tatiana konovalova
GCD abstract for drawing "My cheerful sonorous ball"

A task: generate interest in drawing toys; form the ability to depict round objects (ball); learn to close the line in a ring, paint, repeating the outlines drawn figure; practice technique drawing with gouache paints; to develop an eye, coordination in the "eye-hand" system.

Materials, equipment. At children:sheets of paper square shape different sizes; cardboard circles for examining the form; gouache paints, brushes, non-spills with water, napkins. At educator: a clean sheet of square paper, a brush, a glass of water, a napkin, a cardboard circle, a ball.

1. Creation of game motivation.

Educator. This morning at the door of our group I found a large box (The teacher puts the box on the table). I really want to know what's in there. What about you guys? (children's answers). To find out what is in the box, we must guess riddle:

I can jump and roll

And if they quit, I'll fly.

Laughing faces all around:

Everyone is happy about the round ... (ball).

Educator. How did you guess it was a ball? (children's answers) .

The teacher opens the box and takes out the ball.

2. Acquaintance with the form of the object.

Educator. The ball can bounce, jump, roll. The ball has a round shape. And here we have a basket with toys. All the toys in it are mixed. Help me sort out the toys and take your balls. (Each child gets a ball). Why do we need so many balls? What will we do with them? Let's remember how you can play with the ball.

3. Exercises with the ball.

"ball up"- the initial position of the child is standing, legs slightly apart, holding the ball in his hands, throws it up and then catches it.

"Ball on the floor"- throws the ball on the floor with effort and catches it from the rebound with both hands.

"Race with the ball"- roll the ball forward, catch it rolling.

"Ball in the Basket"- Children stand at the line and throw the ball into the basket. The distance is about 3-4 steps.

4. Drawing"My cheerful ringing ball» .

Educator. What a wonderful toy! How interesting and fun to play with her! Look at what beautiful balls we have - red, blue, yellow. Let's try them draw. For drawing we need a brush, which we must first moisten in water. Then you need to pick up a little paint on the brush, remove its excess on the edge of the jar. Now I can draw your ball.

The teacher on the easel shows techniques drawing ball shapes and ways to color it, reciting a poem by S. Ya. Marshak "My cheerful ringing ball» :

My happy, ringing ball

Where did you jump,

Yellow, red, blue,

Don't chase after you.

I clapped your hand

you jumped and stomped loudly,

You fifteen times in a row

Jumped to the corner and back.

And then you rolled

And never returned

Rolled into the garden

Ran up to the gate.

Here he rolled under the gate,

Ran to the turn

Got hit by a wheel

Popped, popped, that's all.

Children draw and color pictures. The teacher controls the methods of work and provides assistance to children who experience difficulties.

5. Reflection.

Children, with the help of a teacher, place their drawings on the stand.

Educator. Look how many beautiful multi-colored balls we have appeared! (The teacher gives a positive assessment every job). Guys, what did we do today? What have we learned paint? Tell us how we will play with the ball. (children's answers) .

Related publications:

Synopsis of direct-educational drawing activity "My cheerful sonorous ball" Program content: to cultivate interest in drawing with paints, activity, independence, develop an eye, coordination in the system.

Municipal budgetary preschool educational institution Kindergarten general developmental species No. 93, Tomsk Theme of the project: “My cheerful.

Outline of the FC lesson for the preparatory group (30 min) "My cheerful sonorous ball"“My cheerful sonorous ball” Outline of FC classes for preparatory group(30 min) Tasks: - Develop children's motor skills.

Plan for the implementation of the project "My cheerful sonorous ball" for children of the middle group Days of the week Direct educational activities Educational activities carried out during regime moments Independent.

How many times have I read to my grandson Misha the poem "The Ball" by S.Ya. Marshak! And every time, reading to him these lines: “My cheerful, ringing ball, you, where you jumped, yellow, red blue, can’t keep up with you,” I think that Marshak wrote it about the ball from my distant childhood.
In the sixties of the last century, we did not have as many toys as today's children have, but every child certainly had a ball.

