"Through the children of subsequent generations, children's games are repeated again, revived in the memory of living generations and become younger again",
- E. A. Pokrovsky.
The game folklore of the Kuban is distinguished by a pronounced labor and military-applied orientation: "Pots", "Cossacks-robbers". Cossack games are distinguished by historical and everyday content, resourcefulness, ingenuity, humor.
The historically established features of the national cultures of the multilingual population of the Kuban had a noticeable influence on the formation of the game, on the development of the game action.
For preschool children, the most accessible are Kuban folk games with song and poetic accompaniment, in which the participation of a teacher is obligatory: “Drake and Duck”, “Golden Gate”, “Cossack's Dream”.
In games with a competition between two teams, where it is necessary to divide the children into two parts, equal in number, in strength: “Tightening”; in games with objects, where pebbles, cauldrons, plaits, sticks, balls, horseshoes, scarves, poles, balls and other attributes are used; in symbolic games, with the help of counting rhymes, the leader is selected.
Rhymes are always funny, comic, rhyming.
If a competition between two teams is expected in a folk game, then the stipulation method is usually used: “sun” or “moon”, “sticky” or “birch”, “gold” or “silver”, “poppy” or “chamomile” etc.
Below is a description of several games, some with options.
THE DUCK GAME (DRAKE AND DUCK)
The players stand side by side, hand in hand.
Two, standing on one edge of the string, break away from it (these are “drake” and “duck”) and run, diving under the arms of those standing in a row, either in front or behind, moreover, the “drake” catches up with the “duck”.
Those standing in a row say:
Catch up, drake, duck,
Catch up, young, duck.
Come, duck, go home,
You have seven children
Eighth— drake,
Ninth - duck,
Tenth— goose.
That pair, under whose hands the "drake" caught the "duck", replaces them, and they stand in the vacant place.
GAME "GOLDEN GATE" (1ST OPTION)
The players choose two leaders. They agree on what names they will take: one calls himself "silver saucer", the other - "filling apple".
After that, the leaders join hands and raise them up, forming a "golden gate".
The rest of the participants in the game line up one by one and go in single file to the “gate”, while saying:
Into the golden gate
Come on, gentlemen!
Saying goodbye for the first time
The second time is forbidden
And for the third time
We won't miss you!
At the last word, the leaders lower their hands and close the "gates", detaining one of the players. He asks: "Golden Gate, let me through!"
They answer him: “We let everyone through, but we leave you! What do you choose - a silver saucer or a pouring apple? The delayed player chooses and goes to one side or the other, he stands behind the leader and raises his hands. The same happens with other players.
So the players are divided into two teams. After that, they measure their strength - they take a long rope and pull it.
GAME "GOLDEN GATE" (2nd OPTION)
The players hold hands, forming a circle.
In the center of it, two players stand up, join hands and raise them up - they make the "golden gate". A branch is stuck next to the "gate".
One of the participants in the game is the driver. He passes through the “golden gate”, approaches the circle and with the edge of his hand tears the hands of one of the couples standing there. At the same time, everyone says:
Go through the golden gate gentlemen:
For the first time— say goodbye
Second— prohibited,
And the third time we will not miss you!
The players, whose hands were separated by the driver, run in different directions in a circle to a branch stuck in its center. The first one to pull the branch goes to the “golden gate”, and the loser pairs up with the leader in a circle.
GAME "COCK" ("DREAM OF THE COSSACK")
A “Cossack” is selected from the players, who becomes in the middle of the circle. The “Cossack” is blindfolded, or he closes them himself. Children move in a circle with the words:
Who chases devils in the morning,
Songs sonorous sleeps,
Sleep prevents the Cossack
And shouts "Ku-ka-re-ku"?
One of those standing in a circle crows like a rooster, trying to change his voice. The Cossack, opening his eyes, tries to guess who was shouting. If he succeeds, he takes the screamer into the middle of the circle. Game continues:
All the cows in the yard
Rumbled at dawn.
Nobody understands
Why "Mu-Mu, Mu-Mu".
Standing in a circle mooing, depicting a cow. The Cossack guesses it and takes it to his circle. Game continues:
Here the Cossack fell asleep again,
But he didn't sleep long.
duck ducks not in vain
Teaches to quack "quack-quack-quack."
The action is repeated - the Cossack takes the "duck".
Tired of the Cossack
"Qua-qua-quack" with "Ku-ka-re-ku."
I won't sleep anymore
I will chase you!
At the end of the words, the children forming a round dance raise their hands - “collars”, and the Cossack catches up with those children whom he took into the circle.
GAME "WASH" (1ST OPTION)
The players stand in lines at the four walls of the room, holding hands crosswise.
The children of the first line approach those standing opposite and bow. They move back to their place. The movement is repeated by the children of the second, third and fourth ranks.
At a signal (whistle), the players disperse throughout the room (hall, playground), performing certain movements to the sounds of a tambourine (jumps, easy running, gallop, etc.).
At the next signal of the whistle or the stop of the tambourine, everyone runs to their places and lines up, respectively, holding hands crosswise.
The first line to line up wins.
GAME "CURVE COCK"
Children stand in a circle. One is in the center.
Children: “Crooked rooster, what are you standing on?”(on pins and needles)
And how do you, not sharply?(on horseshoes)
Children walk in a circle and sing:
Get in the hood
They bake pancakes there
They bake pancakes,
They'll give you a damn.
The child taps his foot on the floor. (3 times)
Children: -Who's there?
It's me, Taras.
Children: - Catch us without opening your eyes.
Who caught, must guess.
A game for the development of pitch hearing, timbre hearing, spatial orientation, exercise in a rhythmic round dance step.
THE GAME "BRAID THE WASH" (2ND OPTION)
The driver is selected, who must go into another room or turn away from the rest of the players so as not to see their actions. The players form a "wattle fence" - a circle closed by hands.
One of the participants in the round dance passes under the hands of the children on the opposite side of the circle, dragging the others along, and so on until they are completely “braided”, entangled.
Then the players call the leader, who must unravel the round dance. Moreover, the connected hands of the players must be in the correct (not broken) connection.
GAME "POTS"
The players are divided into two equal teams. One team becomes "pots" and sits on the ground in a circle. The other team is the "hosts". They stand behind the pots. One of the players - the driver - portrays the buyer. He approaches one of the "owners" and asks:
How much is a pot?
The owner replies:
By money.
Isn't he cracked?
Try.
The buyer easily hits the “pot” with his finger and says:
Strong, let's collude!
The "owner" and the "buyer" hold out their hands to each other, singing:
Chichars, chichars, gather potters
On the bush, on the crust, on the swan a lot!
Out!
With the word "out" and "owner" and "buyer" run in different directions around the pots. Whoever runs first to the purchased "pot" is the "owner", and the late one is the driver.
GAME "COSSACKS" (CHAPAEVTS)
Only boys participate in the game, they stand in a circle. In the center of the circle is a chair - a "war horse", riding a "horse" - a commander with a red flag.
Children jump on imaginary horses, their legs slightly springy at the knees. The left hand of each is stretched forward, the right one is raised up.
At the signal of the educator, the commander dismounts, nods from the “horse”, puts down the flag and stands in the general circle.
Everyone else marches in place, then turn right and | walk in a circle behind the commander.
The commander takes a step inside the circle, takes the pipe, and, turning around, blows into it. The two boys, near whom he stopped, turn their backs to each other and run in opposite directions along the circle. Each of them tries to be the first to take the flag and jump on the “horse”.
The winner becomes the commander.
GAME "GET THE HANDKERCHIEF"
The players walk in a circle, performing any dance movements. In the center of the circle stands the driver with a pole in his hand, at the end of which is a handkerchief. At the signal of the teacher or at the end of the music, you need to jump up and get a handkerchief.
Whoever succeeds is the winner who becomes the leader.
Game continues.
Games with running and dodging for children 3-7 years old
Brownie for being rude?
If the game took place indoors, one of the boys stood in a corner, and if in the yard - near a tree.
The rest ran around him and said: “Who is behind the rudeness? Brownie?
The brownie runs after them and catches them. Having caught someone, he puts him in the place of the brownie, and he joins the others.
Shkrakobush.
A group of boys gathers; one of them separates and asks one of the other comrades: "Where have you been?" He replies: "At the mill."
