“You open to me, nature, hugs, so that I merge with your beauty! (Evening dedicated to I.A. Bunin grades 9-11)

The form. Evening dedicated to I.A. Bunin.

Goals and objectives:

To interest students in the personality of the writer;

Develop the skills of intellectual thinking and creative abilities of schoolchildren;

To instill an interest in language and literature;

To educate moral qualities: love for the Motherland, its past, Russian nature.

Registration. Portraits of I.A. Bunin., a poster with the statement of L.N. Tolstoy: “Happiness is to be with nature, to see it, to talk with it.” There are tables with candles on them in candlesticks. An exhibition of books, audio recordings of songs based on I. Talkov's verses.

Characters:

presenter,

leading,

readers,

song and dance performers.

Comment. The name of the evening is taken from a poem by I.A. Bunin. The plot is based on both biographical and poetic material. The presenters, together with the readers, introduce us to the main themes in Bunin's work: love for the Motherland and Russian nature.
Igor Talkov's song "Russia" sounds

(performed by a student) Leading. Good afternoon, dear guests! We are glad to welcome all of you in our literary drawing room. And I want to start a conversation about the Motherland, native expanses. These concepts are capacious. Speaking about the Motherland, we remember about the people who inhabit it, about cultural monuments, about various artists, about temples ... One of the most important components of this concept is nature.

Leading. The great Russian thinker of the 19th century, Leo Nikolayevich Tolstoy, said: “Happiness is to be with nature, to see it, to talk with it.” Indeed, in the time of Tolstoy, nature surrounded people completely different from the one in which we live now. Rivers then carried their clean and transparent water to the seas and oceans, and in the blue sky nothing but bird songs broke the silence. And only recently we realized that all this: clean rivers and lakes, wild forests, unplowed steppes, animals and birds - we can lose overnight.

Leading. Eternally alluring, nature, which has not fully revealed its secrets, still arouses close and anxious attention among people today. After all, it is not limitless. That is why the words of the Russian writer Valentin Rasputin sound like a bell: “To speak about ecology today means not to talk about changing life, as before, but about saving it.”

It all depends, I think, on the mind of people.

Leading. The man imagined himself a god, lost the ability to feel someone else's pain. His heart is sometimes callous and soulless. He kills all living things and, doing this, destroys a person in himself - a rational, humane being. The Russian poet Fyodor Tyutchev wrote wonderful lines about the soullessness of people.

Reader. The poem "Not what you think, nature ..."

presenter . Only all together, together we can save our nature for future generations. I believe that the formula of today's vocation of a person should be the words: "People, hurry to do good deeds!" And if we do not protect nature, fight against its cruel treatment, then we will face a catastrophe.

Leading. Nature is the main source of human life on earth. And it is no coincidence that it has always evoked and evokes inspiration from writers and poets. The beautiful image of native nature appears before us in the works of the remarkable poet, writer of the twentieth century, Ivan Alekseevich Bunin. His prose and poetry are characterized not only by music and sound, but also by a completely visible, tangible reality created by the writer's masterful word. You read his stories, and immediately the reality that surrounds us appears, which you hear, feel, see in all colors. How right M. Gorky was when he said that Bunin, with his own words, is able to create "a living iridescent brilliance and starry radiance."

Leading. And this feature of seeing, imagining, representing, he talentedly brings to his works. You open a volume of Bunin's stories and plunge into the bright, sonorous, diverse world of nature. She is for Ivan Alekseevich the eternal beauty and eternal harmony of the human soul.

Reader . Reads an excerpt from the story of I.A. Bunin "Epitaph".

“Autumn came to us bright and quiet, so peaceful and calm ... She made the distance soft blue and deep, the sky clear and meek ... Autumn cleaned the birch in a golden dress. And the birch rejoiced, did not notice that this dress was short-lived ... Fascinated by autumn, she was happy and submissive and shone all over, illuminated from under the bottom by the reflections of dry leaves.

Leading. Listen to these lines. Their intonation is quiet, calm, there seems to be not a single sound, not a rustle, but there are colors: golden, pale blue, light, shining. With his word, the writer not only colors the autumn picture, but also creates a sense of balance.

Reader. And here is another description of early autumn from the story "Antonov apples".