Once a month, a rag-picker rode through our village on a horse (as we called the collector of old rags). He shouted loudly: “I am changing rags, for all mine! Rattles and toys, cockerels and scallops, baby dolls, sonorous whistles ... ".
It was on one of his visits that his mother exchanged a large, very large rubber ball for old rags. He was so handsome that my joy knew no end, and I really wanted to show off him. Taking the ball, I went to the godmother Gruna, who lived from us, through five houses. I was then only five years old, but my parents allowed me to go to her alone.

I proudly carried the new ball with both hands, clutching it to my chest. Out of nowhere, our village boys ran up to me, snatched the ball out of my hands and kicked it along the street with their feet. I ran after them, fell to the side of the road, skinning both knees to the blood. When I got up, crying loudly, the boys were gone!

With tears in my eyes, I entered the godmother's house.
- Are you crying? Who offended you?” she asked me.
- The boys took away my new ball and ran away with it, I don’t know where.
Godmother Grunya smiled.
- Yes, your ball came running to me!
- How did it come running to you?
- Knocked on the window, and then jumped into it! Let's first anoint your knees with green paint, and then I'll give you your ball.
My godmother treated my wounds, tied them with gauze, and then took out a brand new ball from the chest.
- Here, you see, Lyusenka, he even jumped there himself!
(How could I then know that she bought it for me on the same day, from the same rag-picker).

I grew up in a big large family. I had seven brothers!
The boys, afraid that they would get hit for me by them, as they say on the first day, furtively brought the ball at night and put it in the clearing in front of our house.
We usually played on it all day long in bast shoes, catch-up, tag ....

In the morning next day we found this ball. They began to ask each other, who lost it? Since none of us confessed, he became "no one's", that is, common.
all day before late autumn we played with it until one day it blew a hole.

With the ball given to me by my godmother, we played with my girlfriends for a long, long time. He, indeed, was both cheerful, and sonorous, and red, with yellow stripes, who one day ran away from me at a gallop, which I then could not keep up with.
How many years have passed since then, but I still remember him!

Text: Fedor Kosichkin

Children's counting rhymes, nursery rhymes, lullabies and other children's poems meet every person literally in the cradle. And they, as a rule, accompany until death. Of course, those few are admired educated people who are capable of quoting Mandelstam or Rilke (in the original) in a “difficult moment of life”, but much more than those who think to themselves:

A bull is walking, swinging,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I will fall!

And getting into awkward situation, taunt:

Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

Or, to cheer yourself up, say:

Our Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Frost and sun! Wonderful day!

Of course, only a Russian poet could write this line that comes to mind on a fine winter day. But Pushkin also remembers something else:

Wind, wind! You are powerful!
You drive flocks of clouds!

Children's poems are the real "spiritual bonds" that unite the population into the people. Probably not the only ones. But certainly the most durable. And the most natural.

Agnia Lvovna Barto

BEAR

At dropped the bear on the floor
They cut off the bear's paw.
I won't throw it away anyway.
Because he's good.

BUCK

And baby bull, swaying,
Sighs on the go:
- Oh, the board ends,
Now I will fall!

BALL

H Asha Tanya is crying loudly:
Dropped a ball into the river.
- Hush, Tanechka, don't cry:
The ball will not sink in the river.

Samuil Marshak

BAGGAGE

D ama checked in luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Issued to a lady at the station
Four green receipts
About the baggage received:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.

Things are being taken to the platform.
They are thrown into an open car.
Ready. Packed luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, basket, cardboard
And a little dog.
But just the bell rang
A puppy ran out of the car.

Missed at Dno station:
One place is lost.
In fright, they consider luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Painting, Basket, Cardboard…
- Comrades! Where is the doggy?

Suddenly they see: standing at the wheels
Huge fluffy dog.
They caught him - and in luggage,
Where the bag lay
Painting,
Basket,
Cardboard,
Where was the dog before?

As soon as we arrived in Tver,
Opened tailgate
And they began to carry in the crew
Arriving lady luggage:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
Picture, basket, cardboard,
And they led the dog in the back.


The dog is howling.
And the lady will scream:
- Robbers! The thieves! Freaks!
The dog is not the right breed!
She threw the suitcase
She pushed the sofa with her foot,
picture,
basket,
Cardboard ...
Give me back my dog!

