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Friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, slowness and awkwardness. If a test was written in the class, then there was always not enough time - it only swayed towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, then a large tea puddle formed on the table around his saucer. He waddled and always touched the edge of the table or knocked down a chair. And in a week he trampled on new boots as if, together with Suvorov, he was crossing the Alps in them. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up, or was about to fall asleep. Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. In a word, a mattress.
But no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell. And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. In his cherished dreams, he saw himself clad in shiny steel armor, in a feathered helmet with a lowered visor, on a white horse. In this form, he raced around the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. He was a nameless knight. Because the knights usually had sonorous foreign names - Richard, or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.
In his dreams, from fat and clubfoot, he turned into a slender and flexible one, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements. All his shortcomings instantly disappeared under the brilliant armor.
But as soon as he approached the mirror, everything returned to its place. And before him, instead of a handsome knight, a baggy boy with a round, fat face appeared again.
No armor will fit on such a thick one.
A friend did not even suspect that he had wounded Vasya in the very heart. In his free time, he ran to the museum. Here, in spacious halls, large paintings hung in heavy gold frames, and statues of yellowed marble stood in the corners. Vasya walked into the hall, where swords and spears hung on the walls, knights clad in armor stood on the floor.
Why did nature mix up and put the proud heart of Don Quixote into the thick, clumsy shell of Sancho Panza?
Vasya dreamed of exploits, and his life passed monotonously and routinely.
He didn't talk in class, which didn't stop the teachers from constantly reprimanding him:
Rybakov, what are you dreaming about?
Rybakov, repeat what I said.
Rybakov, go to the blackboard and explain the solution to the problem. He trudged to the blackboard .. Solving the problem, he sniffed so much, as if in his hand he held not a piece of chalk, but a heavy stone, which he endlessly lowered and raised. He thought so slowly and heavily that the teacher's patience snapped and she sent him to his place.
He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw swords and armor.
It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. It happens that the leaves have fallen, and the first light snow falls on the ground. And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. This ice, mirrored and thin, beckons to itself, but it is dangerous to walk on the ice.
And now the first daredevils appear on the ice. The ice buckles and cracks warningly, but they believe they were born under a lucky star. A lucky star sometimes fails. The attention of the mattress was attracted by the cries that came from the river. He quickened his pace and, out of breath, went ashore.
There he saw Dimka Kovalyov waving his arms and shouting:
Drowning! Drowning!
Who is drowning? the mattress asked slowly.
Can't you see, right? snapped Dimka. “The kid is drowning. Failed under the ice. What are you standing?
Another would immediately ask Dimka Kovalev himself: “Why don’t you help him?” But he was a mattress and did not think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands. The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice buckled slightly, but did not crack. It was probably stronger near the shore. Dimka Kovalev perked up. He began waving his arms again and shouting:
- Come in from the right!
And the mattress was walking on the ice. He didn't hear the screams. All he saw was a terrified baby who could not utter a word.
A puddle formed on the ice near the polynya. He reached the edge and without hesitation put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice could crack, and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy.
But that didn't stop him. He shifted his other leg and found himself ankle-deep in water.
Now Kovalev was no longer shouting and waving his arms, but tensely waiting for what would happen next. He saw the cat mattress grabbed the baby by the hand, how the ice began to break off.
Finally, the first grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clutching his savior with stiff hands. His teeth chattered. And tears flowed down his face. When they came ashore, Kovalev perked up.
You got your feet wet,” he said, “run home, and I’ll bring the kid myself.”
The mattress looked at the guy he had saved, looked at the wet boots and said:
Kovalyov grabbed the wet, frightened boy by the hand and dragged him somewhere.
The mattress trudged home. His worries were quickly blunted by fatigue. And now there were only wet feet and a slight chill. At home, he pulled off his shoes with difficulty. Water poured out of them.
What's this? Mom asked, looking with displeasure at the soiled parquet.
I got my feet wet,” the boy answered, drawing out the words.
He wanted to tell his mother how it was, but he began to feel sleepy and yawning, and even in a warm room the chills did not go away. He did not explain anything, lay down on the sofa and closed his eyes. Suddenly, he thought that if he had been wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would immediately break and he would not be able to save the boy. He quickly fell asleep.
The next day, when he entered the classroom after the second bell, there was no one there. It turns out that everyone went upstairs, to the assembly hall, to the general line.
He threw the briefcase on the desk and trudged to the fourth floor.
When he entered the hall, everyone was already lined up in a capital "P". He squeezed between the guys and stood in the back row.