(The music of Tchaikovsky's "The Seasons" sounds)

“August was with warm rains, as if on purpose falling for sowing ... I remember an early, fresh, quiet morning ... I remember a big, all golden, dried up and thinned garden, I remember maple alleys, the delicate aroma of fallen leaves ... The air is so clean, as if it were not there at all ... "

Leading. There seems to be a kind of crystal silence everywhere. As if for a moment everything around stopped, froze motionless. Only "the clucking of thrushes on coral rowans in the thicket of the garden" breaks this cool silence of the morning. Admiration in the autumn turns into a hymn in the story, into a hymn, the praise of a fruitful, healthy life. And this is the highest earthly good, this is a holiday in the soul of a person who has come into contact with nature.

Leading. And I remember those moments, and there were few of them in my life, when I got into a real old garden in a beautiful autumn time. The soul was overflowing with aromas reigning in the air. Good and easy, no problem. I am captured by the holiday of nature.

(I. Talkov's song "Clean Ponds" sounds).

Leading. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin also wrote poetry. His poetry is not only pure, bright, but also the most "brilliant", "starry".

Reader. Poem Sirius.

Leading. In total, there are about 1200 poems in the remarkable poetic heritage, where a magnificent constellation of night, twilight poems, filled with silence and mysterious twinkling, shimmers. None of the Russian poets gave such a varied description of nights at different times of the year.
Reader. Late hour. The ship is both quiet and dark,

Weakly splashing waves behind the stern.

Starlight and mirror ocean -

The kingdom of this night is unearthly.

In the realm of boundless silence,

In deep silence they guard

The hour of the midnight stars over the seas

And mysteriously tremble in the seas.

Southern Cross, mysterious and meek,

The gentle night light pours into the soul -

And the soul is filled with eternal

Beauty and truth unearthly.

Leading. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin had a rare nature of feelings. Depicting pictures of the Russian landscape, the poet first of all refers to the feelings of a person.

Reader. "Asters are showering in the gardens."

Leading . (The music of Tchaikovsky's "The Seasons" sounds).

A little sad at the heart of these lines. And what to expect - autumn. Everything is empty, the bright colors of summer are lost. At this time, nature is like a tired, hard-working person. A little time will pass; and she, having covered herself with a white fluffy blanket, will fall asleep for the whole winter until spring. And so every year is a change of time.

Leading. I.A. Bunin is a master of verbal painting. The colors in his poems powerfully, weigh heavily on a submissive canvas. This was especially evident in the poem "Falling Leaves". Listen to an excerpt from it.
Reader. Forest, like a painted tower,

Purple, gold, crimson,

Cheerful, colorful wall

It stands over a bright meadow.

Birches with yellow carving

Shine in blue azure,

Like towers, Christmas trees darken,

And between the maples they turn blue

Here and there in the foliage through

Clearances in the sky, that windows.

The forest smells of oak and pine,

During the summer it dried up from the sun,

And autumn is a quiet widow

He enters his motley tower ...

Leading. How many colors are in Bunin's "Leaf fall!" Lilac, gold, crimson, yellow, blue ... Our eyes run up from such an inflorescence. You close them for a minute and you see a forest in which there is a painted tower, where the autumn queen lives. It seems that a children's fairy tale comes to life under the pen of Bunin, causing deep tenderness, sympathy and sometimes indignation in our soul. Poems of Ivan Alekseevich have a sublime - enlightened effect on us.

Reader. The poem "Dawn".

Rise high and turn white

Crescent moon in pale skies.

The dusk of the night hides in the woods.

From the green valleys in the morning blows.

Blows youthful joy from the fields.

It pours like a silver song,

Ringing of the church, glorifying Sunday ...

Flare up, new day, brighter!

Come out into the sky, the sun, without bad weather,

Reborn in brilliance and warmth,

Raise again all over the earth,

That all life is a day of joy and happiness!

Leading. It is indisputable that Bunin, one of the few, managed to show the nature of the concrete and diverse in all its manifestations, beautiful, sublime and mysterious. Yes, everything that happens in nature is full of inexplicable mysteries. But Bunin's deepest revelation is the secret knowledge of nature itself about itself, about the changes in its life.

(music plays Vivaldi "The Seasons""Summer. Thunderstorm".

Reader . It smells like fields - fresh herbs,

Meadows cool breath!

From hayfields and oaks

I catch the fragrance in it.

The wind blows - and freezes ...

And over the fields the distance darkens,

And the cloud grows because of them,

Closed the sun and turns blue.

