10.03.202027.05.2017

Spring story:

In spring, the sun rises higher and shines brighter, the days become longer.
Snow melts everywhere, stormy sonorous streams run.
The ice on rivers, ponds and lakes is covered with cracks, becomes loose, darkens and melts, ice drift begins. Ice floes float along the river, break with a crash, and melt water floods the meadows and lowlands. The flood begins.
Icicles hang from the roofs, at noon, when the sun warms more strongly, the icicles begin to melt, spring drops ring.
The sap of the trees, warmed by the spring sun, rises from the roots to the swelling buds. The buds of the willow have fluffed up, and although there are no leaves yet, the whole tree seems to be shrouded in a delicate yellow-green cloud. Earrings on alder and hazel become brighter, fluffy. Spring flowers open in forests, fields and meadows: coltsfoot, snowdrop, lungwort.
Insects wake up after a long winter. Returning from warm lands to their homeland migratory birds. Rooks arrive first, then starlings, wagtails, and larks.
The winter hibernation of animals is coming to an end. Adult animals shed, winter wool is replaced by summer, and the squirrel and hare also change the color of their coats.
A she-bear comes out of the den with her cubs. A badger comes out of a hole. The she-wolf has cubs.
In the spring people have a lot of work. In the field they prepare the soil for crops and sow rye, barley, and millet. Early crops are sown in vegetable gardens: dill, parsley, carrots, onions.
Gardens are covered with white and pink lace capes - apple trees, cherries, plums bloom.

Poems about Spring

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything got busy
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
Wicked witch pissed off
And grab the snow
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...
Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed up in the snow
And only became blush
Against the enemy.
(F. Tyutchev)

***
Capel
I listen to drops at noon
It murmurs like a bird's chirp.
Ringing with a crystal bell
Escaping from the roof above the porch.
Kapel murmurs, rings, sings,
She breaks snow and ice.
She doesn't care about a big snowdrift,
She runs like a living stream.
I'll clear the way for the stream
So that he can see the world.

***
spring
Spring has a lot of work
Rays help her:
Together they drive along the roads
talking streams,
Melt the snow, break the ice,
Warm all around.
From under the needles and blades of grass
The first sleepy beetle crawled out.
Flowers on the thaw
golden blossoms,
Poured, swollen buds
Bumblebees fly from the nest.
Spring has a lot of worries,
But things are looking up:
Emerald field became
And the gardens are in bloom.

***
Spring
Look, spring is coming
Cranes fly in a caravan
The day is drowning in bright gold,
And streams on ravines rustle.
Soon you will have guests
How many nests will be built, look!
What kind of sounds, for songs will pour
Day-to-day from dawn to dusk.
(I. S. Nikitin)

***
spring song
The snow is no longer the same -
It darkened in the field.
Ice cracked on the lakes
It's like they split.
Clouds run faster
The sky got higher.
Sparrow chirped
Have fun on the roof.
It's getting blacker every day
Stitches and paths
And on willows with silver
Earrings glow.
(S. Marshak)

***
Spring
Spring is coming to us
With quick steps
And the snowdrifts are melting
Under her feet.
Black thawed patches
visible in the fields.
Yes, very warm
Spring's feet.
(I. Tokmakova)

***
About Spring
They told us about spring
Songs from the birdhouse
And yellow earrings
On the branches of a hazel.
They told us about spring
Sparrows are pugnacious,
Shaggy willows,
The streams are noisy.
Butterfly-urticaria
On a forest clearing,
blue snowdrops
And raw boots.
(N. Naydenova)

Tasks.

"Find the extra word."

Explain your choice.

1. March, April, May, November:
2. coltsfoot, lungwort, chamomile, snowdrop;
3.bear cub, fox cub, calf, squirrel;
4.butterfly, wagtail, bumblebee, bee;
5.tractor, shovel, rake, pitchfork.

Name the action:
1. What does the sun do in spring?
(Shines, illuminates the earth, warms, warms, pleases, shines ...)
2. What does grass do in spring?
(It rises, appears, sprouts, breaks through, turns green, covers the earth with a carpet ...)
3. What do birds do in spring?
(They arrive, return to their native lands, build nests, settle in birdhouses, breed chicks ...)
4. What do buds do in spring?
(They pour, swell, burst, unfold into green leaves, grow, open; the first leaves appear from the buds - tender, green, fragrant, odorous ...)
5. What can you do with flowers?(Plant, water, look at them, admire them, give, smell, cut them, put them in a vase ...)