At that moment, the principal of the school spoke up. He said that yesterday, on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first-grader who fell through the ice, and that he, the director, admires the student's courageous act.
Then the senior counselor spoke. She talked about the duty of the pioneers, about the honor of the red tie, and finally read out a letter from the mother of a failed boy, in which Dimka was called the savior of her son.
Cramped on all sides by the guys, the mattress stood against the wall and listened to how everyone praised Dimka Kovalev. At some point, he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he did not save anyone, but simply waved his arms and shouted. But the mere thought of drawing attention to himself made him ashamed.
The line is over. The children were told to go to class. And the mattress, pushed by his comrades, trudged back to the second floor. He squeezed his way behind the desk with difficulty - moved it from its place - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short plump fingers and began to draw a knight in a notebook on mathematics. This knight was purple, like school ink.
Yuri Yakovlev
KNIGHT VASYA
(1) Friends called him a mattress. (2) 3a his slowness, clumsiness and awkwardness. (3) Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. (4) The fact that he was a mattress was written on his face, was guessed in his slow, sluggish movements, sounded in a muffled voice. (5) But no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick shell. (6) And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. (7) His name was simply Vasya, and this name was not suitable for a knight.
(8) In dreams, from a fat and clubfoot, he turned into a slender and flexible one, and dexterity and dexterity appeared in his movements.
(9) But as soon as he went to the mirror, everything returned to its place. (10) ... It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. (11) It happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, and the first light snow falls on the ground. (12) And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. (13) This ice, mirrored and thin, beckons to itself, and then the radio warns the guys that walking on ice is dangerous. (14) But not all guys listen to the radio ...
(15) The attention of the mattress was attracted by the screams that came from the river. (16) He quickened his pace and, out of breath, went ashore.
(17) There he saw Dimka Kovalev, who waved his arms and shouted:
(18) - Drowning, drowning!
(19) - Who is drowning? - slowly asked the mattress.
(20) - Don't you see, or what? - snapped Dimka. (21) - The kid is drowning, he fell through the ice. (22) What are you standing for?!
(23) He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands.
(24) The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.
(25) The ice bent slightly, but did not crack. (26) Probably, he was stronger near the coast.
(27) The mattress walked on the ice and did not hear screams. (28) He only saw a frightened baby to death, who could not utter a word. (29) Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice could crack and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy. (30) But this did not stop him. (31) He rearranged his second leg and found himself ankle-deep in water.
(32) Finally, the mattress grabbed the baby by the hand, and the first grader found himself on the ice. (ZZ) He walked, clutching his savior with stiff hands. (34) 3 his lips were pounding, and tears were flowing down his face.
(35) When they went ashore, Kovalev perked up.
(36) - You got your feet wet, - he said to a friend, - run home, and I'll bring the kid myself.
(37) ... The next day, when after the second bell the mattress entered the classroom, there was no one there. (38) It turns out that everyone went upstairs, to the assembly hall, to the general line. (39) He squeezed between the guys and stood in the back row.
(40) The director of the school said that yesterday, on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first grader who fell through the ice, and that he, the director, admires the student’s bold act.
(41) Cramped on all sides by the guys, the mattress stood against the wall and listened to how everyone praised Dimka Kovalev. (42) At some point, he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he didn’t save anyone, but simply waved his arms and shouted, but from the mere thought of attracting attention to himself, he became ashamed ...
(According to Yu. Yakovlev)
Yuri Yakovlevich Yakovlev (1922-1996) - Russian prose writer, screenwriter, journalist, author of books for teenagers, member of the artistic council of the Soyuzmultfilm studio. Participated in the Great Patriotic War. The main themes of Yuri Yakovlev's prose are school life, the Great Patriotic War, stage art, friendship between man and animal. Stories and novels: "Seryozhkin's son", "He was a real trumpeter", "A person must have a dog", "Sparrows did not break glass", "Invisible cap", etc.
Lesson Objectives:
- educational: to introduce the story of Yu. Yakovlev "Knight Vasya"; following the author, rereading the most vivid pages of the story, help students understand the author's position on the meaning of life on earth, his view of what can be called a spiritually rich person, a knight of our time; to give the concepts of "hero" and "anti-hero", to introduce elements of comparative analysis;
- educational: on a specific example to educate a spiritually rich personality; "knight" of our time;
- developing: develop the ability to correctly, beautifully and logically express your thoughts.