Unexpected lightning game

Like a sword flashing for a moment,

Suddenly illuminates from behind a hillock -

And again dusk and languor ...

How mysterious you are, thunder!

How I love your silence

Your sudden brilliance, -

Your crazy eyes.

Leading. The nature of the poet is inseparable from the man himself, his soul, thoughts. She lives in it. After all, man is a part of the Infinite Cosmos:

No, it's not the landscape that attracts me,

Greedy eyes will not notice paints

And what shines in these colors:

Love and joy of being.

Leading. (Against the background of Debussy's music "Moonlight")

And this, I believe, is the life of everything that exists on earth. And high stars, and constellations that burn in the poems of I.A. Bunin: Stozhary, the Milky Way, Sirius, Orion, birds and bumblebees, wasps and animals; trees and man - everything fell into the field of view of this amazing poet and writer. And everything acquired flesh and blood, thanks to the word, the very one about which is one of the amazing poems addressed to us living on earth. After all, a word can inspire hope in a person, or you can humiliate him. The human soul is akin to nature. To cherish it means to cherish the word, our speech, our native land, Russia.

Reader. The poem "The tombs, mummies and bones are silent ..."

Leading. We always admire when we enter a forest, a birch grove, walk along a forest path, see meadow grass smelling of flowers. It's nice when green spaces are planted near the houses. This means that this person knows how to appreciate beauty, respect nature.

Leading. The beauty of the human soul is revealed in our dances, full of love, harmony, mutual understanding.

(Performed dance).

Leading. The question of attitude to nature, native places is also a question of attitude to one's Fatherland.

Host: Bunin's sense of homeland, language, history was enormous. The image of Russia took shape in the verses gradually, imperceptibly. It was already prepared by landscape lyrics.

Reader . Wider, chest, open for acceptance

Feelings of spring - minute guests!

You open me, nature, hugs,

So that I merge with your beauty!

You, high sky, far away,

Boundless blue space!

You wide green field!

Only to you I aspired with my soul!

Leading. Ivan Alekseevich Bunin would not have become a great writer if he had not had a sense of the Motherland in all its diversity. One Russia in "The Village", the other - in "The Life of Arseniev", one in "Night Conversation", the other - in "Mowers".

Reader. (Excerpt from the work "Mowers").

“All around us were fields, the wilderness of central, primordial Russia. It was late afternoon on a June day. The old high road, overgrown with curly ants, carved with stalled ruts, traces of the old life of our fathers and grandfathers, went ahead of us into the endless Russian distance ... "

Leading. But Bunin's life turned out so that he spent most of it away from his native land. But nothing could make him give up the thought of Russia. She was in his heart, in his soul.

In letters and diaries, Bunin speaks of his desire to return to Moscow. But there was no certainty whether the hopes for a quiet life and for the publication of his poems would come true.

Reader. That star that swung in dark water

Under a crooked willow in a decayed garden, -

The light that flickered in the pond until dawn -

Now I will never find in heaven.

In the village where the young years went,

To the old house where I composed my first songs,

Where I waited for happiness and joy in my youth,

I will never go back now, never.

Leading. After a quarter of a century of silence, Bunin could not stand it and in the summer of 1942 he wrote to his old friend N. Teleshov in Russia: “I really want to go home ...” At the same time, the writer A.N. Tolstoy petitioned the Soviet government for the possibility of his return. But the war pushed back the solution of this issue. After the victory, K. Simonov talked with Bunin in Paris about his return, and sadly remarked to himself that it would not be easy for the old writer to overcome himself in many ways.

Leading. Bunin made his last diary entry on May 2, 1953: “It is still amazing to the point of tetanus! After a very short time, I will not be there - and the deeds and fates of everything, everything will be unknown to me "!... And I just stupidly try to change my mind, to be afraid!..." He expressed this thought in the poem "Your work will outlive you, poet…"

Reader. Your work will outlive you, poet,

Survive the creator of his creations,

Living will not lose expression

From you once painted portrait -

And you will become, invisible, incorporeal,

A dream, a thought, a wonderful fairy tale...

Leading. From human life, from centuries, generations, high, good and beautiful remains on earth. Just this. So Bunin's life left his high, kind and beautiful art, which merged into the great Russian literature. And stays with us forever.

Reader. And flowers, and bumblebees, and herbs, and ears of corn,

And azure, and midday heat ...

The time will come - the Lord will ask the prodigal son:

“Were you happy in your earthly life?”

