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In the collection “Green Noise” by the famous Russian Soviet writer M.M. Prishvin (1873-1954) includes his most significant works, telling about meetings with interesting people, the beauty of Russian nature and the animal world of our country.
Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin
Khromka
I am sailing on a boat, and Khromka is swimming in the water behind me - my decoy hunting duck. This duck came out of the wild ducks, and now she serves me, a man, and with her duck cry she lures wild drakes into my hunting hut.
Wherever I swim, Khromka swims behind me. She’ll be doing something in the creek, I’ll hide around the corner from her, shout: “Khromka!”, and she’ll drop everything and fly up to my boat again. And again - where I go, she goes too.
Woe to us with this Khromka! When the ducklings hatched, we kept them in the kitchen for the first time. A rat sniffed it out, gnawed a hole in the corner and burst in. We ran to the duck's cry just at the time when the rat was dragging the duckling by the paw into its hole. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only our duckling's leg was left broken.
We put in a lot of work to heal the paw; They tied it up, bandaged it, soaked it, sprinkled it on it - nothing helped: the duckling remained lame forever.
Woe to the lame in a world of all kinds of animals and birds: they have something like a law - do not treat the sick, do not spare the weak, but kill. Their own ducks, their own chickens, turkeys, geese - everyone strives to poke Khromka. Geese were especially scary. And what seems to him, a giant, is such a trinket duckling - no, and the goose from its height strives to fall on the drop and flatten it like a steam hammer.
What a little mind a little lame duckling can have, but still he, in his head the size of a hazelnut, realized that his only salvation was in man.
And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless birds of all breeds want to take his life, and what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
And we truly fell in love with little Khromka.
We took her under our protection, and she began to follow us, and only us. And when she grew big, we didn’t need to trim her wings like other ducks. Other ducks, savages, considered the wild nature their homeland and always wanted to fly there. Khromka had nowhere to fly away from us.
The man's house became her home.
So Khromka came out into the public.
That is why now, when I sail on my boat to duck hunt, my duck itself swims after me. It falls behind, gets off the water and flies up. He’ll fish in the creek, I’ll turn behind the bushes, hide, and just shout: “Khromka!” - I see my bird flying towards me.
The main character of the story is a duck whose leg was broken by rats. Therefore, poor Khromka did not fly away, but stayed to live with people. This story is filled with kindness and compassion. The author writes about friendship between humans and animals, about true affection.
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I am sailing on a boat, and Khromka is swimming in the water behind me - my decoy hunting duck. This duck came out of the wild ducks, and now she serves me, a man, and with her duck cry she lures wild drakes into my hunting hut.
Wherever I swim, Khromka swims behind me. If she’s doing something in the creek, I’ll hide around the corner from her and shout:
“Limp!” - and she drops everything and flies up to my boat again. And again: where I go, she goes too.
Woe to us with this Khromka! When the ducklings hatched, we kept them in the kitchen for the first time. A rat sniffed it out, gnawed a hole in the corner and burst in. We ran to the duck's cry just at the time when the rat was dragging the duckling by the paw into its hole. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only our duckling's leg was left broken.
We put a lot of effort into healing the paw: we tied it up, bandaged it, soaked it, sprinkled it on it - nothing helped: the duckling remained lame forever.
Woe to the lame in a world of all kinds of animals and birds: they have something like a law - do not treat the sick, do not spare the weak, but kill. Their own ducks, their own chickens, turkeys, geese - everyone strives to poke Khromka. Geese were especially scary. And what seems to him, a giant, is such a trinket - a duckling - no, and the goose from its height strives to fall on the drop and flatten it like a steam hammer.
What kind of mind can a little lame duck have? But still, with his head the size of a hazelnut, he realized that his only salvation lay in man. And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless birds of all breeds want to take his life, and what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
And we truly fell in love with little Khromka.
We took her under our protection, and she began to follow us and only us. And when she grew big, we didn’t need to trim her wings like other ducks. Other ducks - savages - considered the wild nature their homeland and always wanted to fly there. Khromka had nowhere to fly away from us. The man's house became her home.