Allow me, citizen, at the station,
According to the baggage check
We received luggage from you:
Sofa,
Suitcase,
bag,
picture,
basket,
Cardboard
And a little dog...

However
During the journey
Dog
I could grow up!
1

Samuil Marshak

THAT'S WHAT SCATTERED

AND silt scattered man
On Basseinaya Street.
He sat down on the bed in the morning
Started putting on a shirt
Put his hands in the sleeves -
It turned out they were pants.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He began to put on a coat -
They tell him it's not.

Began to pull on gaiters -
They tell him: not yours.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

Instead of a hat on the go
He put on the frying pan.

Gloves instead of boots
Pulled on his heels.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!


Once upon a tram
He was driving to the station
And opening the doors
The leader said:
- Dear
Carriage respected!
Carriagedear
Dear!
No matter what
I have to go.
Is it possible by the tram
Station stop?

The counselor was surprised -
The tram stopped.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He went to the buffet
Buy yourself a ticket.

And then rushed to the cashier
Buy a bottle of kvass.
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

He ran to the platform
Sat in the uncoupled wagon,
He brought bundles and suitcases,
Scattered them under the sofas,
Sat in the corner in front of the window
And fell asleep peacefully...
- What kind of half-station is this?
He screamed early.
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept again
And looked out the window again

I saw a big train station
surprised and said:
What is this stop?
Bologoe or Popovka? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.
He slept again
And looked out the window again
I saw a big train station
Stretched and said:
- What kind of station is this -
Dibuny or Yamskaya? -
And from the platform they say:
- This is the city of Leningrad.

He shouted: - What a joke!
I'm on my second day
And I came back
And he came to Leningrad!
Here's how scattered
From Basseinaya Street!

MOIDODYR

O act
ran away
The sheet has flown
And a pillow
Like a frog
Ran away from me.


I'm for the candle
Candle in the oven!
I'm for the book
Ta - run
And skipping
Under the bed!

I want to drink tea
I run to the samovar,
But pot-bellied from me
Run away like fire.

God, God
What happened?
From what
All around
started spinning
spun
And rushed the wheel?

Irons for boots
Boots for pies
Pies for irons,
Poker for a sash -
Everything is spinning
And spinning
And rushes somersault.

Suddenly from my mother's bedroom,
Bow-legged and lame,
Washbasin runs out
shakes his head:

“Oh you, ugly, oh you, dirty,
Unwashed pig!
You're blacker than a chimney sweep
Love yourself:
You have wax on your neck
You have a blob under your nose
You have such hands
That even trousers ran away
Even trousers, even trousers
They ran away from you.

Early in the morning at dawn
The mice are washing
Both kittens and ducklings
And bugs and spiders.

You alone did not wash
And remained dirty
And ran away from dirty
And stockings and boots.

I am the Great Washbasin
The famous Moidodyr,
Washbasin Head
And washcloths Commander!
If I stamp my foot
Call my soldiers
Into this room in a crowd
Wash basins will fly in
And they bark and howl,
And their feet will pound
And you a brainwasher
Unwashed, they will give -
Directly to the Moyka
Directly to Moyka
Head down!"

He hit the copper basin
And he cried out: "Kara-baras!"

And now brushes, brushes
They crackled like rattles
And let me rub
Sentence:

"My, my chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!
Will be, will be a chimney sweep
Clean, clean, clean, clean!"

Here the soap jumped
And clung to the hair
And wilted, and lathered,
And bit like a wasp.

And from a mad washcloth
I ran like a stick
And she is behind me, behind me
Along Sadovaya, along Sennaya.

I'm to the Tauride Garden,
Jumped over the fence
And she follows me
And bites like a wolf.

Suddenly towards my good,
My favorite crocodile.
He is with Totosha and Kokosha
Walked along the alley
And a washcloth, like a jackdaw,
Like a jackdaw, swallowed.

And then how it roars
On me,
How to pound with feet
On me:
"Go home,
He speaks,
Yes, wash your face
He speaks,
And not how I'll get on,
He speaks,
I will trample and swallow!”
He speaks.

How I started running down the street,
I ran to the washbasin again.
Soap, soap
Soap, soap
Washed endlessly
Washed off and waxed
And ink
From an unwashed face.