- "What have you been doing?" - "Flour ground." - "What did you beg?" - "Kopeck". - "What did you buy?" - "Kalachik". - "With whom did you eat?" - "With you". - "Who picked?" The questioner replies: “He,” while pointing to one of the boys standing in the group.
Everyone scatters from the indicated boy with the words: “Shkrakoboshka, shkrakoboshka!”
He is trying to catch someone, and if he succeeds, then two will become a scrabble, etc., until they catch everyone else.
Chaplya.
Boys 5-7 years old played on a fairly small area - about 5x5 m.
By lot or by a counting rhyme, they chose a driver - a chaplya.
The rest are "frogs".
While the chapel is "sleeping", that is, it stands, leaning forward and leaning on straight legs, the frogs squat.
Waking up, the chapel utters a cry and begins to catch (salt) the frogs, always with large steps and on straight legs (without bending the knees) and holding on to the shins with at least one hand.
Frogs should not escape from the chapli by crouching.
In case of violation of the conditions, for example, if one of the frogs stands up to its full height or jumps out of the site, as well as when salting, they change places.
Chur at the tree!
This game, traditional in the arsenal of 5-7-year-old Cossacks, was also a favorite, it was played together with little mountaineers.
They usually played in the garden or where at least a few trees grew.
The number of players depended on the number of trees. Everyone, except the leader, each stood by his own tree, while the leader stood in the middle between the trees.
Those standing by the trees began to run from tree to tree; at this time, the driver must have time to taunt the runner, until he ran up to the tree and shouted: “Keep away from the tree!”
Salted changed places with the driver.
Grabs.
Players should line up in two lines one against the other at a distance of 50-60 steps. A line is drawn between them on the ground. In accordance with the number of players, some objects are laid out along the entire length of the line: pebbles, sticks, etc.
On command: "One, two, three!" players run towards the items, trying to grab as many of them as possible. The team that captured the most items wins.
The game ends either by agreement or if the required number of points is scored.
Repeat!
Cossacks played this game for 3-6 years for 10-20.
Co-created a circle.
The leader was the eldest - a six-year-old.
He stepped aside, because he was not supposed to see who you were taking as an entertainer.
And the task of the entertainer is to show different movements that the rest of the players must repeat immediately, without hesitation: clap, squat, bounce on two legs - for three-, four-year-olds; or how to ride a horse, bounce on one leg - for 5-6-year-olds.
The leader was called into the circle.
He paced inside it and watched who started a new movement each time.
At the same time, according to the conditions, he was not allowed to watch any of the players for a long time, i.e. at the one who, as he thought, was currently playing the role of an entertainer, but he had to turn in different directions. As soon as three movements were made with him, the leader guessed the entertainer.
It was rather difficult, because the entertainer tried to change movements imperceptibly, choosing the moment when the leader was not looking at him. If he made a mistake and called the wrong person the entertainer, the game continued.
But after three mistakes, a new leader was chosen, and he left the circle. When the leader guessed the entertainer, they changed.
Wheel.
Playing 16 or significantly more.
They, dividing into identical groups, become rows, facing the middle - like spokes in a wheel.
The driver is placed outside the wheel. He runs in a circle and, hitting one of the back players on the back, stands behind him.
The stained one passes the blow to the one in front, that one to the next one, and so on up to the head in the knitting needle; the head, having received a blow, loudly shouts "ay!". After the shout, everyone standing in the spoke and the driver run in a circle, overtaking each other. Having run around the circle, they try to get back to their original place.
The player who is in the spoke behind everyone goes to drive.
It is impossible to stain before the blow is received.
You can't run out before you scream. You can not prevent the players from running and pushing those who have risen in the knitting needle.
Jumping and fighting games for boys 3-7 years old
Fetters.
The legs are tied with a handkerchief or rope, approximately in the same way as the legs of a horse are tangled.
And so the players jump to the designated place. Whoever jumped first, he won.
snake.
Here is how the old-timers of the villages of the Upper Kuban described this game:
“Small lads kick on their backs, clapping on their knees, sitting for the winter one after another, but at a short distance.
The most extreme jump over the rest, and on the horses he himself kicks and sits on the other end.
And so one by one."
The escape.
Playing 10-20 people. They form a circle, holding hands tightly. One player moves inside and the other outside the circle. The one who is standing inside is trying to escape, and this can be done in different ways: either jump over the hands, or slip under the hands, or simply break the chain.
He who is outside the circle keeps his side and helps him in every possible way.
If the player manages to escape, then the pair responsible for his escape goes to drive.
Pull the stick.
The players are divided into two parties. The leader of one party takes a stick, and everyone else takes it. The leader of the other party also takes up this stick, and his party takes over him.
And so they try to pull the stick - each group to its side.
Physical education minutes
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Fingers played hide and seek And the heads were removed. Like this, like this So the heads were removed. |
Squeezing and unclenching the fingers of the hands. |
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We cut today Our fingers are tired. Let them rest a little Start cutting again. Let's take our elbows together. Let's start cutting diamonds again. Let's take our elbows together. Let's start cutting diamonds again. |
Active flexion and extension of the fingers. : Shaking hands in front of you. Vigorously move your elbows back. |
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We cut today Our fingers are tired. Let's shake our fingers, Let's start cutting again. Feet together, feet apart We hammer in a nail. We hammer in a nail. We hammer in a nail. |
Gently raise your hands in front of you, shake your hands. Stretch and bring your legs together, stomping. |
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On a dry forest path - Top-top-top, feet trample. Walks, wanders along the paths All gray hedgehog in needles. Looking for berries, mushrooms, For a son or daughter. |
Children stand slightly bent over. Arms bent at the elbows in front of the chest, hands down. The legs, slightly bent at the knees, take small, frequent steps. “Pick berries” - fingertips connect, “pick berries”. |
SPEECH EXERCISES
STRAW
Rye and wheat will grow in the field.
They will be threshed— straw will be born.
Hands touch her golden
And appear as if alive
A strong rider and a golden-maned horse,
A proud deer and a vigorous calf,
And a girl with a golden crown.
That's how difficult she is
This straw, just like alive!
Only her craftswoman will take in her hands—
It will turn into miracles right away!
ROOSTER
Ah, handsome— cockerel!
On top of my head— scallop,
And under the beak, a beard.
Very proud walk
Raises paws up
Nodding his head importantly.
***
The sun helps flowers grow
The sun needs to shine brighter!
A stalk reaches for the sun
And a leaf grows behind a leaf.
Here is a beautiful flower blooming
The sun, and the rain, and my hands.
Helped the flower to grow together!
POEMS
HARVEST
Stiff bristles, do not prick your heels,
What's left in the field— pick up from the ground
Every ripe ear, every grain,
So that it becomes fragrant bread.
B. Tokmakova
EAR
Golden field, ripe spikelet
Do not drop grains on dry sand.
Don't give grain to restless winds,
Every handful the Motherland needs.
E. Trutneva
PROVERBS ABOUT BREAD
Bread is mother, water is mother.
Whoever has bread is born, he always has fun.
Lunch is thin when there is no bread.
Bread is the head of everything.
work hard— and eat bread.
RIDDLES
In spring - silky grass,
Summer— cornfield golden,
Well, in the winter sometimes -
application, game,
Very dry, brittle
Her name is...
(Straw)
Not the sea, but worried.
(Field)
He is golden and mustache,
There are a hundred guys in a hundred pockets.
(Spikelet)
Ah, what a morning in the Kuban,
After thunder, storm and rain
Ringing tulips bend crystal,
Pour the dawn, approaching the threshold.
Barbara Bardarym.
Krasnodar city
Spring is rich in flowers and herbs.
IN SPRING
Ruddy at dawn
Rosehip woke up.
He every leaf
Stretched towards dawn.
And the dawn to him
Reached out in response
Buds dyed
in pink
T. Golub
DANDELIONS
I'm running and by the road
Dandelions stand.
Well, these are ugly:
Dun - and they will fly to the sky.
V. Bardadym
SUNFLOWERS
These are not umbrellas.,
It's not the sun
It's on green legs
Sunflowers.
Warm in the sun
sunflowers back,
Autumn grains
Gift baskets.
T. Golub
DANDELION
Dandelion golden
Turned into a ball
Fluffy.
breeze lightly
blew,
Pooh somewhere
Flew away!
Where is the fluff
will fall
There next year
Dandelions are blooming!
T. Golub
***
Oh, how the sunflower field laughed!
