song woke up the green Locust in the grass.

Locust began to tune the violins. She has violins on her wings, and instead of bows she has long hind legs with her knees back. There are notches on the wings, and hooks on the legs.

The Locust rubs itself on the sides with its paws, touches the hooks with its jagged edges - it chirps.

There are a lot of locusts in the meadow: a whole string orchestra.

“Oh,” thinks Long-nosed Snipe under a hummock, “I need to sing too!” Just what? My throat is no good, my nose is no good, my neck is no good, my wings are no good, my paws are no good... Eh! I wasn’t, I’ll fly, I won’t keep silent, I’ll scream something!”

He jumped out from under a hummock, soared, and flew right under the clouds. The tail spread like a fan, straightened its wings, turned over with its nose to the ground and rushed down, turning from side to side, like a plank thrown from a height. Its head cuts through the air, and in its tail the thin, narrow feathers are blown about by the wind.

And you could hear from the ground, as if in the heights a lamb began to sing and bleat.

And this is Bekas.

Guess what he sings with?

Genre: story

Main characters: forest creatures

Bianchi has a clear idea of ​​unity with nature in all his books, and a brief summary of the story “Who sings with what” for reader's diary it confirms.

Plot

In the forest, everyone sings in their own language. The frog croaks protractedly. The stork taps its beak to the rhythm. Blows out his songs howl. A woodpecker joined the stork, adding a clear, firm rhythm. And the baby bug begins to buzz. The locust violinist plays on the rough paws of her feet, as if on strings. A whole orchestra of blacksmiths joins her. Birds sing with their tails, wings fluttering in the wind, and complement the songs with beautiful voices.

Conclusion (my opinion)

Every living creature loves life and exists for purposes that we may not know about. Every bug, every grasshopper, bird, frog - they all have flesh, nervous system, they feel fear, pain, pleasure, and joy. One should not assume that nature is not needed by man, man is tightly connected with nature, and the inhabitants of nature are our smaller brothers, it’s true, we are connected by something in common - a thirst for life, instincts - self-preservation, survival, procreation, and disdain for nature, ignoring her needs or harming her is a worsening of her own situation and a crime against future generations.

Genre: story Main characters: forest dwellers

The work of the wonderful writer Bianchi tells the story of a forest thicket in which the so-called forest orchestra is located, with a variety of musicians. There is also the well-known frog, with his languid and drawn-out “Kwa”, to which herons flock. There is also the Stork, who, having forgotten about lunch, taps a beautiful rhythm with his beak.

From the thickets of reeds you can hear the rumble of Howl, diligently blowing vowel sounds. Hearing a wonderful orchestral performance, the woodpecker decided to join. His beak, like a stick on wood, taps a cheerful rhythm. Looking at the Woodpecker, the Bug decided to join in, and how it would buzz together with the bumblebee.

The locusts heard this and decided to play something themselves. She began to play with her paws and wings, as if playing a violin, moving her paws back and forth along the notches of her legs, and if there were more of them, the orchestra would be supplemented by an even larger violin group.

So the long-nosed Snipe flew with its tail singing in the sky. He flew high into the sky, opening his tail like an umbrella, and he sang like the bleating of a lamb. The air moves through his small feathers, creating the beautiful singing of the Snipe bird.

With these stories, Bianchi is trying to tell us that it doesn’t matter whether you can sing or not, whether you can play an instrument or not, music is in the hearts of every person, animal, or insect. With this story, he motivates many people to engage in creative activities related to music, which, of course, cannot but rejoice. By showing this very creative amateur activity, using the example of animals and insects, the author shows that everyone has their own music and has different concepts about it. As they say, there is no arguing about tastes, which is what Bianchi and his work show us. This work is a very good thing that can give motivation to achieve heights in anything, and in music in particular, which is very good, because not all works can motivate a person to be creative as much as this.

Picture or drawing Who sings what?

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Lesson topic: Vitaly Bianchi “Who sings what?”?»

Target: Create conditions for researching the content of V.V. Bianchi’s book “Who Sings What?”

Tasks:

Students will get acquainted with the work of the naturalist writer V.V. Bianki

Will be able to establish the relationship between phenomena in living and inanimate nature

Learn about the lifestyle and habits of representatives of the animal world:

amphibians, birds, insects

Develop skills and abilities oral speech, competent, expressive

reading, retelling

Learn to carry out simple assumptions, build hypotheses,

develop the ability to compare and draw conclusions.

Equipment : computer, task cards, crossword puzzle, pictures

During the classes:

1 .Organizing time.