And now trousers, trousers
So they jumped into my hands.

And behind them is a pie:
"Come on, eat me, my friend!"

And then a sandwich:
Jumped - and right in the mouth!


Here comes the book
The notebook turned
And the grammar started
Dance with arithmetic.

Here is the Great Washbasin,
The famous Moidodyr,
Washbasin Head
And washcloth Commander,
Ran up to me dancing
And, kissing, he said:
"Now I love you,
Now I praise you!
Finally, you dirty
Pleased Moidodyr!”

Gotta, gotta wash
Mornings and evenings
And unclean chimney sweeps -
Shame and disgrace!
Shame and disgrace!

Long live scented soap,
And a fluffy towel
And tooth powder
And thick scallop!

Let's wash, splash,
Swim, dive, tumble
In a tub, in a trough, in a tub,
In the river, in the stream, in the ocean -
And in the bath, and in the bath,
Anytime and anywhere -
Eternal glory to water!

FLY TSOKOTUKHA

M ear, Fly-Tsokotuha,
Gilded belly!

The fly went across the field,
The fly found the money.

Fly went to the market
And bought a samovar:

"Come, cockroaches,
I'll treat you to tea!"

The cockroaches came running
All the glasses were drunk

And the insects -
Three cups
With milk
And a pretzel:
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!

Fleas came to Mukha,
They brought her boots
And boots are not simple -
They have gold clasps.

Came to Mukha
Grandma bee,
Muhe-Tsokotuhe
Brought honey...

"Butterfly is beautiful.
Eat jam!
Or you don't like
Our meal?"

Suddenly some old man
spider
Our fly in the corner
Povolok -
Wants to kill the poor
Destroy the Tsokotukha!


“Dear guests, help!
Kill the villainous spider!
And I fed you
And I watered you
don't leave me
In my final hour!"

But worm beetles
got scared
In the corners, in the cracks
Run up:
cockroaches
under sofas,
And goats
under benches,
And the insects under the bed -
They don't want to fight!
And no one even from the spot
Won't budge:
Get lost, die
Birthday girl!

A grasshopper, a grasshopper
Well, just like a human
Jump, jump, jump, jump!
For a bush
Under the walkway
And silent!

And the villain is not joking,
He twists the arms and legs of the fly with ropes,
Sharp teeth plunge into the heart
And he drinks her blood.

The fly is screaming
tearing up
And the villain is silent
He smirks.

Suddenly from somewhere flies
little mosquito,
And in his hand it burns
Small flashlight.

“Where is the killer, where is the villain?
I'm not afraid of his claws!

Flies to the Spider
Takes out the saber
And he is at full gallop
Cuts off his head!

Takes a fly by the hand
And leads to the window:
"I killed the villain,
I set you free
And now, soul girl,
I want to marry you!"

There are insects and goats
Crawling out from under the bench:
"Glory, glory to Komaru -
Winner!

The fireflies came running
Lights were lit -
Something became fun
That's good!

Hey centipedes,
Run down the path
Call the musicians
Let's dance!


The musicians came running
The drums were beating.
Boom! boom! boom! boom!
The Fly is dancing with the Mosquito.

And behind her is Klop, Klop
Boots top, top!

goats with worms,
Insects with moths.
And horned beetles,
rich men,
They wave their hats
Dancing with butterflies.

Tara-ra, tara-ra,
The mosquito danced.

The people are having fun -
The fly is getting married
For dashing, daring,
Young Mosquito!

Ant, Ant!
Does not spare bast shoes, -
Jumping with Ant
And winks at the insects:

"You are insects,
You are cuties
Tara-tara-tara-tara-cockroaches!”

Boots creak
Heels knock -
There will be midges
Have fun until the morning
Today Fly-Tsokotuha
Birthday girl!

Fedorino grief

1

FROM rolls a sieve across the fields,
And a trough in the meadows.

Behind the shovel broom
Walked down the street.

Axes, axes
That's how they roll down the mountain.
The goat was scared
She widened her eyes:

"What? Why?
I don't understand anything."

But like a black iron leg
She ran, the poker jumped.

And the knives rushed down the street:
"Hey, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on, hold on!"

And the pan on the run
Shouted to the iron:
"I'm running, running, running,
I can't resist!"