Under the azure sky— a thousand lights
Sunflowers bloomed on the steppe expanse:
The color of their golden steppe gilded ...
I. Barabbas
***
Tall herbs,
you, grasses, grow for glory!
Green shirts off
white-yellow daisies,
Elegant poppies blush,
like Cossacks in new clothes.
And like the floods of a river
sky blue— cornflowers...
V. Bakaldin
The best time in the Kuban is summer!
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At summer in a basket
watermelons and melons,
Cherries and plums,
Sunflower— marvelous!
In the forest on the edge
cuckoos cuckoo,
cuckoos cuckoo
To the whole wide world.
And it seems that
From a generous summer
From good summer
cordial greetings
T. Golub
***
There is a lot of summer in the Kuban, a lot of bread.
Like a melon, the sun set in the sky.
And they peck at him, peck from all sides,
Like geese flocks of white clouds.
K. Oboyshchikov.
In the heat, in bad weather grew,
Only he did not become weak,
Strength, taste and smell of bread
Without him, I wouldn't have known.
V. Nesterenko
***
And over the Kuban poplars,
And willows in three girths,
And all the fields, fields, fields
Until sunset.
... Wheat whispers with the rain
And looks down the road.
Summer is on the rise
And the ripe ear touches.
And in every grain— fields
And willows in three girths,
And in each - a generous land
From sunrise to sunset.
T. Golub
***
Summer smells in Kuban
The wind blowing from the sea,
Juicy sweet strawberries
cucumbers, blackberries,
heated swan,
Mint and reseda
generous mushroom rain
And young dill
Pear in pink spots...
What is the main scent?
We heard how behind the village
Does the sun smell like wheat?
T. Golub
Spikelet
It's time for cleaning
Built, strong, short
In the golden wheat field
Each spike.
In the heat, in bad weather grew,
Only he did not become weak,
Strength, taste and smell of bread
Without him, I wouldn't have known.
V. Nesterenko
***
And over the Kuban poplars,
And willows in three girths,
And all the fields, fields, fields
Until sunset.
... Wheat whispers with rain
And looks down the road.
Summer is on the rise
And the ripe ear touches.
And in every grain - fields
And willows in three girths,
And in each is a generous land
From sunrise to sunset.
T. Golub
AUTUMN
Autumn, autumn... Fire bird.
The crimson leaf is spinning in the air.
Falling at my feet, rustling.
As if he whispers to me: “Don't rush.
Look around, how beautiful everything is:
A scattering of herbs and the chirping of birds.
Joy seems to have no limits! .. "
K. Oboyshchikov
***
Melting in the high skies
Lonely thin beam
Flocks of birds fly away
Clouds are flying.
V. Nesterenko
HAYMAKING
Hello Senokos
What did you bring with you?
The hot work of skilled people,
Conversations of sharp braids.
Tell me, hay
What else did you bring with you?
Aromas of dried herbs
And the sparkle of sonorous grew!
Hay hay hay!
Is your cut good?
He mowed hay for cows -
What a huge cart!
V. Nesterenko
***
Winter came unbidden
The next morning I powdered
All the streets are covered in snow.
Hello, fun time!
Get your skates ready
And next to our garden,
Snowmen are growing.
V. Nesterenko
***
snow shining,
The snow is crisp
Covers our threshold
And the ringing one calls for a walk,
A flying breeze in the steppe!
T. Golub
WINTER
Again the trees turned white
And the wind blew from the north.
Again blizzards sing in the fields ...
Tired of summer, the pond fell asleep.
The gardens are covered with gray
The crumbly snow crunches.
Icicles hang fringed,
And the sun shines like ice...
T. Golub
The Krasnodar Territory has unique natural resources. Its landscape is very diverse. Mountainous reliefs, plains, steppes, meadows, the Black and Azov seas, rivers, lakes, estuaries and floodplains create great opportunities for familiarizing preschool children with a wide variety of flora of the Kuban.
coniferous trees- spruce, cypress, fir, thuja, pine.
Deciduous trees- birch, maple, ash, hornbeam, beech, plane tree, linden, aspen, oak, poplar, willow.
Fruit trees- apple trees, cherries, apricots, pears, cherry plums.
Flowers of the field and meadow- dandelions, buttercups, clover, cornflowers, chamomile, poppies, colza, bindweed, bluebells, mouse peas, chicory, coltsfoot, mint, wormwood, celandine, St. John's wort, plantain.
forest flowers- lilies of the valley, anemones (anemones), primroses, cyclamens, violets, forget-me-nots.
Garden flowers- roses, us-turkeys, asters, marigolds, daisies, gladioli, dahlias.
cereal crops- wheat, rye, barley, rice, oats, millet, buckwheat.
Plants of reservoirs- reeds, cattail, ku-byshka, white water lily, duckweed, pinnate, arrowhead, lotus.
Animals- brown bears, wolves, foxes, squirrels, hares, raccoons, wild boars, deer, roe deer.
Birds- jays, tits, woodpeckers, orioles, thrushes, cuckoos, goldfinches, sparrows, jackdaws, quails, larks, pigeons, swallows.
Predator birds- kites, owls, eagles, owls, golden eagles. Birds of the seas - seagulls, cormorants. The birds of the floodplains and estuaries are herons, wild ducks and geese, warblers, sandpipers, swans.
Fresh water fish- pike, carp, catfish, perch, crucian carp, roach, carp, pike perch, ram, bream.
sea fish- anchovy, kamba-la, red mullet, goby, mullet. Rare fish - sea horse, shark, stingray, dolphins (animals).
Monuments of nature: Parus rock (Gelendzhiksky district), Kiselyov rock (Tuapse district), Mount Petushok (Grebeshok) (Goryachiy Klyuch town), Guamsky gorge (Absheronsky district), etc.
Rare trees: tulip tree (Sochi region), boxwood grove (Sochi region), Lebanese cedar (Dzhankhot settlement), ginkgo biloba (Kras-nodar, Pobedy square); oak Giant (Krasno-dar, Gorky Park), etc.
SIGNS ABOUT NATURE
Will it rain or not—
I will find the answer in flowers.
If in the morning nails
They squeezed the corollas-flowers at
So it will rain again
You need to take an umbrella with you.
***
If the eyes to the sun
Bindweed opened wide—
No one is wrong here.
It will be a sunny day.
T. Golub
Folk omens.
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Who? What? |
What is he doing? |
What will the weather be like? |
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spider |
weaves a web |
the sun will warm |
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swallows |
fly low |
it means the rain is coming |
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Ants |
hiding in houses |
do not walk without an umbrella |
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Clover |
leans over |
rain expected |
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Christmas tree |
lowered the branches |
rain warning |
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sparrows |
bathe |
rain expected |
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Dog |
rolling on the ground |
wind expected |
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Dandelion |
does not deflate |
rain expected |
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Dandelion |
ball shoots |
the rain starts to drip |
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Flowers |
smell stronger |
the clouds in the sky are blacker |
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Smoke |
rises to the top |
frost expected |
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frogs |
stay on the water |
the sun will be on earth |
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frogs |
jump on the ground |
it will rain in the yard |
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frogs |
croak loudly |
the rain is falling heavily |
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Water |
foaming on the river |
rain expected |
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Pink |
sunset |
sun to the wind |
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CARD FILE OF POEMS, MYSTERIES, PROVERBS ABOUT KUBAN
POEMS
HARVEST
Stiff bristles, do not prick your heels,
What's left in the field- pick up from the ground,
Every ripe ear, every grain,
So that it becomes fragrant bread.
B. Tokmakova
EAR
Golden field, ripe spikelet
Do not drop grains on dry sand.
Don't give grain to restless winds,
Every handful the Motherland needs.
E. Trutneva
PROVERBS ABOUT BREAD
Bread is mother, water is mother.
Whoever has bread is born, he always has fun.
Lunch is thin when there is no bread.
Bread is the head of everything.
work hard - and eat bread.
RIDDLES
In spring - silky grass,
In the summer - a golden cornfield,
Well, in winter sometimes -
application, game,
Very dry, brittle
Her name is...
(Straw)
Not the sea, but worried.
(Field)
He is golden and mustache,
There are a hundred guys in a hundred pockets.
(Spikelet)
Ah, what a morning in the Kuban,
After thunder, storm and rain
Ringing tulips bend crystal,
Pour the dawn, approaching the threshold.
Barbara Bardarym.
Krasnodar city
SPRING IS RICH IN FLOWERS, HERBS.