And I will forget everything - I will remember only these

Field paths between ears and grasses -

And from sweet tears I will not have time to answer,

Falling to merciful knees. Leading. So our meeting in the literary drawing room came to an end. I am sure that our conversation today did not leave anyone indifferent. Let each of us take for ourselves the motto of the line from Tatyana Kuzovleva's poem "Water of Life".

Reader. (Reads an excerpt). Literature

1. Adamovich G.V. Bunin: Memoirs. (Enter. Note and publication by A. Baboreko) Banner. - 1988. - book 4 - pp. 178-191.

2. Bunin I.A. "Antonov apples" Novels and short stories. Moscow: Soviet Russia. – 1990.

3. Volkov A. Prose of Ivan Bunin - Moscow worker. - 1969.

4. Kuchkina O. Bunin Ivan Alekseevich. Favorite faces of Russia. M.: 1997 - G.2. – S. 216-223.

5. Nikitin G. “I was probably still born a poet ...” 130 years since the birth of I.A. Bunin. Library. - 2000. v8. - S. 56-58.

6. Rostovtseva M. Ice and salt. Notes on the poetry of Ivan Bunin. Heritage. From the Lessons of the Classics series. - Library - 1997. v.7. - P.57-58.

7. Spivak R.S. Terrible space Bunin. - Lit.review. - 1995. - v3. – S. 35-

“YOU OPEN ME, NATURE, EMBRACE,

SO I MERGED WITH YOUR BEAUTY!

The story of I.A. Bunin "Antonov apples"

The heavenly mind is immeasurable,

Azure is hidden from minds.

Only occasionally do seraphim bring

Sacred dream to the chosen ones of the worlds.

A. Blok

Sixteen-year-old Bunin exclaims in one of his poems: “Open your arms to me, nature, so that I merge with your beauty!” And this beauty of nature then naturally flows into the stories of the master. And this is possible only under one condition: one must endlessly love nature, feel an organic connection with it.

For the heir to the noble culture, I.A. Bunin, who is proud of his pedigree, manor Russia, the whole way of landowner life, closely connected with nature, agriculture, tribal customs and the life of peasants - everything dear to him from childhood is irrevocably a thing of the past.

The memory of the artist revives the pictures of the past, as if he sees colorful dreams about the past, with the power of imagination he tries to stop the moment. The withering of noble nests was associated by Bunin with the autumn landscape. “You know,” he wrote to Varvara Pashchenko, “how I love autumn! I not only lose all hatred for serfdom, but I even involuntarily begin to poeticize it. It was good to feel in the autumn in the village, in the grandfather's estate ... Really, I would like to live as the former landowner. Fascinated by autumn and the poetry of antiquity, Bunin wrote one of the best stories of the beginning of the century - "Antonov apples", an enthusiastic and sad epitaph to the Russian estate.

With great artistic power, the story captures the image of the native land, its unpretentious beauty. Life has moved steadily forward, Russia has just entered a new century, and the writer calls us not to lose what is worthy of memory, what is beautiful and eternal. In the most "autumn" story, Bunin subtly captured and conveyed the unique atmosphere of the past. A whole world passes before us, drawn either with bright juiciness, or in a watercolor “melting haze”. And this is a huge layer of national culture, a spiritual heritage, in which there is a special need now. Indeed, today in the world of the "user" the concept of morality as human behavior in society has disappeared. Today, people do not explain their actions to themselves. They perform deeds without thinking about the law of retribution.

Bunin's early stories are poetic; it is not for nothing that they resemble prose poems with emotional intensity and rhythmic structure. The lyrical element also reigns in "Antonov apples". The story is like a mosaic of diverse impressions, memoirs of the author, lyrical revelations and philosophical reflections.

The lyrical hero in his spiritual mood is close to the author himself. His appearance is sketched - he is not personified. It crystallizes patriotism, daydreaming, poetic subtle vision of the world: “And the black sky is drawn with fiery stripes by shooting stars. For a long time you look into its dark blue depth, overflowing with constellations, until the earth floats under your feet. Then you will start up and, hiding your hands in your pockets, you will quickly run along the alley to the house ... How cold, dewy and how good it is to live in the world!

Bunin tells not only about how they come to the dilapidated estates and the wind of change destroys the old way of life, but also about how a person moves towards his autumn and winter seasons.

In "Antonov's Apples" the garden is the central image - this is one of the key images not only in Bunin's work, but throughout Russian culture. The word "garden" revived memories of something dear, close to the soul.