The bell has now rung,
It's time for us to start our lesson

Teacher: Well, aren't you tired of it?

Children: No!

To those who are busy with business.

There's simply no time to be bored!

Sit down quietly, backs straight

I see our class anywhere,

Well, let's start, lesson friends!

2. Defining the topic, setting goals.

Today we have a research lesson, and you are researchers.

What does it mean to explore? (learn, study)

Guys, let's listen. Do you hear anything? No? And I hear. Our class became very quiet. We sneaked into the forest unnoticed and this is what we heard there.

(Birdsong).

Whose singing did you hear? - Did you like it?

Forest dwellers, just like people, can sing. Only some have a beautiful voice, while others not so much. For example, the birds lark, nightingale, canary, goldfinch have a beautiful voice and we enjoy listening to them. But V. Bianki heard the voiceless inhabitants of the forest singing.

Learning new material.

Get acquainted with the facts from the biography of this person. Let's work on reading literacy.

(children hummingly read the text)

Vitaly Valentinovich Bianchi was born on January 30, 1894 in St. Petersburg in the family of an ornithologist (scientist who studies birds). Bianchi's father introduced his son to nature. He started taking him into the forest early. Father called every blade of grass, every bird and animal by name, patronymic and

surnames. He taught me to recognize birds by sight, by voice, by flight, and to look for the most hidden nests.

Vitaly Bianchi began writing for children at the age of 28. Over the course of 30 years, he wrote more than 120 books for children, which included approximately 300 works of stories, fairy tales, and novellas. Vitaly Valentinovich Bianchi wrote: “I have always tried to write my fairy tales and stories so that they would be

available for adults too. And now I realized that all my life I wrote for adults who still have a child in their souls.”

The main theme of Vitaly Bianchi’s works is the forest and its inhabitants. WITH great love writes about animals and birds. He traveled a lot, observed animals and conveyed his impressions of what he saw in stories about nature.

Questions -Where was V. Bianchi born?

Who instilled in him a love of nature?

How did the father introduce his son to nature?

When did you start writing books?

For whom did V. Bianchi write his works?

How many works did Bianchi write?

What is the main theme of his works?

Read the title “Who Sings What?”

The title is not just words.

These words are the head of everything!

What could a text with this title be about?

Who do you think are the main characters of this work?

Set a lesson goal. Complete the sentences:
To know… . Find out what animals sing
Study…. Learn to read correctly.
Define…. Define main idea works
Develop…. Develop speech

So, let's find out what voiceless animals sing with?

3.Acquaintance with the work.

1.Reading by the teacher. Pause

Who do you think the voiceless are?

Teacher: reading about frogs Pause.

Why do frogs blow bubbles? (information about frogs)

A student talks about frogs.

In early spring When the sun appears, the water becomes warmer from its rays. The frogs wake up and lay their eggs, and tadpoles emerge from the eggs. In the summer, the tadpoles grow and turn into frogs that swim in the water, hunt on the shore, and sing their songs at night. The frog “sings” with its ear sacs, which are filled with air, and it seems as if it has balloons on its head! During the cold season, winter, the frog sleeps at the bottom of the reservoir. She buries herself in the mud because it is warmer there, and when spring comes again and the sun warms up, the frog will crawl out of her shelter, begin to swim again, hunt and croak loudly - sing her frog songs.

Reading about the stork. Pause.

Who heard the frog's song? Why did he fly to the swamp?

(Have breakfast, it will give me something to profit from)

–Why did he forget about breakfast?

(I got carried away with my song).

Why does Bianchi say this about the stork’s singing: “The wooden rattle is rattling”? (information about storks)

The student talks about storks.

Storks really like to settle next to people, near villages and farmsteads. Why? Yes, because in fields cultivated by man more insects, there are mice near the dwellings, and lizards in the meadows. Storks arrive in our region at the end of March, at the beginning of April. The males arrive first, choosing a nest site. Males often fight with each other over the nest. Soon the females arrive too. Storks lay from 1 to 7 eggs and incubate them in turns: the male during the day, the female at night. The hatched chicks will be under the care of their parents for 70 days, during which time they will be fed and taught to fly and forage.

Bittern

Who heard the stork's song?

– How does she sing?

Why does Bianchi say this about the singing of the bittern: “As if a bull roared”? (information about bittern)

A student talks about the bittern

Bittern large bird , the body is strongly compressed from the sides and reaches 62-79 centimeters. The beak is strong and straight. The neck and legs are quite long. The color is clay-red, variegated and dim. Great Bittern cautious night bird. Characteristic feature The Great Bittern is its ability to hide in the reeds, while the bird stretches out like a stick and freezes motionless. The coloring of the bittern makes it completely invisible.