Proverbs about Spring:

1. April with water, May with grass.
2. May, May, don't take off your coat.
3. Who does not start sowing in March, forgets about his good.
4. Spring - our father and mother, whoever does not sow will not gather.
5. Spring is red during the day.
6. Spring will show everything.
7. Martok - put on two trousers.
8. March sits on the nose with frost.
9. No matter how angry the blizzard is, everything blows in the spring.
10. Water flowed from the mountains - brought spring.
11. Prepare the sleigh from spring, and the wheels from autumn.
12. You will miss a day in spring, you will not return a year.
13. You sow the day before, you harvest the week before.
14. Sow in the weather - more offspring.
15. He who sows early does not lose seeds.
16. Whoever hopes for heaven sits without bread.
17. In the spring you will fall behind for an hour, you will not catch up during the day.
18. Spring is red during the day.

Riddles about Spring:

I water the crops
Full of movement.
My name is... (Spring)

First to get out of the ground
On the thaw
He is not afraid of frost
Even though it's small. (Snowdrop)

The snow is melting
The meadow came to life
The day is coming...
When does it happen? (Spring)

She grows upside down
It does not grow in summer, but in winter.
But the sun will bake her -
She will cry and die. (Icicle)

Wants to fly straight
Wants - hangs in the air,
Stone falls from heights
And in the fields sings, sings. (Lark)

Noisy, thundered,
I washed everything and left.
And orchards and orchards
I watered the whole area. (Thunderstorm)

They won't wait for me
When they see it, they run away. (Rain)

An arrow flew
Fell into a swan.
I'm looking - I can't find it. (Lightning)

The ox roared
On a hundred mountains
For a thousand cities. (Thunder)

Riddles about the month of March:
***
In warm sunny boots
With a light on the clasps,
A boy runs through the snow
- Snow scares, little rascal:
Just set foot - the snow melted,
The ice on the rivers broke.
Captivated by his passion.
And this boy is ... (March)

***
blowing warm South wind,
The sun is shining brighter.
The snow is thinning, soft, melting,
The loud-mouthed rook flies.
What month? Who will know?
(March)

***
The streams run faster
The sun shines warmer.
Sparrow happy with the weather
- Looked at us for a month ...
(March)

Poems:
***
Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.
And everything got busy
Everything forces Winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.
Winter is still busy
And grumbles at Spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...
(F. Tyutchev)

***
March Women's Day celebrates
Gives gifts, congratulates
And - in cellophane from frost -
Everyone gives sprigs of mimosa.

Riddles about the month of April:
***
The river roars furiously
And breaks the ice.
The starling returned to his house,
And in the forest the bear woke up.
A lark trills in the sky.
Who came to us?
(April)
***
The bear got out of the den,
Mud and puddles on the road
In the sky the lark trills
- Came to visit us...
(April)
***
In the night - frost
In the morning - drops,
So, in the yard...
(April)
***
Wakes the forest, fields and mountains,
All meadows and gardens.
He knocks on everything,
Sings by the water.
"Wake up! Wake up!
Sing, laugh, smile!"
A flute is heard in the distance.
It wakes everyone...
(April)

Poems:
***
Snow is melting,
And from the roofs - drops,
The birds returned from the south.
naughty boy -
April
In all streams frolic.

***
Bear woke up
No sadness, no anxiety
The bear was sleeping in his lair.
Slept through the winter until spring
And he must have been dreaming.
Suddenly the clubfoot woke up
Hears - caplet ...
Here's the trouble!
Fumbled in the dark with his paw
And jumped up - around the water!
The bear hurried out:
Fills - not to sleep!
He got out and sees: puddles,
Snow is melting...
Spring came!
(G. Ladonshchikov)

***
April
Streams run through the fields
On the roads - puddles,
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaking
Through the woods.
The birds began to sing songs.
And the snowdrop blossomed.
(S. Marshak)

***
Eyebrows king frown
Said yesterday:
"The storm came down
Monument to Peter.
He got scared:
"I did not know! Really?
The king laughed.
“First, brother, April…”
(A. S. Pushkin)

Riddles about the month of May:

***
The fields are green,
The nightingale sings.
The garden is dressed in white
The bees are the first to fly.
Thunder rumbles. Guess,
What month is this?
(May)
***
The garden tried on white
The nightingale sings a sonnet
Our land is dressed in greenery
We are warmly welcomed...
(May)
***
A baby runs in bast shoes,
You hear his steps.
He runs and everything blooms
He laughs - everything sings.
Hid happiness in the petals
At the lilac on the bushes.
"My lily of the valley, fragrant!"
- Commanded cheerful ...
(May)

Poems :
***
May!
Nature breathes.
On warm days
Buzzed in cherries
May beetles.
Seven cherries.
Each has three beetles.
Zhukov count
For sure.
***
Come on!