IN SPRING
Ruddy at dawn
Rosehip woke up.
He every leaf
Stretched towards dawn.
And the dawn to him
Reached out in response
Buds dyed
in pink
T. Golub
DANDELIONS
I'm running and by the road
Dandelions stand.
Well, these are ugly:
Dun - and they will fly to the sky.
V. Bardadym
SUNFLOWERS
These are not umbrellas
It's not the sun
It's on green legs
Sunflowers.
Warm in the sun
sunflowers back,
Autumn grains
Gift baskets.
T. Golub
DANDELION
Dandelion golden
Turned into a ball
Fluffy.
breeze lightly
blew,
Pooh somewhere
Flew away!
Where is the fluff
will fall
There next year
Dandelions are blooming!
T. Golub
***
Oh, how the sunflower field laughed!
Under the azure sky- a thousand lights
Sunflowers bloomed on the steppe expanse:
The color of their golden steppe gilded ...
I. Barabbas
***
Tall herbs,
you, grasses, grow for glory!
Green shirts off
white-yellow daisies,
Elegant poppies blush,
like Cossacks in new clothes.
And like the floods of a river
sky blue - cornflowers...
V. Bakaldin
THE BEST TIME IN KUBAN-SUMMER!
***
Summer is in the basket
watermelons and melons,
Cherries and plums,
Sunflower - amazing!
In the forest on the edge
cuckoos cuckoo,
cuckoos cuckoo
To the whole wide world.
And it seems that
From a generous summer
From good summer
cordial greetings
T. Golub
***
There is a lot of summer in the Kuban, a lot of bread.
Like a melon, the sun set in the sky.
And they peck at him, peck from all sides,
Like geese flocks of white clouds.
K. Oboyshchikov.
In the heat, in bad weather grew,
Only he did not become weak,
Strength, taste and smell of bread
Without him, I wouldn't have known.
V. Nesterenko
***
And over the Kuban poplars,
And willows in three girths,
And all the fields, fields, fields
Until sunset.
Wheat whispers with the rain
And looks down the road.
Summer is on the rise
And the ripe ear touches.
And in every grain- fields
And willows in three girths,
And in each - a generous land
From sunrise to sunset.
T. Golub
***
Summer smells in Kuban
The wind blowing from the sea,
Juicy sweet strawberries
cucumbers, blackberries,
heated swan,
Mint and reseda
generous mushroom rain
And young dill
Pear in pink spots...
What is the main scent?
We heard how behind the village
Does the sun smell like wheat?
T. Golub
Spikelet
It's time for cleaning
Built, strong, short
In the golden wheat field
Each spike.
In the heat, in bad weather grew,
Only he did not become weak,
Strength, taste and smell of bread
Without him, I wouldn't have known.
V. Nesterenko
***
And over the Kuban poplars,
And willows in three girths,
And all the fields, fields, fields
Until sunset.
... Wheat whispers with rain
And looks down the road.
Summer is on the rise
And the ripe ear touches.
And in every grain - fields
And willows in three girths,
And in each is a generous land
From sunrise to sunset.
T. Golub
AUTUMN
Autumn, autumn... Fire bird.
The crimson leaf is spinning in the air.
Falling at my feet, rustling.
As if he whispers to me: “Don't rush.
Look around, how beautiful everything is:
A scattering of herbs and the chirping of birds.
Joy seems to have no limits! .. "
K. Oboyshchikov
***
Melting in the high skies
Lonely thin beam
Flocks of birds fly away
Clouds are flying.
V. Nesterenko
HAYMAKING
Hello Senokos
What did you bring with you?
The hot work of skilled people,
Conversations of sharp braids.
Tell me, hay
What else did you bring with you?
Aromas of dried herbs
And the sparkle of sonorous grew!
Hay hay hay!
Is your cut good?
He mowed hay for cows -
What a huge cart!
V. Nesterenko
***
Winter came unbidden
The next morning I powdered
All the streets are covered in snow.
Hello, fun time!
Get your skates ready
And next to our garden,
Snowmen are growing.
V. Nesterenko
***
snow shining,
The snow is crisp
Covers our threshold
And the ringing one calls for a walk,
A flying breeze in the steppe!
T. Golub
WINTER
Again the trees turned white
And the wind blew from the north.
Again blizzards sing in the fields ...
Tired of summer, the pond fell asleep.
The gardens are covered with gray
The crumbly snow crunches.
Icicles hang fringed,
And the sun shines like ice...
T. Golub
SIGNS ABOUT NATURE
Will it rain or not -
I will find the answer in flowers.
If in the morning nails
They squeezed the corollas-flowers at
So it will rain again
You need to take an umbrella with you.
***
If the eyes to the sun
Bindweed opened wide -
No one is wrong here.
It will be a sunny day.
High mountains,
Two gentle seas -
All this is Kuban.
native station,
open faces,
Thick wheat -
All this is Kuban.
And the farm, and the city,
Live without strife
They have their own speech
All this is Kuban,
Do not look gloomily here
They don't walk around.
With your own culture
Proud of Kuban.
The people are Orthodox.
And his path is glorious.
Here they think about the main
And they love Kuban.
funny wines,
Valley with flowers
And the poplar system -
All this is Kuban.
Life of old streets
And new Krasnodar,
And the generosity of the bazaars -
All this is Kuban.
And the song that cries!
And our Cossack spirit!
How much do you mean
For all of us, Kuban!
^ V. D. Nesterenko
"Wheat Blossom"
My brother's mustache is wheat-colored.
I learned that this is not for the sake of beauty.
And her hair is also wheaten.
There must be some secret in this.
Brother's wheat-colored eyelashes -
Well what about my brother
Could happen?
And my brother smiled
And proudly said:
I am summer wheat
Cleaned in the fields.
^ V. B. Bakaldin
"Song of the Motherland"
It's good for us to go out into the field in the morning,
It's good to meet the dawn in the wild,
And the soul sings about the bright share,
Song of the native land
Chorus:
Oh, yes, the dawns are clear in the Kuban,
Oh, yes, in the Kuban cherries are red,
Oh, yes, in the Kuban under the high sky
Bread burns with gold! ..
^ V. B. Bakaldin
"I didn't grow up among birches"
I did not grow up among birches,
I didn't grow up under fir trees
I did not sing gray frost
Blizzards - blizzards,
I didn't break the bird cherry
At night under the windows
Birch sap did not drink
And did not collect mushrooms
Whole bowls.
I grew up in the Kuban
I'm dearer, more understandable
Our southern regions:
The steppes are immense,
Mountains of bread to heaven
Branches of scarlet cherries,
If the forest is the southern forest
Before the passes...
I memorized by the porch
Poplars are green
Chernomasic Skwort
Songs are simple
Grapes in curls
Grey-haired mountains…
^ V. B. Bakaldin
In life we are given
Homeland is one.
I have her -
Cherry at the window.
Right at the door
fields gold,
The age-old thought of slender poplars.
Here is my path
Slipped into bread
Here is my destiny
Joy and struggle
Here, raised by me,
Poured ear -
The pride and joy of a young life.
Far away from you
In the flame
In the dust the years led us
Deep into a foreign land
But always with me
Aside, another was on labor-campaigns
You are my native land.
Apparently so be it
Here I will live a century,
Be friends until the end
To the end to love
Here are my friends
Here is my family
You can't say more - this is my land.
^ I. F. Barabbas
"Reapers"
Noisy wheat in the Kuban
Among the busy fields
And melts in the yellow ocean
Green sail of poplars.
Worth the bread
In hot weather.
They bow to the ground
For generosity, Cossack endurance,
For valor, courage and work.
Majestically on the reaper field
Make even swaths
They are in the wreath of their state
Weave miracle spikelets.
^ T. D. Golub
"Main Smell"
Summer smells in Kuban
The wind blowing from the sea,
Juicy, sweet strawberries,
cucumbers, blackberries,
heated swan,
Mint and reseda
Generous mushroom rain
And young dill
Pear in pink spots ...
What is the main scent?
We heard how behind the village
The sun smells like wheat.
^ S. N. Khokhlov
Kuban, Kuban - the joy of my soul,
Radiant dawn poured fields.
I don't need anything in the whole world
Your song would float in the sky.
^ K. A. Oboyshchikov
“I love you, my land…”
I love you, my steppe land,
For the breadth of the earth
For being in front of me
Paved the roads.
For those gardens and poplars.