Food for Drink is small fish, amphibians, invertebrates and in small quantities plants.

Woodpecker

Bug

What does a beetle sing about?

Bumblebee

Why does the singing of a bumblebee resemble the hum of a string?

Locust

Why does Bianchi call the singing of the locusts a string orchestra performance? (about locusts)

A student talks about locusts

A gregarious insect that flies in huge masses, a pest Agriculture., leaves behind an empty, dead space.

Snipe

Why did Bekas take so long to join the general choir?(Nothing to sing)

– What did Bekas sing?(Tail)

A student talks about snipe
Snipe is a small bird with a very long, straight and sharp beak. A small sandpiper about the size of . Body length is about 26 cm, weight 80-180 g, wingspan 40-45 cm.

At a male snipe rises to a height of up to 100 m and then quickly dives down. At the same time, it makes a sound reminiscent of the bleating of a lamb, and the source of the sound is the tail feathers vibrating under the pressure of air.

Selective reading with simultaneous filling of the table:

Where and how do Frogs sing?

Who knocked and crackled? (stork)

Who plays on the water? (bittern)

Who has a nose like a drumstick? (woodpecker)

How does a longhorned beetle squeak?

How does Bumblebee sing?

Who started tuning violins?

What does Bekas sing? (locust)

-Whose song did you like the most?

Game (physical exercise) “It flies, it doesn’t fly”

(flies - we wave our arms, doesn’t fly - we stand)

Owl, falcon,penguin , swallow, tit,ostrich , seagull, flamingo, bullfinch,chicken , lark, swan.

4.Group work (guess the animal)

Animal complaints.

1. “I myself know that I am not beautiful. If you get close, many people shy away. Or they’ll throw a stone or kick you. For what? Not everyone can be beautiful. But this is of great benefit to me. After all, I keep the whole garden free from caterpillars and worms. I'm eating harmful bugs, sometimes small shrews and voles become prey - enemies of crops. And how much does the mosquitoes get from me, which you guys don’t like so much, but they don’t like you?-they’re so delicious! And if you bring me into a house where there are cockroaches, they will quickly disappear. Have you guessed who I am? (Toad).

2. “Oh, people don’t like me! They don’t like my voice and they say my eyes are ugly. They think I bring trouble. Is this so? If it weren’t for me, many would have to sit without bread. After all, over the summer I destroy thousands of voles, and they are so voracious that they can spoil and eat up to a ton of grain each over the summer. So everyone who loves buns and pies must respect me. And there’s no point in making me look like a monster and scaring children with me... Smart people I am respected and appreciated. They call me a symbol of wisdom, and it is not for nothing that my portrait adorns the emblem very interesting game"What? Where? When?". (Owl).

3. And everyone is afraid of me, that’s why they tell so many stories about me. I don’t like that I love the darkness and rest upside down. I don't look like a bird or an animal. But I am a friend to man, not an enemy. Who am I?

(Bat) Bats bring great benefits by destroying harmful insects. They clear the area of ​​malarial mosquitoes. One hour of night hunting bat can catch and eat 160 – 170 mosquitoes.

4. We want to protect ourselves from those who often catch us. It's mostly you kids! You catch us, tear off our wings. And when they touch our wings, we become helpless because we can no longer fly. We are very beautiful, delicate and fragile, like flowers. Without us, the summer meadow will not be so colorful and cheerful. Guys, don't offend us!

(Butterflies) Butterflies not only decorate our fields and meadows, but also bring benefits to humans. For example, butterflies silkworm They give people the finest threads from which they obtain natural silk.

5 . I'm fast and agile with a bushy tail.

I jump quickly along the branches and my home is in the tree.

My character is thrifty - I’m preparing for winter.

I love nuts and berries – there’s enough for the whole family.

Who am I?(Squirrel)

I'm very fast and agile. But I also have a hard time in the forest. It often happens that there is not enough food and we have to leave our homes. Along the way, many die from the teeth of predators and at the hands of humans. We are being killed for our beautiful fur. And how many of my relatives die in forest fires! Stop, man, take care of all living things!

6. And how bad life is for us - it couldn’t be worse, even though you can hardly see us, but only hear a thin voice. Everyone tries to offend us. But we bring benefits. Our larvae, which we deposit in the water, feed on fish and various aquatic life. But everyone brushes us off and tries to kill us. Although we don’t bite, we simply pierce a person’s skin with our proboscis to drink a drop of blood, which the female needs. Only after this will she be able to lay eggs, from which our children hatch.(mosquitoes)

Group performance.