Dear starling,
Come, finally!
For you I house built,
Not a birdhouse, but a palace!
Come and sing
Song about green May!
Come to our yard soon!
Everything is ready! Come fly!
(M. Karim)
***
May

Lily of the valley blossomed in May
On the very holiday - on the first day.
May with flowers,
The lilac is blooming.
(S. Marshak)
***
Victory Day

May holiday -
Victory Day
The whole country celebrates.
Our grandfathers put on
Military orders.

The road calls them in the morning
To the parade.
And thoughtfully from the threshold
Grandmothers are watching after them.
(T. Belozerov)

Today I bring to your attention wonderful literary works about spring and about spring for the children of our Russian poets and writers. Read them with the guys, work with the texts. The magic of spring is felt in every line. 🙂

F.I. Tyutchev

Winter is getting angry
Her time has passed
Spring is knocking on the window
And drives from the yard.

And everything got busy
Everything forces the winter out -
And larks in the sky
The alarm has already been raised.

Winter is still busy
And growls for the spring.
She laughs in her eyes
And it only makes more noise...

Wicked witch pissed off
And, capturing the snow,
Let go, run away
To a beautiful child...

Spring and grief is not enough:
Washed in the snow
And only became blush,
Against the enemy.

Sinichkin calendar V.V. bianchi

March

Zinka flew into the field. After all, a titmouse can live wherever you want: if only there were bushes, and she will feed herself.
In the field, in the bushes, lived gray partridges- such beautiful field chickens with chocolate horseshoes on their chests.
A whole flock of them lived here, digging grains from under the snow.
- And where do you sleep? Zinka asked them.
“And you do as we do,” the partridges say. - Here, look.
They all rose on their wings, scattered as fast as they could - yes, boom from flying into the snow! Loose snow - sprinkled and covered them. And no one will see them from above, and they are warm there, on the ground, under the snow.
“Well, no,” Zinka thinks, “titmouse don’t know how. I'll find a better place to sleep."
I found a wicker basket thrown by someone in the bushes, climbed into it, and fell asleep there. And it's good that she did. The day was sunny. The snow at the top melted, became loose. And at night the frost hit.
Zinka woke up in the morning, waiting - where are the partridges? They are nowhere to be seen. And where they dived into the snow in the evening, the crust glistens - an ice crust.
Zinka understood what trouble the partridges got into: now they are sitting, as if in prison, under an icy roof and cannot get out. Everyone will disappear there under it! What to do here?
Why, titmouse are a fighting people. Zinka flew to the crust - and let's peck him with her strong, sharp nose. And she continued, - she made a big hole. And released partridges from prison.
So they praised her, thanked her! They dragged her grains, various seeds:
- Live with us, don't fly anywhere!
She lived. And the sun is brighter day by day, hotter day by day. Melting, melting snow in the field. And there is so little of it left that partridges can no longer spend the night in it: the chalk has become. Partridges moved to the bushes to sleep, under Zinka's basket.
And then, finally, in the field on the hillocks, land appeared. And how happy everyone was!
Three days have not passed here - out of nowhere, black rooks with white noses are already sitting on the thawed patches.
Hello! You are welcome! Important ones walk around, gleam with a tight feather, pick the earth with their noses: worms and larvae are dragged from it.
And soon after them both larks and starlings flew in, filled with songs.
Zinka rings with joy, chokes:
- Zing-zing-na! Zin-zin-na! Spring is upon us! Spring is upon us! Spring is upon us!
So with this song I flew to the Old Sparrow. And he said to her:
- Yes. This is the month of March. The rooks have arrived, which means that spring has really begun. Spring starts in the field. Now fly to the river.