So the kettle runs after the coffee pot,
Chattering, chattering, rattling...

Irons run grunt,
Through puddles, through puddles they jump.

And behind them saucers, saucers -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!

Rushing down the street -
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
On glasses - ding! - stumble,
And the glasses - ding! - break.

And the frying pan runs, strums, knocks:
"Where are you going? where? where? where? where?"

And behind her forks
Glasses and bottles

Cups and spoons
They jump along the path.

The table fell out of the window
And go, go, go, go, go...

And on it, and on it,
Like riding a horse
Samovar sits
And shouts to his comrades:
"Go away, run, save yourself!"

And into the iron pipe:
"Boo Boo Boo! Boo Boo Boo!"

And behind them along the fence
Grandma Fedor is jumping:
"Oh oh oh! Oh oh oh!
Come back home!”

But the trough answered:
"I'm angry with Fedora!"
And the poker said:

"I'm not Fedora's servant!"

A porcelain saucer

They laugh at Fedora:
"Never we, never
Let's not come back here!"

Fedora's cats are here
Tails fluffed out
They ran at full speed.
To turn the dishes back:

"Hey you stupid cymbals,
What are you jumping like squirrels?
Do you run for the gate
With yellow-mouthed sparrows?
You will fall into a ditch
You will drown in the swamp.
Don't go, wait
Come back home!”


But the plates curl, curl,
But Fedora is not given:
"We'd better get lost in the field,
But we won’t go to Fedora! ”

A chicken ran past
And I saw the dishes:
“Where-where! Where-where!
Where are you from and where?

And the dishes answered:
“It was bad for us at the woman,
She did not love us
Bila, she beat us,
Dusty, smoked,
She ruined us!"

“Ko-ko-ko! Ko-ko-ko!
Life hasn't been easy for you!"

“Yes,” said the copper basin,
Look at us:
We are broken, beaten
We are covered in mud.

Look into the tub -
And you will see a frog there.
Look into the tub -
Cockroaches are swarming there
That's why we are from a woman
Run away like a toad
And we walk through the fields
Through swamps, through meadows,
And to the slut-zamarah
We won't go back!"

And they ran through the forest,
We galloped over stumps and bumps.
And the poor woman is alone,
And she cries and she cries.
A woman would sit at the table,
Yes, the table went out the gate.
Baba would cook cabbage soup,
Go look for the pot!
And the cups are gone, and the glasses,
Only cockroaches remained.
Oh, woe to Fedora,
Woe!


6

And the dishes go on and on
He walks through the fields, through the swamps.

And the saucers cried:
"Isn't it better to come back?"

And the trough sobbed:
“Alas, I am broken, broken!”

But the dish said: "Look,
Who is that behind there?

And they see: behind them from the dark forest
Fyodor walks and hobbles.

But a miracle happened to her:
Fedor became kinder.
Quietly follows them
And sings a quiet song:


“Oh you, my poor orphans,
Irons and frying pans are mine!
You go home, unwashed,
I will wash you with water.
I will sand you
I'll douse you with boiling water,
And you will again
Like the sun, shine
And I will bring out the filthy cockroaches,
Prussians and spiders I will wash up!

And the rock said:
"I feel sorry for Fedor."

And the cup said:
"Oh, she's a poor thing!"

And the saucers said:
"We should be back!"

And the irons said:
"We are not Fedor's enemies!"


7

Long, long kiss
And she caressed them
Watered, washed.
She rinsed them.

"I won't, I won't
I offend dishes.
I will, I will do the dishes
And love and respect!

Pots laughed
The samovar winked:
"Well, Fedora, so be it,
We are glad to forgive you!

flew,
rang
Yes, to Fedora right in the oven!
They began to fry, they began to bake, -
Fedora will have pancakes and pies!

And the broom, and the broom is fun -
Danced, played, swept,
She didn’t leave a speck of dust with Fedora.

And the saucers rejoiced:
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!
And dance and laugh
Ring-la-la! Ring-la-la!

And on a white stool
Yes on an embroidered napkin
The samovar is standing
Like a fire is burning
And puffs, and looks at the woman:
"I forgive Fedorushka,
I serve sweet tea.
Eat, eat, Fyodor Yegorovna!”