- What words from the text helped you guess?

5. Test by V. Bianchi “Who sings with what?”

1. Which animals does V. Bianchi call whole? string orchestra?

A) Grasshoppers B) Locusts C) Crickets

2. Who blew bubbles behind their ears and sang: “Kwa-a-a-a-a!”?

A) Frogs B) Locusts C) Lizards

3. Who “sings” with its tail, as if bleating like a lamb?

A) Snipe B) Falcon C) Eagle Owl

4. Who sings like he's drumming on wood?

A) Crossbill B) Woodpecker C) Owl

5. Who sings like a bull roars: “Prumb-bu-bu-bumm!”?

A) Stork B) Bittern C) Owl

6. Who sings as if a string is buzzing?

A) Fly B) Bumblebee C) Mosquito

7. Who sings by tapping one half of the beak against the other, as if “wooden ratchet”?

A) Woodpecker B) Stork C) Snipe

8. Which group of animals is not mentioned in the book “Who Sings What?”

A) Insects B) Birds C) Reptiles

9. Who sings with their neck?

A) Beetle B) Fly C) Mosquito
10. What does a bumblebee sing about?

A) Legs B) Antennae C) Wings

Self-test.

6. Summary .

What does V. V. Bianchi’s story teach? (teaches to be observant, to love and take care of nature, to be able to find and notice unusual and interesting things in it)

What surprised you?

What interested you?

What is the main idea of ​​the work?

7.Reflection (traffic light)

I liked working in the lesson.

It was difficult for me.

I still have gaps in my knowledge.

8.Homework.

Retelling your favorite passage from the work.

Using the encyclopedia, prepare a report about birds, insects, etc.

Drawing of your favorite character

Do you hear the music booming in the forest?

Listening to it, you might think that all animals, birds and insects were born singers and musicians.

Maybe this is so: after all, everyone loves music, and everyone wants to sing. But not everyone has a voice.

The frogs on the lake started early in the night.

They inflated bubbles behind their ears, stuck their heads out of the water, and opened their mouths slightly.

“Kwa-a-a-a-a!..” - the air came out of them in one breath.

The Stork from the village heard them. I was happy.

A whole choir! There will be something for me to profit from!

And he flew to the lake for breakfast.

He flew in and sat down on the shore. He sat down and thought:

“Am I really worse than a frog? They sing without a voice. Let me try.”

He raised his long beak, knocked, and rattled one half of it against the other - now quieter, now louder, now less often, now more often: a wooden rattle is cracking, and that’s all!

I was so excited that I forgot about my breakfast.

And Bittern stood in the reeds on one leg, listened and thought:

And I came up with:

“Let me play on the water!”

She put her beak into the lake, took it full of water and how it blew into her beak! A loud roar echoed across the lake:

“Prumb-bu-bu-bumm!..” - like a bull roared.

“That's the song! - thought the Woodpecker, hearing the bittern from the forest. “I have an instrument: why is a tree not a drum, and why is my nose not a stick?”

He rested his tail, leaned back, swung his head - as if he was hitting a branch with his nose!

Just like a drum roll.

A beetle with a very long mustache crawled out from under the bark.

He twisted it, twisted his head, his stiff neck creaked - a thin, thin squeak was heard.

The barbel squeaks, but it’s all in vain: no one hears its squeak. He strained his neck, but he was pleased with his song.

And below, under the tree, a Bumblebee crawled out of its nest and flew to the meadow to sing.

It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with its veiny, hard wings, like a string humming.

The bumblebee song woke up the green Locust in the grass.

Locust began to tune the violins. She has violins on her wings, and instead of bows there are long hind legs pointing backwards. There is a notch on the wings, and hooks on the legs.

The Locust rubs itself on the sides with its legs, touches the hooks with its jagged edges, and chirps.

There are a lot of locusts in the meadow: a whole string orchestra.

“Eh,” thinks long-nosed Snipe under a hummock, “I need to sing too!” Just what? My throat is no good, my nose is no good, my neck is no good, my wings are no good, my paws are no good... Eh! I wasn’t, I’ll fly, I won’t keep silent, I’ll scream something!”

He jumped out from under a hummock, soared, and flew right under the clouds. The tail spread like a fan, straightened its wings, turned over with its nose to the ground and rushed down, turning from side to side, like a plank thrown from a height. Its head cuts through the air, and in its tail the thin, narrow feathers are blown about by the wind.

And you could hear it from the ground: as if in the heights a lamb began to sing and bleat.

And this is Bekas.

Guess what he sings with?