April

Zinka flew to the river.
He flies over the field, he flies over the meadow, he hears: everywhere the streams sing. Streams are singing, streams are running, - everyone is going to the river.
She flew to the river, and the river is terrible: the ice turned blue on it, water protrudes near the banks. Zinka sees: every day, more streams run to the river.
A stream will make its way along the ravine imperceptibly under the snow and from the shore - jump into the river! And soon a lot of streams, streams and streams crowded into the river - they hid under the ice.
Then a thin black-and-white bird flew in, runs along the shore, shakes its long tail, squeaks:
- Pi-lik! Pi-lik!
- What are you squeaking! - asks Zinka. - Why are you waving your tail?
- Pi-lik! - answers a thin bird. - Don't you know my name? Icebreaker. Now I’ll swing my tail, and as soon as I crack it on the ice, the ice will burst, and the river will flow.
- Well, yes! - Zinka did not believe. - Boasting.
- Ah well! says the little bird. - Pi-lik!
And let's swing the ponytail even more.
Then suddenly it thumps somewhere up the river, as if from a cannon! The icebreaker fluttered - and with a fright, it waved its wings so that in one minute it disappeared from sight.
And Zinka sees: the ice cracked like glass. These are streams - all that ran into the river - as they strained, pressed from below - the ice burst. It burst and broke up into ice floes, large and small.
The river has gone. She went and went, and no one could stop her. Ice floes rocked on it, swam, ran, circled each other, and those on the side were pushed ashore.
At that moment, every water bird swooped in, as if somewhere nearby, around the corner, were waiting: ducks, gulls, sandpipers. And, lo and behold, the Icebreaker returned, mincing along the shore with its little legs, shaking its tail.
Everyone is squealing, shouting, having fun. Who catches a fish, dives into the water after it, who pokes his nose into the mud, looking for something there, who catches flies over the shore.
- Zin-zin-ho! Zin-zin-ho! Ice drift, ice drift! - Zinka sang. And she flew off to tell Old Sparrow what she had seen on the river. And the old Sparrow said to her: - You see: first spring comes to the field, and then to the river. Remember: the month in which our rivers are freed from ice is called April. And now fly back to the forest: you will see what will happen there.
And Zinka quickly flew into the forest.

The forest was still full of snow. He hid under bushes and trees, and it was difficult for the sun to reach him there. The rye sown since autumn had long since turned green in the field, but the forest was still bare.
But it was already fun in it, not like in winter. Many different birds flew in, and they all fluttered between the trees, jumped on the ground and sang - they sang on the branches, on the tops of the trees and in the air.
The sun now rose very early, went to bed late, and shone so diligently on everyone on earth and warmed them so much that it became easy to live. Titmouse no longer had to take care of the lodging for the night: if he finds a free hollow - well, he doesn’t find it - and so he will spend the night somewhere on a branch or in a thicket.
And once in the evening it seemed to her that the forest was in fog. A light greenish fog enveloped all the birches, aspens, and alders. And when the next day the sun rose over the forest, on every birch, on every branch, little green fingers seemed to appear: it was the leaves that began to bloom.
This is where the forest festival began.
The nightingale whistled and chirped in the bushes.
Frogs purred and croaked in every puddle. Trees and lilies of the valley bloomed. May beetles buzzed between the branches. Butterflies fluttered from flower to flower. The cuckoo chirped loudly.
Zinka’s friend, the red-capped woodpecker, didn’t grieve that he couldn’t sing: he would find a drier twig and drum on it so famously with his nose that a ringing drum roll was heard throughout the forest.
And wild pigeons rose high above the forest and did dizzying tricks and dead loops in the air. Everyone had fun in their own way, as best they could.
Zinka was curious about everything. Zinka kept pace everywhere and rejoiced along with everyone.
In the mornings, at dawn, Zinka heard someone's loud cries, as if someone was blowing trumpets somewhere beyond the forest. She flew in that direction and now she sees: a swamp, moss and moss, and pines grow on it.
And they walk in the swamp like that big birds, which Zinka had never seen before - straight from rams in height, and their necks are long, long. Suddenly they raised their necks like trumpets, and how they trumpeted, how they thundered:
- Trrr-rru-u! Trrr-rr!
Completely stunned the titmouse. Then one spread his wings and his fluffy tail, bowed to the ground to his neighbors, and suddenly began to dance: he trotted, trotted his legs and went in a circle, all in a circle; then he will throw out one leg, then the other, then he will bow, then he will jump, then he will squat - scream!
And others look at him, gathered around, flapping their wings at once. There was no one to ask Zinka in the forest what kind of giant birds they were, and she flew to the city to the Old Sparrow.
And Old Sparrow said to her:
- These are cranes; birds are serious, respectable, and now you see what they are doing. Because it is that the merry month of May has come, and the forest is dressed, and all the flowers are blooming, and all the birds are singing. The sun now warmed everyone and gave bright joy to everyone.

About starlings V.A. Soloukhin

Soon the white blizzard will end
Blue streams will flow.
All birdhouses towards the south
They pricked up their windows.