So Khromka came out into the public.
That is why now, when I sail on my boat to duck hunt, my duck itself swims after me. It will fall behind, take off from the water and fly up. He’ll fish in the creek, I’ll turn behind the bushes, hide and just shout:
“Khromka!”, I see my bird flying towards me.
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In the collection “Green Noise” by the famous Russian Soviet writer M.M. Prishvin (1873–1954) includes his most significant works, telling about meetings with interesting people, the beauty of Russian nature and the animal world of our country.
Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin
Mikhail Mikhailovich Prishvin
I’m sailing on a boat, and Khromka, my decoy hunting duck, is swimming in the water behind me. This duck came out of the wild ducks, and now she serves me, a man, and with her duck cry she lures wild drakes into my hunting hut.
Wherever I swim, Khromka swims behind me. She’ll be doing something in the creek, I’ll hide around the corner from her, shout: “Khromka!”, and she’ll drop everything and fly up to my boat again. And again - where I go, she goes too.
Woe to us with this Khromka! When the ducklings hatched, we kept them in the kitchen for the first time. A rat sniffed it out, gnawed a hole in the corner and burst in. We ran to the duck's cry just at the time when the rat was dragging the duckling by the paw into its hole. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only our duckling's leg was left broken.
We put in a lot of work to heal the paw; They tied it up, bandaged it, soaked it, sprinkled it on it - nothing helped: the duckling remained lame forever.
Woe to the lame in a world of all kinds of animals and birds: they have something like a law - do not treat the sick, do not spare the weak, but kill. Their own ducks, their own chickens, turkeys, geese - everyone strives to poke Khromka. Geese were especially scary. And what seems to him like a giant is such a trinket duckling - no, and the goose from its height strives to fall on the drop and flatten it like a steam hammer.
What a little mind a little lame duckling can have, but still he, in his head the size of a hazelnut, realized that his only salvation was in man.
And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless birds of all breeds want to take his life, and what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
And we truly fell in love with little Khromka.
We took her under our protection, and she began to follow us, and only us. And when she grew big, we didn’t need to trim her wings like other ducks. Other ducks, savages, considered the wild nature their homeland and always wanted to fly there. Khromka had nowhere to fly away from us.
The man's house became her home.
So Khromka came out into the public.
That is why now, when I sail on my boat to duck hunt, my duck itself swims after me. It falls behind, gets off the water and flies up. He’ll fish in the creek, I’ll turn behind the bushes, hide, and just shout: “Khromka!” - I see my bird flying towards me.
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ABSTRACT
lesson literary reading
in 2nd grade
Teacher
Borovinskaya
Elena Viktorovna
Subject. M. Prishvin “Khromka”
Goals: educational: to improve the skill of reading aloud in whole words, to teach them to express and defend their point of view, their judgments about a work, to promote the development of learning and reading skills, to form in children an idea of M. Prishvin’s work, recreating the child’s imagination;
developing: promote the development of coherent oral speech in children, create conditions for the development of observation, and develop the ability to work in pairs;
educational: cultivate a love of books, instill an interest in oral folk art, contribute to the development of the ability to listen and hear each other, to respect.
Lesson type: lesson learning new knowledge.
Equipment: textbooks, portrait of Prishvin, text of the story, illustration by Khromka, words
Literature: 1. Literary reading. 2nd grade. Textbook for general education Institutions part 1. (L.F. Klimonova, V.G. Goretsky, M.V. Golovanova, etc.) – 4th ed. – M.: Education, 2013. – 224 p.: ill. – (School of Russia)
2 . www. kinderdergenii. ru - physical minute.