Lesson equipment: Exhibition of books by Y. Yakovlev, a portrait of the writer, a picture depicting a knight, an illustration for the story "Knight Vasya", statements by famous philosophers and writers.
Board layout:
| 1. It is not the appearance that needs to be decorated, but to be beautiful in spiritual undertakings. Thales 2. In all cases it is better to hope than to despair. 3. By striving for the happiness of others, we find our own. |
Yuri Yakovlevich Yakovlev (1922-1996)  "Knight Vasya"  And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. Y. Yakovlev |
4. With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, one does not notice physical imperfection. I. Shevelev 5. Goodness, beauty, love...crown the path of each of us, if we went the right way. 6. And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. |
During the classes
I. Introduction.
The teacher reads a poem
Sometime in the Middle Ages
Knights lived everywhere.
And their life was not easy
In iron ammo.
The knights were proud of themselves
Swords and armor.
The knights played with fate
And they went to tournaments.
But half a hundred years ago
They were not in the world.
But that's just what they say
I don't agree with this.
– Concepts such as “knight”, “knightly deed” have disappeared from everyday life these days. Therefore, we often hear a reproach from our ladies to men: “Where is your chivalry?” It is clear that those who ask this question are still under the impression of the novels Don Quixote by Cervantes, Ivanhoe by W. Scott, and The Three Musketeers by Dumas read in childhood.
– How many of you know who were called knights in the past? (you can use the brainstorming method: your associations associated with the word "knight")
(written on the board, or opened on pre-written tablets, or given to each group)
- You were given cards with words related to the word "knight." Your task, using these words, is to write a story about a knight.
- In the Middle Ages, brave, courageous warriors who wore heavy armor, were armed with a spear and a sword were called knights. To become a knight, one had to undergo special training. At the age of seven, boys were sent to study with experienced warriors. They taught them to ride, shoot from a bow, throw a spear, and wield a sword. In addition to military sciences, boys were taught to keep their word, to be polite, to help a friend out of trouble, to stand up for the weak and offended, to treat a woman nobly and sublimely.
Who is this knight? Let's read the help from the dictionary. (student reads)
Knight is a German word, Ritter, i.e. rider, selfless, noble person, in the Middle Ages - a feudal lord, a heavily armed equestrian warrior. He received a special knightly upbringing, participated in tournaments. (pay attention to the picture with the image of a knight)
“What kind of person do we call a knight these days?” (Today, a knight is called a person who is ready for a feat in the name of another person, who knows how to keep a given word, be polite, benevolent, stand up for the younger, weak. A knight is ready at any moment to rush to help others, and a noble heart beats in his chest. )
II. Acquaintance with the story of Yu. Yakovlev "Knight Vasya".
Yuri Yakovlev, his portrait on the board, has a story called "Knight Vasya."
- Did nothing surprise you in the title of the story, did nothing seem unusual, strange? (name of the knight)
What were the names of the knights? (Richard, Ivanhoe, Roland, etc.)
- Can you already determine by the title of the story what time it will be about? Will we see jousting tournaments during which competitions in military skill were held?
- Listen to the story, please. (teacher reading the story)
III. Storytelling conversation.
“And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight.”
– Let's define what knighthood is hiding in Vasya. To do this, we will conduct a study, during which, I think, we will find the answer to the question.
- Let's prove with quotes whether Vasya was a knight? And if he was, then we will answer what his knighthood consisted of. You have leaflets with quotes on your tables, you must choose the ones you need and read them out.
- What did Vasya look like?
- “... a tight-fitting jacket, pants tightly fitting his legs ... everyone believed that the reason for his fullness was gluttony ... instead of a beautiful knight, a baggy boy again appeared with a round, fat face, on which three bumps were reddening."
What else can be said about him?
“Friends called him a mattress. For his slowness, sluggishness and awkwardness. If a test was written in the class, then he always did not have enough time - he only swayed towards the end of the lesson. If he drank tea, then a large tea puddle formed on the table around his saucer. He waddled and always touched the edge of the table or knocked down a chair. And he trampled on new shoes in a week as if he were crossing the Alps together with Suvorov. He looked sleepy, as if he had just woken up or was about to fall asleep. Everything fell out of his hands, everything did not go well. In a word, a mattress.”
"He dreamed of exploits, and his life was monotonous and routine."