Due to the ancient customs of the local
We prepare homes for singers.
Over the seas native birdhouses
Be sure to dream of starlings ...

birdie A.S. Pushkin

In a foreign land I sacredly observe
Native custom of antiquity:
I release the bird
At the bright holiday of spring.

I became available for consolation;
Why should I grumble at God,
When at least one creature
I could give freedom!

* To grumble - to be offended, to express dissatisfaction.

A.N. Pleshcheev

The grass is green
The sun shines;
Swallow with spring
It flies to us in the canopy.
With her the sun is more beautiful
And spring is sweeter ...
Chirp out of the way
Hello to us soon!
I will give you grains
And you sing a song
What from distant countries
Brought along…

birdie F. Tumansky

Yesterday I dissolved the dungeon
My air prisoner:
I returned the singer to the groves,
I returned freedom to her.

She disappeared drowning
In the glow of a blue day
And so she sang, flying away,
Like praying for me.

A.N. Pleshcheev

Warm spring day.
The sun is shining
Bird, flooding
It beckons everyone in the field.

Streets, boulevards
Messed up the people
motley crowds
Goes out of town.

holiday faces
They look joyfully;
Rare, rarely seen
An unhappy look.

Life is good for everyone
So easy it's not
The crowd is smart
No worries, no troubles...

A.N. Maykov

Spring! The first frame is exposed -
And noise broke into the room,
And the blessing of the nearby temple,
And the talk of the people, and the sound of the wheel.

I breathed life and will into my soul:
There - the blue distance is visible ...
And I want to be in the field, in the wide field,
Where, marching, spring pours flowers!

April S.Ya. Marshak

April! April!
Drops are ringing in the yard.
Streams run through the fields
Puddles on the roads.
Ants coming soon
After the winter cold.
Bear sneaks
Through thick deadwood.
The birds began to sing songs
And the snowdrop blossomed.

Music section publications

Spring playlist

We got up early today.
We can't sleep tonight!
They say the starlings are back!
They say it's spring!
Guide Lagzdyn. March

In the spring inspired many talented people. Poets sang of her beauty with words, artists tried to capture the riot of her colors with a brush, and musicians tried to convey her gentle sound more than once. Kultura.RF remembers Russian composers who dedicated their works to spring.

Pyotr Tchaikovsky, The Seasons. Spring"

Konstantin Yuon. March sun. 1915. State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

Spring performed by the outstanding Russian composer is revealed in three of the twelve scenes of the piano cycle "The Seasons".

The idea of creating musical seasons was not new. Long before Pyotr Tchaikovsky, such sketches were created by the Italian maestro Antonio Vivaldi and the Austrian composer Joseph Haydn. But if the European masters created a seasonal picture of nature, then Tchaikovsky devoted a separate theme to each month.

Touching musical sketches were not originally a spontaneous manifestation of Tchaikovsky's love for nature. The idea of the cycle belonged to Nicholas Bernard, editor of the Nuvellist magazine. It was he who commissioned it to the composer for a collection in which musical works were accompanied by poems - including those of Apollo Maykov and Afanasy Fet. The spring months were represented by the paintings “March. Song of the Lark”, “April. Snowdrop" and "May. White Nights".

Tchaikovsky's spring turned out to be lyrical and at the same time bright in sound. Exactly the same as the author once wrote about her in a letter to Nadezhda von Meck: “I love our winter, long, stubborn. You can’t wait until fasting comes, and with it the first signs of spring. But what a magic our spring is with its suddenness, its magnificent strength!.

Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, The Snow Maiden

Isaac Levitan. March. 1895. State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

The plot of a spring fairy tale, familiar to many since childhood, has acquired a musical form thanks to an interesting combination of circumstances. Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov got acquainted with Alexander Ostrovsky's fairy tale in 1874, but it made a "strange" impression on the composer.

Only five years later, as the author himself recalled in his memoirs "Chronicles to my musical life", he "saw the sight of her amazing beauty." Having received Ostrovsky's permission to use the plot of his play, the composer wrote his famous opera in three summer months.

In 1882, the opera The Snow Maiden in four acts premiered at the Mariinsky Theatre. Ostrovsky highly appreciated the work of Rimsky-Korsakov, noting that he could never imagine "more appropriate and vividly expressing all the poetry of the pagan cult" music for his work. The images of the young daughter of Frost and Spring, the shepherd Lel and Tsar Berendey turned out so vivid that the composer himself called The Snow Maiden "his best work."