Nikolai Nekrasov

peasant children

O one day, in the cold winter season,
I came out of the forest; there was severe frost.
I look, it rises slowly uphill
Horse carrying firewood.
And, marching importantly, in serenity,
A man is leading a horse by the bridle
In big boots, in a sheepskin coat,
In big mittens ... and himself with a fingernail!
"Hey, boy!" - Get past yourself! —
“You are painfully formidable, as I can see!
Where are the firewood from? - From the forest, of course;
Father, you hear, cuts, and I take.
(The woodcutter's ax was heard in the forest.) -
“What, does your father have a big family?” —
The family is big, yes two people
All the men, something: my father and I ... -
“So that's it! And what's your name?" - Vlas. —
"And what year are you?" - The sixth passed ...
Well, dead! shouted the little one in a bass voice,
He jerked by the bridle and walked faster.

Great about verses:

Poetry is like painting: one work will captivate you more if you look at it closely, and another if you move further away.

Little cutesy poems irritate the nerves more than the creak of unoiled wheels.

The most valuable thing in life and in poetry is that which has broken.

Marina Tsvetaeva

Of all the arts, poetry is most tempted to replace its own peculiar beauty with stolen glitter.

Humboldt W.

Poems succeed if they are created with spiritual clarity.

The writing of poetry is closer to worship than is commonly believed.

If only you knew from what rubbish Poems grow without shame... Like a dandelion near a fence, Like burdocks and quinoa.

A. A. Akhmatova

Poetry is not in verses alone: ​​it is spilled everywhere, it is around us. Take a look at these trees, at this sky - beauty and life breathe from everywhere, and where there is beauty and life, there is poetry.

I. S. Turgenev

For many people, writing poetry is a growing pain of the mind.

G. Lichtenberg

Lovely verse like a bow drawn through the sonorous fibers of our being. Not our own - our thoughts make the poet sing inside us. Telling us about the woman he loves, he delightfully awakens in our souls our love and our sorrow. He is a wizard. Understanding him, we become poets like him.

Where graceful verses flow, there is no place for vainglory.

Murasaki Shikibu

I turn to Russian versification. I think that over time we will turn to blank verse. There are too few rhymes in Russian. One calls the other. The flame inevitably drags the stone behind it. Because of the feeling, art certainly peeps out. Who is not tired of love and blood, difficult and wonderful, faithful and hypocritical, and so on.

Alexander Sergeevich Pushkin

- ... Are your poems good, tell yourself?
- Monstrous! Ivan suddenly said boldly and frankly.
- Do not write anymore! the visitor asked pleadingly.
I promise and I swear! - solemnly said Ivan ...

Mikhail Afanasyevich Bulgakov. "The Master and Margarita"

We all write poetry; poets differ from the rest only in that they write them with words.

John Fowles. "The French Lieutenant's Mistress"

Every poem is a veil stretched out on the points of a few words. These words shine like stars, because of them the poem exists.

Alexander Alexandrovich Blok

The poets of antiquity, unlike modern ones, rarely wrote more than a dozen poems during their long lives. It is understandable: they were all excellent magicians and did not like to waste themselves on trifles. Therefore, for each poetic work of those times, the whole Universe is certainly hidden, filled with miracles - often dangerous for someone who inadvertently wakes dormant lines.

Max Fry. "The Talking Dead"

To one of my clumsy hippos-poems, I attached such a heavenly tail: ...

Mayakovsky! Your poems do not warm, do not excite, do not infect!
- My poems are not a stove, not a sea and not a plague!

Vladimir Vladimirovich Mayakovsky

Poems are our inner music, clothed in words, permeated with thin strings of meanings and dreams, and therefore drive away critics. They are but miserable drinkers of poetry. What can a critic say about the depths of your soul? Don't let his vulgar groping hands in there. Let the verses seem to him an absurd lowing, a chaotic jumble of words. For us, this is a song of freedom from tedious reason, a glorious song that sounds on the snow-white slopes of our amazing soul.

Boris Krieger. "A Thousand Lives"

Poems are the thrill of the heart, the excitement of the soul and tears. And tears are nothing but pure poetry who rejected the word.