What have been dreaming for many years
Because the black earth
Gives us white bread.
I love you, my land of the sea,
Your sweet home
Where seagulls take off over the blue,
Like fireworks.
I love for this blue and distance,
Because you keep the sadness
About those who died in the war.
I love you, my mountainous land,
Eagle country.
From your heights look into the distance -
The whole country is visible.
I love that High forests ring here.
And free songs fly
In native skies!
^ K. A. Oboyshchikov
“They feed Russia with bread”
In the steppe, under this southern sky,
Farmers are like family to me.
They feed Russia with bread,
And that means me too.
And the resident of the city is legal,
Not the first, not the last time
I'm walking along a familiar path
To the light of bread and kind eyes.
And the wind blows the spirit of the fields,
And dust and sweet smoke.
While the earth grows ears,
We will believe in immortality.
^ K. A. Oboyshchikov
« Kuban is such a land"
Kuban is such a land:
Only the first beam will slip -
And the field is alive.
And the thunder of the earth floats,
And the plow cuts the earth
Like oil.
All year round
Something is planted here
And they remove something
And something blooms.
Kuban is such a land:
Edge to edge
Two Denmark will enter.
washed by the seas,
Hidden in the woods
wheat fields
Looks at the sky.
And the snowy peaks
Like waves of gray hair
Like the wisdom of old.
Kuban is such a land:
It has fighting glory
And labor glory
Bonded with cement.
Blooms in Novorossiysk
Holy Land.
And like obelisks
The poplars are frozen.
Kuban is such a land:
Golden from bread
Steppe side.
She welcomes guests
And opens the soul
Transparent to the bottom.
Cossack fire,
Beautiful, young
Kuban is such a land:
One day caresses -
Love forever!
^
Yu. N. Kolodny
"Cossack's Thought"
The result of the suffering of the heart is crying ...
On the grave cross, like an executioner,
The raven sat down, looks down,
To the pain and anguish of the Cossack...
In an open field across the river
Where is the treasured age-old oak,
The soul did not find peace ...
The mirror is broken...
What are you sad about, dashing Cossack?
About the house and about the evil fate,
And relieve immeasurable sorrow?
See the Light of the Past
Among regalia and banners?
And accept the troubles with all my heart -
Stand up for Holy Russia!
^ Nicholas Dorizo
"Spring has come to the Kuban"
Everything is warmer
The sun is heating,
The steppe is boundless and clear,
Herbs thick
turn green,
Spring has come to Kuban.
The steel of the night
Shorter
The fine days are getting longer.
spring wind
Wandering in the grove
And it became more fun to work in the field.
Oh, Kuban, my Kuban!
Cherry orchards over the river...
Good spring Kuban -
Your honey meadows are wide!
The whole earth is warm in spring
Upset
Oh, Kuban, free land,
Kuban, - Good Kuban, wherever you look! ..
Only light up
In the blue sky
Dawns scarlet edge -
Whole village
Out in the steppe.
The whole farm family.
day today
Will be clear.
The song is heard over the roads
And from our
Red flags
On this day, spring is especially red!
Oh, Kuban, my Kuban!
Cherry orchards over the river...
Good spring Kuban-
Your honey meadows are wide!
The whole earth is disturbed by the warmth of spring,
How much heroic strength is inherent in it!
Eh, Kuban, free land, Kuban, -
Good Kuban, wherever you look!..
"Kuban"
Kuban is dear to you, I pay tribute,
I'm writing poems about you now.
And I praise the free, mighty Kuban.
More beautiful land in the world, I do not know.
Your eyes are two blue seas.
And eyebrows are a vine.
Eyelashes, then your forests are dense.
From golden wheat - light brown braid.
And shining in a long azure blue braid,
The Kuban River intertwined like a beautiful ribbon.
Your outfit, all blooms with flowers,
Steppe feather grass casts slightly.
You look at the world with blue eyes
And with your songs you will drive everyone crazy.
No wonder they call you "Pearl of Russia"
You Kuban and more beautiful in the world you will not find.
And wherever, aside, whatever I may be,
I'm still nicer in my native land.
Your palms smell like warm bread
And lips - sweet young wine.
^ Victor Podkopaev
"Our poplar land"
The distance of the steppes is through,
Mountain scope eagle-
native side,
Our edge is poplar!
You are wonderful in spring
Flowers are generous, like in a fairy tale,
Land of bread and songs -
Our Krasnodar region.
... Spring steppe dove
Sweet chill.
So for those who love
Need to meet.
moonlight stream
Will overwhelm lovers.
The poplar will call them
In the shade of green branches.
Only the wind whispers
Ancient epics…
Oh, you, steppe-steppe,
Our edge is poplar.
^ Sergei Khokhlov
"Kuban blue nights".
Cuban blue nights
Cherry dense aroma,
Noise over the workers' settlement
Green branches garden.
He's like a good fairy tale
It has a full revelry of the nightingale.
Oh, my endless Kuban garden,
Happy youth.
I will come under the cherished crowns,
I will give my smile
Let the gilded horn of the month
We shine with you until dawn.
^ Valentina Datsko
"Kuban"
The fields are shrouded in gray haze
Glistening on the grass pearls grew.
Lavender blue scarf
Pours into the heart the sweetness of dreams
Attract fields of ripe wheat
To yourself with unprecedented beauty
The Kuban River is a brave girl
Runs with a loose scythe
Not open to another's eye
A spring hides in a ravine...
Keeps your cache to health
My Kuban, thank you for everything
For bread and salt, for the power of herbs.
Living with you I'm so happy
And whoever believes will be right.
^ Nikolay Ivashchenko
"My dear land, my Kuban"
My dear land
Kuban is my wheat,
People call you a granary,
be worthy
He exalted such
Increasing your honor and work.
You feed on bread
big homeland,
Grow wheat, rice,
Beets and tea!
Your lakes, rivers, expanse of the steppe
I love you, beauty Kuban!
I love acacias
Fragrant white color
I love haystacks intoxicating aroma.
I like to inhale transparently
Clean Air,
When the thunder rolls.
I love you my land
Beyond the blue sea
And dear to me here
Everyone.
Let it be clean
Sky over Russia
Praise the hands
“There, on the distant shores of the Kuban”
There, on the distant shores of the Kuban
The tousled steppe fades into blue.
There sleeps my native land
And my heart is there. In azure smoke
The golden waves of fields withered,
The lights of the native village are visible,
And the wind, the fiery singer, subsided,
To enjoy the Kuban night ...
And I'm in the north again deprived of peace
And my happiness cries at night ...
Ah, motherland, I parted with you,
And do not warm me in your rays
^ Victor Goncharov
"Kuban"
Have you been to Kuban?
And you visit.
Great people
Glorious land!
There is a spacious evening
And the song is simple.
The club has a boy
And a bunch of girls.
They will accept you there
Like a good friend
Show how the earth
They turn with a plow,
How bread is harvested
How the table is set
As in the guest room
We are being fed.
Kuban envy
They know how to work.
There's an adobe somewhere
My chicken is smoking
twined thick
vine,
My lively house
With antenna scythe.
funny windows,
open shutters,
Smoke over the chimney
Like a recent shot.
Love you. my edge,
Krasnodar space.
And the labor of a farmer.
And songs. And dancing.
And the dust under the hooves
At the hippodrome
And a bright light
In a small house
Smile and joy
On the faces of the Cossacks -
Severe and swarthy,
Simple but hot!
Have you been to Kuban?
And you visit.
Great people
Glorious land!
^ Ivan Varavva
"Kuban"
Or sycamore at the barn door,
Does the wind move the bolt? ..
Free land wretch
He asks for mercy from the images.
Prays the sky for the warrior-son:
Save from the sword and from the bullet!
I myself raised you, falcon,
She fastened the cloak around her shoulder.
I saddled a black horse
Grandfather's saber, dagger fortress
She put it in the sheath of the Cossack.
On the edge of honey-ringing summer
The river bobbed up in the karches.
I gave you a heart of light
The indefatigable flesh of a Cossack.
I glorify the hour of dawn birth
And friends, and your kokhanok ...
Behind the window, painted with black,
The old sycamore chupri drooped!
Either the sycamore is buzzing, or the wind
Does it break the bolt on the door?
Sad mother in the fading light
He asks for mercy from the images.
Who are you, gray-haired moon woman?
Do not hurt your soul with pain!
