Do you hear what kind of music rattles in the forest?

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

Maybe that's the way it is: after all, everyone loves music, and everyone wants to sing. But not everyone has a voice.

The frogs on the lake started at night.

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

“Kva-ah-ah-ah-ah! ..” - air went out of them in one breath.

A stork from the village heard them. Rejoiced.

Whole choir! I'll have something to eat!

And flew to the lake for breakfast.

Arrived and sat on the beach. Sat down and thinks:

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

He raised his long beak, rattled, crackled one half of it against the other - now quieter, then louder, then less often, then more often: a wooden ratchet crackles, and nothing more!

I got so excited that I forgot about my breakfast.

And Bittern stood on one leg in the reeds, listening and thinking:

And came up with:

"Let me play on the water!"

She put her beak into the lake, scored full of water Yes, how it blows in the beak! A loud rumble went across the lake:

"Prumb-boo-boo-boom! .." - like a bull bellowed.

"That's the song! - thought the Woodpecker, hearing Bittern from the forest. “I will find a tool: why is a tree not a drum, but why is my nose not a stick?”

He rested his tail, leaned back, swung his head - how he would peck a branch with his nose!

Just like a drum roll.

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

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

The barbel squeaks, but all in vain: no one hears his squeak. He worked his neck - but he himself is pleased with his song.

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

It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with veiny hard wings, as if a string is buzzing.

The song of the bumblebee awakened the green locust in the grass.

The Locust began to tune the violins. She has violins on her wings, and instead of bows she has long hind legs with columns back. There is a notch on the wings, and hooks on the legs.

The Locust rubs itself with legs on the sides, touches the hooks with notches - it chirps.

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

“Oh,” thinks the long-nosed Snipe under a bump, “I need to sing too! Just what? My throat is not good, my nose is not good, my neck is not good, my wings are not good, my paws are not good ... Eh! I wasn’t there - I’ll fly, I won’t be silent, I’ll scream with something!

Jumped out from under the bumps, soared, flew under the very clouds. The tail opened 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. It cuts the air with its head, and in its tail it has thin, narrow feathers sorted by the wind.

And it is heard from the ground: as if in the heights a lamb sang, bleated.

And this is Bekas.

Give me what he sings?

Lesson topic: Vitaly Bianchi "Who sings with what?»

Target: To create conditions for the study of the content of the book by V.V. Bianchi “Who sings with what?”

Tasks:

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

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

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

amphibians, birds, insects

Develop the skills and abilities of oral speech, literate, expressive

reading, retelling

Learn to make simple assumptions, build hypotheses,

develop the ability to compare and draw conclusions.

Equipment : computer, task cards, crossword, pictures

During the classes:

1 .Organizing time.

Now the bell has rung
It's time for us to start the lesson

Teacher: Well, you're not tired

Children: Not!

For those who are busy.

Just never get bored!

Quietly sat down, backs straight

I see our class anywhere,

Well, let's start, lesson friends!

2. Definition of the topic, setting goals.

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

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

Guys, let's listen. Do you hear anything? Not? And I hear. Our class became very quiet. It was we who quietly made our way into the forest and this is what we heard there.

(Birdsong).

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

The inhabitants of the forest, as well as people can sing. Only some have a beautiful voice, while others do not. For example, the lark, nightingale, canary, goldfinch birds have a beautiful voice and we are pleased to listen 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 read the text with buzzing reading)

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 early began to take it with him to the forest. Father called every blade of grass, every bird and animal by name, patronymic and

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

Vitaly Bianchi started writing for children at the age of 28. For 30 years, he has written more than 120 books for children, which included approximately 300 works of stories, fairy tales, novels. Vitaly Valentinovich Bianchi wrote: “I have always tried to write my fairy tales and stories in such a way that they

available to adults as well. And now I realized that all my life I have been writing for adults who have kept a child in their souls.

The main theme of Vitaliy Bianchi's works is the forest and its inhabitants. FROM big love writes about animals, birds. He traveled a lot, watched 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 for 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 heading “Who sings what?”