Irina Fadeeva
Wellness leisure"My cheerful sonorous ball"

The sports field is festively decorated. Banners depicting fragments of games and activities with the ball are placed along the edges of the site. (football, volleyball, gymnastic exercises, etc.) Sounds like "Sports March" I. Dunayevsky. Children come out dressed in sportswear. Go around the site and line up.

Guess the riddle He is round and smooth He jumps very deftly What is this? Ball!

Guys, who among you knows poems and songs about the ball.

"Ball" (mystery)

They beat him with a foot and a stick No one feels sorry for him And for what they beat the poor fellow And for the fact that he is inflated.

"Ball"

My cheerful voiced ball Where did you run? Yellow, red, blue, Can't keep up with you! I clapped your hand, you jumped and loudly stomped You jumped into the corner and back fifteen times in a row. And then you rolled and didn't come back. Rolled into the garden, Rolled up to the gate, Rolled up under the gate Ran to the turn, There he fell under the wheel, Burst, slammed - That's all.

(S. Marshak.)

Song "Ball" sl. Found music. O. Timicheva

I'm a fun jumper

Jump, jump! I can get the ceiling

Flash, flash! You slap me with your palm -

Slap! Slap! Slap! Slap! I'm against the wall clap loudly -

Clap! Clap! Clap! Clap! Guys hit me hard

Knock, knock! All the same, all the same, I am a friend to the guys, a friend!

Of course, the ball is a friend to all the guys, it does not let them get bored, it helps them grow, temper and get stronger.

Let's guys, remember what movements you can perform with the ball.

Children, if desired, come out and show movements (throw the ball up and catch it with one or two hands; hit the ground moving forward or standing still, etc.)

Look how well the guys are doing "Exercise with balls" music Chichkov.

And now the ball is calling all of us to play. Game - attraction "Who will take the balls more" (different sizes) "Ball game" music M Kraseva sl. Vysheslavskaya.

1. My ball flies,

Flying towards you

Look, don't miss!

Hold it

And throw me again!

Chorus: Friend fun ball my!

He is with me everywhere!

One, two, three, four, five,

It's good for me to play with him.

2. My glorious ball,

funny ball

Doesn't sit still! Grab him, let him in

And he flies again!

Chorus: My friend is a funny ball!

He is with me everywhere! One, two, three, four five, It's good for me to play with him. Description: Children stand in a circle, leading in the center. Singing a song - the host throws the ball in turn to the children, they return the ball to him. Chorus - the host throws the ball on the floor, the children bounce on two legs.

Children, what other ball games do you know (Children call "Hunter and Hares", Knockouts", "Volleyball", "Hockey with a ball" and etc.)

The most favorite ball game for both adults and children of course "Football"

The song sounds "Footballers" sl. Malkov music. Sidelnikov. Then games are played with the children "Football Training" and "Relay with

balls "(In conclusion, the game of small mobility: "ball game" music Krasev.

You rather hide Yoala Our big beautiful ball We will find this ball And bring it to you

Everyone sings a song, the ball is in the hands of one, everyone closes their eyes at the end of the song. The child, hiding the ball, says "it's time" Children go looking for the ball. The finder becomes the leader).

Finally leisure children are given gifts - new balls for games and activities. Children sing a song "Ball" sl. Peter's music. Chichkov.

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"My cheerful sonorous ball" Technological map Direct educational activities Date ___ Full name of the teacher Kachinskaya Victoria Borisovna.

Purpose: to create conditions for emotionally close communication between children and parents in different situations; building interaction skills.

Physical culture leisure with the participation of parents in the middle group "My cheerful, sonorous ball ..." Physical education with the participation of parents in middle group“My cheerful, sonorous ball…” Conceptual goal: Promoting a healthy image.

Municipal preschool general education autonomous institution kindergarten No. 2 of the city of Svobodny "My cheerful sonorous ball" Sports.

Advice for parents "My cheerful sonorous ball!" Ball games are the most popular among children, and this is not surprising. A ball (large or small) is a toy that demands.

"My cheerful sonorous ball" - the formation of children's interest in exercises with the ball. Teach children to do exercises with a small ball. Exercise children in different types walking, running with a small ball.