I am a stanitsa of a free land,
I am your Cossack Kuban!
^ Sergei Khokhlov
"I love, Lord, Russia"
When flowers - crimson, blue -
They tremble in the grass - the dew is thick.
I love, Lord, Russia,
As the wanderer loves, exhausted,
In the dead of midnight, the heat of a fire.
I love yours in apple blossom
Their cups full of fire.
They are like Pushkin's iambs,
From heaven descend upon me.
And this is a yellow-blue train,
Wheels hidden in the rye,
It beckons me to a new search,
A land where there is neither darkness nor lies.
I say to the Earth: thank you...
Let life be hard sometimes...
I love, Lord, Russia,
I love, Lord, Russia,
Like a wanderer at midnight, the heat of a fire.
^ Sergei Khokhlov
"My bright land"
My bright land, you whispered my dreams ...
I stand in some wondrous charm.
And this soft, gentle light of the moon,
As the smoke of time flows over the Kuban.
Sometimes only a splash is heard from the river.
But every noise here is muffled by silence.
And how glorious they called the earth -
Kuban! - a word that surprised the soul.
Oh, how many arrows on these shores,
Oh, how many black lightning split!
Cossack saber across the steppe lay down.
Your ancient mounds are silent, And the ashes are washed away
times gone by
Camps.
You forgave everyone - for you do not remember evil,
You only remember the names of the heroes.
They drink, leaning over the water of the clouds,
And the falcons play in the sky.
What message do they prophesy to us?
What soon, in the late warmth,
You will be given to start
And the expanse of the sea, and the blue of the sky,
And there will be a long search for meaning
Completed in concrete armor
And you, involved in human fate,
Hear the distant call of the turbines
Through the lingering clarity
Of its humbled depths...
In place of nimble youth
Wistful dreams will come
About the early days of the black river,
So not loving silence ...
And only occasionally under the wind
Ripples will pass along the sleepy surface -
Like the memory of an unsung song
And passions -
Rush and suffer...
^ Tatyana Morzhova
Do not count all the cities
But there is a capital
Lands of the Kuban - the city of Krasnodar.
I was destined to be born here
And for me my city is God's gift.
Among curly birches, lindens and pines,
Plane trees and tall poplars
Replaces summer golden autumn,
And on his birthday there is no cuter!
Discarding unnecessary phrases of word-weaving,
Looking around the streets, loving,
I will shout loudly to you: “Happy birthday!
My Krasnodar, Happy City Day to you!
^ Tatyana Morzhova
"Keep me, dear Kuban!"
In my eyes I see the greenery of the fields.
My glorious people live in the Kuban.
I have no mile other than the Kuban
And closer than my glorious Cossack family!
In my eyes I see rays of ears,
Keep me forever, my vault is blue.
Kuban is my mother!
How hot are your arms!
Kuban, me forever
Don't part with you!
^ Evgeny Titov
"Song of Krasnodar"
Autumn mist is in the air
Like censer smoke in a blue temple,
In different ways with bells
The evening city speaks to me.
We are forever married to fate
My Krasnodar, who gave me the strength of life.
And the joys and misfortunes who have seen,
You are still carefree young.
My victories, mistakes and sins
Witness incorruptible, silent,
Forgiving heartily and easily.
The sunset spread its wings over the river,
My Kuban is dressed in a crimson cloak,
And, like a prayer, the last ray of summer
Red twilight disturbs peace.
I wander through the old streets
It's like I'm wandering in time
As if reading your diaries,
I will gain a second youth.
Do not give me rest, disturb, wake
And call the tram bells
^ V. D. Nesterenko
"Our Motherland - Kuban"
Remember the lands of centuries
Every stone and barrow
Terrible hordes of Batu
And a Turkish scimitar.
ancient years paintings
It's hard to recreate.
Rivers, mountains and plains
By the will of Catherine
It needed to be protected.
Black Sea Cossacks -
Remote warriors -
They guarded the frontiers.
It was a dangerous life here.
To protect those spaces
I firmly stood up with the Cossacks
With the faithful army of Suvorov -
And stayed forever.
blown by the winds,
washed by the seas
And caressed by the rays,
Small homeland source.
He is loved immensely by us -
Sweet corner of the heart.
Generous Gift of the Empress
To our Cossack ancestors -
fertile land -
Gives us harvests.
Our land is the breadbasket of Russia.
The main symbol is a spikelet.
Under the endless blue sky
Let the grain flow grow.
They call our region a garden.
Everyone in the country knows for a long time,
That he is rich in grapes,
This is wonderful wine.
The people have a gigantic gift -
Our edge is fast for talents.
And an example of this is the Kuban
Glorious our Cossack choir.
All places are dear to us:
Krasnodar and wilderness
Our Motherland is Russia,
Our homeland - Kuban
^ V. D. Nesterenko
"My land"
Outside the village -
Between the grove and the river
Wheat begins
Bright bronze surf.
With every spike high
Sun and rain are friends.
How many grains are steep
In each ear - look!
Enjoy this field
There will be a bountiful harvest.
There is no better place in the world
Than familiar from childhood edge.
^ V. D. Nesterenko
"Quiet Places"
This is the river Beysuzhok -
The thread is blue.
Here is the green shore
The distance behind him is steppe.
Here the grass is always thick,
The horses are grazing.
These quiet places
They are called homeland.
^ Victor Podkopaev
Our region Kuban -
A land of special glory.
And be Cuban
The matter is not simple.
On the battlefield -
We are the battle guards.
On a peaceful
We are harvest fighters.
At the masters of the earth -
The earth is blooming.
At the masters of machines -
Machines sing...
In holy love for the Fatherland -
We are one.
In great work
We are a family.
We are the Motherland
Today we say:
put before us
New tasks.
To make you stronger and richer
We are all your orders
Let's transform.
We give the right word.
On us, Cubans,
Can rely!
Above us
The scarlet banner is flowing.
And like two suns
Orders on it.
^ Victor Podkopaev
"Banners"
I look light
And illumined...
The solemnity of minutes
When heavy banners
On the waves of music
And I'm catching
Their reflection
In eyes
excited people,
What defended them
in battle,
What approved them
The wind sways
They are our faith
For all years!
For all ages!
^ Kronid Upholsterers
"Fatherland"
Father's land!
cherry blossoms,
Two seas and sky
For you Kuban poets
Saved the best words.
And although I compete with them
Still may not be on the shoulder,
I am you, blizzard acacia,
I would like to personally greet you.
I myself want to bow in the belt
Reed rivers and fields,
At the steppe mounds behind the village
Honor to pay service poplars.
I shout to them:
Hello!
And then by the quiet bridge
I bend the young cherry
And kiss on sweet lips.
In the silence of bird cherry lace
I drink an infusion of coolness and herbs.
Like a boy I stomp through the puddles
In splashes of the sun -
Head to toe.
Oh what a happy morning
As if in childhood the route stood out.
I untie the horses -
They won't go anywhere!
^ Kronid Upholsterers
"My Kuban"
Poem
Chorus
My side is steppe
Both sea and forest
Chains of mountains from end to end!
Which is better, choose!
Which is better, I don't know
I choose all of you
Any Russian region,
But dear, you are mine.
There were long trips
I carried you all the years -
In reality you are in a dream
All dissolved in me.
All joys and torments -
Everything came together in a wonderful sound.
All in me, my land -
From eagle to bumblebee
From childhood, your roads
Kissed my feet
Like feather beds, clouds
They lay down on my side.
You fed and watered
You kept me on fire.
You are the root of my destiny.
These songs are about you.
Development of a lesson on Cuban studies
Primary school teacher: Fomenko Irina Vladimirovna
Class: 2.
Subject: "The flora of the Krasnodar Territory"
Target: introduce children to the diversity of the plant world
Krasnodar Territory;
awaken love for the motherland, which begins at the threshold
why at home;
learn to observe, draw conclusions, generalize;
cultivate love and respect for nature.
Equipment: plant slides; herbarium folders, children's messages about plants.
During the classes.
1. Organizational moment,
boisterous school bell
Called back to class.
Everyone be careful
And also diligent.
Let's study the land today
Let's remember the plants
2. Message of the topic, objectives of the lesson.
Today in the lesson we must answer the question: "What is the flora of the Kuban."
3. Actualization of knowledge.
More than 3,000 species of plants grow on the territory of the region. Some of the plants are real old-timers. They appeared here before the ice age, about 2 million years ago. You probably know them: linden, chestnut, oak, blueberry and others. These plants are called relic, that is, preserved from ancient times.
