Bianchi V., fairy tale "Who Sings What"
Genre: literary tale about animals
The main characters of the fairy tale “Who Sings What” and their characteristics
- Various forest inhabitants, all good singers - frogs, stork, bittern, woodpecker, longhorned beetle, bumblebee, locust, snipe.
- Many singers in the forest
- Frogs sing with bubbles.
- The stork cracks its beak
- The bittern gurgles underwater
- Woodpecker knocks
- The beetle squeaks
- The bumblebee is buzzing
- Locusts rub their feet on their wings
- Snipe sings with its tail
- At night, frogs began to sing in the lake.
- The stork joined them, and the bittern joined the stork.
- The woodpecker couldn't stand it anymore, he started drumming, and the beetle started creaking.
- The bumblebee buzzed around the flower, the locust tuned its violin.
- The snipe took off, flew to the ground and the lamb bleated.
- It's his tail that sings.
Each animal makes musical sounds in its own way.
What does the fairy tale “Who Sings What” teach?
The fairy tale teaches you to love nature and love animals. Teaches you to be attentive and observant. Teaches that everything in the world is beautiful and harmonious.
Review of the fairy tale "Who Sings What"
I liked this fairy tale because it tells how different animals can sing. It turns out that they are all good singers, but they use different parts of the body and different methods to sing.
Proverbs for the fairy tale "Who Sings What"
Under good music and the bears are dancing.
The fish would sing a song if it had a voice.
If there were songs, there would be dancing.
It’s good to sing songs after having lunch.
Every animal has its own song.
Read summary, brief retelling fairy tales "Who sings what"
There is such music thundering in the forest that it seems that all the abodes of the forest were born singers and musicians.
Even at night, frogs begin to sing. They blow bubbles behind their ears and a powerful “Kwa-a-a” sound is heard.
Hearing them, the stork rejoices. It flies to the swamp and also begins to sing, cracking its beak. I got so excited that I forgot about the frogs.
I heard the bittern stork and also wanted to play. She stuck her beak into the water, as soon as it blew. There was a rumble across the lake.
Then the woodpecker joined in and started knocking and drumming on the tree.
A longhorn beetle crawled out from under the bark, twisted its head, and a squeak was heard. But no one can hear this squeak. But the beetle itself is happy.
The bumblebee circled and buzzed around the flower. Here the locust tuned its violin. He rubs his legs on the sides and touches his wings. And there are a lot of locusts in the meadow - a whole orchestra.
The snipe heard them and wanted to sing too, but his throat was not suitable for singing. The snipe took off, spread its tail like a fan, rushed to the ground and bleated like a lamb in the sky.
Guess what the snipe sings with? Tail.
Drawings and illustrations for the fairy tale "Who Sings What"
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 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 she came up with the idea: “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!..” 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?
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...
“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 she came up with the idea: “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 - like he was 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 - 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 with her knees back. There are notches on the wings, and hooks on the legs.
The Locust rubs itself on the sides with its legs, touches the hooks with its notches - 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 legs 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? Tail!
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. Bianchi
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
Will develop skills in oral speech, literate, 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
Lesson progress:
1 .Organizational moment.
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.
(Birds singing).
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. Bianchi 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. He writes with great love 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…. Determine the main idea of the work
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 there are more insects in fields cultivated by humans, mice are found near homes, and lizards are found in 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 are 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:
What music is booming in the forest?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. And 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 eat harmful beetles, sometimes small shrews and voles become prey - enemies of crops. And how much does the mosquitoes get from me, which you guys really don’t like, 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'm bringing 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, silkworm butterflies give people the finest threads from which natural silk is obtained.
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. What animals does V. Bianchi call a 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 enjoyed working in class.
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
Information for parents: The instructive tale “Who Sings What” will tell you about how and what songs different birds sing. Even if their songs are not always beautiful and melodic, they are from the bottom of their little hearts. This fairy tale was written by Vitaly Bianchi. Short tale“Who Sings What” will be of interest to children from 2 to 5 years old. You can read it at night.
Read a fairy tale Who sings what?
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
“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 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?