Lesson timing:
1.Organization of the beginning of the lesson
2.Check homework
3. Informing students about the topic and objectives of the lesson
7.Lesson summary
Lesson content
1.Organization of the beginning of the lesson
2. Checking homework
3.1 Informing students about the topic and objectives of the lesson.
4. Students’ perception and awareness of factual material
4.1 Vocabulary work.
4.2 Reading the text by the teacher.
4.3 Primary analysis works.
Fizminutka
5. Understanding knowledge, connections and dependencies between elements
5.1 Working on the text. Reading text by students.
5.2 Work on the story.
5.3 Creating a cluster.
5.4 Mood masks.
6. Generalization and systematization of knowledge
6.1 Work on the work. Selective reading.
6.2 Find the beginning of the line (work in pairs).
7.Lesson summary
8.Homework message
During the classes:
1.Organization of the beginning of the lesson
The call gave us a signal:
The time has come to work.
So let's not waste time
And we begin to work.
2.Checking homework
Open the textbook on page 146.
Let's look at the illustration that is given to us in the textbook.
Who do we see in this illustration? (owl, mice)
What time of day is shown in the illustration?
When you read the text, did you imagine just such an illustration?
Did the old man consider Owl his best friend? (no, why?
What did the wise owl warn the old man about? (about the fact that she will no longer catch mice from him)
Did he listen to her advice? (No)
Find in the text the moment when the owl speaks from the hollow.
Find and read the characters' dialogue to me.
Explain the fairy tale or story you read?
Why do you think so?
Well done boys
3.Motivation for schoolchildren’s learning
3.1 Reporting the topic and setting educational objectives.
And now, we can move on to the topic of our lesson. Now I will read you a poem that will talk about the topic of our lesson, your task is to listen to me carefully and after I read it, you tell me what this poem is about.
Packed up and flew
Ducks for a long journey.
Under the roots of an old spruce
A bear is making a den.
The hare dressed in white fur,
The bunny felt warm.
The squirrel carries it for a month
Store mushrooms in the hollow in reserve.
Wolves prowl in the dark night
For prey in the forests.
Between the bushes to the sleepy grouse
A fox sneaks in.
The nutcracker hides for the winter
The old moss nuts cleverly.
Wood grouse pinch the needles.
They came to us for the winter.
Northerners are bullfinches
- So what are we talking about in this poem? (about animals)
Guys, who knows any authors who wrote a story about animals?(Prishvin, Charushin, Zhidkov)
What kind of stories about animals by these authors do you know?
- Guys, which of you has any animal at home?
Tell us briefly about him(work with the ball) Okay guys! Well done.
Guys, you will find out which animal we will pay attention to in class today if you guess the riddles that I will read to you now. Let's listen carefully!
1. Amazing child2. She walks in the rain
Just got out of diapers, loves to pluck grass,
Can swim and dive, “Quack” screams, it’s all a joke,
Like his own mother. (Duckling) Well, of course, this is ... (duck)
Children solve riddles and name the hero of the work.
Well done boys.
Slide 1
And what was the name of the duckling, you can guess if in this word
Cross out the same letters.
WITHX IRO TM TYTO WITHA
Children guess the name “Khromka”.
Today we will get acquainted with a story called “Khromka”, which was written by the well-known animal writer M. Prishvin. Pay attention to the screen.
Slide 2
4. Students’ perception and awareness of factual material
Mikhail was born on January 23, 1873 in the village of Khrushchevo-Levshino, Oryol province, into a merchant family. His father inherited a rich inheritance, which he lost. Prishvin's mother was left alone with five children. Despite everything she was able to give them a good education. M. M. Prishvin wrote about nature and in defense of nature. He went big career path, have workedagronomist (this is the person who deals with the land, manages agricultural affairs) , folk teacher, botanist. A tireless traveler, he traveled to many places in the vast country of Russia, knew the north very well, Far East, Central Asia, Siberia. The writer had an excellent knowledge of nature. In his stories, even plants, animals and birds become alive.
Slide 3 Almost all of Prishvin’s works published during his lifetime are devoted to descriptions of his own impressions from encounters with nature; these descriptions are distinguished by the extraordinary beauty of their language. Konstantin Paustovsky called him “the singer of Russian nature,” Gorky said that Prishvin had “the perfect ability to give a flexible combination simple words almost physical perceptibility to everything.”
Slide 4 Died January 16, 1954, buried at Vvedenskoye Cemetery in Moscow
4.1 Vocabulary work
In order for you and me to work with the text, we need to become familiar with words unknown to us. Pay attention to the board.