The title is not just words.

These words are everything!

What could a text with this title be about?

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

Set a goal for the lesson. Complete the sentences:
To know… . Learn about what animals sing
To study…. Learn to read correctly.
Define…. Determine the main idea of ​​the piece
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? (info about frogs)

The student talks about frogs.

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

Reading about the stork. Pause.

And who heard the song of the frog? Why did he fly to the swamp?

(Breakfast, I will have something to profit from)

–Why did he forget about breakfast?

(I got carried away with my song).

Why does Bianchi say this about the singing of the stork: “A wooden rattle crackles”? (information about storks)

The student talks about storks.

Storks really like to settle next to a person, near villages and farms. Why? Yes, because there are more insects in the fields cultivated by man, there are mice near the dwelling, and lizards in the meadows. Storks arrive in our region at the end of March, at the beginning of April. Males arrive first, choosing a nest site. Males often fight each other over the nest. Soon the females will arrive. Storks lay from 1 to 7 eggs and incubate them in turn: 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 song of the stork?

– How does she sing?

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

The student talks about the bittern

Bittern big 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 soft. Big Bittern watchful night bird. characteristic feature The Big Bittern is its ability to hide in the reeds, while the bird stretches out like a stick and freezes motionless. The bittern's coloration makes it completely invisible.

Drink food is small fish, amphibians, invertebrates and a small amount of plants.

Woodpecker

Bug

What does the beetle sing about?

Bumblebee

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

locust

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

The student talks about the locust

A gregarious insect flying in huge masses, a pest of agriculture, leaves behind a deserted, dead space.

Snipe

Why did Bekas not join the general choir for so long?(nothing to sing)

– What did Bekas sing?(tail)

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

At the male snipe rises to a height of up to 100 m and then rapidly 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 the Frogs sing?

Who knocked, crackled? (stork)

Who is playing on the water? (bittern)

Who has a nose drumstick? (woodpecker)

How does a barbel beetle squeak?

How does Bumblebee sing?

Who began to adjust violins?

How does Bekas sing? (locust)

-Which song did you like the most?

Game (physical minute) "Flies, does not fly"

(flies - we wave our hands, does not fly - we stand)

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

4. Work in a group (guess the animal)

Animal Complaints.

1. “I myself know that I am not beautiful. Get close, many shy away. And then they will throw a stone or kick you. For what? Not everyone can be beautiful. And here's a big benefit for me. After all, I save a whole garden from caterpillars and worms. I eat harmful bugs, sometimes small shrews and voles become prey - crop enemies. And how much of me goes to mosquitoes, which you guys, oh how you don’t like, but they vice versa- very tasty! And if you bring me to a house where cockroaches are bred, they will quickly disappear. Guess who I am? (Toad).

2. “Oh, and people don't like me! They don't like my voice and my eyes, they say, are ugly. They think I bring trouble. Is that so? If not for me, then many would have to sit without bread. After all, I destroy thousands of voles over the summer, 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 is nothing to make me look like a monster and scare the children with me ... Smart people I am respected and appreciated. They call me the symbol of wisdom, and it is not for nothing that my portrait adorns the emblem very much. 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 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 are of great benefit by destroying harmful insects. They clear the area of ​​malarial mosquitoes. For an 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 the wings. And when we are touched by the 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, do not offend us!

(Butterflies) Butterflies not only decorate our fields and meadows, but also benefit people. For example, butterflies silkworm give people the finest threads from which natural silk is obtained.

5 . I am fast and agile with a fluffy tail.

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

My character is thrifty - I'm getting ready for winter.

I love nuts, berries - they are enough for the whole family.

Who am I?(Squirrel)

I am 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 the habitable places. On the way, many die from the teeth of predators and from the hands of man. We are killed because of the beautiful fur. And how many of my relatives are dying in forest fires! Stop, man, take care of all living things!