To understand how Rimsky-Korsakov saw spring, one should listen to the beginning of the Prologue and the Fourth Act of his opera.

Sergei Rachmaninov, "Spring Waters"

Arkhip Kuindzhi. Early spring. 1890–1895 Kharkov Art Museum.

Snow is still whitening in the fields,
And water
already in the spring they make noise -
run
and wake up the sleepy shore,
run
and they shine and they say ...
They are
they all say:
"Spring
it's coming, spring is coming!
We are young
spring messengers,
She is
sent us ahead!
Fedor Tyutchev

It was these lines of Fyodor Tyutchev that formed the basis of the romance of the same name by Sergei Rachmaninov "Spring Waters". Written in 1896, the romance completed the early period of the composer's work, still filled with romantic traditions and lightness of content.

The impetuous and seething sound of Rachmaninov's spring corresponded to the mood of the era: to late XIX century, after the dominance of critical realism and censorship in the second half of the century, society was awakening, revolutionary movement, and in the public mind there was anxiety associated with the imminent entry into a new era.

Alexander Glazunov, "Seasons: Spring"

Boris Kustodiev. Spring. 1921. Art Gallery of the Generations Foundation. Khanty-Mansiysk.

In February 1900, the allegorical ballet The Seasons premiered at the Mariinsky Theatre, in which the eternal story of the life of Nature unfolded - from awakening after a long winter sleep to fading into an autumn waltz of leaves and snow.

The musical accompaniment of the idea of Ivan Vsevolozhsky was the work of Alexander Glazunov, who at that time was a famous and respected musician. Together with his teacher Nikolai Rimsky-Korsakov, he restored and completed Alexander Borodin's opera Prince Igor, made his debut at the World Exhibition in Paris, and wrote the music for the ballet Raymonda.

The plot of The Four Seasons was created by Glazunov based on his own symphonic painting Spring, which he painted nine years earlier. In it, spring turned to the Zephyr wind for help in order to drive away winter and surround everything around with love and warmth.

Symphonic picture "Spring"

Igor Stravinsky, The Rite of Spring

Nicholas Roerich. Set design for the ballet The Rite of Spring. 1910. Nicholas Roerich Museum, New York, USA

Another "spring" ballet belongs to another student of Rimsky-Korsakov - Igor Stravinsky. As the composer wrote in his memoirs “The Chronicle of My Life”, one day a picture of pagan rituals and a girl who sacrificed her beauty and life in the name of awakening the sacred spring suddenly appeared in his imagination.

He shared his idea with stage designer Nicholas Roerich, who was also passionate about Slavic traditions, and entrepreneur Sergei Diaghilev.

It was within the framework of the Russian Seasons of Diaghilev in Paris in May 1913 that the premiere of the ballet took place. The public did not accept pagan dances and condemned "barbarian music". The staging failed.

The composer later described the main idea of the ballet in the article “What I wanted to express in The Rite of Spring”: « bright resurrection nature, which is reborn to new life, the resurrection is complete, the spontaneous resurrection of the conception of the world ". And this wildness is really felt in the magical expression of Stravinsky's music, full of primordial human feelings and natural rhythms.

100 years later, in the same theater on the Champs Elysees, where The Rite of Spring was booed, the troupe and orchestra of the Mariinsky Theater performed this opera - this time with a full house.

Part one "Kiss of the Earth". "Spring round dances"

Dmitry Kabalevsky, "Spring"

Igor Grabar. March snow. 1904. State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

In the work of Dmitry Kabalevsky, a classic of the Soviet musical school, a public figure and teacher, the motives of spring were encountered more than once. For example, spring notes sound throughout the entire operetta "Spring Sings", staged for the first time in November 1957 on the stage of the Moscow Operetta Theater. The famously twisted plot of the work in three acts was dedicated to the Soviet spring, the symbol of which was October Revolution. The aria of the main character “Spring Again” summed up the main idea of the composer: happiness is earned only by struggle.

Three years later, Dmitry Kabalevsky dedicated another work to this season - the symphonic poem "Spring", which is centered around the sounds of awakening nature.

Symphonic poem "Spring", op. 65 (1960)

Georgy Sviridov, "Spring Cantata"

Vasily Baksheev. Blue spring. 1930. State Tretyakov Gallery, Moscow

The work of Georgy Sviridov is one of the main symbols of the Soviet musical era. His suite "Time Forward" and illustrations for Pushkin's "Snowstorm" have long become classics of world culture.