Let's look at the map (vegetation map on the board). Nowhere else in our country is there such a variety of vegetation. Why do you think? Of course, because different plants grow in different natural conditions. Please note: the northern part is the Azov-Kuban lowland. Here is a continuous steppe, turned into fields.
4. Acquaintance with a variety of plants.
On the board is a drawing depicting the steppe.
Steppes.
In the recent past, the Azov-Kuban plain was a forb-feather grass steppe. During the summer, it acquired either a bright green or a white-yellow-blue color, since different plants did not bloom at the same time. The modern steppe is all plowed up and occupied by crops of wheat, corn, sunflower, sugar beet and other cultivated plants. Over 100 different agricultural crops are cultivated.
Only along the roads, along the slopes of the beams and on the tops of the mounds, you can find wild plants: creeping wheatgrass, wild buttercup, wormwood, plantain, burdock, quinoa, chamomile, St. John's wort and other plants.
In the Kuban delta, in floodplains and estuaries, reeds, cattails, sedges, yellow water lilies, water lilies, water chestnuts are common.
A) Children's messages.
Guess what kind of plants we are talking about:
There was a golden flower
Became gray in a week
And two days later
Bald head.
Burned in the dewy grass
golden flashlight,
Then faded, faded,
And turned into fluff.
Fluffy, white, not a bunny.
He's just... (dandelion)
(we consider a dandelion in the herbarium)
Where can you find this flower?
What do dandelions look like?
Now listen to the story about the dandelion.
1. The message was prepared by the student.
DANDELION
In a small village in the depths of the forests lived a milkmaid girl. She grazed a goat and sold milk to anyone who wanted it. She was friendly and pretty, she knew how to say an affectionate word to everyone, and even one of her appearances was desired by people. For this, she was nicknamed the Duvanochka: with her smile and friendly word, she blew heavy thoughts from people.
Otduvanochka-thrush has grown up and passionately fell in love with Skylark. She especially liked his song without words. But one day she wanted to know what her beloved was singing about.
She persuaded the Lark to descend from the sky and sing the words of the song, and she heard: “My love for you is tender, like the first ray of the sun, but space beckons heaven upwards, and its call is mighty.” Otduvanochka rushed to Lark, wanted to keep him with her forever, but did not have time. The lark soared into the sky, and the girl realized that she had lost her happiness. In desperation, she waved her yellow scarf, and several gold coins fell out of it.
The wind picked them up and began to carry them around the world. Where they touched the ground, golden heads of flowers grew, which people from then on called dandelions after the name of the thrush.
Folk omens: Dandelions have one very amazing ability. They can predict the weather. In wet weather, the baskets do not open, and in clear, dry weather, the baskets open between five and six in the morning and close around three in the afternoon. People have noticed this property for a long time: a golden eye looks at the sun, how the sun frowns, the eye squints; in the meadow by the river there are golden lights, the rain drizzled, the lights went out.
B) On a spring sunny day
A golden flower bloomed.
On a short, thick leg
He dozed all along the path,
And woke up, smiled:
Here I am fluffy!
I surprise everyone with beauty!
Why can we say that these are poems about mother-and-stepmother?
(Flowers are yellow, small, similar to the sun, short stem.)
We are looking at a herbarium.
Let's look at the flower. What is he? (The petals are short, narrow, like cilia, each flower looks like a small sun.)
2. Student's message.
COLTSFOOT.
The coltsfoot is a perennial plant similar to the dandelion, but smaller.
In early April, on the thawed patches, where the sun burns, yellow flower baskets coltsfoot appear. Basket flowers are on a stem covered with brownish scales. These are modified leaves.
Coltsfoot flowers can predict the weather. At night and in bad weather, the flower tightly closes its petals. Much later, when the plant fades, heart-shaped serrated leaves grow. From above, they are bright green, shiny, harsh, cold. From below, the leaf is covered with a thick white velvet fluff, if it is applied to the hand, it warms. The scientific name of the mother-and-stepmother comes from the Latin word "tussus", which means cough. Indeed, this plant is an excellent cough remedy.
AT) Just touch -
Retract your hand:
Burning the grass
Like fire. (nettle)
(we consider the herbarium)
3. Student's message.
NETTLE.
The Russian name comes from the ancient Russian word koprina - silk. From the stalks of the nettle, fiber was obtained for the production of fabrics. Even fairy tales talk about it. Remember Andersen's fairy tale "Wild Swans". What did Elsa weave shirts for her brothers - wild swans?
In the old days, when people believed in witches, mermaids, mermen, nettles were used as a sure remedy after evil spirits.
Gardeners consider nettle a burning weed, but after all, it is of great benefit to people. Everyone knows that nettle is a medicinal plant. Tablets and powders are hidden in the stems and leaves of the nettle. Nettle perfectly stops bleeding, treats a cold throat, saturates the body with vitamins.
B)
Consider the plants you have prepared. Pay attention to the organs of plants. List them. (Children conclude that these are herbaceous plants, roots in the form of a bundle, a stem, the presence of flowers or fruits).
AT) Many useful plants are grown in the fields. What are these plants?
These are: wheat, rye, buckwheat, sunflower, sugar beet, corn.
"The main smell" T. Golub.
Summer smells in Kuban
The wind blowing from the sea,
Juicy, sweet strawberries,
cucumbers, blackberries,
heated swan,
Mint and reseda
Generous mushroom rain
And young dill
Pear in pink spots.
What is the main scent?
We heard how behind the village
Does the sun smell like wheat?
Why did T. Golub call the smell of wheat the main smell in the Kuban? (children's answers).
"Bread is coming!" - in the Kuban, everyone - from young to old - understands the importance of these simple words. Our land is called the main granary of the country. This is an honorary, but also a very responsible title. Farmers work all year long, taking care of the future harvest. Preparing seeds, plowing, sowing weeding - all this is important, there are no trifles in the grain-growing business. And when the hot time of harvest comes, both day and night harvesters buzz in the field, the edges of the car rush along the roads, loaded with heavy golden grain. You can not miss a day or an hour: Bread is coming!
1 . Practical work. Herbarium work.
Guys, look at what crops are grown in the fields of the Kuban.
Pay attention to the stem, roots, leaves, grains, count the grains. (Children conclude that these are herbaceous plants, the roots are in the form of a bundle, the stem is a straw, the presence of grains). How are these plants different?
They differ in height, in the shape of the grain, in oats the grain is not in the spikelet, but in the panicle.
2 . Work on individual cards.
Exercise 1. Complete the sentence:
On the fields of the Kuban grow: _____________________________________
W assignment 2 .Now you need to connect with arrows what you get from what.
BUTTER RYE
WHEAT CORN
HERCULES RICE FLAKES
SELF SUNFLOWER
MILLET FLOUR
RICE GROAT OATS
WHEAT
BARLEY
Fizkultminutka.
We'll get some rest
Let's get up, take a deep breath.
We clap together
We stomp our feet!
Well we walked
And a little tired!
2. Forest-steppe, steppe.
As the relief increases, the steppe passes into the forest-steppe, and the latter into the forest zone. The forest-steppe stretches in a relatively narrow strip on the left bank of the Kuban. Approximately half of its area is occupied by shrubs and broad-leaved forests, consisting of oak, hornbeam, maple, hazel (hazel), dogwood. The forests of the Kuban are distinguished not only by their beauty, but also by the species of extraordinary value. About 30 percent of oak forests, more than 80 percent of beech and approximately 90 percent of chestnut plantations in Russia are concentrated in the region.
On the right bank of the Kuban, not far from the village of Ivanovskaya, there is a unique massif of the Red Forest, where oak, poplar, buckthorn, hazel, hawthorn, wild rose, blackthorn grow. This is the remnant of the forests that used to border the shores of the Kuban to its lower reaches. Narrow strips of forest have been preserved in the middle reaches of the river.
3. Mountains.
The main part of the forests falls on the foothills and mountainous regions. Beech forests are found at an altitude of more than 700 meters above sea level. In autumn, small edible nuts ripen on the beech, containing a lot of oil. Behind the beech forests, coniferous forests begin, consisting of Caucasian fir, spruce, and pine.
The pine forest seems unfriendly, gloomy. The tree trunks are dark, the needles are dark green, and on the ground there is neither a bush nor a blade of grass. And how can they grow if the whole land in the forest is covered with a thick carpet of fallen dry needles - needles.