6. And how badly we live - nowhere worse, although you can hardly see us, but only hear a thin voice. Everyone strives to offend us. But we are useful. Our larvae, which we lay in the water, feed on fish and various aquatic animals. But everyone is shrugging us off, trying to kill us. Although we do not bite, we simply pierce human skin with a proboscis to drink a drop of blood, which is necessary for the female. Only then will she be able to lay the testicles from which our children hatch.(mosquitoes)

Group performance.

- What words from the text helped you guess?

5. V. Bianchi's test “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 the ears and sang: “Kva-ah-ah-ah-ah!”?

A) Frogs B) Locusts C) Lizards

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

A) Snipe B) Falcon C) Owl

4. Who sings like drumming on wood?

A) Klest B) Woodpecker C) Owl

5. Who sings like a bull is roaring "Prumb-boo-boo-boom!"?

A) Stork B) Bittern C) Owl

6. Who sings like 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. What group of animals is not mentioned in the book "Who Sings with What?"

A) Insects B) Birds C) Reptiles

9. Who sings with his neck?

A) beetle B) fly C) mosquito
10. How does a bumblebee sing?

A) legs B) antennae C) wings

Self-test.

6.Result .

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

What surprised you?

What interested?

What is the main idea of ​​the piece?

7. Reflection (traffic light)

I liked working in class.

It was difficult for me.

I have gaps in my knowledge.

8. Homework.

A retelling of a favorite passage from the work.

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

Drawing of the hero you like

/ Bianchi, Who sings with what?

Bianchi, Who sings with what?

Bianki Vitaly Valentinovich. Spring 2 +

Audio fairy tale about animals by Vitaly Bianchi "Who sings with what?" tells us about what and how the voiceless inhabitants of forests, swamps, rivers and fields sing. "The frogs on the lake started from the night. They blew bubbles behind their ears, stuck their heads out of the water, opened their mouths. "Kwa-a-a-a-a!" - air went out of them in one breath ...
The stork... He lifted his long beak, clattered, rattled one half of it against the other, now quieter, now louder, now less often, now more often: a wooden ratchet crackles, and nothing more!..
Bittern ... came up with: "Let me play on the water!" She put her beak into the lake, took it full of water, and how she blew into her beak! a loud rumble went across the lake: "Prumb-boo-boo-boom!" ... - like a bull roared ...
Woodpecker ... - Why is a tree not a drum, and my nose is not a stick? - He rested his tail, leaned back, swung his head - how he would hammer his nose on a branch! Just like a drum roll...
Beetle with long whiskers. He twisted, twisted his head, his stiff neck creaked - a thin, thin squeak was heard ... He worked his neck - but he himself was pleased with his song ...
a Bumblebee crawled out ... It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with veiny hard wings, as if a string is buzzing ...
The 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. On the wings there is a notch, and on the legs there are hooks. The Locust rubs itself with legs on the sides, touches the hooks with notches - it chirps. There are many locusts in the meadow: a whole string orchestra.
“Oh,” thinks the long-legged Snipe under a bump, “I need to sing too! .. I’ll fly, I won’t be silent, I’ll scream with something!” ... flew under the very clouds. The tail opened 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. It cuts the air with its head, and in the tail it has thin, narrow feathers sorted out by the wind. And it is heard from the ground: as if in the heights a lamb sang, bleated. And this Bekas... sings... with his tail!"

Information for parents: The instructive tale "Who sings with what" will tell you about how and what songs different birds sing. Even if their songs are not always beautiful and melodic, but from the bottom of a small heart. This fairy tale was written by Vitaliy Bianchi. short tale"Who sings with what" will be interesting for children from 2 to 5 years old. It can be read at night.

Read a fairy tale Who sings what

Do you hear what kind of music rattles in the forest?

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

Maybe that's the way it is: after all, everyone loves music, and everyone wants to sing. But not everyone has a voice.

The frogs on the lake started at night.

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

“Kva-ah-ah-ah-ah! ..” - air went out of them in one breath.
A stork from the village heard them. Rejoiced.