The composer turned to the theme of spring in 1972: he composed the Spring Cantata, inspired by Nikolai Nekrasov’s poem “Who Lives Well in Russia”. This work was a kind of reflection on the choice of the spiritual path of Russia, but Sviridov did not deprive him of Nekrasov's inherent poetic admiration for the beauty of Russian nature. For example, the composer saved the following lines in Cantata:

Spring has begun
The birch blossomed
As we went home...
ok light
In the world of God!
Okay, easy
Clear to the heart.
Nikolai Nekrasov

The instrumental part of the cantata "Bells and Horns" has a special mood:

Spring came. Warm days have arrived. nature woke up hibernation. Buds swell on the trees, young grass breaks through, the first ones bloom. The birds began to sing their songs more cheerfully, it became affectionate, warm and gives us a good mood.

March can still be cold, but still, spring is stubbornly fighting winter. Spring way! Spring to be!

Tell the kids about spring

Go out with your child for a walk more often, make different discoveries in the spring. Let the child fall in love with spring, feel the spring breeze, the smell of herbs and flowers, admire the first sticky leaves.

In the spring there are changes in nature. Tell the children about this. Pay attention that the sun has already risen higher, it is dazzlingly shining, the day is lengthening. Look at the sky. Ask the child what the sky was like in winter and what it is now. In winter the sky was gray, but now it's blue. You can see clouds in the sky, which sometimes the wind drives. Consider clouds. Find similarities with animals with your baby: what clouds look like. This is a very exciting activity.

If you still have snow, watch how it melts and small streams run. Listen with your baby to how he murmurs. See where the stream runs? Children love to play near streams: they launch paper boats, nutshells, tree bark. It's very fun and interesting!

See how the buds swell on the trees. We cut a branch of cherry and lilac and watched the buds open. Admire the first snowdrops with your children. You can tell them the legend of Spring and the snowdrop. .)

A. N. Tolstoy "Spring has come"

MM. Prishvin "Spring miniatures"

I. S. Sokolov-Mikitov "Spring"

V. Suteev "Spring"

"How spring overcame winter" - Russian folk tale

L.F. Voronkov "New galoshes", as well as the stories of Bianchi, N. Sladkov, G. Skrebitsky about nature, about animals. Yulia and I read little stories about animals. She really likes it. He listens with great pleasure.

Spring stories. L. Pestin

STARLING

The air is still and cool. Light frost. There are grains of ice on last year's sheet, thin ice gleams in the ruts. It seems that spring has stopped on the threshold, and winter does not want to leave - it would be goodbye to pass through the earth with blizzards!

I am going through the grove. Quiet. Suddenly, a starling flew down from a tree straight onto the road. He shook himself, fluffed himself up and quickly jumped on the frost-bound ground, as if he wanted to say:

And here we are!

FIRST

He was born in the morning. He parted last year's foliage, looked out and froze, surprised: there was snow all around.

It's cold here, - the willow said to the snowdrop. - I would sit in the ground, it's warmer there. Upstart!

And the snowdrop spread its petals and reached up. He was the first. He went to investigate.

snowdrops,

In the forest, in the copses and groves, snow still hides here and there. Snowdrops appeared on the thawed patches. And some broke through a thin layer of snow, looked out, turned blue: once, life goes on.

CREEK

The stream was born in the forest. I broke out into a spacious meadow and, joyfully. murmuring like spring, he ran to the river. Young grass grew green around her. Every day she became thicker. Then dandelions sparkled in it with golden splashes.

The waters have gone. Dry stream. But in the place where he had once fled, life went on. Flowers bloomed and grass grew.

FOR ALL

Sunny spring bunnies on the windowsill. The girl catches them with her hand.

Vasya, why is the sun running away? - she asks her brother.

Because the sun is for everyone, - the boy answers.

FRIENDS

There are three oak trees in the grove through which I walk: two of them support the third. He was broken by the wind and fell on the branches of neighboring oak trees, and so he remained standing, leaning on them. I look at the oak trees and think: "So it happens with people."

DEW

Shining, smiling spring sun. And as if responding to a smile, everything around sparkles. Trees drop diamond drops.

It's dew, granddaughter.

No, grandfather, it's the trees that cry. From happiness. Spring, after all, says the grandson, sitting down to his grandfather.

Watch videos and listen to the sounds of nature in spring. They are very soothing.

Read works about spring to children, rejoice with them in the beauty of nature, love and respect your loved ones. Health to you and spring mood!