The words are written on the board:
Backwater Kaplushka
Backwater – a small bay in a river or lake with a slow flow.
Kaplushka – very small.
Problematic question.
Why do you think the duckling was called Khromka? (Children's answers)
We will find out whether your predictions are correct or not when we read the work.
4.2 Teacher reading the text
Khromka
M. Prishvin
1 I'm sailing on a boat, and Khromka is swimming in the water behind me - my decoy hunting duck. This duck came out of the wild ducks, and now she serves me, a man, and with her duck cry she lures wild drakes into my hunting hut.
Wherever I swim, Khromka swims behind me. Will do somethingin the backwater I’ll hide around the corner from her and shout: “Khromka!” - and she drops everything and flies up to my boat again. And again: where I go, she goes too.
Woe to us with this Khromka! When the ducklings hatched, we kept them in the kitchen for the first time. A rat sniffed it out, gnawed a hole in the corner and burst in. We ran to the duck's cry just at the time when the rat was dragging the duckling by the paw into its hole. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only our duckling's leg was left broken.
2. We put a lot of effort into healing the paw: we tied it up, bandaged it, soaked it, sprinkled it on it - nothing helped: the duckling remained lame forever.
Woe to the lame in a world of all kinds of animals and birds: they have something like a law - do not treat the sick, do not spare the weak, but kill. Our own ducks, our own chickens, turkeys, geese - everythingstrive poke Khromka; Geese were especially scary. And what seems to him like a giant is such a trinket - a duckling - no, and the goose from its height strives to fall on the drop and flatten it like a steam hammer.
What kind of mind can a little lame duck have? But still, with his head the size of a hazelnut, he realized that his only salvation lay in man. And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless birds of all breeds want to take his life, and what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
And we truly fell in love with little Khromka.
3 We took her under our protection, and she began to follow us and only us. And when she grew big, we didn’t need to trim her wings like other ducks. Other ducks - savages - considered the wild nature their homeland and always strived; wanted to fly there. Khromka had nowhere to fly away from us. The man's house became her home.
So Khromka came out into the public.
That is why now, when I sail on my boat to duck hunt, my duck itself swims after me. It will fall behind, take off from the water and fly up. I'll take care of the fishin the backwater , I’ll turn behind the bushes, hide and just shout: “Khromka!”, I see my bird flying towards me.
. 4.3 Primary analysis of the work:
Why is the text called "Khromka"?
How did the duck live among the birds?
How did Khromka help people?
What kind of duck do you imagine?
Fizminutka We raise our hands up,
And then we lower them,
And then we’ll hold you close,
And then we'll separate them,
And then faster, faster,
Clap, clap more cheerfully.
5. Understanding knowledge, connections and dependencies between elements
5.1 Working on the text. Reading:
chain; (first paragraph)
to myself; (second paragraph)
relay race; (third paragraph)
Physical exercise (for eyes)
Who can tell me what genre of this story? (story)
Why? (small plot, its duration is short, a little
actors).
Describe the work: is it prose or poetry?
Why?
5.2 Working on the story
1. What is the name of the story? Who is its author?
2. What events take place in it and when?
3. Name the characters.
What have you learned about them?
What happened to the heroes?
What actions did they commit and how did they behave?
Explain the actions and behavior of the characters.
Which of the current characters did you like and why exactly?
4. What were you thinking while reading the story?
5.3 Creating a cluster Slide 5
Guys, pay attention to the screen, it shows the duck Khromka, which we know from the story of M. Prishvin. Let us form a cluster and characterize Khromka as she was in the text( Small, smart, mysterious, etc.)
What mood did what you read make you feel? (Children's answers)
5.4 Mood masks Slide 6
Guys, here are mood masks. Let's look at what kind of masks we have on the screen.
Let's use masks to depict the mood of the entire text.
Well done boys!
6. Generalization and systematization of knowledge Slide 7
6.1 Work on the work. Selective reading
Continue the beginning of the line
1.This duck came from wild ducks ... and now she serves
me, a man, and with his duck cry lures me into my hunting
hut of wild drakes.