Bunin's garden is a mirror that reflects what is happening with the estates and their inhabitants. The garden is shown every time through the prism of the author's mood. In the fertile time of Indian summer, it is a symbol of well-being, contentment, prosperity: "... I remember a large, all golden, dried up and thinned garden, I remember maple alleys, the delicate aroma of fallen leaves and - the smell of Antonov apples, the smell of honey and autumn freshness." In the early morning, it is cool, filled with a "lilac fog", as if hiding the secrets of nature. But the “farewell holiday of autumn” has come to an end, and “the black garden will shine through in the turquoise sky and meekly wait for winter, warming itself in the sunshine.” In the last chapter, the garden is empty, dull... On the threshold of a new century, memories of the once brilliant garden remained...

The garden is not only a “secluded haven”, where beauty and fragrance reign. Gardens and parks are closely connected with the life of their owners, with the way of life of their contemporaries. Therefore, the word "garden" in the Russian cultural consciousness evokes various associations, awakens historical and political memories.

In Ivan Bunin's prose, "garden" is a key image. In a house with a neglected garden, he spent his childhood and youth, he dreamed about him in exile, among the pines, palm trees and lives of the coastal Alps ... And it is no coincidence that the garden is a constant backdrop against which the action of many of Bunin's stories and stories takes place.

During the classes :

positive attitude .

Concentration on light. Teacher: Look out the window, please. Today you see how the bright joyful sun smiles at us all and brings warmth, joy and well-being with its rays. Take this ray and place it in your head. Now close your eyes and imagine that this ray in your head is shining brighter and brighter, covering your entire body. It gets inside you, illuminating your arms and legs and everything about you. Now imagine that this bright sunbeam coming from your head increases, expands and goes beyond your body. And now your rays of kindness and warmth have warmed your neighbor on the desk, on the next row and the whole class. And now mentally transfer your warm, joyful ray to your heart. Throughout the day, it will warm you and create a good mood. Now you can open your eyes and return to our lesson.

Org.moment.

On your tables you see a group of words, you and I need to choose from them those that do not fit them in meaning:

Animals, buildings, offices, houses, buildings, pavilions.

Plants , railways, planes, ships, cars, trams.

The mountains, sculptures, books, paintings, photographs,

Seas, theatrical performances, cinematography, animation, dancing, ballet.

Please put on the board the words that do not fit the general group:these are animals, plants, mountains, seas. All these concepts can be combined in one word .....nature.

And the topic of our today's lesson will be:

"You open to me, nature, hugs."

Conversation

Does modern man understand nature? How is it shown?

What is the current state of nature? How does the person feel about her?

Can it be argued that the development of civilization has a detrimental effect on nature? Why?

What do you think is the future of nature?

Commenting on the answers of students, it is necessary to explain that car exhaust gases, clearing the territory for the cultivation of new roads and the construction of residential areas affect the state of the environment, depleting its resources. Mankind, improving its life, needs to think about whether the nature of the area will suffer, and think about the possibilities of preserving the natural conditions for birds, animals and plants. So the problem of the lesson will be indicated.

2.Checking homework

Read how the word nature is explained in dictionaries.

Explanatory dictionary of Ozhegov:

1. Everything that exists in the Universe, organic and inorganic world. Dead p. Alive p. 2. The whole inorganic and organic world in its opposition to man. Protection of Nature. The relationship between man and nature.

3. Places outside cities (fields, forests, mountains, bodies of water). Enjoy nature. In the bosom of nature. Go out into nature (simple).

4. trans., what. Main property, essence (book). P. social relations. Viral p. disease. * By nature - by nature, by nature. He is kind by nature.

Dahl's explanatory dictionary:

nature, everything material, the universe, the whole universe, everything visible, subject to the five senses; but more our world, the earth, with everything created on it; opposed to the Creator.

Everything earthly, carnal, bodily, oppressive, material, opposite sex. spirituality. Nature in man beckons and tempts him, but the Spirit calls and exalts him.

All natural or natural products on earth, three kingdoms (or, with man, four), in their original form, opposite. art, the work of human hands.

Innate properties, innate qualities, natural state, aspiration or inclination. All animals of the cat family, by nature, are bloodthirsty. Habit is second nature. Relating nature to personality, they say: he is naturally evil, kind, stupid, humpbacked, blind, lame