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A selection of children's books about spring.

"Spring is red, what did you come on?" Encyclopedia of children's folklore

Publisher: White City
Series: My first book

Each season has its own beauty, its own characteristics. Winter gives us lush snow, clear ice, invigorating frosts. Spring pleases with ringing drops, bright sun. Mushroom, berry rushes to replace spring, warm summer. And then a generous autumn will give and feed everyone. Since ancient times, the change of seasons has been celebrated by the people with special holidays and rituals. Seeing off winter (Maslenitsa), a meeting of spring were arranged; summer holiday - birch curling (Semik); autumn harvest festival (dozhinki) and others.

Calendar songs, fairy tales and tunes to them, included in the book, were collected by musicologist-folklorist, member of the Union of Composers of Russia Georgy Markovich Naumenko for thirty years in folklore expeditions in Ivanovo, Kostroma, Vologda, Arkhangelsk, Smolensk, Kursk, Bryansk, Ryazan and other regions . The book has a great artistic, historical, educational value. It is of interest to a wide range of readers and can be used as one of the teaching aids to the courses "Introduction to Ethnology" and "The World of Folk Culture", designed for elementary and high school, as well as the "Heritage" program for working with children of preschool age.
Collected and processed by Georgy Markovich Naumenko.

V. Bianchi "Santa Claus and Spring"

Artist: A. Aseev
Publisher: ENAS-KNIGA
Series: New old books

The book contains two fairy tales by Vitaly Bianchi (1894-1959) about how forest animals live in the snowy winter season under the rule of Santa Claus and how they rejoice at the arrival of the warm beauty of Spring. The heroes of fairy tales, the inhabitants of the forest seem to come to life on the pages of the book in the illustrations of Andrey Aseev.

I. Sokolov-Mikitov "Spring in the forest"

Artist: G. Nikolsky
Publisher: Speech
Series: Mom's favorite book

Happy and noisy spring forest. Frisky brooks ring under the trees, cranes chirp in the swamp, capercaillie sing on the lek, singing thrushes are flooded on the trees ... Writer I. Sokolov-Mikitov and artist G. Nikolsky told readers about the spring chores of forest animals and birds.

R. S. Berner "Spring Book"

Publisher: Samokat
Series: Town

I really like this book with good illustrations, a lot of small details, you can look at and talk with a child about the book endlessly. It is very interesting to come up with different stories about the characters in the book.

"spring book"acquaints novice readers with all the inhabitants of the Town - people and animals. These books will tell many interesting stories that happened on the streets of the Borough one spring. Susanne Berner's Rotrout picture books have become bestsellers in many countries around the world from Japan to the Faroe Islands. And there is no doubt that the kind, sympathetic and inquisitive characters of these original books will be loved in Russia too.

There is also a coloring book based on the book.

I. Gunilla "Spring Bear Bruno"

Artist: I. Gunilla
Publisher: Melik-Pashaev

Bear Bruno and his dog Lolla are the heroes of 4 picture books created by contemporary Swedish artist Gunilla Ingves. Each book is dedicated to one of the seasons - winter, spring, summer and autumn - and it describes one day in the life of the characters, filled with activities and entertainment "in season".
In the book "Spring of the Bruno Bears", a bear and a dog go for a walk in the morning to see what has changed in nature with the onset of spring. They watch how birds build nests and hatch chicks, how young grass breaks through last year's foliage, how insects wake up. They learn to distinguish by the voices of songbirds - a lark, a woodpecker, an owl, plant seedlings and do spring cleaning in the house. The day turns out to be very eventful and covers all the main spring omens, worries and daily activities. Everything that Bruno and Lolla see and do, we can see and do every spring - in the country, in the park, during a country walk.
main story The books "frame" notes from the diary of Mishka Bruno's observations, which are placed at the beginning and at the end of the book. They contain many sketches and informative information from the world. surrounding nature certain time of the year. The first spread of the diary is devoted to birds: what they look like and how they sing, what nests are made of and how chicks are bred. The second one tells in detail about how to plant seedlings, how a seed sprouts in the ground, how the first snowdrops look like.
Books from the series about Bruno's bears can be called a practical encyclopedia of the seasons for children 3-6 years old. With delicate illustrations in pastel colors, lots of details to look at on every page, and charming main characters.

"Song of the brook" ed. Ranok

The book as a whole is good, beautiful delicate watercolor drawings, poems and stories of Russian classics about spring, although 3 works do not fit into the theme of "Spring" at all, which slightly spoils the impression of this book.