2. We put in a lot of work to cure the paw:
tied, bandaged, soaked, sprinkled - nothing helped:
the duckling remained lame forever.
3. But still, he also uses his little head the size of a forest
Walnut realized that his only salvation was in man.
4.And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless
birds of all breeds want to take his life, but what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
6.2 Find the beginning of the line (work in pairs) (cards)
1. Wherever I go...Khromka is following me everywhere.
2. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only
paw...our duckling was left with a broken one.
3. What kind of mind can there be...the little lame duck?
Man's home has become...her home.
- Guys, find and read the answer to the question:
Why did Khromka’s house become her home? (But still, with his head the size of a hazelnut, he realized that his only salvation was in man.
Well done boys!
7. Lesson summary. Assessment.
1. Today I learned that... 2. For the future I remembered that...
3. I enjoyed... 4. I experienced feelings...
8. Homework message
Still, it’s nice to read the fairy tale “Khromka” by M. M. Prishvin, even for adults, you immediately remember your childhood, and again, like a little one, you empathize with the heroes and rejoice with them. It is very useful when the plot is simple and, so to speak, life-like, when similar situations arise in our everyday life, this contributes to better memorization. Reading such creations in the evening, the pictures of what is happening become more vivid and rich, filled with a new range of colors and sounds. There is a balancing act between good and bad, tempting and necessary, and how wonderful it is that every time the choice is correct and responsible. All heroes were “honed” by the experience of the people, who for centuries created, strengthened and transformed them, paying great and deep importance to children’s education. It is sweet and joyful to immerse yourself in a world in which love, nobility, morality and selflessness always prevail, with which the reader is edified. How charmingly and soulfully the description of nature, mythical creatures and the way of life of the people was conveyed from generation to generation. The fairy tale “Khromka” by M. M. Prishvin is definitely worth reading for free online, there is a lot of kindness, love and chastity in it, which is useful for raising a young individual.
I’m sailing on a boat, and Khromka, my decoy hunting duck, is swimming in the water behind me. This duck came out of the wild ducks, and now she serves me, a man, and with her duck cry she lures wild drakes into my hunting hut.
Wherever I swim, Khromka swims behind me. If she’s doing something in the creek, I’ll hide around the corner from her and shout: “Khromka!” - and she drops everything and flies up to mine again. boat. And again: where I go, she goes too.
Woe to us with this Khromka! When the ducklings hatched, we kept them in the kitchen for the first time. A rat sniffed it out, gnawed a hole in the corner and burst in. We ran to the duck's cry just at the time when the rat was dragging the duckling by the paw into its hole. The duckling got stuck, the rat ran away, the hole was plugged, but only our duckling's leg was left broken.
We put a lot of effort into healing the paw: we tied it, bandaged it, soaked it, sprinkled it on it - nothing helped: the duckling remained lame forever.
Woe to the lame in a world of all kinds of animals and birds: they have something like a law - do not treat the sick, do not spare the weak, but kill. Their own ducks, their own chickens, turkeys, geese - everyone strives to poke Khromka. Geese were especially scary. And what seems to him, a giant, is such a trinket - a duckling - no, and the goose from its height strives to fall on the drop and flatten it like a steam hammer.
What kind of mind can a little lame duck have? But still, with his head the size of a hazelnut, he realized that his only salvation lay in man. And we humanly felt sorry for him: these merciless birds of all breeds want to take his life, and what is his fault if a rat twists his paw?
And we truly fell in love with little Khromka.
We took her under our protection, and she began to follow us and only us. And when she grew big, we didn’t need to trim her wings like other ducks. Other ducks - savages - considered the wild nature their homeland and always wanted to fly there. Khromka had nowhere to fly away from us. The man's house became her home.
So Khromka came out into the public.
That is why now, when I sail on my boat to duck hunt, my duck itself swims after me. It will fall behind, take off from the water and fly up. He’ll fish in the creek, I’ll turn behind the bushes, hide and just shout:
“Khromka!”, I see my bird flying towards me.
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