Whole choir! I'll have something to eat!
And flew to the lake for breakfast.
Arrived and sat on the beach. Sat down and thinks:

“Am I worse than a frog? They sing without a voice. Let me try."
He raised his long beak, rattled, crackled one half of it against the other - now quieter, then louder, then less often, then more often: a wooden ratchet crackles, and nothing more!

I got so excited that I forgot about my breakfast.
And Bittern stood on one leg in the reeds, listening and thinking:

And came up with:

"Let me play on the water!"

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

"Prumb-boo-boo-boom! .." - like a bull bellowed.
"That's the song! - thought the Woodpecker, hearing Bittern from the forest. “I will find a tool: why is a tree not a drum, but why is my nose not a stick?”

He rested his tail, leaned back, swung his head - how he would peck a branch with his nose!
Just like a drum roll.
A beetle with a long mustache crawled out from under the bark.

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

The barbel squeaks, but all in vain: no one hears his squeak. He worked his neck - but he himself is pleased with his song.
And below, under a tree, a Bumblebee crawled out of the nest and flew to sing in the meadow.

It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with veiny hard wings, as if a string is buzzing.

The song of the bumblebee awakened the green locust in the grass.

The Locust began to tune the violins. She has violins on her wings, and instead of bows she has long hind legs with columns back. There is a notch on the wings, and hooks on the legs.
The Locust rubs itself with legs on the sides, touches the hooks with notches - it chirps.

There are many locusts in the meadow: a whole string orchestra
“Oh,” thinks the long-nosed Snipe under a bump, “I need to sing too! Just what? My throat is not good, my nose is not good, my neck is not good, my wings are not good, my paws are not good ... Eh! I wasn’t there - I’ll fly, I won’t be silent, I’ll scream with something!
Jumped out from under the bumps, soared, flew under the very clouds. The tail opened 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. It cuts the air with its head, and in the tail it has thin, narrow feathers sorted out by the wind.

And it is heard from the ground: as if in the heights a lamb sang, bleated.

And this is Bekas.

Guess what he's singing?

Do you hear what kind of music rattles in the forest?

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

Maybe that's the way it is: after all, everyone loves music, and everyone wants to sing. But not everyone has a voice.

The frogs on the lake started at night.

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

“Kwa-ah-ah-ah-ah! ..” - air went out of them in one breath.

A stork from the village heard them. Rejoiced:

- A whole choir! I'll have something to eat!

And flew to the lake for breakfast.

Arrived and sat on the beach. Sat down and thinks:

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

He raised his long beak, rattled, cracked one half of it against the other, now quieter, now louder, now less often, then more often: a wooden ratchet crackles, and nothing more! I got so excited that I forgot about my breakfast.

And Bittern stood on one leg in the reeds, listening and thinking:

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

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

“Prumb-boo-boo-boom!” roared like a bull.

"That's the song! thought the Woodpecker, hearing Bittern from the forest. “I will find a tool: why is a tree not a drum, but why is my nose not a stick?”

He rested his tail, leaned back, swung his head - how he would peck a branch with his nose!

Just like a drum roll.

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

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

The barbel squeaks, but all in vain: no one hears his squeak. He worked his neck - but he himself is pleased with his song.

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

It circles around the flower in the meadow, buzzing with veiny hard wings, as if a string is buzzing.

The song of the bumblebee awakened the green locust in the grass.

The 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 with legs on the sides, touches the hooks with notches - it chirps.

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

“Oh,” thinks the long-nosed Snipe under a tussock, “I need to sing too! Just what? My throat is not good, my nose is not good, my neck is not good, my wings are not good, my paws are not good... Eh! I wasn’t there - I’ll fly, I won’t be silent, I’ll scream with something!

Jumped out from under the bumps, soared, flew under the very clouds. The tail opened 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. It cuts the air with its head, and in the tail it has thin, narrow feathers sorted out by the wind.

And it is heard from the ground: as if in the heights a lamb sang, bleated.

And this is Bekas.

Guess what he's singing? Tail!