… It smells especially good here and it's especially easy to breathe. In a pine forest, you can see far around, not like in a deciduous one: the branches of the pines are high, and the undergrowth - there is no bush at all. (according to Yu. Dmitriev)
Higher in the mountains are subalpine meadows with tall dense grasses.
Even higher - alpine meadows. The nature is harsh here, the snow melts only in August. Grasses, shrubs and even trees spread along the ground, escaping from constant winds. Walking through such a meadow, you can safely step on the top of some tree, as they grow here only 4-15 centimeters in height.
And above there is no longer any vegetation, there is only eternal snow, glaciers and impregnable rocks.
4. Black Sea coast.
From Anapa to Novorossiysk, the slopes of the mountains are covered with hornbeam and oak, hornbeam and hornbeam. From Novorossiysk to Gelendzhik, undersized elms, hornbeams, and among them dogwood and hawthorn grow, distorted by strong winds. Elm, maple, ash, dogwood, walnut, cherry plum, apple, pear are found in the Gelendzhik region, along the coast - Pitsunda pine.
In the area of the city of Sochi, the climate is subtropical, so palm trees, magnolias, persimmons, figs, and cypresses are green all year round.
Many tree species are very valuable, such as yew. This is a coniferous tree. It is also called a negno-tree. It lives up to 4 thousand years, does not rot in water and grows up to 25 meters in height. From it you can make parts for underwater structures, furniture, glue is boiled from its bark.
There are still a lot of different plants in the forest, but among them there are some that the forest cannot do without.
And on the hill, and under the hill,
Under the birch and under the tree
Round dances and in a row
Well done in hats.
(Mushrooms)
During the season, a huge amount of fallen leaves accumulate in the forest, and their mushrooms turn into humus, that is, fertile soil.
If you get into the forest, carefully go around even poisonous mushrooms, do not trample them, do not destroy them. All mushrooms bring great benefits to the forest and serve as food for many of its inhabitants.
4. The result of the lesson.
Our short journey has come to an end, I hope it gave you great pleasure, expanded your knowledge of the flora of the region.
5. Homework of choice:
1. Draw a plant and prepare a story about it.
2 . Draw an ornament from those herbs or leaves and berries that grow near your house (an ornament is a pattern whose details are repeated).
6. Reflection.
If all my tasks
You mastered without difficulty
If it was interesting
And not boredom-mayata,
Write on this line:
I'm done!
Name
And run for a walk soon
That's all for today, the end!
Russia ... How great it is, how many-sided! It majestically spread its expanses from the Far East to Ukraine, from the Arctic Ocean to the Black Sea coast of the Caucasus!.. Russians live and work in these boundless expanses. Great and beautiful Russia!
There is a pearl in her outfit, which is called Kuban.
Kuban is a unique region. Here, each season not only has its own charm, but also importance for the well-being of the inhabitants of the region. Pupils of 2 "A" class were divided into four groups and prepared a presentation of the season.
The mother came up with names for her daughters,
Here is Summer and Autumn, Winter and Spring.
Spring is coming, forests are turning green
And Summer has come - everything blooms under the sun,
And ripe berries ask in the mouth.
Generous Autumn brings us fruit,
Fields and orchards give crops.
Winter covers the fields with snow.
In winter, the earth rests and slumbers.
Autumn in the Kuban.
Rowan spit loosened,
Golden bowed strands.
Autumn floats silently
In his round dance outfit. Vitaly Bakaldin.
In the northern half of the region, autumn begins at the end of September. Usually it is long and warm. Trees retain green for a long time, and then golden attire. They gradually shed their leaves. There are so many colors in golden autumn! In poplar, apple and pear, leaf fall begins in October, in white acacia and cherry - in November.
In autumn, the days become noticeably shorter. At the beginning of October, it gets dark at 7 pm. In the middle of the day, the sun does not rise as high in the sky and heats the earth less.
The transition to winter is imperceptible, gradual, frosts begin only at the end of November.
In autumn, sunflowers, corn, sugar beet are harvested, fields are plowed for winter crops.
In the Kuban, the first gatherings began with "Osenin" (November 14). This holiday was called "Kuzma-Demyan - artisans, chicken coops" (in honor of the holy brothers Kuzma and Demyan - patrons of fertility, marital happiness and protectors of chickens). This is an old Russian folk holiday, a harvest festival. Severe suffering behind. The bread is harvested, the flax is pulled. Long winter gatherings begin, during which they not only spun, weaved, embroidered, but also sang songs, told fairy tales, solved tricky riddles, sometimes work was interspersed with games and dances.
Winter in the Kuban.
The steppe hid in the snow,
Frost shuddered on the branches:
Young Frost to the village
Likho rode in on a sleigh. Vladimir Nesterenko.
Winter comes to the Azov-Kuban lowland from the north. North and northeast winds blow. Cold air, moving from north to south, has time to warm up. Winter in the region is mild, unstable, with little snow, with frequent thaws. South - western winds, from the Black Sea, bring rain mixed with snow, and winter gives way to rainy autumn.
Winters are relatively warm in the foothills. On the Black Sea coast, south of Tuapse, it almost never happens. In Krasnodar, the average January temperature is 2 degrees below zero, and on the Black Sea coast, 5 degrees above zero. But sometimes the air temperature rises to 15 degrees Celsius. Throughout the winter, vegetables, fruits, and early seedlings are grown in greenhouses.
In winter, the sun rises even lower than in autumn. The days are getting very short. On December 22, the day lasts only 7 hours, and the night - 17 hours.
Village workers are getting ready for spring. Fertilizers are taken to the fields, agricultural machines are repaired, seeds are cleaned for sowing.
Krasnaya Polyana (Sochi) is the center of hiking and skiing. The cable car has been recently built. An ice palace will be built in Sochi for the 2014 Winter Olympics.
But the poem “Southern Winter” by the Novorossiysk poetess Valentina Minakova will best tell about our Kuban winter.
We are waiting for the first snow for a long time,
Early in the morning, at night, in the afternoon,
Just don't see a miracle
The sun is hot again.
What a marvel, what a disaster
Where are the blizzards, the cold?
Skis, sleds and skates
Bored from longing.
to go skating,
And make snowballs in your hands
And shoot like an arrow
From our ice hill.
It just seems like a dream
The rain is pouring outside the window.
We must go to Elbrus,
There was a taste of winter.
Spring in the Kuban..
The snow has melted - and in the fields
Festive and spacious.
Rada loose earth
Golden grains.
Skies without clouds
Got bluer
Tractor talk -
Louder, more fun. Vladimir Nesterenko.
Spring in the region begins early, in February its approach is already felt. The first half of March is often cold. In the morning and in the evening frosts are observed up to 5-6 degrees, and sometimes the temperature drops to 10-13 degrees below zero. The second half of the month is usually warm. In March, snowdrops and violets bloom in the forests, young shoots of nettle, burdock, and dandelion make their way to the light.
In April, warm weather usually sets in; at the end of the month, cherries, apple trees, and lilacs bloom. Sometimes there are sharp cold snaps that bring great harm to gardens.
Agricultural work begins on the fields: plowing, sowing.
Summer in Kuban..
Summer smells in Kuban
The wind blowing from the sea,
Juicy, sweet strawberries,
cucumbers, blackberries,
heated swan,
Mint and reseda
Generous mushroom rain
And young dill
Pear in pink spots ...
What is the main scent?
We heard how behind the village
Does the sun smell like wheat? Tatiana Golub.
Summer in the Azov-Kuban lowland is hot, in mountainous areas it is moderately warm. It comes on the plains in early May, and in the mountains in July.
In summer, long sunny days and short warm nights. The sun rises early, rises high at noon and is very warm. It is still light at 8 pm at the end of July. The longest day is June 22, it lasts 17 hours and 30 minutes. Rains are short-term, sometimes accompanied by thunderstorms, and after them clear weather quickly sets in.
The hottest month is July. The air temperature rises to 30 - 35 degrees. On the Black Sea coast, the heat during the day is softened by a breeze blowing from the sea.
In June, some plants are still blooming, others are already bearing fruit. Blossom - blackberries, watermelons, poppies, sunflowers. Ripe - cherries, cherries, raspberries. Apricots, cherry plums and early apples ripen in July. In August, a massive harvest begins in the fields and gardens.