“He trudged to the board, touching the desks with his foot, and squeezed the chalk in his fingers for a long time, as if he wanted to squeeze something out of it. Solving the problem, he sniffed as if in his hand he had not a piece of chalk, but a heavy stone, which he lowered and raised endlessly. He thought… slowly and heavily…”
“In physical education classes, he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was offered to walk along the boom, the guys already started to giggle in advance. He took several difficult steps, then suddenly lost his balance, helplessly clutched at the air with his hands, and finally jumped to the floor with a crash. He also could not jump over the horse. He got stuck on a black leather back and sat for a while, like a rider in a saddle. The guys laughed, and he awkwardly slid on his stomach to the floor and went into line.
“He was unlucky in literally everything.”
“He is used to the fate of the loser. Usually losers get angry with others, and he was angry with himself. He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster, to speak almost in a shout and not to lag behind the guys in anything. But nothing good came of it. At home, cups flew off the table, ink spilled in the classroom, and his jacket burst somewhere under his arm from sudden movements.
- Does the portrait of a knight appear before us? (no, why?
- Where and when did Vasya feel good? (in a museum, in dreams)
- What did Vasya expect from those around him? (support)
- And I heard in my address:
- “Mom screamed: “Beware! An elephant in a china shop!”
- “Hearing about the armor, the friend grimaced and said: “No armor will fit on such a thick one.”
- "Guys laughed..."
- "... the teacher's patience burst, and she sent him to the place"
- “In physical education classes, he was the subject of general ridicule. When he was offered to go through the boom, the guys already started to giggle in advance ... "
- Hall laughed...
How should those around you have acted?
- Outwardly, Vasya does not look like a knight at all. And what act allows us to judge him as a knight? (baby rescue)
- Let's confirm Vasya's selflessness and courage with words from the text.
- “Another person would immediately ask Dimka Kovalev himself: “Why don’t you help him?” But he was a mattress and did not think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and noticed a small first-grader who was waist-deep in water and only clung to the edge of the ice with his hands.
The mattress was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice. The ice buckled slightly, but did not crack. He was probably stronger near the shore.
“And the mattress was walking on the ice. He didn't hear the screams. He saw only a terrified baby who could not utter a word.
A puddle formed on the ice near the polynya. He reached the edge and, without hesitation, put one foot forward. The boot immediately scooped up water. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, he understood that now the ice could crack and he would end up in the water along with the blue boy. But that didn't stop him. He rearranged the second leg and found himself ankle-deep in water ...
The mattress grabbed the kid by the hand...finally, the first-grader found himself on the ice. He walked, clinging to his savior. His teeth chattered. And tears were running down my face."
There is a hero and an anti-hero in this story. Who do you think is a hero and who is an anti-hero? Explain your point of view.
- What is an anti-hero?
“Suddenly, he thought that if he were wearing heavy knightly armor, the ice would immediately break and he would not be able to save the kid.”
- Do you think these words of Vasya cast doubt on his dream of becoming a knight?
- And what words confirm that Vasya continues to live his dream? ("He squeezed his way behind the desk with difficulty - he moved it from its place, - and when the lesson began, he took a thin pen in his short plump fingers and began to draw a knight in a notebook on arithmetic."
IV. Conclusion. Group work.
– Read the aphorisms (written on the board or on pieces of paper), explain each of the statements (group work) and think about whether all the thoughts expressed in them are reflected in today's lesson?
- It is not the appearance that needs to be decorated, but to be beautiful in spiritual undertakings. Thales
- With the beauty of the body, you involuntarily believe in the beauty of the soul. With the beauty of the soul, one does not notice physical imperfection. I. Shevelev
- By striving for the happiness of others, we find our own. Plato
- In all cases, it is better to hope than to despair. I. Goethe
- Kindness, love, beauty… crown the path of each of us, if we went the right way. M. Prishvin
- And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. Y. Yakovlev
V. Problem situations. Knighting ritual.
– Now I suggest you work in groups. You will need to find a way out of a critical situation.
- On the street, an unfamiliar woman faints. Your actions.
- You are learning lessons, and the neighbor behind the wall turned on the tape recorder loudly. Your actions.
- On the beach you hear a cry: "Help, I'm drowning!". Your actions.
“I think you deserve to be knights too.” So, let's start the ritual. Obligatory knightly ritual:
We swear to be knights!
Always say thank you
Good afternoon, goodbye
There is no higher knighthood in the world!
We swear to be knights!
Forget laziness and rudeness
Learn etiquette -
The science to remember this.
We swear to be knights!
In the fight against evil, get good.
Ignorant to smash with a magical sword
And a strict word, and healing.
We swear to be knights!
It was written on his face, guessed in his slow, sluggish movements. And no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick appearance.
And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. In his dreams, he saw himself as a brave knight on a white horse, who traveled the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. The knights usually had beautiful foreign names - Richard or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya.
In dreams, he turned from fat to slender, and dexterity appeared in his movements.
In his free time, Vasya went to the museum. He slowly moved from black knight to gold, from gold to silver. It seemed to him that the knights were watching him, and none of them laughed or called him a mattress.
Vasya dreamed of exploits, but his life was monotonous. Vasya appeared in class after the second bell. He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw knights.
He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing came of it.
… It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. It happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, and a faint light falls on the ground. And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. And then the radio warns the guys that walking on the ice is dangerous.
On one of those days, Vasya was walking along the river bank. Suddenly he saw Dimka Kovalyov, who was shouting:
Drowning! Drowning!
Who is drowning? Vasya asked slowly.
Can't you see, right? The boy is drowning. Failed under the ice. What are you standing?
Vasya was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.
Dimka began to shout again:
Carefully! And then you drown.
Your feet are wet, run home, I'll take him myself.
Let's! - and went home.
In the end, he himself believed that Dimka was a hero: after all, he was the first to notice the drowning man. And when everyone clapped for Dimka, the mattress clapped too.
When the lesson ended, Vasya took a thin pen in his thick fingers and began to draw a knight in a notebook for mathematics.
Based on the story by Yu. Yakovlev
KNIGHT VASYA
The guys called him a mattress. The fact that he was a mattress was written on his face, guessed in his slow, sluggish movements. And no one guessed what was hidden under this ugly thick appearance.
And in his chest beat the noble heart of a knight. In his dreams, he saw himself as a brave knight on a white horse, who traveled the world and performed many feats, protecting the weak and offended. The knights usually had beautiful foreign names - Richard or Rodrigo, or Ivanhoe. His name was simply Vasya.
In dreams, he turned from fat to slender, and dexterity appeared in his movements.
In his free time, Vasya went to the museum. He slowly moved from black knight to gold, from gold to silver. It seemed to him that the knights were watching him, and none of them laughed or called him a mattress.
Vasya dreamed of exploits, but his life was monotonous. Vasya appeared in class after the second bell. He sat down, and the desk instantly turned into a war horse, and his fingers themselves began to draw knights.
He promised himself to change and start a new life. I tried to move faster and keep up with the guys in nothing. But nothing came of it.
… It is difficult to draw a line between autumn and winter. It happens that the leaves have not yet fallen, and a faint light falls on the ground. And sometimes it will freeze at night, and the river will be covered with ice by morning. And then the radio warns the guys that walking on the ice is dangerous.
On one of those days, Vasya was walking along the river bank. Suddenly he saw Dimka Kovalyov, who was shouting:
Drowning! Drowning!
Who is drowning? Vasya asked slowly.
Can't you see, right? The boy is drowning. Failed under the ice. What are you standing?
Another would immediately ask Dimka himself: “Why don’t you help him?” But Vasya did not think to do this. He looked at the frozen river and saw a little boy in the water.
Vasya was thicker and heavier than Dimka, but he stepped onto the ice.
Dimka began to shout again:
Carefully! And then you drown.
He shouted, and Vasya walked on the ice. He didn't hear the screams. All he saw was a terrified boy who couldn't say a word. Somewhere in the depths of his soul, Vasya understood that now the ice could break, and he, too, would end up in the water. But that didn't stop him. Dimka no longer screamed, he was waiting for what would happen next. He saw how the mattress grabbed the boy by the hand, how the ice began to break. Finally, Vasya managed to get the baby out. When they came ashore, Dimka said to Vasya:
Your feet are wet, run home, I'll take him myself.
Vasya looked at the rescued boy, then at the wet boots and said:
Let's! - and went home.
The next day, when he entered the classroom, there was no one there. Everyone went into the hall. Vasya entered the hall and stood in the back row. At that moment, the principal of the school spoke up. He said that yesterday, on the river, student Dima Kovalev saved a first-grader who fell through the ice. Vasya stood by the wall and listened to Dimka being praised. At some point, he wanted to say that Dimka was lying - he did not save anyone, but simply waved his arms and shouted. But the mere thought of drawing attention to himself made him ashamed.
In the end, he himself believed that Dimka was a hero: after all, he was the first to notice the drowning man. And when everyone clapped for Dimka, the mattress clapped too.
When the lesson ended, Vasya took a thin pen in his thick fingers and began to draw a knight in a notebook for mathematics.
